Boa looked dully at the plaque, slowly reaching out and taking it. He stared at it, then finally raised his head and looked back at Ashton.
"But I don't want to…" With his initial shock and anger gone, he was able to look at Ashton more clearly. "You…said they'd kill you if I took you back?"
That was not happening. There was no way he'd willingly send this man back to a certain death. Maybe he could find a work around. Just…keep him around? No one ever said he had to…
Boa cut himself off with a shudder. He'd have to deal with it. I can make this work.
"Mhm. I've only gotten special privileges. If you get sent back a certain number of times, you're viewed as useless and then killed so someone else can take your place. They don't wait around forever. It's to help with the whole whore industry, to cut it down and such." He ran a hand through his greasy green hair. Ashton obviously needed a shower, and fresh clothes as well.
Boa hesitated for one more long second, then finally his shoulders slumped and he pulled out a small knife, engraving his details on the plaque. He stood again, and offered Ashton a hand. "Come on," he said resignedly. "Let's get back to my place. You can get some real food there."
Boa shook off the last remnants of the shock and anger that had filled him upon his initial meeting with Ashton. He had a vague plan now, at least. And there was no way he was condemning this man to death, or anything else that would likely happen to him if he was returned. There was no going back now.
Ashton nodded and followed along, humming the song he was dancing too as he stumbled along. He was tired, it was obvious. He more bumbled and stumbled then actually walked, now that he had a taste of rest his body didn't want to move. His adrenaline had gone down and his weary eyes blinked at the bleary sights he saw through his exhaustion, barely able to see the man right in front him. "Food always sounds good."
Boa was glad it wasn't actually that far to the lifts that would take them up to the militia dorms. He stared out at the shrinking marketplace as they flew higher and higher in the lift. He had food in his place, and clothes. Ashton could use his bed to sleep on, Boa almost never did anyway.
Just start there, he told himself. The rest will have to sort itself out.
He pushed his door open and held it there just long enough for Ashton to stumble through before pulling it closed and locking it, leaning heavily against it as he slowly let his hand drop from the knob.
"Sit wherever," he said, pushing away and heading over to the kitchenette. Food. Good food. That's what he needed to focus on.
(Actually your turn on this one! ^^)
Ashton laid down, and in a matter of seconds he passed out on the couch, hugging himself. He was shivering and wounded badly. How he was still alive at this point was a mystery. He was covered in bruises and hickies, and his boss would beat the crap out of him if he didn't work good enough. He fell into a rather deep sleep, as he hugged himself, too tired to care. He felt like he could sleep forever really.
Boa came back with food, halting abruptly as he saw Ashton passed out on his couch.
Ah, boy, you really done it now, he told himself with a sigh, setting down the plate of good, hot food on the table in front of Ashton. He needed to find this man better cloths. Boa's would be a little big on him, but at the moment, they were the only option he had. he found a hoodie, an old shirt, and as small a pair of pants as he had, and left them next to the plate, folded neatly. Hesitating, he wondered if he should wake Ashton, but he decided against it. Let him rest, he must have had it pretty rough. He certainly looked it.
It was getting late anyway. Boa wrote a quick note to Ash, saying he'd be in his room if Ash woke before him, and retreated to his own bed, collapsing without even changing. Though he found sleep more elusive than Ash had, staring at the ceiling for several hours before he finally drifted off.
In the middle of the night Ashton had awoken to use the bathroom. He also dressed his wounds himself, well the ones that he could, and then wolfed down the food set before him, absolutely starved. After that he got changed, and fell back asleep, now much more comfortable. In the morning though he went ahead and took a shower, redressed his wounds, and waited for Boa to come back,not wanting to wake him. The board was still around his neck since he hadn't been collared with something else yet, but he was beginning to feel more like himself. Which was good. The sleep, food, and shower had definitely helped.
Boa woke the next morning, a little confused as to why he felt an urgent need to get up. He couldn't recall any missions that day, anything that needed his attention, or…
Oh. Oh.
Right, that. He hurriedly rose, almost running face-first into the door frame as he struggled to wake up properly.
"Ashton?" he called, voice still rough from sleep. He hoped Ashton hadn't…gone anywhere? Broke anything? He didn't even know, just felt vaguely alarmed at the thought of Ashton in his apartment alone.
GOD, why didn't I put anything away… it wasn't like he had anything to hide, he just didn't want anyone to know about…well, any of the stuff he'd left scattered across his kitchen table, really. His personal stuff. Stuff he never showed anyone, because they'd ask too many questions about him, about his past, about his real home.
Ashton could care less as he sat there. He had already put his dishes in the sink in the midst of scurrying about. "Gmorning master." He said in a gruff and tired voice, obviously not a very cheery morning person. He couldn't even manage a smile as he stretched. His hair was still wet from the shower, and the green hair was fading more, showing dark brown undertones which he hated, but there was nothing he could do for now.
