Kinda wanna soap
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(oh damn D: how are you standing the drive?)
Elliot felt peaceful after prayer, though he couldn't quite place a finger on why it had helped him relax. Perhaps hearing Ariel's voice had soothed the smaller boy. The angel had a tone that sounded like soft bells, though the human assumed it would get rough if he were angry or afraid. He, too, set his hands in his lap and waited patiently to be told to eat.
When the red eyed angel mentioned wine, the human sort of gasped. He had heard that wine was very special. Before angels came to earth, in some places, you had to be twenty one years old to consume it. But that rule was gone. The drink itself looked weird; it wasn't clear, like water. It even almost had a sort of scent to it. Elliot wrinkled his nose when Ariel said it might be 'bitter'- he didn't like bitter food. He might not like a bitter drink, either. Yet his curiosity to try the new drink overpowered his distaste for bitter tastes. -
(I can't eat anything bc it feels weird :/ so soda is my best friend)
Ariel poured every resident of the table a nice, full glass of wine before setting it in the middle of the table. He walked back around the table to his seat, sitting down and crossing his legs. "Well," He said, noticing stares from the maid and butler, "Eat!" They nodded, as if it was an order, and grabbed their forks and twirled the pasta around it. Ariel did the same, twirling his pasta around his fork, which was made out of pure silver. He shoved a mouth of the pasta into his mouth, enjoying the clear taste it gave off. It was decadent, creamy and savory. The sauce was perfectly warm, not too hot or too cold as he feared it may be.
The angel couldn't deny it, he was impressed with himself. He was grinning lightly, proud of himself. He puffed his chest out a little, trying to leave only subtle traces of his own pride. He didn't want to come off as arrogant to the new slave, though he very much was. Again. Acting. Magic. Simple. However, he began to frown as the room was too silent. "So, this one," He said, pointing to the new slave, "Doesn't have a first name, any ideas?" He asked this towards the staff, but he also wanted to see if the slave had any ideas for his own name. -
(WTF wouldn't that make it worse..)
Elliot watched the way that the others picked up their forks. He was more of a visual learner, and couldn't stand being told how to do something. He was also very quick at catching on. As soon as he got the hang of picking up the fork, he stabbed at the pasta, startled at the sound of his fork going in all the way to the bottom of the plate. Fascinated, he twisted the pasta around the fork and pulled it up to his lips. Not a single tendril fell off of the fork. Once he got over how amazing of an object the fork was, he shoved the fork into his mouth and sucked all of the pasta off of it.
The slave was surprised at the amazing flavor that he tasted. He couldn't explain it- it wasn't sweet, but it wasn't bland, either. It had flavors with names he couldn't quite pinpoint. He liked that the food wasn't burning his mouth, either, and that it wasn't cold. Often, he had meals that were nearly frozen when they arrived in his cell. Elliot simply loved the taste. As he shoved more in his mouth, he realized that Ariel was pointing at him. Swallowing down the food, he blinked, wondering what was going on.
"Something with an 'e'!" he chirped, happy that he would finally have a full tummy. He rest the fork on his lips for a moment, thinking. He wanted to always remember his friends' names. Something with an 'e' would contrast nicely with Finley and Sherwood's names, he thought. -
(probably but I'm motion sick. Like eating seems gross and everything seems gross and ugh)
Ariel thought for a moment. He came up with nothing, he didn't know many human names that started with the letter "e". He looked to his two servants. They suggested many names; Edward, Erin, Endel. And more. However, Ariel waved most of them off almost immediately. They sat in silence for a moment, eating and thinking. Ariel was drawing blanks. So was the maid. But then the butler, Willis suggested the name "Elliot." The angel said nothing, stating at the table in ponder. It wasn't a bad name. No, not at all. It was noble and simple. He liked it pretty well. "Do you like that?" He asked the slave before grabbing his glass and sipping the wine out of t.
Flavers bombarded his mouth. Bitter, savory, juiciness. Ah, the ancient beverage was one of his favorites. It had changed much through the centuries, though. At first it was almost tasteless and made people happy. Now it was slightly bitter with a savory tang to it and had a habit of addicting and irritating people. It was too bad some humans had been so foolish to use it to such a destructive extent. -
(ooh. I don't ever get that)
Elliot listened to each name, resting his hand on the penguin's head. He was really enjoying his meal while they came up with names. He liked Erin, though Ariel didn't seem to appreciate that one much. The human had started to give up hope in ever getting a name. As he went to finish the last bite of his pasta, he heard Willis suggest 'Elliot'. His gray eyes seemed to brighten at the name. He looked up, pulling the fork away from his face. Happy, he nodded, very pleased. "Elliot.. Elliot Finley Sherwood," he hummed his own name. "I like it. Don't you?"
