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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 01 : 09
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The clawed fingers of Andr’ial’s free hand slide up beneath his Siren’s chin to turn her head back to face him. A slight frown forms on full lips as white pupiless meet wavering, tear riddled slitted blue. Lowering Ati’yya’s hand away from his mouth, claw tips sweep lightly at the wetness and a moment later she closes her eyes, tightening her grip on the hand that’s still wrapped around her own as his fingers begin grazing through long wet lashes. “It has been a long day for you. Come.” Allowing his hand to drop, Andr’ial moves away from the balcony and leads his Siren over to a bed covered in layers of silken pillows, helping her up to the elevated mattress and gesturing for her to stay. He moves around to the opposite side, opening a small cabinet that contains various oils and perfumes to select a bottle before returning to his Ati’yya. The horned man reaches for her collar, speaking the words that will allow its removal before placing it off to the side. He takes her hand once more, spreading the oil into his own palm before gently massaging it into her skin and smiling when she reluctantly allows him. Andr’ial moves her to lay on her stomach, slowly working the oil into smooth skin to keep her hydrated. Despite his desire, he will give her another night before he takes her again. This place is new to her and he’s sure she must be overwhelmed by it all. He is hopeful In’irda was able to ease his Siren’s mind a little and help her to understand what her role will be. As much as he prefers his cousin not be near Ati’yya, his own Siren’s teachings will become invaluable. The horned man smirks as he continues over the petite figure’s flawless frame. The fact that he was willing to trade In’irda without a thought lent means he has chosen well in his prize. Doubtless others will also make offers he knows, but he will deny them all. Ati’yya is all he has ever truly wanted. Blue slitted eyes stare at the silken sheets beneath her head, webbed hands balled to her sides, her body tensing with every touch of the man above her. She is trying to prepare herself for something she’s sure to be inevitable as every time that had come before. But despite the clawed hands moving slowly over every line and curve of her body, despite the time he takes in leaving no part of her untouched he makes no moves to claim her as he’s done. Oil is rubbed onto long legs before she flinches softly when he slips a hand beneath a narrow shoulder to turn her onto her back, both arms bent up to her sides. He stops in his task for a moment as white pupiless eyes stare down at Ati’yya’s perfect form, seemingly caught by her innocent beauty for a few long moments before he touches oil slickened hands to her abdomen and begins sliding them slowly up. Andr’ial finishes his task with care, rising to replace the oil in its cabinet before walking away from the bed and towards the door. He releases his wards, opening the heavy wood to retrieve a glass bowl that had been set outside of it along with a covered dish. As he walks back towards the bed, several small fish splash in the bowl’s confines until he carefully places it down on the table closest to his Siren. White eyes meet slitted blue and he gestures towards it before sitting back against the headboard and uncovering the other dish, revealing his own cooked meal. They are both tired from this day and after their meals, sleep will be in order. He is unsure she can be trusted completely so once she is finished he will steal her consciousness until the morning. The Siren sits up, watching the horned man as he begins eating the strange food contained within the dish in his lap, finding herself both surprised and relieved he did not try to claim her once more. But her attentions are drawn by his meal, the smell of it overwhelming and as blue slitted eyes follow clawed fingers while they pull meat to full lips, she’s reminded of that fish that had made her so sick back on the boat. When she doesn’t make a move towards the bowl he’d left for her, he gestures again but the blue haired figure doesn’t move towards it, instead finding herself a little curious as to how he can stomach what she could not. Hesitantly she crawls over to Andr’ial’s seated form, sky blue locks scattered down her back and trailing just slightly along the silken sheets as she moves. His own movements slow and the slightest of smiles forms on his mouth when she glances up to meet his gaze, seemingly torn for a moment on whether or not she should proceed before she looks down at his plate and leans over to bring her face in close. She inhales lightly, immobile for a second longer before the smell of the food hits her senses. A high pitched sound slips from her lips and she pulls immediately