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Post by Alesia on Jun 26, 2014 1:48:35 GMT -8
((that picture is going to be the death of me))
"I hope you know that I'm holding you completely accountable for this happening to me, asshole." Ashe growled in between sniffles at Simon, who had just arrived and was standing in the wizard's doorway. "And since you've done something as horrendous as getting me sick on a weekend, it is only fair I ruin yours by pulling the 'Slave for a Day' card!" He yelled as he pointed at Simon in a flashy pose, but then quickly retracted his pose and held his head in irritation. "Shit, I shouldn't yell..I think I just gave myself a headache.." Ashe muttered.
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Post by Lucy on Jun 26, 2014 10:50:57 GMT -8
"Oh jeez," Simon sighed, strolling into Ashe's room. "Don't blame me, blame your own shitty immune system. Most people don't get sick just from losing a few pints of blood," he scoffed. He dumped his bag on the floor and sat down on the edge of Ashe's bed. "I guess now's as good a time as any to get that whole shitty 'slave for a day' deal over with. What would you have me do, o master?" he asked sarcastically.
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Post by Alesia on Jul 28, 2014 16:33:23 GMT -8
Ashe looked thoughtful for a moment. "...Carry me." His mouth split into a malicious grin. "Carry me back to my bed, slave. Chop, chop! No time to waste!" He added in a sing song voice.
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Post by Lucy on Aug 5, 2014 17:32:13 GMT -8
Simon rolled his eyes and walked over to Ashe. "Whatever you say," he said sweetly, before effortlessly hoisting the wizard over his shoulder like a sack of flower, walking over to the bed, and tossing him roughly down onto it. He looked down at the sick boy with a smug grin. "Anything else?"
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Post by Alesia on Aug 5, 2014 18:14:30 GMT -8
"Hey, I'm sick you asshat, you can't just shove me anywhere you want! You might break something important! Like me. Everything on me is important." Ashe huffed, crossing his arms. "Make yourself useful and get me something to eat, will you? Pretty sure Damien grabbed me a bowl of chicken noodle soup from the cafeteria earlier but I wasn't in the mood to eat it then. ALL you have to do is heat it up. Can you do that without ruining anything, Edward?" Ashe narrowed his eyes at the vampire.
((i cannot remember if they have a mini fridge and a microwave in their dorm or not but im gonna take a shot in the dark))
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Post by Lucy on Aug 8, 2014 10:00:39 GMT -8
"If I have to put up with doing whatever you want for a whole agonizing day, I'm going to shove you wherever I damn well please," Simon snorted. He went and picked up the bowl of soup and put it in the microwave, heating it for two or three times as long as was necessary to warm it. The resulting brew was nearly boiling hot, and if he had been human he might have even burned his hands picking the bowl up again. "Enjoy," he said sweetly, handing it to Ashe.
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Post by Alesia on Aug 20, 2014 0:51:28 GMT -8
"Well, It's about time." Ashe complained. "You better not have done anything weird to my soup.." He eyed Simon suspiciously as he went to take the scorching hot bowl from the vampire. As soon as the piping hot bowl sat on his palms, Ashe instantly tossed it out of his hands and onto his vampiric servant. "HEY!" Ashe exclaimed, shaking his hands in an attempt to cool them down, "What's the big idea, asshat?! You think you're real fucking fun--" Ashe halted in his sentence when he realized Simon was covered in noodles and chicken chunks. He quickly burst into uproarius laughter. "Hah! That's a good look for you, I'd say!"
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Post by Lucy on Sept 15, 2014 19:56:55 GMT -8
Simon froze up as the boiling hot liquid hit him, not from actual pain, but simply from the shock of being suddenly doused in soup. His hair laid limply on his head, rather than teased up as usual, and was covered in noodles and chicken; his shirt was soaked with broth. "Oh. My. God," he choked out. "Aughhh! Seriously? This is the second time you've spilled hot fluids all over me in as many months. If I was human I would be severely injured and I could sue you!" he said, pointing accusingly at the wizard. As he moved his arm, the fabric squelched slightly from its saturation of chicken broth. "Eughh, this feels disgusting..." He brushed the soup bits out of his hair and onto Ashe's floor, then started unbuttoning his soggy shirt. "I should make you pay my dry cleaning."
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Post by Alesia on Sept 15, 2014 20:21:21 GMT -8
"H-hey! Don't get naked here you exhibitionist! This isn't a locker room!" Ashe scooted back quickly and pressed his back against the wall. "There is a restroom directly to the left of you! I'd suggest you use it instead of trying to give me a show." He huffed as he pointed towards the hardwood door. "And you're cleaning this mess up, servant boy." Ashe smirked.
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Post by Lucy on Sept 15, 2014 20:34:34 GMT -8
Simon cursed loudly. He hadn't thought about the fact that Ashe was still bossing him around for the day when he brushed the mess off onto the floor. "Yes, sir," he said with acidic sarcasm, and headed into the bathroom. He finished stripping his wet shirt off (thankfully not much soup had made it to his pants) and dumped it in the sink to soak before the stain could set. Then he turned on the shower and stuck just his torso underneath the running water to wash the soup from his hair and the stickiness from his pale skin. He grabbed a towel from the rack-- a luxurious purple one that he knew could only belong to one specific asshole-- to dry off his chest, arms, and head, and then brought it with him as he exited the bathroom, still shirtless. He didn't have anything else to wear regardless, but if being half bare bothered Ashe he would have done it anyways. "Is this to your satisfaction, sir?" he asked sarcastically, with a tinge of cruel humor, as he used the fancy towel to mop up the soup on the floor.
