Sugar and Spice
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maderrA story of the Holy Empire of Havarin. Prologue only. Pardon any errors. This is now being put away 'til I finish other stuffs.
“Your father has been a bad, bad man, my dear Honoratus.”
Honoratus grit his teeth and said nothing. “We have warned you about coming here, Otho.”
“That is Lord Otho to you,” Otho said lazily. He moved across the room to rest his cumbersome figure on a silk-covered settee, settling his robes until they fell comfortably. A quick snap of his fingers and one of his pretty little serving boys bustled over to hand over his pipe, lighting it for him. Another snap, a curt nod to the door, and the three boys and two men that had accompanied him stepped outside, leaving him alone with Honoratus and Felix, the first and third sons of the noble house of Marianus.
Felix balled his hands into fists to still their trembling. Of course Otho would come when their parents were away for several days. He and Honoratus had known this would happen. He wondered bitterly if his parents had known it too, and had purposely left their sons to deal with the fallout of their father’s mess. Curse of the Goddess befall them.
He stiffened as those vile mud colored eyes fell upon him, bile rising up in his throat as he took note of the leering, appreciative way Otho looked him over. His stomach knotted as he realized this evening was only going to end in a handful of unpleasant ways. Which, he wondered, would be the least disgusting?
Perhaps he and Honoratus should just slit their throats and have done with it. Except that would toss the burden upon Cyriacus, who of all of them was the closest to innocent. The second of three sons, he had been studying abroad in Tavamara for nearly five years now. He had nothing to do with the disaster that had fallen upon their noble house.
At least his honored mother still did not know the depths to which her husband had fallen.
Otho spread his legs, rolls of fat shifting disgustingly beneath his black silk robes. He rubbed one thigh as he continued to leer at Felix. The man was in every way disgusting. Rotted by power, greed, and his own delusions. He was fat – not overwhelmingly, but it was obvious the man had people to do all the work for him and enjoyed that fact. His face might have been handsome but for the excess of fat, the cruelty that twisted it, the darkness in his muddy eyes. He licked his plump lips, then stuck the pipe between them, licking the stem as he held Felix’s gaze.
Felix knew his own beauty. Everyone commented upon it, from his mother to his brother to the baker down the street – and all the men and women in between. He was a living example of the beauty of Havarin. Pale blonde hair, pale green eyes, fair, flawless skin, slender, well-toned build, tall but not towering. In every way the Goddess had well-endowed him. He was truly blessed.
Except so many times, and now especially, it seemed more of a curse. He wanted nothing more than to live quietly maintaining the family lands – which they would be losing if they did not find money to refill the coffers before the world discovered their poverty. Instead…he sensed he knew where he would lay his head this night. It churned his stomach, but there was no help for it.
“So, my fine noble fellows,” Otho said at last. The noxious smell of his pipe filled the room, clashing with the delicate incense the servants had lit. “What are we going to do about your father’s little problem? He cannot simply take such things and not pay for them. It’s expensive you know. Imported from Hadge, the finest the country has to offer.”
Felix bit back the urge to say that Otho had addicted their father on purpose, had known how very susceptible he was to valtyanar. The drug was a potent one, used across the ocean for various purposes. In Havarin, however, it was a deadly addictive narcotic. Only Tavamara and Hadge could grow it, and Tavamara was strict about who was allowed to have it. Hadge was far more willing to overlook certain things.
“You know very well we have nothing to offer you,” Honoratus said coldly. His brother didn’t have Felix’s looks, but he had a proud, charismatic bearing. He would make a fine prince.
If only they could make it to the wedding. That would fix so many problems. But with Otho threatening to spill the dirty secrets…every day was a small victory.
For Honoratus, for Cyriacus, Felix would do much. His elder brothers were everything. Certainly he wasn’t doing this for his selfish parents. Honoratus would genuinely be happy with Priscilla; he wasn’t marrying the princess for just the money and station. Cyriacus…he had nothing to do with this. Never had. Felix would not let him suffer.
“Just state what you want,” he snapped. “We don’t have all night.”
Otho smirked, a nasty expression on the arrogant pig. “Oh, I think you know what I want from you, pretty little boy.”
Felix fought down the bile and grabbed his brother’s arm. “Honor! Don’t, please.”
Honoratus vibrated with anger but held still.