He noticed that the angel was careful with the drink and the glass that the drink was in. He wondered if it was a special drink. The purple haired boy reached over, grabbing the glass. It felt fragile in his hands. Bringing it up to his lips, he looked at Ariel, trying to figure out the best way to drink it. He had never had anything other than water. When he saw the other sip it, he tried to do the same. However, he didn't like the taste of the drink. It was bitter, as he had said. He didn't like bitter things. He set the glass down, looking at his stuffed animal. -
(I only get carsick in that way. I don't puke or anything)
Ariel nodded, chuckling. For a moment.. He felt human. He felt equal to everyone at the table. That was nice. But reality sunk back in. He was an angel, and these were his slaves, the humans. The lesser species that seemed to be greater for a while. And now angels were heartlessly taking their rights. Woah.. Was that pity? The angel turned his head, his drink still in his head as he pondered that feeling. Oh. Another human emotion from being on Earth. He hated the way humans made him feel- literally. They caused the being to feel emotions that he had never felt in the earlier centuries. Ariel had never felt sorrow, remorse, frustration, annoyance or jealousy. Not until he came to Earth. Now these were normal, but still odd, occurrences.
He finished his plate of pasta after the name was decided. He wondered what it was like to feel your stomach full. Even though he was conjuring a human body, he didn't function like a human. He functioned like an angel. Angels could eat, eat, eat in the human world since it wasn't the same as their world's food. It was quite interesting to watch humans grow full. Not hesitating, he grabbed some sushi and put it on his plate. -
(Ahh, I see. Just no food and such.)
Elliot was pleased that his master liked his name. He, too, liked it. He forgot that he was in the dining room for a moment, and went to another place. The cells. There, his two friends were still there with. He remembered that, when the auction men went to bed, they would think about the world outside. Unlike Elliot, they had a family that they were taken from. They knew some stuff that they remembered.
Sometimes, he thought they were lying about their stories of the outside world, but he liked to hear it all anyway. Learning about animals, the different habitats. Sometimes, Finley would tell Elliot about the stories of the world before the angels came down. He wasn't sure whether or not he would like that world. Some angels were mean, but Ariel seemed nice.
Ariel. The thought of the red eyed angel brought him back to the table. He felt his stomach grumble at him, threatening him for not eating enough. The human decided that the plate of pasta wasn't enough. However, he wanted to know of all of the names of the food before him. "Ariel," Elliot said, trying to catch his attention, "What was the food that we ate first? And what is the rest of this?" He gestured to the other food, his eyes full of a hunger for knowledge. -
(Yes yes ^.^)
Ariel glanced up from the sushi when his name was called. He, at first, didn't understand- as he wasn't very attentive. "Oh! What we had earlier was pasta- noodles. The sauce was alfredo. This is sushi, raw fish. It's made with seaweed, rice and usually some vegetables. The fish that's inside it I have is swordfish, salmon, crab and cod." He informed the slave. He had no problem with teaching his slave a little. In fact, knowledge was one of the things Ariel adored about the human species. He envied it as well, and that's one of the reasons why he came to Earth. He had desired equality, he just hadn't the chance for the longest time.
He was shocked about the human's lack of knowledge of the outside world. He, too, once suffered from that lack of knowledge. However, he was a completely different species than the human, obviously. Shouldn't a human know about the human world? He supposed he was never really exposed to much growing up, being raised in the auction house. -
(lol well at least you can drink stuff xD)
"Sushi.. Fish.. Okay. Thank you," he murmured as he let all of the words sink in. Elliot stared at the plate that had the food he called sushi on it. It looked interesting, whatever it was. He was aware that fish was a type of meat. He hadn't ever gotten to have any in the auction house, but he assumed it was full of flavor. The angel had even mentioned that it was raw fish; if it was good enough to eat without cooking it, he couldn't imagine how great it was cooked. He reached over, taking one of the sushi rolls.
He wasn't sure whether it was proper to eat the sushi with his fork or whether he could eat it like a finger food. Nervous, he looked back up at Ariel, waiting to see what he did. The poor slave was new to a lot of the human customs. He felt bad, having to ask the angel about everything he didn't know about. Being in the auction house meant you were degraded to something like an animal. You know that you must eat. You know you have owners. A place to call yours. And.. That's it. Most words were like a different language to Elliot, much like how a dog or cat probably didn't register their owner's language. He could read and speak perfectly fine, he just had no clue what any of the things actually were. -
(Ig so. I'm home now anyways)
Ariel popped a few rolls of sushi into his mouth, impressed at how well he had prepared the sushi. He even popped a few more in after that. Ariel was finished with the sushi within a few minutes. He felt a little greedy for eating so quickly. That didn't matter, though. He was their master, wasn't he? He was supposed to be the most important person of the household; he was the owner.
