Call me Sascha

Please don't touch the dog. He's working.

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First Times [Sascha & Jayde]{TL}

[jaydexmartinique-deactivated202]

Greeting the man’s companion with a gentle smile, he nodded his head in due respects of the working dog before removing his hand and placing the token upon the table. Had he known, he would have been prepared for the gentle bloom of aroma. Lilies were placed at the farthest end of the table before he’d make sure to tell him. “I brought you, ehm, flowers Monsieur.” He’d slowly trek off to recovering something that suited his needs before famine and dehydration set in. A nice big bowl of creamy tomato sauce with hearty meat balls and a personal loaf of cheesy bread. If there was one thing Jayde adored about the cafeteria, it was their large selection of pasta. He slowly inched in, setting his cup of water nearest the flowers and made sure not to accidentally bump the table. “Ehm, excusez-moi, Monsieur…but if you have any questions, I’m willing to answer them.” He’d slowly break the meatballs into smaller bite sized portions so he could ream the pasta strings about his fork and nibble on them. “I mean…I asked to meet you so you could get to know me a little better and so I don’t feel completely…awkward with you.”  

[saschaseverin]

The scent of the flowers hit him right as the young man's heavily-accented voice announced their presence, and Sascha smiled as he listened to the sounds of Jayde's squeaking footsteps walking away from the table. Reaching down to his left, he gave Murdock a reassuring pat and picked up his fork to start in on the still steaming plate of chicken fettuccine alfredo. Soon enough the footsteps returned, and Sascha tipped his head in Jayde's direction as the young man settled himself at the table and resumed speaking. "Those are very good reasons, I think. I hope you'll come to feel comfortable with me soon. I think the first thing I'd like to address is your hard limits. Is there anything you absolutely cannot do in the context of a scene?"

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First Times [Sascha & Jayde]{TL}

Nervousness and anxiety, two feelings the surged through him and they were the ones causing him to mumble minor thoughts under his breath. His eyes dropped to the ground. Fingers fumbling in his jacket pocket- used to shield him from the droplets of moisture from the day’s downfall. His tongue flicked, licking over his lips to wet the drying, tender pout. He was in need of water but he’d soon get his glass. Soft patters of his loafers could be distinguished a considerable distance. Not only that, but the water squeaked. Making sure he followed instructions, he’d navigate the cafeteria’s floor as if it were molten lava..only deterring if necessary. He saw the canine first and soon he’d approach the obviously larger male. “Oh.” He’d whisper to himself as a closed fist covered his mouth with the other; sort of, shielding. He swallowed allowing his tongue to whip across his teeth before speaking. “Escusez-moi, Monsieur! I believe I am here for dinner with you. I am, ehm, Jayde.” He wasn’t certain if he should have touched him but he was rather- feely. Jayde placed a very soft, tender hand to the back of his. The size difference paling in comparison. “May I go get my food?” 

[saschaseverin]

Sascha had made sure to arrive in the cafeteria well in advance of the meeting time, establishing himself and Murdock at their customary table before making his way to the kitchen. He'd befriended several members of the waitstaff shortly after arriving, and it took only a few moments to put together a plate and return to the table. Right on the dot of seven, the squeaking sound of freshly wet loafers announced the arrival of someone who was most likely the young man he was here to meet, and Sascha did his best to smile as he was approached. "Oui bien sûr, aller de l'avant," he replied, forgetting for a moment that the submissive had requested to be spoken to in English. "I'm sorry, of course you may. I'm Sascha, and it's a pleasure to met you. This is Murdock," with a gesture to the dog sitting quietly by his side, "and he prefers not to be touched while he's wearing his harness."

[jaydexmartinique-deactivated202]

Oui. Makes sense, I think. Well, I will try to be as presentable as possible. It was raining and I got caught in it so, I’ll take a really quick bathe. 

[saschaseverin]

Don't rush yourself, you've got plenty of time. I'll be sitting in the northeast corner, on your left as you come into the cafeteria. I hope you don't mind, but I'll have my dog Murdock with me.

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Sometimes the world we see fails us. It requires more connection and you being blind isn’t something that’s very important. A hurdle but not a very big one. I think that what you feel is beautiful. I..forgive me if I fail understanding but I wouldn’t have thought differently, genuinely. I, ehm, you can close your eyes and still feel emotions. That’s all that counts. 

[saschaseverin]

I think it would be harder for me if I had ever been able to see. Since this is all I've ever known, I don't much feel the loss. No, I think I understand what you mean. I can't see, but I can feel both literally and figuratively, and that matters more. 

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You have a point, Monsieur. Have you not been? You must go when you travel home. I am afraid that boring is me. I just…I don’t know. I’m boring. I like flowers and light strings. I wish I could explain it. 

