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Old 09-23-2014, 12:10 AM

In the moments of silence that passed between the two of them, Dorian's eyes patiently fixated on Akio's expression, unsure of what to expect of an answer. His facial expression had smoothed into a sort of calm, casual again as he most always was, but in a sense that lacked his more typical sinister agenda. He curious of the reaction he'd just had to the other's decision to leave in a manner that startled him inwardly, but a part of it also felt distantly familiar. It felt almost as if it had been a part of some dream he'd had some time long ago. What were these familiar notions coming to him, the warmth drawing in his chest as the other man smiled? He hadn't allowed himself the time to think further on it, afraid of cracking once more.

Instead, he allowed himself to simply act on whims. Dorian was so used to calculated behavior, to reeling in the reactions he wished for, so this was quite a different method of interacting with someone. "I suppose so." He replied simply to the first words from him, not wishing to think on those in particular, though the next set were some he could settle his mind on. Books were something he was comfortable with, completely. "I look forward to your thoughts on it." Dorian spoke with more feeling this time, a grin curling up along his lips as he looked curiously over the man standing beside him. Whether he was showing a favorable reaction to his sort of apology or just being polite, Dorian was unsure. It needn't matter, though. He could not seriously care for what a human thought.

Even so, as he heard the other say he'd like to hear his playing, the gleam in his eye visibly brightened. "You would?" He replied at first, taken back, but then scolded himself for verbalizing his surprise as he casually joined the other at the piano. "I don't mind having an audience. It's been a nearly two centuries since I've played for another." He instead replied as a correction to his earlier doubt. It was still a rather open statement to make, but Dorian hadn't put stock into it as the words left him. He sat beside the other man on the piano stool, minding a casual distance, but still painfully aware of the proximity he was now in to Akio. This made him thankful for the subject change as Akio mentioned his mother, albeit that appeared to be a sensitive one.

His golden gaze swayed from the sheet music to the other's form, grin dissipating as he tried to conjure a response. Prodding him about the sadder details of her apparent passing came to mind nearly immediately, but he shook his head once to cast it out of his mind. That would not do to keeping this peace between them. He would have to be more creative. "Do you not play any longer?" He questioned, words careful as he didn't want to approach a touchy topic. Dorian could always save that for later, he inwardly mused. The dark voice curled contentedly inside his head, but the more human side of Dorian tugged at instead the aspect of getting to know Akio. What a silly endeavor.

Carefully his hands found the first keys he was to play, hovering above them for a quiet moment before gently pressing them down in a coordinated manner, his fingers beginning to slowly trail along the keys in a learned manner. This was a piece he'd played before, though his eyes yet skimmed the music to ensure he missed no notes of what was one of his favorites pieces to dawdle in in his spare time. He found himself forgetting the other's presence, though the determination to perform well was still present in his careful finger strokes of the keys. While he sat with good posture, Dorian allowed himself to slip into a relaxed ease as he played, calmed to a peaceful state where he was not quite so worried over himself. He held no painful memories in the piano, no resentment, and it did little to remind him of their present situation. In a way, it was the perfect instrument of drawing himself out of a shell he wasn't always aware of.

As the piece came to a close, Dorian calmly lifted his gaze from the music to shift to Akio, a peaceful smile lining his lips. "I suppose I'm a sucker, for liking such a thing?" He spoke in something of a playful manner, though the tone was altogether light this time around. His eyes were held wider, like a boy's, as he awaited some sort of reaction.

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Old 09-23-2014, 06:11 PM

He had brushed off the comment, and that was fine. Akio had not meant it to harm, so he allowed it to drop. Darius had said that he looked forward to his thoughts on the book, which made a smile tug at his lips. The other looking forward to the opinion of a human on a matter? He found this slightly amusing, due to the way the other had approached all things human not long before. He was thankful for the change in demeanor however, the other no longer referring to him as little prince, or twisting his name in some aspect. He had grown tired rather quickly of the poking and prodding, though he was still careful around the man. It had not been long, and the other was still holding him prisoner for his amusement. There was no stopping him from returning to how he had been moments before.

At the same time, there was no saying that this was not merely a ploy to get information, or to get Akio to let his guard down. Either way, he was still a bit wary. The other moved to his side, sitting by him upon the bench. It seemed he did not mind being close at the moment, almost preferring it in a way. He allowed it, but made no comment at the closeness or anything about it. When he said it had been awhile since he had had an audience to his music, Akio allowed his eyes to move to the demon next to him. He was curious as to why this was, though he supposed that this was another thing that demons did not partake in, to human in nature. “So you have been playing for quite some time yourself then” he said, almost casually, as he watched the other’s hands on the keys.

He had asked if Akio stilled played, and for a moment he paused. There were a few ways he could answer it, all of them would hold truth within. Finally he simply spoke. “I do when I can…my father does not enjoy music as he once did, and since I have become a Samurai, most of my time is spent there” he said. The other could take it as a tie back to his earlier teasing about life at home being hard. Though he did not know the truth, it was in many senses. Now that he was able to branch out and explore, to be free from the gates and walls of the castle, he took all opportunities he could to be out in the kingdom or out training. The castle had become very unpleasant to him, it was his prison, a place he was to be because it was chosen for him, not by his own will. Again, he understood that he did have privileges, but at the same time, he was stricter kept than those who lived lesser lives.

Every aspect planned out, who you saw, what you did, where you went…Everything was chosen, everything was planned and decided for him. He was never allowed to have a will of his own, never allowed to have a voice. He was supposed to be the perfect image, perfect manners, perfect look, and perfect speech, perfect everything. One hair out of line could draw negative consequences that he and his father did not need. He blinked a bit, before looking at the piano as the other began to play. He watched his fingers a bit, as they moved over the keys, getting lost in the music and the melody. It was nice, the other indeed talented. He listened in silence, allowing the other his peace as he played. As he did though, Akio’s eyes were drawn slightly to his face as well, taking in the features and such that passed over it as the demon played.

When he finished, Akio smiled warmly “that was beautiful.” The demon asked then if he was a sucker for such a thing, and Akio shook his head. “Not at all…have many taken comfort in music, as many do in books...”his eyes turning to the music sheets. “Music can tell a story just as well, invoke feelings, or tell one of your personality…music can be quite the communication tool.” He slowly pressed a finger down on one of the keys, allowing the sound to echo through the room, before lightly pressing another. His mind in thought for a few moments, he paused to look at Darius again. “How did you begin playing?” he asked, wondering how music had come into the demon’s life. Akio had told him that his mother was the one to teach and interest him, but it was different for many people. Had Darius’ mother taught him? Had a friend? Some even taught themselves, so there was no telling just from guessing, how the other had learned.

Everyone had their favorite type as well, just how everyone had their favorite type of books. It was like a fingerprint for a person, you could learn quite a bit from someone’s tastes. So far he was being confirmed that there was two sides to this demon, more than met the eye. The question then arose, which was the real one? The main face that he was truly proud of, and wanted to be. Such a question could not be asked at this point, it would most likely only succeed in insulting the other, or gaining a jest back at him. In honesty, Akio could ask himself the same thing. The proper prince, or the samurai full of heart. Both were aspects of him, sides of him. But which was him more? Which did he desire to be, which did he want to take as a path in life? He pondered this thought for a moment, as he waited for a response.

People had hundreds of aspects to them, quirks and sides. They all made them who they were, but it was never simply as easy as that. There were so many influences around, the world, friends and family. It was often easy to lose one’s self, to get lost and become something one did not wish to be. Perhaps that had happened to Darius…perhaps it had happened to Akio. Maybe it was something they shared, that brought them closer together. He wondered for a moment what would happen, if all guises were dropped, and the two were allowed to purely just…be for a change. Now it was his turn to push such thoughts from his mind, calling himself foolish for allowing them in. Such a thing would never happen. Any way one sliced the situation, the facts still remained. He was a prisoner of the demon, nothing more.
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Old 09-23-2014, 09:49 PM

As his gaze caught the warm smile that Akio sent his way, Dorian's insides recoiled, curling back and lashing out in distaste. Outwardly, however, his own smile merely faded a bit as his gaze fixed on the other curiously. Dorian wasn't used to others as an audience much the less complimenting him on his musical abilities, but it wasn't the compliment that caught him off guard. It was the smile, the kindness in his tone, that had thrown Dorian for a loop. Grinning yet, Dorian's gaze reluctantly left the other's as he tried to cover his surprise despite the brief pause in conversation. He had the thought to thank him, but he quickly brushed the notion away. Instead, Dorian spoke up in a more casual tone of acceptance. "I am glad you think so." His words were simple, and much more tasteful to him than a full-on thank you.

Dorian nodded slowly as he listened to the other's words of music as a tool of communication, how he wasn't a sucker for taking comfort in it. He reckoned he did find some comfort in it, in the pleasant distraction of his keys dancing along the set of keys, but there was more to his attachment to it. "Music does capture a certain... something that words don't about a person." He spoke in agreement. It seemed the other already had a feeling about this, too, as he heard the question asked of him. Sighing softly, he picked his gaze up and allowed it to settle on the man beside him again. His grin faded completely, though his expression remained rather calm. It was trip down memory lane, surely, but one that Dorian did not necessarily mind taking briefly. "My father was a musician of sorts. He ran a small shop in our village, making an occasional sale, but most of what he brought home came from piano lessons." He explained in short, then pausing when his words dried in his mouth.

Marcel, the man that yet haunted him, had quite literally walked into his life one day at that humble shop. Pressing his lips into a firm line for a moment, Dorian darkly mused to himself that perhaps he had memories tied to playing the piano, after all. They were not direct ties to the slivers of memories he still held, but they were relatable enough to events of his life that he had to consciously stop himself form speaking any more of the subject. "He taught me." Dorian finished simply, dismissively, gaze settling on the other's once more as curiosity again brushed past his mind. What was he gaining from telling Akio this? Surely, it couldn't be worth his time. Yet, his grin reappeared as he thought back to his previous assumption. "Yes, I have been playing alone for quite some time." He admitted, voice even but with a touch of... was this, nostalgia?

His mind drifted away from itself and back to their conversation, thoughts swirling about the vague statement he'd made about his father earlier. Dorian had watched Eternia for a good amount of time, but of the king, he still actually knew rather little. As he looked over the man beside him, he realized that despite his tease of the other involving his father, Dorian knew even less of their relationship. Yet, would he push the other into speaking of him? Somewhat torn by the concept of the warm smile he'd received earlier, he instead settled on how he Akio has used that to respond to his actual question. So, he didn't get to play often. Tapping his cheek thoughtfully for a few moments, he then rifled briefly through the folder of sheet music he had brought along to the room with him. He hadn't come with this particular thought in mind, but it was one that may perhaps suit them both.

Setting a new arrangement up carefully on the piano stand, Dorian cleared his throat slightly. "Perhaps a duet, then? I have yet to play pieces such as this." He suggested, not wishing to make it sound more than it truly was. Dorian had not played with another before, so the few pieces he had revolving about four pairs of hands were lost on him. Of course, if the other enjoyed playing, and Dorian wished to continue in his presence, then maybe this was a good venture. What Dorian didn't immediately consider was that he was drawn to the idea of playing alongside someone. He also hadn't quite caught the moment when he had begun to think of Akio as some sort of equal.

