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#Post#: 411698--------------------------------------------------
Re: Golden Cage to Freedom in Shadows?
DIR By: Gatita
Date: January 4, 2024, 9:35 pm
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Marie listens to Ciaran’s voice, that deep rumbling devilish
voice, as it spoke to her from his beautiful lips. She feels
pulled, compelled to it, called to it. She automatically
responded to what he says without knowing the deepness and
weight of those words.
“I shall.”
Were those words in response to the follow me? Or maybe for the
resting part?… Or was that to the “serve me well” part he said
without any hesitation in his intentions? That “I shall” Marie
said was encompassing more than one meaning… and more than one
thing. She doesn’t know this…. Man?…. But here she will stay and
obeying him, do as told. Marie had placed herself at his mercies
and he knows it.
Ciaran leads her out of his office, and as his hand rests in the
low of her back to escort her out, a hot warm feeling curses
through her spine, making her bite her lips as she feels his
energy.
Up they go through the stairway, both in silent, and
surprisingly her mind is also quiet. Not that bombarding of
questions as before she sealed her fate, after his sinking was
completed. Marie’s mind was more at peace now as she follows him
to where she is supposed to rest for just this night? We shall
see.
Here it is, her room. Interesting. A simple and comfortable
white room. For some reason it made her feel like a place where
white noise was materialized into a place. Where distractions
were turned off, where simplicity reigned to not add to the loud
internal combustion of her shiny colorful soul. A blank canvas…
wait…! Her eyes turns to him as she softly says.
“… a blank canvas, like me?…”
#Post#: 411699--------------------------------------------------
Re: Golden Cage to Freedom in Shadows?
DIR By: Ciaran
Date: January 12, 2024, 9:01 am
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He smiled in response to her question, though he spoke no words.
The smile wasn't what you'd call "gentle." If anything, he
appeared amused. Perhaps there was something about her question
that tickled him, or purgatory he knew something that she
didn't. Either way, he nodded a silent farewell and headed
down the hall.
He didn't retire to his room though. Instead, he headed up
another set of stairs to his library. Energy Manipulation was a
complicated form of Magic. It wouldn't be easy to teach to
someone who was brand new to this world. He would have to do
some research. He scoured book abet book for hours, and not
one did the light in the library go out...
#Post#: 411708--------------------------------------------------
Re: Golden Cage to Freedom in Shadows?
DIR By: Gatita
Date: April 2, 2024, 6:39 pm
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Marie nodded to Ciaran’s amused smile to her question. She
didn’t understand it to the fullest, but his amusement made her
feel like she was correct in her assumption. She is a blank
canvas, like this room. Her whole life will change and now it’s
time to understand the power within, the colors and patterns
that now will adorn and paint her life.
The door was closed behind Cirian and now Marie was alone. She
locked the door and walked to the bed and sat on it. The young
woman slowly removed all of her clothes and got under the
blanket. She wanted, no, she needed to be naked in this empty
room, as she wanted to have a naked soul, a naked mind. No more
hiding no more coverings, bare.
Night reached her eyes and she finally felt sleep. Dreams? No.
Nightmares. A restless night of nightmares. Nightmares of the
unknown, the facing all the fears she had hoped never reached
her, but now she was facing. Fears that made her flee her home
and come here. The fear of loneliness. Right now she is alone,
in a white, almost empty blank canvas room, naked and afraid.
#Post#: 411709--------------------------------------------------
Re: Golden Cage to Freedom in Shadows?
DIR By: Ciaran
Date: April 3, 2024, 9:54 am
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It was almost time for the sun to rise when Ciaran retired from
the library to his own quarters. He had donw quite a bit of
studying on Energy Magics, particularly for beginners,, and
methods for teaching it. He had taken a few books with him, for
Marie to study on her own time. He had quite a bit of practice
with different sorts of Energy Magics, but he had never taught
it to anyone else before. He felt more prepared to do so after
his impromptu study session. But first, he needed sleep. Shed
of all his clothing, he lay atop his covers, folded his hands
behind his head and drifted off. As always, his sleep was
dreamless. lest he provide his own scenery, he had no reason to
project in his sleep. he simply rested peacefully.
#Post#: 411710--------------------------------------------------
Re: Golden Cage to Freedom in Shadows?
DIR By: Gatita
Date: April 3, 2024, 1:23 pm
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Restless night? Surprisingly not the whole night. As her light
sleep dissipated, she entered deep sleep. And when she let go of
control of her dreams, little by little the nightmares started
to dissipate. Like the night was trying to reach her, choke her,
wrestle against her, suck the life essence out of her. The all
consuming darkness of Loneliness tried to snack her, but
couldn't.
