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[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

Immediately he told her the truth and she couldn't help but smile. So sweet, Milo was refreshing to be around and she nodded. “No touching it then. We will keep it cleaned and bandaged till it heals.” It would be a simple task and one that she would see to it personally. There was annoyance that he’d been harmed and it hadn’t been disclosed to her. It was unlikely they hadn’t known. She could have made a fuss about it, but in the end, there was little need. She didn’t want an exchange as some might, she was quite happy with Milo. It would heal too, not something she needed to bring up, if he would be permanently disfigured. The look of jealousy had been missed, but he brought it u p as they talked about her bite and she blinked in surprise. Jealous that she’d made others feel pleasure. That was something she hadn’t considered and after a moment she nodded. “I understand. I can feed from bags for a while, if you’d prefer.” While he’d not thought her a monster, she wasn’t sure she wanted him addicted to her bite. Not quite yet. In time, it would be fine, but she wanted to give him a chance without addiction to make his choice. “Not being a fighter is no reason to allow people to harm you.” The words held a touch of a growl and she exhaled to calm herself. “I will fight your battles, but I need to know.” She was more than capable of fighting. Vampires were deadly. Speed, strength and the ability to heal quickly. Not that she thought combat would be needed. Likely her name, her money would win her the battles, if need be. She stroked his ears, the soft thump thump of his tail was soothing in its constant rhythm. “Remember this, if it helps. You are now owned by me.” Her words were soft and not meant to be cruel. “I do not take kindly to people hurting what is mine.” She bent to kiss his hair. “People are too casual with their abuse of your kind. I’d prefer you not be harmed because it.” Grey eyes looked up at her and she knew what she’d insist on, but it was not necessary as he told her his desire. She smiled at him and nodded. “Tomorrow for learning. Tonight a movie.” She rose and offered him a hand. “We can watch one in my room, if you like.” Her bed would be cozy and it was where she preferred to watch movies. When his hand slipped into her own she tugged him to his feet. Her eyes fell to the food and she wrinkled her nose. She didn’t feel like cleaning and while she could ask him to, she’d rather just watch the movie. So, she led him from the room and up the stairs. Like his own room, hers was elegant, though there was a clear theme to her own. The deep black against the pale pink was charming. The flowers too softened the starkness that might have occurred. She stood to one side with a shy smile. “Make yourself comfortable, Milo.” She walked toward her bed before climbing onto it, laying against the plush pink pillows. #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

