BONE BANDIT

...................................DRAGON MASTER ..............................................((Rp Blog))

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“A fuss? Well… Well, that’s just it. That’s my name. Fuss Snapdragon,” he spoke out with a bit of pride. His flat chest being puffed out as if the give the false impression of strength. “And would you happen to have a name?”

The Pixie glared at the other while contemplating his options. Either take the dragon’s word or stay stuck in this damn cell. He slowly reached out to grip the man’s hand lightly, as if it were too hot to touch. Fuss slowly stuck his hand out to touch the barrier to find that there wasn’t one. Happily the pixie yanked Bandit out with him, looking to and fro before letting go of his hand. “This… this is the way out?” he asked with pure excitement as he began to walk hastefully down the hall of the dungeon to a narrow stony staircase. However, he stopped just short of them, wings twitching in fear. “This is not another prank, is it?”

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“Of course it is.” His name was actually Fuss? How fitting since that’s all he seemed to do. 

Bandit was practically led by the impatient pixie, but soon enough the fear struck and Bandit grinned behind him.

“If it was do you think I’d tell you first?” He asked back answering his question with a question just to be as annoying as the pixie started out. It  was keeping a funny smile on the old dragon’s face anyhow. 

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“Well, before you so rudely assume that I’m so helpless I’ll have you know I had a great deal of clothes back at home. This isn’t exactly my place of residence, you doofus. I woke up here and all I had were these… these giant clothes. Nothing suitable for my natural height.” The Pixie gave a subtle huff that caused his wings to droop a bit. Tell tale signs of his concern and hopelessness.  Once he could stretch his wings. Once he could shrink again surely he would have a much better chance of slipping through the stranger’s grasp. He would be a fool to try and zip passed the man with only a few feet for an opening.  Fuss slowly approached the door only to find that the threshold was solid. The only way he would be able to pass was with the touch of this master, or any master for that matter. Being taken out physically seemed to be the only way to break this magic. “Is this some sort of joke?” he huffed at the other, wings already beginning to vibrate rapidly in irritation.

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The old dragon rolled his eyes at all the mouthy banter. “Okay pixie boy. Whatever you say. What’s your name boy? You’re making quite the fuss of things.” 

“Yeah, it was. A little bit yeah. Here. Hold my hand. Then we’ll walk out together. I just wanted to see you make another tantrum baby fuss.” 

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“Yes, when I was little. I ruined it though while playing with my sisters,” Astrea smiled, remembering her younger self crying because mud was splattered all over the fine silk. “Older clothing is just more intricate and detailed, the older something is typically the more work went into making it. I can appreciate that.”

When he lifted up the white garment she grinned. It wasn’t her angel garb but it looked just as nice. It wasn’t as revealing as the other things he had been looking at which relieved her, but the thin straps and low front were suggestive enough to make her want to try it on out of curiosity. She nodded, returning his enthusiasm and flushing a little at his compliment. “It’s lovely, it challenges the beauty of some of the things we wear in Heaven.”

She reached out to run her fingers gently along the silk, gradually moving to the bits of lace stitched into the fabric. Astrea looked up which she regretted almost immediately when seeing the disappointed look on his face. Pulling her hand away she nervously fiddled with her fingers. 

“I am going to be good, but I’ve never been naked in front of someone. It’s inappropriate,” She divulged. It wasn’t right to reveal herself to a stranger, her body was scared and should be treated as such. She also felt bad for making him unhappy and knew if she didn’t do this things probably wouldn’t go the way she wanted them to.

“I’m not ashamed of my body– unless there’s a reason I should be?” She looked at him questioningly. Taking a step back she made her way to the shower, eyeing the nozzles as she approached. With a deep breath, and turning her back to the man once more, she tugged the clothing she had been wearing over her head before gingerly stepping into the shower.

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“Aww.  Well, maybe you’ll get to enjoy one again someday. Sounds like kids though. Isn’t that what kids do? Make mud pies or something and throw them about?” He’d seen human children do this before, not that he’d ever been a kid before as a person. He’d only been a dragon. But, her mentioning she had been a child at all kept his mind curious about her. It was yet again something that confused the crap out of him. He was darn sure pure angels were never born, but created. If  she was never born, how was she created? As a child? Instead of always just being how she was? She constantly referred to things that reminded him of humans, yet claimed to be an angel. Maybe an angel of innocence would have to live out a childhood to fully understand it? So maybe she was a rarity? He didn’t know. He quizzed her about it and she reworded herself and her newer answers made him think she was basically telling him he was right, that the other angels were just referred as sisters, and not an actual sister, and things like that. But, when he questioned her before on these things she seemed to get really upset instead of informative when really all Bandit wanted was to understand her, not rile her up. So, he saved his questions that were piling up for later. 

