heartbeat of nations

how are nations built and how do they fall? for they are only the constructs of a broken man in need of guidance. indie rp greek mythology based young god of strategy written by ℂℎelsǝa

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( heliixs. )

Her brows scrunch at his words, she’s actually quite surprised that he’s speaking at all. And that her mother is letting him speak, especially so much. She frowns, glancing down at her hands, steadying their trembling by grabbing onto the waist-part of the cloth. If Zoe didn’t have as much self control as she does, she’d definitely be crying– and it sure is hard not to. For herself, and for him. But she knows he has it worse, and that’s what gets her emotions to settle.

With a plan in mind, she leans forward enough that where her mother is standing, she won’t really be able to see much of where her hands go.  Her hands do slip down, but they stay simply at his hips. To her mother it looks like they’re.. somewhere else. She hums her satisfaction- and Zoe sighs with relief, but doesn’t move her hands until directed.

She mouths a silent : ‘I’m sorry’.

The most surprising thing, is the way that the young lady doesn’t touch him. It is... more consideration than he has ever been given since becoming a slave and... It may be the kindest thing anyone has done for him in a long time. Anyone else would have just chosen to touch him rather than dare face her mother’s wrath. When she apologizes, he only nods just the smallest of amounts. 

“Good.” Rae pulls Zoe up and out of her seat, pushing her towards the door. “Go wait in the sitting room. We have other things to attend to once I am finished here and I do not want to have to find you again.” She motions for Alexis to stand and he does, already making his way to the bed in preparation for what he knows she wants. The one thing in the world he could possibly do without for all of eternity after the way she uses him.

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( heliixs. )

Ah, MystCon. where Zoe gets to meet her real friends, and see all her old real friend as well. Ever since the con started, she’s here every year, even the first one. She’s strolling happily until a large thing almost topples her over.

“No, it’s.. cool. I’m used to it. Not in your line of sight and all.” She almost sighs, this is such a norm at these cons, you think she’d be used to it. Her gaze travels up to him, taking in everything, from his badge, to what’s written on it, to his face. “You–”

Her face is suddenly wiped of a smile, one of anger replacing it. “You son of a– YOU A- HOLE!” This little…crap of a boy, and his stupid clan. Hers always kicks their butt– in retaliation, they get all butthurt.

“Woah woah woah!” He throws his hands up, taking a step back. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to run into you! I got distracted by expansion packs!” He’s seriously confused, and it shows all over his face. Why the hell is she jumping all over him like this? One moment she’s totally ok and then the other she’s practiacally screaming at him and he’s really not sure what’s going on...

“Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you or anything did I?” It doesn’t even cross his mind that she might know him from online, despite the fact that they’re at a con and standing in front of the WoW tent.

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( heliixs. )

Zoe winces at her mother’s hand to the back of her head, and she’s terribly embarrassed to be hit by her mother in front of a slave. And… she’s not sure why. But in a way, she’s actually relieved that it’s her and not one of them. Her hands are actually shaking, and she feels so very sick.

Yet, her hands move lower, and she doesn’t take her eyes off him. Just tries to meet his gaze through the whole thing- to show how how awful she feels about it. Her hands rest flat on his abdomen, fingers spread, but the touch is soft, gentle.

Her mother practically coos next to her with approval. “Much better,” her gaze flicks over them .”But certainly not acceptable for today. Just a little more, darling.” How condescending. “Encourage her, boy.” 

“Please, I don’t want you to get in trouble again.” He barely opens his mouth to speak, wanting the words to only be heard by her. Reaching up, he carefully guides her hands downward more. “I’m yours to touch as you wish my lady.” That part is spoken aloud. “Everywhere you wish.” Her mother certainly had, and he’s finding himself not minding her gentle touch. She’s reluctant, and perhaps that is the only thing that makes him so very willing.

Beside them the Lady makes a pleased noise. “See, the boy knows his place. It is time you learned yours Zoe.” With Alexis’ help, Zoe’s hands move all the way down to his loincloth before he lets go.

“Hands inside.” Zoe’s mother’s voice is harsh.

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( heliixs. )

“You have got to be kidding me!” She slams her fists hard on the keys of her computer, causing the soda on her desk to go spilling over the edge of the class.