“We knew it was coming to this,” Felix said softly so that only his brother could hear. “If you want to leave, then go. I would never hold it against you.”
“Felix…I’m no coward. You shouldn’t be…I can’t…’
“There’s no other way,” Felix said tightly, summoning up a weak smile. “Just…get me out as soon as you can.”
Honoratus nodded stiffly. “You know I will. You’re my little brother. No matter what.”
“No matter what.” The brothers embraced tightly, whispering farewells and soft prayers.
Felix finally turned to Otho, who watched them rather more closely than he liked. “Shall we go?”
Otho laughed, a sound that sent shudders down Felix’s spine. “So you know what I intend for you, hmm?”
“You’ve been playing for it since this entire debacle began.” Since he’d first seen Felix quietly studying his lessons. Legally Felix was still a child – but at the very threshold of adulthood. He was seventeen. In all reality, he’d been an adult since he was fourteen and Otho had first started making him do things to lesson his father’s debt. Not even Honoratus knew about that. “Let us go.”
“As you say, boy,” Otho said and stood up, pipe clamped between his thick, wet lips. He motioned Felix forward, and reached out to touch him, acting with far too much familiarity. The bastard always had. “You’ll do quite well,” he slid his eyes to Honoratus, “and when the debt is paid in full – with interest – he will be returned.”
Honoratus said nothing, merely glared hatefully at Otho.
“We go,” Otho said.
Felix stiffened. “Don’t I even get to pack my things?”
“Where you’re going, you need nothing but your skin and that pretty mouth.”
Repressing a shudder, Felix nodded and let himself be dragged through the halls of his home. He drank in the familiar sights, the paintings, the lamps, the rugs, every last little bit, carving the sight into his mind. It would be years before he saw his home again – if he ever did.
Outside, a large litter waited for them, draped in dark, heavy silk and velvet. Four large men waited patiently, one of Otho’s pretty little boys helping them inside. They would travel alongside the litter to run errands or whatever else their master demanded.
Night had fallen hours ago, Otho one of those nasty creatures who preferred to plunder corpses in the dark of night. A filthy scavenger. Inside, the litter was remarkably comfortable, the carriers skilled enough the ride was not as jarring as it would normally be.
Otho settled across from him, making the confining space that much smaller, filling it with the filthy smell of him – sweat, lust, the acrid scent of his pipe smoke. Felix swallowed against the bile in his throat. “You’ll do well where we’re going. Pretty as you are, obviously the goddess made you for it.”
Felix didn’t reply to the taunt.
“Why not come give me a taste of what you’ll soon be paid to do, hmm? I do like that pretty mouth of yours.” So saying, Otho undid the fastening of his robes and spread them open, revealing a short, fat cock, dark and wet with lust. “I think you’ll become quite famous. Now come here and show me how grateful you are that I’m not taking the debt out in blood.”
Swallowing, Felix emptied his mind and obediently slid to his knees in the narrow space on the floor of the litter. Ignoring the stench that wafted up from Otho’s groin, he obediently did as he was told, fighting back the urge to gag, summoning up happier images, blocking out the wretched ones, thinking of nothing but that his family would be safe so long as he continued to pay the debt in this fashion.
Goddess willing, Honoratus would be able to keep their father from making the debt worse. Surely the fact that his youngest son was being sold to a pleasure house would mean something? Felix ignored the bitter voice that said probably not and focused on the task at hand, as disgusting as that task was.
“Such a sweet mouth,” Otho said between heavy pants, eyes glazed as he dug his fingers into Felix’s pale hair, thrust roughly into his mouth. “You have a natural talent. Do an especially good job, my pretty little thing, and let your family keep half the money the proprietress gives me. Hmm?”
Closing his eyes, pretending he was somewhere, anywhere else, locking away all emotion, Felix focused only on helping those he loved – on making certain his noble older brothers never were forced to such positions as this.
When they stopped several minutes later, Felix felt nothing but relief. He wiped his face clean with a handkerchief and followed Otho from the litter and into the shadowy depths of the pleasure house.
Lighting and all were kept low at such places to keep the identities of the patrons a secret. He knew of this particular house only from eavesdropping on conversations, from tidbits Otho had let drop to torture and harass him. From the start, Otho had wanted him here. He knew the bastard was…fixated…on him. Now he was firmly in Othos’ grasp, neatly and unquestionably. Goddess, please let him go home someday.
