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The Maid at Rosethorn Hall

Chapter 2 - Blood-stained Memories, Bittersweet Dreams.

"Sir, your tea." A middle-aged man with an oval face and a long, pointed nose offered up a silver tray filled with various sweets arranged around an elegant antique teapot with matching cup and saucer, all painted with a fanciful design of roses and lilies. He was balding, but still maintained a decent amount of his dark brown hair. He dressed in a refined black suit, tailored to his unusually tall, slim figure. Vertical pinstriped pants emphasized this appearance, and polished black shoes completed his modest look. The bright red of his elegant shirt and a golden necklace were the only two things that offset the otherwise somber attire. He couldn't have looked more like a butler if he tried. His mannerisms were the only clear signal of his Breton lineage.

"I don't want any..." A figure sulked in the shadowy corner of the library, taking a sidelong glance at the older man before returning his eyes to his book. It was difficult to make out many of his features in the swath of darkness, but one could make out a slim but broad-shouldered figure, clad in a lavender shade of purple, offset by a bright yellow embroidery of crystalline shapes, fantastical flora, and fierce fauna from a land rarely seen. The only detail of his face that could be made out was the reflective surface of his triangular spectacles. There was just something about this figure that looked... sick...

"Sir, please. You must eat something. I know how you feel this time of year, but if your fasts get any longer, you'll starve yourself to death."

"Maybe it would be better if I did..."

"Now, you don't mean that, sir. Come, I picked up a fresh batch of sweet-rolls at Salmo's for you. I know how you love them." The older man set the tray onto the end table beside the younger male in his shadowy corner, sliding the small stack of books that had been there off to the side with deft accuracy, as though this was a common action that required little more thought than a reflex. "I bought  your favorite blend of tea as well, sir. Apple spice." The Breton turned the cup over on the saucer, and poured a cup of tea with a sort of finesse that indicated he had done this over many years. He added a single cube of sugar and a dash of cream, stirring it with a sort of care and devotion that seemed such a stark contrast to the lack of effort it required. The younger male showed no interest in his servant's toils, preferring the black of the text against the yellowed pages of his book to the somber, pitying look on his manservant's face. "There you are, sir. One sugar and just the right amount of cream, exactly the way you like it." He gestured to the nobleman with the cup, but the young man showed no signs of accepting it. "Go on, before it gets cold."

"I don't want any, Haskill. You may leave me, now. And take that tray with you."

"My apologies, sir, but I'm afraid I'll not be doing that." The older male set the cup back on the tray, freeing his hands up to place upon his young master's shoulders. "Please, sir. I'll not see you kill yourself over this wretched self-loathing. I understand how you must feel about that tragedy, but starving yourself doesn't help a thing. You remember why we moved out here to the country, don't you? For your research? Are you really willing to put those two painful years to waste and end it all now?"

"I suppose not..." The younger mumbled, and closed his book.

"Then, please... eat, sir." Haskill picked up a sweet-roll and held it out toward his master, who took it disinterestedly The young man took a bite, chewing half-heartedly before raising his eyebrows at his butler as though to ask if he was satisfied with this compliance. "Very good, sir. Now, swallow." He spoke with a gentle sort of authority, and despite the hateful glance he received in return, he was quite satisfied to see the younger comply. "And some tea?" The younger rolled his eyes but obliged, taking a dainty sip from the cup and setting it back with a sort of 'so-there' attitude. "Thank you, sir. You put this old man's heart to rest." The man bowed to his master and began to exit the library. "It might do you a bit of good to get some sun once in a while, sir. Your pallor does not suit you. The other's have begun to think you're ill."

"Yes... perhaps you're on to something." The younger man walked into the sunlight, his pale skin a brilliant contrast to his red hair. Green eyes reflected bright flecks of afternoon sun as he opened the French doors and stepped out onto the balcony. His ears peeked through the red strands of hair, professing a Bosmeric ancestry, but he had the strong jaw and the broad shoulders of an Imperial. His features were so mixed that it was difficult to tell if he was more one than the other. Ignoring the ears, he could easily pass as either race. He was handsome, despite his sickliness, and one could only imagine an even more handsome man could be made of him by adding a healthy amount of weight. He leaned against the railing, looking decidedly aloof as he stared absently out into the expanse of lightly flowered grass between the manor wall and garden gates in the distance.

Haskill gave a nod and a solemn smile as he took his leave. He was just about to shut the door when he heard retching of the most dreadful sort. "Sir!" He barged back in, scowl on his face, radiating all the disapproval he could muster. He pulled the redhead away from the railing and wiped the bile from his lips and the drool from his fingers with a handkerchief from his breast pocket.

"Heh... you told me to eat. You never said it had to stay in there." The half-elf gave a weak laugh. "You just don't understand, do you, Haskill? I can't die. The gods won't let me. It's my punishment... for that day two years ago. Don't you see? They kept me alive to torture me! If they were merciful, they would have let me die in the Oblivion Crisis!" The redhead tried to yank himself away from his servant's grasp, writhing in a fit of agony and despair, throwing what almost seemed to be a temper tantrum; something so out of character for the usually refined noble.

"Calm down, sir!" Haskill growled as he did his best to hold his master still; the youth had a tremendous amount of strength for a man well on his way to starvation. He was already so emaciated that his ribs were beginning to show, even through his shirt.

"No! I will not! Don't you get it?! Nothing matters anymore! Just let me die!"

"Sir, doing that would be a disgrace to you and your parents before you. Perhaps you are the one who does not understand. I have served your family for all my years, watched you grow, watched you live. If anything were to happen to you, I could never forgive myself. My life is but to serve the Abend family. Without you, sir, this estate... my life... is wasted. I know you are in pain, my lord, but you cannot do this to yourself. You are not the only one who suffers because of it! What would your parents think of you if they saw you now?!"

"Don't you dare speak of Mother and Father in my presence!" The noblemer roared, biting into the older man's hand in an attempt to force it to release his wrist. "They would think me a coward! I deserve death! By the Nine Divines, I should be cast into Oblivion and torn limb from limb by the werebears on Hircine's Hunting Grounds!"

"Hmph, I should rather think they'd find you utterly childish, and in need of a good spanking. Death solves nothing, milord. You must live. If you can muster the courage to see another day, then one of them may be your last day of torture. Happiness, my lord, is never out of reach! Your parents would have wanted you to live! To be happy! How can you do that if you are dead?! You are right to think the Nine Divines forbid your death... They will guide you to Aetherius when it is your time. But for now, you must live! I'll be damned if I let you do otherwise... These suicidal episodes must stop! My lord, one of these days I may need to have the Count 'turn you'... "

"You think I'm scared of Hassildor? Bah! I'm surprised that old vampire's teeth haven't fallen out yet!"

"Indeed, sir, indeed." Haskill finally managed to wrestle his young master back into his chair, where he was promptly strapped down by the wrists. "But he has much to teach you in the way of enduring eternal pain. As does the countess... And at least the man eats, for Aetherius' sake."

"Drinking innocent people's blood isn't exactly my definition of 'eating', Haskill."

"Sustenance is sustenance, my lord. And you are in dire need of some. Damned if I care if it's sweet-rolls or blood you desire, so long as you eat something."

"My, apologies, Master Richter. But Haskill is right. You must eat." A young woman with cat ears and a startlingly human face cooed as she fastened her young lord's ankles as well. She was tattooed with blue ink, designs enhancing the feline look were done across her face. She might have been able to pass as a Bosmer without it, though the ears were particularly high-set. But with her tattoos, she looked like a Khajiit, and Khajiit she was, despite her lack of fur.

"Aqua... I should have known you'd be helping old 'Buzzkill' here..."

"So amusing, sir..." Haskill feigned laughter, having heard the name used far too often to be offended by it anymore. "I was afraid it was going to come to this, sir, but I knew we had to prepare for the worst. I've had Aqua standing by in case I failed to convince you to eat. I must say, I never expected you to try a trick like that, but I had expected you to be unreasonable... She's been just as worried about you as I have. It's been three weeks, now, sir, and you were dangerously skinny to begin with. Every year it gets worse. I must say, I applaud your willpower; most people on the brink of death would have broken their resolve by now and gone on a rampant binge. However, no matter how admirable your convictions are, there is a point where ignoring instincts becomes insanity. We've agreed that it's in your best interest to survive, and if we have to disobey you and intervene on your behalf, so be it. Today, you will be eating, milord. Whether you want to or not." Aqua handed Haskill a deep ceramic bowl with a matching lid, glazed white and patterned with blue landscapes of deer frolicking in the woods and a pair of fish leaping upstream. "Now, I'll give you a choice... You may have your sweet-rolls and tea, or, if you refuse, we'll be force-feeding you clam chowder. I've had the chef make it 'choke-proof', but I can't imagine it would be the most pleasant thing to have forced down your throat. Potatoes and all that... What will it be, sir?"

"What do you think?" The redhead spat.

"Clam chowder it is, sir." Haskill uncovered the porcelain bowl and pulled up a nearby chair, seating himself before his irritated master. "Now, we can be civil about this, sir. Or we can do this the hard way..." He stirred the contents of the bowl around, letting the steam rise off it in gentle plumes, allowing the creamy soup to cool and (hopefully) enticing his master to comply by allowing the rich aroma to waft to his nose. "I'll give you one more chance. If you promise to eat, we will untie you. I'll monitor you this time, of course, but I daresay that's a right bit better than what we'll do to you if you continue this defiance..." Haskill lifted the spoon to his own lips and tested the temperature. "Mmm, the chef has outdone himself this time." He lifted the spoon to his master's lips. The redhead, stubborn as he was, refused the offer, turning away from the tempting morsel.

Now, a normal person might have attributed this refusal to the fact that another's mouth had recently been in contact with said spoon. This, however, was not the issue. Haskill had been the lord's personal butler and chamberlain since he was a lad, even his nursemaid when the occasion called for it. They practically lived and slept in the same room, and the young lord was so used to contact and close proximity with Haskill that nothing bothered him in the slightest, much less the man's health or oral hygiene (both of which were impeccable, by the way). Haskill, of course, understood the younger's refusal as the pure expression of self-loathing and depression that it was.

"Come now, sir. It's really good..." Haskill pressed the spoon up to his master's lips, getting the powerful aroma even closer to his nostrils, which (though the redhead refused to admit it to himself) was working. However, most of Haskill's patience had been used up prior to this, having to deal with the younger's earlier tantrum and deceptive purging. "This is your last chance, sir. I mean it." The younger male's lips remained glued shut, and Haskill resorted to Plan B. "Fine. Aqua, do it."

In seconds, Aqua had wrenched the young half-elf's jaw open. Haskill thrust the spoon inside and Aqua forcefully shut the redhead's mouth around it. The noble struggled, trying to pull away and spit out the mouthful, but his struggles merely made it easier for Haskill to remove the spoon and prepare a second mouthful. "Swallow, sir." The half-Bosmer stared daggers into his butler's deadpan gaze, refusing to make usurping his will a simple task. Haskill nodded to Aqua, who shifted one hand to cover the young male's mouth and the other to hold his nose. He held his breath for as long as he could, but eventually, he couldn't suppress the instinct to breathe any longer. He clenched his eyes shut and swallowed the mouthful, feeling the warm substance ease down his throat, gushing into the depths of his deprived stomach. Aqua released him and he gasped for breath, muttering vague curses at the two as he struggled to break free of his restraints.