The other things he’d been looking at was his way of sorting through the piles until he had found the right one. But, this bridal white - no angel white dress was just the right look he was rooting around for. He was watching her touch the softness of the fabric, her fingers gliding over it when his emotions had gotten caught in a downfall. But, much to his surprise just after she seemed to change her tune on him.... again. It almost felt like the moments when he’d been asking angel and God questions before. Maybe that was just how this girl was? Maybe there was a bit of a sweet and sour patch kid in there? He liked her smile though when it formed again. It was almost like she was trying to perk him back up. That felt.... well he wasn’t sure what that felt like, but he liked it. 

He would have to disagree that this was inappropriate, but he kept his mouth shut watching her step right into action. He wished he could gauge her emotions like witches he knew could. He was trying to figure out whether she’d done it so quickly out of fear reconsidering where she was and this whole slave thing thinking she better do as she’s told, or if that look on her face had anything to do with it, the one he caught a glimpse of, the one that seemed to feel sympathy for his own disappointment. It didn’t really matter either way, but he was a curious one.

He took a deep breath when saw her actually pull her clothes off. He peaked up and watched her feminine frame head towards the tub. Good god, he was right. She did have that same flawless heaven sent skin all over her body. Two thoughts went through his mind. One was how much he’d love to literally peel it all off, skin her alive, and keep it to wear himself like an over coat or cuddly blanket. The second was how much he wanted to touch it while it was on her. He had such a love / hate relationship with God. Part of him felt empathy for her because of her devotion to Heavens as he understood it, while another part of him just wanted to fuck the living shit out of her and taint her in every way possible just to be smirk up at God and mess up something of His, since God did such a doozy on him. 

“Quite the contrary, you have everything to be admired for.” He spoke soft and hung up the dress carefully. Then he rooted around a little and found some hair brushes accessories. He laid them all on a little pile on a table and moved to the doorway and kept his head down as she was getting her shower started. There were no towels in there either and he moved to the cabinet to pull a big white fluffy one out. “For when you’re finished.”

 He whispered and held it as he walked passed. He was close now, Blue eyes soaked in her every curve this time. He looked up at her face, then around her shoulders, to the side curvature of her feminine frame around supple, youthful, bare breasts, to the hourglass of her waist, the beauty of her backside, and down the length of her legs, to those always bare feet. He didn’t look at her like livestock this time. He looked at her like a man looks at a woman, when desire ignites. He would step back though and lean his back against the wall holding that towel. Then he stood right there only a few feet away, eyes on her face, and silent to watch what he hoped was a beautiful waterfall over her most arousing pink silhouette. He had been a water dragon before God changed him into the skeletal beast he is now. Just the thought of the combination of such a beauty in a cascade of crystalline waters was nearly enough to choke him up and form a lump in his throat. He was a twisted soul, but a tragedy as well, and suddenly his emotions were getting the better of him, and he was trying to hold them in while in front of this slave who  knew nothing much yet of Everbrook much less him personally. 

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Bandit took a step inside the cell and immediately he hopped backwards with the help of his wings. “There isn’t exactly a supply of clothes to accommodate my size.” He must admit he felt chilly but this was his natural size. The height at which he felt more free to zip about. Gravity was different for him and his tiny bones.

“Of course I can…” He told the man before looking towards his pile of fabric and zipped over to it. He shifted back to 5’ 6" in a blinding spark of light and swiftly pulled on his pants to keep himself decent. He left his shirt off though as to not wrinkle or crunch his massive iridescent dragonfly wings. “Are we going out now? You said that we would…” If the creature didn’t keep his word Fuss would definitely have quite a problem with this.

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“Sure, there is. If I were you I’d have figured out by now how to make them myself, or just go to a toy shop and buy doll clothes to stuff in my pockets for when I feel like going into little mode. Not like it would take much room. Hell, you could keep a whole wardrobe in just one pocket for just in case of any occasion if you really wanted to. This aint’ brain science, kid.” He chuckled having no clue how old the guy was. He was just so little being only a few inches high, so it came out naturally. 