They were greeted by a tall, stately woman dressed in rich silk and glittering jewels, her cheeks painted with gold stars, silver dust on her eyelids. The robes were modest in cut, but clung in immodest fashion. Her hair was a deep red in the dim light, making her look exotic.
“My Lady Agrippa, how does the evening find you?” Otho asked.
Agrippa slowly looked Felix up and down, looking like a woman examining a haunch presented to her by the butcher. “Suddenly it is finding me quite well. What beauty have you brought to me this evening?”
“He will be paying his father’s debt. I will have the necessary information sent to you in the morning.”
“Of course,” Agrippa murmured politely. “Has he any knowledge?”
“A little. His mouth is quite sweet.”
Felix gave no indication he could hear the exchange, though he looked up and then bowed politely when Agrippa gave him her full attention. “Come here, boy.”
“Yes, my lady,” Felix replied, stepping forward and standing motionless as Agrippa examined him, touching and prodding, muttering as she went. He blocked it out as they haggled price, though he felt some relief at hearing the final sum. Half of that would go to his family, which would help matters a great deal. The half that went to Otho would pay off a small bit of the debt.
The proprietress lifted her brows in surprise. “Manners?” She turned to Otho. “I will handle things from here. I assume you want a night all to yourself? Once a week. He will be popular.”
“You know the day I prefer. Send the money in the morning, I will send the information.”
“Of course, of course,” the proprietress said, waving him off.
Otho grunted, leered one last time at Felix, then took his leave.
“Come along,” Agrippa said, voice surprisingly gentle. “A noble’s son, I can see. You’re remarkably well-mannered for one in your position.”
Felix shrugged and followed her down a dark corridor, up a winding staircase. Sweet, pungent incense was thick on the air, not quite masking the smell of sex that permeated the place, tangling with the scents of cologne, sweat, alcohol and rich food. “I am hardly in a position to act poorly, and my situation could be far worse.”
Agrippa gave him a speculative look. She smiled faintly, in sympathy, a surprisingly gentle expression on her stern face. “I am not wholly without sympathy, you know. Do not get me wrong – I can be a hard woman. There is no choice. However, I am fair where I can be. Give me no trouble and I will see your family’s debt is paid off properly. I will treat you well, and let you leave without fuss. In that, at least, Otho has no control.”
“Thank you,” Felix replied, sketching her a bow. “I will not act untoward.”
“Very well, then. What is your name?”
“Felix, my lady.”
“You may call me Agrippa, though in front of clients best stick to that ‘my lady’ stuff.” She halted in the middle of the hallway, tapping her chin in thought. “You are pretty, and quite young – but knowing Otho a bit experienced for your age, yes?”
Felix shrugged and smiled bitterly. “He has always said I have a pretty mouth.”
“Yes,” Agrippa murmured. “I believe I know the room for you. It will be yours for the duration of your stay. I’ll assign you a couple of boys to tend to cleaning, serving you, helping you learn the ropes and all. They’re strong, able to help with clients that get out of hand. Your family name, whatever it maybe, is not know here. Nor will anyone but I and those you give leave use your real name. Henceforth your name is Sugar.”
“Yes, my lady.”
Agrippa nodded and patted his shoulder. “I know you do not want to be here, but you take it with grace. I like that. For what it’s worth, welcome to the House of Exotic Flavors.”
Sugar and Spice
Prologue
Prologue
“Your father has been a bad, bad man, my dear Honoratus.”
Honoratus grit his teeth and said nothing. “We have warned you about coming here, Otho.”
“That is Lord Otho to you,” Otho said lazily. He moved across the room to rest his cumbersome figure on a silk-covered settee, settling his robes until they fell comfortably. A quick snap of his fingers and one of his pretty little serving boys bustled over to hand over his pipe, lighting it for him. Another snap, a curt nod to the door, and the three boys and two men that had accompanied him stepped outside, leaving him alone with Honoratus and Felix, the first and third sons of the noble house of Marianus.
Felix balled his hands into fists to still their trembling. Of course Otho would come when their parents were away for several days. He and Honoratus had known this would happen. He wondered bitterly if his parents had known it too, and had purposely left their sons to deal with the fallout of their father’s mess. Curse of the Goddess befall them.
