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RE: Keeping House [Closed] - saronym - 11-26-2016

The mechanisms of the latch and creaking of the doors followed by the clicking of them meeting together again announced Elliot’s entrance. Eden startled from where she was leaned against a bookcase caught up reading her own marginalia in a copy of Dead Souls in the original Russian. She had once been teaching herself the language and had stopped midway through her mastery. All that was left was vocabulary and a vague sense of the unique way verbs were conjugated.

She cleared her throat and shoved the book behind her back pushing it onto the shelf hoping he hadn’t noticed what she had been doing. “I found some things, Lord Wilder.” Her boot extended towards a pile of books nearby as her eyes tracked his course down the stairs.

Eden had started a neat little pile of books that could potentially be the tome Elliot was looking for. Books so old the covers had worn away such that the title was left a mystery. Books titles in characters she didn’t even recognize. Greek? Hebrew? Why she thought a book on Arthurian Transmutation could potentially be written in any symbols she wouldn’t recognize was beside the point. Eden was thorough and at least had a stack that proved her efforts on the task Lord Wilder had assigned. She had not yet caught on that he had sent her on a fool’s errand.

She bent and chose one of the mystery books and brought it to him, holding it out like an offering. Almost in open effort to thwart her, he’d taken to wearing half of the pajama set she’d laid out for him. Just half.

"The weather is changing," she warned in commentary on his bare torso, "You'll catch cold."

She imagined the silk top laying deliberately forgotten on his bed spread. He seemed almost intent upon remaining in a state of at least partial undress around her. As if he knew full well what it did to her. Close to him she could smell the scent of soap and the hints of the oils she had put in his bath. His skin was still slightly pink from the water and looked very soft.

She quickly reminded herself of his earlier behavior. Grave robbing. Essentially kidnapping a child. Treason. And dumped the mess on her. It policed her thoughts back to the request he'd made of her.

“Some of these desperately need restoring my Lord.” This was her explanation for failing his task. “The others are -” she waved her hand, “- in some unrecognizable script.” Her tail twitched at her feet. A gesture of annoyance that she couldn’t control at this particular moment in the face of admitting her failure to Elliot when she so wanted the upper hand.

Her eyes swept over his chest and down to the book he held. She hummed thoughtfully as she stared at the words wondering if he’d just plucked the title he'd been looking for from the shelf. She wondered whether he was playing some game with her. The thought thrilled her a little. Perhaps less than it normally would considering the events of the day and how it had ruined her escape from his employ.

“I thought you might take a nap. You really should rest. That would give me more time to look, sir.” She tested. It wasn’t the first time she’d suggested sleeping to him that day. She was nearly insisting on it. Dismissing the lord of the house to bed like a child. Her gaze lifted from his chest and she stared at him blankly.

RE: Keeping House [Closed] - megs - 12-27-2016

Elliot’s gaze flicked, disinterestedly, to the pile of texts she had gathered at her feet. They were not the ones he was looking for, and even if they were, he’d lost interest in the task he had put her on all together. He closed the book he’d been pretending to read as Eden moved closer and offered on of her selections to him. He looked down at it, but didn’t take it from her immediately. Content instead to watch her hold it. “You know as well as I do, Ms. Weatherfare,” he paused, smirking as he closed the book he held and dropped it nearby with no concern for where it landed. “We don’t catch cold.” He knew she sometimes said things to sound authoritative. To make certain demands without actually demanding anything from him. It was bold, but he kind of enjoyed listening to her try to boss him around. Finally, he took the book she held, opened the cover and frowned. He dropped it down with the other one.

Clearly, not the one he was looking for.

Eden continued talking, but Elliot was..barely listening. He was counting the buttons on her blouse. He caught a word here and there, but he was mulling in his disappointment that the polka dot fabric climbed towards her throat. “Then restore them,” he muttered sounding like he didn’t care. Because he didn’t. Elliot stepped forward, reaching for her hip with one hand as he did so. He kept walking, forcing her to walk backwards with the press of his body and the insistence of his hand on her hip.