Milo froze, his hand inches from the bandage he'd just been about to poke and looked at Adaline with a guilty smile. "Oh, s-sorry...no touching, Miss Adaline, I understand." That at least sounded like an easy command to follow, though in reality it was hard not to poke at something like that. With past injuries that was how he was, poking and prodding at them. It wasn't that he liked the pain, he couldn't actually explain why he did it, just that he did. Once that was over the subject of his jealousy came up...she seemed surprised by his admission and he was still finding it difficult to look her in the eyes. He didn't know what to say about it...he'd told her because she had said no more lies and he considered keeping it a secret a lie but it was embarrassing...he'd only just met her and yes she had been nice to him, yes she was attractive and yes, she owned him now, he was hers, but that didn't give him an excuse to be jealous of her did it? He was her possession, not the other way around...he could understand if she got jealous of people touching what was hers but it wasn't his place to be jealous, that's what he thought, how he saw it...so he was surprised by her response of offering to only use blood bags. He opened his eyes then, looking straight into hers. "You...could feed from me if you prefer, Miss Adaline, if...if I have enough blood...if you liked it enough...is...is it better than bags, to feed from a person?" Not knowing how it felt, tasted, anything...he was only left to guess but he guessed that it was better to feed from a person than a bag and he didn't want to block her from that. "I really d-don't mind, I said I liked it and...I'm yours, aren't I? Owned by you?" He looked away when he said it, mostly because he could feel his tail thumping behind him, he had little doubt that she could hear it too and heard it move faster once he'd said that. Milo was struggling with these feelings...when he'd learned he had been sold and was to have a new home he'd fully expected abuse or at the very least a strict, uncaring owner. He had been prepared for the worst, for anything, resigned to his fate and now, so quickly, he had become enamored with Adaline. Maybe she was right, maybe it was the effect of her kindness on him but wasn't that enough? He wanted what she did...companionship but he'd never thought he'd be able to have that, never thought he'd be able to have anything good in his life so of course he wanted to belong to her even if some might hate the idea of being owned, he didn't, not in this case. He leaned into her touch, listened to her words and his tail wagged furiously when she said he was now owned by her...then it slowed as he thought about what she had said. "M-Miss Adaline...I...I didn't say I wasn't a good fighter, I...I can fight, I have fought...all my life I've had to fight for scraps but it's not the same, in there...there are demi-humans stronger than me, faster, larger...fighting gets them nothing but pain and torture, even death...I know you meant well when you said that b-but fighting in there...you don't know what it's like, you can't know...not fighting is what saved me from the worst of it..." He looked up at her with tears forming in his eyes as she kissed his hair and shook his head. "I...thank you...I w-want to be owned by you...I never thought being owned could be good but this...this I'll happily take, I'll be yours willingly but...I can fight, I'm not weak...and you're so small, so much smaller than me I don't want you getting hurt for me...I-I'm stronger, I should protect you..." Milo had no idea what a vampire could do, didn't know anything about them other than that they liked to drink blood now and hated strong smells sometimes, so he had no idea that he might not be stronger. He himself was stronger than most humans, faster and more agile when it came to it. They moved on to happier things quickly and he nodded eagerly at the idea of watching a movie with her. "O-Okay, I would like that Miss Adaline, I've never watched one before...and your room seems fine." He smiled up at her, excited to see what her room looked like, he wanted to know more about her. When they got there he found himself looking all around. Breathing in he inhaled the scent, her scent...it was all over, she clearly spent a lot of time in this room and the colours...vibrant, pretty pinks on black, they suited what he knew of her. Beautiful and sophisticated, there was a cuteness about them but also a seriousness and a serenity. When she told him to make himself comfortable he watched her get on the bed and didn't know where to go himself. Eventually he moved around to the other side...she said comfortable so he didn't feel he needed to be on the floor, though for her he would have been happy to do that and he climbed on a little too quickly, practically jumping on out of excitement. He didn't move too close, leaving about a foot of space between them not because he didn't want to be near her but because he was nervous, he didn't want to assume he could invade her space and he looked at her and smiled as he went to lay down then yelped as he sank deeper into the mattress than he'd expected as the bed bounced him back up as he scrambled to find his footing and he grinned nervously. "Sorry, I...I didn't expect it to be so soft and bouncy...I never got a mattress before..." ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

His reactions were refreshing. The more she interacted with him, the more often she found herself thinking it. He’d been about to poke the bandage and had withdrawn his hand almost as if she had slapped his wrist, guilty eyes rising to her. Adaline smiled and chuckled softly. “I know poking it is tempting, but you need to let it heal, okay?” She lifted a hand to his cheek and rubbed a thumb along it. The offer that came was not shocking and she tilted her head. “I know you don’t and I trust that you’d offer even if it didn’t feel so good.” Voice softer she considered him and then nodded. “It does taste better from a person, yes. But, Milo..” Adaline sighed softly and crossed her arms. She wasn’t upset but the pose helped her focus her words. “I don’t want it to influence you, the feeling.” She wondered if that made sense. “Yes, you are mine, Milo.” When she said his name, it was a soft purr of sound and she smiled at the happy wag of his tail. It gave him away, not that it was hard to see that he was happy. When he corrected her she tilted her head and lifted a finger to boop his nose. “I didn’t say you were not either. I said you no longer need to fight. I am more than capable. Money and power will fight most of our battles. My name brings both. If it came to a brawl though, there would be few of your kind that could match me.” While the words sounded like a boast, they were simply true and said in such a tone. Vampires were fast, faster than demi-humans and humans. Stronger too. Her eyes softened. “You also don’t know what I can do. Let’s hope you never need to see it.” It was inhuman and more akin to demonic, watching one of her kind fight. “I suppose for many, it isn’t.” Many were used and abused. Her laugh was bright and she wrinkled her nose. “Oh baby, I know I am small. But I could easily lift you. It would be our sizes that caused the issue, because you are so talk and I am so small. But shear strength and power? You’d lose, Milo. You’d also lose a foot race.” Chuckling slightly they rose and she led him toward her room. His body bounced against her bed and she giggled and pulled him into her. "Your bed will be like mine. But if you find it uncomfortable to sleep in, we can go to a store and you can try a few out. Find the right one." She curled, so her head was on his shoulder and a slender arm laid across his stomach. Her free hand lifted the remote she’d grabbed before laying down and the tv flickered to life. Slowly she scrolled through movies, debating what to watch with him. Finally she settled on Aladdin, feeling the story would resonate with him but more than that, it was just damned good. From the music to the jokes. “Comfy?” Adaline asked as the movie began to play. #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

