:Scattering like Pollen: [Continued]

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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The fist poised in the air, a striking blow that could come at any moment, slowly fell. Part of his tension released, the cruel eyes glaring down from above slowly faded into ample curiosity. Sniffing the air, Ji-ae’s hands crept across his chest, their warmth spreading into his skin. A strong part of him preferred the fist hovering with deadly intention than this. He was sure that he could explain that misunderstanding but if he were to find his resolve shattered like stained glass and break the one rule of butlers that was considered nearly sacred there would be no turning back. Still, her hands pleaded a reaction. Still, she slowly whispered in his ear; each syllable assaulting his façade of good nature. The soft touch of the pads of her fingers chiseled at the strength he had left. Her voice teased, knowing the control it could enforce over someone of the opposite sex. His breathing harder, he answered the best he could. ”I don’t know. You certainly seem to be touchy feely all of the sudden.”He tried to mock in turn, knowing that he was slowly losing everything.

Her hands found his right arm, raising it slowly to her eye level. Caressing it, inspecting the damage that had been done earlier. Just a light burn, nothing to be overly concerned over, but her lips found it all the same. Lightly pressing against the skin, whatever resolve he had was crumbling fast. The urge to give in, to just accept the affection was building more than he could fight. Her hips pressing into him, her warm thighs sharing their warmth with his sides, each and every thing she did broke him more and more. Leaning over, she found her way to the very ear that had given him such trouble before. Knowing how he’d jumped before, she must have figured it was a sensitive spot. The scent of her hair filled him as she nibbled slowly on the flesh of his ear. As soon as her lips met that flesh, reason was overtaken by passion.

With his strength back it was easy to reverse their roles, with him straddling her hips and his face hovering a mere inch away from hers. Ji-ae’s lush lips just an inch away from his. Clyde’s hands found hers and pinned them at her side, holding them down carefully. ”Is this what you wanted?” he whispered scathingly, his warm breath slowly creeping down her neck. He slowly inspected the nape of her neck, his lips barely brushing against the surface of her skin. If it was her intention to drive him insane with each touch, he would have to try his best to return the favor. He lightly kissed the flesh along her neck, working his way up to her lips. His uninjured hand freed her arm, slowly making its way up her side. Sliding into the slight hole made by the buttons of the shirt she had stolen from him, he felt the flesh of her stomach and slowly undid each of the plastic nuisances he came to. With his lips barely brushing against hers and his fingers slowly making their way upward, sense hit him like a piano dropped out of a third story window. His virtuosic fingers ceased their climb upwards, he slowly pulled away from her beautiful face with pangs of regret. Part of him hated giving in. Part of him hated for stopping.

”Fuck…” he muttered with an absolute look of defeat in his eyes. Clyde rolled off of Ji-ae, afraid to move more than absolutely necessary for the time being. Swallowing hard, he ignored his wild breathing and spoke. ”I can’t do this. I just can’t,” sitting against the bed she had claimed, he hated himself for being so weak, ”Listen, it’s not you. It’s me. I’m just obviously going through a tough time now. It would never work out, right?” An attempt to cover the weakness he felt, he joked. He joked with a tone full of self-loathing. Tomorrow, he half expected to be told to back his bags. ’If you mess up, then you’re stuck in Italy. Alone, in the gutter. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

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Tags~ Ji-ae
Notes~ .//.
Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

Night fell fast upon the academy, sweeping its grounds in a looming cloud of darkness to temporarily ensare victims into a deep slumber until the sun would rise again. The moon rose slowly into the center of darkness as if a masterpiece were being painted upon the canvas of endless stars, sparkling ever so brightly. Images of light from the full moon seeped through curtains and etched tracings around two passionately tangled silhouettes; vibrations of sighs and moans filling the empty room. Warm sweet flesh caressed the others in a small attempt to arouse and confuse, ressurecting freshly showered senses to life with just the brush of an eager mouth. Even she didn't know what was happening at this moment; at first playing a simple teasing game with her young butler to only be involved so passionately in her own game, unable to stop touching, squeezing, licking forbidden flesh. Is it the romantic aura of the moon, the musk scent in your flesh, that sensual moan coming from your throat? Ji ae's mind pondered even as they passionately wrestled each other in the bed, having her own butler topple her in a means of victory. Needless to say she felt surprised from his sudden burst of confidence but didn't end him there - something deep within the japanese girl wanted more. Needed more.

