Kinda wanna soap
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Thread Topic: Kinda wanna soap
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(Oh my that would be adorrrkkablee :3)
"So, I think you've probably realized there is no shortage of staff in this house, correct?" Ariel wanted to start this conversation as eloquently and as easily as possible. "So if I had so many slaves at my disposal, why would I need you as it is?" He doubted this had even occurred in Elliot's mind. "You see, Elliot you are my personal slave." Ariel decided to wait and continue his point until he could see the slave's reaction. There was no easy way to put this talk, so it really was better if Elliot asked questions. And Elliot was a quite curious boy, like many slaves, as it was, after all. He tapped his fingers on his own knees, as he was sitting with his knees to his chest, and his arms wrapped around them.
He prepared himself for any questions or reactions he could possibly endure in the next few minutes. He focused on the answers to them, as well as how he was going to continue the conversation, when he saw fit to pick it up. He nibbled his lip a little, his red eyes set on the purple haired boy. -
(then that is what shall happen~)
Elliot realized that what Ariel had said was true. There had been a lot of people when he first arrived, and even though the majority of them were dismissed, that still didn't mean the number was small. They all appeared to have many different uses, too; no two people were doing the same task. He tilted his head at the question posed to him, realizing that he had wondered what his purpose was for. At the answer, the human was still as miserably confused as he had started out.
"What does a personal slave do that is different from your staff?" the purple haired human questioned, his head still tilted. He had to go one step by another. Posing too many questions might just overwhelm both Ariel and Elliot alike. -
(then that is what shall happen~)
Elliot realized that what Ariel had said was true. There had been a lot of people when he first arrived, and even though the majority of them were dismissed, that still didn't mean the number was small. They all appeared to have many different uses, too; no two people were doing the same task. He tilted his head at the question posed to him, realizing that he had wondered what his purpose was for. At the answer, the human was still as miserably confused as he had started out.
"What does a personal slave do that is different from your staff?" the purple haired human questioned, his head still tilted. He had to go one step by another. Posing too many questions might just overwhelm both Ariel and Elliot alike. -
(Yay)
Ariel chuckled quietly for a moment. "That's what I was hoping you were going to ask. And it's my personal favorite part of this conversation. You, you have no special job. You are for anything I want you for, you do whatever I tell you to do." Ariel glanced the purple haired boy over for a moment. He was quite cute, and he'd likely be even cuter in the new clothes that they had bought shortly before that day. "You- you are the one who always is at my side," He continued, "You are my personal favorite.~" The angel would have kept on to say 'You are my toy.' But he had done that before. Humans didn't like that. They didn't respond well. Not like they should respond well to being a slave to a much more powerful being, especially a self-absorbed, manipulative, borderline cruel one like himself. He always thought they should be honored to be his slave, but they never were.
He had always hoped, when he got a new personal slave, that this one would be different. They never were. They always had the same, solemn, borderline angry reaction that they did. However, the thought was persistent in his mind, 'Maybe Elliot is different.' -
Elliot wondered if being a slave would be so bad or not. The angel didn't seem to be cruel at all. On the contrary, he was very giving. He had gotten him a stuffed animal, clothing, and had given him his own home. Being Ariel's 'favorite' sounded important. He didn't know if he'd turn, and force him to do naughty things, but he hoped that wouldn't occur. "So all I have to do is be by your side. And listen to your wishes. Like a companion, but.. Not exactly one, right? Because you own me." That concept was the only thing the human understood. He was not Ariel's friend. He was his object. While the gray eyed boy didn't want to be thought of like a toy, but he assumed it was what Ariel believed him to be.
He glanced around the angel's room, unsure of how to feel. He didn't mind doing this job, though he wasn't sure how he felt about it overall. He felt like a pet. A pet that would blindly follow its owner. Only, he was a bit more aware of the situation. And there were no human abuse laws with the angels, only for actual animals. He could get beat if he messed up. If he really messed up, Elliot could be killed. The thought made him squirm. -
The angel nodded a little. "It's a tad more complex, but yes, you could say that." He didn't enjoy the slave comparing himself to an animal. No, Ariel didn't like that at all. It angered him slightly, but the angel forced himself to induce self control. This slave was new, he didn't need to be broken in.. Just... Yet. It would surely happen, though. Humans had a flair being unobedient, for wanting to escape the stronger being's grasp. They loved to be rebellious, think they had power. But that never worked out that way. They wouldn't ever win their power back, no matter how much hope or self pity they had.