He stiffened as those vile mud colored eyes fell upon him, bile rising up in his throat as he took note of the leering, appreciative way Otho looked him over. His stomach knotted as he realized this evening was only going to end in a handful of unpleasant ways. Which, he wondered, would be the least disgusting?
Perhaps he and Honoratus should just slit their throats and have done with it. Except that would toss the burden upon Cyriacus, who of all of them was the closest to innocent. The second of three sons, he had been studying abroad in Tavamara for nearly five years now. He had nothing to do with the disaster that had fallen upon their noble house.
At least his honored mother still did not know the depths to which her husband had fallen.
Otho spread his legs, rolls of fat shifting disgustingly beneath his black silk robes. He rubbed one thigh as he continued to leer at Felix. The man was in every way disgusting. Rotted by power, greed, and his own delusions. He was fat – not overwhelmingly, but it was obvious the man had people to do all the work for him and enjoyed that fact. His face might have been handsome but for the excess of fat, the cruelty that twisted it, the darkness in his muddy eyes. He licked his plump lips, then stuck the pipe between them, licking the stem as he held Felix’s gaze.
Felix knew his own beauty. Everyone commented upon it, from his mother to his brother to the baker down the street – and all the men and women in between. He was a living example of the beauty of Havarin. Pale blonde hair, pale green eyes, fair, flawless skin, slender, well-toned build, tall but not towering. In every way the Goddess had well-endowed him. He was truly blessed.
Except so many times, and now especially, it seemed more of a curse. He wanted nothing more than to live quietly maintaining the family lands – which they would be losing if they did not find money to refill the coffers before the world discovered their poverty. Instead…he sensed he knew where he would lay his head this night. It churned his stomach, but there was no help for it.
“So, my fine noble fellows,” Otho said at last. The noxious smell of his pipe filled the room, clashing with the delicate incense the servants had lit. “What are we going to do about your father’s little problem? He cannot simply take such things and not pay for them. It’s expensive you know. Imported from Hadge, the finest the country has to offer.”
Felix bit back the urge to say that Otho had addicted their father on purpose, had known how very susceptible he was to valtyanar. The drug was a potent one, used across the ocean for various purposes. In Havarin, however, it was a deadly addictive narcotic. Only Tavamara and Hadge could grow it, and Tavamara was strict about who was allowed to have it. Hadge was far more willing to overlook certain things.
“You know very well we have nothing to offer you,” Honoratus said coldly. His brother didn’t have Felix’s looks, but he had a proud, charismatic bearing. He would make a fine prince.
If only they could make it to the wedding. That would fix so many problems. But with Otho threatening to spill the dirty secrets…every day was a small victory.
For Honoratus, for Cyriacus, Felix would do much. His elder brothers were everything. Certainly he wasn’t doing this for his selfish parents. Honoratus would genuinely be happy with Priscilla; he wasn’t marrying the princess for just the money and station. Cyriacus…he had nothing to do with this. Never had. Felix would not let him suffer.
“Just state what you want,” he snapped. “We don’t have all night.”
Otho smirked, a nasty expression on the arrogant pig. “Oh, I think you know what I want from you, pretty little boy.”
Felix fought down the bile and grabbed his brother’s arm. “Honor! Don’t, please.”
Honoratus vibrated with anger but held still.
“We knew it was coming to this,” Felix said softly so that only his brother could hear. “If you want to leave, then go. I would never hold it against you.”
“Felix…I’m no coward. You shouldn’t be…I can’t…’
“There’s no other way,” Felix said tightly, summoning up a weak smile. “Just…get me out as soon as you can.”
Honoratus nodded stiffly. “You know I will. You’re my little brother. No matter what.”
“No matter what.” The brothers embraced tightly, whispering farewells and soft prayers.
Felix finally turned to Otho, who watched them rather more closely than he liked. “Shall we go?”
Otho laughed, a sound that sent shudders down Felix’s spine. “So you know what I intend for you, hmm?”
“You’ve been playing for it since this entire debacle began.” Since he’d first seen Felix quietly studying his lessons. Legally Felix was still a child – but at the very threshold of adulthood. He was seventeen. In all reality, he’d been an adult since he was fourteen and Otho had first started making him do things to lesson his father’s debt. Not even Honoratus knew about that. “Let us go.”
