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Permalink Reply by 0chwo9x23oqpo on May 6, 2019 at 5:03

It was a silly idea.
No. It was a stupid idea.
Hell strike it all. It was an insane idea.

Cedric swore again as he came upon the building, clutching a piece of paper in his hand like a life-line. It had been that way since a week, often standing in front of the building, trying to build up the guts to go in, but somehow despite the enticing sounds of moans and ecstatic shouts he could hear from within- he was still a hot-blooded male- he simply couldn't go in. His wary glance flickered towards the paper, his eyes scanning the list written in a very familiar and dear hand.

Adolf's handwriting.

They had been their carefree self on his 18th birthday, Adolf taking him to an upscale club to celebrate. Neither of his sisters knew about that, simply assuming they were spending the evening doing whatever annoying boys did. A few drinks in and this bucket list that started manifesting itself- he couldn't remember whose idea it was, but he could still remember the laughter and excitement as Adolf wrote down the things they should do together- from bungee-jumping,  pranks, dating older women, getting a tattoo to atleast once visiting a brothel.

They had done quite a few together before their worlds had turned upside down and Cedric had lost all footing and every certainty known to him. He had thrown himself to caring for his sisters and it had occupied him for a while. But now that they were grown-up, had their own lives, careers and boyfriends, he found himself feeling lost. 

An impromptu cleaning spree had lead him to discover Adolf's notebook and this list wedged between the pages. It was just what Cedric had wanted- a new distraction. He had successfully completed all items save one.

Poison seemed to beckon him to take a risk.

With a deep breath, he walked towards the door, approaching further towards the entrance than he ever had before. He should do it. Strike off that item too and simply go on his merry way. He doubted if Sierra believed the countless excuses he gave to get out this late at night, and knowing her, Ced understood that if her curiosity was peaked, she wouldn't think twice about following him and he didn't think the whole bucket list explanation would go well with her. Her brother visiting a brothel! He definitely did not want her to find out.

Cedric now stood within a easy distance from the entrance. It wasn't that he was shy of sexual gratification- he had had his fun in his teenage years, but now staring at the threshold of the establishment, doubts assailed him. He had no intention of engaging a prostitute for the night, but he simply couldn't march in and state that he was wanting a tour. No one would believe him and he'd probably be laughed at.

He couldn't do it.
Shaking his head, Ced began to turn around. An item unchecked on the list afterall would hardly be a crime. 

ValkyrPermalink Reply by ✓ Nadiya Delca on June 2, 2019 at 17:58

It was moments like this, beneath the full moon that Nadiya felt most at peace, particularly when she was well fed; not to mention it was when she felt her strongest, physically and mentally - even before her resurrection, and before she was kidnapped, she had always loved the night. The night offered something that the daylight hours could never give, nevertheless, after her kidnapping, her and the dark soon became the best of friends. Diya remembered the many days where she would conjure up imaginary friends out of the darker shadows of her room and converse with them as if they were real; it would have been exceptionally lonely if she hadn’t had the imagination of a young child and Frank was never too much fun to be around. But now, the night offered her slightly more - it offered her the sound of pleasure, of happiness but more importantly, freedom. As she sat upon the porch of her pleasure house, she could hear the many different sounds which echoed with some form of fulfillment and that alone satisfied her own needs; the need to make others happy, even if it was for the briefest of moments. That was possibly the reason why she was so hell bent on finding out who the young male was that had been noted to be lurking around Poison each night for a last week or so.

Diya had recalled her bouncer mentioning that the blonde male had seen cut up, torn and rather conflicted within himself; whilst prompting the idea that those feelings went far deeper than the shame which was associated with such an establishment. The thought alone caused her brows to furrow forwards, and it was within an instant that she decided she would help the young lad, even if he refused - which was highly likely. The dark-haired Valkyr waited and watched from the corner of her eye as the blonde male appeared, before swiftly turning on his heels to walk in the opposite direction; she allowed him to walk a little further down the street before she stalked the shadows to catch up with him. As the shadows engulfed Nadiya, she pondered silently when the best moment was to speak with him - and decided it would probably be the best that she didn’t give him a fright by speaking up from behind. Thus, with that in mind and with the shadows in her grasp, she moved herself swiftly ahead of him, only to appear just as he reached the very end of the road; she could not allow him to go any further, or else she would never persuade him to enter her home.

With a rather child-like grin, Nadiya stepped out of the shadows and onto the path right in front of him; her hands clasped around her back as she rolled up onto the balls of her feet. She noted the sudden shock that appeared on his features which confirmed she had clearly given him a fright. “I tried not to make it creepy too” She tutted to herself before regarding the blonde male once more. “I saw you, outside my home just now - why didn’t you come in… Why have you never come in?” Diya tilted her head innocently in pure curiosity; she was never well known to be discreet and couldn’t help herself with being direct when she purely wanted answers.