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Old 09-24-2014, 01:54 PM

The other seemed a bit surprised at the smile, and the kindness, Akio could see it in his eyes and on his face, despite trying to hide it. He let his own smile fade a bit, adverting his eyes for a moment. The other speaking, he gave a small nod. He spoke as if agreeing in a way with what Akio had said, saying music captured something that words did not about a person. He glanced sidelong at him for a moment, so what did his music say about him then… He met his gaze a bit, as Darius began speaking of where he had learned. His father ran a music shop? So it was true, at some point he had been indeed bound to the world of man. He nodded slightly, allowing the other to speak.

The memories seemed to affect the other, the way he reacted made thoughts shift within Akio’s mind. He watched him still, taking in his movements and words. He then began to mess with the music once more, and Akio’s curiosity was sparked as he placed a new set of music upon the piano. His eyes moved over it, as the other proposed a duet. He said since being alone, he had not had the opportunity to play such arrangements. Akio’s eyes flickering to him for a moment. Why propose such a thing with a human? The true reasoning behind all of this was still unclear. Not knowing what his motive was, Akio could neither relax nor remain tense. He seemed to be calm, and composed still on the outside.

That was how he would remain, as he nodded to the demon. “Very well…” He had not played with another himself before, since his father did not approve of such things, and he had few others who could or would take the time inside of the castle. On the training field, it was not as if he could simply ask another Samurai to take a break to play music with him either. He had had to lessen this side of him, to allow other sides to grow and form. The mention of playing with a demon in itself was almost humorous. What would another say if they saw? Man or demon. It made his mind drift a bit, and a slightly hard feeling settling within him. How could he relax or sit here and play the piano with his captor.

The man was helping those who sought harm to Akio’s home, his kingdom and family. He felt a bit guilty to be honest, he knew they did not yet know of what had befallen him, but it would indeed cause trouble and strife. How could he casually play music with this demon, while a war brewed and rose outside the walls? He sighed a bit inwardly, reminding himself that it was best to understand his captor, perhaps by learning about him and from him, he could sway the man, or would have a better chance of getting out. He had sensed more to the demon than the beast he was showing before, and this might be the beginnings of it.

Then again, it was also still hard to decide for sure so early on if it was real or a ploy. Akio felt on some aspects, like they were going around in circles. It was still a game in a way, a deadly and dark one. He took a breath, and once more looked at the music, pushing thoughts from his head for now. It looked simple enough, but not too easy as well. He looked to the demon and gave another smile, in agreeance that he would partake within this duet he spoke of. Perhaps music would give him some more insight and help him with the thoughts that were plaguing his mind.

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Old 09-24-2014, 07:19 PM

Awaiting an answer to his suggestion, Dorian's eyes skimmed the first page of music, if only to avert the other's gaze. He felt quite self conscious after having asked his question now that the words had left him, odd feeling that it were, and couldn't bring himself to allow his gaze to rest again on Akio. Why? He didn't deserve it. Akio was a human- a wretched, foolish human, and... Dorian's throat suddenly closed up a bit, nerves running through him as he knew that certainly was not the reason. No, he was simply feeling an adolescent sort of anxiety that the other would deny his simple proposition. Akio may be a human, but that had nothing to do with in.

In fact, Dorian mused to himself, that perhaps since he was a human he should feel even less anxiety in this scenario. Tensing made no sense, now. Dorian adjusted himself where he sat a bit, straightening himself up just a bit more as he gathered his thoughts to brush them away. He had to remind himself of who he was, what he had gone through to find his place in this world. Dawdling on childish ideals and shying away from a captive did him no good. He sat beside a man that he was holding as prisoner, and was to try his hand at tempting. Yet, Akio had complied with this.

Knowing what he did, Akio willingly chose to spend time beside a demon of all things and suggest the notion of getting to know each other, come to a common understanding. Why? The gleam in his eyes relit as his gaze shifted to rest on the other momentarily, dancing about with curiosity. He held so many questions, many of which regarding this man's actions, others concerning just what Dorian would do with him. Then, slowly he too nodded. "Let's." He replied simply, his gaze moving swiftly from him to the keys before them.

Why would he have consented to this? Dorian's thought swirled yet about Akio's actions, his choice to smile and agree to play beside him. How he could manage to do so, while Dorian had prodded away at him so relentlessly earlier, he wasn't sure. Perhaps it was something in his gentlemanly nature, he considered, though that did not mean all nobles taught to act this way would choose to. No, this was something seemingly unique to Akio. He supposed the answer he sought lie somewhere in the other's natural disposition. Casting a glance in the other's direction, he felt himself again unarmed by the smile he received. Why? Before Dorian's mind could kickstart itself again, he felt himself returning it with a sort of ease.

Taking in a deep breath, he then awaited the other before lifting one of his hands to hover of the keys carefully. Slowly, he pressed his slender fingers down to the first few keys of the song, focused yet hesitant in his reliance on the other to jump in. So, this was the complex arrangement of a duet. The two partners had to rely on each other, to hit the right keys, at the right time, and while in some sort of tandem.

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Old 09-25-2014, 12:33 AM

He could sense the other looking at him off and on. The way he reacted were as confusing to him as his were to the other. Not knowing the other was confused by his actions though, he was left guessing and wondering what the other was thinking. His eyes moved to the other, as he spoke, agreeing to do the duet as well. He nodded, for a moment catching the smile the other returned to his. His own warmed a bit, before he watched the other's fingers move over the keys. He looked over the music sheets himself, as the other lifted a hand to begin with the first few notes. Akio raised his hand, when the second portion for the partner arose upon the page. He placed his fingertips on the keys, pausing for a moment as he waited for the note before it.

When it came time, he pressed down on the note in question, then another in time with Darius'. He followed the sheet music, keeping his eyes on the keys, rather than on the demon for a moment. One note after another, the song began to play out. The melody beginning to rise and fill the room, he listened to both parts of it, his and Darius'. For a moment he let the rest of the world fade away, letting there only be the melody. The music filling his ears and his mind. He felt like he had heard this song somewhere before, but where exactly slipped from his mind. One note after another, the song played out before him. He found his eyes glancing at the other, watching him for a moment as the music unfolded. He took a breath, continuing to play.

He relaxed a bit as they played, allowing his body to relax next to the other into the melody. It sounded nice, helping to ease the tension in a way. It became a bit easier over time, both seeming to flawlessly keep up. It was one note after another, no hesitation or pause, the music flowing seemlessly. He smiled a bit warmly, his eyes closing for a fraction of a moment. He allowed the music to completely fill and take over him. He felt for a moment like he was going to be deemed foolish for such things, so he opened his eyes once more. He focused on the music once more, playing in time to the other's part. The song slowly coming to an end, he paused, his fingers still on the keys.

He slowly allowed them to slip off, sitting in silence for a moment, wondering if the other would talk first. It was odd, Akio felt as if something had shifted. He did not know if the other felt it, but he felt as if something had changed. His eyes moved to the other for a moment, before he stood, picking up the book. "It has been a long day...I should let you enjoy your music..." his eyes turning to him for a moment. "I enjoyed hearing you play and being allowed to join you as well....it was...enlightening and nice..." he turned, slipping away from him to the door. "Goodnight....thank you..." he slipped out the door, allowing it to close behind him. He paused outside of it, leaning against the door for a moment.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. What was this feeling? He turned, moving down the hall to the room he had been designated to. He opened it, before stepping inside. He allowed the door to close, locking it. He moved to the window in the bedroom after sitting the book on the end of the bed, his eyes moving out it. He had said goodnight, but he still did not know if it was night or not. He did feel a bit exhausted, the odd haze out of his system, everything that had happened weighing on him a bit. He sat by the window, his eyes on the sky. He doubted the other would follow him, and he did not blame him. He closed his eyes, a hand moving to clench over his heart. He clenched his jaw, a flicker of pain flashing over his face.

He was unable to return home. He was in an unknown world with a demon keeping him here. His eyes opening, moving out the window again. "What do I do..." he breathed barley above a whisper, to no one. He sighed, slipping away from the window to the bed. He figured he should at least try to rest, though it worried him a bit. What stopped demons or Darius for that matter to come in and do something as he rested. Still, depriving himself of rest would only do more harm. He knew he should eat something as well, but at the same time, he did not think he could handle something at the moment. His eyes fell on the book, a hand reaching out to pick it up. He sat on the edge of the bed, once more opening it to the page he had stopped at.

His mind flashing to the image of the other catching his place. His words, and actions that had followed. With a sigh, he tossed the book lightly onto the bed next to him, before he laid back upon it. He lifted an arm, placing it over his eyes. Darkness filled his vision, as thoughts swirrled around inside of him. Feelings, thoughts...so much had happened in one day. If this was to be what it would be like, things would indeed be odd. Though there was no telling that it would not get worse, or that it could get better. The future was unclear, and always shifting. He opened his eyes, looking up at the ceiling.

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Old 09-25-2014, 05:20 AM

As he heard the first of Akio's notes chime in and the melody slowly began to build itself up, Dorian felt himself slowly drifting into the song that echoed pleasantly through the room. He became acutely aware that their key strokes were falling in perfect time, each as they ought to, cooperating and complimenting each other's tone in a manner one could not accomplish on their own. So, this was the joy in playing a piano duet. Strangely at ease, Dorian allowed himself to relax into the music as his hands played on with precision. A small, calmed smile even lined his lips pleasantly as he trained his eyes between the keys and the music arrangement before them.

It was only after he had felt the other's gaze that he dare cast a glance in his direction. Seeing Akio's eyes close briefly, Dorian's gaze glimmered in understanding of the peace the other must have been feeling before his eyes returned their focus to the sheet of music. It was but a speck of understanding, the smallest bit of it, but it was something of a start for Dorian. Regardless of his neglect to think of it in this light, it was a sign that perhaps Akio had not been far off when suggesting that a human and demon may come to some understanding. It may be possible after all, if only while playing music, for now.

After a few minutes of playing, Dorian had nearly forgotten his earlier doubt in the prospect of playing beside another. It was coming almost naturally now with the enjoyable tune floating peacefully through the air. Dorian took comfort in the soothing nature of it while it lasted, but found himself not entirely satisfied as it came to a slow ending. He was maybe a bit sad for the song to be over. The odd feeling lead him to rub the side of his neck thoughtfully, concerned with what thoughts were stirring in his mind. As he lifted his fingers from the keys to turn his focus again to Akio, he became aware of a shift between them. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he contributed it to the feeling of understanding he had felt earlier. Even if it had been a crumb of a connection between them, it was enough for Dorian to feel just the faintest bit of warmth in his chest as he now looked over at the other man.

Quite the interesting turn of events. "It was... enlightening, indeed..." Dorian spoke in broken pieces, words a bit slow to form. "Goodnight." As the other moved to leave, Dorian sat still on the piano bench for quite some time. The words that he was left with rang through his head, like so many ripples of water after a dropped stone had interrupted its peace. Akio had seemed to enjoy that. The prospect tugged at the human part of Dorian, caught between his hesitation to believe that to be true after his earlier torment of the man, as well as his demonic nature which shouted that a human could never enjoy the presence of a demon. One of his hands rose to slide beneath his shirt collar, to place his palm on the skin where his demonic contract mark yet lie. A scar of his past.