“But, yeah, yeah, yeah. We can go out. We can go out around the manor anymore. Come on. Take a breather from the cell or whatever.” He shrugged. It wasn’t like this guy could get away. Bandit felt he had that look in his eyes though, the ones of an attempted escape artist. Good luck to him if he did. 

Bandit however kept a staff he just so happened to not be carrying in the manor. It was like his pimp cane, or walking stick. It had a skull on top. But, it also had feathers and wings dangling down like a tribal stick for added decor. Fairy wings to be exact. Bandit was getting quite the eye full of those dragonfly wings on this boy’s back. He wasn’t all good intentioned about it either. 

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Only once she was walking next to him did she realize just how much larger he was than her. He made her feel much more small than she already did here. During the mixer she had been to irritated at her situation to explore the mansion; she didn’t want anyone seeing her and assume she was actually enjoying her time here. Now though, she was considerably less agitated and took advantage of this time to examine all the artwork on the wall and antique furnishings throughout the house. She was almost a little disappointed when they arrived at his room and her exploration was cut short.

Entering his room she immediately spotted his tub and the lack of a curtain. Her stomach flipped. While she was excited to use something so fancy looking, she also wasn’t too keen on bathing in front of her companions watchful eye. When he pulled away from her she turned to take in the rest of the room. It was much nicer than her cell to say the least, but it also seemed to be a bit of an organized mess. There was skimpy articles of clothing piled around the room in a rainbow of colors. All of it looked soft and each peice was detailed making it stand apart from the rest. They were pretty, the kind of stuff she had seen earthly women wear on a occasion. It made her curious as to who all this stuff belonged to.

Stepping forward a bit she bent down to finger a length of rope, “Why do you have so much rope? Are you making something?” There was quite a bit of it in the room and she couldn’t understand what other reason someone would need some much rope for.

Standing back, she intertwined her fingers behind her. “Yes, when I was a cherub I used to dress up in clothing from all different time periods. If I find a piece of clothing particularly beautiful I’ll try it on, even now,” Astrea blushed. When he began to hold up the delicate pieces to her body he blush deepened. Couldn’t honestly be thinking she was going to wear this stuff? It was like he was trying to make a mockery of who she was and what she stood for!

She was going to say something when he told her to take off what she was wearing; this was what she was afraid might happen when she entered the room. “But you’re still in here, and there are no curtains or doors to put between us. I can’t take off my clothes if you’re watching me.”

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He was 6′ 4″ in human form. He seemed tall to many. But, to him, he always felt tiny, and inferior in this human skin. 

“Oh? The rope? It’s for an old Japanese art I enjoy. It takes a lot of rope to create the stylistic pieces I’m into.  It’s an intimate artform. Westerners never seem to get it. But, it’s sensual, a way to connect with someone when performed properly. Have you ever worn a kimono? What’s your favorite color? I love the feel of silk on skin.” He asked while smiling about her dress up story. “I love vintage fashions. They’re much sexier than the styles of today.” He was ancient. He had a lot of opinions on a lot of things. 

“Ohhh gosh look, I think I found it.” He held up a long, flowing, white garment. “How beautiful would you feel in that?” He held it up again as if imagining as he did many of the others. “You would look so graceful, and beautiful barefoot in the garden in this. You would give the blossoms a run for their money.” He grinned with high hopes. “Do you think it’s pretty? Feel it, it’s so soft too.”  

But, as he was getting all his hopes up high that something perfect had been found she objected to the bath. He’d honestly gone from the most excited happy expression to completely crestfallen.

“I thought you were going to be good? It’s not like we’re having sex. I’m not going to ruin your chastity. This is innocent. Are you ashamed of your body or something?” He asked stepping closer to her. “You’re beautiful. I promise. No reason to be modest. But, if you’re embarrassed and ashamed of yourself, I can turn around. But, we’ll have to work on that self-confidence if we’re to meet again.” 

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Yeah, Fuss had never had a run in with a fly swatted before but judging by the sound of the name he wasn’t in a rush to see one first hand. “No need to get so nasty,” he huffed at the giant before landing on the cold stony flooring a few feet back. He had followed instructions but the tiny bare boy surely would be hard to inspect at his current height. “Open the door and come look then… But only if you intend on taking me out and keeping your word.”

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Now that the little fellow had slowed down it let Bandit see him fully and it gave him quite the chuckle. “Well, well. Look at you all dressed up in your skin sweater. You must have somewhere fancy you were intending to go?” He asked when his eyes finally caught the sight of those wings. 

