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[- Alice -]

So I am doing a story and wanted to see what you guys thought of this >3< this is of my character ann and the first interaction between tuso and seth. So please let me know and I am open to critisim! But also keep in mind I suffer from very bad dyslexia. So I appoligize for any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors


also to let you know: "master" is baret. A god and tuso + seth work for him! and tuso fell in love with her XD

Ann- the awakening  

Feeling the soft breeze of the wind against my skin woke me up with a jolt. The pure sunlight burning against my eyes as I sat up sharply in the foreign bed. With that the sound of the door, a soft knock and a sweet sounding voice calling out. “Miss, may I enter?” the obviously feminine voice said. I looked down at myself feeling perplexed, unsure as to where or how I was here. Another knock against the wooden door as I returned my gaze to the sounds origin. “Yes, please do” I said calmly trying to mask my pure bewilderment, adding the please for polite measure. With that a young maid with hair like honey and skin pigmented like ivory walked into the room. She carried a tray atop it was a pile of sweetrolls and I could see the steam of fresh oats and porridge.  A warm welcoming smile spreading across her face as she saw me “your breakfast miss.” laying the tray down onto the bed across my lap. My mouth watered at the sight but I was suspicious of the food or rather were I was. “I’m not hungry” I said sternly, the maids brow furrowing. “Miss, you have been asleep for several days so I strongly suggest it but I cannot and shalt not force it.” A smile forming across her full lips. Outside the door I could hear yet more noises this time of footsteps. A man walking in, his body covered in a black garb it contrasting against his milk coloured skin and hair. Hands covered with black leather which clung to it giving it shape. His fingers slender and delicate looking, one holding a silver ring stoned with a large opal jewel casting a beautiful rainbow coloration on its surface. My eyes travelled to his face it was ghostly white and a cross scar under his left eye, hair covering the other. The stranger’s eyes glowing an eerily brown nearly red in colour, his entire look was unsettling. However, the man’s smile and the warmth in his eyes nearly making me want to believe every word he spoke. “I see your awake m’lady” he said bowing lowly to me, the genuflect making my cheeks turn scarlet. He turned to the maid and spoke a few hushed words, her smile now gone as she nodded. Bowing his head slightly indicated to her to leave with the simple gesture. Without a second telling she quickly left the room scuttling out. The stranger turned to me his smile the only thing stopping me from being spooked, placing his hand onto the bed before sitting down. “I’m sure your very confused… you took quite a blow to your head. But I promise you Ann your safe here” his soothing voice reassured me as I gave a soft nod of understanding and acknowledgement. My hand raising almost instinctively to feel my scalp, touching against a tender bump, my face contorting into one of pain and distaste. His smile widening as he saw the baffled expression on my face as to how he knew my name.  I watched back studying his face it hoping it would give something away but it was the same welcoming and friendly easy to admire expression. My stomach growled loudly as my eyes wondered back to the trayful of food. I saw him tilt his head in curiosity, probably confused as to why I wasn’t eating. “ann my dear, you must eat. Do I need to prove it is safe first? Are you that suspicious of me?" he questioned in his deep velvety tone, the man's smile waning but not disappearing entirely. "Do you not think if I wished to kill you you’d be dead already?”  He was right, of course but my stubbornness got the better of me. I heard a soft sigh escape from the man’s lips turning to the tray. He picked up a spoon covered in porridge, my heartbeat slightly increasing out of fear he would force me to eat it. Blowing on the porridge carefully, wisps of steam floating from it surface as he raised the spoon to his own lips. I saw him empty the spoons contents into his mouth, watching as his Adam’s apple bobbed indicating he had swallowed it.  Before replacing it by the bowl again, his face turning back to me. “Now, will you eat?” his voice no longer soft, more stern and commanding.    
 
Many moments past, although it felt like an eternity his eyes burning into my own even when my eyes were lowered, before I eventually gave into the man’s wants. Moving the bowl close to my lips no longer wanting to use the spoon beside the bowl, blowing lightly on the wisps of steam coming from the bowl. A small smile returning to his face but his cold and foreboding words still unsettling me.  I began to pour the delicious what I now came to realize honeyed porridge down my throat, my senses overwhelmed as I eagerly chugged at the porridge until it was finished. The fact I had finished it so eagerly made me see just how hungry I was, wanting to consume the entire massive trayful of food. My hand reaching out for a sweetroll as the man watched me with a small smirk. “there we are, I knew you’d be hungry. I think I’ll ask my master to wait a few days. Just so you can regain your strength” his hand edging closer to me and my cheek. I looked up with shy and curious eyes clearly still confused, a million questions flying though my head. I swallowed my mouthful about to speak, but before I could his leathered glove pressed up against my lips silencing me. For the third time since I had awoken I heard footsteps from the corridor they seemed firmer, more aggressive or perhaps I was just reading into it too much. He obviously heard them as well his head turning to the door quickly removing his finger. “Tuso, is the lass awake yet?” the door opening the voice cold and harsh with a slight northern twang in his voice. There was nothing reassuring or kind about it unlike the man to my right who I now gathered name is Tuso. The man who just entered into the room jaw’s dropping slightly, possibly due to my appearance or perhaps the proximity of Tuso. His body beside mine on the bed his hand gently tickling the skin of my shoulder. It was hard to tell, his dress code indicated that he was a gentleman at least in clothing. An ornate cane in his hand his hair raven black with light grey tips tied back in a lose and fashionable style. I could see his nose twitching as if he was smelling the air his face contorting to one of pain holding a handkerchief to his nose. Tuso let out a small bubble of laughter, it was bright and full of warmth. “Now, now, that’s no way to present yourself to our feminine company.” Tuso’s mouth twitching into a smirk, I quite rightly was offended by his display fearing that I had not cleaned since my…. Accident. Everything was still so foggy, I remembered parts of it but nothing significant. I began to discretely smell myself and the clothes I was in, there was nothing particularly unpleasant about them, and in fact they were strongly fragranced like lavender and rose petals. “the master has called for the lass. See to it that she is dressed and appropriately” he commanded, his voice slightly muffled due to the black silken cloth in front of his nose and mouth. Tuso nodded his head indicating he understood the request. His eyes wondering back down to me and my dark green stormy eyes. The gentleman began to make his way out of the room not bothering to say goodbye or even acknowledge me further. 
 
I let out a small sigh of distaste and general upset, disliking the odd yet pulchritudinous stranger. “don’t worry about him “lass”, he is just jealous” Tuso mocked with a sly smirk, my brow furrowing slightly as I looked up at him. “jealous? Jealous of what… “ I said confused and curiously. His hand travelled back to my check gently stoking it, the leather of his black glove cold against my skin. “All will be clear soon young one” He spoke in his soft velvety tone his hand now cupping my cheek it leading me to his face or more prominently his peachy and luscious lips. “W-wait… please…” my voice small and shy “I… I can’t… I promised myself not to kiss till I marry.” A smile spreading across his lips as he gently pecked my forehead before getting up. “m’lady, I’ll send in some warm water and fresh clothes. Try not to feel offended by the clothing, my master picked them not I.” He bowed and left the room promptly leaving me to eat for a few more moments. The same sweet voice from before calling out “Mistress, your bath is ready, please follow me” 
 
End of chapter