He stopped when her back met a bookshelf, the hand on her hips skirted higher, settling into the curve of her waist. He frowned down at her, green eyes narrowed in what could have been suspicion. “Do you enjoy disappointing me?” he asked, likely rhetorically as he took her hands in both of his own. “I don’t ask that much of you, Eden,” he breathed, lifting her arms above her head. Whether he was truly oblivious to the severity of the things he asked of her for was uncertain. He easily took both of her hands in one of his own, long fingers curling around slender wrists, the position lengthened her torso, pushed her breasts upwards in what he considered and offering for him. Everything in the castle was his for the taking. His free hand moved to undo the buttons of her blouse, starting with the one at the very top that hid her throat from him.

“Why do you find it so hard to follow directions?” he asked, sliding his knee between hers and forcing her legs apart.

RE: Keeping House [Closed] - saronym - 01-09-2017

Eden’s face remained neutral and oriented towards Elliot. Her lips pressed into a thin line as he dropped books carelessly to the floor. Amber eyes tracked them until they landed with thuds on the carpet underneath. The only evidence of her disapproval was a slow blink with each thud.

“Of course sir, I will send them out for restoration right away.” Not that he truly cared about the books.

She almost bent to retrieve the books he’d thrown away but his hand was on her hip and he was pushing her backwards. She did little to resist but did place her palm flat and firm against his chest between their bodies as if to slow him down or hold him off. It did neither of those things. She tripped slightly over a book as he walked her back and she reached behind to catch herself finding the bookcase at her back. Trapped there between the tomes and a determined Elliot.

He’d captured her wrists and she let him stretch her out. She breathed deeply in a growing arousal for what she expected was to come. Inhales exaggerated the swell of her chest for him. Perhaps she did it on purpose.

“We both know that I never disappoint you, my Lord.” She tossed the rejoinder haughtily at him, lifting her chin just slightly as if daring to stare down at him from the tip of her nose. It was possible given the height of her boots which put her at eye level with him.

Of course, that lift gave him more access to what he seemed to want, her neck, where his hands were releasing buttons in descending order. She tested his grip on her wrists wanting to run her hands over his chest and shoulders, but she found it quite secure.

“May I suggest that it could be your leadership needing some refinement?” Her thus far neutral face broke as the slightest hint of a curl to her lips suggested she was amused to be provoking him. She enjoyed defiantly prodding him because it got her what she wanted from him in return. How far could she push before he set her back in her place was ever the game.

RE: Keeping House [Closed] - megs - 05-15-2017

Her riposte drew an amused smirk from him. A sharp curve at one corner of his mouth, the pull of it revealing a flash of his elongated canines. Amber eyes stared up at him with a defiance he found endearing. Elliot thought it was cute the way she thought she could disobey him. He owned her, and this show of disregard was a game she liked to play. He continued to work at her buttons as she criticized his leadership skills. A haughty scoff from the back of his throat as he pulled the end of the blouse from her dark jeans.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, releasing her wrists. He could have easily held her in place with magic, but it more amused him to know that she would do as he said. “My leadership if fine,” he replied, finishing with the buttons. While he had both hands to work with he also snapped open the button on her jeans, and pulled down the zipper. He grinned, pleased to find that the lingerie she had worn beneath this insufferable outfit matched. “It is you who is in need of refinement.”

Elliot pushed her arms down so he could pull the shirt off of her. He let the satiny material fall to the floor, before hands back on her hips forced her to turn around and face the bookshelf he’d previously had her pinned to. “You insist on disobeying me,” he explained, pushing her hair over her shoulder so he could unhook her bra. He slid the straps down her arms, and discarded the article in much the same was as the blouse. Strong hands back on her hips pulled her body against his, pressing his erection against the curve of her ass.

