Kinda wanna soap
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Thread Topic: Kinda wanna soap
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(Ooh fun XP)
Ariel walked up to the doorstep, the car speeding off. He rolled his blood colored eyes, opening the large, red door. It was unlocked. He didn't need human security. He already had his own type of security system. Ariel opened the door wide for the slave. Inside, many people were at work. Maids, butlers. Kitchen maids were making food for the coming week, cleaning maids were vacuuming. But as soon as the two walked in it went silent. Well, all silent besides a loud "Meow!" from a large, fat tabby cat which was laying on top of the couch. His head had hardly perked up to glance at the scene before going back to bed. "All of you go home. Except Sharon and Willis." Ariel ordered.
He set the bags on the kitchen counter, ordering the girl called Sharon to put them away. She was a short haired blond girl who wore an olive colored dress which went down to her knees. She shot the new slave a small smile. Meanwhile, the butler cleaned the table that was the dining table. "Come on, I'll show you around~" The angel offered. -
(eeeh.. I'm trying to get used to my new glasses)
Elliot gasped in surprise of how many people were there, looking at him and Ariel. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. He had been expecting a much smaller amount of people. At the sound of a meow, he jumped a bit, staring at the tabby. His eyes went wide at the sight of the large cat. Before he could walk over to the cat, he heard Ariel say something, and he stopped to look back up at his owner.
Ariel had directed someone named Sharon to go put all of the stuff away. The purple haired boy watched her go, and when she smiled at him, he blushed. Embarrassed, he heard the angel say something again. He looked up, nodding. He scooted close to Ariel, worried that he might break something. The house was so fancy. Big on the inside and outside. -
(Hehe glasses are coooot. I have a friend w/ glasses)
Ariel showed the slave around the main floor first. This is where the dining room, kitchen and living room resided. All were fancy rooms. The kitchen room had marble tile, the living room had a deep red carpet, and the dining room a rose colored wood floor.
Ariel then showed the slave the top floor, where the slave's rooms resided. His own was there, too. He announced the boy would be staying in the room across from his own. He showed him in. It was plain, with a large bed and a royal blue colored walls. The carpet was black, freshly vacuumed. He hardly caught a sight of his own- a white walked room with red carpeting. It matched his appearance quite well. "I would show you the basement, but there's nothing too important down there. You'll get down there eventually, anyways." He told the boy. -
(lol you have me too :D)
Elliot enjoyed seeing all of the different rooms. The first floor had many different types of flooring, and he enjoyed seeing all of the pretty themes in each room. Everything looked polished. The maids did a good job, the human noted.
Then, when they went up to the second floor, he was excited to see what room he would be staying in. Ariel mentioned that he would be in the room across from his. The curious slave wandered over to the room, peeking inside. It wasn't as grand as the rest of the house, but it didn't matter. It had a bed- a bed- and the color scheme was one that he liked. Elliot blinked when his master mentioned the basement- looking up, he asked, "What do you do down there?" -
(Ye ye you're a new addition to the collection)
"Ah, this and that. I have a pantry down there and such. There's some cat food, some supplies for the maids." The angel said innocently. He had just seemingly left out that was where slaves were punished if they were misbehaving, but it wouldn't make the young boy act very well if he was afraid of his master. Now, would it? He smiled gently. "I'm sorry your room isn't much. Many residents have been in and out of it." Ariel admitted, "So I haven't a chance to spice it up."
After apologizing for the room, Ariel informed him he was going to go start dinner and that he would be back in a little while. He told him he could go anywhere in the house except the basement. He was only allowed in the basement on orders, as were the rest of the house staff. "Also, if you want, I have a fence, so you can go outside. You might want to get used to the yard. Tomorrow I'll have you start gardening." He walked down the stairs without another word. -
(ooh collection~)
"Oh.. Okay. So it's just basic stuff," Elliot relaxed, stepping into the room. "And I don't mind about the room. It's.. It's more than I could ever ask for. I've never slept in a bed. This space.. It's so much!" He tossed the penguin up in the air in his excitement, and caught it. He turned to look at the older, perking up at the sound of going outside.
The smaller boy ran down the steps, clutching one of the stuffed animal's wings in his hand. He eagerly went to the door leading outside, and walked out there. It was a very nice yard, he noticed. Big, with healthy green grass. He wasn't sure how to garden, but he understood the concepts of planting and taking care of them. He walked over to the fence, touching it. The cool air made his hair fly up as he attempted to peek at the surrounding areas. -
(Ye, ye. And you like cats. Which is even better ^.^)
The older male began to "slave away" at dinner. Hah, hah. The angel hoped the boy would be impressed with his cooking skills, he had worked very hard to learn from humans and their culture to cook well. This dish was one of his favorites. He began to slice up the fish, into small, bite sized pieces. He also sliced up the seaweed and began to boil the rice. While the rice was preparing, he creating a nice cheese sauce for the pasta he was going to make. He stirred it gently, smiling at the aroma it was already giving off.
"Very nice," Willis, the butler said, leaning over his shoulder.
"Thank you, Willis. Sharon and yourself will also eat dinner with the new boy and I. Okay?" He grinned in response, trotting off.