Haskill rolled his eyes, and gestured to Aqua again. She grabbed her master by the jaw again, and the whole process repeated. Haskill spooned in mouthful after mouthful of the creamy soup. With each spoonful, Aqua clamped the stubborn lord's mouth shut, covering his nose and mouth, forcing him to swallow if he wanted his next breath. And, breathing being one of the more instinctual practices, the young manmer could do nothing but comply. Between every gasp, another spoonful was forced in, until eventually, the redhead could fight it no longer and just gave in. Really, the soup was delicious, he couldn't deny that. But that wasn't the point... Still, fighting every spoonful had grown tiresome, and by now his stomach had over-ruled his brain. By the time he had been force-fed about half the bowl, the young man had submitted entirely, and was now chewing and swallowing without Aqua's enforcement. Every so often, he'd mutter "Tea" or "Roll" and Aqua would lift the cup or sweet-roll to his lips, giving him the few bites or sips requested before he returned to Haskill's soup. At last, Haskill set aside the now-empty bowl on the tray, now void of tea-things, and sighed with relief. "That's much better, isn't it, sir?" The redhead gave an unceremonious nod. "Take the tray, Aqua. I'll stay here to make sure he doesn't try to 'relieve himself' of his meal..." The girl nodded and did as she was told.

The next few minutes were relatively silent, the redhead staring absently out the window as Haskill kept his vigilant eyes on his young lord. After a while, Haskill abortively offered other distractions from his lord's staring contest with the tree outside the window. "Would you care for me to read to you, sir? You seemed quite invested in that book from earlier." His lord did not respond. "I would like to untie you, but I'm afraid I cannot trust you. Hardly think the garden needs you fertilizing it with half-digested soup, you know..." The younger remained conspicuously silent. "Will you not talk to me, my lord? I do apologize for what we had to do, but you must understand, it is our duty to ensure your happiness. And we can only do that while you are alive, sir."

"I'm not angry with you, Haskill..." The redhead murmured, still refusing to make eye-contact.

"Then will you not let me know what you wish to do, sir? I hardly think staring out the window at nothing is the best use of your time. Surely there is some activity you can do here that I might allow."

"I'd just like to think for a while..."

"As you wish, sir." The air was thick with silence, afterward. Dead silence. Haskill stood dutifully at his lord's side, rigid and proper, as statuesque as the young lord, as though out of sympathy. A good half-hour or so passed before the silence was finally broken by a gloomy, depressed sigh.

"Why do they hate me, Haskill?" Richter whispered forlornly.

"Who, sir?"

"The Gods... why do they hate me?"

"They don't hate you, sir. The Nine hate no one."

"Then why won't they leave me alone? Why must I endure this maddening torture?"

"Perhaps... it is their way of testing you. I'm sure the Champion felt abandoned many a time, too. You know he started off in the Imperial Prison?"

"Did he, now? Heh..." The young lord scoffed. "Haskill..."

"Yes, sir?"

"I want to be alone..."

"I cannot --"

"Just out of earshot, Haskill... please..." The young lord wore a prepared, stern looking expression; but his eyes, those deep green pools of the soul, were reflecting a desperate sort of sadness that practically begged his compliance.

"Very well, sir." The older male backed up to another corner of the library, just far enough that he could still keep an eye on his master and make sure he wasn't doing anything suspicious or concern-worthy.

The half-mer lowered his gaze, staring first at his shoes, then his lap... Tears began streaming from his face, leaving salty tracks on his cheeks for the next tears to follow in. "Aster...", he whispered. "I'm sorry..." He repeated the name and apology over and over, losing more of his composure with each repetition until he was crying aloud, and Haskill had no trouble discerning the words, even before they became audible. This had happened for two years, now. This would be the third. This was one of the bitterest anniversaries anyone at Rosethorn Hall knew of. Aster died today. And every year after, a bit more of their lord seemed to die with the boy's memory. A year of grief was bad enough. But three? Haskill wouldn't stand for one year more of this. So he had hired a boy. A distraction of sorts. Someone from the new world, with new stories and new technologies, new things to teach the master. That had always cheered him up. He liked to learn.

"It's alright, sir. It's alright." Haskill unbound his lord and let the young male collapse into his arms. "I know. You must be exhausted. Let's get you to bed." He half-carried, half-dragged his disheveled master up the stairs to his sleeping quarters. He laid him out on the plush mattress, undressed him, and re-garbed him in his night clothes, though it was hardly afternoon. He pulled the covers up over the young man's chest, and fluffed the down pillows. "I know you don't want to forgive yourself. But he would want you to, you know." The redhead made no indication he was listening to Haskill. "I have good news, though. I've hired a boy from the new world... You remember, don't you? Aselia, in the far west? If the weather stays fair, he should be here within a month. That's something to look forward to, isn't it? I bet he'll have all sorts of stories to tell. And you could show him around Cyrodiil. I'm sure he'd love to see the wonders of our country. You can employ him in whatever position you deem appropriate. Who knows, maybe his knowledge and technologies might be exactly what you need to complete your research?"


"Oh, and the Argonian tutor I hired has arrived. Showed up just yesterday. She's got lessons planned for you tomorrow afternoon. Her Black Marsh name is too difficult to pronounce... so...", the butler laughed suggestively, "we've decided to nickname her 'Lifts-Her-Tail'."

"...Seriously?" The redhead snorted, a small smile flitting across his face for a moment.

"Yes. We thought you'd get a laugh out of it."

"Humorous, indeed..." the redhead muttered wearily, letting something like a weak laugh pass his lips. "Speaking of... another scene?"

"Of course, sir." The butler pulled a well-thumbed copy of 'The Lusty Argonian Maid' from the bedside table and began to recite it.
(Colto's Manor, Hallway, Enter Lift's-Her-Tail from Right-stage. She begins dusting a suit of armor. Enter Colto, Left-stage. He watches her with hunger in his eyes.)
Lifts-Her-Tail: Oh! Sir, you gave me quite a start! I was sure it was the mistress come to scold me again!
Crantius Colto: No need to fear, my sweet. The mistress has gone out this evening.
Lifts-Her-Tail: Well, that's a relief, sir. I can finish my cleaning in peace, now. There's still so much tidying up to be done. I still have not finished putting your weapons back in the armory. It took so long to polish them all.
Crantius Colto: Indeed. You are such a thorough maid, my dumpling. But I fear you have forgotten to polish one.
Lifts-Her-Tail: Oh dear! Have I?! Whichever did I miss, my lord?!
Crantius Colto: Why, my most prized sword, of course.
Lifts-Her-Tail: Oh, but I couldn't, sir! What would the mistress think if she caught me with your sword?! She has nearly caught me twice already!
Crantius Colto: Perhaps you are right, my little flower. You've polished my sword often enough, I think. Perhaps it is time for me to put it in your sheath?
Lifts-Her-Tail: Heavens, no, sir! The mistress would have my head! You are meant to keep your sword in her sheath!
Crantius Colto: But she is gone, now. Besides, my lovely Argonian, I think your sheath would be a much better fit for my sword...
Lifts-Her-Tail: Impossible, sir! My sheath is much too small for such a big sword! It would never fit!
Crantius Colto: You don't know that for certain, my dear. I could simply try it out. It could just slide in nice and easy.
Lifts-Her-Tail: You don't know my sheath like I do, sir. It's much too small. There hasn't been a sword in it in ages, much less one as hefty as yours. You'd have a hard time forcing it in. You'd probably hurt yourself trying!
Crantius Colto: I'm sure with a little time and effort, we could make it fit. Sheaths can be tempered, you know.
Lifts-Her-Tail: That sounds like an awful lot of work; it could take all night!
Crantius Colto: Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.

The redhead barely mustered a chuckle at some of the most bawdy and suggestive parts,  but it was a laugh nonetheless. By the end of the scene, a small-but-permanent smile was set on the young man's face. Haskill tucked the book back in its place and drew the curtains. "Good night, sir."

"Good night, Haskill." The older man quietly opened an inconspicuous door beside the armoire and crept into his own sleeping quarters, shutting the door just as silently as he had opened it. He tidied a few things and set about doing the paperwork and bills when he heard the subtle creaking of the bedsprings and a quiet moaning and whimpering. He half-smiled, returning to his work. He had heard the sounds often enough to know what was happening. It had become something of a self-soothing activity for the young master, ever since puberty. Those alternating mewls and gasps were almost predictable, now. Haskill didn't blame the boy; he had hormones like any other young man, noble blood did not change his needs. Haskill had hoped for his young master to find a mate by now, but knowing his... well, unique tastes, that had become an unlikely prospect. But Haskill couldn't help feeling that if the young redhead could share his life with someone, he would get over this depression. He needed an intimate other, now more than ever. Really, any sort of companionship would do. Haskill just prayed that the young man would open up to someone soon, and let go of this pain he'd been nursing for too long. Something like a squeak followed by a sigh concluded the rhythmic groaning of abused bedsprings, and all was silent after. Haskill checked on his young master an hour later, and found him sprawled across the bed, in a nearly comatose state of sleep. The smell of sweat and... other secretions... was still quite strong. Still, it made Haskill happy... It brought the boy peace, and what Haskill could only imagine was the only sort of "happiness" available to the young man during this mourning period. He didn't mind having to clean the sheets as long as the master was satisfied.

He brushed the red hair out of his master's face and laid his head back on the pillows. He poured a glass of water for the young man and left it on the bedside table. "Sleep well, Lord Richter. May the Nine bless you with pleasant dreams tonight." He spent the next couple of hours tidying the room, re-shelving the books the young master had strewn across the floor, probably looking for the one he had taken to the library. He shook his head, knowing he'd have to retrieve said book. The master liked things kept in order, though he was decidedly counterproductive in that effort. Replacing all the books on their shelves revealed that a few were actually missing, and Haskill sighed, quietly exiting his lord's chambers and stalking down the stairs to track down the missing codices. He strode into the library and began digging through the pile beside his lord's chair, sorting out which ones belonged in the library and which belonged on the lord's personal shelves. He already knew which ones he was looking for: The Exodus by Waughin Jarth, Palla by Vojne Mierstyyd (both volumes), N'Gasta! Kvata! Kvakis! by the infamous N'Gasta, The Tome of Unlife and all three volumes of Corpse Preparation. The master kept a number of books on necromancy, which, though not illegal in Cyrodiil, was frowned upon by almost everyone. It was a misunderstood practice, and rightly so. Many of the most notable necromancers were the 'evil' sort, raising armies of the dead to do their bidding, for some unholy purpose or another. Lord Abend's intentions were nothing nearly as sinister, though equally lamentable. His story was actually rather like that of the narrator of Palla. He had been trying for two years now without success to resurrect Aster. He had made some strides, to be sure, and a few experiments were actually highly successful but came with... undesirable side effects. Haskill wished the younger would just give it up already; no necromancer in history had ever done what his master attempted to do, nor came remotely close, and the effort seemed to be taxing the young lord's sanity with every failed or partly successful attempt. But he wanted the young man to succeed, too. He wanted to see the boy happy again, like in his childhood. This 'research' of his was really the only thing that kept the redhead going, lately... kept hope alive in his heart.

Haskill gathered the heavy, unwieldy stack of books, wondering how his emaciated master managed to carry them all the way to the library in his weakened state. Probably threw them down the stairs and flung them a few at a time down the hall until he got them to the library. Or maybe he bundled them in one of his sheets and dragged them there. Either way, they were difficult to haul back up the stairs (Haskill lost his balance halfway up the stairs and dropped the top two books which he had to go back for once he miraculously got the other books to the top of the stairs without further incident.) He managed to lug them the rest of the way to the master's room without dropping any, and squeezed through the door without causing much of a ruckus. He carefully placed them back in their appropriate places, though the young master was sure to make a mess of the shelves searching for them again. He had just finished placing the last one when he heard a distressed moan from behind him.