Fuck. They were like a dragonfly’s. Bandit honed in quick. 

“Can you shift size?” He asked as he reached for the cell door and stepped right inside nearly ready for this one to try and flit by him quickly in an escape attempt. “Those are stellar wings.” He complimented actually with a genuine tone. 

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Throughout the humming of his own rapidly beating dragonfly wings he didn’t hear the heavy footfall of the approaching dragon shifter. In fact, it wasn’t until a deep bellowing voice shook the tiny pixie to his very core that Fuss zipped a few feet from the cell bars for safety. “Wings,” he repeated before his own gave a stutter at the mere understanding and he lost a few inches due to his unstable hovering. “They are rather… Difficult to see whilst I am in the air. Perhaps I could give you a closer look if you free me from this cage?”

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“I was just hoping you’d land. But, hey here’s the way I see it. You could do what I say and land so I can see. OR... I can chase you around with a fly swatter until you come down. I think one way is less painful, don’t you?” Bandit chuckled. “Then again since you’re such a clever little tink thinking of conning me into letting you out first, I could do you a solid and just let you out. How does that sound?” There was so much sarcasm when he spoke the words about being clever. Bandit knew he’d not get far. The magic held him in the manor. Why not get the little guy’s hopes up?

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Fuss was a hyperactive little pixie. Naturally you would expect such an eager little creature to try escaping every chance he got and his two hour recreational time had been spent right when he awoke that morning, just as it was wasted every morning on exploring. The fae was trying to search for any weak spots, only three or four inches tall and feeling between the bars of his cell door for the barrier of magic that kept him in. Oh how he hated being cooped up like this. Small, scared, and completely exposed, though he wasn’t as bashful when he was so small. After all, this was his natural state.

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Bandit, the bone dragon currently walking around in human lanky legs (which he despised along with the rest of his human form) still looking around for a decent claim. He wasn’t sure he was attracted to much that Micah brought in with this round of slaves. Maybe one or two, but he was a contrary and picky dragon with a chip on his shoulder. His nit-picky-ness would be the death of him. It was on this annoyed search through the cells that he thought he spotted a rather insect. He had every intention of going over to swat it when he realized it took on the shape of a human body. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Turn around boy. Turn around. I want to see your wings.” Bandit loved fairy wings and pixie ears and brownie toes. They made for great jewelry adornment and snacks when he was a great giant dragon. Of course he wasn’t that now though. He was an annoying weak human. 

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Astrea wanted to shy away from his touch, the only thing stopping her from doing just that was that she knew he would leave her if she wasn’t polite. The affection was strange, not unappreciated, but strange. Her brow furrowed when his gaze swept over her, she thought it was similar to the way some might eyeball livestock at an auction. It made her want to hide her body the best she could with her arms, but she was afraid of what he might do it she did.

She was quite pleased with how she held herself during his examination, resisting her strong desire to drag herself away and not letting any of her emotions cross her face. Unfortunately, her resolve came crumbling down when his finger played across her collar bone, goose flesh following its path. Her lips parted and her eyes snapped down to watch his movements carefully. It was such a soft touch that it tickled a little, but it was nice. She liked it, how he was almost teasing her, and it made her wonder if she should even be enjoying it in the first place. 

It was something that she didn’t want to dwell on so she smiled softly up at him. “That sounds wonderful,” She gushed, letting him led her out of the cell. She wondered if he was going to find her angel garb for her, but really anything was better than what ever she was wearing right now.

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“Perfect then.” 

He let her a room where he had already made home some of his personal favorites in drawers and wardrobes awaiting the moment Micah brought in some fresh slaves. Men were one thing, but he loved to dote on a woman, keeping in mind, always his version of gifting, or tastes in anything, always his way, rarely theirs. But, as the quiet walk had finally made to the room’s point and he let go her hand she would notice the shower room attached with no door to close. There was a beautiful porcelain clawfoot tub too and yet no curtain. 

As he started to root through things he’d stuffed in there in case of finding someone he’d like to see in them, he started to chat again, “I have a better selection at home.” He shrugged. “But, we’ll make do. Do you like to play dress up?” He was a hoarder and a collector and fashion he loved to see the female form in was on those many things he hoarded. She would see lace things, sheer thing, satin things, things with ribbons, lots of black and reds, lots of pinks, and pastels. and white. There would also be a wealth of eye masks and a an awful lot of rope laying around. Everything still had tags, never worn. He didn’t like to recycle. 

