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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 01 : 05
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Andr’ial lies awake for long after his Siren has fallen asleep, simply staring out of the barred windows at the shifting sea beyond. He can’t make her understand any other way, this is how it will be and she is his. The horned man sighs as he sits up, looking down at Ati’yya’s resting form. Blood lies under her claws from long-healed wounds and is dried on her legs from when he had taken her while chains and adornments lie strewn throughout the cabin, her sky blue hair fallen all around her. Every time she is broken he tries to fix it but only seems to succeed in watching her break herself again. Perhaps this is why they often find the weaker ones for sale -easier to break and less will to defy . He shakes his head. No matter, this is what he wants and he isn’t going to allow her to go anywhere. They still have several days until they reach the shore and if she needs to remain chained to the ship’s floor to keep her still, then that is how it will be. The silver haired figure rises and moves past the petite frame on the floor, out of his cabin soon after. He returns several minutes later with a pair of cooked fish and a pitcher of fresh water, setting them both down besides her. She probably won’t understand the purpose of cooking any more than she’d understand wine, but along with everything else, she’ll simply have to get used to it. He takes the discarded rag and rights the toppled bowl before filling it, soaking it once again and kneeling down to begin carefully cleaning his prize as not to disturb her. With all this cleaning he’s done, she will need to be oiled again soon or she will dehydrate. Cradling the Siren’s neck, he leans down and speaks an enchantment before carefully removing the mask, placing it off to the side and pushing disheveled strands of blue away from Ati’yya’s face. He stares down at her pretty features. Despite all that’s been done, he can’t help the smile that forms on his lips. Only in sleep does she seem so peaceful and only in sleep has he been able to hold her as he is. Eventually, she will welcome these touches, he will make sure of it before all is said and done. With a soft sigh he sets her back down before seating himself back against the cabin wall, continuing to study her face as he waits for her to wake. It’s the strange smells of the cooked food that coax her back up into consciousness and slowly blue slitted eyes open to find pupiless white staring down from his seated place before her prone frame. Ati’yya doesn’t move even as she realizes the mask is no longer in place, her thoughts returning to the earlier events when her yells had no effect on the man at her front to remind her that even without the scrolled metal, her voice is useless against her captor. Both figures remain still, one propped back against the cabin walls and the other tethered to the floor. Loathing and defiance shift through her blue gaze, but she finds she’s too weary and tired to fight anymore and the pain each of her attempts seems to earn her is enough to keep her lithe body completely still. Andr’ial spends another few moments holding his Siren’s slitted eyes before he shifts to retrieve the pitcher of water for her, his movements causing her to involuntarily flinch. She shies away from the offering though once he pours her a glass, slipping webbed fingers closer against herself and turning her face down, refusing the liquid she craves. Andr’ial sighs, knowing if he wants to get anywhere with her he should probably withhold his temper. “Do not do this to yourself, little fish, it is not worth your death…” he shakes his head. “I know you need it, more than I do.” The horned man places the glass within reach, leaving it for her to take, followed by one of the two cooked fish he’d brought on a plate before taking the other one for himself. “I am not going to let you kill yourself out of stubbornness, I have ways to prevent it.” Ways she will not like any more than he’s learning he will but he just doesn’t know what to do with her otherwise, he wasn’t expecting this to be so… difficult. Ati’yya keeps her face hidden by her hands despite the wafting smell of the cooked meat that cause her stomach to lurch, reminding her of a hunger she doesn’t want satiated. Her captor scares her and confuses her all at the same time. He’s rough and cruel, hurting her and chaining her only to become gentle and almost kind moments after. He desires her but didn’t court, simply taking what he wants from her time and time again. He’s stripped her of her freedom, locked away her voice and yet offers her drink and food as if he were a suitor when he clearly is not. She doesn’t understand what he truly wants from her or why he is doing this to her to begin with. She doesn’t