"P-please... no... No!" The redhead was trembling , fingers digging into the sheets as if he felt himself falling. "A-Aster! Leave him alone! No!" The young noble balled up as though he had been stabbed in the gut, twisting and writhing in agony, crying out "Aster!" again and again.

"Sir. Sir! Wake up, sir!" Haskill shook the younger male by the shoulder. The half-elf awoke with a start, practically jumping off the bed and landing with a loud thud on the floor.

"Owww..." the noble moaned, rubbing his bruised tailbone gingerly. He shivered and rubbed his arms vigorously. "I feel... c-c-cold... and everything h-hurts..."

"You were having a night terror, sir. Nasty one at that. Didn't think they could get worse than last year, but I guess I was wrong..." Haskill held out a hand to the young noblemer and hoisted him off the floor.

Richter clung to his butler, still tremulous. "Vaermina's a bitch...*" he shuddered.

"Indeed, sir." Haskill replied, stroking his master's hair comfortingly. "Would you like... to talk about it, sir?" Haskill half-expected to be turned down; the master rarely discussed his feelings, much less on this particular subject. Richter was the type to withdraw when he felt vulnerable. To his surprise, the younger male agreed.

"Y-yeah..." Haskill guided the redhead over to a plush armchair by the fireplace. It was cozy there, though there was no fire lit.

"Something to drink, milord?" the older man offered up the glass of water he had poured earlier.

"Stronger..." Richter mumbled.

The older male nodded and retreated to his own quarters. He pulled a chest out from beneath his bed and unlocked it, pulling out a deep red glass bottle with a crisp white label. "Slowly, sir. Remember how alcohol affects you when you've been fasting..." The redhead nodded and he handed the young male the bottle.

He took a sip of the mead and made a face. "Yech... Tastes worse after a fast, too..." He took another sip and shivered. "I'm still cold, Haskill..."

"A manifestation of your anxiety, I would suppose. Your joints still ache, too, correct?"

"Yeah." Richter hugged his legs up to his chest, still pale and covered in sweat.

"Vaermina's followers describe the same phenomena. 'The Grasp of Vaermina' they call it, I think."

"That doesn't make me any less cold or sore, Haskill." The younger complained.

"My apologies, sir." Haskill collected the comforter from his master's bed and draped it over the young man's shoulders. "Better, sir?" The redhead nodded with an approving grunt, taking a heavy swallow of his mead. "Slowly, sir. Water is for thirst, liquor is for comfort..." The older scolded.

"Liquor is for what I decide." The redhead snorted. "Whose house is this?"

"Yours, sir..." Haskill rolled his eyes.

"Damn straight. Don't you forget it." The redhead stared into the empty hearth and took another drink. The awkward silence that had been invading their conversations reappeared, stagnating the air. Nothing, save the sound of the younger downing his liquor, interrupted it. Eventually, the young noblemer finished his mead, and he handed the bottle to his butler to be disposed of.

"Better, sir?"


"I am listening, if there is something you'd like to say." Haskill prompted. He knew it would sound too nosy if he asked directly, or too pushy if he reminded the young noble that he had agreed to talk about it.

"Good to know..." The silence dragged on a while after, and Haskill kept himself busy by tidying various corners of the room. He knew that would put the younger more at ease if he felt like he didn't have to talk, but had someone nearby listening if he did want to. He made the bed again, ignoring the conspicuous wet spot near the center of the sheets, dusted some of the untouched artifacts on the higher shelves that had been neglected for a few weeks, and lit a few candles in the room as the sun began to set outside.

"It was worse, this time..." The redhead began, causing his manservant to pause in the middle of sorting some papers on the desk nearby. "It always starts off the same... deceptively peaceful, more like a dream." Haskill set down the papers and stood attentively beside his young master, listening to every detail with genuine interest. "This time, though, I wasn't part of the Skingrad defense... It was just me and him this time. Alone, together. Just talking... just talking..." the young man trailed off, a bit of nostalgia in his voice. He did not look at Haskill while he spoke, but took great comfort in his presence and companionship as he recounted his traumatic nightmare. "It seemed innocent at first. We were sitting in the grass... overlooking the vineyards. We were sharing a bunch of grapes we nabbed on the way past the Surilie Brothers'... He complained they were sour." The redhead gave a sad laugh. "They were just perfect for me. We were just laying in the lush grass, not a care in the world. Everything was so calm. Then, the most peculiar thing happened... A stag beetle... crawled on my hand. So I lifted it, coaxed it to fly off. Then another came... and another, and another... Hundreds of them, crawling over us both, around us. He reached for me, grabbed me, and pointed behind us. They were all swarming, gathering in that... ghastly shape... burning like a funeral pyre. Thousands of them, now... And they parted, revealing one of those gates... that hideous burning rift into Oblivion. The sky was consumed by ash and blood red smoke. I could taste the death in the air, Haskill, like cinders upon my tongue. But it was cold, so very cold. I tried to tell him to get behind me, but I choked on the air. It reeked of sulfur and brimstone. I reached for him instead, still gasping for air that didn't seem to exist. His hand was hot and wet. I turned to look; there was blood on his hands, ungodly amounts of it, and he stared at it, horrified. 'Get it off me!' He screamed as more dripped down upon him, and I couldn't understand why this was happening. So I looked up. We were in one of those blasted Daedric keeps; corpses hung by their feet overhead, oozing fresh blood though they reeked from ages of rotting in the humid air. And he was screaming..." The redhead trembled and clutched the blankets about himself.

"I reached out to him, tried to comfort him, but my hands were bloody, too... He just kept backing away, farther and farther, until he was against the wall, screaming, crying. 'Where are we?! What's happening?! I wanna go home!' He clawed at the wall, leaving streaks of blood where he dragged his fingers on the corroded, rusted surface of those wretched pitch black walls. There were no doors; the portal from whence we came had vanished, and the eerie red-smog sky loomed over the towering walls of our prison like a suffocating tarp. There was no way to climb out, and the only thing below us was a sea of lava and the grating upon which we stood. It was about then that the wretched heat gripped me, irritating and utterly parching my already dry throat. I staggered over to him, grabbed him, despite his terror at my bloodied fingers, and cast a layer of frost around us. I shielded some ice crystals that formed between us from the ruby red rain that fell from the corpses high above us, taking as much refreshment as I could from them before they melted. Despite the magic origins, the water yielded was stale and bitter. But it was enough... It quenched my thirst enough to tell him that we'd be alright, that I'd get us out alive..."

The noblemer picked up the glass of water Haskill had left for him, quenching a real-life thirst as he continued. "I looked up, struggling to see some way to escape. I sought even the smallest sign that there was hope for us, a crack in the wall, a corpse hanging low enough to reach... I looked to the wall Aster had been pawing... there was so much blood... There were bodies pinned to the walls, too. The very sight turned my stomach; their skin was dark and moist, singed at the extremities to a coal black crust. Yellowed teeth were bared from lack of lips on the deteriorated face, and maggots squirmed and tumbled like a writhing custard of putrescence from their deep, eyeless sockets. Their parent flies swarmed hungrily about, landing upon us to take a sup of the congealing pools of crimson succor dripping on our warm bodies from the rotting flesh above. Organs were spilling out from gaping holes in their bellies, skin and muscle eaten away or melted off, Gods know what happened, but the flesh that should have held the vital pieces in those bodies was all but gone. Aster had vomited already, and the pleasant wine-like odor that should have followed with the grapes was a rancid ammonia smell... I held him anyway. He needed it... I needed it. I swear, it was like I was there, Haskill... It felt like I was there again. I don't  know how long I was holding him before he was writhing away from me, wailing. 'Make it stop!' he would cry, 'It hurts! It hurts!' And before I could even think to myself 'What hurts?' the most excruciating pain lanced through every muscle in my body, crippling me. My body was not my own, only the pain. I collapsed, completely unable to control my own limbs, and I helplessly watched what little I could see from the sanguine smeared grating. His wails grew more and more desperate, and I struggled to right myself, but I was nearly paralyzed, barely able to lift my head the few shaky inches needed to clearly see the macabre scene before me. Fetid corpses rotting on the walls reanimated, grabbing any bit of him they could, clawing and biting, their flesh peeling off and sticking to his bloodied arms and face. 'Richter! Help! They're hurting me! Ahhhh! Make them stop, make them stop!' But I... I c-couldn't..." The redhead broke down in tears. "I tried e-everything I could to help h-him, b-but I couldn't... s-s-stand up... " the noble stared at the palms of his hands, as though seeing them for the first time. "Magic failed me... I couldn't s-so much as l-lift a f-finger... and then... it came... that demon Dremora, hideous and foul... and it... it..."

"Killed him..." Haskill finished for the now catatonic lord.

The redhead nodded. "All I could do was yell..."

"Yes. I heard."

"Did you?" The younger asked with an abnormal disinterest in the words, as though he was discussing something else entirely - he spoke in a way one usually makes idle chit-chat, or discusses events in the third person.

"Indeed. You called out in your sleep. 'Leave him alone', I believe, was one of the louder outbursts. Can't imagine what dreadful action would have warranted the desperate tone you used... It must have been a terrible vision indeed."

The noblemer appeared unusually distant and composed as he described the gruesome image that he beheld in his nightmare. Maybe because he knew it wasn't real, that it never happened, or because bearing witness in the dream had been traumatic enough that recounting it dulled in comparison to the actual experience. More than likely, it was just because he was in shock, reliving a tragic day in a dramatic, twisted, and infinitely more gruesome pseudo-reality. But the deathly serious monotone with which he spoke sent chills through the room itself... "It ripped out his still-beating heart and crushed it like a fermented apple. Thick, dark blood ran lazily, slow and viscous from the pulp that remained. Aster was silent, pale and cold in the arms of those death-headed bodies, literally in the embrace of death itself, Haskill, with the petrified expression of a frightened child frozen to his stiffening features. The corpses released him, and he fell limp to the floor, but... not dead... dying... With all the strength I could summon, I crawled over to his colorless figure, trying with every ounce of my magicka to heal him, somehow, someway... And gods, he was so cold... as if he was eschewing ice from the Void itself. His breath was ragged, raspy, but it engulfed me... it was the only sign he was still living. It was quiet, but it was in my head, the wheezing, hissing death rattle of his... And with his final breath, he looked at me with the most... the most... desperate, broken look. His lips were so chapped and pale... contrasting the blood now spilling from his mouth.... and he asked me... he asked 'Why didn't you save me?' and I just... I... just..." He said no more, raw emotion shattering through that erstwhile impassive facade, hot tears running the length of his cold, white face. If there was a way to verbally express the pain he was going through, he couldn't find it; he was only able to cry until his throat was parched and his eyes were red.

Haskill cradled the boy in a sort of paternal embrace, stroking the youth's lengthy red hair and whispering words of empty comfort. "It's alright, sir. Everything is alright... It was only a nightmare." He rocked the half-mer back and forth gently, until his young master had finally cried himself hoarse. The butler helped the lord to his feet and guided him back to the bed, tucking him in comfortably (despite the wet spot the younger male had made earlier). "Rest, sir. It will help..."

"Don't want to..." the younger whispered stubbornly.