"A-ah...", pink lips spared to open a soft moan before being drawn closer to his craving body, feeling his mouth upon her body and hands wandering the deep ravines of her curves. At first she trembled underneath his rough yet passionate touch when such buttons were being torn away so carelessly, his heated breath lashing sweetly into her pulsating throat. So many thoughts in her mind begged her to stop while there was still time but as they sunk deeper into the sheets of their bed, all thoughts did as well. Gathering what sense she had left both hands sought the depths of his dyed or perhaps naturally colored azure locks in a gentle squeeze, pulling them gently to release the anxiety she was feeling. He was so close; those fingers, that mouth against hers - she couldn't resist but to softly lick the parted opening in his mouth, temporarily seizing the warm juices within his mouth. Suddenly their moment drew to an end as soon as those hands stopped and their eyes with a certain degree of seriousness, moving away to a respectable distance as if caught in disblief for what they had done. Even she couldn't believe it; never before had she felt so physically drawn to anyone and especially a butler.

As his words of regret stumbled in small heaps of sentences barely audible, a gentle hand cupped her lips as if to savor such a mature taste given a few moments ago and suddenly glanced at his deeply troubled expression. Listen - it's not you, it's me. "What are you talking about?" The japanese maiden asked with geniune curiousity as she began to place the buttons back together in one piece, wondering if he really thought she meant such teases to become something serious like a relationship. In fact, it was somewhat humorous but maybe he wouldn't have been convinced if she didn't stop herself in time. A slow sigh released her lips before crawling upon hands and knees towards his haunched over figure, placing both arms about his neck and bringing their bodies close again. "Go rest, you've had a long day." With parting words she left a small lingering kiss upon his sensitive shell before dissapearing back into the depths of his bed, shuffling under warm blankets to fade forever in a dream like state of sleep. An obvious sign that no such things were to happen, whatever awful predictions he was thinking of, yet sparing no words of opinion of what just happened. One thing was for certain - he certainly wasn't going to get fired.

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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The soft muffled noises of passion murmured into the darkness had come to an abrupt end. With the better of his sense returning, Clyde glared at the ceiling with closed eyes. He had made a horrible mistake. Giving into the ways of his lady, he’d lost himself in a lustful haze. His breathing felt wild, his heart pulsing like a kick drum. Mentally, he pictured the red button labeled ‘delete from memory’ and tried to push it as hard as he could. He went through every awkward memory he could, just to keep himself under control. The feeling of defeat overwhelmed his head.

”What do I mean?” he whispered, hoping that if he stayed quiet they’d both forget anything had happened, What do I mean… Um. This. This just can’t happen. No way. Nuh-uh…” The butler was trying to convince himself more than anything that giving into these feelings. ”It’s me. I just can’t do this. I mean, you’re…” With a hard bite, he stopped any more words from betraying him. You’re obviously very beautiful, it’d take a damn idiot to turn someone like you down.

The light caress of her arms around his neck snapped him out of his daze. The slow-motion mindset he’d been forced into panicked him. His thoughts turned to cries of ’Not again, I can’t do this again. Are you crazy? Fuck! It was hard enough to stop the last time!’ He urged his arms to move, the English punk needed to escape. ”Go rest, you’ve had a long day.” The words dismissed his fears. She was going to let him go. Though, the tone of her voice. Was it danger? He didn’t know, couldn’t tell if the words were a threat or an act of forgiveness. The crawling pace her lips took towards his gave him no time to think, the light press of those soft lips could drive the sanest man insane. The most chaste to sweat filled passionate nights.

”Eh…” he barely managed to breath out the confusion, ”Yeah… Bed.” His silent voice echoed in the room, for once she had gotten her over-zealous butler to be at a loss for words. ”Goodnight then, Ji-ae…” He couldn’t look at her as he said it, only rise from the bed with a shuffle. Pausing only from a second to retrieve the flannel pants that had started the entire ordeal. ’These are getting burned, first thing in the morning.’ An embarrassing reminder of his inability to keep himself controlled. Tip-toeing out the door, he shut it quietly and didn’t look back.