“Perhaps, you delight in the punishment,” he suggested, lips moving against the soft skin of her shoulder, as if they both knew that wasn’t the case, exactly. Hands skirted upwards, until he cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing across each nipple in turn. There were a dozen nicer and softer places that Elliot could have had her, but Elliot was neither soft or nice or considerate of such trivial things.

When he was finished with her, having had his way with her in the library without care for an audience or the rarity of the book he had collected, Elliot carried Eden back to her room. He left her clothes in the library, because after all, messes were still her job. He laid her down on her bed, while he drew a bath for her. Water just hot enough and filled with all those ridiculous salts and oils that she was so fond of.

He transferred her satisfied and weary form to the claw footed tub that was realistically big enough for two. He helped her bathe, and he washed her hair. Not because he felt any sort of affection for her, but because he’d learned from his mother that you never put your tool away dirty.

You took care of things if you wanted them to last.

He worked silently, and when the last of the suds were rinsed from her chocolate brown hair, Elliot left her to finish the task on her own and fully expected her to return to her duties.

RE: Keeping House [Closed] - saronym - 06-07-2017

❧❧Five Years Later❧❧


Eden never had any delusions whatsoever about the possibility of being loved in the Wilder household. That was not something she had ever come to expect, especially not from Elliot. In that regard, she took what she could get and it was never much but it was enough.

And so the adoration that grew in her for the Hart child, Ethan, that had been placed in her care took Eden by complete surprise. It wasn’t fair to place all her hope for affection into a tiny baby but it was what happened.

Eden became attached. Far more attached than ever pleased Elliot who was never shy about reminding Eden that her love of the child was inappropriate. Her excuse was ever that she had to play the part for the sake of the child’s development that he might grow to have the best potential as a suitable apprentice for Elliot.

This, of course, they both knew was a lie.

In the years that passed Eden had dedicated her time not only to managing Elliot’s expansive estate, but to raising a well-rounded and elegant young boy. Illicitly she taught the child about his parentage, his heritage, his lineage. To keep him from asking any untoward questions of Elliot, Eden was careful to remind the boy never to speak of such things around the master of the house lest he be punished. Caring for the child under Elliot’s watch necessitated a certain severity. Eden was quite strict but never more than she thought the child could understand.

And these days he understood more and more that she could only offer him a certain amount of protection. He would have to do the rest himself.

That isn’t to say that Eden didn’t try to give Ethan as normal of a childhood as possible. She did. Often at the expense of lying and deceiving Elliot.

On this particular day, Eden found that Elliot had locked himself away with his studies and she felt it was relatively safe to sneak away from the estate for a day in town with Ethan. She’d dressed the boy up like a proper gentleman in a full three piece suit with a bow tie. She also took the occasion to dress up wearing a fire engine red dress that cinched at the waist and flared out around her knees. Feeling a bit extra, she wore elegant gloves up to her elbows and a tied a scarf around her hair that sat just behind her ears and left the front of her hair exposed. When she looked in the mirror, she fancied herself a bit like Audrey Hepburn.

In town, she took Ethan to an expensive brunch, a matinee at the theatre, and finished the afternoon at the hand-made toy store. She let the child pick any toy he liked and purchased it for him. Ethan had chosen a hand-carved wooden dump truck toy.

Eden, for some reason, didn’t fear being caught that day. She’d checked for Elliot and found him rather consumed in his work. As they pulled back up in front of the estate, Eden handed the keys to the valet to the Jag she’d chosen to drive. She knelt down before they entered the main doors and combed her fingers through Ethan’s hair. “Take that toy straight to your room and hide it. You’re only allowed to play with it in your room. Don’t go showing it off to anyone, okay, my darling?”

The child meekly agreed to her instructions and she took him by the hand to lead him inside.