"You don't have to-" Boa began, but cut himself off with a sigh. Plenty of time for that later. Maybe. He didn't really know. "Are you okay?" he settled for asking instead.
With a decent night's rest came clarity of mind, and Boa's natural need to help others was winning out against his prickly exterior. Not that he was in a good mood. His shoulder was killing him, stiff and sending bolt of pain through his arm and neck whenever he tried to move it.
The fuck are my pain meds, he thought to himself, scanning the tables and shelves of his living room. He could have sworn he'd put them here.
"Do you need medical attention?" he asked, while his mind was on it.
"I'm alright. A little tired, but the food and sleep helped quite a bit. Thank you. And I already dressed my wounds. I found some bandages in the bathroom cupboard above the toilet. Don't worry I didn't touch anything else. Just sat back here and relaxed,and waited for you to wake up so I may meet whatever demands you have for me this fine morning." (So. I'm thinking. The plaque around his neck has a spell that puts him into this sort of Yes Sir No Sir mindset ya know? So when he gets collared, the person who does own him has to follow the specific instructions on the plaque so then the spell transfers to the collar. I know magic it's a little far fetched but it's an idea. And so when the plaque is removed Ashton is his regular assholish self. Again you don't have to go with it but. It's an idea.)
(Yep, I'm here for it! Let's do it ^^)
"Ah, God," Boa muttered, rubbing his shoulder. "Okay, great. Listen, give me a second to find my stupid painkillers, and then I'll be back with you."
Turning away he made it to his kitchen, taking this opportunity to sweep together the papers scattered across the table, hiding the letters in a random drawer, underneath the cutlery. Not perfect, but it would do for now.
With his personal things hidden, he looked up and finally saw his painkillers, out on the counter for some reason. Whatever. He probably had set them down and then forgotten about them. Grabbing the bottle, he slowly returned to the living room.
Ashton shrugged and just sat there attentively, before stretching again. His legs were crossed, hands in his lap as he sat there criss cross applesauce. It was a certain weighted way to himself, stone still. But every movement would be delivered with accuracy, no matter what pain he was in. "Would you like me to make you breakfast sir?" He was in no way good at cooking and normally would never bother offering, but of course the magic was slowly working into his mind.
"No, I'm not hungry." Boa stared at Ashton, suddenly not finding the energy to care like he had last night. Between the ache in his shoulder and back, and the tremors running through his hand that made opening his pill bottle nearly impossible, he was too frustrated to be freaking out about Ashton and this whole situation anymore.
"Can't you take that thing off?" he asked tiredly, gesturing at the plaque, taking a break from struggling with the pills. He still couldn't get the damn cap off. "No one else is around, no one's gonna know."
Ashton shook his head. "If you would have read the rules,it clearly states that only you can take it off,as you so wish." Since his body was stronger,the magic was stronger, and thus took a more heavy hold on him. He reached for the pills,opened it, and handed it too him.
"Thanks," Boa muttered, then let out a sigh. "You can't blame me for not registering the stupid rules. I was freaking out. So I can take it off? Great, let's do it."
He reached forward and pulled the plaque off, dropping to the floor like it was a snake that tried to bite him.
That certain glow to Ashton's eyes disappeared and that obedience turned off like a light, as his posture relaxed and he stretched out on the couch. "Thanks. It was starting to hurt my neck." He rubbed the back of it a bit. From the days of wearing it prior to this there was a pressed chain mark embedded into his skin.
(bump? Also don't forget about Crystal!)
(Forget about Crystal? I would never! <3 These are only my two favorite rps :)
Boa pulled out a chair and sat down, knowing the pain in his shoulder wouldn't subside for another fifteen minutes. That medication was not the most effective, but nothing he could do about it. It was better to just sit down and wait the pain out.
"Is it just Ashton, or can I call you Ash?" he asked wearily, rubbing his temples.
"Ash works. Don't call me Ashy only my sister can call me that." He said in a gruff tone, as he stretched out. Gone was his straight backed posture and servant ways, and now he was settling in.
(heeeey! I don't know if you're still interested at all in continuing our two rps, and I totally get it if not, I really vanished there. A lot of personal stuff happened I can pm to you if you want. I don't want the world to know, as some really bad things went down and I just was off the internet for quite a while. But if you want to, I'm trying to come back to Notebook just a little bit, and I would be so down to carry on our two rps, I loved them.
Up to you tho!)
(Hey. It's your info if you wanna share you can. Anyways, I'm so up for continuing everything! It looks like it's your reply. I also use Pinterest and have WhatsApp and snap so if you wanna take our rps to different places that's fine as well!)
(Heyy! Thank you! If you're curious I don't mind sharing, but probably won't unless you ask. But you're always welcome to. I'll get replies up in a minute here <3)