]”Damn… Damn, damn, damn.” Pacing down the hall, he knew instinctively that he wouldn’t just be able to go into his room and fall asleep like nothing had happened. A cocktail of emotions swam through his stomach, as potent as the most ill-concocted alcohols to make him sick. The worry, the guilt, the absolute feeling of failure. The joy, the near-bliss. Each churned and threatened his well-being. He could feel her touch clinging to his skin like smoke. Her taste cradled the roof of his mouth, teasing his tongue with a bittersweet reminder. The azure haired butler found himself in the kitchen absent-mindedly standing in front of the refrigerator. A shaky hand grabbed the handle, pulling the door open with a soft tug. There was an answer to the flavor in his mouth, the grapefruit juice. A godsend of a joke. Tearing the bottle out of its resting place, Clyde twisted the cap in a hurry and brought the bitter drink to his lips. The overpowering puckering flavor washed away the traces of her, drawing his mind into cries of ’Oh God! Why did I do that!’The humor of the situation was lost on him.

Gasping with a hushed voice, the butler replaced the bottle and fled the kitchen. He needed to remind himself to ‘pour that damn shit down the drain.’ The English brat crept into the sitting room, grabbing a pack of clove cigarettes he had hidden inside the tear he had made under the couch, a perfect place for hiding any contraband he might have. Waltzing to the window and opening it with a quick slide upwards. Leaning halfway out, the cool night air brushing against his chest, he raised the pack to his mouth and tapped it with his ring finger. A black filter slid to his lips, pulled away from the rest with a jerk of his head. It was an entirely useless skill. The flick of a lighter illuminated his youthful face for a brief second, the darkness repelled by something so ordinary and small. Only the faint traces of the moon lit the grounds, an incredibly beautiful sight any other time. A trailing smoke lingered in the air, bathed in herbal scent of cloves. With a disjointed sigh, the butler exhaled cancer and embraced the aroma. Anything to drive the enticing scent that clung to his noise away. The regret was killing him.

”Shit… What do I do?” he snarled to the dark horizon, ”What’s she going to do? I’m screwed. Dammit. I’m so screwed!” His entire life, he’d been able to control himself around an attractive lady. His emotions rarely had anything to do with his work, now it was like Ji-ae had composed a concerto to be played by his feelings. Movement one, annoyance. The second, anger. The third? Acceptance. The fourth pertained absolute frustration, the fifth lust, the sixth regret and confusion. Just in a few short hours, her opus had already swung into full effect. Clyde watched the drifting ashes with wonder as he flicked the butt of his cigarette, trailing off like spiders clinging to their threads in precarious winds. ”Why’d you have to come here?” Half-heartedly, he sighed and crushed the remainder of his smoke against the underside of the window sill and climbed back into the warm dorm. Crashing into a leather chair, the chair responding with a muffled sigh, Clyde worried about the next day. A leg hanging of the arm of the chair and the other bouncing up and down on the floor, he watched the door down the hall with weary eyes. Swallowing hard, he tried to convince himself there was nothing special about her. He’d been around attractive girls, women who lived to seduce young men normally had no effect on him. This was no different, he was just so frustrated that he lost control temporarily. He’d prove it. He stood up, a confident swagger in his step, and tip-toed down the hall. Turning the knob carefully, he pushed the door inches at a time until he was barely able to fit through the crack.

Seeing her sleeping face, he thought he’d prove that he could resist her charms after the night was over. Running a hand through his hair, messing it up considerably, he peered at the bed, moving carefully so the oriental martial artist wouldn’t wake. He didn’t want to face her wraith twice in one night. He caught himself thinking three times, once had only been an accident. A dull reminder still gave a numb twinge in his right hand, a wound he wanted to grasp. To make her fault. To push a wedge further between himself and any attraction he might have felt. ’See, this is nothing.’ he thought upon seeing her back tied under the white sheets of his bed.

Her bed now. That’s right. As a butler, it was his duty to give her what she wanted. If she wanted the bed, it was hers. All she had to do was ask. Of course, he’d have to resist and deny some requests. That was the entire reason he was creeping toward the bed, leaning over and carefully brushing a lock of hair out of the way of his view. It was a beautiful face, pale and slender. Radiant in the slips of moon light filtering in through the window. He would just have to resist it. Like taking a booster shot, a slight dose of something deadly could increase the resistance against it. He had hoped the same theory would apply. But a soft smile would creep over his lips, thinking of the things they had done in that very room just a short while ago. The utter crazy frantic bliss of their heated moment lingered still. He had to escape the room, again. Had to put himself behind lock in key until he was certain he could abstain from any of her temptations. ”Damn… Why can’t things ever just… be easy?” He whispered almost inaudibly as he crept out of the room, ”Telling me to serve someone like her, what’d they expect?” He closed the door with care, turning the knob before it clanked against latch. Returning to the living room, he fell onto the couch and buried his face in a pillow. Things would get easier, wouldn’t they?