back to sit on her legs, shaking her head once in a futile attempt to rid herself of the smell as webbed fingers are brought up to rub at her nose. The look of disgust on her features is enough to pull amused laughter from Andr’ial’s mouth and she stops her movements with her hand still pushed against her nose as slitted eyes rise up to meet pupiless white. Her captor really does… confuse her. The sounds of the splashing fish pulls her thoughts and gaze away, her stomach clenching and reminding her that she has not eaten the entire day at the sight. Dropping her hand away from her face, she turns gracefully and begins crawling across the large plush mattress towards the bowl he’d set for her. White eyes watch as his Siren reaches into the bowl, quickly spearing each little fish with her small claws and bringing them to her lips one by one, just as she had done the day prior when he had brought her live food. It pleases him that she is eating what he brings her. She may eventually work up to cooked food, it would certainly make things easier, but for now he is finding himself entertained by her methods so he will allow it for as long as she needs. Her curiosity though, is what he really likes best. It means she is interested in her surroundings, interested in the things that surround him. When Ati’yya finishes, she crawls back towards the horned man, looking on curiously from a safe distance as he continues to eat his own meal. Andr’ial simply smiles, finishing everything on his plate save half a roll. He rises, removing his plate and her bowl and setting them outside of his room before returning and seating himself on the side of his bed. Clawed fingers reach out, holding the half a roll up towards his Siren before pulling a small piece off and eating it himself. “Perhaps bread will be much easier on you than cooked meat, little fish.” Blue slitted eyes watch as Andr’ial chews on the piece of the roll he’s offering her before her gaze slides down to rest on it. He’d offered her odd food before and she’d gotten sick so she’s hesitant to take this, for that reason and more. Is this new offering another prelude to him taking her? -Another play at courting before he simply forces what he wants on her again? In’irda claims he is not mocking her, that he doesn’t know any other way but how can she trust the words of one of her own kind when that same kind has forgotten all that she is? But… as her gaze slides back up to watch him motion for her to take what he holds before he demonstrates it is safe by breaking off another small strip of his own, she finds that she is …curious and her curiosity is beginning to outweigh her skepticism and caution. Reaching slowly out, she pulls the roll from the horned man’s hands and he smiles a pleased sort of smile as she brings close to her nose. She glances up hesitantly and when he nods again, she slips her tongue out for an exploratory taste . The taste is odd and it causes her to wrinkle her nose just a little, but she’s finding also that it’s not bad… just unlike anything she’s ever ingested before. Ati’yya licks it again before small fangs clamp down to rip off a tiny bite. The moment the billowy texture hits her tongue, she can’t help the reaction to it she has. It’s spongy and odd and she immediately opens her mouth again to rid herself of it as a surprised sort of chirp spills from her and her free hand flies up to swat at her tongue. Amused laughter leaves the horned man as he watches her reaction to the new food. He leans forward, smiling as she freezes in place while he sticks a clawed hand around the back of her neck to pull her towards him and place a kiss on her forehead before letting her go. “You amuse me greatly, little fish.” Picking up the discarded roll, he finishes off the rest of it. “We will try with other foods, there will be something you like eventually.” White eyes shift to look out the balcony and he sighs as the sunset fills his vision. Their long day has drawn to a close and it was time they both found rest. Andr’ial leans over again quickly, speaking the words that will steal Ati’yya’s consciousness before she has a chance to push away. Sky blue hair falls across the mattress as she contacts and clawed fingers swiftly begin arranging her petite form to a more comfortable position before he himself lies down. He wonders how long he will have to do this to her. While he hates forcing her into sleep, he does not trust she won’t try and harm him as she did the first day. Despite the fact that there is really nothing the Siren could hurt him with within the room, he wouldn’t put it past some resourcefulness on her part. Andr’ial turns himself over, watching the slow and steady breaths that come from his prize before clawed fingers reach forward to skim across pretty features and move strands of blue from her eyes before allowing his own to close, slipping off into sleep soon after.