Dorian knelt on the plot of damp earth, the moisture cool to his skin as it slowly sunk into the fabric of his pants. The stone walls around him and lack of a window nor any candle kept him in complete darkness in the dead of the night like this one, the only noise audible to him that of the chains he felt binding his wrists to the wall as they swayed with his every movement. Comfort was of no issue to him; he was to be a dead man in the morning. His thoughts were consumed in a raging storm of angst, but among them not one topped the image he had seared into his mind at his trial. As he was condemned to death, his eyes found his favorite pair of striking blue eyes within the crowd. What should have normally been a happy reunion of eye contact, however, was for naught in this scenario. As the judge spoke the word 'guilty,' wooden hammer falling and sealing Dorian's fate, the pair of blue eyes his golden gaze had finally made contact with ripped his heart from his aching chest. Marcel's eyes were glazed over with bitter tears, streaming in two silver streams that Dorian had never quite forgotten.

There, in his prison cell as he awaited the punishment for his crime, the darkness crept in around him and the Dorian fell into total surrender at the thought of those agonized eyes. The pain of Marcel's so visibly great as to shrivel up whatever purity Dorian still found in life. His thoughts became dark, ravenous. It took days in this darkness, that image engrained in his mind, for the darkness to wholly consume him as his thirst to survive if only to stop that crying grew into his sole purpose. If he could see to only that Marcel would not cry so again, whatever fate awaited him would be alright. To do so, he'd have to live. The fighting spirit within him grew as did his sinister thoughts towards those who had caused this situation. On the final night of waiting, a low voice rose up from the darkness. "If you wish to live on, you need but stake your claim on life. Seal the deal."


Waking with a start, Dorian's body jolted violently as his eyes opened to see the fabric draping that swooped over his bed. A cold sweat beaded on his forehead and he noted all of his sheets and blankets had twisted about his form to tell of much tossing and turning. Sighing as he sat up to wipe his forehead and inhaled deeply, one of Dorian's hands rose to rest just over his chest, where his seal lie. Gritting his teeth, he stood to look out the window briefly before going to his wardrobe to choose an outfit for the day. Minutes later, he would leave his room in fitted black pants and a cream-colored button up shirt, a jacket tossed over his shoulder and hanging by one hooked finger as he strolled down the hall whistling. The cook will have a breakfast for the two of them set out by now. Dorian only wondered if Akio were awake to eat it.
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Old 09-26-2014, 10:33 PM

Akio had read for awhile, his mind slowly dulling from the events of the day. He laid back, allowing his thoughts to shift around in his head, as he looked up at the cieling. Things had begun nicely, everything according to plan. They had stopped for the night to rest, when they had been attacked. He did not know how long he had been out, before waking up here in this place. He had been chained to a wall, that demon taunting him. It had only been when he threatened another's life, that Akio had given in to staying by his own will. He had been shown around and taunted more. He sighed, it had all been a game from the beginning. After an exchange of words, they had parted for a bit.

He had become bored and curious, going to the room last shown and looking at the books. Things from there had seemed almost...peaceful. He had no idea if it had been real or not, but things had shifted. He sighed, rolling over onto his side. None of this was logical or made any sense, perhaps this was merely pure maddness. That would explain a bit indeed. He shook his head, before closing his eyes. He needed to rest, to allow his body to rest, and he realized his body was all to ready to comply. Unfortunately, his mind was not, as dark images and dreams made him unable to rest peacefully. He tossed and turned, before waking up in a cold sweat, his body heated, and unable to get his breath.

A hand went to the amulet around his neck, slowly helping him to calm. He felt the dark power and demonic nature of this place. He did not belong here, not like this. His eyes moved to the window, the light and sky had not changed much. It was still impossible to tell for him if it was day or night. It all blended together. He pushed away the covers, before standing. Making the bed, he heard a slight knock at the door and moved over to it. Unsure, he opened it slowly. There was some things sitting outside the door, but no one there. He picked up the objects, and discovered they were clothing. Seemed someone within the castle had brought him something to change into finally. Possibly thinking it would be more pleasing for their leader.

He closed the door, before unfolding the objects to study them. A pair of black pants, and a warm golden shirt that complimented his eyes. Someone had been paying attention to his appearance it seemed. Even a pair of black shoes, since his current boots were white like much of his outfit. He took a shower, cleaning and grooming himself, before placing on the clothing. He buttoned up the shirt, before examining himself in the mirror. Indeed it did look good on him, complimenting his dark hair and warmer eyes well. He added the yellow scarf around his neck this morning to complete the look, before he picked up the book from the nightstand. The one from the night before.

He hesitated, a few of the thoughts from last night coming back to him. He sighed, but figured he could not remain cooped up in here forever. He should venture out, but the warning the other had given him remained clear. He took a breath and opened the door. There was no point in hiding or fearing. He had already ventured out yesterday, so today he would explore a little further. He made his way to the stairs where they had come up the other day. Would Darius be up? Possibly out and about, his eyes moved to the doors to the man's room. Possibly he was still sleeping? There was no way to tell without checking, and he was not going to venture to the room after such suggestive comments before.

Instead he slowly moved down the stairs. Movement caught his eye and he tensed, a demon seeming to be dusting moving past. He gained a look, before the being moved on. He watched for a moment. They had probably been told they were not to touch him, the threat as he had thought before more of a hoax. If not, he could very well defend himself against a demon. It was what he had been trained to do, and this Darius would be wise not to underestimate him indeed. Moving down to the hall, some of the art he had seen before caught his eye. He paused before it, allowing his eyes to hesitate and move over some of the works that hung there.

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Old 09-27-2014, 03:29 PM

As Dorian walked down the halls of his home, humming softly and swinging the jacket he had caught over his shoulder by a finger, he passed the wide array of windows, paintings, and other suitable decor without so much as a glance in its direction. Most of it was for show, truly, for when a guest of the court came to his home it was only proper that it appeared quite regal. However, there were a few things present of personal importance to Dorian. A few things of his own that he had reclaimed after his initial descent. A small section of lesser, lower quality paintings was among one of them.

They would stand out from the others quite easily, though they were not in poor shape, per se. They just lacked the practiced finesse that the other, more lavish ones suggested. The were of scenes and people, all encompassing life in a particular village. Dorian would be shown in one of them, with much longer hair and peasant garb, though it was by no means unclean or very low in quality. It was humble. In the painting, he sat at a piano, smiling in a way that had nearly been lost to him now. It was set in his father's shop, the background of it showing off the windows and front door of the place. It had been a pleasant time, and it showed. The other paintings involved bustling cobblestone streets, people selling goods, and random bits of rather beautiful scenery. Dorian's home had at once been a humble, quiet village that had brought him much peace.

Once. Now as he sat at the head of his dining table, Dorian's gaze didn't even bother to trail over the room before him. He had come from little to so much, so he had put much care into this manor's creation, but now it was lost on him. Dorian took it for stock, compared to his memories of home. Staring down at the plated biscuit and freshly cooked eggs blankly, he let out a soft sigh and instead picked up a glass he'd filled with wine already to start his breakfast. If a demon count were to deal with mortal affairs, Dorian mused, he may as well handle it with some alcohol in his system. Not that this had any affect on him anymore, sadly.

After a few minutes, the cook reared his head curiously from the kitchens, catching Dorian's gaze for a moment. Supposing he wouldn't want to insult him, he nodded in his direction before gingerly picking up his fork and knife and giving the meal a try. He didn't truly have as much of a reliance on food as mortals. It was a rare occasion that he became hungry for material sustenance like this, but he did still take meals at regular regiments. Dorian merely needed the food to occasionally nourish his body, though his existence itself was reliant on another form of feeding. Negative emotions were what demons strove for for a reason, after all. Luckily, the priest he'd finished off the afternoon prior would do well to fill in that manner him for weeks.

Lounging in his chair at the head of the table, Dorian ate slowly, absentmindedly. The taste was good, but he couldn't exactly compliment his chef with any genuine intent, being that Dorian was not finicky when it came to what he needed for nourishment. He'd eat what he needed when he felt like it. It was that simple. Resting his chin in his palm thoughtfully, her wondered whether his house guest would be joining him. Rather, he wondered if the man would be willing to leave his room after all of this had happened. Not that the little prince hadn't demonstrated a certain amount of bravery, already. Swirling the wine in his cup lazily, a part of him thought back to the day prior and all that had happened. It had started well enough, but a part of him seemed to feel that it had ended on a much better note. Then, which was it? Was he happier that his demonstrations had seemed to find weak points in Akio, or that they had been able to somehow shift from the earlier exchanged to some sort of understanding? Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Dorian dismissed these thoughts at once. He didn't wish to know the answer.

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Old 09-28-2014, 05:21 PM

His attention was drawn to a creature who seemed to be watching him. He blinked a bit, watching the demon creature for a moment. It seemed to just watch him, before motioning with a hand and starting off down the hall. He tilted his head slightly, wondering if this was one of the beings who worked for Darius. He was not sure for a moment if he should follow, it could have possibly been a trick. A reason to lead him off somewhere where he would not be able to escape. He had heard tales of demons luering people, it was what they did. Tempt and destroy, corruption and falseness were their specialty. It stopped down the hall, turning to once more beckon him on. He sighed, might as well see what it wanted, he would be careful.

He followed along, the demon ahead of him not speaking at all, as they moved along. It did not seem to be threatening or wanting to harm him, but looks could be decieving indeed. They approached a door, and the demon stopped, before placing a hand on the door to push it open. It then took a step back, and motioned with a hand inside. Akio paused, glancing inside for a moment. He caught a glimpse of a dining hall, and of Darius. So, this was where the demon had gone...he supposed even they had to eat to, though from what he had heard, most of their choices involved either humans or animals. It was nice indeed, to see that there was another side to at least his pallet.

He turned his head to thank the demon who had shown him the way. The demon in question was already moving away. "Thank you..." he said, the demon merely lifting a hand for a moment before continuing on. It did not turn, did not speak. He wondered if there were indeed kinder demons as he had thought before. He turned his attention back to the dining hall, before stepping inside of the door. He did not for a moment lift his eyes to the demon, taking a breath, before lifing his eyes after all. "Good morning" he said, though again he was not completely sure if it was morning. "I hope you slept well..." a simple and casual enough statement, but king and natural for him as well. He did not wish ill on anyone really.

Did demons even have nightmares? He thought back for a moment to those he had had. He had not slept perfectly, but he had rested well enough. He pushed the thoughts from his head, then wondering for a moment what the day would hold. Would they return to how they had been upon first meeting? The other possibly had work to do, so Akio wondered for a moment if he would be left alone today. There was really no telling, and guessing was getting him nowhere. He would allow the other to tell him once he was ready. For now, Akio turned his attention to the windows within the room. The sky looked a bit different from this angle of the home.

Perhaps the demonic world was like many other things...many ways to it, depending on how you viewed things. Perhaps such a thing could tie into the demons as well, though time was something that would play a part as well. He smiled lightly, looking at Darius a bit, "thank you again....last night was nice..." Playing the piano toghether had indeed been plesant. "Seems we did indeed learn a bit about each other...." he left it there, perhaps he was having similar thoughts as the demon here. He turned to let him be, to let him enjoy his breakfast in peace if he desired such.