"Yes Miss Adaline, I'll try not to poke it..." There was a slight pout to his tone but Milo meant it, if she wanted him not to poke then he wouldn't even if it was awfully tempting. The pain, he didn't mind so much, he'd been good at handling it which is why he'd managed to not fight back, though conversely he could act like a bit of a big baby when he was hurt, crying out and whimpering. It felt a little weird to him too, being happy to follow a simple command like he was now. He'd followed them in the facility out of fear of anything bad happening to him but here, he didn't think Adaline would hurt him, he was sure of it, and he was being obedient almost entirely out of respect for her and wanting to please her...an urge that had been steadily growing all day. He liked when she smiled and petted him, he liked when she was happy and he had hated when she'd been unhappy, it had felt like there was a hole in the world. He didn't stop to think about how soon it was to have such strong feelings and how right she was about how easily she'd managed to influence him but if he did stop to think about it, he wouldn't have cared. Milo was wise in his own way, and he'd meant what he'd said...why did it matter if she wanted things from him and if her actions made it impossible for him to resist, when he was being treated so kindly and lovingly? It was such a step up from his past that he didn't care, he wanted to give her everything of himself because this, to him, was the happiest time of his life and he'd barely been there a couple of hours. To that end, he wrinkled his nose again at her comment. He knew instinctively that he could do that here...he could disagree with her and if she told him to stop talking about it he knew he would but he also knew she wasn't going to hurt him just because he disagreed. "Miss Adaline...I...yeah it felt good, really really good but...I didn't offer it for that, I didn't know it would feel like that when I offered earlier, did I?" He felt that mattered. "It's all I have to give you...and...and I give it willingly, happily...that should matter...you've already influenced me too...I want to make you happy, I want to please you, I want to offer up everything I have to you because you...you've saved me." There were tears forming in his eyes. "I don't know if you can see that b-but it's true...I was in a terrible place, I've always been in a terrible place my whole life and now...now I'm here...I feel safe. And..." He frowned when she sighed and crossed her arms and he moved closer, lifting up slightly while on his knees and pulling at her arms again. She was so resistant to this, she feared this addiction influencing him but to him it didn't make sense. He tried to pull her arms back to him. "...and happy. I don't care if it's addictive, y-you're in control, I can't just get you to feed from me when I want so why does it matter? If I can give you this, I...I want to...please, I'll be good, I won't beg for it, I won't pester you but..." He didn't know what else to say, he'd said it all and he just rested his head on her thigh just above her knee. "...I was so scared I'd been sold to somebody who would abuse me and take from me and instead I got somebody who won't even take what I'm trying to offer her." He laughed, it was a happy sound. "You're too sweet, Miss Adaline. Like an angel." As they walked up to her bedroom he had laughed softly. She was so small, he didn't believe what she was saying, how could he? He couldn't imagine her being dangerous, strong and fast. "Miss Adaline I...I'm sorry but...I don't think you know how strong I am, I...I wouldn't ever hurt you, but I don't think you could beat me...I've had many fights, I was one of the strongest even if I don't fight back often...and...even when I was younger some of us used to wrestle for food, when we gathered...I could even beat some adults then..." It wasn't a very happy memory, even when he won he had shared it with his parents, and they had shared what they won with him, and it had never been enough but...he knew he was strong. "I'm sure I'd win but that's okay, you never have to be scared of me...even if you were cruel I wouldn't fight back, it's not worth it...and you're not, so I want to protect you, I could be your bodyguard too!" He'd blushed deeply in her room when he'd panicked on the bed and she'd giggled at him but it wasn't real shame...he didn't think she was being mean, he was sure by this point she wasn't capable of it. "I...I'll be okay, I like this I just...I didn't think it would be so soft, I fell into it so easily!" He was grinning ear to ear and his tail wagging furiously when she pulled him into her and her head rested on his shoulder...he was breathing in her scent, he liked this, he liked how she was holding him, touching him as he started to watch the movie and he nodded. "Very comfy, Miss Adaline." Tentatively he put his arm around her too to keep her held close to him, though loose enough that she could easily pull away, and snuggled like that he began to watch. He marveled at the movie, Aladdin...he was like him. He lived a life like he did, more flashy, and had Apu but the struggle for food was something Milo knew well and he too had stolen. The palace guards, they were the traders of his people trying to capture him, the people in Agrabah were the humans, though in reality his humans were even worse than Aladdin's. He didn't really have a Jafar in his life, though it could have been the head keeper at the facility, he was more like the head of the guards though...and then there was Jasmine. She was just like his Miss Adaline, sweet. He found himself squeezing her shoulder slightly when Aladdin had been struggling for food and stolen the bread, he found himself fully invested in the movie and he loved the songs, his eyes wide as he listened, his ears twitching slightly. ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