Just as while in heaven, the angels never had a free choice. They could never rebel. They were held down by a stronger, governing force. They were controlled. They only twice had a choice, a free will. Now, and thousands of years before. Between that, they were just skirting through life. -
Elliot rubbed his chin, nodding. He liked having an idea of what would happen to him. The human didn't quite understand how their relationship stood, but comparing himself to a pet was one of the only analogies that made sense to him. He looked into the other's deep, red eyes for a moment, concentrating. This man was in charge of him. He'd have to accept that. But he wanted to know his limits now. "What do you count as being rebellious, Ariel?"
He hoped that the question would be easy for the angel to answer. The purple haired boy didn't know what to expect, but he wanted to know what he shouldn't do. He didn't expect to try running away any time soon. An angel could easily track him down, and Ariel seemed like the type that could find whatever he wanted without fail. Running would be bad. Yet Elliot was still curious. -
Ariel sighed, feeling this should be more obvious. "Anything rebellious is anything against my will." Ariel told him. If Elliot were to defy him, he would have to be punished. Ariel might have been nice, generally, but he didn't stand for when a slave went against his own orders. It irked him. It angered him. It made him want to scream and laugh at the same time. He had some anger issues, indeed.
And, the joy of it all, he knew what he was doing was wrong. It was immoral. It was human like. But the angel enjoyed it. He loved it, it was addicting. He felt like he had power over a large population. And, he hated to say it, he felt like a god. And he was enjoying it. Creating and destroying at his will, it was easy, it was fun, now. It was refreshing.
The only way to compare the enjoyment to a human would be to say it was like taking a long drink of lemonade after a long, hot day working in the summer. That was what this felt like. Except much, much better. -
Elliot nodded, falling silent. He wanted to let that information sink in. Anything that could upset Ariel would be bad. Running away.. Arguing.. Doing something bad to the house.. The human assumed that those things were just the start of the naughty list. He puffed a bit, sitting up straight. He felt as if he'd probably be able to do any of those things, but at the same time, he didn't want to act on it.
For a moment, he was silent. What other questions did he have? He couldn't think of any. Hesitating, the human asked, "Is this all I need to know for now? Would you like me to do something for you?" The small boy was slightly tired, but he didn't want to let that deter him from anything. If Ariel needed something, he would do it. He wanted to prove that he would be the best slave. -
Ariel shook his head no, glancing around the room for a moment. "No, no. As long as you've been good, you're okay. For now." He tapped the top of the slave's head, telling him he could leave. The angel walked over to his own bed, turning on the television and flipping through the channels. After the angels had taken over, there had been no new shows, since most of the humans were repurposed as slaves or killed. The most popular form of entertainment for angels was torturing humans, or setting them to fight against one another. They couldn't be like the Romans had, setting humans to wild animals, there were laws against that, sadly. They viewed it cruel to the animal. Instead, the angels had to find more creative ways of entertainment. A favorite for Ariel was called the "Unwilling Escape Artist". The act differed a lot, but the most memorable show was where a human was put in a straight jacket and chains and pushed under water. Then they would have to escape.
They never did.
Ariel chuckled a little to himself, watching the reruns of what the humans used to call entertainment. It was all so boring, all so full. Sure, the technology was interesting and had potential, but Ariel, much like the other angels, preferred the old order of things.
(Ariel is gonna be super bipolar k? Like one minute he'll be nice and the next he will be like "KILL THE FILTHY HUMANS" etc etc) -
(I'm all in for that haha
But he better be nice when Elliot comes back bc he can't sleep.. Or dirty--/shot)
Elliot blinked, startled when the angel tapped his forehead. When he saw the other stand to go over to his bed, the human scrambled up, leaving the room. He closed the door behind him, careful to give him privacy. The purple haired boy walked into his room, closing his own door. It was a bare room now that he thought about it. There wasn't a lot of entertainment. However, the clothing he had chosen was there, and so was his penguin. He wanted to try his clothing out.
