Snow Covered Prints [Naelona / Permission]

[Naelona Ezel]

Either way there was probably some form of a mutual understanding between the two. Whatever some peculiar bond they had, it was there and it existed regardless of what Naelona or anyone else might insist. Perhaps were she not so callous, Naelona might have said so as well. But for what anyone knew, she would never show such a thing in a million years, it was just something that had to be read between the lines.

Naelona felt strangely bared by the blond's look, startled as he may be. It was true, the boogie had worried about him, and kept her searching for him to the point she about landed herself in some trouble - well - trouble were she a human. But it was still a worry, a concern, even if she had long forgotten what those feelings were. It did mean something indeed.

Resting against the boy the soft thumping of his heart sounded rhythmically in her ear. His voice when he spoke resonated within his hollow chest, which seemed to match with as thin and frail as he appeared from the outside. "If you mean liking you or enjoying your company, Then yes. Yes, I am fond of you Naelona. It is one of the reasons I want to be your slave again and to stay that way." Nestled into his chest the boogie sighed, watching the fire. Even how he spoke was different. Calming.. in a strange way.. but.. very strange and Naelona wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. But she wasn't about to move either.

"I still don't believe I understand what fond means.." Some sickness of the mind, perhaps. But it didn't seem to be of quite that variety. If 'fondness' were an illness the two she at least knew afflicted with it didn't seem ill. There were other, more serious illnesses that afflicted much of the populace. Females seemed more apt to it than others, it was part why Naelona kept no female slaves, but still she'd found no distinct cause, nor cure. But 'fond' was something else. What she wasn't sure, but it had her curiosity.

"So.. you want to stay around me because you enjoy my company, Kristopher?" Naelona asked. "That is the meaning of fond? I've been told my presence is cold. Frigid." She shifted slightly against him, tilting her head to peer up at the slave, sounding a bit weak. "Why do you think otherwise, Kristopher Roberts?"

[Kristopher Roberts]

"So.. you want to stay around me because you enjoy my company, Kristopher? That is the meaning of fond? I've been told my presence is cold. Frigid. Why do you think otherwise, Kristopher Roberts?"

Kristopher sat silently for a long moment, the pain in his foot making him tired more and more. Even by the second he felt as if he would pass out from it. But he had to stay awake, at least for his ex-Master's sake. The blond let out a soft sigh and looked down at her, a hand resting on her hair. Then slowly it went through the two colored locks in a soothing fashion. Almost in the same manner that Naelona used to do to him when he was a young child.

"Madam." He said slowly, shaking his head again. "Naelona, I know you can be cruel, mean and even ruthless. That is the nature of Boogies and I realize that I am human and I have little room to live or life. I do whatever is asked from me, hardly without question. Most boogies see us as drones, toys and objects. They don't care if we have a personality or a life, or a loved one we want to be with and if we have one, they are killed." Where was he going with this? He wasn't sure himself.

"I enjoy your company because you let me have a voice. It might be small and limited and even ignored. But you do let me talk and express myself when it is needed. You sooth me when I am in pain, you take care of me like a good Master. I might be a pet, but you give me some leeway that is not often granted. Yes, I do disobey and I do wonder off, but that is human nature as well."

He paused, running his fingers through her hair softly. "Your presence can be very cold and sufficating. But you have moments, that you are warm and caring. It is not many but I do treasure those times. It reminds me that this world isn't as cold as it seems and I am not just a sheep waiting to be picked and skinned. It makes me feel a live, wanted, and . . . treasured I guess. You took me from a home that did not want me. My father was a drunk and my mother was a drug addict. I was abused everyday so badly that I could barely walk, see, or even speak for a good portion of my life. I wasn't allowed to go to school hardly, I was ill, much more back then, then I am now. No one loved me then, not even my own family. I was abandoned and left for dead."

His green eyes lowered then, looking at Naelona softly. His back resting on the back of her neck then. "But, then you came in the night and took me away as my mother was coming back to finish what she started. She was going to murder me then and dispose of my body I am sure. You brought me here, granted it is a different world all together and I am still abused and hurt. But not to the extent I used to be. Here, I am given a chance and choices. I am feed and not straved. I have a warm bed and someone to care for me, even if its just a little. Naelona, you gave me a chance to live, raised me, and took care of me. That in itself, makes me fond of you to the point that I don't think I could ever betray you for any reason, even if you disagree with me or become unhappy with my choices and how I live."

He closed his eyes then, slowly raising his free hand to his head. "I hope that can answer your question." he said slowly as he felt strangely then, as if the world was spinning and he himself was the only one able to remain still. It took him a moment, but he world then stopped spinning and he was breathing heavily. Was his wound taking this much out of him so soon?