Fingers brushed at his eyes gently waiting for him to close them to whisk away tears. “Don’t cry, Milo. I think rescue is a bit much.” her voice was soft. “I gave you the life you and all of your kind should enjoy, period. You are not lesser than us.” His words struck a chord in her and she finally nodded. “When I am hungry, I will ask, okay?” It was clear he wanted to offer what he felt was all he could give. His blood was his, it was likely one of two things in the world that had been his and only his. His blood and his body. “No more sadness, okay? Today is meant to be a happy day.” Her smile was shy and sweet as she looked down at him. When he argued that he was stronger than her, she let it go. He didn’t know and without showing him the truth. She would in time, but for now, she simply wanted to relax with him. Show him a movie and help him settle into his new life with her. Besides, his knowing how to fight could have beaten her, but there were just some things that even knowledge couldn't help you beat. Sheer force of will was likely one of them and that was what Adaline had. His desire to protect her though made her smile at him and she stroked a hand along his back. “That is very sweet of you, Milo.” She could have pointed out that she had no need for such a thing or if she did, she’d hire one of her own kind to do so. He was trying to be brave and sweet and loving. Why poke holes in that? It seemed cruel. “I like soft beds, though some people like them firmer!” She smiled and hugged him to her. His arm around her was just as comforting. She’d have made a change, to move her head a little lower and listen to his heart and breathing while she watched the movie. Such rhythms were comforting to her, but they also might have lulled her to sleep. She watched the movie and knew that it would resonate with him. It was why she’d picked it. It would make him feel seen. She could feel when it did. His hands tightened on her shoulders and when he was happy or entertained, she could feel his ears twitch just above her. As the movie came to a close she looked up at him and smiled. “Did you like it?” her hand rested over his heart. She had thought he would and she thought she knew his answer as well. But she wanted to hear it from him. Even now, she was planning all the sweet Disney movies to watch with him and some of her favorites that had not come from the mouse-eared franchise. Sinbad, Anastasia and Howl’s Moving Castle. The list would go on forever with each new movie she thought of. Without warning she hugged him, tight. “Thank you for being so sweet Milo.” #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

"But you did, Miss Adaline...you rescued me. You didn't have to...you don't have to be this kind, you could have taken me, made me do all of your work, hurt me, taken my blood and...and my b-body by force, but you didn't." Milo didn't think it was a bit much at all, he thought it was accurate and he wanted her to know it. "That's what I was in for, or a life of abuse and trying to stay unnoticed at the facility...so you rescued me. I just want you to know that...I'm grateful, and...I think you're wonderful. And...pretty." He blushed and looked away, though he was smiling and trying to do just what she asked, fight the sadness. "No more sadness Miss Adaline, thank you...I...I am happy, to be here with you...I've never been happier...it's been the best day of my life..." He was beaming when she said that wanting to protect her was sweet of him and his tail was wagging as they entered her bedroom, her hand rubbing over his back helping only to add to the joy he was feeling. He'd never thought he could feel this way, he had such affection for her, he wanted to please her more than he wanted anything...it had happened so quickly but that was all he could think about, and keeping her safe was something he knew he would always do from that moment forward and he still didn't have any idea how much he wouldn't need to do that, how strong and fast she could be. On the bed he had felt a little silly and she had giggled, but he'd been smiling and so had she, and he didn't ever feel that she was making fun of him or being mean when she laughed, rather that she was happy too. If that was right, if he was making her happy then he had nothing to complain about. "Maybe a firmer one, for me, Miss Adaline? I'm not used to sleeping on anything soft, I...I don't know if I could get used to it or not but it...it's not really a big problem. Not something worth troubling you over." And then the movie...the movie had enraptured him, he had been unable to look away for so long and what he thought about it had been all over his face...his tail had stopped wagging when Aladdin had been betrayed, he'd gasped as he'd met the Genie and he'd loved the songs so much, he'd never seen anything like this and the entire time he'd been cuddled up with Adaline...it had been perfect. When she asked him if he liked the movie he'd nodded enthusiastically. "I loved it, it was...are all movies like that?" He was grinning ear to ear, his tail pounding against the mattress. "Aladdin was so cool, he lived on the streets like I did and the Genie was so funny, I've never laughed like that before!" It was true he'd been giggling a lot and at times unable to stop, which of course had made him feel embarrassed and made him blush. "I didn't know you could ride carpets like that either, I've never seen that before, have you ever ridden a magic carpet, Miss Adaline? Could we ride on one together, I...I really liked that part, you're beautiful and sweet like Jasmine was and I..." He blushed again and looked back to the screen which was now black but was somewhere to look other than into her eyes. "Oh OH!! And Rajah!! I really liked Rajah, he was Jasmine's pet, and protector, kinda like..." He stopped again and giggled, not saying what he was thinking and then suddenly she was squeezing him tightly. He was surprised...not just because of the action itself but because of how tight it was, and he laughed, his arms going around her instinctively even if he'd never really hugged anybody like this in a long long time. "I...I'm just being me, Miss Adaline, you're the one being sweet...I should be thanking you, this was wonderful, I feel like I'm dreaming, I never want to wake, I...I'm so happy..." ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

