Penitency
Forgiving Your Sins
- Joined
- Mar 10, 2014
"You deserve every bit of it, Miyu." The man solemnly stated as fact, taking a drag from his cigarette as he listened with half-lidded eyes.
Those observant blues noticed her girlish drink and the man couldn't help but crack into a warm smile. The otherwise serious lines of his rigid jaw and face lightened up at studying Miyu's ever delicate prose. There was something about her that was so innocent and pure, but the domineering hitman before her understood that Miyu probably did things beyond his wildest dreams. While Miyu was innocent, her girlish cover was the lid over all the demonic, sexual favors she had probably played during the years up to his ownership. Aiden judged her not. No, instead, he'd enjoy his cigarette while listening. The man reached over for his glass with cigarette burning between his fingers. The amber liquid within audibly sloshed about the ice as he lifted it.
Aiden could tell the honesty and tragedy in her voice. He sipped his drink ever calmly, his gaze a consoling type, while digesting her words in full. While Aiden loved to issue commands and test limits, he was also a surprisingly good listener. The calm music flowing through the bar speakers mounted on the roof seemed to put his own soul at ease despite hearing things no man wished their 'wife' to go through. Or should he say 'wives' in this case? A deep sigh pushed through his nose. Aiden savored his dwindling cigarette. It's orange glow radiated between them and highlighted how attentive he was at listening to her story without interruption.
The bar tender ensured their drinks were always topped, but never did interrupt. No, this story was only for Aiden's ears only, and he made sure of it.
Miyu's owner and minted 'husband' would purse his lips, eyes going deep in thought as he followed along with her story. A hard swallow shifted his stubbled throat as he shook his head, muttering after she had described what happened with Takanori Ueno, "Miyu..." It was all he could say. It was his words of apology that someone like her—a delicate flower—endured. Mizuki on the other hand—that wild mare. Aiden shook his head again, brushing the thoughts aside. Her tears had him reaching out under the dim interior of the bar, brushing a thumb across her cheek to ensure no tear fucked up her makeup. Aiden hummed lowly, "your father is definitely a man bond to his business, and the success of the family as a whole. I won't make excuses for how badly he's treated you. I don't know him well enough to defend."
Aiden dropped his hand from Miyu's cheek, and took a final drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in an astray. As he did that, Miyu's hand came for him. He'd look toward her, and then ease into holding her as if giving in. His fingers laced with Miyu for a moment, allowing her to receive that bit of comfort. Her words had him arching a brow ever slyly, eyes scanning her face as he took in her honesty. Her words, her actions, had him guilty: 'why did I bring her here? Why would I ever decide to use her as a pawn? I should keep her exclusively to myself. I am her shield, after all.'
Internal thoughts raged in Aiden's mind, and she could see it in his eyes.
"I'll remember everything you said, Miyu. I can promise you that. I'll do you better than your owners before. I'll keep your father away from now on." He'd reassure, leveling eyes sternly before lifting his drink for a sip. A smirk cracked at his lips again, that amusement spilling in a huff through his nose, "I don't say this often, but, you look cute with your drink, you know that? Delicate is what delicate does. A little doe. My doe."
A hand reached out, cupping her jaw affectionately and giving it a stroke of his thumb. "You know, I was an orphan myself? Raised by an Italian family in the wrong business, passed around for hire by Russians, climbed to the top on the back of sponsors. We're not so different—we're broken but not forever ruined. I'll take care of you and Mizuki to my best ability. But speaking of, I need you to help me tame that little mare. Would you twist her emotions to please me? We can play a little game with her until she's understanding of her place."
Those observant blues noticed her girlish drink and the man couldn't help but crack into a warm smile. The otherwise serious lines of his rigid jaw and face lightened up at studying Miyu's ever delicate prose. There was something about her that was so innocent and pure, but the domineering hitman before her understood that Miyu probably did things beyond his wildest dreams. While Miyu was innocent, her girlish cover was the lid over all the demonic, sexual favors she had probably played during the years up to his ownership. Aiden judged her not. No, instead, he'd enjoy his cigarette while listening. The man reached over for his glass with cigarette burning between his fingers. The amber liquid within audibly sloshed about the ice as he lifted it.
Aiden could tell the honesty and tragedy in her voice. He sipped his drink ever calmly, his gaze a consoling type, while digesting her words in full. While Aiden loved to issue commands and test limits, he was also a surprisingly good listener. The calm music flowing through the bar speakers mounted on the roof seemed to put his own soul at ease despite hearing things no man wished their 'wife' to go through. Or should he say 'wives' in this case? A deep sigh pushed through his nose. Aiden savored his dwindling cigarette. It's orange glow radiated between them and highlighted how attentive he was at listening to her story without interruption.
The bar tender ensured their drinks were always topped, but never did interrupt. No, this story was only for Aiden's ears only, and he made sure of it.
Miyu's owner and minted 'husband' would purse his lips, eyes going deep in thought as he followed along with her story. A hard swallow shifted his stubbled throat as he shook his head, muttering after she had described what happened with Takanori Ueno, "Miyu..." It was all he could say. It was his words of apology that someone like her—a delicate flower—endured. Mizuki on the other hand—that wild mare. Aiden shook his head again, brushing the thoughts aside. Her tears had him reaching out under the dim interior of the bar, brushing a thumb across her cheek to ensure no tear fucked up her makeup. Aiden hummed lowly, "your father is definitely a man bond to his business, and the success of the family as a whole. I won't make excuses for how badly he's treated you. I don't know him well enough to defend."
Aiden dropped his hand from Miyu's cheek, and took a final drag of his cigarette before stubbing it out in an astray. As he did that, Miyu's hand came for him. He'd look toward her, and then ease into holding her as if giving in. His fingers laced with Miyu for a moment, allowing her to receive that bit of comfort. Her words had him arching a brow ever slyly, eyes scanning her face as he took in her honesty. Her words, her actions, had him guilty: 'why did I bring her here? Why would I ever decide to use her as a pawn? I should keep her exclusively to myself. I am her shield, after all.'
Internal thoughts raged in Aiden's mind, and she could see it in his eyes.
"I'll remember everything you said, Miyu. I can promise you that. I'll do you better than your owners before. I'll keep your father away from now on." He'd reassure, leveling eyes sternly before lifting his drink for a sip. A smirk cracked at his lips again, that amusement spilling in a huff through his nose, "I don't say this often, but, you look cute with your drink, you know that? Delicate is what delicate does. A little doe. My doe."
A hand reached out, cupping her jaw affectionately and giving it a stroke of his thumb. "You know, I was an orphan myself? Raised by an Italian family in the wrong business, passed around for hire by Russians, climbed to the top on the back of sponsors. We're not so different—we're broken but not forever ruined. I'll take care of you and Mizuki to my best ability. But speaking of, I need you to help me tame that little mare. Would you twist her emotions to please me? We can play a little game with her until she's understanding of her place."