Going to pick an outfit out, he paused in his tracks. Shouldn't he sleep? He would have to be by Ariel's side, or doing gardening, or something like that. Sleep was an important way to get energy. The boy decided that it couldn't be that important. He took off his shirt, trying it on the kitty one he had gotten from the girls clothing. It fit, he realized, and he liked the feeling of the fabric against his skin. It wasn't all scratchy like the white shirt. For the next thirty minutes, Elliot tried on all of his clothing, mixing and matching all of his clothing to see what felt and looked the best. -
(Hmmm muhahaha)
The angel sighed in pure boredom. There was nothing fit for him to do, which often result the angel in extreme boredom. Humans' dull ways of entertainment were merely a joke, a joke that stopped being funny a while ago. Ariel yawned a little, not getting out of his bed. He supposed he could sleep, but he figured it better if he didn't. He needed to have his guard up, by every minute it was growing more and more quiet in the house. This was a cause for suspicion for the paranoid angel. If any one of his slaves had tried to run away, that would cause for a very sour mood for the both of them.
Most of the slaves, though, slept outside, in the makeshift slave barracks he had created. These were easily replaceable slaves, not to mention they were quite ample in number. It was the three people at the dinner table he was worried about. They were his hand picked, his "right hands". Of course, they held very little power, but they were important to the angel. And, because of this, they were usually treated the worst. -
By the time Elliot had finished finding all of the matching pairs, which wasn't many, he settled for bed in his hoodie and underwear. Snuggling with the penguin, the human laid in bed, gazing at the wall. He felt tired. He was aware that he needed to sleep. But for some reason, the gray eyed boy couldn't sleep. The excitement of the day was pumping through his veins. There was no way he could sleep. He rolled around, wondering what to do to sleep. He tried rolling and sleeping in various positions. He hid his head and sprawled himself out. Nothing was working. He wondered if he couldn't sleep because he was alone.
Elliot sat up from the bed, his eyes tired. He wanted to sleep with Ariel. Being in the same room as the angel might help him sleep. Rolling out of the bed and picking up the penguin, he walked to his door. Carefully, he opened it, staring across the hall at Ariel's door. Would his owner get mad at him? Scared, Elliot slowly keeps across the hall to the door. Inhaling, the slave opened the door, poking his head in. "Ariel? I can't sleep.." -
Ariel had been very frustrated with the news at that moment, which was the only television show the angels broadcast. Of course, the anchors, directors and general staff were all angels, as the news only told things angels would care about. Nothing petty like what humans seemed to care about. They didn't care about the most vital cat video, or which president died five years ago today, or who said what that was offensive, or what picture or video of what celebrity was leaked. No. Angels had no business caring about that. Instead, they talked about the important stuff. Just facts, no bias. That's how angels were and had to be. They know what is and what was, and were often forced to carry no trace of opinion on it. Although they could have opinions now, they could still tap into the skill.
And as Elliot entered, he had been practically yelling at the television. It was unfair. Turns out, there had been some human rebellions in some states- Alaska and Hawaii. The suspected humans were still on the run, the angels suspected they were hiding out somewhere. They didn't know how or where they got to, but they just knew they weren't in Hawaii or Alaska anymore. He shut off the television, looking over to the young boy in the door. He cleared his throat. "Are you.. Sure?" He asked, in a deep tone. The angel didn't want to be messed with at the moment, but kept his temper. -
Elliot hadn't realized that Ariel was shouting, but as soon as he stepped into the room, he heard it. The shouting of disapproval and anger. He assumed it was either the news or a show; a lot of humans used to do that when they watched TV. He blushed when the older shut off the television to look over at him.
When the angel spoke, he sounded different. It was a voice trying to hide anger. He swallowed, shuffling closer to Ariel's bed. "I.. I am. I tried, but I don't think I can sleep alone. I'm used to other people being there. S-So, maybe.." The purple haired boy inhaled, puffing out his chest. He had a sort of pout on his face. He wasn't sure how to ask the angel if he could stay with him for the night. Slowly, he continued, "Can I.. Sleep with you tonight?" Instantly, his blush got worse from his own words. He felt like a child asking their parents to stay in their bed because they were afraid of the dark. "If you want to be left alone, I understand. I am, after all, a slave."
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