Gratitude was something she’d expected but the sweetness in which Milo offered it still managed to surprise her. He wasn’t wrong, Adaline knew this. Life for his kind was not pleasant. Life for someone like him? One unwilling to fight. He wouldn’t fight the masters, he’d said as much. With her though, he could be happy. Could find out who he really was. What he liked. Something that most humans or vampires for that matter, took for granted. Laughing she shook her head. “First day or the first of your life. Other days will be better.” It was a promise of sorts, one that she knew she could fulfill. “Why don’t you try your bed tonight and if you feel like you want something different, we can go looking?” She snorted softly and shook her head. “It is no trouble. If you need or want anything, you let me know Milo. I really don’t mind.” She knew he’d hesitate otherwise and she had more than enough money to have a few hundred milos and still take care of them at least financially. Emotionally was another story. For that, she’d stick with one. “Like what, baby?” Her lips curled into a smile and she listened as he spoke. Her eyes danced and she shook her head. “You can’t ride carpets. It was made up. Though that would be neat, wouldn't it?” She closed her eyes for a moment. “However, I can take you flying, if you think you might like that?Not a carpet, but in a plane.” They opened and she blushed as he complimented her. He looked away from her shyly and she chuckled and sat up. His innocence was adorable and his excitement was infectious. It was why she hugged him tightly and she shook her head. “And I appreciate you for being you.” Yawning, she turned the TV back on and considered. After a moment she put on Lady and the Tramp and laid back against his shoulder. Her eyes felt heavy. “I might fall asleep, but I think you;d like this one too.” It too would speak to him of his old life and it had dogs. A silly connection perhaps. “If I do fall asleep you are free to stay here or go back to your room. Your choice Milo.” The movie began to play, the animation style was older, but charming. It wasn’t one she watched often so even as it began to play she fought sleep. In the end though she lost and half way through the movie, Adaline was sleeping peacefully snuggled into his side. Her breathing deep and even as the movie played.#b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