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Old 09-28-2014, 10:50 PM

As footsteps neared the entry to the dining room, Dorian glanced up in their direction briefly, unsure of whether to simply expect servants or something more. Seeing Akio wasn't beyond his thoughts, but it was still something of a surprise when he hadn't been sure what to expect of him. Sitting up a bit, Dorian's eyes glimmered with quiet curiosity at the sight before him. So, Akio had been given the new dress clothes he had requested for him. Good. The curious thing, however, was the choice his tailor made.

The tailor had seemed to know what suited his form, what highlighted his eyes, what would draw Dorian's attention. Eyes lingering on the other for a few moments, a grin passed over his face as he took in his appearance before resting his gaze back on the wine he held. It was a curious thing that he found the look attractive. Certainly, it brought out the other's physical attributes, but something about it also seemed to better showcase the softness in his form. That which was distinctly human, yet compassionate. Dorian's mind briefly trekked to the kindness he'd been shown last night, just in time to be met with more.

Lifting his eyebrows a little, Dorian's golden gaze lifted once more to Akio, and found himself with little to reply with. What could he say to that? He mused, he could twist the words delightfully, but... That wasn't what he wanted to do. "Good morning." He favored, speaking almost hesitantly, as if unsure of the words. They weren't a part of his daily vocabulary, just as thank you, please, and other such things were lost to him. "I do feel rather well-rested," he then added in reply, slowly, not bothering to admit that he hadn't had the best of nights sleep-wise. He did still feel rejuvenated, in a way. "I trust you found the room and other necessities all present, and to your liking?" Dorian then questioned, with the thoughts of merely asking if he had what he needed, though his phrasing failed to hide the hint of humanity that tugged at him this morning.

That dream had done its work on him, leaving Dorian with an ache on his collar where his seal lie throbbing. Rubbing it through his shirt gingerly, he then considered the other's next words. How Akio could have considered the encounter nice, he wasn't sure. Dorian was aware he hadn't been the most pleasant of hosts, but Akio was his captive. Akio was a human captive, a young nobleman without any demonic tendencies. They could never come to find common ground. Yet, even as he wished to think this, Dorian knew it was not particularly true after last night. There had been something nice in it, something new and perhaps a taste of what was to come.

"I... am glad you enjoyed it. I rather did, myself." He spoke again, voice a bit distant as he had a hard time accepting himself saying the words he conjured. "Perhaps we can repeat such at another time." He then suggested, almost dismissive of the subject as he cleared his throat a little and gestured to the seat at the table beside him. "Please, come, sit." Dorian spoke in something of a surprise to himself, gesturing to the seat at his right. "I'll have my chef bring you out something to eat." The standing casually, he took with the cup sitting before the empty seat he'd gestured to, walking with it over to a small cart of various beverages that stood by the corner of the room. The servant manning it nodded in response to Dorian's earlier words, walking off to find the chef to make such happen without needing an order.

"Can I offer you a drink? Milk, juice... wine, perhaps?" He questioned, glancing at Akio from over his shoulder with just a dusting of amusement in his tone. The suggestion of wine was a jest of sorts, though without ill intent. Dorian, himself, was drinking it right now for lack of better way to handle his thoughts.

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Old 09-28-2014, 11:37 PM

He caught the other watching him, for a moment he hesitated, thinking of turning back to him. He took a breath, slowing his movements. Dorian saiid that he had slept well, but something about the words made him think that they were not entirely true. The other spoke up about the room being to his liking, which was a bit surprising to him. He nodded slightly, pausing a bit. "It was nice, thank you..." the other then went on to say that he enjoyed the evening before, and went so far as to suggest doing it again. The thought brought mixed feelings into him. It sounded good, he had enjoyed playing with the other indeed, but at the same time, both seemed vulnerable on some level within the thrall of music.

He was then offered a seat and a mea, making him blink a few times. The other up already, and moving to a drink stand across the room. He moved tentively to the table, brushing a finger over the top of the chair, before he slipped it out from the table. He was asked what he wanted to drink, and he actually chuckled lightly as the other spoke up about the wine. "I have never drank before...I am still to young for such things" he says, though it was not fully uncommon for one his age to drink. "Juice is fine" he said instead, that was fine with him, looking at him for a moment as he slipped into the seat. He wondered what exactly the other would have prepared for him, he hoped it would not be to much trouble.

He would have to thank them, if he was able to. There was no telling if he would even be able to speak to any of them, or if they would be kind to him. Demons were not exactly the nicest people, but from what he had been seeing, not all of them were pure monsters either. He messed with his cuff for a moment, thinking through his next words. "Are you busy this morning?" the words slipped out before he could really think about it. He then flinched slightly at his own words. That could indeed come off odd, or make the other feel even more uncomfortable. He took a breath, glancing over at him, "I am sure you have work I mean...but I was curious about the artwork you have hanging around your home."

He had been looking at them when the demon had ushered him here. "I was thinking of examining the books once more...I do not wish to burden you if you are busy however" he did not wish to push the other to spend time with him. It was awkward enough he was sure, with the two of them at this point. He knew that the other was unsure about all of this, he was as well. The idea of a human and a demon getting along and being understanding of one another was unheard of by most. He had never really spoken to a demon before like this, but then again it kept coming around to the fact that he was Darius' prisoner. He glanced at the other once more, taking a breath.

He worried for a moment about the other's response to his words. He was a bit curious as well, what kind of work the other did, besides kidnapping people. He said he worked with those above him, who had given him the order to do this. He wondered for a moment then if they would be contacting him, or coming to see all of this for themselves. If they did, what would happen then? He sighed a bit, thinking.

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Old 09-29-2014, 12:59 AM

Hearing that his chambers had been to his liking, Dorian nodded thoughtfully. He had kept them simple, unprepared for his stay, really. It had only occurred to the demon to allow his house guest out of the cage of his dungeon and give him the guest bedroom as he had ascertained Akio's sure will on staying. Rather, when he had given his word that he'd stay after Dorian had placed a cursed mark on his superior. Thinking of such man, Dorian wondered how far his journey had taken him. He had approximated about three days for him to ride back, but would he not move with more haste than normal?

He was stirred from these thoughts as he caught the other's reply to his question, leading something of a playful smile to Dorian's face. "Too young? A samurai ages much more quickly than other men, you realize." He spoke calmly, voice maintaining a pleasant scale instead of dipping into amusement here. He meant not to threaten or mock, but instead simply stated what he felt to be true. Those on the battlefields did indeed live much shorter lives. It was a curious thing to chose for oneself, especially while viewing yourself to be too young to yet drink. Nevertheless, Dorian carefully tilted a glass decanter to pour a rich pink fluid into the glass he'd taken from Akio's place. "Pomegranate juice it is." He spoke simply, turning to face the man as he carefully set the full glass on the table before him before reseating himself.

Lounging in his chair at the head of the table, Dorian crossed his legs before him as he met the other's question. His eyes widened a tad at it, unsure of what he had meant. Did he wish to know if he was up for more interrogation of sorts? Did he want Dorian out of his pretty hair? Tapping a gloved finger to his face at the short explanation of sorts he offered a few moments later, he let out a soft sigh. "I will not be busy until later in the afternoon. I expect a few war generals to be in for some discussion." He replied shortly, curious gaze focusing in on the other man as he tried to discern what curiosity he could hold in the artwork. There wasn't truly much behind most of it. "If you'd like, I will explain what questions you have of it. We can go do such after breakfast." He replied smoothly, meaning it as more of an offer, though his tone came out a bit flat. His mind was too busy to properly address the other, too confused by what Akio would be thinking. What a strange human specimen.

Then, thoughtful once more as he thought of other work he may need to accomplish yet, he decided to go ahead and allow the other the knowledge. It couldn't hurt for him to be made aware. "Tonight, I am also expecting my supervisor to come by. Tomorrow, we three are to visit the court." He spoke calmly enough, though his gaze remained yet on Akio. What he would think of such news, Dorian was itching to know. Setting foot in a court of demons was unheard of for mortals; Akio would be the first in history to do so, and only upon Dorian's request that he bring him along. He felt it important that he not travel far without keeping tabs on him, after all, and the court was quite a trip.

Before long, a servant came out with a tray of freshly-cooked, aromatic food. He had upon it piled biscuits and eggs, toast and jams, even a bit of baked ham off to the side. Carefully, he worked to set this out for the young man as Dorian looked over his own plate with disinterest. He had been served similarly, though in smaller portions. He couldn't stomach that much food anymore. At least, not without ruing himself for clinging to that human of a prospect, anyways.

"You are free to do so, of course. My guests and I shall be meeting here. You may even accompany us, if you'd like, though I would advise against it." Dorian again spoke his mind with a sort of sympathy that he hadn't wished to show. His superiors were harsh indeed, and would not be against harming the young man in any way they found fitting. Dorian was granted custody of him, but they would not hesitate to do such. It was only natural to expect this.

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Old 09-29-2014, 11:05 PM

He looked to the other once again, as he spoke up. A samurai aged more quickly than the average man? That could be said about anyone who put themselves in the way of stress or battle. Akio's age was eighteen, he was not one for early drinking, nor drinking personally at all. He had no reason for it, and had come to see what it did to others. He sighed for a moment, he knew this concept all to well. The other said Pomergranete, and he tilted his head a bit. He had not had such juice in a while, his father hated the taste, so it was typically not present. The glass was sat before him, and he watched the other sit once more within the seat by him.

The other seemed for a moment confused on his words. To be honest, Akio was confused on them as well. He was unsure if they had come out right or not, they had been more of those he spoke before thinking them through. It did not happen often, he was more mindful of his words and how he put them. But since coming here, seemed both were doing things not quite fully like them. He replied that he was free till the afternoon. He had people of war coming in, which made Akio's eyes for a moment move to him. War as in the one with humans...his kingdom? He did not ask, allowing him to speak fully. He said he would answer his questions, Akio nodding slightly.

"Their not really questions...merely the first time I have seen art of the like...it is indeed different than that of humanity but...not entirely" he said, thinking back to the one he had been looking at. He did not look at the other, lost in his own thoughs before the other spoke up once more. His eyes turning to the other, the court? He had not heard of such a thing, but if it had to do with this demon's superior and more demons in general, he did not think it could be of anything good. He remained silent, holding the other's gaze in silence. He glanced at the servent, as he came out with the food. Akio felt a bit bad that they had gone though all this trouble. His appetite was still not large, but he should eat something.

Again, starving himself would do no good. He nodded to the server, "thank you.." he said politely, choosing a bit of fruit to fill him from the selection. He was a bit healthier in taste, and not one to eat a large amout anyways. He prefered fresh greens and fruits. So a nice bit of fruit was fine for him. His mind once more slipping a bit, he listened to the words spoken next to the other. He said he was free to go with him, but that he advised against it. It did not take a genious to figure out why. He paused and sighed, "you have your agenda, they have theirs...I understand..." he looked to him for a moment, catching his eye. "If they were to choose to harm me...there would be little you could do about it correct? Would you even desire to?" he did not expect him to answer, it was more of a redundant question.

He turned his attention back to his apple, looking at the red color of it for a moment, "I suppose eventually I will have to face them...it was their choice to go through with all of this, they are the ones who put you up to it. You chose to do it yes, but could you have made a move without their order?" He looked over to him, "you seem to have some hold yourself from the way you speak, but how far does it reach? What would happen if you were to step out of the line they have drawn for you?" He let a silence once more build, before he blinked a bit, "forgive me...it is not my place to ask...It is your business, you do not have to answer." He seemed to keep doing that, stepping out of line, speaking about things he should not. He seemed to be an expert already in making the other uncomfortable.