understand why there’s times he acts as if he’s courting her and other times he seems to hate her so much. She doesn’t know why he wishes to hurt her so terribly when she had never known he even existed before the time he’d taken her away from her home. What has she done to him, to his people to earn her this pain? She doesn’t understand any of this at all. She’s so tired, so hungry, so thirsty and her skin has begun to ache from being kept from the water for so long. If he wishes her to die, then why does he not simply end it? Why offer her anything and prolong the torture at all? Her stomach clenches tighter, interrupting her scattered thoughts and slowly she slips her hands partially away from her face, blue slitted eyes staring at the plated fish sitting before her. It smells strange, looks strange and yet as her gaze slides away from it and up to the horned man as he takes small bites of his own, it appears to be safe. Before she’s had time to think on her own movements, she reaches forward to hook the tips of small claws around the edge of the plate itself, her eyes too fixed to see the smile her actions cause forming on Andr’ial’s mouth. But as she pulls it closer, the smell of the cooked meat proves to be far too strong and she wrinkles her nose at it before quickly shoving it away. Turning her head away from both the meat and the silver haired figure, she simply curls into herself and closes her eyes all over again. Andr’ial’s smile fades as she curls further and he shakes his head, soon frowning at the skin on her arm that has begun to wrinkle slightly from lack of oil or water. He needs to get her hydrated or she’ll wither before they ever make it back to port, but with the way she is behaving, he’s suspecting that she’ll never simply let him apply it again. White pupiless eyes shift to the door and he frowns. He needs to bring her down to the containment so he can immerse her fully but he is almost afraid to do so. She will see the ocean once he opens the door and she will fight, but the alternative will be worse so he’s being left with very little choice. The horned man finishes up his fish and rises to grab the mask again. Blue slitted eyes stay shut to the movement around her even as Ati’yya is lifted gently up by the collar and despite her lack of cooperation, he places the scrolled metal over her face. He grabs a robe and wraps it around her naked form before speaking the words to release the chain that bolts her to the floor. It’s then she begins fighting him but he simply ignores what he can and keeps her immobile as possible. He knows she’s becoming weak, a fact accentuated by her feeble struggles. The suns have begun to set as they leave the cabin, Andr’ial shielding her as much as he can from the crew’s eyes as he makes his way down to the deck below while grasping onto her tightly as she cries and fights to be free so she can run towards the ocean. Once inside, he bolts the door and sets a ward before releasing all but her chain. Andr’ial then points to the container filled with fresh water before them. “Please, do not make me force you in there…” Blue slitted eyes stare into white, the weariness clear between them both before she slowly looks in the direction the horned man has pointed towards. There’s a part of her that wants to continue fighting, to refuse to do what her captor obviously wishes but she’s finding she’s run out of energy and having again been denied the ocean, the large container of water before her is proving far too much to resist. The robe that covers her lithe frame slips free of narrow shoulders as she turns towards it, pooling behind her and quickly forgotten even as she’s followed by the man still tethering her by way of her leash’s chain. Climbing over the edge, long sky blue locks ripple out across the surface as she sinks down and webbed fingers slip across the tub’s bottom as she stretches out to allows the cooling liquid to soak completely in. The Siren’s eyes close and despite herself she smiles beneath the scrollwork mask, sighing gratefully just to feel the immersion in any body of water again. Andr’ial smiles slightly to himself as he watches her, careful not to let her see. He’d prefer not to give her another reason to be stubborn until she has recovered some and he has no doubt that in her defiance, if she were to see how this pleases him, she’d find a way to stop. Walking around behind her, his clawed fingers move lightly across the chains of the mask that binds her voice, the words to release it coming soon after. He pulls the metal free of the water, placing it off to the side before turning to gather the discarded robe. Glancing back, white eyes follow her every curve and breath that ripples throughout, the sight confirming that she’s everything he has ever wanted. The evening suns begin to slide below the horizon and filters of orange light slip in through the high