Haskill knew why. More nightmares aren't exactly something to look forward to when it has had a history of recurring the last 3 years. "I think I can help with that." He pulled out a pair of candles from a cabinet drawer, one red and one white, with two matching silver candleholders. He lit the red one first, allowing a few drips of wax to fall into the base of the holder before he set the candle inside, helping the candle remain upright. "Cinnamon scented... to keep the nightmares away..." He repeated the process with the white and set it on the bedside table with its red counterpart. "And vanilla, to welcome the good dreams." He smiled.

"That's an old-wives'-tale. Scented candles don't really work..."

"Oh, really? Have you ever had a nightmare when I've lit these for you?"

"... No... " The redhead mumbled, remembering the last time he had had this conversation, when he was thirteen and having recurring nightmares.

"And have you ever not had a pleasant dream?" The butler smiled smugly.

"... No..."

"Then something must be working." The older male chuckled. "At the very least, the scents will be calming, and they should help you sleep." He pat the boy's hair affectionately and moved to leave when he felt a clammy hand wrap around his.

"Haskill," the young lord whispered, "I don't... want to be alone."

"As you wish, sir. I'll stay with you as long as you'd like." He pulled up a nearby chair and sat beside the bed. The canopy fluttered with a slight breeze as a calm summer wind mixed the candles' aromas in the room. And Haskill sat, watching the candles burn, waiting for his master to find peace. Many minutes passed, and the young male remained wide awake. Haskill sighed. There was one thing that had never failed to put the young male to sleep... but he was ... a bit rusty.

Haskill cleared his throat, thinking over the first few words carefully, before the rest finally clicked. He began quietly, in a soft baritone. "So many years have passed/ The dew is still on the roses/ I left my childhood/ In a garden green..." The young lord looked shocked at first, then homesick. He began to tear up, but did not ask Haskill to stop, so the Breton continued, despite his young master's watery eyes. "Come in the garden and look at the trees/ I used to play there when I was a child/ Squirrels and birds, little fairies/ Settled down there long ago..." He noticed as the younger male began to mouth the words with trembling lips and sang a bit louder, almost inviting the boy to join the chorus. "So many years have passed/ The dew is still on the roses/ I left my childhood/ In a garden green..." By now, the boy had started singing along in a quiet tenor, sweet and sad, like a violin. Haskill himself felt a bit of nostalgia, hearing the young master sing like that. "Come in the garden and sit on the grass/ I used to sit there when I was a child/ Ivy and moss, little daisies/ Covered the lane long ago/ So many years have passed/ The dew is still on the roses/ I kept my memories/ In that garden green..." By the last couplet, Richter was singing with all the saddened passion he could muster. "I kept my memories/ In that garden green." He drew out the last note, as if he didn't want the song to end.

"You sing wonderfully, sir."

"You're not half bad yourself, Haskill." The faintest wisp of a smile graced the young man's features for a brief moment. His mother used to sing this to him, when she was still alive. It was different when Haskill sang it, but the older man's baritone was familiar in it's own way, and soothed him nevertheless.

"You're too kind, sir."

A pleasant silence followed, and the young noblemer was noticeably more relaxed. Haskill idly picked up a book from the shelf under the nightstand and began skimming it, as his master grew drowsier and drowsier. The sound of pages turning seemed to help it along as well, another familiar ambient sound from the lord's youth.

"Hey, Haskill?" The young man whispered.

"Yes, sir?"

"Thanks for putting up with me..."

The old butler simply smiled in response. "Not at all, sir. I've served far more high-maintenance lords, believe me."

"Perhaps. But I've had no finer butler."

"You flatter me, milord."

"Take it as you will. It's the truth for me." The redhead yawned, closing his weary, tear-reddened eyes at last. "Good night, Haskill."

"Good night, milord." Haskill kept his word, and remained dutifully by his master's side all through the night, keeping his silent vigil until well after dawn when he finally fell asleep at his chair.

Only 29 days until arrival...

To Be Continued...

<- Back to Chapter 1.

Warning! This story contains (or will contain, when finished) male-male soft, oral, vore, yaoi, cross-dressing, male-male love confessions, kissing, and a lot of ridiculous erotic content and suggestive material. If these are not to your tastes, click away now. You have been warned... If you don't know what vore is, my esteemed mind-twin ~ShadowedLightning has a very informative journal on the subject.


Table of Contents


Chapter 1 - Elegy of the 'Not-So-Lucky' Ones...
Chapter 2 - Blood-stained Memories, Bittersweet Dreams. (You are here!)


And now, the real Artist's comments!

Oh. My. God! :iconwtfisthisplz: I swear this was not supposed to be fucking Men's love! :XD: There's absolutely nothing going on between Haskill and Richter! NOTHING! Your dirty mind is playing tricks on you! Their relationship is completely platonic! Or (as suggested by a couple lines in the actual story) paternal, at the very most! So stop giggling already! :iconwatchitplz: (Yes, the need to justify myself is a clear indicator that I, myself, am giggling maniacally at the thought of Haskill/Richter... before the other half of my brain starts working. At which point, I punch myself in the face... :iconinternalinjuryplz:) But, that aside...

Whoot! It's 12/12/12! :icononioncleanplz::iconcheerplz::iconfireworkplz::iconkermityayplz::iconrainbowbummiecakeplz::iconweekenddanceplz:

I actually wasn't waiting until today to post this... if anything, I'm actually posting this prematurely, because I still haven't entirely finished re-reading this after the last bunch of edits. This is the 5th draft of this chapter... and it's probably still full of typos! :iconpheenieplz: But it's freaking 12/12/12! I have to post something today, don't I?! :icondignitylaughplz:

God, I just love some parts of this and hate others...

It was ridiculously amusing to write my own chapter of "The Lusty Argonian Maid". :iconpervyhungaryplz: I'm soooo happy with how that turned out. :iconcreepyonionplz: It's, like, perfect... I should work for Bethesda... :icondignitylaughplz: Really, just the idea of Richter having bawdy literature is humorous enough, but having his butler read it aloud to him... PFM = Pure Fucking Magic! :iconitalyplz: Oh, Haskill, you crazy son-of-a-bitch... :iconhurrhurrplz: Why you so sexy? :XD: Outshining Richter is not allowed, you know! :D Seriously... It's like all my "non-main-characters" (LOL, everyone but Richter and Emil) are somehow perverts! And Richter's kind of pushing it... Aw, hell, they're all perverts! (Which is another way of saying none of them are! :XD: Heck yeah! Then this is a completely normal fic, right?! *shot*)

The one part I really don't like here is Richter's nightmare... It just kind of feels... un-scary... because my writing style is that fluffy eloquent descriptive crap that goes so in-depth it distracts from the imagery, which therefore becomes useless and non-terrifying... at least, that's how I feel. Or rather, don't feel... there's, like, no emotion to my writing lately. The words are there, but it doesn't make me feel anything. :icononionemocornerplz: If anyone has any suggestions on how to make this better, please let me know.

Finals have been a bitch... mostly because of the fucking History essay(s) I have to do. But that's all going to be over soon. Just think of it: in only 3 more days, I will officially be free from this crappy semester! And I'll be able to devote all my energy to writing more lovely vore smut for my beloved mind-twin and my other beloved followers! :iconloveloveplz: I can't wait!

This has been pretty fun to write, but I had to do so much different research! :iconstudytimeplz: Ugh, the stupid "need-to-know" guide alone is taking me forever to finish. Maybe I'll just wait until people actually start asking me questions about stuff... :iconlazyonion:

So, for those who are a little lost, this is a AU/Cross-over kind of thing where I mixed the ToS/ToS2 world with the Elder Scrolls world. This was pretty much a result of writers' block, anhedonia, talking with ~ShadowedLightning and a current obsession with the Elder Scrolls fandom. Particularly Oblivion. I just could not get Richter dressed as a certain somebody out of my head, and my mind twin and I kept talking about adorable Maid!Emil. One of my silly novella-length replies to her on one thread on Together with Richter (forgot which part) spawned the basic inspiration for this. Originally, Richter was just going to be a noble, but since the Elder Scrolls has been invading my head-canon lately, and Nobleman!Richter is already AU enough, I figured "What the hell?! I'm just going to smash two random canons together and write a story that isn't quite canon in either universe, but is totally possible and should have happened."

And, by the way, if you see anything that you find cute or funny or just plain stupid, please tell me! That way we can all "aww", LOL, or Trollolol at it together! :XD:

All persons, places, things, events, and histories associated with Tales of Symphonia: Knight of Ratatosk/Dawn of the New World, and The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion are (c) Bandai-Namco and Bethesda Softworks respectively. I make no profit from this fan-fiction. Well, except the satisfaction of knowing I made my mind-twin happy! :icongrin--plz:

P.S. That song Haskill sings... it's a "Secret World of Arrietty" Fan-service. The song is called "The Neglected Garden", and is written and sung by CÚcile Corbel. Unfortunately for you, you'll just have to imagine what it would sound like sung by Kyle Hebert and Jeff Baker. God that would be sooooooo sexy... :iconitalyplz::iconiloveitplz:
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ShadowedLightning Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012
I remember what I wanted to say!

Yeesh, I really wonder what'll happen when Richter gets a look at Emil.
Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Oh, yes... Hahaha... mind reader... That's exactly the tension builder that goes on in Chapter 4! Haskill pretty much shits himself. But... I'll save the details for the actual story...:iconevilgrinplz:
ShadowedLightning Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012
Hahaha, I can only imagine. XD Oh man. I'm really excited to see, lol.

Lol, it's like... What are the odds that the one person he hired as a companion to help his master is the unrelated-identical-twin of the dead guy his master is grieving for? Hahah, we writers are too cruel sometimes. >D

but fuck you gave me the cutest mental image. Richter with a nice warm belly full of Emil, and he's having a nightmare, and Emil wakes him up and comforts him with belly rubs and then cuddles and excuse me while I melt into a puddle from the precious
Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Indeed. I'm excited to write it! :D

LOL, I know, right?! Although, from the reader's/writer's perspective, you know it's 100% by now, even without me telling you, because what other random noble would have hired Emil, right? Plus, I've mentioned Haskill in both places, and what are the odds of there being two different Haskill's employed for 2 different nobles? :XD: But I know, it's just, like, ridiculously hard to believe that the one boy Haskill manages to hire randomly from half-way around the world is identical to the dead kid his master has been having nightmares about. But I'm going to play it off on that old notion of probability that it's statistically likely (considering the relative genetic variability of humans is quite low compared to other species) that somewhere in the world are 3 people physically and/or mentally identical to you and are completely unrelated to you. It's that same kind of logic behind that "celebrity look-alike" thing... So far, the celebrity I look most like is Keira Knightly. But her nose is different... and her eyebrows are groomed! :XD:

But, yeah... sometimes my cruel streak just gets the better of me. :XD:

Oh, God! :iconitalyplz: That's just...! :iconcannotevenplz::iconomgsocuteplz: *joins you in a melted puddle of adorableness...* Bonus: It would be difficult, if not impossible, for him to fall out of bed that way! :giggle:
ShadowedLightning Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012
I'm excited to reat it!