It partially made him uncomfortable as well. There were still many touchy subjects between the two of them. Things that touching upon seemed to unsettle the partial understanding between the two of them. He was glad that they were understanding each other more than when they first met, but it was an uneasy one as it was, since they were just building it. Speaking about things that poked into the other's personal life were possibly not the best ones to go for. Then again, the other had poked at him, but that still did not mean he would do the same. He took another slow bight, before sitting the apple down. He wondered what the other was thinking, hoping he had not really upset him. He lifted the glass, distracting himself with a small sip of juice.

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Old 09-30-2014, 12:53 AM

Hearing his explanation that he didn't exactly have questions of the art, Dorian rose an eyebrow in his direction curiously. If he had no questions, then he was unsure of why the topic was brought up. What he said was certainly true-- art in the Underworld was rather different in itself than anything above-ground. This didn't explain why he had chosen the topic, however. A curious gleam in his golden gaze, one of Dorian's glove-clad finger tapped his temple contemplatively. Akio was kind and curious, talkative when he did not need to be. Why he chose to speak up so conversationally towards him, Dorian had no clue.

The other should be feeling disgusted into silence, not conversational. Then again, things had certainly shifted in that unprecedented manner. Dorian, sighing, sat up a bit higher again, straightening his shoulders as he carefully handed his empty plate to the servant that had delivered Akio's meal. "Some pieces are from above-ground, though most are below. Art is certainly quite... different, here. In tastes and mediums." He commented thoughtfully, then crossing his legs beneath the table as he finished off his glass of wine so that he may set it down.

As Akio sighed, Dorian nodded slowly in approval of his reply. It was true, all demons had their own agendas by which they acted. While Dorian may not care to physically harm Akio, his superiors may find it distasteful that he had yet to do so. Would that become a problem? Studying the other man, he found he held a question similar to the next one he received within his mind already. Typically, if it were requested or required of him to hurt another physically, he would do so. Dorian found it tasteless, for he far preferred to keep his own hands clean when it came to dealing out punishment, but... Why was he holding this question, even within himself? He put the blame on that little warmth he had felt kinder itself the previous night.

It was a surprise to hear come from Akio, as well. He was inquisitive, yes, but he had never been so about his own well-being. Rather, this question seemed pointed at Dorian's reaction to the thought of him coming into harm. Curling the hand he had laid on the table into a fist, his eyes became a tad cold as they swerved to look over it. Knuckles shifting under his own gaze, Dorian tensed where he sat. His lord, Count Pouncell, had taken to beating others in court in the past. Yes, when a prisoner of war was caught, they were traditionally brought to court. Regardless of caretaker, he was typically the man that gave them a 'taste of demonic strength.' He felt his throat dry. Facial features further darkening, his voice came out lower as his gaze altogether avoided Akio. "A prisoner of war should expect... something of a beating in demon court."

In the past, Dorian would watch such spectacles with little thought, no feeling... Was this what disturbed him now, feeling? "I will... attempt to lessen the extent, if they will have it." He then added, in a softer tone, the coldness washing from his gaze though the darkness cast there was still present. Sighing and unclenching his fist to rise to his face, rubbing it, his composure melted and he let out a soft laugh. It was a warm noise, genuine, and it did much to soften his features as he lowered his hand again to look over at Akio. The laugh had been spurred by his insistent questions, though the tone of them was dark. He surely was a silly thing, curious and asking away. Dorian would be doing the same.

Shaking his head a little as he cleared his throat, Dorian's gaze moved back to Akio's, a thread of warmth now even present in them as he sent over a grin. "I will entertain your questions, prince. I find them... provoking." He stated, almost complimentary as he then tilted his head slightly in consideration. "As for how far this, leash of politics extends... Well, do understand my kind is bound by a hierarchical structure, in court life, much as you with royalty. Though, rules typically do not extend far. In war time, as now, is one of few times we are bound to our superiors. I could not have touched a royal of Eternia without consent, as it's a matter deeply tied to our politics." He explained casually enough, thoughtful as he considered his own sway.

"I have a reach far enough that I almost always govern my own actions, aside from court obligations. The matter of acquiring you was no obligation, but the court tomorrow is. There is something of a balance. Outside of war times, I experience a freedom unheard of, if only due to favors I have collected in the past." Dorian spoke of himself casually enough, not fully-invested in the topic, though not against answering Akio's questions. "If I directly stepped outside of my reach, however, the darkest of torments would surely be my fate." He added, well-aware of the vague nature of that statement, but not caring to elaborate on it specifically. Torment was something his soul had gotten through enough of.

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Old 10-01-2014, 07:58 PM

He began to speak about the art, saying where some of them were from. Akio remained silent for the moment, saying nothing in responce. He could not even look at the other, as he replaced his glass before the plate. The other then said something else, a prisoner of war should expect as much as something physical within a demon court. He had figred this, the other continuing on to say he would lessen the extent if they would allow it. His eyes lifted a bit, turning to Darius for a moment. He would lessen it? He had not expecting that, catching the sight of the other's hand clenching and now unclenching throughout this part of their conversation. His expression then lightened, and he seemed become amused in a sense. He found his questions provoking? Akio felt slightly foolish, so he had been asking quite a few.

He felt for a moment of apologizing, but the other's words slated this urge for the moment. He began speaking about himself, but he seemed not to be mindful much of the topic, or find it one of interest. Odd, many demons were vain, self indulgent. Now however, the other was speaking as if thee topic of himself was a less than interesting one. That perked Akio's mind a bit, causing him to pay a bit more attention to his mannerisms during the words. He said that he was bound by a tier system similar to ones that might be found in areas such as Akio's own home. It seemed he was not at the bottom, but still out of reach of the top. He was in favor for the moment, but it seemed to be more of only because he did what he was told and what others wanted or needed of him. If he stepped outside that, he would have hell to pay so to speak.

He nodded, understanding the rules of the system. He had learned quite a bit about such things when he was growing up. He was born to the king and queen, at the top of the food chain so to speak. He had been born with a semi right to do whatever he wished to in life. He had witnessed many of the other tiers in the system, the lowers did have it harder. At the same time, life at the top was not as glamorous as people thought. It seemed in some senses, this was the same between races. As well as the treatment of the races with those of other ones. A demon would not be treated kindly within the court of man either. He could not expect any special treatment, and he did not. He understood that it would be hard on him and he was prepared to take it. He expected no special treatment.

Perhaps that is what made this between them more confusing. It was nice, kind and light...like a growing odd balance between the two of them. He was still concerned about the intentions behind them, but he was not letting them rule him. He wondered what the other thought about all of this. He could tell for the most part he was caught off guard by it and confused as well, from the way he had reacted with some of what had come on between the two of them. He looked at him for a moment longer, before lowering his eyes once more to the apple he held, brushing a finger over the red skin. "I thank you...for the offer, but if it will draw ill will upon you, you needn't worry about me" he gave a small smile to him, a bit of sadness tugging behind it. "I am well aware of my position and what that means for me....I will take whatever is delt to me.." the sadness fading, replaced with a fire similar to what Darius had seen when they met.

He was afraid, but strong as well. He was aware of what might happen, and he would take it. He would not allow himself to break, not for demons. It had nothing to do with his feelings towards them, or any of what he had been taught or the views on them. It was his personal feelings. He was prince, to be king one day. He was a samurai and alive. He was not going to let himself die, he was going to fight and stay strong, for his people and for himself. He takes a breath, shaking off the darker mood with a lighter tone in his words now. "Have you ever attempted art of your own? Besides music?" he chuckled a bit, imagining for a moment the other doodling stick figures or something on a canvas. He had done some painting in his past, he did seem skilled at it, but he had not done much of it like his piano work since he had become a samurai.

He had been trained on many such subjects, things that were considered high classed or propper in society. Many of them would not really have been skills useful for him when he became king, he believed part of it was busy work. He had spent much of his time with toutors, learning and having things decided for him. He had gone along with it for years, allowing his father to control his life for the most part. However, he had grown more independant. Slowly, but he had gained confidence in himself and his choices. It was because of these, that he was able to finally stand up to his father and follow his dream. He wondered for a moment then, if the other had a dream. What was his hope and goal for the future? What did he desire out of life? Akio glanced at him once, watching him for a moment in silence.

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As the other studied the apple, Dorian's gaze focused as one of Akio's slender fingers trailed across its skin. It was a soft touch, a caress of sorts. Briefly, his mind wandered to the point at which Akio had brushed his cheek with that sense of tenderness. The warmth in his chest grew for a moment, the skin of his cheek tingling as if it were still there. He was vaguely aware of his own hand rising to rest on his cheek, rubbing it thoughtfully got a moment before voice in the back of his mind reared and clear these thoughts away. Sighing, both disgusted and confused, his golden eyes instead rolled upwards casually, preferring to look about the room in place of the other man for the moment as he was spoken to.

He was surprised that Akio seemed to dismiss his offer of lessening the extent of his punishment, thanking him, but appearing to feel as if the help wasn't needed. Slowly, he allowed his gaze to return to him for a moment, quiet. There was a fire lingering in his eyes, that drive he had seen previously on a few accounts. It was the reaction he'd gotten from prodding away at him yesterday, the determination of a warrior. Face held blank in a calm expression, he seemed to etch those eyes into memory. They weren't blue, but... Dorian's jaw clenched, his fist again curling as he fought what had crossed his mind. How dare he associate this samurai with his memories of his human love. How dare he even begin to.

"How... noble of you." Dorian responded with care, a compliment but not spoken as lightly as such. There was an edge in his voice, a darkness that remembered all too clearly what nobility had brought him in life. A darkness that remembered Marcel, his cruel fate, and how he had just now had a moment of relation of Akio to this. After a few moments, the thoughts passed, fist again uncurling and this time moving to rest casually in his lip as his gaze lifted to meet the other's. His jaw relaxed itself, instead the earlier intensity moved into his gaze, confused yet oddly nurtured by the other's declaration that he'd take the pain. That was bravery. Some part of Dorian still admired seeing a brave man accepting fate; another, larger part of him appreciated seeing Akio's will to fight his.

"Nevertheless, I reckon I will still attempt to assist you." He spoke calmly, this time his voice more distant as he finally came to admit some level of good intent. The mood lightened between them, something Dorian savored, if only because they swept him from his torn thoughts and back into casual conversation. Communication this way was much easier on him when he didn't come to think about it. It seemed to drift naturally between them, if still awkward. A curious situation, they had. As he was questioned over art, Dorian chuckled a bit alongside Akio, shaking his head as he sighed softly. "Oh, I have attempted it, but no, I never had much of a talent. I do take pleasure in others' work, but none of my own." He admitted, thoughts stirring back to his youth in a manner now more openly fond. He didn't think-- he let his mind wander, and this was what let Dorian finally come to relax his posture and drown his confusion.