Then when he noticed her standing there as he was going about his thoughts holding something up every now and then as if imagining it on her and then tossing them into different piles, he said with a soft piece in each hand, one white and one navy, “Well, undress honey. Go ahead. The shower’s right there.” He spoke so matter of fact, like she should just be comfortable enough to start stripping down right in front of him. “I’m still looking for just the right look for you. But, don’t worry, I remember, you like to go barefoot.” 

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Clearly this is Bandit next to one of his sets of bone chimes. It really can’t get more perfect than that.

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Flawless face, confident body, beautifully inked, femininely adorned, and graceful in her bondage suspension, a delicate touch in her strength, face of submission, and arousal. Her state of mind translates on her body’s form. I hate dirty sleaze, to each their own. But, this is a thing of beauty. I love beauty. This is what sexy is to me.

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Micah?” The name sounded familiar - the man that had introduced himself on the night of the ball. That night seemed so far away - and some of the introduction had been lost in all the noise as Toni had tried to adjust to the onslaught of people. If he knew the man that brought them all there, he could be dangerous. Bu that also meant that he must have had permission to let her out. Toni bit her lip, weighing her options and staring at his hand for a moment. “I guess - you would know the rules. If you know him…” The faerie was scared, she wasn’t used to such foreboding presences like that of the masters and mistresses in the mansion. She didn’t want to die, to be hurt or have any hope of returning to her home taken away - and the promise of going outside was so tempting. She took his hand softly, her fingers shaking just a bit. “Okay. I’d like to see the courtyard, please.” Her voice was soft, and she took a single step out of the cell, almost expecting to be pushed back in and told it was a test of some kind. “Am - am I allowed to fly out there?”

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In came her hand into his and folded his fingers over hers gently. “Then we’ll go see the courtyard. Yes, You can. I wish I could.” He said with a taste of bitterness and jealousy in his tone. “I’m too big for even the courtyard in here.” He explained. But, he still kept a pleasant demeanor. “Come on. It’s okay.” He smiled as he tugged her a long a little seeing her hesitance. and kept chattering as they walked. “I only have enough room to shift outside the manor. I’m pretty Micah wouldn’t be too happy if I turned his place into a demolition site when my wings alone would go all wrecking ball on the walls and probably pull up his foundation. And as much as that might be a fun sight to see, I’d like to stay on his good side, a little.” 

“I bet you have pretty wings. Can you change size?” He asked getting more curious about the petite creature. 

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“I figured as much.” He shrugged slightly and laughed. “And I’d appreciate it tif you didn’t take my spine. That would be very… unpleasant.” He chuckled softly and smiled at the other. “Well, if you ever ned some magic preformed, you’ll know the cost. I like to keep my options open.”

“It’s a curse. A family of witches who hated my family made it so using our magic would make us monsters. The goal was that we’d out ourselves to hunters and be slaughtered… instead we killed them all. The coven and any hunter who came after us. So now.. I only use small amounts of magic. Or big amounts when I really need to.”

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“So, I’ve heard. Werewolves survive it. I’ve made them tell me all about their pain in great detail while having them bent over a boulder for the banging. It loses it’s charm when they have no spine to control their mouths with. I’m not sure your cost is much of a price that worries me. But, thanks for the heads’ up. It’s your soul, not mine.”

“Well, even if the goal got screwed in the end with the coven, sounds like your soul is already fucked and inhumane and becoming moreso really wouldn’t mean shit. So, more power to ya. Wave that magic wand Criss Angel. Mind Freak the world and shit like that.” The guy was talking proud about being deceptively dangerous and bragging about murders. Yup. Bandit liked the guy. He just thought it was hilarious he’d worry about his humanity of all things. 

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He cocked his head slightly, “really?” But he nodded, “of course. I’m Xander, short for Alexander. I’m an angel, not sure if that like makes me boring or a waste of time. Um, what are you?” he asked looking at Bandit. “I think, really, my only question is what our purpose is. I mean I understand the whole ‘I’m a slave’ bit, I get that. But for what purpose? Labor, conversations in a jail cell, what?”

