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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 01 : 10
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Andr’ial paces as he waits for his cousin to arrive. He hates relying on Hir’itel for anything but he has no other way to communicate with Ati’yya other than his actions and right now they would be sending the wrong message. He sits down on the stairs, biding his time until the sounds of horses’ hooves fill his ears and he stands up, walking swiftly to the door. Hir’itel straightens with a wide smirk painting his face that he aims at his cousin as he helps In’irda out of the carriage. “Having trouble with your new pet?” “I require In’irda to communicate with her, that is all.” “As I said before, I would be happy to train her for you…” The other man’s smile brings a glare from In’irda, which Andr’ial can’t help laughing at. “Absolutely not, and it seems your own Siren is not fond of this idea either.” The horned man crosses his arms. “My services are not free, Cousin. I will not show up at your beck and call to lend you my own pet whenever you are having trouble with yours.” Hir’itel frowns as they walk through the large front doors. “And yet you are here, hoping to catch another glimpse of my Ati’yya.” Andr’ial smirks, knowing his cousin far too well. Hir’itel’s eyes shift over to glance at In’irda who stands with her head bowed subordinately before his gaze shifts back to meet Andr’ial’s white. “We still have things to discuss, but let us not waste any time where your pet is concerned. We can converse while In’irda is doing her duty.” He speaks the words to remove her mask before pushing the Siren forward gently towards the horned man, In’irda working to hide a blush on her face when she gets close that he apparently doesn’t seem to even notice. She bows lightly and Andr’ial turns to walk away, beckoning her to follow as he heads back towards his room. “I need Ati’yya to understand that if she continues to attempt to escape, she will only end up killing herself or killing others. I need her to calm down or I will be forced to keep her restrained until she does. I do not wish to do so, but she is leaving me with little choice in the matter for both her safety and everyone else’s.” White eyes glance back to golden yellow. “Can you do this?” In’irda’s slitted eyes immediately look down and she nods, torn between wanting the other Siren gone and knowing if her behavior becomes worse after directly talking with her, it’ll be taken out on the yellow haired Siren herself. If she can get her to behave, at least that will keep her own master from needing to come to this place. She does not like competition for his attentions. The pair stop in front of his chambers and he dispels his wards before opening the door for In’irda, not bothering to go in himself as he finds he is still unable to look at Ati’yya. The yellow haired Siren walks in, locating the other immediately as she lies crying and chained to her master’s bed. She sighs in annoyance as the doors are closed behind her, walking over to the other female and seating herself on the edge of the bed while crossing her arms in irritation. You are stupid. He has only done this because you have tried to escape. He will not let you go. You will end up killing yourself and your voice is considered a weapon. If the escape does not kill you, you will be executed for harming others. I do not like you. I do not like the way my master looks at you. You have two masters who want you. That is not fair. If you do as expected my master will not be required to return and I will not have to look at him or hear him when he speaks of you. I do not care if you do not wish for this life, you are ruining mine with your behavior. Tear stained blue slitted eyes stare through blurred vision at the yellow haired Siren while she issues a lecture she doesn’t want to hear. She’d lash out if she could for all that she’s said, scream at her to keep this life she seems so in love with and tell her she doesn’t care. She doesn’t want the attentions of these people as they are not her own, she doesn’t want to be in this place, chained to this bed with this person who cannot even claim she’s one of her own anymore speaking to her as if she were a stupid child. She wants to be free and she wants to go home. She wants to feel the touch of her suitors again, to see the admiration in their eyes and to feel protected by them the way that she had before. She wants to sleep out in the open with no chain and no mask and nothing confining her skin. But she can say none of this, her voice locked away and silenced by the scrollwork metal that covers her mouth so instead she just turns her head away, curling tighter against herself as her tears finally begin to reach their ends. Stop it. In’irda sighs, annoyed as she looks away from the one before her and out towards the balcony. You want to not be chained and masked, then do not try to escape. You do not want to be harmed, then do not try to escape. You cannot make it home, it is impossible, you will only kill yourself in the process. This is fact, there no way around it. If you would prefer to kill yourself, then by all means, go ahead. All of this will stop when you do. It is very simple. If you try to escape, you will die. If you do not want to die then accept that you will need to stay here. She looks back over to Ati’yya as she lays buried in the sheets. Do you understand? It takes a lot for Ati’yya not to lash out at the yellow haired Siren, a lot. She hates being told that she’s really and truly trapped and that her life has now been narrowed down to this. This room, this bed with these chains binding her. She doesn’t want to accept that there’s no way at all for her to gain what she had up until she’d been taken all those sun’s rotations ago. She doesn’t want to accept that she will never again be free and she must now claim someone not even of her own kind as her ‘master’. She doesn’t want to accept she has a master at all. But… if she wants In’irda to go away, she’s going to have to agree isn’t she? She’s going to have to give in for now, because if anything it will get the one behind her out of the room so she can once again, be alone. And so after a few moments of silence and immobility, Ati’yya nods a slow nod to the one sitting behind, indicating that she’s understood it all. I do not believe you. I think