RE: Keeping House [Closed] - megs - 02-04-2018

Elliot was often unaware of what transpired in his own home. He often abandoned most of the sprawling estate to slither around underground in the expansive system of tunnels and dungeons that lay hidden beneath stone and soil. He had, over many years, transformed the dreary catacombs into a dreary laboratory that suited his needs both magical and mundane. When he was wrapped up in a particularly exciting experiment he often when days without eating and weeks without being seen above ground.

Eden was correct in thinking his absence was sign of good fortune for herself and the young Ethan. Normally, their day trip would have gone completely unnoticed by the half-mad warlock, but today was different. Today Elliot had need for his young ward, who had finally come of age to be useful to him. When he emerged from his lair and began searching for his nephew and his governess, he became increasingly more vexed the longer he could not locate them.

The master stopped a young maid who had the misfortune of crossing his path. She had attempted to walk past him, silent and with her head down, carrying a precarious stack of laundry. “You there,” he snapped and she stopped her tracks with a small sound of fear. Green eyes narrowed in her direction as he twisted his body around to face her. He approached until he was looming over the young girl.

“Ms. Weatherfare and the boy. Where are they?”

The woman swallowed hard, eyes darting across his face and to either side as if she would find assistance for her uncomfortable situation. She opened her mouth, but no words came forward and Elliot raised a single brow in response to her silence.
He waited a few seconds longer for her to speak, but she only whimpered and with a disgusted sneer Elliot abandoned her. The main doors opened as he crossed through the foyer towards the gardens. He was both surprised and enraged when he saw Eden and Ethan, who she was pulling along by the hand.

“Where have you been?” He demanded of the woman as he made a hasty approach. He towered over the pair, he gazed down his nose at them, and then further still to the toy that the boy held. “What...is that?”

RE: Keeping House [Closed] - saronym - 02-18-2018

Eden froze in her tracks all too much like a frightened deer. She tried to hide it by brushing fussily at the skirt of her dress as Elliot rushed to join the two of them. Her mind worked quickly as to how she could spin the story of her flagrant disobedience. She cleared her throat and blinked through her eyelashes at the man glaring down at her.

“Lord Wilder. What a pleasant surprise.”

She scooted one step closer to Ethan and put her hand on his shoulder almost protectively. “Ethan wanted to thank his uncle for his new toy truck. Didn’t you Ethan?” She pushed at his shoulder indicating that he should do as she say. “Go on.”

The boy obeyed with a shy thanks.

“What good manners you have, Ethan.” Eden cooed and she even dared to pet the child’s hair. She hoped her demonstration proved that she was doing what Elliot had told her to do. Raise the child. Although, he hadn’t told her to raise him to be a proper child. Just to not let him die. But Eden often stretched the bounds of Elliot’s instructions.

“Well, it’s been a long day, hasn’t it?” She asked of the boy who nodded in agreement. “Perhaps it’s time for a nap then?” Her eyes shot to Elliot as if indicating that the suggestion was more for him than the five year old. As if this would get her out of whatever trouble she had walked right into.

RE: Keeping House [Closed] - megs - 07-23-2018

Eden wasn't unflappable, she was just a good actress. Elliot knew his prim estate manager was terrified of him. Everyone was, but she was indebted to him and that made her loyal. He owned her the same way he owned everything else on the expansive land of the Wilder Duchy.

Usually her haughty airs and neutral expression entertained him, but today he found himself disproportionately annoyed with her. Green eyes made subtle saccades across her features, before they made a pointed and obvious drop to the child at her side that she was encouraging to speak. He watched the way her hand made gentle passes over the child's hair, and that was when he felt the first pang of jealousy. His frown deepened. He had only instructed her to keep the child alive. Elliot lifted his gaze to Eden once more and exhaled sharply through his nose. He looked at her in way that was both cruel and indifferent. She would be punished for what he viewed as her blatant insubordination.

Ellliot scoffed, his face twisting into a malicious sneer. "There is work to be done," he snapped at woman and child. "Consider that the next time you decide to take an unauthorized outing." He clawed fingers through dark and unruly hair. "Take the child to the dungeons."