Hahaha, I personally love that theory. Though I feel bad for the people who look like me! XD But man, I can only imagine Haskill's reaction to finding out about Emil. And then poor Richter's reaction. Oh man. XD

Hahah, yesss, can't roll off the bed with a big belly like that. XD
Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Wait, :iconwhattheheckplz: What the fuck?! Did I really just write "passed" instead of "past" in that last comment?! :iconohnoesplz: FUUUUUUUCK! :icondoublefacepalmplz:
ShadowedLightning Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012
It happens! XD
Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Yes, but it's not supposed to happen to me! :iconomgwtfbbqplz:
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Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
I'm excited to get passed all the ridiculous (though fun [and unfortunately necessary]) filler so that I can post it for you to read it! :XD:

Haha, Aww, I doubt you look as bad as you think. Heck, I'm technically fat/overweight, and I think I'm an Adonis! :XD: I can't imagine any straight man that wouldn't want to get his hands on my curvy features! :D I'm not the hottest thing on the market, but I think I look better than half of the movie stars out there! :icondignitylaughplz: Oh, indeed. Haskill kind of goes through a series of reactions, all of which are pretty funny. Poor Richter only has a few different reactions, but they're all various stages of disbelief. Poor guy. But some of his later reactions to the boy are pretty funny, too. Agh, if only I could skip ahead without a giant plot hole and just write all this fun stuff first! :XD:

Hehehe... He can hardly do anything with a big belly like that! Just lie there and rub it and cuddle it, and maybe, if he really tries, he might be able to roll over. But that would take conscious effort, so he certainly couldn't do it in his sleep... :iconhurrhurrplz: The cuteness is overwhelming... :iconitalyplz::iconcuteprussiaplz:
ShadowedLightning Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012
But good filler is wonderful, too! It's not filler anway, if it's required to avoid plot holes!

Meh, my mom's a bitch, nagging me about my weight. -_-' And I've never really had the best self-confidence... But whatever, people don't like it that's their problem, not mine~

Hahah, I can only imagine. XD But yeah, Richter doesn't seem the type to show a lot of emotions, if he can avoid showing what he feels... Poor guy. </3 HE JUST NEEDS HIS PRECIOUS BLOND TO MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER. XD Hahahah, ah well, that happens. XD

>D Oh yes, he's just stuck there, hehe. But he wouldn't want to roll over too much, anyway, I doubt he'd want to squish poor Emil. XD
Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Alright, well, it may not be filler, but it's not the juicy stuff people are reading for! :icondignitylaughplz:

Meh, my doctor bitches at me about my weight, too. But me and my dad told him off about it the other day. Really, diet and exercise can help, but you can't fight genetics, and even if you can, it's usually so difficult it's hardly worth the effort. I mean, what do you eat so your hair won't fall out? What do you eat to grow taller? What do you eat to run faster? You can help these kinds of things to be sure, but you can't go beyond your genetic threshold. There's a "shortest/fattest/least athletic" limit to what you can be, and there's a "tallest/slimmest/most athletic" limit, too. And what you eat and do can put you higher or lower on that spectrum, but those upper and lower limits are fixed by genetics, and you can never exceed them.

Eh, I'll help you build self-confidence then, okay?! (Though it's really not all it's cracked up to be! :icondontunderstandplz: :XD:) Yes, exactly. Be happy with who you are, other people's opinions only matter if those people truly matter to you.

I know, poor Richter... without his blonds, he's a sad, lonely man... Having blonds around is necessary for his emotional (and, in this case, physical) health. Even if they do take some getting used to! ^^;

Hehehe... does it make me a sadist if I find it kinda sexy that he's "stuck"?! :iconevilgrinplz: I just like the idea of Richter being so full and happy that he just can't move, even if he wants to... :iconmonkeyloveplz: Well, that's true... He probably wouldn't want to squish his adorable blondie... too much... :iconpervyhungaryplz: Probably isn't too comfortable for Richter to try to turn over, either, what with Emil's weight tugging his muscles... once he's on his side, it'd probably be pretty hard for Richter to turn over onto his back... so... he's stuck... :evillaugh::iconitalyplz: Not that he minds, though...
ShadowedLightning Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012
Haaa... Another lovely part of the story. :meow: Well, lovely as in well-written. Not so lovely in what's wrong with poor Richter.

But very nice! :D

I just noticed one typo myself, you had "an" instead of "and". Here's the words around it: "Oblivion an torn"

Uhhh... I know there was more I wanted to say... But my brain's not workin' so well right now, so uh... I guess I'll leave it with "I love it!"
Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
:iconbunnyglompplz: Aww... Thankies! (Yes, indeed. Poor Richter is a traumatized little lord... :iconcheerupplz: He's so upset he can't bear to live... won't eat, can't sleep... poor, poor Richter...:icongummysadplz:) But, hey, that's what Haskill's for, right?! To organize a "playdate" (take that as you will, hee hee:iconpervyhungaryplz:) with Richter and Emil! Heh-heh... I'll even let you have a little preview of a quote from Chapter 4!

"Go on, sir. Run along and play with your new 'friend'."
"I'm not a child, Haskill..."
"I'll believe that when you stop behaving like one..."

Hee hee. Thanks (again). LOL, now you know I'm going to ask... What was your favorite part of this chapter?! :iconevilgrinplz:

Ack! :iconpheenieplz: Thanks for catching that... I fix-ified it now! LOL. Let me know if you catch anymore. (God, I caught several before you read this... there are probably 20 more hiding in there somewhere! :XD:) LOL, I know my own work so well, just those 3 words told me exactly where that typo was... :D I guess that's what happens when you have 5 drafts of the same chapter, huh?! :XD: I know it so well, I can practically recite it...

Guh, I know how that is... finals are killing my brain, too. I've had the worst headache all day today, even though I took Asprin... I'm probably just going to go to sleep really soon and hope it's gone by tomorrow... because my history final essay is due via drop-box by tomorrow evening (he said it would probably still be open Friday morning/ he'd accept it as "not late", but I don't want to push my luck. Still, I have plenty of revisions to make on that one, too...) Ugh... Stupid headache... Stupid Finals... Stupid History... Ugh.

Well, I'll accept that "I love it!" for now, but by the time finals are over, I expect to see those lengthy-er comments responded to! :iconwatchitplz: (LOL, Just kidding. Answer when you have time. I'm going to go nap now... Ugh... Tomorrow's going to suck...)

Also, just because it was kind of funny... I dropped my iPod in the Koi Pond in the Japanese Gardens on Campus today. I was feeding the fish after finals, and it slipped out of my pocket as I was standing up to leave! It fell in and I couldn't spot it for about 5 minutes because all the fish were still swarming, expecting more food. When I finally caught sight of it, one of the volunteers finally came over and asked what I was doing (because at this point, I rolled up my pants and took off my sandals because it was too far to reach from shore.) When I explained, she told me not to get it myself because (and she never actually said why not, couldn't finish her own thoughts, I guess) So she went and got a net, which took another 5 minutes, and then she couldn't get it out because it kept sliding down the bank (it was covered in algae, so I guess that's why she didn't want me going in, 'cause it's slippery...) But it was taking her too long, and she called over another guy to help, so I just went "fuck it" and waded in and picked it up out of the water. I don't know if it shorted out or not; Dad won't let me try to turn it on until we've dried it out a few days... I don't know why... but I find it kinda funny...
ShadowedLightning Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012
Poor, poor Richter. But maybe Emil can entice him to eat something~ (I mean, who WOULDN'T want to eat him his cooking? >D) But man, I feel really bad for Richter. D: And fuck, that nightmare was like holy shit.

Hahah, that's a nice little scene. XD

Mmmm... Favorite part... Damn I can't say all of it... Hrm... I was a little amused by Richter getting around the "you just said I had to eat it" thing. Also amused by his bulter reading him porn. XD That was great. But the detail in the nightmare was fantastic, too.

Haha, I usually just end up using the search feature to find my typos. XD I have a little document I keep with lists of what typos are in what story. One day I'll care enough to fix them. XD

I'm lucky, I'm finally done with classes. This week is a free week! ...Which has mostly been spent sleeping or something because I'm still not feeling well. @_@ Hence the short comment before--but my brain is working a little better now. BUT GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR FINALS. :D

Haaa... I'll get to them as soon as I have energy. @_@ But, since I'm officially on break now, I think I can recover a lot faster~ :D Hell, actually recovering would be nice at this point, ahahah... You know you're not well when your favorite food is entirely unappetizing. Dx

Reminds me a little of the time I dropped my phone in the toilet. ...before I flushed. Oh god that was horrible. Are you putting it in a bag of rice? That helps them dry out a lot faster.
Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
:iconimpervyplz: Heehee. Indeed. Emil will have to put a stop to his attempts to starve himself, one way or another, intentionally or inadvertantly. (Oh yes. Really that boy is impossible to resist... Er, I mean his cooking is impossible to resist! :iconblushplz:) I know... I felt really bad for Richter, having to relive that horrible day for two years, every time more distorted and horrific. The real way it happened is very sad, but the nightmare versions are always more scary for Richter. He blames himself, even though it wasn't his fault, and his nightmares always reflect that, he's always in a position where he can't do anything, can't fight back, and one way or another, someone questions his inability to protect Aster. In earlier nightmares, he was accused by the squad leader of abandoning Aster, but this one was worse for Richter, because it was Aster himself that asked, "Why didn't you save me?" That part was the only real part of the nightmare sequence that made me feel anything. I don't know why, but writing the rest of the nightmare just wasn't scary for me... normally, my writing is really emotive, even for me, but somehow the nightmare didn't really grip me. Maybe that's just because I was writing it myself? I'm glad you got the initial shock and fear in it, though. Maybe I'm just not well rested enough to connect with my work at the moment... Oh well.

That actually might move to Chapter 5, because at the pace my story is going at the moment, I don't see Haskill being able to say that within the limits of Chapter 4. Heck, I may end up scooting Chapters 3 and 4 ahead a lot farther, Because the actual Chapter 3 I'm writing is getting a lot more "in depth" than I had envisioned, so the stuff I planned for Chapter 3 may actually end up spread out over 2 or 3 Chapters all by itself! :XD: (But I agree, that's a fun bit of dialogue to imagine there. Especially with Emil running on ahead, all excited to see the estate grounds, and Richter just looking after the boy with a sort of indignant look as Haskill ushers him on... Heehee... )

LOL, yup, Richter's a snarky little emo, ain't he? :D I liked the "Whose house is this?!" bit he did, too. Hehe, he only takes being a lord seriously when it concerns him. Other than that, he doesn't really care that he's a noble. He kind of treats the servants as equals, at least, insofar as they serve him in their hired positions and take care of the house, etc. because technically it's illegal for nobility to work, so all he's really allowed to do are hobbies and ordering the help around. But he doesn't really act superior, nor does he feel like he's any more valuable than his employees. He wouldn't really expect any of them to do anything inconvenient or objectionable for him, and he prefers that his servants are happy working for him. He's fairly lenient, and he really only gets confrontational with Avery (who kind of deserves it, but he's also more of a companion than a servant... which gives him more room to get into trouble... :XD:) So most of the servants really like him. They want to do things for him because he's generally kind and he pays them well. But I'm already getting ahead of myself.

LOL, YEEEEEES! I know! That was so much fun to write! Especially because Haskill's not at all bothered by it, and sees nothing wrong with reading porn aloud to his barely 20-year-old master. I also thought it was humorous that Haskill wasn't really all that bothered by his master "jumping on the bed" after... :iconpervyhungaryplz: I kind of took a leaf from our "oblivious Aster" book in that Haskill's kinda just "immune to strange". Or, really, he's just rational enough to understand that those instincts are completely normal, and not everyone has the willpower to ignore biological drives... or, at least that specific one. I'm rather proud of how that turned out. It's almost canonically similar to scenes of "The Lusty Argonian Maid" found in-game. The only real thing I can say deviated from the canonical was that I actually started at the beginning of a scene. The in-game ones always start at a point of continuation, somewhere near the end. I was also ridiculously amused by Richter calling Haskill "Buzzkill"... Mostly because I wrote it without realizing it at first, then upon a revision re-reading, I noticed it and just laughed like a maniac!