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Tags~ Ji-ae
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Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

What a scared little boy he must be. After shamelessly involving himself in sensual acts with his own lady, he must've felt quite scared for his job and even assured that she would inform someone of his actions. She wouldn't do what he feared the most and allow it to fade into memory - never mentioning such tales again. Even though their bodies craved each other any moment they were drawn close, he surely would take precautions to ensure nothing like this would happen again. Ji-ae personally didn't fret over anything unlike her butler, not even if it threatened her very status as a lady; a true rebellious spirit never allows anyone to bind them to a law or some sort of silly rule. If worse came to worse then she would be expelled from the academy and possibly her current home with grandmother, move on to another country or possibly find another line of work to indulge herself in. Nothing is ever permanent no matter how hard someone tried to grant themselves security; investing in large homes or business to silence their constant worry of being left with nothing. Was loneliness or even wandering the world without much money or clothing so frightening as everyone thought? Of course anyone born and raised with dreams of fortune thought of it as a sign of taboo, often ridiculing those who were different from them. What a silly world this was.

"Mnn . . .", at first a soft grumble and a gentle whisper of inaudible words, a long stretch of slumbering muscles with a small rise from the depths of blankets. Bright rays of the sun spilled through the small openings of a nearby window, illuminating the room for perfect visage even for her sleep ridden eyes. A small yawn escaped her lips with an ending vocal whimper, rubbing both eyes with the back of a palm before rising from the mattress to stand on both legs. They strained from few hours of resting before bothering to shuffle across the room and carrying her outside the room, taking a full view of the hallway in both directions. Where was he sleeping? Digits wandered through the tangled locks of hair before smoothing them back in a gentle sweep, venturing into the living room where she spied in the distance a small bundle of blankets. She didn’t realize it was Clyde until they were close enough to count his light gasps of air, staring at his slumbering eyelids before allowing herself a gentle smile. Since when did bad boys look so adorable while sleeping? After sparing only a few moments staring at his gentle sleeping figure she disappeared into his room again and started to dress – one of his clean shorts while keeping his oversized dress shirt still intact. After all, it was he that was going to fetch her belongings whenever he awoke but she didn’t think to wake him up now. Perhaps in a few hours.

Before she left for outside, she slipped a folded note into the edge of his resting fingers before disappearing outside; allowing the warm sun to kiss her pale silhouette that moved so gracefully across the grass. The weekend brought no classes and she didn’t have anything to do while he slept; only thinking it was appropriate to brush up in a few martial art practices – maybe even use that knew boy toy of hers as a mean of a target? The Japanese maiden couldn’t help but grin with expectation as her slender leg was suddenly thrown into the air, a few flurries of punches and graceful movement pushing across a mysterious destination. After an hour or so of wandering about the academy garden, she found a most interesting private area to enjoy; just outside the human view and deep into the backwoods of their beloved apartment. No matter how lost she felt or upset the day may bring, she always found training a perfect way to vent ones feelings without having to speak with anyone; just how she preferred it. Talking was overrated anyways – everyone wanted something from you and what do you think one expects after hearing you bitch and moan for hours on end? Sweat rolled off her brow as she heavily concentrated upon each move, recalling the very contents of the note. Last night was merely a dream brought by our vivid imaginations; lost and afraid, yearning for someone to love us. Forget it, void it from memory and know that you aren't fired. Come find me.

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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Curled into a couch just slightly too small for his frame, Clyde’s sleep came teasingly. His eyes wanted to drift closed, sending the butler into a dreamless sleep. He wanted to just forget the night had ever happened. But in the darkness, his other senses sharpened. Almost unnaturally, her presence held a weight over his chest even from down the hall. His hearing worried him; every creaking sent the image of his lady tip-toeing across the maple floor, searching for him. ’Just get over it. It was nothing. Just a kiss… or two. It isn’t anything you haven’t done before.’ But he knew that he couldn’t be fired for any of his past experiences and the fear was new to him.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of losing the job, he’d been wishing for it since the damn thing had been forced on him. It was the fear of being stranded. A country that wasn’t his, far from the places that he truly loved. The clubs that he had snuck into when he was too young to get in normally, the bands that had given him the shred of inspiration he had to even pick up a guitar, the friends he had made. They were all back in England. He wasn’t living in Italy, he was just visiting until he could make his way back. Without the job, without the pay he could save up, he didn’t stand a chance of getting back with enough money to stay on the lam.