“Hello, I have ears, stop bangin’ ‘round!” Zoe just scowls at the computer screen, even though they can’t even see her, just hear…her very loud banging. It was a habit that they all seem to be incapable to get used to. Then they speak again. “You going to the con this weekend?”

“Yes,” she breathes into her mic, along with a chorus of other yes’s. There’s a round of ‘goodnight’s and she shuts down her computer. How annoying, they never beat them. Ever.

If you were to ask Alexis what he looked forward to most all year, then it would definitely be this. Con. It’s only the best thing ever. There’s nothing quite like being surrounded by people who love all the same things that you do.

MystCon is one of the largest gamer cons in the country, and he makes a beeline for the WoW booth. The really massive WoW booth. Accidentally bumping into this really tiny girl, he reaches out to steady her. 

“Oh! Shit sorry!” He has his clan badge on his lanyard, with his mage status clearly listed on it. It makes it a whole lot easier to find friends. And enemies.

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( heliixs. )

Days later, and nothing is better. In fact, it’s ten times worse than the first day the slaves got here. Especially for the boy. She hates to complain, especially in comparison to them, but it’s pretty awful for her too. The only good thing about all of this, is she hasn’t yet touched the boy like her mother wants her to. And boy does her mother have plans for that today. Rae has the boy sent to her chambers, and calls Zoe down as well. Sits the both down, giving them a stern look.

“My daughter, seems to have an issue. I am going to resolve it.” Oh, how lovely… “Zoe, turn– face him.” She does as she’s told. “Now touch him.”

Instead of that, she just… stares at him. This is it, isn’t it? Her worst fear this week, brought to life. Zoe can’t even apologize as she reaches up to run her fingers over his face. Any lower and she might just upchuck her lunch.

Alexis has slowly but surely been given less and less clothing. This morning he got up only to be given just a loincloth to wear. And he can feel the Lady’s eyes on him constantly. But her daughter... Her daughter hardly looks at him, much less touches him as her mother wants her to. It’s... relieving actually.

Until today at least. He sits, face blank and body completely still as the younger Lady’s fingers trail across his face. It’s... different. Most are only interested in him for his body or his cock. 

Her mother frowns, reaching out to hit the back of Zoe’s head. “Lower. Touch his body not his face.” It’s the first time Alexis’ expression actually changes, a slight frown on his face. He’s seen slaves hit thousands of times, but ladies... are not usually to be hit.

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( heliixs. )

“Dude you need to get back in here we’re getting slaughtered again!” Alexis dashes through the house, dumping food into the cat’s bowl before racing back to his computer.

“Sorry sorry I’m back what’s happening?”

“It’s that other clan, the one that always gives us shit. You picked a really terrible time to go afk dude.” Alexis launches back into the fight, assisting where he can and casting several spells to help protect all of them from attack. In the end they win, Alexis grinning as he watches the other clan limp away from the battle. Or at least what’s left of the other clan.

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( heliixs. )

Zoe gives him a sharp look, but one that is quite different than her mother’s if you look closely. She’s more resentful that he said that– if he had said nothing, maybe she would get off the hook (who is she kidding, her mother will have her head). Very abruptly, she stands. Yet, she still has to look up very far to meet his gaze– or try to meet his gaze. Her hands are just.. inches from his torso.. she has to right? But, she just… can’t bring herself to do it. No matter how much she thinks about the severity of her mother’s reign of terror later on.

She pulls her  hands away, as if she’s been scorched. “I can not.” Picking up her dress, she makes a beeline for the hall, despite her mother’s angry protests. Zoe doesn’t go very far, just down the hall to lean against the cool wall. Awful. She feels awful.

He watches as the girl flees, looking after her for a long time. Or at least what feels like a long time. A sharp cry of ‘boy!’ draws his attention back, and he is quick to return to serving her mother. Of course, before he can do anything she reaches up and grabs his face, pulling it down to her level. “You are lucky I do not have you beaten for speaking.” Shoving him back, he takes just barely a moment to recover before returning to his duties. Once she has had her fill of food she has him follow her to the gardens and shade her from the sun.

“Boy, where are you from?” He frowns at the question, but answers.

“Virelik, my lady.” That earns him an eyebrow raise.

“Oh really? How exciting. That makes you a captured noble, doesn’t it?” He just nods, not wanting to push his luck by speaking again. Or to give away too much.