This white, almost empty blank canvas room shielded her. The
shadows and darkness chasing her couldn't reach her fully. Marie
was warded here. Now she was only naked and ashamed. Choices
that took her here, choices that destroyed all she knew. Now
here trying to rebuild herself, trying to discover if she even
had any power at all, any actual shine and magic. Was she a sun
or a moon? Did she carry her own light source, or was she just a
simple common mirror reflecting light from her surroundings and
those she belonged too and no longer does?
Marie finally wakes up later in the morning. Very little actual
sleep but restful. She stays under the covers looking up to the
ceiling. Waiting. Waiting for what? She doesn't know yet.
#Post#: 411711--------------------------------------------------
Re: Golden Cage to Freedom in Shadows?
DIR By: Ciaran
Date: April 3, 2024, 1:37 pm
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Sleep didn't take Ciaran for long. He had little need of it.
After a few hours, he awakened, and made his way to the showers.
Today would be a rough day for her. He wouldn't be able to open
his .shop. There was too much to do. He got out of the shower
and wrapped a towel around his waist, examining his reflection.
seldom did he show anyone his true eye color. His blood red eyes
were off-putting, but they held great power. She would have to
get used to them quickly. Also he could no longer afford to
cover his tattoos. They would probably save her life in the near
future.
He put on a simple pair of black pants and made his way down the
hall. He turned the knob to her door gently, only to find that
it was locked. He smirked. Child's play. With a tap of his index
finger, he inserted a small burst of energy into the locking
mechanism, and turned the lock, opening the door and walking in
as if nothing had happened. As if he wasn't casually shirtless.
"It's time to get started." He said calmly, as he waited in the
doorway for her awakening.
#Post#: 411712--------------------------------------------------
Re: Golden Cage to Freedom in Shadows?
DIR By: Gatita
Date: April 3, 2024, 7:59 pm
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Marie hears the door being unlocked, she doesn’t even move, she
doesn’t even say a word, still staring at the ceiling unmoving.
Ciaran comes in and stays by the door and calls to her.
Turning her face to Ciaran, she looks at him in detail. Paying
close attention to his tattoos while following the designed
shape very slowly, then his built contoured muscles, his red
piercing eyes, all of him. Still bare under the blankets she
remains inside them. After a long dragged minute, she finally
moves her lips to say very softly.
“Can I clean up before we go? I am dirty… or do I wait for
after… because I will get more dirty?”
Honest sincere question. Last night she danced in the heat of
the city to release her many troubles away like a mad woman
would trying to escape them. After that, was that freaky instant
in his office, and then she finally just went to bed here. Maybe
today she will be made to work with dirt or something like that,
maybe after whatever he had planned for her, she was going to
get even dirtier.
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Re: Golden Cage to Freedom in Shadows?
DIR By: Ciaran
Date: April 13, 2024, 4:29 am
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Ciaran gestured to the foot of her canopy bed. Had it been a
canopy the night before? Anyway, filled in an ottoman at the
for the bed was a robe.
"You can wash up now. It'll be a long day." He explained.
With that, he stepped out of the room, waiting around the
corner for her to reveal herself. When she did, he would Usher
her down the hall to his bathroom. It was one worthy of his
home, sporting a shower large enough to host a basketball team.
It had a Waterfall stream and glass walls. There was also a
tub with water jets.
"Come get me when you're done. " He said simply. This was one
luxury he could afford her, considering exactly what he would
be putting her though...
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Re: Golden Cage to Freedom in Shadows?
DIR By: Gatita
Date: April 15, 2024, 11:23 pm
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Now realizing more things materialized in the room in a blink of
an eye, so fast that seems like they were always there but she
never saw them. Things that were not there before? Like, a
canopy bed?... Yes. Apparently she now has a canopy bed with 4
sturdy strong polls on each corner and some drapes around them.
Oh, there is also an ottoman with clothes inside as well, which
conveniently perfectly fit her too.
Marie blinks a couple of times to makes sense of it all, but
what's the point? Just accept it and take it, that's all there
is to it, that is her fate in this place, she signed it, she is
his until the contract is finished. Making sense of an entity
like him will drive someone mad, she doesn't need to do that to
herself. And let's be honest, he doesn't her assistance on that.
If Ciaran wanted too, she would already be in a straitjacket
inside an asylum. She knows this. The delicate and careful dance
of playing with actual fire and knowing she can be burned.