I'm glad you thought the nightmare scene was good, though. Again, I didn't feel like I got the right emotions across, but that might be just because I'm "too close" to it at the moment. I'll leave it alone for a week or so and then re-read it with a fresh mind and see if I still don't like it, or if I can figure out why I'm not really liking it now...

Yeah, my typo's are highlighted in red on my Word copy... but I don't always find them all. (Actually, I found another one as I was re-reading this recently. Aqua was tying "he" master down instead of "her" master... :XD:) Fixed that one now, too.

God, you are lucky... Ugh... only 2 more days for me! (I'm trying to get motivated to finish my damn essay, at the moment, but I'm just about prepared to buckle down and do it... Fuuuuuuu.... :iconinternalinjuryplz: But I'm hating the fucking reading... stupid history texts bore me to tears... they repeat 90 percent of the information and never go chronologically... they jump around a lot... :cry:) Hope you feel better soon, though. Glad you're finally away from that damn professor now, though! At least for a little bit right? (I seem to recall you said something about not being able to get away from him for a while longer because he's in charge of classes you still need, correct?) Thanks! Hopefully I'll get this done soon and it will be good. (I mean, I can't fail if I basically parrot back the lecture when he specifically told us in class "hey, if you use this as a basic outline for your essay, you probably won't get lower than a B". The problem for me is going to be citing info, because I really don't want to read the stupid text... I just want to direct quote the lecture... :X) Ah, well. Talking to you cheers me up, at least. So overwhelming crap essays aren't so daunting anymore. :icongoodluckplz: I really need to give you my emails, Though! So we can chat lots over the holidays. (I finally got a new AIM. Mostly because you need a different email for every account on Deviant art and I was making PLZ accounts... :XD: I'll note you the addresses once my shitty essay is done... :XD:)

Ugh, isn't that the truth... Kind of like you know a Hungarian (like me and my dad :XD:) is unwell. If we aren't yelling or complaining, something is deathly wrong! I'm confused, though. Is your favorite food chocolate, or meatballs?! Because on Tumbler, you kind of said both! So in this context which is it?! I need to know what to wish to you! Do I wish you meatballs or chocolate?! Or rather, that you get your appetite back for one or both of those. :icongetwellsoonplz: I hope you're feeling better soon, either way!:iconcuddleplz:

Oh dear! That sounds gross! Did it still work after?! :iconcuriosityplz: Well, yeah, I'm going to do that (even though my dad doesn't believe in that). When did you first learn about that trick? Because I just recently learned it from "Elementary" (a TV show with a modern day Sherlock Holmes and "Joan" Watson. They solved a murder because Holmes noticed that the murdered man, who was deathly allergic to rice, had a bag of it in his pantry. He was actually using it to dry out his cell phone which he accidentally washed because he used that phone to record his sessions with is psychiatrist. This same psychiatrist used him to kill his wife by prescribing him steroids under the guise of anti-psychotics and then convincing his wife to get plastic surgery to resemble someone from that man's life [forgotten whom, though] to provoke him to kill her. When the man killed the shrink's wife, he started suspecting his violent moods and black-outs had something to do with the "drugs" not working, so he confronts his shrink who realizes that the guy now has evidence to prove that he used the man to kill his wife, so he kills him and ransacks his home, trying to find the phone to erase all the recordings. But he doesn't find it because it's hidden in the rice. So Sherlock figures all this out and yay! crime solved! :XD: Wow, this took a lot longer than I was planning! :iconorzplz: Gotta work on my essay now! :XD: I'll answer that other comment later this evening if I'm not too busy or tired. Otherwise I'll do it tomorrow afternoon. At which time, I'll finally be FREEEEEEEEE! :iconweekenddanceplz:)
ShadowedLightning Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012
Mmm, that just gives me so many lovely mental images. XD But man, poor Richter. No matter if he's at fault or not, that's just... </3 But yeah, maybe you'll feel more from it later. But it's not as flat as you think!

Hahah, oh wow, this is gonna be long and epic~ :D I LOVE YOUR STORIES OKAY. I LOVE YOUR WRITING. But hahah, oh man, that's a cute mental image, too.

Yes, yes he is. And he's technically right with that one. XD Yeah, that definitly sounds like Richter. He's a nice guy, even if he is a grump. He must be bored a lot, though. o_O XD Avery always deserves it. Always. That's just how it works.

Hahah, I love that. That's just perfect. Nothing phases him. ...Aside, perhaps, from Emil's looks? >D I love accidental nicknames, though. Those are fun~

Yep, I did. I've had that happen before, where I don't see what others do in my writing. It's a real pain in the ass.

Oh, that's a good strategy! :O I just like having all of mine in one place. XD

Yes, yes I am. BUT YOU CAN DO IT. YES. History is boring, but important. BUT I KNOW YOU CAN MAKE IT AND DO WELL AND EVERYTHING. /cheers Free until February, thankfull. /cries joyous tears I'm glad that you feel better, though. :D

YES. YOU DO NEED TO GIVE ME EMAILS AND YOUR AIM AND STUFFS. XD Actually, you can have up to three accounts on one email, I believe. I asked about it. XD At least, I have three on one email... Though I started them with different ones and then just changed the email to the same one out of paranoia... Ahahah...

Both are my favorites. Chocolate is my favorite sweet, meatballs are my favorite non-sweet food. :meow: But blaaah, I'll probably just eat next to nothing for a few days, then I'll be better. Whatever's wrong now... I tend to feel sicker after I've eaten. So, it's a good thing if I'm not terribly hungry. But I'll be back to snackin' away as soon as I can avoid feeling like I'mma die if I eat. XD

Yes, yes it was gross. Unbelievably so. XD It actually came back to life like 3 weeks later, which was awesome. It's still kickin'! But I'mma be getting a new one this month, I think, since I'm due for an upgrade when I renew my contract this month... I heard about it from a friend, actually. Just be advised that even if it does work, water damage can actually still show up later and cause problems weeks or even months down the line. I found that out when my phone was acting up earlier this year. XD Or was it last year? No, I think it was earlier this year... Damn, I can't even remember. XD (it wasn't water damage, just dropped it one too many times, but that's one of the things the guy said it could be, so...) HOPE YOUR ESSAY IS DOING WELL/WENT WELL.
Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
I know... God, there's just so many fun and cute things I can do with Emil and Richter in this sort of scenario. Part of me just wants Richter to kind of snap one day and scarf down Emil with absolutely no warning, and Emil's frightened at first, but when he realizes that he's going to be alright, he enjoys it. Another part of me kind of wants Emil to initiate the whole thing, first with stuffing Richter, then by rubbing that nice warm bellyful of food and wondering exactly how much Richter could hold, finally asking if it would be possible for Richter to eat him since he could be magically protected and everything. Another part of me wants Richter to initiate it, but by asking Emil instead of just randomly glomping and swallowing him down without permission. And another part of me wants Haskill randomly walking in right in the middle of it or just after Richter finishes, smiling, "I didn't see anything sir, I swear." and then just walking out, leaving Richter embarrassed as hell.

Yeah, poor Richter. Eventually, he talks about how it really happened, so I won't spoil that part. But I can say that it wasn't Richter's fault. There really would have been no way for him to save Aster. Which is kind of sad in it's own way... but again... no spoiling here...

Glad you think it's not so flat... I'll re-read it in a few days and see if my opinion of it changes.

LOL, everything I write is long... I can't write a short anything much less a story with as complicated a plot as this, with the intricate canon and non-canon interwoven to create fantastical almost-canon scenarios. The characters just keep developing, even the minor ones. Ma'Ikau is slowly taking over Chapter 3... :iconpheenieplz: Him and his Sweet-roll obsession...

:iconcblushplz::icondizzyplz::iconhappyskipplz: I'm happy that you so love my stories! I love your stories, too! Our writing style is so similar, but you always surprise me with the fantastic tales your mind weaves! I hope you get the inspiration and/or time to write some new stuff during the break! I can't be the only one cranking out lovely Richter/Emil and/or Richter/Aster vore/smut here! (LOL, lots of slashes, there! :XD:)

Oh, indeed! Emil's just a little bundle of energy when Haskill finally gets Richter to spend some time with him. And there's a lot of stuff on the estate grounds for him to see! So Richter pretty much takes an entire day to just show Emil around and the boy is just so excited about everything. Haskill has to keep encouraging Richter to keep up with the little blondie, because Richter's still pretty stunned that Emil's so similar to Aster, and he's just exhausted by Emil's enthusiasm. It still takes Richter a while after to trust the boy enough to show him some of the more... secret things on the grounds... some of them are still exciting for Emil... some are a little disturbing... But we'll get to all that in due time... I'm hoping to get there within 3 Chapters (meaning by Chapter 5 I want Emil to fucking be at Rosethorn Hall, at least :XD:) but with the way things are going... I may be sending this to be published! :XD: There actually have been Elder Scrolls official Fan-Fics published... If I changed this up a little, I could conceivably get it published by the same company... but, published or not, the point is... it's likely going to be novel-length! Like Twilight length, but, you know, full of actual content of literary merit, and not "smut for illiterates"...

LOL, but we love him even more for it! :XD::tighthug: LOL, of course he's right. He's always right. Well, he's not always a grump, either. And he used to be a bit rambunctious as a young noblemer, if you can believe it. He and Aster were always causing Haskill problems when they were young mischief makers! :meow: And, yeah, he gets bored quite a bit. That's another reason he moved out to the country. Lots more room to put things for amusement. He's got an orchard, archery range, riding track, outdoor bath, and many other outdoor facilities along with his library, study, personal library, and several basement rooms for various experiments, several workshops for various crafting and smithing, and a music room among other things. But, yeah, even then, with all the stuff he has, he can get pretty bored. What good is fun stuff if you have no one to talk to about how fun it all is? Well, other than Haskill, who's pretty much obliged to just agree with everything... and who's seen it all already. Oh, yes, that naughty little rascal always gets himself into plenty of shenanigans worthy of a good punishment. :iconevilgrinplz:

Yeah, other than Emil's startling similarity to Aster, Haskill's not really bothered by much. He's a mellow kind of guy, I suppose. Down-to-Earth and all that. Normally has a very limited spectrum of emotions, from mildly amused to a little disappointed/frustrated. It's really only with extreme scenarios that he shows anything beyond that. But when he does, it's pretty funny. Accidental nicknames are the delight of my literary naming strategy... How accidents can be factored in to a strategy, I don't know, but it happens... :XD:

Ugh, for some reason, it bothers me more to find things in my writing that no one else has pointed out. I always feel like everyone noticed already and are laughing at my mistake, wondering when I'll finally notice the flaw in my writing mechanics or plot. :iconpheenieplz: Oh well... We're only human, and a few mistakes are to be expected, especially without fancy editors to overlook obvious spelling errors for us! :XD: They're professionals! They get paid to make mistakes! :shakefist:

LOL, I like having mine in a blatantly obvious color, screaming at me to fix them ASAP! :D

:iconembarrasedplz: Aww. I'm glad you have such faith in me. Even if I don't deserve it. Ugh, at least I never have to take another history course ever again! :iconhappytearsplz: Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm free 'til February also. Yus, I'm glad I'm feeling better, too. The last few weeks were a bitch... :iconinternalinjuryplz:

Well, it won't let me make more than one on the same email account, so I guess they changed the policy since you asked... but whatever... Ugh, and stupid Email providers won't let you sign up for 5+ email accounts in one day... apparently, that's suspicious now... :XD: But, yeah, I'll note you my AIMs and Emails and such.

