A Stab at Love (Reverse-Harem RP) (O/A!!)
A Stab at Love Reverse-Harem RP (Everything belongs to Afanassii) THE PLOT THE HAREM OWNER THE HAREM PALACE BRANDING POWER RESTRAINTS HAREM CATEGORIES |
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It was a hot day in Arabasta as the servant men waved the large, pink and purple feathers about the palace to fan the large building out. It was mid-day with the sun at the peak of the sky, shining over the large Arabian city.
Esmeralda had just risen from her mid-day nap, and was sitting at her vanity in her personal sleeping quarters. With her long, olive-green gown on, she fidgeted with her hair some while trying to pick out what jewelry to wear for the rest of the day. Red... that seemed a good color. Bold and powerful. But green... That matched her eyes and brought attention. She let out a sigh. "Where's Seraphina when you need her most?" She let out to herself. There were two men in the room with her; servant men who wove one large purple and pink feather each to fan the room out from the hot day. But of course, they didn't dare answer her indirect question. Finally, she turned to them, looking to one specifically. "Well? Don't just stand there. Go find her!" She ordered before giving a rather roguish smile. "The Samraat's daughter will be here in two days. If I'm going to re-instill the upmost order amongst my men, I'm going to have to look the part." The man no sooner scrambled out, the other man having taken his feather and continued his work fanning, only now using two feathers to the best of his ability; no easy task. But Esmeralda paid no mind, only turning back to the mirror and continuing to size up what was best for her appearance, letting out a humored giggle as she did so. |
Seraphina had been walking the halls of the harem, a notebook in hand and stopping to check the status of each room. Nothing had changed since last she checked it, but still she had to make double sure of that. She turned a corner to Esmeralda's hall when she saw the guard burst through the door, slipping slightly before running towards her direction. She knew what had this man all frazzled, Esmeralda, Seraphina needed to teach that woman to not scare the servants so much; it wasnt good for their hearts. Upon seeing her he opened his mouth to say something, but she simple raised her hand to tell him she already knew, she flashed him a smile and patted him on the shoulder. Walking right into the room, writing down her last line in her notebook she looked into Esmeralda's eyes through the mirror."Calm yourself Esmeralda I am here, you should know me by now, I can sense when you need me." She teases her best friends as she walks over to stand right behind her, as she looked into Esmeralda's eyes she could note her frustation.
The Samraat's daughter was to be here very soon and she knew it was taking a slight toll on her friend, but her friend shouldn't have to be worried. Seraphina had just finished the last of the preperations and had the daughter's visiting arragnment. But knowing Esmeralda, she liked to have everything perfect, done to the last detail, and she knew how to make sure that happened."What is the matter Esmeralda? You seem a bit tense, everything is in order for the Samraat's daughter's visit. I just finished talking to our kitchen staff about the feast, and they ensured me that everything will be delicious. But something else is bothering you I presume?" Her gentle hands rested upon Esmeralda's shoulders, as she leaned in to look right into the mirror to make eye contact with her friend. "And dont try to lie to me Esme, you know I can tell when your lying." Seraphina said her nickname for Esmeralda in a whisper, she knew how she didnt want the men to see her softer side, so she tended to use the nickname in private. However it was a way to get her best friend to relax, and by the look on Esmeralda's face it seemed to be working. With a smile on her face she shook Esmeralda's shoulders lightly to get her to speak what was on her mind. |
Afanassii was in his room, tinkering. While he was essentially a prisoner here, he had to begrudgingly admit that the rooms left nothing to be desired. He had a separate changing area and an enormous bed and when he was lucky, he could sneak a glance at the fantastic view from... whatever story he was on.