Bright sunlight streaks across the large room, brilliant even behind closed lids and enough to wake her from the sleep she didn’t even remember falling into. Ati’yya furrows her brows before cracking blue slitted eyes open, the white of the room and the yellow orange colors almost too much for her sleep ridden gaze. When had she fallen under…? The last she remembers was her captor sliding in close, speaking quiet words that she didn’t understand and then blackness… She lays in confusion for only a few moments longer before her eyes snap open and webbed fingers fly up to her face. Finding that horrible mask gone, her hands then move to her neck and she breathes a soft sigh of relief to find that constriction gone as well. Slight movement to her side catches her attentions and she stills, allowing her head to turn just enough to slide her slitted gaze over and find Andr’ial laying near, deep within the holds of his own rest. She springs into action almost immediately, wasting no time to push her lithe body up only to find the silver haired man gripping in his sleep, a rather large chunk of her sky blue hair. She carefully shifts, petite fingers working swiftly to untangle his hand from her locks while her eyes never once leave his face. She manages to work herself free and sets his hand down before sliding her body back. The sheer fabric at her hips tumbles down as she hops off the platform bed and moves quickly towards the closed door across the room. She’s about to reach out to touch the handle when she stops her hand in its tracks, the memory of the pain this action had brought her only the day before springing to the surface. Curling her fingers back with a frown, she turns around and practically runs for the balcony, daring a brief glance towards the bed to ensure the man lying on it is still sleeping before she’s found her way out onto the marbled ledge. Sky blue locks spill over narrow shoulders as she grips onto the stone railing and leans over to survey the area, hoping for any small chance that she can find a way down. The cliff is steep and jagged and the ocean too far from it for her to jump, but she’s hopeful perhaps that once she finds her footing, she can still make it so the Siren pulls back and moves towards the wall’s edge, climbing up onto the scrolled stone soon after before she turns and begins to lower herself down , her blue slitted gaze focused on her bare feet as she works to find a place to put them while grasping tightly onto the rail itself. From within the room, white eyes slowly crack open. Turning his head, Andr’ial finds his Siren gone from his bed and it causes him to wake with a start before he begins frantically looking around until movement catches his attention from the corner of his eye. The horned man slides quickly forward, hopping off the bed and rushing out on the balcony to find Ati’yya propped over the railing’s edge. His sudden presence causes her to start and a moment later she begins to lose her grip. Clawed fingers reach out, grabbing her wrist just before she would fall and anger fills white eyes when she yelps so he rips her back over, throwing her hard into the room behinds where she skids across smooth marble. Before she has a chance to process what has happened he has already stormed over, picking her up by the hair and ignoring her screams of surprise and pain as he brings his face in very close. “Do you have any idea what you are doing?! You would have died! On the off chance you survive your voice will kill others and I will not have that on my head!” He growls and throws her, watching as her petite frame hits a far wall and crumples to the floor. Wasting no time, the horned man grabs her mask and collar, ignoring her feeble attempts to fight him off as he secures them to her before he drags her back towards his bed. Andr’ial locks the chain to the frame and forces himself to step back. He is angry, disappointed and hurt and if he stays in the room, he will only hurt her beyond repair. So he turns away from his Siren and grabs his robe, wrapping it around himself before moving towards the door. His wards are dispelled and he exits, resetting them once the door is shut once more. Sky blue locks are tangled and strew all around her body as she sits with her head down, silent sobs wracking her pain filled body as tears roll down her tightly closed eyes. Webbed fingers curl around the bedding beneath her and she sinks a little further, hating from the pit of her stomach to be where she currently is. She was so close to finding a way free only to be ripped back inside this prison, chained and masked while her actions seem to have only angered her captor further. Ati’yya’s blue slitted gaze never opens as she pulls one hand away from the bedding and slides it weakly up to wrap around the chain that keeps her tethered, pulling feebly against it before she simply sinks completely down and buries her face against the silken sheets while curling further into herself, too much in pain and too defeated to do anything else but cry .
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