"First...maybe, but I don't think I've ever felt this happy, I can't imagine it getting any better, Miss Adaline." Milo was grinning happily and he genuinely meant it...he couldn't imagine a better day than this, he couldn't imagine it being possible. He tried to think on what he'd want, what could make it better and he couldn't think of anything at all...maybe more garlic bread, more movies...or just more cuddling with Adaline, more petting...then being fed on came to mind. That...that feeling, that rush of intense pleasure...all of that and maybe the day could be as good but how could anything surpass the day he was rescued? When she told him that maybe he should try his bed he was conflicted. For the first time in his life, Milo had a room that was all his own, a bed that belonged to him, soft and plush like this one no doubt and a private space he could feel safe in...yet he didn't want to go there. His tail stopped wagging as he tried to understand his own feelings...why did he feel sadness at the idea of trying out his new bed, why did he frown? It was only a flicker really and he hid it well, turning it back into a smile though it wasn't quite as wide as earlier. "O-okay I can do that Miss Adaline, though it's more than I've ever had...I don't think there is anything I'm gonna complain about in there when you've given me something so wonderful, I...I'd feel bad for wanting more..." It was the truth. He couldn't possibly ask for more than he already had, when he had more than any demi-human he'd ever heard of already. The thought of it made him uncomfortable, so he had watched the rest of the movie, enjoying the peace and being petted instead and had been happy to talk about that at the end, a much easier topic for him. "Like...amazing like that! It was like watching people, but they weren't people...and the songs were amazing, I've heard music before but only a little, you hear it sometimes when it's being played in town but you have to be careful not to be seen if you listen and it's never as pretty as that...and it was exciting, there were so many things I've never even imagined in there!" He was clearly excited, his tail was in danger of actually leaving a bruise on his own thigh it was wagging so hard and he'd gotten up to his knees to look down at Adaline as he talked about the movie. He pouted a little when she told him that he couldn't fly on a carpet but then she said she could take him flying anyway and his ears perked up. "A plane? What's that? Was there one in the movie?" He'd seen them before, flying overhead but he'd never had a word to put to it and they'd barely been visible...tiny little shapes so high up that they looked like stiff birds. He'd blushed when she said she appreciated him being him. He didn't know why, he had no way to know why she'd like him, he couldn't comprehend her reasons yet but he liked that she did and he'd happily cuddled back up against her as the second movie had started. "I...I'll stay, if...that's okay, Miss Adaline..." He held her, and she held him as he watched the movie, this time it was a dog living on the streets...something else he could relate to, scrounging for food...he was entranced by it just as he had with Aladdin and he didn't even notice Adaline had fallen asleep, or that he was falling asleep himself until he closed his eyes and didn't open them again. As he slept, at first it was peaceful...then the dreams came. The nightmares. His leg kicked on the bed as he whimpered in his sleep and trembled...memories of past nights, rough ones, of being found and beaten, memories of the facility and hungry nights alone in the woods with no shelter at all...much like an actual dog he shook and whined in his sleep despite his new situation. ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

“No Milo.” That firm voice was used again. Adlaine seemed to know that he would skirt around his wants if she let him. “You will tell me if you want something or need something.” She waited until he finally nodded and smiled. “That’s my good boy.” She couldn't help but wonder if he’d like those two words. Milo wasn’t a dog, but so many of his mannerisms were canine. It was in part why his infectious sweetness was so appealing. Milo was just a big puppy. Adaline tried to feel bad about the comparison but found she couldn't. It wasn’t meant to be malicious and it fit him too perfectly. His description of movies was apt and she giggled. “Well yes and no. A lot of Disney movies are like this one. Other movies will have real people acting rather than animation. Some movies don’t have musical bits to them. But we will see all kinds, don’t worry.” Another little note was made and Adaline knew one of the places she’d be taking him. To a musical or a ballet. Both perhaps.. She liked them equally and knew that he’d enjoy them without question. His mind had moved onto another word and she considered how to answer. “Planes are.. Like metal birds. They fly in the air.” A simplistic explanation yes, but one that fit perfectly. “We use them to travel great distances quickly. Cars, trains and boats are a lot slower than a plane.” She hoped she was doing a good job at explaining, it was something she hadn’t thought about really, but she would never not answer him. “Silly, that is why I offered.” Came her soft response to his answer. Sleep had claimed her quickly. Her day had been busy and exciting, though nowhere near his. Her dreams if she had any slipped from her mind and memory as she woke to a soft sound. A whimpering as his legs kicked. Sitting up, she gazed down at him. Her eyes were soft as she ran her fingers through his hair. “Milo, baby, wake up” She didn’t want to scare him nor did Adaline want him to suffer through whatever nightmare he was having. Leaning down she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You are having a bad dream.” She gently waited for him to wake and saw the fear before he noticed who it was above him. “There now.” She smiled, “You are safe.” #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

