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Ish’talla Side
Andr'ial and Ati'yya
Chapter 02 : 03
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Andr’ial tosses and turns on his mattress. He hasn’t been able to sleep at all, worried about the day to come. Turning over, white eyes fall on his sleeping Siren, unaware of what will befall her this day. The moonlight shines lightly on her face, illuminating pretty features and he can’t help but smile as he looks at her. She won’t understand… what has to be done, how he has to act. The horned man doesn’t want her to revert back to fear, he doesn’t want to bind or brand her and he certainly doesn’t want to parade her in front of lecherous men. He only hopes that meeting with In’irda beforehand will help her to understand why it has to be done this way. Andr’ial moves in close to Ati’yya, taking a webbed hand into his before his lips meet her forehead. A small, sleepy smile forms over his Siren’s lips and he smiles his own in response. Gathering her close, his eyes finally close, hoping to find some rest before the sun rises.
 The warm sun shines in from the far terrace archway, warming Ati’yya’s skin enough to pull her from the holds of sleep once again. She sighs contently, waiting for the increasingly familiar touch that has woken her every morning since that day all those suns rotations before. But it doesn’t take long for her to realize that touch isn’t coming and the confusion that sets in grows with every second that passes her by. Slowly she cracks slitted blue eyes open and turns her head to the side, expecting to see her captor laying besides her only to be a little surprised to find that he is gone. She blinks in sleepy confusion before her eyes shift towards a light fluttering movement far across the sun drenched room, quickly finding the horned man standing out on the white marble balcony while his silvery hair flutters lightly in the soft morning wind. Ati’yya pushes her lithe body up after a moment of stillness and slides easily across the large plush mattress, twisting around to drop off the platformed surface to the floor below. Sky blue locks trickle down her back and settle behind her as she takes silent steps towards the stationary figure while a fair amount of question for the change in routine paints her pretty face. A slight frown forms on her lips when she moves around Andr’ial and peers up to find his pupiless gaze almost transfixed on the scenery beyond his home, lost in thought and an odd sort of emotion she can’t place swims throughout his white eyes. Webbed fingers slide out to touch the silver haired man on the arm while making a small sound that seems to jolt him from his thoughts, a moment later he suddenly realizes she’s standing beside him and turns his head down to find a sky blue gaze looking up in concern. A small smile forms on Andr’ial’s lips at his Siren’s concerned expression and he reaches for her cheek, touching her lightly as he pulls her forehead to his lips. “How rude of me to make you worry, little fish. It will be fine.” Without another word, he scoops Ati’yya off her feet, laughing at the surprised chirp that leaves her as she instinctively wraps her arms around her captor while carrying her to the small pool. The rest of their morning runs as always. Andr’ial lets his Siren soak up the water before he oils her from head to toe, then they eat. Today he had her brought another small cake in a different flavor, something of which she also approved of. But as their meal draws to a finish, his mind begins to wander again. He will need to dress and bind his Siren for the trip over to Hir’itel’s. He is unsure how she will handle that as he has not had to bind her since that day. She will not like it but he hopes she will understand the reasons and that it is only temporary. White eyes watch as small fangs slowly devour the cake, a look of happiness painted on his Ati’yya’s face. When she has finished, he rises. No sense delaying the inevitable and the more time she has to speak with In’irda, the better. The horned man grabs formal clothing for himself then silk panels and a light corset from his wardrobe. He will have to ask Hir’itel’s if she can borrow an outfit from In’irda until he can have her own tailored for her. He didn’t plan to spend the past week or so confined within his room simply enjoying his Siren’s company. Ati’yya watches as the horned man finds his way back towards the bed as she licks the last bits of sweetness from the tips of her claws, blue slitted eyes travelling down to the silken fabric and corset as Andr’ial sets them onto the bed besides her before he begins stripping himself free of his robe to don the fancy, heavier clothing of his own. She tilts her head just slightly, her gaze watching intently as he begins sliding the garments on, starting with stamped leather form fitting pants. As he pulls the fabric up along toned legs, she slips her hand down and shifts forward to crawl closer towards him in order to get a better view. White pupiless eyes can’t help but look at the Siren despite his best efforts to keep his gaze away, his movements slowing just a little as he finds himself as caught by her attentions as she seems caught by his dressing. Andr’ial somehow manages to pry his eyes free of her features after a few moments in order to continue on in his task. The closer her captor gets to finishing his dress, the more uneasy Ati’yya is starting to become because for the first time in a week, things have changed. First she has