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( heliixs. )

“Yes, but..” She makes a small strangled noise at the request. Her mother couldn’t be serious– Zoe.. she can’t..just… This isn’t right. But now she has to stare at this half-naked boy and make a choice. Does she obey her mother, and make him feel awful? Or does she disobey, accepting the suffering she will endure later? Glancing all the way up, she tries hard to meet his gaze, and i the end she decides to disobey. “No,” she shakes her head, hands in her lap. “I can not- I will not.” 

Her mother makes an exasperated noise, banging her fist hard on the table. Zoe flinches. “Now, Zoe Renne!” Zoe just shakes her head again. She just, can’t.

Alexis... is not expecting the girl to refuse. He really isn’t, because... well because they never refuse. They never treat him like a person. Like his mother said, he’s just property and they can do with him as they please. He’s... more than just a little grateful, but... a sharp look from the mistress of the house tells him exactly what he’s supposed to do next. And so opening his mouth just a little, he speaks.

“It is all right. I do not mind.” A lie, but one he tells well. Voice deep and accent... surely sounding thick to their ears. Giving himself away as a foreigner. He knows it will only make him more valuable to the lady.

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( heliixs. )

The first real day for the servants is always the worst, and Zoe knows that just from observation. Which is why her mother doesn’t let her sleep in like she wants to. Every time they get new ones, she just feels… almost sick about it. And it takes a few days, but she gets used to it, and it’s not so bad. So, for now, she just has to struggle with the gross feeling sitting in her stomach. Zoe and her mother are dressed in no time - her mother looking much more skimpy than usual - especially compare to how covered her daughter is. Yet, the girl has no problems with that. She sees how men ogle at her, and woman scowl at her. It’s not something Zoe wants.

When they’re seated, and eating, Zoe makes it her mission to push her food around her plate enough that it looks like she’s eating. Every once in awhile she glances up to see her mother’s wandering hands, which brings back her sympathetic look.

“Mother,” Rae raises a brow at her daughter as she speaks. “We are eating, perhaps you should.. quit your hands, yes?” Oh that doesn’t bode too well with her mother, and she shows it in her face. Crap.

The lady frowns at her daughter, and he finds himself pulled closer to her. “Zoe, this is my property. A gift to me. And I can do to him as I please.” She runs her hand down his chest and then into his loincloth, and he works hard to keep his face steady. But things like that will never not be uncomfortable. “He’s very handsome you know..” She pulls back, turning to face Zoe. “Boy, go to my daughter. I want her to touch you.” Alexis does as he’s bid, setting down the pitcher of fruit juice before going to stand by the young lady. The one that is clearly uncomfortable with this whole situation. “Zoe.” Rae says her daughter’s name like a command, gesturing towards Alexis. He looks down at the floor, arms at his sides and waiting. It’s not as if he had any other choice.

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( heliixs. )

All is pretty normal, and Zoe is watching intently. Because, this will one day be her job, right? As much as she hates the idea, there’s really nothing she can do about it. Especially not if the job is handed down to her through her mother of all people. The girls’ part is pretty clean, despite how scared they all may look (rightfully so, her mother is a scary woman). Then it comes to to boy, and her mother is being none too gentle with him. She expects it to stop at just the tunic, but.. she’s horribly wrong. 

As soon as the rest of him is revealed, Zoe lets out a sharp gasp, her gaze quickly flicking to her lap before she can see anything. Despite her mother’s cruelty, Zoe respects people’s privacy, and having a front row seat to this poor boy’s nudity is not respectful. She cringes at her mother’s words, and cringes even more when her mother comes to grab her arm, dragging her off as she grumbles about how annoyed she is with her daughter. How she was supposed to be paying attention– and how bad Zoe made her look by expressing her distaste.

Yet, as she does, she looks over her shoulder, expressing her sympathy to the three in just her facial expression.

Alexis only risks looking up once they’re almost out of the room, catching the girl’s gaze. It... confuses him, seeing the sympathy and apology there. It’s different. He’s not used to it. To most of these women he’s just... and object. A toy to play with. Pulling back on his loincloth and tunic, he follows the house man to his new quarters. And if he didn’t already know what his fate was going to be, he’s taken to a private room just down the hall. Given clothes that... don’t leave much to the imagination. But that doesn’t stop him from immediately going to the bed and collapsing onto it. They’ve removed the chains but not the manacles, something that also doesn’t bode well. This household is one that beats their slaves.

