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@borgiashq
aaah im so sad to see this group go on hiatus since i’m really enjoying it here as well as writing with you guys. but anyways, if anyone would like to continue to write here or over indie, my inbox is always open! or you can message me over discord at freyfray#4676 xx
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ilanreyes:
“I did paint a bit of everything, usually went for oil paints, but if I did painted something bigger, then I just went for actual house paints. You know, those pig cans of paint. Those were also my doom, you know”. he chuckled, ”The paint where I slipped was a spilled out bucket of blue paint. I think it was like sky blue one. What irony..” He shook his head a bit, but he still looked rather amused as he thought back to the piece he had been painting. “But the stuff I painted, it was pretty much anything I just felt like painting. Scenery, people, splashes of color, just random stuff I came up with.. I never really stayed in one medium. But I loved it.” The smile on his lips softened and in a way certain kind of sadness shaded it. “I do miss it. The feeling of holding the brush, the smell of the paints, using my fingers to spread the paint, being in that creative space where painting takes me.. You know, when I’m awake, just laying on the floor of the pitch black cell I imagine that I’m painting. Of course it’s not the same thing, but it makes the time go faster.“
“Well, surely some situation would’ve been easier if I would’ve hid who I liked, but I’d be lying to myself if I’d do that, so I was just out all proudly with the person I liked. I mean, I’ve always liked both men and woman, and sometimes that just caused problems.” Of course it wasn’t as bad as it was to those who were older than him, but it surely hadn’t been easy for him either. Although Ilan did have a feeling things hadn’t been easy for Delilah either, but he didn’t go prying why it had been hard for her. Especially when love had its odd ways and sometimes it was hard, no matter what the situation was. The smile lit on his face again when she started teasing him. “Oi. Fifty?? I know my bear grows fast, but come on.” He laughed a bit. “I’m actually forty. Turned forty like 1,5 months before I died. How old were you? Twenty… five?” It really was just a guess, but Ilan was quite sure she was twenty something, not quite twenty, but surely not too close to thirty. So a safe bet was right in the middle.
" you were painting a house when you died? i thought you were creating your masterpiece or something that would have been more--grand. like the new mona lisa, " the mistress teased with an amused scoff as she made vague gestures with her hands as to what she meant. though she could definitely see the irony in slipping in a sky blue paint. even if it sounded quite amusing now, she doesn't think it did back then to him. at least, he was able to talk about it in such a lighthearted fashion now. the brunette couldn't help but wonder if there would ever come a time wherein she would be able to do the same. perhaps, given a century later, she would just laugh at her own predicament as well. delilah listened to him thoughtfully as he talked about his love for painting, the way his lips tugged into a smile definitely shown that it was truly his passion. but if one looked closer, the would be able to see the sadness hidden behind that smile. and perhaps, it was brought about by her question if he missed it. " i'm not that creative myself when it comes to that, but would you like to go painting tomorrow? you'd have a full 24-hr out of the cells if i'm not mistaken, so i can take you to get some materials and you can decorate a room in my house? or we can get you a canvas and an easel? " she offered genuinely, hoping that it would at least alleviate his longing to paint even if it's just for a day.
when he revealed his preference for both men and women, she couldn't help but comment, " not everyone was so accepting back in the days-- " if that's what he meant. even now, they still face a lot of discrimination. however, she wished it was that easy for her to own up to whom she loves. not to say that those people had it easy, but at least, some people are more accepting now. but she didn't really want to think about that, not when it was only bringing her spirits more down than they already are. with a lopsided grin playing on her lips, she feigned surprised when he said that he wasn't fifty. " you're not fifty? i could swear you looked like you are just a few years shy away from my father's age-- " the teasing was obvious in her tone, nodding her head when he said that he's just forty. when he took a guess on her age, she raised a quizzical brow at him and shook her head. " you're not that good--who told you? "
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[My mom] proceeded to tell me ‘you need to accept the quirky things that make you different and what make you beautiful. It’s the things that make you stand out that make you unique and allow people to appreciate that.’
ilanreyes:
borgiashq:
honestly, she would have understood if he wanted to find someone more interesting to stay with, which is why she said that out loud. she was only a mistress by name after all and even during the days when she wasn’t having a bad day, she couldn’t really give them what they want. so, when ilan halted in his steps, delilah did the same. tilting her head upwards to look at him with soft amber hues when he brushed his thumb gently against her cheek, a genuine smile touched her lips at his words. shaking her head a little at the sheer ridiculousness of his joke, she pushed on his shoulder playfully, “ i’m not gonna kick you down the stairs–maybe just push you a little. ” it was obvious that she didn’t mean it either, but it did earn a chuckle from the mistress.
holding onto his hand as she let him take the lead, the second floor was just as huge as the first one. the hallway seemed to never end until they stopped on a door. waiting for someone to respond as he knocked, she moved closer to him just in case the room was already occupied. but as no one answered, they let themselves in to find that it was actually a supply closet. it wasn’t that huge, but it would fit the two of them enough without it being too cramped. when he locked the door behind them, she felt herself suddenly getting a little nervous. she knew that ilan was nothing like caleb, but she was still pretty traumatized from their last encounter that the mistress was a little iffy about being in a locked space with someone she hasn’t known for a long time. though she trusted him enough to take him as a date, she couldn’t stop being a little anxious. when he gestured for her to take a seat on the makeshift stool, the brunette hiked up the skirt of her dress as she lowered herself down to sit. humming in agreement, she averted her eyes from him as she replied, “ yeah–it’s nice. thank you for being so patient with me. ”
as the two of them stayed inside the supply closet, delilah found herself reminiscing a little of her high school days. “ i remember hiding in a closet before, but it was definitely less innocent than this, ” she noted with a chuckle as she recalled some fond memories.