Permalink Reply by 0chwo9x23oqpo on June 4, 2019 at 18:07

Cedric had never been that guy- the one who paraded around girls and bragged about getting it on with them in the janitor's closet and the like. That had been more up his brother's alley. He had been a vivacious scrawny kid, more interested in computer programming than anything else. It did not mean that he had been a saint- he had kissed a girl when was just five afterall; it did mean though that he wasn't into mindless pursuit of sensual pleasure. He had his share of one-night stands and random flings, but after the complete disintegration of his family and Finnick's death, he seemed to lack the perfect lens to find pleasure in anything.

It was perhaps best that it was walking away from the establishment. He had been there too many times and he did note the bouncer's curious gaze fall on him more than once. It was risky and he simply couldn't afford the embarrassment of having his sisters follow him to this place or of entertaining serious doubts of whether he would even be turned on by the whole thing. His ears turned a dark shade of red as he recalled the time, when he had been twelve, and had found his brother's condom box, and the subsequent teasing and conversations.
He missed those carefree days.
He missed his brother. So...so much.

Lost in his thoughts, he hardly noticed the figure in front of him, till he was almost upon her. His stuttered apology ended abruptly as her words. "That's what all the creepy people say...stalkers too, if we are being honest here" He joked, but the words 'outside my home' derailed his thinking process completely.

Her home? Outside her home? What was she even on about...?

His head turned in the direction of the brothel as he began connecting all the dots. "That..that is your ho-..but you don't look like...I mean, eh" he spluttered in confusion, not wanting to offend her, but unable to say outright that she didn't look like a prostitute to him. Only, he really wasn't sure what prostitutes looked like. His brain, a part that was untainted by the innumerable movies and media portrayal yelled out a loud 'they look like normal people too', but the situation was too bizarre to not confuse it with scenes from 'Pretty Women.'

He ran his fingers through his hair, before gesturing towards Poison "You eh..live there? But why?" That inquiry burst forth without a thought and he felt a slight blush redden his cheeks "I mean..like.. what I mean is...are you safe there?" He didn't know why but her artless, sweet and almost innocent manner made him feel protective of her, which was crazy since he didn't know who she was. 

ValkyrPermalink Reply by ✓ Nadiya Delca on June 14, 2019 at 18:39

Why was she even interested in the blonde boy who was found lurking around her house on multiple occasions? It wasn't like he was the first man to be interested and curious over what went on within the walls of her home and he certainly won't be the last; perhaps it was the inner turmoil that perked her interest, the inner battle of wanting to satisfy the curiosity but overruled by the shame and embarrassment which came with such an establishment. Perhaps her curiosity with the boy was the innocence which radiated from him, he was, so far, the only man who hadn't given into their curiosity, but more importantly, their urges. If she was completely honest with herself, she believed that he would never give in to the pull of her home and that tonight, would be the last time he would go anywhere near her home; thus, it was without question and without hesitation that she followed him. The idea of someone missing out on some fun, some enjoyment and simply making memories was devastating to her; perhaps this way of thinking was simply down to the fact that she had missed so much of her life being locked away in some windowless room. People had always told her that the teenage and early twenties were the best years of one’s life, thus, she refused to allow someone else to miss things which could never happen again. 

Once Nadiya had found herself in front of him, she hadn’t exactly planned on what she was going to say to him - sure she was going to ask why he couldn’t bring himself to even step onto the porch of her house but besides that, she would be completely winging the situation; that was proven the moment that she began to blurt out a series of words which carried a childlike innocence. Her eyes widened as she eventually glanced up at him, upon his comment of being a stalker, she held up her index finger as if to stop him right there. “I am not a stalker, thank you very much” She huffed, yet a playfulness radiated from her. “I’ve never seen you before, I simply followed you tonight to get answers and once I have those, I shall be on my merry way” Diya grinned, a slight exhale of a chuckle slipped passed the barrier of her teeth; yet both of her brows pushed upward as he tried to scramble for words for a response of her declaring that the house he was stood outside of was in fact, her home.

Diya tucked a strand or two of her dark hair behind her ears as she watched him try and string words together, her smile slowly growing into a grin as she witnessed the blush appear on his cheeks. “I don’t look like a harlot is what you mean?” A laugh escaped her as she shook her head. “For your information, I never have been one” Diya spoke almost proudly, it had always baffled her that she had never engaged in such an activity, considering that was certainly one of the things she had missed out in when she bypassed the ‘best years’ of her life. “But Poison is my home, and I am The Lady of the House” A wide grin found her red painted lips as she rolled up to the balls of her feet to almost make herself bigger. “I am very safe, the girls would never harm me, and the bouncers are very… Bouncer-like” She reassured him, before steering the conversation back to him. “Soooo, you never answered my question, why did you get scared of seeing inside my home? I promise you it’s lovely”  

Permalink Reply by 0chwo9x23oqpo on August 3, 2019 at 15:45

Ced for once seemed to be completely out of words. Of all the things that he had been expecting tonight, having such a conversation was definitely not on his agenda. He had noticed the men outside looking at him with curiosity each time he stood there like a newborn colt, not knowing what to do about the list and while he had expected to be called out for stalking like that, he had never thought the lady of the house herself would approach him.