woken to find Andr’ial not in his place and now he is donning clothing that he’d worn all those days before while bringing that constricting fabric that he’d also put her in when he’d first brought her here to his home. She does not want to feel that on her, he hasn’t tried to confine her in it since that day and she doesn’t understand why he would suddenly be doing it now or why he feels the need to dress as he’s now dressed. Pulling her eyes up, she makes a sound to catch his attentions, a questioning look of reservation shifting through her features as she tries to ask him what he is doing and why there is a change. Andr’ial can’t help but smile a little as he gazes upon Ati’yya. There’s really no way for him to tell her what was going on and he doesn’t want her concern to turn to fear. As much as he knows she can’t understand him, he still attempts to explain. “We are going to see my cousin. In’irda will be there and she can explain it all to you. You will need to be clothed… and bound. I am sorry little fish, as I do not wish to do this to you.” He sighs, shaking his head as he finishes dressing quickly. Picking up the silk panels, he walks over to Ati’yya, wrapping his arms around her waist to fasten the light chain, spending a moment to look at how the fabric outlines her curves before grabbing the corset. “It will not be tight as it was on that day…” He raises her arms over her head as she continues to look at him with increasing worry before sliding the stiff garment over her head, turning her back to him to allow the horned man to begin lacing her in. He takes great care to only lace it tight enough to keep it on and her covered. She will once again have to be constricted tonight, but until then he will save her a little discomfort. Turning Ati’yya back to face him, he takes her by the hand and leads her with him to the door. He stops to grab her collar and mask, keeping it far away from her sight as her expression shifts to slight fear and the horned man only continues to feel increasingly worse about the whole ordeal. Dispelling his wards, they walk through the door and into the hallways that will take them to the stairs. It occurs to Andr’ial that Ati’yya hasn’t seen the house since the first day she arrived and as she looks around in interest, he decides he will have to let her wander if she wants when they return. Blue slitted eyes shift around nervously as they descend the stairs, reaching the front door where they wait several minutes before a carriage pulls up to the front of the house. He looks down at his Siren as she clings to his arm, presenting the mask and collar with a slightly pained look on his face before he leans down to kiss her forehead. “Please little fish, it is required. I do not wish to lock you away. I am sorry. They will be removed when we arrive.” Blue slitted eyes dart away from white and down to the mask and collar in his clawed hand, shaking her head just slightly in hopes that he will not do what she’s now sure he is going to do. She doesn’t want those back on her and even though she remembers In’irda telling her that day the reasons behind the items, she’d thought during the time she and Andr’ial has spent together that they’d come to an understanding as far as these were concerned. He hadn’t bound her since that day, there’d been no chains, no mask and no clothing beyond the occasional light fabric at her hips so why is he doing this to her now? She hasn’t tried to escape, she’d even begun to believe that he truly did want to be her mate so what has happened to change it all on this day…? Had he been lying to her with his smiles and his gentle hands? Had the entire time just been his way of keeping her tamed and subdued when in reality he sees her as she’s learned her kind to be to these creatures; nothing more than a usable pet? Ati’yya’s gaze shifts back up, the look she sees in his face telling her that he’s no more happy for the actions he means to take than she is for the intention. This confuses her and worries her all at once. If he does not want to bind her then why is he going to? Why put her through another ordeal when his expression and the tone of his words tell her he does not wish to? She doesn’t understand it… She shakes her head again when he finally moves to put the items on her and takes a step back before she’s realized she’s done it, webbed fingers slipping up to her mouth in an attempt to ward off the metal scrollwork in her captor’s hands. The action only causes the sadness in his features to deepen and before she can go any further, he reaches out to wrap his fingers around her arm and pull her lithe body easily back towards him before leaning down to embrace his Siren tight. She’s caught a little off guard by this gesture but she finds that she can’t help but relax in his grip when that increasingly familiar feeling of protection he’s been giving her puts a sort of ease to her mind. But just as she lowers her hands and leans into the embrace he takes action, swiftly pulling her back just enough to gently but firmly push the mask over her mouth, giving her no time to react when he speaks the words that will secure it to her face. Ati’yya blinks in surprise momentarily before she realizes what’s happened and as Andr’ial straightens completely; his look of pained sadness is met with one of so much hurt and betrayal for what he’s just done to her that she can’t even find it in her to move as he secures the decorative collar around her neck .
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