Milo's mouth had opened as though to protest, but the tone that Adaline had used had gotten to him. Not in a bad way, she didn't scare him, he didn't fear being hurt or worse around her, but it was strict and firm. He closed his mouth and looked at her for a second. She owned him...and far from feeling oppressed or put out by the thought, he liked it, he knew that now. Being owned by her was better than freedom in his mind. "Y-Yes Miss Adaline, sorry, I...I will tell you if I need or want anything..." He nodded as he said the words, and was rewarded with something he'd never heard coming his way before. Good boy. His tail wagged hard and his smile split into a grin, he giggled and blushed... "Good boy???" He laughed again, and couldn't stop smiling, he didn't know why but the words sent a warm feeling that started at the tips of his ears, heating up his whole body as it travelled down his spine to the very tip of his tail. "I...I like that." He was still grinning as she explained about different movies to him and while he'd loved Aladdin and wanted to see more just like that, he wanted to see the others too. He wanted to see real people in them and not just drawings, he wanted to see the ones she said she liked, the scary ones and he wanted to see what was scary about them. Would he be scared? Would Adaline be scared? If she was he would protect her, and cuddle her...and that was the thought that made him happiest of all. He couldn't escape the feelings that were rising up, she was the object of all of his affection, she was the beacon which all of these good things and thoughts rotated around in his mind. "I'm not worried, Miss Adaline...not with you. I'm excited...I want to see the movies you like the most, I want to watch them with you, if...if that's okay." She explained planes to him too, just like he'd thought they were stiff birds made of metal. He wanted to ask how they stay up in the air, how does metal fly like that when it's so heavy and birds were light, were planes covered in feathers when you got closer to them? Another word hit him too...he knew boats and cars, he'd seen them too but not the other one. "What's a train, Miss Adaline?" He had cuddled closer when she'd said that's why she offered, smiling. He would get to stay here...sleep here. He felt better, the feeling from earlier about going back to his room, the anxiety he'd had about it dissipated. "Thank you...I...I like being with you. I know you gave me the room and I...I'm really grateful, I've never had a place of my own where I can just be alone and feel safe before but...I don't want to be alone, I...I'd rather stay here, with you, as long as I can, Miss Adaline..." He was anxious even saying that, he didn't know if she'd feel the same way or not but he was comfortable there, happy, and that's how he'd fallen asleep, until the nightmares had started. When he woke up he whimpered again, scared, fear in his eyes as he looked up into that beautiful gold. It was her...Adaline...he felt his heart rate start to slow down as he breathed deep, keeping eye contact, then he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tightly. His voice was trembling as he spoke. "I...I was back on the streets and in...in that place...you weren't there...I thought this was the dream, this was all a dream and I'd wake up alone and cold, hungry...but you're here, you're real..." He could breathe again, think again and he didn't want to let her go but he didn't want to overstay his welcome either so he released her and laid back down. "I...I'm sorry if I woke you, I didn't...I didn't know my dreams could wake anybody else..." He didn't like that...he didn't like that she'd been somehow woken by what was in his head, he'd wanted her to sleep peacefully...he was used to the nightmares, they always faded away when he woke...usually it had been into a similar reality, this was an enormous upgrade. He closed his eyes to sleep more and nuzzled closer to her. ​

 

[Bunny]

⊰ Adaline ⊱ 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑒. ​

With his puppy like nature, it wasn’t a huge surprise that Milo liked being called a good boy. Some of his kind might have rebelled against the name, but she also wouldn’t have called them that. Her puppy, for he was her puppy, liked the name and she smiled softly. She would need to try puppy on him at some point, Adeline decided. Giggling, she nodded and brushed a kiss to his forehead. “I thought you might.” Her voice was soft. Adeline found herself wanting to care for him. He was too sweet, too soft for the world and she wanted to shield him from it. “We will watch all kinds, don’t fear. Sweet, scary, ones that make you think. There are all kinds really. Some of my favorites are musicals.” She admitted and grinned. “Where they sing, like in Aladdin.” She had always loved musicals and one of her favorites would resonate with him. The fact that the main character was a girl would mean little, she felt. She could see the questions and she giggled and booped his nose. “We will show you more on airplanes later, okay?” His next question was about trains and she thought for a moment. “Sort of like a car, but it runs on tracks and doesn’t really stop between, unless spiking supplies or people up.” At least she thought she was right. Much like airplanes, Adeline hadn’t thought to explain it before. He’d likely seen one before anyway, when living on his own. “Then you don’t have to be Milo. You are welcome to stay with me, okay?” Her words may have seemed short, but she hugged him close and smiled. “I offered because I thought you might feel more comfortable closer to someone else. I get nervous in a new place by myself when I sleep. I find it hard.” She explained to him as the movie started. It was true and it was common for most. It was why it was a well known thing, that people had trouble sleeping someplace new. Panic slowly vanished from his eyes as he realized who it was waking him and she stroked a hand up and down his side gently, trying to provide comfort. Arms went around her and she held him close as he clung to her, his voice trembling. “Shhh, you will never be back there.” She didn’t clarify which place, because she wouldn’t allow him to go back to the streets or to the facility again. “Bad dreams happen, Milo. You may have them from time to time, it really is okay.” Shifting on the bed, she laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes. His face nuzzled against her hair and she wrapped an arm around his waist. It was almost like how they’d watched the movie, but now, she could hear his heart and breathing. They became her new lullaby. Sleep pulled her back under and the pair slept soundly. Adeline didn’t have class or work, so no alarms went off. Not as the sun slowly rose in the sky, the light blacked out by her curtains. She could deal with sunlight, unlike those horrible movies suggested. She simply preferred to sleep in complete darkness. Nuzzling her cheek against his chest, Adeline slowly woke. Her lashes felt heavy. She normally slept well enough, but sleeping with Milo had been the best sleep she’d.. Ever had. Even with the nightmare that had woken them both. “Morning, Milo.” Her voice drowsy. #b84dab ​