As his consciousness eventually did begin to accept sleep, Clyde found his dreams moving toward terror. Darkness grasping at fears, a world of skyscrapers he had been told to lift. A futile effort and absolute panic. The work couldn’t be done but at the same time had to be done. Something in his dream-like rationale knew that he would suffer if the work wasn’t done. The feeling that no matter the effort he made, his work would be fruitless. Any effort was in vain and nothing he could do would end the dream. The terror sought to consume him and desperately his mind fought against it. Anything is better than this? Oh, fool. You fear to stay sane.

The theme shifted; a gentle smoky incense wafting through purple curtains. A voice calling him through thin silk. There was no fear here, only the pure carnal lust welled in the pit of his stomach. Begging to be released. ”Come find me…” A whisper from far away, a voice with exotic mystique urging him through the cloth. Driving him was the poisoned well of desire, every cell in his body excited beyond explanation. A craving his body remembered well, having just been through it in a waking life.

”Come find me…” Louder, closer. The excitement building with each step, until finally he came upon the source of the voice. Wrapped in the thin sheets of his bed, a raven haired vixen waiting just for him. Here, there was no need for resistance. The urge was too simple, raw and uncontrollable. There were no circumstances, no need for self-control. Clyde lunged at the bed, pulling the sheets away in fits of passion and exposing flesh he’d longed for painfully. He would take his time, enjoy every moment of the time they had together.
Sliding his hand up his lady’s naked thigh, the carnal need urging him to go on but the satisfaction of teasing trumping the lust. His lips found Ji-ae’s collar bone, brushing against the edge of the sheet that still covered her as he caressed her with kisses. The wild passion he had endured feel into a leisurely pace, the light pants filling the room signaling the start of their game. Her hands sought his face, one tugging at the chain hanging from his lip until he was pulled to her eye level. Those golden orbs imploring they continue, their lips met like lovers separated for years; familiarizing with the taste and feel of one another. Clyde’s breathing was ragged as her kissed moved across his cheek, seeking his ear. This sensation he knew, had felt it in his waking hours. This dreamlike fantasia felt almost as good.

Tangled in clean white sheets and bathed in sweat, striped to their underwear. The two rolled, battled for dominance. Their lips meeting and tongues clashing, the feeling dimming to Clyde. Sensations melting away. ’No… Sleep, dammit!’ A shuffling was rousing him from his fantasy. The dream falling into the cracks of his mind. The pleasant look on his sleeping face frowned for just a second before drifting into a blank state of unawareness. When he finally did awake, he found a note held lightly in his fingers. ”Oh?” A loud yawn passed through his mouth as he opened the letter and read it carefully with eyes full of sleep. ”…And know you aren’t fired. Come find me…” The words triggered a spark of memory, the dream he’d been enjoying brought into his waking mind. He’d go and find her alright, after a shower and getting dressed. Until then, she could wait. Still, the thought he was safe gave him comfort. Perhaps the night hadn’t been as bad as he though.

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Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

After a few hours of executing a few well practiced moves, the asian damsel's strength began to wane and finally come to a dead halt from the moment her muscles ceased to relax. Her delicate strings were hardened and caught in a spasm of pain whenever she tried to move, following a few minutes of rest before realizing it was best to call it a day. "He should be here by now." A soft yawn escaped such juicy tiers before having a towel being patted about her soft face and neck, wiping away any signs of sweat from the hardships of training. Smooth cool sways of grass brushed against smooth flesh as she relaxed on the ground, bare legs bathing in the sunlight while her back rested against a strong oak tree. The shade was enough to keep her cool while at the same moment, allow the breeze to give a more subtle warmth to bide her over. Days like these really brought nothing but boredom; with everyone happy and tending to their daily lives, she would be left with things to do. None the less - take care of that mischievous manservant of hers; what were they going to do today?