Ariel was busy with his thought while he ate, though. Was he being too nice to Elliot, this new slave? Should he be more forceful towards him? This bothered the angel, as he didn't know what to do with the current situation that was presented to him. It was like there was an angel on his shoulder, telling him to be nice. But there was a devil as well, telling him to be mean and ruthless. This was an interesting comparison, being he was an angel. He never fully understood that concept, an angel and a devil on one's shoulder. -
(awww yeeah
How was the trip, though?)
Elliot carefully ate the sushi the same way Ariel did, pleased with the flavors it had. He liked the raw fish the most, though the salty seaweed also interested him. He eagerly took one more, knowing that if he ate too much, it might upset his stomach. He ate that one, too, enjoying it just as much as he had enjoyed the first roll. By his third sushi roll, the human felt as if he could eat no more and settled back into the chair, pleased.
The purple haired boy felt like the silence at the table was awkward. However, he wasn't sure what would be a proper way to start a conversation. Or if anyone actually wanted to talk at all. The maid and the butler had seemed to enjoy the food, though they had only spoken when prompted to share name ideas. Elliot also was aware that Ariel was quiet unless he asked a question. He played with the penguin in his lap, wishing he knew what to do. He hoped that he'd get used to the house and all of the workers sooner than later. -
(It was long. Sorry it took a while to respond. Had to unpack and do homework)
Ariel watched the workers finish their food as he downed the rest of the wine. He, being an ancient, loved the new taste it had. Clearly the slave wasn't so fond, but the staff drank it in excitement. He excused everyone from the table once they were done eating, calling his slave over and walking up the stairs. It was the middle of the evening now, dinner had been late due to the auction running late. However, he still needed to talk to Elliot about his duties and such. So, he made his way into his own room, leaving the mahogany door open for the new slave to follow.
The room was large and painted a bright white with a single blood red wall to the left, this was called an accent wall, the angel had learned. He was quite fond of the accent wall. The carpet was the same color as the accent wall, and also kept vacuumed well. The room had good lighting, clear and white, despite it having no windows, as he wished for his room to be private. And so it was. There was a desk in the left corner, and his bathroom and closet were both on the right side of the room. Ariel also enjoyed the large bed which was made of many white pillows, a deep red sheet, a fluffy white comforter and a red throw blanket. All in all, the room's theme went well. -
(It's fine. I've been doing homework too)
Elliot kept playing with the penguin until everyone was done with dinner. He glanced up at the sound of his name, and realized that Ariel had left the table. Standing, he followed, bringing the penguin with him. He walked up the stairs, only a few feet away from the angel. When he reached the top, he rushed to his room to set the penguin down on the bed, and then went to Ariel's room.
Just like his own room, the angel's room was very pretty and had a pattern. The theme was red and white- he assumed it was referencing to Ariel's red eyes and white hair. He thought it was weird that one wall wasn't matching the others, but he supposed it was pretty to the red eyed angel. As the human stepped into his room, he glanced around for his owner, wondering what he had been called for. -
Eep coloring coloring coloring
The angel sat on the carpet in the middle of the floor, closing the door shortly after Elliot walked in. Ariel liked his privacy, especially while inside his room. "I'm going to explain some.. Things to you. Your duties and such. Nothing that you won't accept or know over time, but it's better to know up front so you have some time to think on it." The angel thought his words over carefully before he said them, doing his best to manipulate the young slave to his well. So far, Elliot seemed to like him. This was a good sign. But Elliot's life wasn't going to be all charms and roses. He couldn't lie to him about that. He was a slave. His life wasn't made to be lavish, he was made to serve Ariel. And that excited him.
Ariel had the idea that Elliot was made for him, chosen for him. Elliot's birth and purpose was for himself. Ariel's purpose was to keep Elliot and to use him well, to take proper advantage of him well. That's what Elliot and his physical body were meant for. Elliot would endure the angel's wishes, and hopefully, eventually come to like them. He smiled gently. -
(lol coloring is fun
OMG what if Elliot is like ";-; Ariel I can't sleep")
Elliot was confused as to why the angel was sitting on the carpet, but he wasn't going to question that. He sat in front of Ariel, totally clueless to what was going on. He wasn't sure what was going to happen over the next few weeks, or even months. "Alright," he chirped, "I'm all ears!" The poor, innocent human was playing right into Ariel's hands. He wasn't aware of what would happen to him. He thought that it would be a simple job, with a simple life.
The purple haired human was interested in his owner. He thought that Ariel was a sweet angel, unlike any that he had ever met. Even being in this room alone with him didn't strike him as odd at all. To the human, being alone with someone was natural. Hell, even being alone was normal.
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