 

[Staine]

⊰ Milo ⊱ 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. ​

Milo loved when she giggled...it made him beam, he couldn't stop himself from smiling at the sound, the look in her eyes...it seemed like pure happiness, pure enjoyment and for somebody that had lived a life that rarely got to experience it himself or see it in others it was intoxicating. It didn't hurt that she was so beautiful, something he was quickly becoming more and more aware of. He'd known she was beautiful from the start, of course...Adaline was flawless, graceful in her beauty and her kindness only made her even more radiant to him but there was a difference between recognising all of that and being drawn to it like he was now. He giggled in return when she booped his nose and found himself grinning, nodding. "I...I'd like that, Miss Adaline...I have a lot to learn, you're gonna have a lot on your hands if you're gonna teach me all of this!" Musicals and airplanes and so much more, he couldn't wait to learn it all and a large part of him knew the reason why...because of the one who would be teaching him. If he had any experience at all with dating, with courting or anything similar he would probably have recognised the feelings that were growing, and that he was probably feeling them far quicker than was normal but Milo was unfortunately so new to all of this that he couldn't hold back the tide, he found it hard to control the growing affection. He nodded and cuddled up close to Adaline. "O-Okay then I...I'll stay." He liked being hugged and held, another thing he was learning quickly. "I...I don't think it's entirely like that, if I'm being honest, Miss Adaline, I..." He blushed and didn't want to look up at her. "I'm not scared of being alone, I just...I don't want to. I like being here...with you..." He felt nervous and ashamed as he admitted it but she'd made him promise not to lie to her so what other choice did he have? He'd stayed like that, holding her, her holding him until they'd fallen asleep and he didn't have to worry about it...instead he only had the nightmares to contend with. Only. They grew worse and worse, following him from one scene in his mind to the next until he was finally woken with a shock. He whimpered as his eyes opened and then he'd seen her...there again, there to pet him and tell him everything was okay, and she'd done just that, soothed him, told him he was safe and he'd cuddled back up to her again happily. She'd done the same, and sleep had come easily, how could it not when he felt so safe and cared for? His dreams took a different turn then. In his dreams she was there this time and nothing bad came for him. They watched movies, she taught him to read and write, she was giggling a lot, booping his nose, calling him a good boy every time he did something correctly and sometimes just for no reason. She got him food, she cuddled him and petted him, she sat down in his lap while they were on the sofa and was moving closer, he could see her fangs, sharp and deadly and he tilted his head so she had complete access to his throat, his most vulnerable area...she bit him and he'd groaned...those wonderful feelings of pleasure again, he'd whimpered and gasped and she hadn't stopped even as she felt his manhood grow beneath her and he'd felt her shift on top of him, on it, wriggling almost like she wanted to tease him...when she'd pulled back and licked his neck to heal the wounds she'd looked at him and leaned in, her lips moving towards his own and his had parted willingly as she kissed him and her hand travelled down between them, down his bare flesh...why wasn't he wearing clothes? Any clothes at all????? She didn't seem to care, her hand moved lower and lower as their lips pressed together and... Milo's eyes snapped open. It wasn't like it was when she'd bitten him but he could feel it, that wonderful sense of arousal that made him blush and he could feel already without looking that he was like that again...erect, fully erect and hard like steel beneath the slacks she'd given him and he blushed deeply as he heard her voice, heard her say good morning. "M-Morning Miss A-Adaline, I..." He fumbled as he tried to hide it, his hands moving down in a futile attempt to cover himself and he looked towards her, face flushed with shame and desire as his eyes met hers. "S-Sorry I...sorry for waking you last night, umm...did you get back to sleep okay?" He didn't know what to say, he was willing himself to go down but he couldn't forget the dream he'd just had and how incredibly perfect it had felt. ​