Still, like a butterfly attracted to the flickering light of a
fire, she chases the flames hoping she won't get consumed by
them, by Ciaran. Here is to hoping.
When Ciaran leaves the room, Marie gets off the bed and puts on
the robe he pointed at, finger combs her hair, and walks outside
the room to meet him. Ciaran silently ushers her to the
bathroom, and she also doesn't utter a word. They arrive to this
beautiful bathroom, the only place in this house that looks like
a sanctuary of respite. Ciaran instructs Marie to find him after
she is done, and Marie nods in agreement.
Now that she here by herself, she inspects this room. The fancy
sink bowls, the large waterfall shower, the amazing jet tub, the
lavishing fancy spa like decor. It's time to get ready. The robe
hits the floor as she walks inside the shower first. Turning on
the warm water, Marie closes her eyes as she let's it cascade
her troubles down from her, the burdens of the night she
endured, the long road she took to arrive here. Trying to
cleanse more then her body, she whispers a meditation prayer
like trying to also cleanse her soul. Soap wasn't enough, she
still feels dirty and stained as she scrubs as hard as she can
her exterior skin. She stops, that is enough scrubbing, as some
areas become red from the friction and intensity that kept
building as she did this, like in a trance.
Turning the shower off, she walks out soaking wet from head to
toe to head over the tub. She turns it on to quickly fill it,
and looks for things to use. She finds what she needed, salt.
She adds the salt and some unlabeled oils she found in a drawer,
they smelled like herby and flowery essential oils? Most likely
they were Sage and Jasmin...
Once the tub is filled, she enters it and lets herself soak in
this bath. Trying to actually be still, immovable, quiet...
seeking serenity and peace. And she does find some of it. But
this serenity and quiet peace is Just like the one you get in
the eye of a hurricane storm. Before, her life was in a storm
tossing her from side to side, now she is in this calm and
silent room, but awaiting for her just outside this area is the
Ciaran's storm.
After maybe like 20 - 30min in total soaking silence, Marie gets
up and grabs the robe. Draining the tub, she dries herself and
her hair as much as she can and leaves the bathroom to go to her
assigned room. Inside the ottoman at the feet of this canopy
bed, there were some clothes available for her to put on. They
were the clothes she brough here, the ones in her suitcase at
the hotel, are all here! Marie is not surprised at this, just
slightly, but also not.
She puts on a very simple, don't care if it is damaged, cotton
fabric - yellow color - summer dress that hugged her curves
perfectly in the right places, which had off-shoulders sleeves
draping down her upper arms. She arranges her hair up in a
damped curly bun, no accessories needed, as they might brake.
Simple.
Marie head out the room to go find Ciaran.
#Post#: 411715--------------------------------------------------
Re: Golden Cage to Freedom in Shadows?
DIR By: Ciaran
Date: April 21, 2024, 2:40 pm
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It was perfectly normal for Ciaran to take on new "Projects." In
fact he did so often. Many served as excellent meals for him in
the long run. But there was something unique about this one. .
Not her skill or knowledge. She was just as clueless as the
rest, perhaps more so than some. Her spirit was strong, but that
too, wasn't unusual As Ciaran made his way down the hallways,
he tried to place it. Sure, she was beautiful. But this was New
Orleans. There were beautiful women everywhere! Eventually, he
gave up. There was work to do.
He spent the next sum of time while she was bathing setting up
his training area. He knew exactly how to get her started after
the research he had done the night before. And once she
revealed herself, he would come up and get started. When she
got out of the shower, fresh clean clothes would be hanging on
the door. Nothing fancy, Simply comfortable clothes for training
in. When she came out of the bathroom, he handed her a breakfast
bar.
"No time for a big meal" he explained, as he led her down the
hall to a staircase leading down into what appeared to be a
basement. His back muscles flinched with each step he made his
way down.
The training area didn't have any traditional workout gear. in
fact it was devoid of much equiment at all. Just an open space
with di lighting and a soft matted floor. He stepped out into
the center of the floor and closed his eyes. As he did so, two
orbs appeared, floating on the far end of the floor.
"Manipulating Energy cannot happen without first recognizing
energy." He explained, as both balls flew in his direction. With
the fluidity of a dancer, he kicked one of the balls out of the
air, and dodged the other.
"One of the orbs is made entirely of concussive energy. The
other is just a ball. You're going to knock the ball away, but
if you touch the orb, it's going to hurt..."
The exercise played again. This time Ciaran caught the ball and
threw it at the energy orb, which dissipated on contact.
"Ready?"
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