Golden hues flickered from the ground to the ever blue sky, observing white tufts of clouds rolling by in a slow temper while the academy ahead lied dormant - classes were canceled for the day and spent their free time at home or most likely outside. Everyone was at peace; even she, a prestigious young woman as herself, began to feel the small side effects of weariness. Pale eyelids slowly fluttered with life before fading into a dim flicker, finally closing them to allow the young woman's body to completely fall into a state of rest. Muscles began to relax and breathing began to regulate into smooth patterns. What is he thinking now? She pondered while slipping between both worlds of sleep and alertness; fading in an out as her thoughts over Clyde began to swim through her senses. Was she at fault for teasing him so or was he for answering such a kiss? A part of her felt disgusted with his animal like behaviour for taking her in such a lustful experience last night but at the same moment, began to respect for his brutal honesty. Those hands, those lips, that voice - her whole figure began to quiver. But for what; undying lust or excitement? Ji-ae couldn't remember the last time she'd ever had this much fun with someone else, especially a boy, yet didn't quite realize that perhaps she really enjoyed that moment last night. That brief close action with him.

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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The youth took his time, pushing any lingering feelings deep into the pit of his stomach as he shower. Assaulted by the chilled water, his eyes suddenly awoke in a shock of vicious coldness. Another habit formed from years with that old man, a necessity born of early morning training. ’A butler should be alert and focused at all times. Not wandering around the manor with eyes full of sleep.’ Clyde snapped the water off, practically slamming the handle to the off position. Artfully, he masked the confusion he felt with anger. Overpower one emotion with another.

Enjoying that he had the dormitory room to himself he walked around in just a towel while he had a glass of water, a sadistic smile crossed his face as he thought of his lady coming in. She had surely taken the upper hand the other day but he wasn’t one to sit down and take such an overbearing superiority. Oh no, he’d fight it to the last. Had she walked in, he wouldn’t have noticed. At least, he’d pretend not to. Even if she announced her entrance, he wasn’t sure if she was the type to do that or not, he’d be standing the living room with the sea foam green towel wrapped around his waist. ’What? What are you looking at?’ He entertained the idea, letting his mind wander over the harmless possibilities. He didn’t think of it as anything other than a joke. He wouldn’t let himself think any other way.

Dressing in the normal butler attire; black slacks, white shirt with one of his best black vests, an azure tie which complimented his hair, and his polished black shoes, he went to follow the instructions on his lady’s note. ”Come find me…” he spoke with a mocking tone, ”Why couldn’t she have just waited? Jeez. This girl makes everything a hassle… If I can’t find her and she ends up back at the dorm…” Clyde’s face scrunched up, his tongue grinding against the ring in his lip. He hoped that would not be he case. He wouldn’t be able to take it.

After wandering about for a short while, Clyde found his lady resting in the very same place he had been meant to meet her the day before. Perhaps this was her way of making an attempt at a new beginning? He wasn’t quite sure with her, couldn’t be sure at all. Not after what had happened. She rested quietly in the shade of an oak tree, lovely even when resting in clothes he would wear to do work he couldn’t do dressed as he was. A passerby might stop to admire this beauty, Clyde found himself forcing any quips he could inside his head. Overpowering one emotion with another, replacing admiration with annoyance.

”Hey, princess. Wake up!” marching to the sleeping beauty, he nudged her legs with his foot, ”You make me come all the way out to find you and you’re just sleeping here?” He frowned and leaned over, looking at the peaceful face of Ji-ae with a small amount of disdain. ”Time to get up.”

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Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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[JI-AE CHOU]

It's not my first love, I'm not that innocent.

You make me feel joyful, you make me feel you - like my first time.

Nothing indulged the oriental woman as she slipped into a world of dreams and fantasy, recalling nothing but pure darkness from that moment she fell asleep. At first her lithe figure quivered from a sudden jolt of being touched upon her naked thigh, causing the damsel to wake from a brief slumber and pounce for the attack. Abruptly her figure raised high enough to stretch a slender leg before having it wrap around his ankle, kicking it out of place before having him upon the ground. Ji-ae struck fast and quickly gained the upper hand of this so called "butler", reaching to her feet whilst his balance was kicked out of place. It only took a few seconds to realize that it was none other but Clyde yet wondered if nudging her with his foot really was called for. "You're late." Didn't sound like an apology or anything close to such and why should she? He nudged her with the dirty end of his shoe and woke her from a peaceful sleep, which she wouldn't have even encountered if he'd come as expected. "If you just came when I told you to, then I wouldn't have fallen asleep."

