collaborative_daredevil | Slavery RP Post XVIII

"If it won't cause problems for you to tell me, then yes." Far better than risking saying something to Master Erik and hurting him.

Jamie took a deep breath and nodded. "It all began when he was a child, I think--Master Erik was left alone to their pet most of the time, who doted on him, and when he got to be a bit older and they started to take a bit of an interest because he wasn't a little child anymore, he was...offended. And when they realized how attached he'd gotten as a teenager, everything--it all exploded."

Jamie grimaced.

"They sold her after renaming her while they were on vacation--Master Erik came back and had to run out and try and get her back. He did eventually track her down and buy her himself, but then his parents threatened to have her have a bad accident. I think they thought he'd sell her off again, and he did--but only as a donation to the Academy here. And he has never since forgiven them."

Jamie huffed softly. "And once they saw him with Hendrick, and they realized he had never loved them more than pets...they didn't forgive him either."

"Oh..." He trailed off, horrified by what he'd learned. "They weren't good parents then. I know a lot of pets do take care of children, but the parents are still supposed to pay them attention as well." He hesitated, before continuing.

"Did you ever meet the pet who raised Master Erik, or did she have to be sent to another branch to protect her?"

"They really weren't, at all. But he hates pity and he would never welcome any expressions of sympathy along those lines--he's thoroughly cut them off from absolutely every bit of himself, and that's his kind of revenge. Though he does feel angry about them sometimes still--he usually reacts to that by taking elaborate care of us," Jamie said softly, and then considered Toffee's question.

"I met her once--she--" Jamie hesitated for a minute, unsure how to convey quite what he meant. "She was, um, she was rather...when he gave her to the Academy, he said some things I think he regrets. Horrible, mean things. I don't think he meant them--stuff about how he didn't need her or anyone, along those lines. I suspect he feels so guilty about them that he can't apologize by this point."

"And so she doesn't quite know if he meant them, or if he was trying to protect her still."

"Indeed. And of course it's just so deep a wound that nobody wants to re-open it and bleed all over again," he said with a sad nod. "So be careful of speaking of it."

"I won't ask about it where Master Erik can hear, I promise."

"See to that," Jamie said softly, and then turned his head to see the sun setting--they must have been talking for an awfully long time.

"I'll shut the curtains, and turn the light on." He offered, hearing Ivannya coming up the stairs as he moved.

"That would be lovely," Jamie murmured, and turned so he was facing Ivannya as she climbed up the stairs two at a time, breathless and curious.

"Hi, Toffee! Hi, Jamie! How is everyone! Why are we all in here?!" she asked in one breath, excited. "Are we ordering in tonight? It's late!"

"We came here so I could plan out what to make for Hendrick. And work on Jamie's vest." He answered as he settled back down. He glanced over at Jamie before answering the next question.

"Master decided we should order pizza tonight. Would you mind putting Hendrick's old sweater away again please?"

Ivannya blinked at his asking her to do things, pleasantly surprised. "Sure," she said, and flitted over to delicately fold and place the beloved sweater away. "That sounds really nice--have you picked out a pattern to replace it with?" she asked as she came back. "And his vest is really pretty so far," she peered over his shoulder.

"Thank you." He smiled at Ivannya, opening his new ebook up to the pattern.

"And we decided on the Lush cardigan, with the band of floral lace around the shoulders."

(Pattern is this one: http://tincanknits.com/pattern-HUK-lush.html)

"Ooh, that's so pretty," she said approvingly. "He'll absolutely love that, he doesn't let himself be a pretty pet anymore enough, this will make him so happy. And then he'll know you really love him. What color did you want to use?"

"Well, I'm going to be using Cascade Roslyn," He started his explanation. "and I considered a dark green, but you don't get the same tweed effect from those, so I was thinking one of the darker blues - midnight, navy or dark denim. Or the deep red has a really nice tweed effect."

(Colour chart here: http://www.cascadeyarns.com/cascade-Roslyn.htm)

"Oooh, that yarn looks nice and soft," she said appreciatively from where he was showing her. "And I like the deep red or else the denim--both are really versatile colors, but the red is prettier, and Hendrick has so much boring navy stuff for work anyway. That will be such a nice pet-sweater, you'll have to be prepared to darn it," she said with an affectionate headshake.

"If there's enough Roslyn at the shop in the red then that's what I'll get, and there should be enough left to keep for darning." He giggled. "And it's not like I couldn't reknit it if I need to."

"He'd absolutely love that--when he likes something he wears it to death, back when he and master used to dress him in fancy underwear he'd wear them until the elastic died," she giggled. Then got more serious. "Why is Jamie sitting and not doing any work? He works all the time."

"We were kissing and he fell and cut his back, master said not to work, to give the cut time to close."

"Oh no! How big is it?" Ivannya asked, pulling Jamie's shirt and pullover up while he sighed.

"It's not deep, just long and awkward," Jamie tried to soothe her. "And he was just very insistent that I be lazy. He threatened to not even let me order!" he pouted rather indignantly. "Sometimes he's just so strict."

"It's in a bad position for doing anything, and love you strict's not too bad." He wondered if Master Erik had read some of the books about keeping a pet from overworking that Danny had.

"I know," Jamie fussed, and then softened. "And I suppose you're more experienced with a far less loving sort of strictness."

"Uh-huh." He yawned as he responded, and he put his knitting away. "Could we all try napping together maybe?"

"Your bed here or the bed on the top floor?" she asked, yawning at the very suggestion.

"The bed here's big enough I think." He glanced over at Jamie.

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