"What of yourself?" He returned the question curiously, wandering what had roused the subject. Did Akio have something of an artist within him? He considered it wouldn't be beyond the man, easily picturing him standing behind an easel. Akio had made mention of what art he saw earlier, Dorian remembered. It was only then that Dorian's mind drifted to the paintings he had kept of Marcel's, those hanging along some of his walls as they spoke now. However, for once, the memory brought him no pain or raging of emotions. In Akio's presence, here and now, he focused and remained calmed. He found some sanctuary from his thoughts in focusing on his presence, an unprecedented notion.

"If you would like, since you seemed curious, I have the time now to explain some of the pieces you might've seen earlier. Or, perhaps you'd like to go to the study once more?" Dorian suggested, a bit of warmth trailing into his tone. Curiosity danced in his eyes and one of his eyebrows lifted slightly in the other's direction, wandering if he dared to spend non-obligatory time in his presence again. He didn't wait for the other to reply as he stood, slipping up from his chair in a smooth motion and casually moving to exit the dining room. As he passed behind Akio, one of his hands trailed along the edge of his seat back, finger brushing against Akio's back in a casual manner he hadn't planned. At the end of the seat back, he lingered for but an extra second, casting a curious glance back at him before shaking his head to himself and continuing on his way towards the room's entrance.

If he hadn't received an answer by then, he'd turn on his heel and wait calmly there, gaze cast curiously yet on Akio.

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Akio watched for a moment. The way the other reacted to his words, made him pause. The change in his attitude, his features. His hands clenching, then those words...Noble? He could hear the sarchasim and disgust dripping behind it. Part of that did sting, his own look saddening slightly, for a fraction of a moment. Not because the other had not thought his words and actions good overall...but due to the reaction. It once more tugged at him, that there was something the other was holding back. Something more to him, but asking would get him nowhere. He did not wish to drag up anything painful for the other..nor did he wish to anger him. He watched for a moment more, his curiosity torn with his worry for the other.

Odd, he should not be feeling concerned or worried for a demon..but he was. It was natural for him, to care for people..to hate to see them hurt or upset. He was not going to be cold based merely on race or anything. Still...what would his father think? His mood then shifted, as he spoke once more. He said he would attempt to assist him anyways. Why? Why would the other help...what did he gain for helping him? He watched, as he unclenched his fist and seemed to calm. He answered the question of art, saying that he had not done much of his own work. He then asked if Akio himself had. He nodded a bit, "I have done some work in the past yes..."

His eyes remained on the other, as he seemed to be a bit distant once more. He said he would explain some of the pieces, or that the two of them could return to the study from the night before. The other left it up to him, saying if he would like... Why would the other have wished to spend time with him? He remained seated for a moment, as the other stood, and moved past him. The hand on the back of the chair made him tense very slightly, but not in a negative manner, nor one that would probably be noticed. The finger brushing against him, his eyes widened very slightly, unseen by the other since he was not facing him. He felt the other pause, and could not find himself to look at him.

That touch...he felt something in it, for a moment like the other wanted to say something...but then he moved on. Akio finally glanced over, once more composed. The other by the door, he would stand himself. He had not eaten much, but he was fine. Moving over, he stood before the other for a moment, still in silence, only their eyes meeting. He then nodded, slipping past him. "Perhaps you could speak on the way up then?" he says, slipping out the door. He had made a choice, willingly agreeing to return to that room with the piano. To return there with this man...this demon. They could speak about the paintings on the way, and perhaps something else once there.

He did not know what the other would plan once they did reach the room...More music? His mind fluttering back to the night before for a moment. Perhaps he could do a sketch of the other while he played. He chuckled slightly, what would the other say about that? He paused a bit down the hall, before a painting he had seen. It was of a grassy field, a single tree standing alone, with what looked to be vines wrapping up the trunk and over the branches. There were no leaves, but on the vines were roses, crimson in color. The light within the painting giving it a beautiful and eerie tone all at once, as he looked at it. He wondered who had painted it. It gave an air of beauty and sadness....happiness and heartache at the same time.

Had the other kept such a painting for a special reason? Or was it merely just there for taking up space. He glanced back at Darius, his eyes on him now. This demon...He watched in silence for the moment, sure the other would be following him moments after passing, if he did not get distracted in thought. He wanted to ask him something. Turning to face him, he brushed his hand against the wall and flinched. Glancing down at his hand, a light bead of blood formed on his finger. Looking at the wall, there were no nails or hitches he should have gotten cut on. That was strange...the wound stinging a bit, he had nothing to clean the wound. He reached his free hand up to his scarf. Seemed he would have to use it.

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So, the young man was an artist in multiple manners, then. Dorian's thoughts seemed to welcome the idea, matching the bits of a scene he'd drawn in his mind. Yes, Akio did seem the type to stand behind an easel, to bend over a sketchpad... He had to have some art supplied for the man somewhere, no? It was silly idea, he soon realized, and one that he needn't allow his thoughts to encourage. He didn't have to supply the prince with anything to do, in the least. In fact, Dorian could be using this time to prey on some young nuns, to make a snack of that older samurai. He was well aware of this, and the little voice in the back of his head pushed him towards that sort of action, but he knew he had no wish to leave. He wanted to see what came of this afternoon.

No, he simply had to. As Akio stood for their eyes to meet for a short silence, Dorian's upper lip curled. He was grinning, and surprisingly enough, it was due to no ill intent. "I can certainly manage that." He spoke in simple reply as he allowed Akio to step out past him, though his curious gaze lingered on his form. As he passed, Dorian paused there in the doorway for a moment, watching him. He was kindling a sort of... fondness for him, despite his instincts. This, of course, not something he'd allow himself to simply accept so it was not allowed within his realm of conscious thought. Rather, he buried the thought in the recesses of his mind and forgot the confusion of the circumstances. He was to relax and allow his curiosity to roam about this man, to relax while it was allowed for. After a few moments, he moved to casually trail after the other, his thumbs slipped in the back hem of his pants in a relaxed manner as he caught up to Akio's pace.

He paused at the other's side as he came to a stop in front of a particular painting, catching first a chuckle from him that lead Dorian to lift a curious eyebrow. What had that been about? His grin broadened unbeknownst to him as he lifted his gaze to look up at the work Akio had decided to stop before. However, as his lips parted to ask if he wished to know of it, Akio turned towards him. Gaze catching a sudden movement, his gaze lowered to look over Akio instead, curious of what had happened. Upon seeing the bead of blood forming on the other's finger, he reached out to gently grasp Akio's injured hand (if amulet-allowed), holding its wrist with gentle fingers as his free hand moved to gently grab the wrist of the hand he'd brought up to his scarf. "Don't dirty that. Allow me." He urged calmly, then releasing the second hand to reach into his pants pocket.

Dorian produced a simple white handkerchief, folding its top over once before bringing it to gently press on the small wound Akio had gotten, dabbing up the blood and adding a bit of pressure there to staunch the little flow it had. He stood there quietly for a few moments, gaze trained upon the injured fingertip as he pressed the handkerchief to it, both of his hands gentle and moving with care as he tended to Akio. He thought not of it, really, compelled into action by his own will as he only now looked up to Akio's face. They were standing closer now, perhaps a bit closer than comfort would be found at, but Dorian didn't pay that much mind. Instead, he was focused on the warm, soft feel of Akio's skin as his fingers wrapped about his hands.

After a few moments, he gently withdrew the handkerchief to rip it, shearing it into a fourth of its size and moving to gently wrap it over the wounded finger, tying a small knot to secure it. Once this was done, he slipped what was left of the fabric back into his pocket, only to realize he still tenderly held Akio's wrist. He paused here for a moment, looking between their hands before letting go of the wrist. Sliding his own hands into his pockets, he cleared his throat a little as his gaze swerved to the wall. "Did you see what did this?" He questioned finally, one of his hands moving on its own to gently run his palm over the wall.

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He was fully ready to take care of it himself, when suddenly his wrist was taken ahold of. Then the other. He froze, looking down at the two hands that held his wrists, not in a threatening or painful manner. He did not feel threatened by it, or afraid at all, the amulet not acting up, as the other released his one wrist, to retrieve a hankerchief from his pocket. He said nothing, silent as the other used the piece of cloth to begin dabbing at his finger. He flinched for a moment, the sting building, but it slowly then began to subside. His eyes lifted, watching the other as he tended to his finger. He watched his expressions, his mannerisms. He was surprised, and...something else. He could not place what it was thought. For a moment it felt like the rest of the world faded a bit.

He ripped the cloth, placing it around his finger, before tying it. He glanced down at the little piece of cloth now upon his finger. The other's hand still on his, a warmth of its own behind it. Lingering on each other for a moment, before he let go. He was asked what that was, but Akio could not answer. The other running a hand over the wall, nothing would be felt upon it. He glanced at the wall himself, before back at him. It still felt odd, the hand curling in for a moment, against his chest. "Thank you..." he said instead of answering him, his eyes on Darius before him. The other had helped to ease a wound..even though it was nothing to serious or big. The other had decided upon trying to help him..on actually helping him...instead of some comment or something.

He was silent then for another moment, a warmth inside of him growing a bit as they stood there. He then realized that they were indeed a bit close, able to practically feel the warmth of each other's bodies. "Ah.." he took a step back, a flutter spurring in his heart. "I saw nothing..." he says, adverting his eyes to the wall once more. "Forgive me.." why he was apologizing, he did not know. Maybe because of what had happened, a bit of heat rising to his face with his embarassment. He turned away a bit, to hide a blush of embarrassment that might be rising to his cheeks. He had let the other get close to him again...the other had helped him, without being asked. He had given something of his own to clean and wrap the injury, not wishing for him to dirty his own scarf.

And he had liked it. Akio took a breath, his mind focusing on the feeling inside of him. He had liked the other close, helping him...he had found it kind and charming...almost...He stopped himself, pushing the thought from his mind, as he composed himself a bit. His hand once more aganst his chest a bit, without him even thinking about it. The other had not seemed to have minded or even thought about what had been happening. He could not make this all the more awkward with his foolish thoughts. The other was a demon, he a prince...a prisoner. This was foolish, very foolish indeed. He turned, looking to him. "Thank you though...for your assistance...you did not have to help me but you did, and for that I am grateful.." his eyes lingered on his for a moment, a light overhead casting a warm glow on him and catching in his eyes as he did so.

He gave a warm smile then, moving over to him. He reached out of his own will, taking his hand away from the hall. The warmth of their hands brushing together once more at the contact. "Probably just a clumsy accident" he chuckled a bit, "seems to be a human trait hmm?" He mused the words, poking slight fun at himself and within something that might happen to anyone. He held his hand for a moment, lifting it to look for a moment at it. "It might be odd...and out of place but...you are warm..." he placed his hand for a moment, so that their palms met, fingers aligning. They matched up well, though Akio's slightly smaller. "Stories picture demons as cold...in more than just soul and mind" he looked at him, "perhaps...."

He let the thought stop there, lowering his hand from the other's. "Sorry.." he chuckled a bit at his foolishness, turning back to the stairs. "Shall we move on then? Wasting time with my foolishness is not going to get us anywhere hmm?" he chuckled once more, glancing back at him for a moment. He placed a hand on the banistar at the end of the stairs. He let their eyes meet and linger once more, before he slipped away and moved up the stairs. Out of sight of the other for the moment, his eyes adverted, his mind wandering a bit once more. What was this feeling that was beginning to stir inside of him?