port windows, illuminating her form and the reflecting on the glittering chain leading to the collar wrapped around her neck. Desire again streaks hard through his body. He wants to take her as she is right now, the sight of his Siren in her element almost overwhelming to his senses, but he thinks better of it and forces himself to sit, allowing her to be at peace at least for now. With the mask free of her face, Ati’yya sinks below the water’s surface and turns onto her back, webbed fingers sliding out of the liquid and into the orangey light up above. For a moment she’s able to forget where she is, forget the collar wrapping her neck and the chain that the silver haired figure currently holds to simply enjoy the feeling of what surrounds her while she playfully flicks her hands through the warming light. She smiles as she stares up past the wavering surface, the sounds that leave her from within not shrill like they are above, but melodic and almost musical as her voice ripples from within the container. She slides her hands back down and closes her eyes, stretching her arms up above her body and arching just slightly in the movement, oblivious to the white gaze watching every shift she makes with increasingly hungry eyes. This is the reality she wants, this is what she craves and even though it’s nothing like her true home, it’s been the closest thing to it that she’s been granted since she was taken however long ago and so she’ll enjoy these moments for as long as she possibly can. She wishes she was back on her shores, wrapped protectively in the embraces of her suitors, shielded from the world and all these terrible creatures that seem to inhabit it. Andr’ial pulls his gaze away. He can’t watch her anymore or he will not be able to control himself. Instead, he rises, walking over to the latched door and knocking until a crew member comes by. After a small exchange and a few minutes wait, he reopens the door a crack to allow something to be slipped in, smirking when the crew member tries to look past him at what they all know is within. He takes the freshly cooked fish, shutting the worn wood in the other man’s face before turning to set it down on a barrel near the container. Moving away, he seats himself back down at the far end of the room while he continues to fight between wanting to watch his Siren and knowing that he may not be able to stop what it will awake in him if he does. He shifts uncomfortably within the confines of his pants, or he should say, what it already has. Every movement his Ati’yya makes is graceful and beautiful, so fluid in a way that’s lost on all of his kind. He will need to have a clear container built for her in his home just so that he can watch her like this whenever he pleases. Movement beyond the container she’s in pulls her attentions back to her present situation and she opens blue slitted eyes to watch from beneath the water’s surface as Andr’ial sets the fish just off to the side. Again she finds herself confused as her gaze follows the horned man until he’s reseated himself across the room. He brings her the gifts of food as if he were trying to gain her favor the way her suitors had always done and yet treats her so harshly, taking what he wants regardless of her own wishes time and time again. She doesn’t understand it. Her blue gaze slides away from the silver haired figure and those white eyes that aren’t even looking her way, shifting to the fish resting upon the barrel at the container’s side. Ati’yya stares at it for a few moments, fighting with herself and her conflicting emotions. She’s again reminded of how hungry she is as she looks at it, the last meal she’d eaten having been long before the day she’d been taken. She does want to eat… but then the headstrong side of her wants to refuse as well. To take what her captor offers her, to accept the gift would be akin to accepting a gift from her suitors. He is no suitor and his gifts are not meant to be gifts, she knows it. The Siren spends a few minutes in turmoil, caught between the survival instinct of need, and that of her feelings before the instinct begins to win out. Sky blue locks stick to her lithe frame as she tentatively rises up above the water and moves towards the plated fish. Her movements pull white eyes right to her, Andr’ial almost entranced as he watches her slender frame lean over the container’s edge, each line and curve of her body accentuated by long wet sky colored locks. She doesn’t notice as she reaches hesitantly out to poke at the cooked meat with the very tip of a small claw that soon the horned man is rising from his seated spot and moving towards her. The chain tether clinks down onto the floor as one webbed hand grasps onto the ledge to support her so she can lean further over in order to bring her nose close to the fish’s skin and take a curious breath in, a shrill chirp escaping her lips when