Golden hues sought his face before tilting her head towards the side, having a few strands of black hair fall from its neatly folded bun and caress the pale flesh of her cheeks. The afternoon sun kissed her bare skin whilst she stalked over his form in mere very short pants, having a shirt hug the very natural figure of her body even as she began to crouch over him. "I never realized you were so weak, perhaps we should have some training sessions . . .", Ji-ae mused in a soft voice while the edges of her lips curled slightly as if to display a teasing smirk of sorts. Finally after drinking her fill of amusement, an arm reached to grab the underside of his and drag him to his feet using all of her strength. He was quite heavy, even for her, to handle without trouble. Finally after such a brief troubling escapade, she took two steps away from his figure - granting him that personal space he perhaps desired after remembering last night, crossing both arms. "You're my butler and it is within your responsibility to know wherever I am, you must follow - I don't understand why you haven't known this already."

Such restless spirits. Ji-ae mused while standing bare foot upon the grass, allowing the wind to blow through her hair while they stood ground and glanced at each other. Yet such spirits were meant to be broken and she had every intention to break this bucking horse spirits and make him into an obedient little servant boy. With a gentle slither she reached to his tall figure, brushing away simple pieces of grass before leaning forward - whispering a small sentence in his ear. "Clyde, I'm going to break you. Just a master should to his slave who is inclined to misbehave . . .", such words slithered from her mouth as their eyes met. She wasn't going to tolerate this rude attitude and of course show him the true meaning of discipline, whether he accepted this or not. "Now get in ready position, servant boy." Distance grew between their standing figures once again until they were feet apart before she stood in a strange stance, both arms raised forward and legs poised carefully into the ground. She had every intention of making him a personal punching bag.

[CLYDE TRAVERS HAYDN]

And every silver lining has it's cloud

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The blazing sun hurt his eyes, using his palm for shade Clyde waited for signs of life in his Lady. Had he been one to learn lessons, he’d have stepped back. He’d have anticipated some sort of martial art throw directed at him. After all, it wasn’t exactly the most butler-like way to wake someone up. But in his thick head, he was completely safe. Smiling with cynical appeasement, he waited a sign of anger or annoyance with him. He found himself staring at a knot hole in the tree, Ji-ae’s naked thighs and tight clothing testing his resolve. ”Get up, up, up, up, up!” The youth’s mocking tone was somewhat harsh but fell into falling crescendo as a swift trip sent him falling, flailing.

”Ow! Dammit!” laying on the ground, emerald eyes shut tight to protect the bright gems from the harsh sunrays, ”Could you have just… yelled at me? Or something? Always quick to violence, eh?” Sitting up and rubbing the back of his head, Clyde scowled at the beauty standing over him. Her restricting clothing was unfair, he gazed past her face to the leafy green mixing with the blue sky and forced his composure to remain chilly. Unaffected by what others would be drooling over. ”Sorry, lady,” a sarcastic bite in his voice edged out any impure thoughts, ”For a little bit, my psychic powers that let me know exactly where you are were on the fritz. Fallin’ on my ass helped that a lot though.” Bitterly he glanced into her eyes with defiance. As she leaned over, gripping his arm and pulling him up he found himself weakly resisting. ‘She should have to pull me up and she should have a hard time doing it. I didn’t knock myself over.

”Yeah, yeah. I heard you yesterday. Again, the little chip in my head that tells me exactly where you are at all times was malfunctioning. It’ll never happen again.” He scoffed and turned away, his side facing his mysterious Asian, ”If you wanted me to follow, you should have just woken me up.” As he spoke, he figure slithered next to his like. Just like a serpent, her tongue fluttered and made a ridiculous claim. For a moment, Clyde stood in a daze. ’Break me.. like a slave?’ Glancing away with his eyes in a musing glaze, Clyde pondered what exactly she meant until she told him to get ready. Get into his position.

”You want to… fight?” he asked, his tone conveying the absurdity of the situation, ”Ba….Bahahaha….Bahahahahahahahahaha!” He lost any control he had and paced forward, doubling over in laughter. If she had been joking, she’d been dead on with the attitude. She had gotten him completely. Perhaps she wasn’t as high strung as he thought. ”That was great. You know, you’re a natural comedian.” He turned with his face full of charm, his boyish smile wide and bright like the moon shining full in the night sky.

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Word Count~ Not Counting
Tags~ Ji-ae
Notes~ None for this one~
Lyrics~ Pessimist by TAT

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