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Old 10-03-2014, 11:46 PM

Dorian's palm stopped where it was pressed along the wall as he heard Akio speak up in thanks, his gaze trailing back to the other with a small sort of smile. "Of course." He replied, nodding slightly as his gaze fixed on the other's, though he wished for nothing more than to avert his gaze. He felt his something bubble in his stomach, pleasant and nerve-wracking all at once, as he attempted to hide it. It was a brush of embarrassment, and it showed in the sheepish sort of smile he had replied with. His gaze caught the other bringing his hand to his heart, then trailed up to his facial features once more, not speaking but not feeling the need to as he let himself just take him in. Then, Akio took a step backwards.

The warmth in the more intimate space they'd shared dimmed as he did this, leaving Dorian blinking curiously as the smile left his face. He would have mentally scolded his self for his actions, if not for this sudden reaction from Akio. Chuckling lowly as one of his hands casually rubbed one of his cheeks, Dorian attempted to brush it off. "That's quite alright, I might send someone to take a look at it later." He began, then hesitated, finding his words for a moment. "You did nothing wrong." His gaze tended towards Akio, words perhaps coming across with a bit more weight than he'd meant. It was an accident that he had gotten hurt, but Dorian admittedly hadn't seen anything wrong in their proximity... Oh, but that was nonsense. He bit his bottom lip in thought, not sure what to think or say in the situation as his gaze for a moment trailed to the floor.

When he heard words of thanks yet again, his gaze lifted back up with ease to Akio, gaze held wide as he caught how he appeared in the light just so. It complimented him well, lit his skin lightly, made his piercing eyes shine, and it all had Dorian's stomach in a knot. He swallowed. His lips parted naturally, about to brush off the thanks, the whole thing-- yet, he stopped himself this time. Sighing softly, he instead lifted one of his hands to rub the back of his head, ruffling his hair a bit in the process. "You're welcome, Akio." He tested, and decided that perhaps that was enough of a start for him. A grin made its way back to his face as he looked onto the other, warmth in his features as the sinister sort of curiosity in his eyes had finally fully given way to a more boyish sense of it. An adolescent sheen, not unlike that which Dorian found in Akio's at times.

The other's hand making contact with his was a surprise, but thankfully not enough of one to make him flinch. Instead, he watched their hands curiously, gaze moving to Akio once he had made the move to hold his once it had parted from the wall. Again warmth surged through him, and he etched into his mind the softness of the other's hand. He knew, vaguely, that it was something he wished to remember. "A human trait, eh?" He chuckled lightly, shrugging with a touch of playfulness, "I wouldn't be surprised if it were." Dorian's composure had calmed, finding the warmth of the situation oddly soothing as his earlier anxiety backed down. Akio had initiated this, decided to lift his hand for study, consented to spending time alongside him. It all made his head spin, but in a dizzy sort of human fashion he hadn't felt in quite a long time. He felt he was rather fond of it.

Dorian allowed Akio to do what he wished with his hand, instead only onlooking curiously and finding himself relishing the warmth of the other's palm pressed to his. Their hands, he found, were not all that different. As Akio spoke up, he mused that perhaps he had found something similar out. Just perhaps. As he noted that demons were made out to be cold, Dorian lifted his curious gaze to the other's face, unsure of what to make of his words. His lack of speech created a moment of silence. Then, all too quickly, the other's hand slipped away. Dorian's fingers curled as if to catch it in his own again, but upon further hesitation, did not as they both allowed their hands to drop. What he had been thinking, he didn't know,but he cursed himself for even that small gesture. What was he doing? With one quick glance at Akio, heart still warmed even as darker thoughts crossed his mind, he found his answer.

"I do still retain my human form, as very few do." He mentioned finally, also chuckling as he began to follow the other up the stairs. "I can see why we'd be described as such, though." That thought had him shaking his head a little, considering all that Akio had said. His foolishness-- did he view those moments foolish? Dorian took some heart to this, a bit of a frown forming on his face though he quickly shooed it away. He, too, had found it foolish. At least, that was what he convinced himself. "I do not... find you foolish." Dorian managed softly moments later, though he neglected to speak more on the topic. Admitting he had enjoyed the warmth of the other, holding his hand, that was beyond him. He feared he had already said too much just in that.

"The painting, the one you had stopped before," he then began thoughtfully, imagining it now as he wandered if Akio had initially meant to ask of it. "It was done by one of the court here, an artist I patron once in a while. It was the first I'd purchased for my home." He spoke casually of it, not into the details or price of it as some may, instead seeming to suggest what it meant to him. "It reminded me of humanity, in a way. Looking back at it all..." His voice trailed off a little, his hand again raising to rub the mark he knew lie hidden beneath his collar bone. It ached in times of his thoughts on the subject, a phantom pain from when he received it. Life could be both beautiful and cruel, but for Dorian it had certainly been fleeting. At least, his human life had been.

As they arrived at the top of the stairs, Dorian caught up to Akio, stepping up beside him as they reached the second floor.
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He had been told that he did nothing wrong. The thank you coming with the use of his name, with no edge or sarcasim behind it. Hearing it come from the other was nice, it made his heart give a slight skip. He watch the other smile, seeming to be happy about their closeness and touch as well. He enjoyed the look of the other, the two of them amused at the situation. For a moment, it seemed like they were on the same plane. For a moment, he caught the idea the other wanted to stop him from pulling away, but did not. Part of him silently wishing that he in fact had...but what would that do?

Confusion and hesitation, both of their minds seemed to be clouded by thoughts. He wondered once more what was running through the other's mind, though he did not ask once more. When he followed, Akio glanced back at him. Human form hmm? Akio knew there were various forms for a demon. Some took the form of animals, others of humans...sometimes how one became a demon or was created as a demon imposed upon their features. Did this man have another form then? He watched him, pondering for a moment what such a form might look like with the other.

When he said he did not find him foolish, Akio paused at the top of the stairs. His body freezing, as they reached the second landing. He glanced at the other, but he had already gone on to talk about the painting. Speaking that it was one of someone he knew. He watched him for a moment. His mind still on the words from a bit earlier. He did not find him foolish? He nodded, "it is beautiful...and I do not find you foolish either.." he slipped in the words himself, before he glanced down the hall in the direction of the room where the piano was.

He paused for a moment, before he began walking again. "I believe you are holding back however...you believe yourself to be foolish?" he said as he walked, "perhaps confusion and doubt is another thing that we have in common." He brushed off his words a moment later, not forcing the other to speak more on the subject. "I read more into the book" he said instead, changing the subject. "It is indeed quite the romantic story..." he smiled warmly, "everyone wishes to find love in life...acceptance and a place to belong." He paused, realizing that the two of these thoughts could tie into one another.

He paused at the door, turning to look back at him. "Have you ever been in love?" it was a loaded question. He knew it even before he asked it. After a moment he shook his head, "seems I am letting my curiosity and questions get the better of me again...but you are quite the interesting subject, I hope I have not bored you in your curiosity either." Slipping inside, he moved over to the window. His eyes looked out at the sky, watching the colors for a moment as they swirled against each other and over one another.

Why was he curious? Why did he even care? The other in love? He could see the glimors of memories pass across the other, as he watched him. He wondered if at times this reminded him of something. He was glad if he could help with plesant memories...but at the same time he did not wish to be compaired to something else forever...held to a standard or an image. He was not another...not any other human. Just as Dorian was not just any other demon. He sighed, perhaps he should just remain silent for a bit.

The other had tollerated his questions so far. Found them humorous and curious...but he knew he was pressing his luck. His eyes lowered to his hand, to the little piece of cloth wrapped around his finger. He closed his eyes, whispering something under his breath. The words coming from him without much volume, before he turned back towards the door to see if the other had followed. Had he upset him? Broken the calm and the good mood between them. He hoped not...it seemed they were just beginning to be alright.

The other seemed to like it to, the peace growing between them. The two of them alone seemed to be shifting from a scene of hostility to one of more understanding and kindness. But the other had said that others would be coming. He was having war members over today, and then tomorrow Akio would be forced to go to a demon court, where he could all but expect to be beaten. He frowned for a moment, wondering what would happen then. Things would change once more, just when they were ok now.

He wondered how the other would feel, what he would think. He did not expect to be treated with kindness when the other demons showed up. He did not know what to expect fully, but he would not bow to their will...not the will of war and violence. He could not expect Dorian to step in. He had said he would try to lessen the wounds, but that would put him at risk as well. Akio did not wish that, even if they were supposed to be....He stopped the thought, for a moment his mind pausing in silence.

Enemies...they were enemies. He was still a prisoner, he was being held in war, and his friends and fellow samurai had been killed by this man... What was he thinking? What was he doing? He closed his eyes for a moment. The confusion once more bubbling up into him. What would happen to his kingdom....what would happen to his people...his father? He felt a pang in his heart, did his father even know yet? He could not leave for the concequences he had agreed to.

Dorian had said he did not have intentions to kill him. But he was sure these others did...if the time came, would Dorian kill him? Would he allow it? He had no ties to Akio...no reason to save his life or protect him... He would and could not blame him for stepping aside, it was a job for him. All of this was a job. He had agreed to do this as such, it was not friendly nor a social visit. Akio kept replaying facts over in his mind, but he still tried...continued to hope and try to find a light in this twisted darkness.
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Old 10-04-2014, 01:03 AM

As Akio paused on the stair landing, Dorian stopped where he stood on the stair behind him, looking up to meet the other's gaze curiously. His words were surprising, especially to add the had didn't find him a fool. Dorian hadn't said as such, but... He had been thinking this all the while. Warming while speaking to him, saying he'd defend him, nursing his insignificant wound, allowing their casual touches, all of it he had had to deem as foolish to allow to happen in spite of his nature. He was drowning the voice of reason inside of his head, dousing it by allowing himself to think of it all as foolish, as the rest of him had been thriving in the bliss of knowing it was not. There was nothing foolish about the warmth that mingled in his stomach whenever he was this near to Akio. It was, however, astonishingly and distinctly human.

"Thank you." He managed breathily, clearly taken aback, pausing where he stood even as the other moved on down the hall. After hearing his next words, Dorian's eyebrows came to furrow slightly, gaze trailing after his footsteps on the floor as he casually followed along behind in Akio's direction. His thoughts, spurred by the other's words, all weighed down on him. Hard. Yes, he was holding back. He was hiding himself, shielding himself from this inner conflict by trying to be oblivious of it. Yes, he found himself foolish. He had long ago taught himself that he was never to know love again, never to be understood by a human, and now he was allowing himself to think it possible. Yes, the book was perhaps the most romantic story he'd ever heard. He had at once dreamed that Marcel would be able to accept him in this new form, that their love could rekindle.

Dorian stood just outside the door as Akio swung the final hit. Yes, he had at once been in love. The look in Akio's eyes at the time told him that he already knew it, too. Frozen there, storm clouds sweeping the rubble of his thoughts about recklessly, Dorian felt his mouth dry as the words shriveled on his tongue. Then, Akio was moving away from him again. He went to stand by the window, the light cast down upon him as lovely as it had been minutes earlier, but this time also striking his silhouette in a manner that Dorian couldn't help but... admire. Slowly, he came to, though his composure was now in horrid shambles. One of his hands rose to clutch at the fabric of his shirt below his collar, over his heart, but also where he had been feeling an ache he wasn't now accustomed to. His gaze drifted about the room, up along the shelves, everywhere but Akio.