the overwhelming scent of it fills all her senses. She shakes her head while her free hand moves quickly to her nose in a thoughtless attempt to clear the smell, suddenly realizing that Andr’ial is standing before her when his presence draws her gaze to the one before her. She stills completely, blue slitted eyes rising slowly up to meet pupiless white a moment before she pushes herself suddenly back only to be caught immediately by the chain at her neck and pulled towards her captor again. Andr’ial sighs, bringing her closer to the edge and the fish. “You must eat…” he grabs the fish and breaks it in two before putting one half back down, holding the other out to Ati’yya. She tries to push herself away and sink back under the water but he holds her there, keeping her still and simply waiting. When she realizes he isn’t going to let her go, small claws that tip webbed fingers reach tentatively out and grasp the fish by a charred fin. The horned man lets go and watches as she slowly brings it towards herself, looking very skeptically at both it and him without taking a bite. Andr’ial rolls his eyes with an impatient and annoyed huff, grabbing on to the other half of the fish he’d left on the plate to take a bite out of it. “See?” he says as he pulls it back. “Safe. Just eat the goddamn fish.” Slitted blue eyes watch as the horned figure swallows his bite before her gaze slips to the fish in her hands. She’s hesitant as she slides it up to her mouth, fighting internally with herself over wanting to survive and wanting to refuse for only a moment longer before she takes the smallest of bites. A near disgusted look crosses her features at the strange taste of cooked meat but her stomach clenches hard once the food is in her mouth and a second later she’s biting hungrily on it again. Andr’ial smiles just slightly as she bites greedily down again, happy that she is eating. She only manages to swallow a few more bites of the fish though before the meat begins wracking chaos inside. She sputters, a small webbed hand flying to her mouth and the fish dropping at the silver haired man’s feet while her other is grasping at her stomach. The water splashes in her wake as she doubles over, coughing involuntarily and violently as the food tries to come up. The horned man stands there in shock, not quite sure what is happening. They eat fish. This same type is found where she was taken from, there should have been nothing wrong with it and he’s been eating it just fine. He holds the cooked meat up and it finally dawns on him. It’s cooked and she can probably only process raw. Andr’ial curses himself for his carelessness that is now making his Siren worse off. Nauseated blue eyes look up at him and he attempts to make it known that he is apologetic but is unsure how to accurately get the point across. It wasn't his intention to make her sick. He rises quickly and removes the rest of the cooked fish before making his way back to the door. After another small exchange he is handed a raw fish, just recently caught of the ship’s side. He frowns in disgust at the cold, slimy thing before closing the door and walking back over to where his Siren lays, draped over the side of the container. He kneels down, lifting her chin slightly and showing her the new fish as a slightly hopeful look crosses his features. But Ati’yya just shakes her head at the newest offer, her stomach lurching again despite the tantalizing smell. The first gift had hurt her and even though this one smells right, she’s scared it will hurt her as well. Webbed fingers reach out to grasp around the folds of Andr’ial’s loosely draped robe as her breaths come a little heavily. A weak sort of sound, one defeated and pained slips free of her mouth as her free hand clamps down tightly on her stomach. The silver haired man glances at the hand that holds him before setting the raw fish down, reaching out soon after to gently pull his Siren away from the water while sitting back on his knees. She can’t help but curl up against him despite everything that he’s done and soon she pulls her hand away from her stomach and slides it up to join the other, grasping at the soft material and turning her face towards his chest while she continues to fight the nausea that’s wracking her lithe frame. “I am sorry, little fish. It was not my intent to hurt you .” Andr’ial wraps his arms around her protectively, burying his nose into wet, sky blue locks and closing his eyes. After several long moments he leans further back to look at her pained face. “Sleep, my little one. You will feel better when you wake.” He leans forward, whispering a spell into her lips that will take her consciousness by force. A moment later Ati’yya falls slack against him and he slowly lies her down on the wooden floor, taking his robe off soon after to cover her before scooping his Siren up and heading back towards his cabin . |