Mmmm, I can never pick one favorite anything, unless it represents a specific combination of categories. Like, my favorite pasta dish that includes animal protein in the form of sliced and cooked muscle tissue is Chicken Fettuccini Alfredo. My favorite dessert item that includes chocolate, a pastry base, and cream filling is Boston Cream Pie. My favorite fast food made with ground beef, cheese, a bread product and vegetable material is a Portobello Mushroom Six Dollar Burger from Carls Jr. If you asked me for my favorite savory food, dessert, and fast food, I'd give you these answers and a lot of other answers... The least specific food you could ask me about and get a straight answer would be "What's your favorite eggs-only breakfast dish?", to which I would answer: "Eggs Benedict, fool!" (Although that usually includes and English Muffin, but not always...)

Well, I hope you feel better soon. I know I feel so awful when I just don't have an appetite... :icongummysadplz:

Eh, I may just end up getting a new one. The battery life was sucky anyway. It really only lasted about 2 hours maximum, and that's if you didn't ever change the song or adjust the volume.

LOL, I hope it went well, too! :XD: I ended up half-assing parts because even writing down all the notes and stuff he said in lecture, it barely came out to 3 and a half pages (when the minimum was four pages) and there was nothing relevant in the reading to supplement it... The other one ended up being too long (4 and a half pages when he upper limit was 3 pages) because I just got tired of reading the bullshit and summarized it... Ugh, I hate history... Now if they asked me to write about Tamrielic History, Fuck Yeah! :iconfuckyeahplz: I could write that shit with my eyes closed. American History... :iconlazyonion: Hell noes... :iconcannotevenplz: Fuck, really, what's the point of suffering through shit that doesn't interest you?! I loved the beginning where we learned a bit about British history, especially the class system and how America tried to emulate that because when the colonies were young, we felt like true Brits! We wanted to be British, but in another place! We liked Britain and wanted to impress them! It was only after they essentially scoffed at us and went "Aww, look at those poor American losers! They think they're British! It's so cute, really, but their diet's all wrong and have you heard their accents? Atrocious!" That we said, "OK, fuck you. We would be happy to pay you taxes, but damn it, we're British too! We want some say in the laws you guys make for us. We don't want to be independent, we just want to be able to have a little more control." That was interesting. America after it became independent? ... Snore... God, everything was about slavery and plantations and cotton and tobacco and liquor and war and people fucking disagreeing about everything, and "Sit down John!" Fucking horrible musicals and AAAAAACK! If you're going to make me read and learn and watch this shit, at least let me fucking relate it to the Elder Scrolls history or Aselia history... Fucking relating one view of history to another view of the same shit is boring. Slavery was good for A, B, and C reasons versus Slavery was bad for D, E and F reasons is boring. Slavery in Aselia was like Slavery in America because Yadda, yadda, yadda... Now we're talking. That shit will help me remember stuff. That shit will help me learn from stuff. That shit will put boring history in a context for me. (LOL, if I recall correctly, didn't Richter express disdain for history? In the skit "Useless Research" in the Camberto Caves?

EMIL: The Spiritual Tome and the Spiritual Apocrypha. Do they both have the same kind of stuff written in them?
RICHTER: This book is about Spiritua. When the world was still split in two, she was the most famous of all the Tethe'allan angels. I even heard Spiritua was once the Chosen of Sylvarant. Is it true?
EMIL: (Uncertain) [Uh...] Yes?
TENEBRAE: (Butts in) History is not Emil's strong suit.
[RICHTER: Hmmph.]
EMIL: [Ah, ha...] I'm sorry. I didn't study as much as I should have.
RICHTER: Well, it's not exactly essential for everyday life.
EMIL: You know a lot about history and all sorts of other stuff. That's really cool.
RICHTER: (Looks away) That's all they ever let me do.
EMIL: (Curious) What do you mean?
RICHTER: I mean--Forget it. It was meaningless research, anyway.

Poor Richter. All he was allowed to do was read about boring history when he wanted to do science! :iconcrycryplz: Richter wants to know practical things, but the stupid racist humans only let half-elves learn useless shit to make them dependant and impotent... Fucking humans... :icongoddamnshitplz: Except Aster... I be he sneaked Richter all sorts of fun texts on science and magitechnology... And they'd be like drugs for Richter... and he'd hungrily absorb all the knowledge he could, reading them until dawn with Aster, all excited, pointing out interesting discoveries or innovative machines.../ Crumbles into a mushy pile of Aster/Richter Science loves... :iconmonkeyloveplz::iconchocoloveplz:
ShadowedLightning Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012
AU is just wonderful for so many reasons. So many possibilities to explore! There's a reason I have several timelines with "first time" stories, after all! Just so many ways it could go down! asdjfhjkasd SO MANY CHOICES. XD You could do a bit of a combination, I suppose, somehow. BUT IT WILL BE PERFECT NO MATTER HOW YOU DO IT. And I have the imagination to imagine what would happen the other ways you don't. XD I just can't wait to see how you handle it, and how you make it work~ :D

Yeah. Just... Poor, poor Richter. /wants to hug the poor man

I do think I might know what's up with it--it seems like it would be even more emotional if you had described it while he was dreaming, rather than him trying to talk about it. But maybe that's just me, "in the momemnt" stuff seems to have more force than "described later" stuff, IMO. But either way, it's not bad!

Ahahaah... I WISH I could write things that long. I struggle to get out 14k words! ...And then I never finish anything that gets that long. /looks sadly at pile of unfinished stories Oh man, I love/hate when minor characters suddenly develop and take over stuff. XD

:iconwubplz: Really? I think your style is more... Pretty? You use bigger, more interesting words than I do, and you have so much more description. XD I REALLY WANT TO WORK ON STUFF. I just really need to get motivation to actually write... So, hopefully I can churn out at least one thing before year's end... Or during January... THERE IS A TERRIBLE DROUGHT OF ANYTHING INVOLVING RICHTER/ASTER AND/OR RICHTER/EMIL AND/OR RICHTER/ASTER/EMIL. ...Which I have been semi-handling with RP. XD

D'awww. XD EMIL IS JUST FUCKING ADORABLE WHEN HE'S EXCITED ABOUT STUFF. Well, he's adorable all the time. BUT ESPECIALLY WHEN HE'S EXCITED. (Ahahaha, nice. XD) Hahaha, oh wow, that would be hilarious. ...Holy shit. Just holy shit. I think I just died from amazement. :icono0oplz:

YES. Oh, I can believe that. I've always thought, with Aster (or Emil, if he'd had the time to truly bond with the boy) he was a lot more open and fun. I always thought Aster wast he one to get him to open up, and he just closed himself off again when Aster died. Ahhh... I know how that is. I have stacks of games to play, books and manga to read, shows I have on a list to watch... And sometimes i Just sit here and go "Fuck I'm bored..." XD XD

Mmm, that's good. It's better than freaking the heck out. XD Hahahah, well, some people plan for everything to just kinda happen somehow accidentlaly, so... XD

Haaa... Well, I think it's either people are afraid to point stuff out (because there ARE people who ask for you to point shit out, then they scream at you for daring to not call their work perfect...), or they honestly just miss it themselves. I miss a lot of stuff. XD

I just usually re-read my stuff online, so I don't see it if I just make a note in the file. XD

Hey, you do! YOU DO. /refuses to believe otherwise Hey, I hope you keep feelin' better! AND FREEDOM IS GREAT.

Mmm, maybe you can't make more than one with the same account, but you can tie them to the same account by changing them after? That might be what they meant. I know I have three tied to one e-mail. Hahaha... Aw. Well, I usually use two providers if I need a brand-new e-mail, but I have several of 'em spread out over three. And a few older accounts I can't access due to forgetting the passwords now. XD YESE NOTE MEEEEEE.

Hahah, yeah, I know how that feels, though. My favorites are fluid, really. I may have a favorite at the moment, but depending on my mood it might change. But a few things remains the same, usually if they made a real impact on me or otherwise were just amazing.

I am feeling better, I think. Yesterday I was fine, so... I'mma try pizza tonight. XD Hopefully it goes well. If not, oh well.

Yeesh. D:

Mmm, half-assing things is just what students do, lol. Hahahah, man, it's always fun when you're allowed to do whatever you want. I remember I actually wrote fanfiction for a narrative assignment. It turned out to be 8 pages, he wanted 4. OOPS. ...Speaking of, I should actually post that one. But I'm debating on if I should put the names in or pass it off as original fiction. XD I wrote it without actually using any canon names, the only name used, IIRC, is an OC made specifically for the story. And I made it generic enough that it could pass for original ficion. But I was totally thinking of Richter and Aster when I wrote it. XD UGH I KNOW, THOUGH. It's like, how much of this boring BS are you gonna remember anyway? Y'know, it's really fascinating to learn a little about the Revloution from the British PoV. There's little bits of that in ACIII, which is fun. XD Mmmm, it's always a good thing to relate it to what you're interested in, I think. You learn more and retain it better.

But yes, poor Richter. At least he had Aster, yes, I bet Aster tried to give him a lot of help. Though, in my headcanon Aster was kinda stuck down there with him, ahahah... /rolls off, imagining Richter/ASter
Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Yes, indeed it is. There truly are infinite possibilities. I'll probably get a combination in there somewhere... Or I might try a divergent plot-line kinda thing... but, as I've said many-a-time about divergent plots... They take way longer to write... :iconsweatplz: :iconembarrasedplz: Aw... Thankies! :meow: Hee-hee! Gotta love that imagination! :heart: Well, I'll try not to make you wait too long then! :D

Indeed... :iconcheerupplz: We can hug him together...

Hmm, you might be right... I'm still letting it percolate in my mind before I read it again, but that'd probably add to the effect, like you said. Still, I'm kinda attached to the last few lines: " And with his final breath, he looked at me with the most... the most... desperate, broken look. His lips were so chapped and pale... contrasting the blood now spilling from his mouth.... and he asked me... he asked 'Why didn't you save me?' and I just... I... just..." Those lines really made me feel something. And that kind of loses it's power to me when I take it out of that context and put it in the third person... Like I said, I'll see how I feel about it next time I re-read, and if I still don't like it, I'll try doing it like you suggested, as he's dreaming it.

Aw, writing long stuff and writing short stuff both have benefits and drawbacks. Edgar Allen Poe actually stopped writing his longer stuff and started writing shorter stuff just because people didn't like and/or had trouble following his longer works and he received bad reviews. He later went on to write that "there is no such thing as a long poem. Epic poetry is merely a bunch of shorter poems strung together in a cohesive way." or something thereabouts. He basically justified their disdain for him and kind of "Lampshaded it" (LOL, trying to use my turns of phrase whenever I can, now), basically saying "Okay, fine, you think those old Greek plays are fantastic, but you can't fucking follow my shit. Fine, whatever, I'll write shorter shits for you, ya retards!" :XD: LOL, I had the same problem in my creative writing class. Most people don't want to read a lot (especially not when it comes to poetry), and most people that don't mind reading a lot don't want to have to read 15000 words before they reach the "juicy stuff"... so short is good, especially to start, when you want to get attention and gather a following. Long is good when you have an engaging story or have already acquired a following that likes your work enough that they don't mind reading a little extra to get to the good parts. So... My audience is narrower than yours, but more "dedicated" as you might say, because even when you gather a following that likes your short stuff, some of them are going to be "Anti-Poes" and will stop reading your long stuff... (LOL, coined another term, there!:D) But, hey, you'll eventually finish them. I know you will. And I'll be right here, patiently waiting to read them! :heart:

:icononigaspplz: R-Really?! :iconembarrasedplz: Well, it's not the most eloquent or sophisticated language, but I do try. I kind of have a list of "big/long/pretty/lesser-known/foreign words" that I've collected throughout the years... So that probably helps... Again, like the above comment says, descriptiveness isn't always the best. (I've been accused of being heinously overly-descriptive and/or "fluffy" and/or "flowery" in my writing style.) Some people don't want to read all that, and are of the mindset: "Hey, if you can draw a picture of it with your words, and it's that important to you, then draw a fucking picture instead of a 3 page description and move the fuck on with life! :iconwatchitplz:" So, yeah. But I'm glad you appreciate that, and I certainly don't plan on changing my writing style to please those few people that don't have the palate for description.