About an hour later, the food was finished. Four plates were set on the table, expensive China. The pasta was put on the large, China plates, and sauce poured over it. Everyone was given a glass of expensive red wine, even the new boy. Sushi was also served, on smaller side plates. -
(lol yess
Oh and if we wanna do semi sexual scenes, things such as making out or starting to undress is okay. I'm pretty sure you're aware of the new deletion of sexual content in soaps, but I double checked what our limits are)
Elliot stayed outside, gazing at the darkening sky, until all that there was were stars. They were very pretty. He had always seen them through his little cell window, but now, he got to see them properly. He reached out a hand, pretending to catch one in his hand. The human shivered lightly as he realized that it was cold. Standing, he walked back into the house, carrying the penguin at his side.
Luckily, he had entered at the right time. It appeared that dinner was finished. The gray eyed boy enjoyed the smell of the food, whatever it was. Upon seeing knives and forks, Elliot was shocked. He knew what the utensils were, but it had been so long since he had used them. He also noticed that four glasses were out, meaning that three people would get to see him make a fool of himself. -
(Ooh okie)
The angel was the first one to be seated. He sat on the fanciest chair, at the head of the table. One by one the staff began to seat down. The maid first and the butler second. The only seat left was the one opposite of Ariel. "Sit, sit!" Ariel encouraged, smiling. He was overjoyed to have made such a delicious smelling dinner. Nothing but pride glimmered in the boy's expression.
He poured himself a glass of wine, which was supposedly aged for seven years. Ah, the magical number. The deep red color spewed from the bottle, and he couldn't help but hope it tasted as good as it looked. Ariel didn't want to be the first one to eat, however. He would view that as impolite. "Shall we pray before we eat?" He was an angel, after all. It would only be right. -
(sorry I started playing a video game xD)
Elliot sat down at the one open seat, setting the penguin in his lap. He was very surprised at the meal laid before him. There was such a large quantity, and all of it looked and smelled amazing. He felt his chest puff out as he thought about how amazing the angel was- being a slave couldn't possibly be that bad, not as Ariel's slave.
At the mention of prayer, Elliot looked up, confused. He didn't know about that term. He coughed, wondering if he would speak up. He'd have to ask about using the eating utensils, anyway. It was better to ask and learn than not know at all. "Um, Ariel.. What is.. What does pray mean?" -
Is okay
My phones gonna die and I'm playing monopoly)
The angel laughed, "It's a Christian thing. It's like talking to God, the creator. Humans do it all the time, I hear. At least the Bible says they do, or did. I've watched a few do so. You start of with like "Dear Heavenly Father," or "Lord," and then confess sins or give thanks. Simple. I never had to pray." The angel told the slave. He pulled his hair back with his hand, sighing quietly. The two staff members remained silent as Ariel attempted to explain religion to the slave. Of course, it was much more complex than Ariel had the energy to explain. The staff members would be better at explaining, anyways. Ariel had never read into the bible much.
He stretched out. Humans. They were such a common thought in the mind of angels. They were meant to serve humans, protect them. God's perfect creatures. If angels were built with a willpower after Lucifer, many would be jealous of them, just as Lucifer was. But Ariel and the others never had that chance. Until now. -
(no stooop do not do the phone killing ;c
and sorry for small responses lol)
Elliot blinked, realizing that he had prayed before. It was often something slaves did to calm themselves down. He sat up in his seat, eager to hear what he had to say. He listened to his explanation, actually interested in the background of praying. "Ahh, I see. Well, we should pray, shouldn't we?" He smiled at the other, folding his hands in his lap. "Do we have to do.. Anything special?" -
(The generator was turned off in the camper last night so I couldn't charge it. And is oke)
"Generally humans at the table hold hands. I would mind." The angel shrugged. He was anxious to eat but also wanted to be courteous to his guests. Plus, the food would likely be quite hot, so he needed to stall time so it could cool down. So, indeed, the angel found the solution quite easily.
However, his mind was in much of a different place. Instead of his mind on the present moment, he was thinking about he and his slave and the "due date" of four weeks he had given him earlier. Of course, it was quite early yet to have an idea, but he felt he might like this one and, depending, he might like himself. Wouldn't that be a nice change of pace? -
(Aaah. Are you home now?)
Elliot slowly pulled his hands up out of his lap and set them on the table. He wasn't sure about the complete customs of praying. It seemed as if even the angel himself wasn't too sure about it, either. Then again, it would only be proper for the four of them to pray. Especially in Ariel's presence; he was a knight of God, after all. He looked at both the maid and the butler, wondering if they knew any more than he did. They seemed to be just as interested in the food as he was. He wondered if- when he had free time- he'd get to meet them. Then Elliot wondered if he would have any free time at all. -
(Not for another five hours :/ maybe longer bc Chicago)
Ariel said a few words that he knew as what humans referred to as "Grace". They were simple, and Ariel remembered them with ease. The angel spoke softly and eloquently as he prayed to his "father", whom he had never really met. No angel had besides the most ancient angels, such as Lucifer and Michael.
After praying, the white haired man folded his hands and put them in his lap, glancing up. "I shall pour you all wine, and then we shall eat." His glass had been full for quite some time now, but he had realized he had forgotten to serve his "guests" as well. So, he walked around the table, pouring the aged grape juice into everyone's glass. "I think it shall be a little bitter, it was aged for seven years.. But it shall be fine, I think." Ariel smiled gently.
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