“As you say, boy,” Otho said and stood up, pipe clamped between his thick, wet lips. He motioned Felix forward, and reached out to touch him, acting with far too much familiarity. The bastard always had. “You’ll do quite well,” he slid his eyes to Honoratus, “and when the debt is paid in full – with interest – he will be returned.”
Honoratus said nothing, merely glared hatefully at Otho.
“We go,” Otho said.
Felix stiffened. “Don’t I even get to pack my things?”
“Where you’re going, you need nothing but your skin and that pretty mouth.”
Repressing a shudder, Felix nodded and let himself be dragged through the halls of his home. He drank in the familiar sights, the paintings, the lamps, the rugs, every last little bit, carving the sight into his mind. It would be years before he saw his home again – if he ever did.
Outside, a large litter waited for them, draped in dark, heavy silk and velvet. Four large men waited patiently, one of Otho’s pretty little boys helping them inside. They would travel alongside the litter to run errands or whatever else their master demanded.
Night had fallen hours ago, Otho one of those nasty creatures who preferred to plunder corpses in the dark of night. A filthy scavenger. Inside, the litter was remarkably comfortable, the carriers skilled enough the ride was not as jarring as it would normally be.
Otho settled across from him, making the confining space that much smaller, filling it with the filthy smell of him – sweat, lust, the acrid scent of his pipe smoke. Felix swallowed against the bile in his throat. “You’ll do well where we’re going. Pretty as you are, obviously the goddess made you for it.”
Felix didn’t reply to the taunt.
“Why not come give me a taste of what you’ll soon be paid to do, hmm? I do like that pretty mouth of yours.” So saying, Otho undid the fastening of his robes and spread them open, revealing a short, fat cock, dark and wet with lust. “I think you’ll become quite famous. Now come here and show me how grateful you are that I’m not taking the debt out in blood.”
Swallowing, Felix emptied his mind and obediently slid to his knees in the narrow space on the floor of the litter. Ignoring the stench that wafted up from Otho’s groin, he obediently did as he was told, fighting back the urge to gag, summoning up happier images, blocking out the wretched ones, thinking of nothing but that his family would be safe so long as he continued to pay the debt in this fashion.
Goddess willing, Honoratus would be able to keep their father from making the debt worse. Surely the fact that his youngest son was being sold to a pleasure house would mean something? Felix ignored the bitter voice that said probably not and focused on the task at hand, as disgusting as that task was.
“Such a sweet mouth,” Otho said between heavy pants, eyes glazed as he dug his fingers into Felix’s pale hair, thrust roughly into his mouth. “You have a natural talent. Do an especially good job, my pretty little thing, and let your family keep half the money the proprietress gives me. Hmm?”
Closing his eyes, pretending he was somewhere, anywhere else, locking away all emotion, Felix focused only on helping those he loved – on making certain his noble older brothers never were forced to such positions as this.
When they stopped several minutes later, Felix felt nothing but relief. He wiped his face clean with a handkerchief and followed Otho from the litter and into the shadowy depths of the pleasure house.
Lighting and all were kept low at such places to keep the identities of the patrons a secret. He knew of this particular house only from eavesdropping on conversations, from tidbits Otho had let drop to torture and harass him. From the start, Otho had wanted him here. He knew the bastard was…fixated…on him. Now he was firmly in Othos’ grasp, neatly and unquestionably. Goddess, please let him go home someday.
They were greeted by a tall, stately woman dressed in rich silk and glittering jewels, her cheeks painted with gold stars, silver dust on her eyelids. The robes were modest in cut, but clung in immodest fashion. Her hair was a deep red in the dim light, making her look exotic.
“My Lady Agrippa, how does the evening find you?” Otho asked.
Agrippa slowly looked Felix up and down, looking like a woman examining a haunch presented to her by the butcher. “Suddenly it is finding me quite well. What beauty have you brought to me this evening?”
“He will be paying his father’s debt. I will have the necessary information sent to you in the morning.”
“Of course,” Agrippa murmured politely. “Has he any knowledge?”
“A little. His mouth is quite sweet.”
Felix gave no indication he could hear the exchange, though he looked up and then bowed politely when Agrippa gave him her full attention. “Come here, boy.”
“Yes, my lady,” Felix replied, stepping forward and standing motionless as Agrippa examined him, touching and prodding, muttering as she went. He blocked it out as they haggled price, though he felt some relief at hearing the final sum. Half of that would go to his family, which would help matters a great deal. The half that went to Otho would pay off a small bit of the debt.