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Post by Alesia on Dec 21, 2014 18:46:32 GMT -8
Ashe waited for the vampire to finish cleaning himself off in the bathroom, tapping his fingers on the bed impatiently. It hadn't even been a full 10 minutes yet and Simon was already being an irritating little shit. Normally, he would have started to reconsider this whole "Slave for a Day" thing, but knowing Simon, he was being a grade A asshole so that he would be let out of the deal early. That alone was enough for Ashe to snuff the very idea of reconsideration out. Plus, he was sick and sorta lonely without his siren roommate around to keep him company, so of course there'd be no way in hell he would let Simon get away that easy.
"Took you long enough, slave." Ashe said unamusedly. He didn't even notice Simon was carrying his plush, purple towel until it was being used to mop up the chicken noodle soup off of the carpet. "W-WAIT A MINUTE--" Ashe shouted, hurriedly sitting up from his bed. He stared in horror at the sight of his very expensive and luxurious towel being used for a simple rag's job. This was the last straw. "Alright, Hawthorne, if you expect me to believe you somehow 'didn't know' whose purple towel that was, you're sorely mistaken." He glared.
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Post by Lucy on Dec 22, 2014 0:27:01 GMT -8
"Oh no, this is yours?" Simon said in mock horror, staring ashamedly at the towel in his hand. "I'm so sorry, master I had no idea! I only grabbed it because it looked like it'd be the most absorbent towel to use to clean the soup off of your pristine floor." His sarcasm was even sharper than his fangs. "Well then, just allow me to return this to you." He tossed the towel, now soggy with soup, right at Ashe's head.
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Post by Alesia on Dec 26, 2014 2:47:22 GMT -8
A wet "splat" sound was heard when the towel hit the wizards face. Literal steam could be seen forming from the towel, meaning a certain ember-eyed boy wasn't particularly happy with these turn of events.. "Simon you...you're going to REGRET having done that.." Ashe started, his voice becoming progressively louder and more hostile with each word. "If you plan on keeping this shit up, I'll be forced t--" In the middle of his threat, Ashe hacked and coughed weakly, immediately losing the intimidating air he had surrounding himself. Great. He had almost forgotten he was even ill, so his magic wasn't going to be the strongest until he was better again. Grumbling in irritation at the reminder, he snatched the towel off of his head and rolled it into a ball before chucking it straight at Simon, hard.
"Go fetch me something to clean my head with." He ordered, folding his arms. "You're going to be cleaning me off. And you're not going to do it roughly or improperly. This is an order from your Master." He adopted the title 'master' from Simon since he was the one who started saying it in the first place, even if it was in a mock voice.
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Post by Lucy on Dec 30, 2014 19:22:39 GMT -8
"This is an order from your master," Simon echoed in a cartoonish, mocking voice as he caught the towel projectile from the air and turned back to the bathroom. He dropped the soggy purple towel in the sink, not bothering to try to wash it out, and grabbed a plain white towel from the rack. He ran it under the water for a moment to slightly dampen it before heading back into the room.
There was no real reason that he had to go along with this whole ridiculous situation... But even though it was annoying to get talked down to like he was a servant, it was an incredibly amusing game to see just how frustrated he could make Ashe without technically disobeying the wizard's "orders".
"Alright, sir, I promise to be as gentle and proper as I can be," he said with sickening sweetness. He clambered up onto Ashe's bed and sat so that he was straddling the wizard's legs underneath the bed covers and leaned forward to dab at his face with the towel. The vampire had to stop himself from snickering and ruining the moment, hoping to make Ashe as uncomfortable as possible with the extremely close proximity and sweet caresses of the towel as he cleaned him off.
((don't forget simon is also still shirtless |D ))
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Post by Alesia on Jan 12, 2015 22:13:32 GMT -8
Ashe raised a brow in suspicion of the vampire's saccharine laced tone. He immediately knew nothing good was about to come out of whatever the hell Simon had in mind, but before he could shift his position, his legs were already being uncomfortably straddled underneath the boy's legs. "Wh-what the hell do you think you're..?!" He sputtered, his face reluctantly going red because of how close Simon was getting. And to make things worse, Simon was still shirtless! God, things would be terrible for his reputation if someone had entered the room while the two of them were positioned like this. "Ok, I see what you're trying to do, Edward." Ashe huffed, his cheeks still red with embarrassment. "You're trying to weird me out like usual, huh? Well it isn't not going to work this time around. You keep doing your job of getting this crap off of me, and I'll just sit back and relax like I'm meant to." There. That should put him back in his place. Big talk is all he has at the moment, what, with his magic capabilities lowered and all. But if he had the strength to blaze Simon into a crisp, he totally would.
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