{A Devil's Dream}
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Thread Topic: {A Devil's Dream}
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Oliver didn't even flinch when the demon showed his fangs and his wings spread out. He actually giggled a little. The demon reminded him a little of his father. "Good morning, Douglas. Yes, I did. How did you sleep?" He asked politely, linking his hands together behind his back and forcing a small smile. In the back of his head a voice was screaming at him, telling him that he could run away now. He had to keep reminding himself that he would get a better chance later to run away. He just had to wait.
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"Fine, I guess," he yawned, stepping around the human and walking over to the bathroom. "I'm sorry about that, by the way. I've never been incredibly... fond, of waking up. He turned on the shower, speaking to the servant from the master bathroom. Douglas undressed and stepped into the shower, partially expecting the human to follow him into the bathroom.
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Oliver had to hide the huge grin that was forming on his face when the demon stepped into the bathroom. Now is the perfect time.. He thought. He hummed in response before darting out of the room and down the stairs. He wanted out of the damned house, and was almost at the door.
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"Oliver?" Douglas called, realizing he was out of shampoo. He turned off the shower and stepped out, drying off and wrapping his towel around his waist. He padded across the room and out the door, his feet still soft from standing in the water. The second bottle was downstairs, in the laundry room's linen closet, wasn't it? As he crept down the stairs, he spotted Oliver headed for the door. "Where are you going?" he asked calmly. If the human decided to try to run away, Douglas really wasn't in the mood to chase after him wearing pretty much nothing.
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Oliver's hand was wrapped around the doorknob when he heard Douglas' calm voice. Damn it.. He thought, biting down on his bottom lip. He froze in place, keeping his hand wrapped around the doorknob. "Nowhere..?" He said cautiously as he turned his head to look at Douglas. He noticed the lack of clothing on the demon and blood threatened to rush up to his face.
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He leaned against the staircase railing, scrutinizing the servant. "You sure?" he asked, one hand reaching down to clutch the towel out of paranoia that it'd slip off of his hips at any moment. "I need your help with something upstairs. And if you want, you could wash your other clothes. I mean, what you're wearing right now doesn't look bad on you, but I noticed you were pretty attached to what you were wearing yesterday. I mean, I guess you would be, since..." Ugh, he was rambling. Douglas sighed. "If you're trying to run away, I guarantee that there will be unpleasant consequences."
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"I'm sure," he mumbled with a sigh, turning around slowly. He leaned against the door, chewing on his bottom lip. "Okay.." He pushed himself off of the door, making his way towards the stairs. "I'm not trying to run away, why would I ever want to do such a thing like that?" He said with a nervous laugh, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt out of habit. He had always done things like that when he was nervous such as pulling on his sleeve or biting his lip, it was a habit that he'd probably never be able to give up.
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"I guess I can see why you'd want to, but I don't know what you expect to happen. You look nothing like a demon, there's no way out there for you to escape hell..." He followed him, eventually directing the human back into the master bedroom. What did it take to assert dominance? The only servants he'd ever had were born and raised in hell specifically for the purpose of being controlled by a demon. He could think of a few potential options, but they would probably get the wrong message across.
Douglas stepped into the mater bathroom once again, gesturing for the human to follow him. Once he did, he shut the door and walked back over to the shower. "Sit somewhere, I wanted to discuss today's itinerary with you." He tossed the towel onto the ground and stepped back in, turning on the water. -
Oliver didn't say anything as they made their way back to the master bedroom. He pretended to be distracted by all the objects and furniture in the room as the demon spoke. He followed his master into the master bathroom again, sitting down on his knees on the floor, sitting back on his heels.
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He set the new bottle of shampoo in the rack after using it, scrubbing his brown mess of hair until it was full of white suds. He peeked over the glass shielding his body from clear view, eyeing the human on the ground. "So... I need to go get some groceries, and I think the book I requested is finally available at my favorite bookstore. Is there anything you need? Toiletries, probably. Maybe some more clothes?" He washed the soap out of his hair and continued with his showering routine.
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Oliver played with the sleeve of his shirt as the demon showered, staying silent for the time being. He listened to what he had to say, nodding slowly. "Mm. That sounds like about it.." He said softly, resting his chin in his hands as he waited for the demon to be finished with his morning routine.
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(Just checking, is noncon okay with you?)
After a few more minutes, Douglas stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel again, drying off and heading for the door. There was no reason why the human couldn't see him naked, he was used to it with servants. He walked over to the closet, pulling it open to look over his clothing choices. He stretched out his wings to let them dry a little more. -
(Mhm!)
Oliver blushed a little at the sight of the demon naked. He slowly stood up and walked out the door behind Douglas, tugging on his sleeve as he watched Douglas look for clothing to wear. Oliver watched as the demon's wings spread out a little more, it amazed Oliver in more ways than one. He kinda wished he had wings at the time and not just for looks. He could fly away if he wanted. -
Part of the way the human was acting suggested that he, on the other hand, wasn't used to nude demons wandering around in his presence. He hid himself behind the door as he looked for something to wear. "So, that jacket," he said, peeking back at Oliver. "It clearly has some sentimental meaning for you."
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Oliver was somewhat disappointed when Douglas hid himself behind the door as he looked for something to wear, but he didn't show it. He sat back down on the ground criss-cross and tugged on the sleeve of his shirt nervously. "I guess I'm just not comfortable without it on," he said softly, looking up at the demon through his lashes. "Nothing else, though. Just a jacket.." He muttered, telling himself that more than he was telling Douglas. The shirt he was wearing covered up the bruises and scars since it was long sleeved, but he still felt exposed. He normally had two layers of clothing on to assure no one saw the bruises, but only one left him vulnerable.
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