The proprietress lifted her brows in surprise. “Manners?” She turned to Otho. “I will handle things from here. I assume you want a night all to yourself? Once a week. He will be popular.”
“You know the day I prefer. Send the money in the morning, I will send the information.”
“Of course, of course,” the proprietress said, waving him off.
Otho grunted, leered one last time at Felix, then took his leave.
“Come along,” Agrippa said, voice surprisingly gentle. “A noble’s son, I can see. You’re remarkably well-mannered for one in your position.”
Felix shrugged and followed her down a dark corridor, up a winding staircase. Sweet, pungent incense was thick on the air, not quite masking the smell of sex that permeated the place, tangling with the scents of cologne, sweat, alcohol and rich food. “I am hardly in a position to act poorly, and my situation could be far worse.”
Agrippa gave him a speculative look. She smiled faintly, in sympathy, a surprisingly gentle expression on her stern face. “I am not wholly without sympathy, you know. Do not get me wrong – I can be a hard woman. There is no choice. However, I am fair where I can be. Give me no trouble and I will see your family’s debt is paid off properly. I will treat you well, and let you leave without fuss. In that, at least, Otho has no control.”
“Thank you,” Felix replied, sketching her a bow. “I will not act untoward.”
“Very well, then. What is your name?”
“Felix, my lady.”
“You may call me Agrippa, though in front of clients best stick to that ‘my lady’ stuff.” She halted in the middle of the hallway, tapping her chin in thought. “You are pretty, and quite young – but knowing Otho a bit experienced for your age, yes?”
Felix shrugged and smiled bitterly. “He has always said I have a pretty mouth.”
“Yes,” Agrippa murmured. “I believe I know the room for you. It will be yours for the duration of your stay. I’ll assign you a couple of boys to tend to cleaning, serving you, helping you learn the ropes and all. They’re strong, able to help with clients that get out of hand. Your family name, whatever it maybe, is not know here. Nor will anyone but I and those you give leave use your real name. Henceforth your name is Sugar.”
“Yes, my lady.”
Agrippa nodded and patted his shoulder. “I know you do not want to be here, but you take it with grace. I like that. For what it’s worth, welcome to the House of Exotic Flavors.”
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Date: 2006-12-31 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-31 08:17 pm (UTC)Watashi wa tenshi desu.
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Date: 2006-12-31 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-31 08:30 pm (UTC)Is your New Year's resolution to be more hardcore? 'Cuz ya ARE.
Anyway, my brain exploded, and I need to go draw a picture now. PS - Wales has not eaten me, just chewed on my leg a little. AND I have a retarded story idea I want to giggle with you about. :P
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Date: 2006-12-31 08:40 pm (UTC)^^;; I just do what the story says.
Draw a picture of what? And COME GIGGLE. You must come play on aim or email me. I miss my wobbly goblin.
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Date: 2006-12-31 09:04 pm (UTC)Man, the stories must just say COCK COCK COCK now. XD 'Tis awesome. I feel like my Meg is growing up. *sniff*
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Date: 2006-12-31 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-31 10:39 pm (UTC)I suppose I'll have to add this to my "wait for more" list along with Black Magic... *pouts*
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Date: 2007-01-01 01:31 am (UTC)...you are so evil. We love you for it, of course, but damn. Daymn! *___________*
*huggles and snuggles poor Felix close* You do know how to beat on them before things get better for them... ;_; *kicks Otho in the balls*
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Date: 2007-01-01 05:52 am (UTC)MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG! All your fault. ;_____________;
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Date: 2007-01-01 07:52 am (UTC)In all reality, he’d been an adult since he was fourteen and Otho had first started making him do things to lesson his father’s debt.
I think it was supposed to be 'lessen' instead of 'lesson'. Happy new year.
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Date: 2007-01-01 07:54 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-01-01 09:37 pm (UTC)Poor Felix.I want to be there to see Sky kick Otho in the balls. That's gonna be good.
I look forward to seeing more of this eventually, and hopefully meeting Spice.^^
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Date: 2007-01-02 06:08 am (UTC)And powerful, don't forget powerful. Of course you're going to torture him first.
*looks at who wrote this, boggles eyes*