[saschaseverin]

I have been--I think I have neglected to mention the fact that I am blind, and therefore can only appreciate the sound of the falls, not the sight of them. It seems to me that you like pretty things, and there's nothing wrong or boring about that.

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I’ve been only to Canada  to see Niagra Falls from the more beautiful side of it, in my opinion. I…sorry I am more, how do you say, boring.

[saschaseverin]

They do say the Canadian side is more beautiful, but the water sounds the same from both sides, so it doesn't much matter to me. I wouldn't say that--I'd never been outside Canada before coming here, and it takes a lot more than that to make a person boring.

[jaydexmartinique-deactivated202]

It’s some little girl. I am unfamiliar. So you’re not American? Where are you from? 

[saschaseverin]

I'm from Canada.

[jaydexmartinique-deactivated202]

I grew up in an orphanage/boarding school. She was our overseer. Kind of like, ehm, what is the American popular child…Madeline? 

[saschaseverin]

Ah, that makes sense. I'm not American either, but I think I might have heard the name before. 

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Cafeteria is nice. I mean..I can find that. I think. I think everyone intimidates no matter how much I try not to be. Five parents? Wow. Sounds cool. I had only an overseer who was a nun so she saw me develop throughout my stages after I was huit. 

[saschaseverin]

Alright, excellent. I'll meet you there at seven. An overseer? I don't think I quite understand.

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Ahh. Oh oui. Sounds like it would’ve been nice to experience. The home where I ended up at enforced French with only little English. But, none of that matters. I am in a place with so many intimidatingly pretty people that mainly use English. So I should fit in to not stick out. May we discuss after dinner at dinner? And where would I meet you…I still get lost. 

[saschaseverin]

It was pleasant--having five parents made things interesting at times, but it was nice always having someone to talk to. Is that so? I hope I don't intimidate you too much, then. Certainly. Can you find your way to the cafeteria? I haven't really been around the submissive dormitories much, and I'd hate to get lost on my way to get you.

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Le dîner est tres bien, Monsieur. Oui. English would’ve been my third but parents never taught German. Je…I’m trying to get better at it. Most people don’t understand French very well. 

[saschaseverin]

I understand. French is my second language, but I learned when I was very young and I lived in a place where both French and English are used commonly, so it wasn't terribly difficult. Would you like to meet me at seven for dinner? We can go back to my room afterwards if you'd like, or I can escort you back to yours.

[jaydexmartinique-deactivated202]

Je ne me dérangerait pas d’être votre partenaire mais je suis timide. Je ne suis pas tres réfléchi de cette “demo”. Peut-être que nous devrions rencontrer avant la date afin que nous puissions mettre à l’aise avec l’autre.

Oh, and may we ehm…speak English from times?

[saschaseverin]

Ce est normal d'être nerveux. Oui, ce est une excellente idée - peut-être vous aimeriez avoir dîner ce soir?

Of course. I take it English is your second language?

[jaydexmartinique-deactivated202]

Demo partner? What is tha—oh. Forgive me, Monsieur. Surely you have a partner already.

[saschaseverin]

Parlez-vous français, alors? Quelle agréable surprise. Non, je ne ai pas encore trouver un partenaire - peut-être vous souhaitez faire du bénévolat?

[saschaseverin]

I suppose I should get to work on finding a demo partner. Let's find out who's willing to trust the blind guy. Any takers?

[saschaseverin]

Lazy Sunday || Open F2F

Of all the places he'd been since arriving at Orenda, the beach was without a doubt Sascha's favorite. It became routine for him and Murdock, whenever possible, to lock up the room and make their way down to the ocean for a good few hours of peace and solitude that were only rarely interrupted. There was a shady spot tucked away in a secluded turn of the shore that they both loved, and Sascha would bring earbuds for his phone and listen to music while Murdock roamed the sand nearby. This particular day was like any other, and the gentle approach of evening found the two of them settling into their usual places--Sascha on a blanket at the grassy edge of the sand and Murdock wandering free of his leash in a now familiar space. Leaning back with a satisfied sigh, Sascha pressed play and let the sound wash over him, unaware of the figure approaching from further down the shore.

[saschaseverin]

I think

[the-lydia-lane-blog]

That sounds positively tedious. You think technology would ought to be able to handle that a little more efficiently, yes?

You’re awfully cryptic, darling. Murdock is?

[saschaseverin]

One would hope, but unfortunately...

Murdock is my dog. I wasn't sure at first whether I'd be allowed to bring him, but the administrators approved it after a bit of discussion.

[sterling-cook]

Are you hiding with Murdock, Sir?

[saschaseverin]

I suppose you could call it that, yes.