If Delilah would’ve just said that locking the door made her feel anxious Ilan would’ve left it open, even if it’d mean someone could come and interrupt their little moment of peace. But since she didn’t word it out, how could’ve he known about it? So Ilan was just all fine sitting on the floor on the other side of the closet, his legs straight, just passing the hem of Delilah’s dress.
“Don’t worry about it. A painter has to be patient, otherwise you’d never get any painting done. If you are being impatient and won’t let the paint dry between the layers you’re just going to get canvas that’s just few different shades of brown and nothing else.” Creating just piles of brown art didn’t really make you an artist, at least not in Ilan’s eyes. Although in Ilan’s eyes a lot of suprematism painters weren’t really painters either – anyone could paint a white canvas white and add a black square in the middle.
As Delilah mentioned high school days, Ilan chuckled a bit and looked around them. “It has been quite a while when I had my high school days. Or had the need to hide from other’s eyes to steal a kiss from the person I liked.” His eyes settled on Delilah and a grin spread on his lips. “I’m old, you know. Almost ancient.”
“ what kind of stuff do you paint? i’ve tried painting before but all i created was a bunch of smudged colors overlapping each other, “ delilah chimed in with a little chuckle. her mother was surely disappointed at that, trying to get her into painting classes and finding out that she didn’t exactly have the skill for it. “ do you miss it? painting? “ inquired the brunette as she placed her hands on top of her lap, leaning forward a little; she was pretty sure that the slaves weren’t given materials to pursue their art in this place.
“ that must be nice—not having to hide who you like. “ unlike hers wherein everything they did were pretty much stolen kisses and longing glances. they were never able to display their growing affections in front of other people, not without being judged. rolling her eyes fondly at his comment about being ancient, lilah piped in playfully, “ i doubt you’re that old. you don’t look a day past fifty. “ she noted in jest. if she had to take a guess, she would say that he’s probably in his mid-thirties to early forties. but that doesn’t mean he was any less attractive.
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“ i know that, ” she remarked sharply even if she didn’t mean to use that tone on him. but the brunette simply didn’t need that cold harsh truth to be rubbed on her face. waking up everyday in her position is already a reminder enough that this was their eternal torment. that they were reaping the seeds that they’ve sowed while they were still alive. all the lies and bloodshed–they all led to this. downing the glass of bubbly liquid in one swig, she set it down the table once more before crossing her arms together. there was no way she would be able to survive this party without any alcohol in her system.
christian was right. it seemed like they both got lucky tonight with their dates, but the question he didn’t dare finish had her raising her brow at him. “ is he what? ” she questioned with a slight tilt of her head as she had a vague idea of what he might be talking about. but even before he could actually reply, she was already listing down the options of where that inquiry could be leading to. “ the slave i’ve been spending my lonely nights with? the slave i’ve been sleeping with? the slave i’ve been fucking? ” the brunette suggested defensively, her thick brows narrowing a little at the insinuation. why was she being so defensive? it’s not like she hasn’t partaken in some debauchery in this place. though compared to other masters, she has only been with a few people and fewer slaves at that. shaking her head before her brother even gets the wrong idea, she supplied, “ but no. he’s a friend. ” or at least, that’s how she considered him to be for now.
Delilah’s tone caught him off guard, causing his brows to furrow slightly. In moments of concern or even inadequacy Christian’s words could come across as lecturing, which is the intent Delilah most likely assumed. For a few moments he remained silent, watching her down a glass of champagne like she had an overwhelming sense of thirst. Was she that upset by his remark? As to not make a scene Christian didn’t hurl more questions at her concerning her date. Although his jealousy remained even after her assurance of only friendship, he had to dial down his feelings given his social status in hell.
With light azure hues still fixed on his sister he asked, “Are we no longer friends?” His voice almost quivered but he bit into his bottom lip to halt it. Picking up one of the glasses he poured, he brought it to his lips and immediately downed all of its contents. He had almost forgotten how good alcohol felt gracing his taste buds and trickling down his throat and into his stomach to give it a sense of warmth. Tonight he’d make sure he overindulged as much as possible, not knowing when the occasion would present itself again.
the shakiness of his voice took her aback, moreso than the question thrown at her. she didn’t mean to snap at him once more, but everytime they see each other, that’s all she seemed to be doing. seeing him here has threw her off balance, not knowing how to act anymore around him. what felt so natural before was filled with unease at the moment and she loathed it. delilah just wanted things to go back the way there were between the two of them. when he downed the contents of the glass just like she did, she suddenly felt guilty with the way she was acting. between the two of them, he certainly had it worse. the mistress didn’t even want to think of the things they could have done to him while he was down the basement.
“ you know we’re more than that. you’re my brother, “ delilah replied, her amber hues piercing through his own with a heavy sigh falling from her lips. and my lover. she wanted to add as well, but the words were caught at the tip of her tongue. biting on her lower lip as she gazed at him through her curled lashes, she murmured, “ i’m sorry. i’m still just trying to process everything. “ there was an obvious melancholy to her tone, but she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out to touch him subtly. just her pinky finger curling around his own as a soft smile appeared on her lips.
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