The next morning he’s up with the sun, and is quickly checked over before being taken to the Lady’s antechamber. He’s told to serve her breakfast, along with her daughter. The younger lady he saw the day before. It’s a few hours before they arrive, Alexis waiting quietly and patiently. Of course, the Lady wastes little time in touching him at every moment possible.

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( heliixs. )

Rae has been playing with Zoe’s hair and clothes for too long, toying with them both with distaste. But not once does she ask her to change, or fix them herself. It’s almost like she’s looking for something to nitpick. Thankfully it’s interrupted when there’s a loud noise from the knocker on her mother’s two door entrance. She frowns as her mother finally drops her hair, gliding her way over to the door.

“I want you to sit on that chair outside this door, I want you to listen, look, and pay attention. Do you understand me?” Zoe just nods at her mother’s words.

So when the door opens, Zoe takes her position in the chair. It’s…odd to look up and see them all standing there, and looking so…solemn. So, she tries not to look directly at one for too long.

Alexis is the last one to enter the room, going where he’s directed and keeping his head down. Standing there, he waits patiently for the no doubt rough handling to come. The two girls beside him are first, the elegant lady checking everything from their teeth to their maidenhead. The younger of the two bites her lip to keep the tears at bay, the older simply standing as directed. Broken. Then it is his turn, his tunic quickly removed and cast aside. He tries not to shiver at the way she touches him, admiring his youthful build and musculature. It’s when she pulls away his loincloth that he knows what his fate is to be in this house, her sigh of approval more than enough information.

The two girls are given their jobs, one as a maid and the other to the kitchens. And then it’s his turn. “This one will be my manservant.” She gives him one last look over before turning away. “Make sure he is properly attired and shown his duties. I will not have him making mistakes tomorrow.”

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Alexis stares at the  beautiful  white  house  with  trepidation, hands holding tight to the  chains connected to the manacles around his wrists. His last owners had been terrible, so what made him think that this would be any better? No, he learned three  houses  ago  that  there  was  no such thing as “better,” only a different kind of terrible. His only hope is that they feed him and let him keep his clothes on.

Taken into the house through the  servant’s  entrance,  he and the   other   two   new   purchases   are   quickly  stripped  and cleaned. They’re given new clothes and told that they are gifts for the new lady of the house.  Which  is  exactly why they are sent to stand and wait  in  the  hallway  outside  her  chambers. To be properly inspected by her and given their duties.

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sleep sentence starters 💤

"*yawn* I'm not tired I swear..."

"I'm too tired for this shit."

"Would you get mad if I fell asleep on you? You're so comfy.."

"You can take a nap on me if you want."

*wiggles around while dreaming like a sleeping puppy*

"I just had the weirdest dream... and you were in it!"

"My snoring's not that bad..."

"I do not snore!"

"Do I really snore?"

"I'm trying to sleep here!"

"That doesn't look like a very comfortable place to sleep."

*yawn*

"I do not drool when I sleep!"

"Do I really drool when I sleep?"

"If you do the cold water prank on me while I'm sleeping I'll kill you."

"If you do the whipped cream and feather prank on me while I'm sleeping you're dead to me."

*sleepy mumbling noises*

"Do I really talk in my sleep?"

"Do I say anything interesting when I talk in my sleep?"

"Have a nice nap?"

"Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite."

"Want me to sing you a lullaby?"

"Having trouble sleeping?"

"You can sleep in my bed if you want."

"Your snoring kept me up all night."

"Go to sleep already..."

"You were crying in your sleep... is everything alright?"

"Bad dreams again?"

"Not another nightmare is it?"

"You look exhausted, you should get some sleep."

*draws mustache on you while you sleep*

"You woke me up... I was having a nice nap too..."

"I wanna go back to bed..."

"Wh-? I jus' woke up..."

"You sleep too much."

"You don't sleep enough"

"You look so cute when you're asleep. So peaceful."

"Sometimes I watch you sleep."

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Things nobody asked for: Alexis & Zoe

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Alexis frowns at the menu as if glaring at it would make something appear that he actually wanted to eat. But all the choices stayed pretty much the same.

    “This is all pretty much just lettuce.”