Nothing he could say could make this right, he knew. Dorian was his captor, had killed his fellow samurai, had made a threat on the life of a comrade of his in order to hold him here, was to take him to court for a beating, to introduce him to his superiors to do what they will with... His insides raged as he moved to sit at the piano stool, feeling quite weak. Maybe ill. The hand he had clutched at his chest moved to roughly unbutton the first few of his shirt carelessly, nearly ripping them from the fabric as his palm sought to put its pressure directly on the mark itself. It glowed dimly from where he sat, telling of the struggle of emotions within him. It was a weakness, Dorian knew, a weakness he hadn't had in over a hundred years, to have this mark reacting to such frail emotions.

As he closed his eyes, the pair of blue ones popped back into his head as the thought of Marcel ate away at him. However, after replaying moments of earlier, the pair of eyes seared into his mind became that of another. Opening his eyes after a few moments, he stood abruptly to approach Akio. He walked at a casual pace, his motions unplanned as he took to standing beside the other. Slowly, after a moment of silence, he allowed his gaze to rest on him as one of his hands gently came to rest on his nearest shoulder. "You are not wrong, of any of it." He spoke with weight, golden gaze for once losing their curiosity as the depth in his eyes instead told of his confusion, torn between the warmth of the present and the darkness of his being. "I have been holding quite a bit in." He then added, sighing softly before allowing himself to grin at the other.

Akio was not Marcel. He was not Marcel, he would not replace him, and Dorian would not have wished that in any circumstance. He was for the moment acutely aware that the warmth he felt right now was due solely to Akio, and he thought he deserved at least enough to know that. The hand he had placed on his shoulder moved to gently grip it, a firm yet tender gesture as his golden gaze studied the man before him. "I am not... bored by your presence. I have not felt this warm for quite some time." He admitted in softer tone, voice smooth but lacking spite or any edge.

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Old 10-04-2014, 02:40 AM

Akio took a breath, opening his eyes a bit after thoughts swirled around like a dark cloud. He allowed himself to calm a bit, as his eyes moved to the door. However, the other was not there, glancing around, he found him on the piano stool. The hand pulling open his shirt a bit made Akio's eyes widen a bit, a light blush rising to his cheeks for a moment. Was the other ok? He did not speak, watching as a slight glow came from his skin. What was that? He took a half step forward, curious once more. However, he paused as the other opened his eyes. He had said an actual thank you before, words he had not expected to hear.

Now, he was standing, moving close once more, so that Akio almost took a step back in surprise. He looked at Dorian, who looked back. A hand moving to his shoulder, caused him to glance at it. The man was touching him...close to him of his own will. Now sepaking that he was right, that he had been holding in a lot. The grip tightened a bit, as the other said he was not bored by Akio being there. He mentioned a warmth, and for a moment, Akio looked at him. Another silence building between the two of them. The light outside on them, he looked into those eyes of the demon, taking in what he had not looked to closely at before.

The other was handsome...demons were often times to be as much, tempting others to their doom. He had asked the other if he had been in love, which for a moment made him think of his own life. "What is love..." he whispered, the words even surprising himself. He had been left in a cage all his life, bound by rules and order, to be a prince and in the eye of a kingdom. He had been watched, governed, forced to follow a path placed before him since day one. He placed his hand over the other's slowly, glancing for a moment at the small piece of cloth on a finger there. "Foolish indeed....to speak of such things I have never been able to feel for myself" he said.

"Places...people...adventures.... I have only ever been able to live within books and music...while being kept behind bars of circumstances" he looked up at him. "Pathetic of me as well to feel so...confused and uncertain...when there are others far worse off in life" he let his hand remain on Dorian's. "I am thankful for what I have...the blessings I have recieved...even if things are not ideal...there are always the little things that make it worth it in the end" he looked out the window. "My people....the chance that I can make a difference...to make it better for those who can not help themselves" he paused, "I have a chance to do something with my life...to make something good out of an un ideal situation."

His eyes returned to Dorian, "as do you....there must have been some good things...perhaps there still are, if you would allow yourself to recognize and feel them." He hesitated, lifting his free hand up to gently brush his fingers over the front of his open shirt, over the mark upon his skin. "No one owns your life...it is yours to decide in the end...to choose what you make of it" he looks up at him agian, "to truly be like all the rest...or to be a man of your own. One that you can look at everyday and not be ashamed of or confused about...Someone you can be proud of."

He adverted his eyes, "I am not preaching....it is your life, you are free to chose your own path as is everyone. I am your prisoner, I gave my word that I would not leave, and I will take whatever comes with that." He took a breath, "no matter my fate, even if in the end it is death, I will be happy to have gotten to have the strength to step outside of the will of others. And to have gotten to meet quite an interesting demon." He gave a warm smile, happiness in it, and kindness. "I am happy to have met you, even if it is not ideal in circumstance either....I do not believe you are purely as dark as you pretend to be...where there is darkness, there is also light."

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Old 10-04-2014, 04:01 AM

As his action was met with Akio's gaze, and no apparent distaste, a grin of sorts slid up along Dorian's lips. How he could handle this, this situation he found himself in, and still find it in himself to be kind was remarkable. It was truly something else. Akio was a strong, handsome young man... Dorian took this in now as he looked down at the other, again finding the light to suit him nicely. His free hand for a moment rose to gently brush past his cheek, thumb sliding along the soft skin there before he hesitantly removed his hand to meet Akio's whisper. What was love?

Dorian's eyes widened just a bit, but in truth perhaps this should be no surprise. Akio was a mere young man still, and not all get the chance for it in that time frame. Some died without it. "Perhaps you have not, but that does not mean your words were ill-placed." He spoke slowly after a moment, admitting once more that the other had indeed pegged him correctly. How he had taken such care into reading him, his emotions, Dorian didn't know. He just accepted it. Then began something a rather touching glimpse into his life, the restraints and responsibility he had lived under. Has lived under, Dorian noted to correct his thoughts, this young man was not on death's door. He wouldn't accept that thought. At the feeling of the other's hand resting atop his, he felt himself warm just a touch more again, distraught and yet oddly at peace here. He'd never been in a situation quite like this, no matter his years. Gaze moving to Akio, he had no words to speak of after he had mentioned his... unideal situation. It took no ingenuity for Dorian to understand that this circumstance was one he had put the prince in.

His jaw tensed at this, gaze moving to the safety of the window as he attempted in vain to find the right words. There simply were none. He couldn't correct his crimes against him, and he shouldn't want to, but Dorian now felt the weight of his impact here. He felt it in the cold backlash to the warmth he had felt but moments earlier. Even as he felt Akio's hand move to touch over his demonic seal, a surprising gesture, Dorian would not allow him his gaze. How could he? Even so, he couldn't help but to shift his gaze to him after his tone took a sudden lift in optimism. He was met with a warm smile. It was a stab to his heart, truly, but the sight still warmed him. He didn't know how something that made him feel so vile could warm him so.

Lacking words, at first, to reply to others he had said, Dorian began with what was easiest. "I am glad to have met you, as well." He admitted with a gentle voice, the confusion in his eyes twisting as he felt his insides curdle in distaste with the situation. This time, it was both his instincts and the human parts of him working in sync, one yelling that he shouldn't feel so fondly for a human while the other screamed that he had treated the young man cruelly. What could possibly make this right? Dorian couldn't. Instead, he hesitantly rose one of his hands to place atop the one Akio had set on his chest, his fingers curling around it gently to hold it there. "I may not have done you any favors, but you will be returned home alive." He spoke moments later, voice stronger as determination lit his gaze. This was the very least he could accomplish.

Then, sighing softly, he grinned. "If only things were simpler." He spoke briefly of how Akio claimed he could be good-- as if it were not something Dorian was capable of. Why, with his instincts now, he supposed maybe he wasn't. Even so, demons were not inherently good. "I was once a kind young man, but Hell has a way of twisting things." He spoke lowly, with distaste, the seal on his chest warming. It would not burn, but it hinted at the ability to do so. "Nevertheless," He spoke again, recalling what Akio had spoken of about his people, about being grateful, "I am sure your people will admire your kind heart. Besides, this experience may be something of an adventure to tell, no?" He chuckled a little, doubt crossing his mind once more as he gently took the hand Akio had placed on his chest, held it, then let it go as he turned to walk a few steps further into the room.

One of his hands rose to touch his brow, rubbing it gently as he caught the smallest echo of footsteps. After a few moments, it would be evident to him that someone was approaching the door. Buttoning the top buttons of his shirt once more, Dorian straightened it up before sighing and turning on his heel to promptly greet the servant that opened the door.

"Sire, General Togami and Commander Celes have arrived for the conference." He spoke up hesitantly.

"Very well, then. Send them to the--" Dorian began dismissively, but was interrupted.

"My apologies, my lord, but they're already--" The servant tried to explain, but a firm hand planted itself on the wood of the door, directly over his head as a figure appeared behind him. It was a man in a uniform not unlike Dorian's, in deeper colors of blacks and grey. He looked quite human, with the exception of patched scales rising about skin level in deep tones. He had a shock of blond hair atop his head, and icy blue, slanted eyes. A mischievous, darker glint lit Dorian's eyes at his mere presence, this court equal of his. The two had many strange face-offs of sorts, exchanges that tested one another. This would prove to be another one for the record.

Dorian recognized this man easily, stepping forwards to nod at him. "General Togami, a pleasure. You always seem to invite yourself in."

The man laughed darkly, eyes locking onto Akio's form as he stepped into the room. "I don't like being kept waiting, Arnoult."

"Please, friend, it's Dorian." He insisted.

"Then, friend, do call me Byakuya next time... This is your new play thing, yes?" Togami's attention turned too quickly for Dorian's liking, a scowl of sorts lining his lips as he glanced back at Akio hesitantly. This was his means of a nonverbal apology, before his gaze shifted back to the other man.

"Indeed. Prince Akio, of Eternia." He introduced calmly.

"He's a cute one. Have you had him yet?" Byakuya intruded all too quickly, a vile man truly, even by demon standards. He was cut off swiftly.

"If you would, let's move on to the conference room. I don't like having my meals eye-balled." Dorian insisted, gesturing politely towards the door.

Byakuya shifted where he stood for a moment before taking a step closer to Akio, now standing beside Dorian in the center of the room. "Byakuya Togami, General of the Central Demon Horde. It's a pleasure, little prince." He spoke darkly, with sinister intent simply dripping from his tone. He took another few steps forward, extending his hand as if to take Akio's, but Dorian's own arms cut him off before he got close enough to try.

"The conference will be held in the conference room, friend. Please do excuse us." Dorian spoke now with a cold edge in his voice, a dark aura sweeping up around the hand that had grabbed the general's forearm.

The general froze for a moment, looking between Dorian and that energy before sighing and smiling at his colleague as he stepped back and complied. "Don't have too much fun, Dorian. Do be quick." He commented suggestively, then laughing once more as he left the room with the servant, the servant bowing in his stead before closing the door.

Sighing and allowing one of his hands to rise to his temples again, he shot an apologetic grin at Akio. "It appears my guests have arrived a bit early. I shall have to go see to them, I suppose, before they adventure further... " The cold gleam from his eyes dimmed as he addressed Akio, though now his demeanor was quite a touch less soft. He was prepared to don his typical court manner again once he left.
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