It had been only a short time since Esmeralda had gotten her clutches on him and he wasn't quite sure what she had planned to do with him. Most of the past few days, Nassii found himself sitting about his room, searching for anything he could use to attempt to reconstruct his transportation device. He had tried to keep it a secret project and was currently wracking his brain over what he could say it was if ever the melon-sized contraption was found in its hiding spot in the wardrobe.... There was some commotion out in the hallway and he momentarily raised his fair chin and looked in the direction of the ornately carved door. So rarely had he received any attention so far that he was beginning to believe he was forgotten. "Suits me..." He said, exhaling as he turned back to his work. |
Today would be a good day, Naya'Il decided. The ’oasis’ he sat in were shining in the sun and he didn’t know, if it was something everyone of his race felt or merely him, but he loved the sun. Especially feeling the sun’s rays caress his figure. Feeling how his body got warmed more and more up. Maybe it was, he pondered and turned his face upwards, so more of it was exosed to the sun. Maybe it was something, that had to do with him being an Elim. That would make the whole ’weaker-in-the-dark’ thing make sense. He straigthened his upperbody up, since it had fallen more and more down, because of the weight of his wings, and rose. |
Out of sheer boredom and rather morbid curiosity, Afanassii decided to leave his room for the time being. He could go no further with his device with what he currently had on hand and he was bored.
He sighed as she quietly shut the door behind him - carefull not to pinch any of his floor-length red hair within it. The Lady Esmeralda afforded her toys more freedoms than some others might, and while he usually kept out of site so as to keep out of her mind, he was restless. Out the hall.... down to the right... and he found himself face to face with a strange man he had never met. Not only had he never seen this man before - but he had never in all his travels come across the likes of him. Nassii outright stared, mouth agape as he reached out to touch the angellic man's white hair to compare it with his own white bangs. He was always a curious gentleman and, for some strange reason, he was overcome with the urge to find out who's hair was lighter... |
His eyes slowly opened after what seemed like for ever. The last thing he remembered was laughter, though it had not been his own. Groaning quietly, he forced himself to sit up, glancing around the room and wincing slightly at the gouges made in the walls and floor, the sheets of his bed shredded. Sighing, he slowly stood up, stretching and stepping through the 'disaster zone' to pick up a relatively tidy, untorn shirt, his trousers having stayed intact during his black out. Shrugging firs tthe shirt, then his long jacket on, the demon shivered before carefully, silently stepping out of his room.
Isildoro knew he had probably been thrown into the room during the rage, after all, the 'wonderful' Lady Esmeralda wouldn't have wanted her precious palace to be wrecked by a senseless demon. With a final grimace, he began to walk silently down the corridor, his hands slowly twisting pieces of delicate metal between them. Usually he wouldn't have to touch the small contraption and it would be twisting and taking shape on its own, but with the shackles and collar, he hadn't been able to do that for some time. It was still too bright outside for him to leave the shade of the building. Isildoro paused to squint slightly out of the window before shaking his head, definately too bright. That only left him a couple of options. He could go to Esmeralda, to see if there was something she required of him. Then again, the demon despised his mistress so he couldn't do that. Grimacing, he ducked his head, strands of the dark green hair falling over his face and eyes as he began to make his way down the corridor, silent in his movements. Only when he turned a corner did he freeze, looking up sharply and staring at the two men ahead of him. Generally, Isildoro didn't have have much contact with the other members of the harem. Of course, he was quite civil and polite to them, kinder to the younger ones, respectful to the elder members, but he tended to avoid them if he could. Quietly he watched the two, raising an eyebrow as one seemed to reach out and touch the other's hair, frowning a little and not moving. |
Opening and closening his wings had become one of his small habits, while he explored/patrolled the harem. Because of the small size inside, he rarely had out his second pair of wings and the itch was beginning to get annoying again. It had been quite pleasant for a while, but the days had gone since his last great flying trip. Just letting them out wasn’t going to ease up the tension, they had built up. |
Afanassii rubbed the end of one of the other man's long locks between his fingers and compared it with his own. While Nassii's white hair was due to a lack of pigmentation in even the skin underneath his bang area, this man's hair seemed diamond-white. Almost as if it was silvery or had a glow to it - this man's hair was healthy and alive... but he looked so strange.
