Pain and Suffering (A Romance and Action Rp) *Accepting!*

[Nithera]

Abby quietly took it, her head down, she nodded quietly. Unwilling to speak. she was still a little scared.

Seth struggled to his feet,taking James's hand and rubbing his throat."Not your fault."he jerked his head at the man laying on the ground."thanks, for that. Otherwise both would have got me."he flinched, holding the sore part of his bruised ribs.

[Moved </3 D:]

"They know not to mess with the Master's son...although, if they wanted to, they could beat me. My father....if they tell him, most certainly will." James said softly, his voice blank of any emotion. He blinked, realizing that he was in trouble. He shrugged, as if it didn't bother him. "But honestly, you didn't do anything wrong, so I didn't think you needed to be punished. Come on....let's get back to work."

[Nithera]

Seth stared at him for a moment, taking in the boy's emotions. this was so strange... James was kind, patient even. Seth glanced away, and nodded. He wasnt used to others besides his brother showing any sort of kindness to him."You will be a better man, than your father could ever be."he muttered, starting back to his row, pausing for James to follow.

[Moved </3 D:]

"I sure hope so." James muttered under his breath, his shoulders suddenly slumping. "It seems everyone things I follow in his footsteps. I don't ever want to be the kind of person he is, and I've told him that. To bad that ended badly." His last sentence was uttered scornfully, and he sighed, trying to smile as he made his way back to his own row after Seth.

[Nithera]

Seth stopped, eyes narrowed as he stared straight ahead. He had caught part of those words...It seems everyone thinks I follow in his footsteps... Seth bared his teeth as memories shot back to him, about his father. Everyone in his village had said the same thing about seth. "Just like his rotten father." "They put IT inside of that boy.... Used him to house the creature....." he could hear them.... Their whispers and scornful retorts as they talked about him whenever he passed by. Only him. Not his brother. Only him. Seth flinched again, a low rumbling growl rising up from deep in his chest as he walked stiffly back to his row, bending and instead of carefully plucking the peas, ripping them off the vine in such violent motions, some were completely crushed. His gritted teeth remained bared, his eyes suddenly frighteningly dangerous and hateful. He muttered under his breath as he worked, seething with rage. Those simple words... had brought back memories he loathed more than anything.I dont belong. I never have, I never will. Why? Whats wrong with me? Why me?

[Moved </3 D:]

James could almost sense something wrong with Seth, but didn't dare ask. The expression that the other boy wore on his face told him clearly enough to let him be. He sighed, wondering if something he said or did set him off. Probably. He always seemed to do that. Without meaning to.

[Nithera]

Seth sighed now, glancing up to see the sky beginning to darken as evening approached. Many of the slaves were packing up and heading for the shacks. He looked over at James."I think, its time to leave..."he breathed quietly, his heart aching.