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“Naw. Your face kinda does that for ya.” Bandit shrugged. “I’m not into breaking child labor laws... oorrrr... anything that looks like preteen girls would dogpile it in a Gap outside the food court.” He gave Xander a little slap on the arm in jest. “Sorry. Sorry. You just told me you were an angel. I mean. HA. No that’s not boring, in the least actually, but whether you’re about to tell me you’re a million years old or not, you look like you’re oh... 12. Hell, even if you were human, you got that face, like you’re a pedophile’s wet dream even if you are probably in your early 20′s. What are you an angel of? Like.... guardian angel over the mall or what? Don’t get me wrong, I’m trapped in this face and this body and probably have no room to talk.” But, in Bandit’s mind at least he could say he was cursed by God, literally. But, that was another story. Then again maybe this poor guy was too? What did Bandit know? Nothing.  

“But, eh... as for the slave part. That depends on what the master wants out of you. Micah’s a kinky bastard like that. You’ve heard of human trafficking haven’t ya? Well, he just took it to a whole new level. Welcome to Everbrook where you’re never unsatisfied because there’s always a slave to suck your dick.”

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No, no, no she might have been acting childish, but she did indeed want to go out. She might not have been as distraught as she was earlier but she felt like this place was sapping everything good out of her. She wanted– no she needed to be surrounded by the delicate songs only birds could weave, and feel the sun warm her down to her marrow while it bleached her hair to a golden hue. The thought he might actually leave her down there after giving her an offer to go outside made her breath stutter and the corners of her mouth turn down. Scrambling to her feet, she clumsily put herself in front of him, nearly throwing herself against the bars in her haste. “No, no, no– I want to go outside– I’ll be pleasant, I won’t even speak it pleases you– o-or I’ll answer any questions you may have…” Eventually her rambling just turned into a jumbled, indiscernible mess of promises to behave.

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“Damn.” He took a step back when she threw herself between him and the bars.

Was there an inner smirk somewhere deep down? Yes there was. Did it show on his face? Not at all. 

“Okay. Okay. Relax girl. Relax.” 

Then he took deliberate steps right up to her and let his eyes roam around her face and then down her frame. He reached right out and played with a lock of her golden hair before reaching up with a second and smoothed over it on both sides, like he was fixing it, making it pretty again. She had just woken up on a nasty floor after all. But, there was definitely judgement, a sizing up, now that she had stood, an objectification in his eyes. There wasn’t nearly enough skin on display for him to enjoy.

“You know what would really please me?” He asked as he let a finger trail over her collar bone from there. “Getting you cleaned up first. We’ll get you something pretty to wear, so you can feel so much better for that walk. Come on, love.” 

He took her hand too, didn’t wait. He opened the door when he had a hold of her. He had every intention of cleaning this one up, hosing her off, and dressing her exactly how he wanted her, skimpy, and pretty, and soft, and sheer, so every curve of that angelic skin was there for him to see and far easier to touch. Bandit liked a display, a show. He wanted to meet more of the angel’s mind sure, but her skin was a little distractive. 

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Aviary. As in one huge cage? More trapped creatures,and no chance of her flying away? She silently carded her fingers through her hair in frustration. Glad that her back was to the man, she glared at nothing in particularly as if it would change her situation. She thought about saying no just to be spiteful but knew she would only be hurting herself with that response. She wanted to get out of this cell and go outside, or as close to the outside world as she could. She had probably only been in this cell a couple hours but the dreariness of it had already had her craving to feel the sun on her skin. 

“Yes I would like that, than again most anywhere else would seem luxurious compared to this cell.”

[bandit-beale-blog]

“You don’t have to.” He could sense the irritance in her tone and body language. “The only way to get all the way outside is to have someone claim you, just so you know for future reference.  That’s how it works here. Even I’m not above the magic barriers of this place. It would stop us before we left the building unless there was a claim.” He shrugged. “And as much as I’d love to claim you just to take you for a walk in the real world, I actually like for who I claim to like me back.” He sighed. “I know you’re frustrated. But, just so you know, even the masters here were brought here like you out of nowhere and whisked away from their lives. They were just the lucky ones who weren’t thrown in a cell. Sorry about your luck and all, but I am trying here.” He sighed lightly and stood back up. 

“Anyway, I’m going for a walk now. You can come if you want. But, I’m really not in the mood for depressing company right now.” Somewhere in the middle of this Bandit lost momentum. He saw so much to be gained and learned here. But, she had just woken up to being a slave. He knew she had every right to have an adjustment period and wish to escape. It seemed natural. He just really wanted to get to know her beyond this stupid Everbrook place, and it seemed that the very place that caused them to meet at all would be the very reason it was hard to get to know her.