He studied her lightly for a moment and if he was being completely honest with himself, he felt drawn to her.

She was beautiful!

But that was not the first thing that he noticed. It was her artless charming manner that had caught him off guard. Perhaps it was the countless movies that had conditioned his brain, but he had definitely expected someone more calculating.

But here she was. Almost bubbling with lively enthusiasm and curiosity and almost childlike in her innocence that Cedric found himself subconsciously lowering his guard.

He supposed he could pretend to be an architect studying the layout of the building for his project but somehow he did not want to lie to her. Waving the piece of paper in her direction, he glanced down at it for a moment before meeting her gaze “This is the reason why I am here. My brother-” he paused briefly before continuing again “my brother and I had made this list and promised each other to do all the things we had mentioned here. He...he passed away a while ago and I was attempting to fulfil his wishes. Only, I don’t seem to fit in with this whole scene” Gesturing vaguely towards the building, he looked at it for a moment.

It was strange to have a brothel house be referred to by someone as their home, but if he thought about it, it all did make sense. This was their sanctuary after all and he was sure that although the girl looked innocent, she could deliver a mean punch to those who deserved it. 

“Perhaps it is all the movie and book descriptions but...and I mean no offence to you or anyone, but I don’t see myself as someone who would use a woman just for her body. I know things have progressed and it is mutually beneficial these days, but I doubt anyone wakes up one day really wanting to be in this profession- most times it is out of necessity and I don’t take advantage of that”

Sensing that he was speaking too much, he shook his head slightly “It was nice meeting you eh…” he waited for her to speak her name if she wished to “But it is late and I should be heading home. Persephone doesn’t like sleeping alone and she’d be cross with me if I am not there to love and cuddle her”

ValkyrPermalink Reply by ✓ Nadiya Delca on August 3, 2019 at 18:44

Nadiya couldn’t stop her eyes widening as suddenly silence loomed over them, she watched in confusion as he found himself a loss from words; her head tilted like a confused puppy as she wondered if it was something that she said that made him struggle to comprehend a series of words together. He was a strange one, she had never met a man quite like him and she had met a lot of men in her time since opening Poison - there was an innocence that radiated from him, and that was clear from the moment that she realised he would not walk into her home without some guidance; or at least some encouragement. She knew she had a habit to want to help others, particularly the broken ones and there was something about him that just oozed into the air that there was part of him that was perhaps beyond repair and that alone hurt her heart. Soon enough, her lips parted as if to make sure he was still there - it was certainly like the lights were on but no one was home. “How bizarre” She thought but soon found herself quite relieved when he came to and responded to her. 

So much so, that she placed her hand on her chest and sighed in relief - he had found his tongue. “Ohh thank goodness, the cat didn’t get your tongue” She calmed down, naturally feeling her muscles relax from the silence which she often struggled with; after all, she had spent the best part of twenty years in silence and the sound of her own voice when she wasn’t visited by Frank. Her hands slipped down her sides slightly to keep her dress from floating upward at the breeze which danced around them; her eyes were, however, transfixed upon him, and if she really thought about it - a man like himself surely didn’t need to go to a brothel to get a woman. A soft smile found her lips and a slight exhale escaped her nostrils as he explained what he was doing outside of her home; so not only was he quite easy on the eye, but he was also quite sensitive to try and finish off the bucket list that he started with his brother. 

“I’m sorry to hear” Diya murmured, she knew what it felt like to have a loved one die. “But that is awfully sweet of you to finish the list off yourself! What else have you got left to do?” She asked, and tried to peek at the words, though they were upside down. Nadiya couldn’t stop the amusement that became apparent on her pixie like features as he rambled about how the brothel was not his scene, but she nodded in agreement to part of his response. “I understand that, many of my girls are homeless so in this, they get a roof and payment” She shrugged a little, he may not understand that, but the girls were always free to leave when they saw fit. 

“Nadiya” She perked up, and eagerly extended her hand for him to shake until he mentioned the name Persephone and the need to go back to bed with her; with that she quickly withdrew her hand and felt a level of anger boil within her. “Persephone? A girlfriend? Woooow” Diya laughed in disbelief. “You were going to come into my home and cheat on her?! You… Y-You piece of garbage!!” Without even a thought, she found herself slapping at his chest before she composed herself by stroking her hair down yet her eyes remained narrow at the blonde male. “It’s always the pretty ones” She tutted.