You're plenty descriptive yourself, though! :D Don't sell yourself short!:icongreatjobplz: I know you'll find that motivation soon! I can cheer for you again, if you'd like! :iconcheerplz: LOL, indeed, there is. But, hey, at least you and I are helping with that! :iconevilgrinplz:

Indeed, indeed, most assuredly... Whoa, wait, what?! :XD: Hang on... if you're amazed at what I think you're amazed at, calm down... I don't know I'm going to get it published, okay?! :XD: I'm just saying, it's possible... I might try for it, I might not... The whole vore thing makes it a bit of a stretch, bit maybe, just maybe I could still get it published without... But if you're just amazed at the perceived length of my expected final product... then, yeah, I'm amazing... I know... :D

Yeah, definitely. Ugh, I'm the exact same... I hate that about life... Sometimes you're just bored... Although, they say that when you're bored, even though you have a lot of things you could enjoy or activities you could be doing and you're still "bored", what you're actually feeling is lonely... :iconcuddleplz: I'm pretty sure that's true... because when I'm "bored" and I talk to you, suddenly there's not enough hours in a year to do all the things you inspire me to do! :iconbunnyloveplz:

Yeah, I suppose it is... LOL. "Accidents happen... I, however, plan to make them happen!" - Counter-intuitive Goron King Darunia. :icondignitylaughplz: That would be the world's best bumper-sticker for so many reasons! :iconroflwafflesplz:

Well, it must be the latter, because I've got a proven track record of embarrassedly fixing up errors that are pointed out to me...

I re-read online and off-line for convenience's sake, but if I find one online, I'll usually fix it as soon as I see it... :icondontunderstandplz: But that can take a while when you're just re-reading for pleasure, and not editing purposes...

But I don't! I don't :XD: I'm hardly a reliable person, you know! :D I'm always forgetting things and taking a long time on things that shouldn't take so long or don't deserve the attention! :icongoddamnshitplz: But, still, I'm glad to have your blind faith backing me up! :heart: Well, so far, so good. Feeling better and more well rested every day. Getting some REM sleep for a change, which I totally need... :iconitalyplz: Yes, it is. That's why every country and individual strives for, fights for, dies, lies, and kills for freedom! :iconamericanflagplz: *shot*

Maybe, but I'm too lazy to do that... :XD: I'm running out of providers! :icondignitylaughplz: Yes, I have noted you.

Mmm... Yesterday, I had the world's best broccoli and cheddar soup... It was delicious... :iconitalyplz: I wanna get the recipe so bad now... I'll try looking for it on America's Test Kitchen's official website or on the Cooks' Country's official website. Otherwise, I'll have to infer the recipe from the ingredients label (it was a premade soup from Sam's Club, but it's one of those "organic" health-food kinds that my dad won't buy because it costs twice as much as the "non-healthy, non-organic" kind, and three times as much as it would cost to make it yourself...) It was really sooooooo delicious... Maid!Emil's definitely going to cook some for Noble!Richter in "The Maid at Rosethorn Hall"... You can pretty much bet Richter's going to be dropping his pants after that meal (for one reason or another :XD: Probably both conceivable reasons... [namely that he ate so much of it, his pants no longer fit, and he also wants a little "after-dinner romp" with his little maid-cum-chef in the bedroom... :iconlinkrapefaceplz:]) Mmmm. Same here. I think it's the same for everyone, actually. Most people prefer things that remind them of home-cooking, and most people's favorite foods are things they remember from special occasions, etc. That's usually how food leaves an "impact" on me, anyway...

Good, I hope you keep on feeling better. Pizza's always good! I had some of that yesterday, too... (Hoping it went well. Did it? :iconfingerscrossedplz:)

I know, isn't that the crappiest life-span for an iPod battery ever? Aren't they usually supposed to last for 8 hours? I had to charge mine at least twice a day to make it through!

True... but that doesn't mean professors know or sympathize with that... Hehe, yes, it is. LOL, I've done that before. A lot. Especially in high school creative writing... 7 page maximum short story... mine = 30 pages, and that's with me rushing the ending to meet the due date! :XD: I WANT TO READ IT EITHER WAY SO POST IT! :icondestroyplz: :XD: Meh, do what you want. If you really want an opinion, I say post it with the names, but really, just do whatever's easiest... so I can read it ASAP! :iconcreepyonionplz: Exactly. History goes in one ear and out the other for me... Yes, it is. ACIII? Whuzzat?! :XD: *shot* Really, though, I've never heard of it, or I'm not familiar with the acronym... Yep. It's been psychologically (and therefore scientifically) proven that learning ability and memory capacity increases if you can tie new information to what you already know. But the thing is, if I'm not going to be asked to demonstrate having learned crap, I won't bother to, let alone try to tie it to things I already know and/or like... too much effort for no pay-off, you know? Like Richter said, history's not really essential for daily life. I might help enrich it, maybe, but it's not necessary to my survival here in the US, not even necessary to get a job, really... so why would I learn it? Sure, I live in the US, but knowing and obeying the laws is really all that matters. Knowing that sacrifices had to be made and wars had to be won to get here is important too, but other than that, history only matters in a very limited number of practical instances. It's more engaging to focus on problems in the country now and how to solve them, rather than learn how problems were and were not solved in the past. If the problem directly parallels a modern one, then fine, I'll Google it, but otherwise, I don't give a flying fuck...

Indeed. Well, I like your head-canon, but I also think that even if he were treated badly, Aster still probably had more privileges than half-elves simply because he's human. Like racism in the American South (the one thing I actually did retain from History this year, since racism/slavery was easily connectable to racism/slavery of half-elves in Sybak) even the lowest class, poorest whites on plantations were employed as overseers because it created a social structure that ingrained racism in the minds of whites and helped protect the institution of slavery because it showed blacks were even more inferior than even the lowest of the whites. This prevented a slave uprising, because if poor whites had been able to identify with black slaves and realize "hey, wait, we're the same" they would have fought against the planter class, together, and their pleas would have been given more credibility because they would have had a white voice, which Northerners would readily rally behind, and eventually, the support of the North and the passion of the oppressed would have been enough to stamp out slavery in the South, which would have made the rich Planter class dirt poor. (Damn, this should have been in my essay! :iconomgwtfbbqplz:) So I think Syback gave Aster a teeny bit more freedom just for the sake of preserving their version of slavery... You always seem to be "rolling" places... You've used that phrase at least twice... :iconsweatplz: Is there a reason for that?
VaatisCloudy Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I LOVE the secret world of Arietty! And great work my sibling~ XD
My friend wans to read Together with Richter... in its intirety. XD Oh dear.
Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
:iconvaatiscloudy::iconbrofistplz::iconbrofist4plz::icongoron-king-darunia: Heck yeah! "The Secret World of Arrietty" is epic! I love it, too! (Obviously.:XD:) The music was so whimsical and well suited to the movie! I cry every time I listen to "The Neglected Garden", even though it's not all that sad... :iconsobeautifulplz: It's just... very pretty...
:iconspotlightplz::bow::iconbowplz: Thank you, thank you! :D LOL, yes, yet another person who thinks like me! :iconnewdummyplz: so you're the other other half of my brain... so... that means I have 1 and 1/2 brains now?! :XD::iconnewlaplz: Hehehe... :iconcreepyonionplz: Now I have two people hopelessly addicted to my work (possibly a third if your friend enjoys Together with Richter.)

Wow, I'm gaining quite a following now, it seems... :iconiseeplz: Four people following me for my vore porn... :D I'm like a celebrity! :icondignitylaughplz: Well, if they want to read it, they'll have to go on, because I changed the version here on Deviantart to comply with their "pornographic content policy". Basically, I made blatantly obvious cuts where I took out "sexual" content. It's the same title on AdultFanFiction.Net. My username is DONERO_the_Great. It's the newest one on there, though, so it should be easy to find.

Oh dear, indeed! :XD: It's an awful lot to read! 50,000+ words! :XD: And there are still plenty of typos that I haven't fixed! :XD: I just noticed a big mistake with the Hot Springs vore sequence recently... I basically say Emil swallowed Richter to a certain point, and then I say he did it again... :iconpheenieplz:... It's, like, super obvious, too! I don't know how I missed it! Or why no one else mentioned it! :iconembarrasedplz: *runs off to fix it on both sites... feeling like an idiot... ^^;*
VaatisCloudy Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh-oh no, I didn't mean it like that... Your work is great! :D
And I'm working on an epic story...
Shadow Link and Vio Link.
Well, my friend'll be happy to hear that one! :D
In my story I'm at the part where Vio makes Shadow promise to swallow him again. :XD:
Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Oh, I know you meant it as a compliment. But I've had a bunch of people in my creative writing classes who complain about my lengthy writing. LOL, they were always saying "Can't you write a shorter poem?!" *holds up 3 page poem* and I'd be like "No! Can you write a longer one?!" *holds up a 3 line poem* LOL, once we had a short story due, and I got very involved with it, because it was so much fun to write I just couldn't stop. It was supposed to be between 5 to 7 pages. Mine was 30 pages. :XD: And that was the "short" version. If I hadn't rushed the ending, it would have been longer. :XD:

Ooh! Shadow and Vio... :iconevilgrinplz: Sounds like fun! I can't wait to see it! Hehe, oh boy, it's always fun when there's promises of more vorey goodness. :iconcreepyonionplz:
VaatisCloudy Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Oh, here's a bit from my story~
"Um.. Sh-Shadow?" Vio blushed a little. "Promise you'll swallow me again?" The being of darkness stared wide-eyed at his counterpart, surprised, "Please? Promise me...!" The violet-garbed hero pleaded, his big blue eyes shining adorably.
Shadow blinked, a bit surprised at how much Vio wanted the shadow to swallow him again. "O-once we get out of th-this mess, sure." He said, blushing. The blond smiled, thanking the being of darkness.

:hungry: Ooh, stop pretending Shadow, you know you liked it... >:D
Goron-King-Darunia Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
:iconkawaiifaceplz: Cuuuute! :heart: I can't wait to read it!

Hehehe, indeed. Stop acting like you didn't love having Vio in your belly, Shadow... Everyone knows Vio is the tastiest! :XD: I bet he tastes like mixed berries! :iconplanningplz: Or maybe like grape? No, wait! Boysenberry! :D Red probably tastes like strawberry, and Blue tastes like blue raspberry (lol, even though that's not a real fruit) and original Green probably tastes like green apple! :iconfeelingfullplz: Mmmm... Shadow should just eat them all! :XD:
VaatisCloudy Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I would say Blue tastes like blurberries... And Vio tastes like cream and sugar :3
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