The Sekassiret smiled while he looked up at the face of his new acquantance and he let both of their hair fall back into place gently. "Salutations..." He said with a pronounced Sekkan drawl - not bothering to care too much about appearances. It was then that he noticed a subtle movement out of the corner of his eye and he jerked his head in the direction of the stairs down the hall. There was another stranger standing there as well. Of course, the fact that both of them were male did not fail to enter his mind, though he was not certain as to whether either of them were in the predicament he was. "привет - Hello... Who's acquaintance do I have the pleasure of making?" He looked back and forth between the two, hoping that a little conversation might brighten his day. |
Isildoro remained very still when the white haired man turned to look at him, acting like a cornered animal, waiting to see the reaction of its hunter before moving. However, the voice of the other man with the strange accent made the demon shift his gaze subtley towards him. Raising an eyebrow, he paused a moment before slowly taking a few steps towards the two men, stopping once more a little away from them.
Tilting his head curiously to the side, he paused before smiling very faintly. "I am Isildoro, a demon and an unfortunate member of the harem" He answered slowly, a slight, musical accent to his words. After a little while, he'd learnt to smother his own accent when around humans, they often didn't understand it when he spoke thickly with it, and he didn't appreciate the questioning nature of humans who constantly wanted to know where he was from. "And who might you be?" The demon asked after a moment, remembering manners. |
The Sekassiret male closed his eyes and breathed in as Isildoro spoke, acting very much like he was taking in the scent of flowers in full bloom. Isildoro's melodious lilt pleased him to the core, as music was the language of Afanassii's soul. His family were once court perfomers back in the days of Sekkan slavery on Vidania and after his race achieved freedom and formed their own lands, the Abez'ianas became nobility, but were always in love with music.
What's more, the elves back home spoke with in a musical manner, so in a way this Demon reminded Nassii of them. It made him miss home all the more and his face soured for a moment while his thoughts lingered on his unpleasant current confinement. "My condolences..." He began, lifting his gaze back in his new aquaintance's direction. "It seems you and I have something in common, then..." His eyes shifted in the direction of the man who had a celestial appearance, who had yet to be forthcoming about what he was doing in Esmeralda's palace. He didn't want to admit too much without knowing either of them more so he settled on only adding the briefest of introductions. "I am Afanassii Abez'iana..." While normally he would have swept into a low bow at his own introduction, his pride was insulted by his situation and so he gave only a stiff, slight bow of his head. |
The man behind him didn’t seem to be a threat, so Naya turned his head was facing towards the one closest to him, that currently was rubbing some of his hair, before he gently turned and stepped a tiny step back, so that he could keep a better eye on the both of them without having to turn his head. A conversation could very easily become awkward – not to mention the crick in his neck, he probably would get if it were a longer lasting talk. |
"Likewise..." Afanassii responded, bowing a bit lower than before. Perhaps it was merely his paranoia from his predicament, but he took note of the white-haired man's omission of his purpose in the palace and he lingered his eyes on him a bit more, hoping to give the impression that he was expecting the man to say more.
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Isildoro glanced sideways to the man he’s spoken to, watching his reaction to his own words. Raising an eyebrow slightly, the demon watched the reaction, finding it both slightly amusing and very interesting observing how he seemed to be enjoying his voice. Letting out a very soft, barely audible chuckle before he quickly bowed his head, glancing up through his hair as he listened to the man’s answer.
“It’s appreciated, to know one is not alone in this situation” He murmured lowly, nodding very slightly to show he had heard and would remember the other’s name. Finally, he lifted his gaze to stare at the other man with the celestial like hair. Wrinkling his nose slightly, his eyes narrowed a little as he finally recognised what exactly he was meant to be. Wonderful, just wonderful, he had to be one of the creatures his own kind fought against for centuries. Shaking his head slightly, Isildoro lowered his gaze again. The fact that... Naya’Il, hadn’t said or implied what rank he was in this harem, clearly suggested that he was of higher rank than himself or Afanassii. “You need not keep secrets from us Naya’Il, what is your duty in this harem?” He questioned, voice betraying his slight dislike of the other by being far too sweet for it to be truthful. Normally the demon didn't take such a quick disliking to most people, but this time seemed to be an exception. |
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