you will keep trying and I will have to keep coming back here and telling you to stop. I- In’irda’s word are interrupted as the wards on the door are dispelled and Andr’ial walks in. The yellow haired Siren stands immediately, bowing her head to the one who has entered and immobile as he walks over towards the pair. The horned man doesn’t even look at them as he moves in close to Ati’yya, speaking the words to remove her mask before the slightest tints of a pained look shifts through his features as he’s walking back towards the door with the metal in his hand. “I had forgotten to remove the mask so you may speak… I will return later.” He says quietly before he exits a moment later. Golden slitted eyes shoot up to the figure still laying face down on the mattress, the annoyance she feels at being ignored only growing. He is smitten with you. He does not even know my name. Ati’yya’s words are muffled by the sheets beneath her, but the trace amount of hurt in her tone is clear. He cares only for me the way you have said. As a pet. Webbed fingers slip up as she turns her head to the side, finally facing the yellow haired Siren before her while she wipes at her eyes. One he wants to obediently stand at his side, forgetting and forsaking all that she is and has ever known as if my life up until the day he had taken me had been a dream … Pushing herself slowly up, the blue haired Siren’s gaze slips out to the balcony as her hand travels to the chain that binds her to tug halfheartedly at it before she turns her slitted eyes back to meet golden yellow, a frown forming quickly on her lips soon after. So tell me in all your wisdom, how I am to be expected to believe a male who has taken me from my home by force cares -anything- for me at all ? Tell me how I am to simply forget what it is to be free and not chained- she yanks on the short tether –as I am now chained? You claim not to like me? You claim that I am ruining this life you so obviously love with my behavior? Then tell me how I am supposed to act so that you may leave and I will never have to see your face again! In’irda narrows her eyes. You behave exactly as I have said. You do not try to escape, you accept his gifts and his attentions and possibly initiate some of your own. If you were to show him even a slight amount of attention of your own accord I can almost guarantee you he will not be so forceful. He has never struck me as intentionally violent, but he does not know what to do with you. But no, you are going to keep doing this in your stubbornness and so will he. Every time you try to escape, he will only chain you down and bind you away and that is only if you do not end up killing yourself first. She smirks. Perhaps you can teach him the right way. I am fairly certain he would be open to it, more so than any other I have seen. I have shown my master where my preferences lie and he generally listens because I am obedient. You cannot have your old life back. You can either get over it and start a new one or spend the rest of your current life being miserable. It is your choice in the end. Golden slitted eyes look away. My own master seems smitten with you, but your does not trust him and so he protects you. He is right, mine would be far less patient. I would happily be traded, as yours is far more preferable. He is kinder from the very beginning despite your uncooperative nature. She frowns. But he does not see me, he only sees you. In’irda’s webbed fingers move to the small over her own back, untying the laces of the corset she wears and showing an intricate tattoo beneath. Look. She points to the markings. Look beneath. I have been permanently scarred. The design is to cover that. My master wanted to claim me as only his but I arrived to him with marks from the ones who took me and the one who held me before. I received these for trying to free myself. When I stopped trying to escape, they stopped hurting me. Even my own master was rough in the beginning, but when I showed him it was unnecessary, he stopped and I taught him how I was to be treated if he wanted my obedience. He soon learned that kindness was better than force. Blue slitted eyes pull away from yellow, the anger in her gaze fading a little as they come to rest on the intricate patterning adoring the other Siren’s skin. Slipping her hand free of the metal tethering her to the large platform bed, webbed fingers flatten against the plush bedding as she pushes herself as far as the chain will allow to get a better look at the tattooing that marks pale flesh. For a moment she’s caught by it and the idle wonderment of how the patterns are even staying on her skin so she spends a few seconds following each line in interest before she furrows her brows to look beyond it and see the scaring beneath, the frown immediately reforming before she pulls back. To have those marks still on your skin… Those marks would mean that In’irda was at one point in time, like herself -struggling for freedom, unable to accept yet still forced into the acceptance in a rather violent way. She did not always love this life she’s praised so highly, she did not always want to remain. She tried… like Ati’yya has tried, to regain what was stolen from her and she has been scarred permanently for her attempts. It is rare that an injury remains visible for their kind, their bodies naturally healing and quick to mend any breaks in their skin. Seeing those on the yellow haired woman’s body strikes at Ati’yya just a little deep and suddenly she has the knowledge that no matter what she does or how hard she tries, she really is… stuck. The anger she’d felt a few moments before seeps away and she slides back to turn herself against the intricately patterned boarding that frames the bed before pulling her legs up towards her chest, wrapping her arms around them soon after. I am sorry… she whispers, allowing her face to sink down against her knees as she suddenly feels rather deflated. I did not understand… I will not fight that male anymore and I will try to accept. Though even as she says it, even with the sinking feelings shifting in the pit of her stomach as the knowledge of the futility of it all travels along with them, she’s still unsure of how she’ll be able to simply forget all that she’s ever been even though she’s beginning to truly understand that she is being given little choice in the end.
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