09-17-2016, 11:33 PM
Other than a few leers from random creatures milling about, Violet could literally feel the difference in the environment she was dumped into. Dumped was a strong word. Delivered was better.
Nathaniel led the way inside. She was surprised at how downplayed his wealth was; although tastefully adorned, it wasn’t as obscenely lavish as Ramses palace. It seemed as if Ramses was displaying his power through his surroundings, but this…this was more for function than anything. It was so Nathaniel, she thought. Not too gaudy, and everything seemed to have a use. There was very little ‘extra’ scattered about.
Hooking his arm through hers, Nathaniel gently guided her into the living room. The space was as big as her old ranch, enough to accommodate damn near everybody on the property. Couches and loveseats were clustered around wooden tables, each with their own lamps and rugs and other accessories. Separate spaces were blocked off with oriental style screens and fabric curtains, providing guests with some semblance of privacy. The main area had one of the biggest televisions she’d seen in her life, framed by an equally massive wooden entertainment center. Candles were lit on its top, lending the room a warm, inviting feel.
“You are welcome to redecorate how you wish,” he said. “I know you liked candles, so I made a bunch for you.”
“That’s…generous. Thanks.”
Off to the left, she eyed a dark hallway, and to the right, a kitchen that looked out onto the living and dining areas. He pulled her in that direction, and her stomach rumbled angrily to life. Nathaniel chuckled. “It was a long trip, so let’s go get some food and I’ll show you to your room.”
“Do you treat all your lackeys this way or am I just special?”
“I didn’t think it was possible for you to become even more of a bitch, but I seem to be wrong.”
“It happens when you go through the shit I have.” She looked onward towards the pantry. “What kinda food you got in this place?”
“Go take a look,” Nathaniel motioned towards the kitchen. “I’ve got damn near anything you would want. I even remembered those little cocoa puff things you liked so much.”
“Now you’re pulling my leg,” she scoffed, tossing her head to the side. “Really?”
He nodded, pointing towards the pantry. “Right over there.”
The box was right up front as soon as the door swung open. She grabbed it and stared at it, incredulous. “I can’t believe…how did you get this?”
“You can make it yourself, if you wanted. Omnilium is a wondrous thing.”
“Omnilium did this?”
“Yes,” he said. “It can do almost anything you want it to.”
“Well, shit.” She tore open the box and stuck her hand in, grabbing a large gob of the chocolatey treat and shoving it into her mouth. “Thith ith tho good.”
“Thought you’d like it,” he laughed. “I want you to feel at home here.”
“If there’s more of this, I can be persuaded.”
Nathaniel led the way inside. She was surprised at how downplayed his wealth was; although tastefully adorned, it wasn’t as obscenely lavish as Ramses palace. It seemed as if Ramses was displaying his power through his surroundings, but this…this was more for function than anything. It was so Nathaniel, she thought. Not too gaudy, and everything seemed to have a use. There was very little ‘extra’ scattered about.
Hooking his arm through hers, Nathaniel gently guided her into the living room. The space was as big as her old ranch, enough to accommodate damn near everybody on the property. Couches and loveseats were clustered around wooden tables, each with their own lamps and rugs and other accessories. Separate spaces were blocked off with oriental style screens and fabric curtains, providing guests with some semblance of privacy. The main area had one of the biggest televisions she’d seen in her life, framed by an equally massive wooden entertainment center. Candles were lit on its top, lending the room a warm, inviting feel.
“You are welcome to redecorate how you wish,” he said. “I know you liked candles, so I made a bunch for you.”
“That’s…generous. Thanks.”
Off to the left, she eyed a dark hallway, and to the right, a kitchen that looked out onto the living and dining areas. He pulled her in that direction, and her stomach rumbled angrily to life. Nathaniel chuckled. “It was a long trip, so let’s go get some food and I’ll show you to your room.”
“Do you treat all your lackeys this way or am I just special?”
“I didn’t think it was possible for you to become even more of a bitch, but I seem to be wrong.”
“It happens when you go through the shit I have.” She looked onward towards the pantry. “What kinda food you got in this place?”
“Go take a look,” Nathaniel motioned towards the kitchen. “I’ve got damn near anything you would want. I even remembered those little cocoa puff things you liked so much.”
“Now you’re pulling my leg,” she scoffed, tossing her head to the side. “Really?”
He nodded, pointing towards the pantry. “Right over there.”
The box was right up front as soon as the door swung open. She grabbed it and stared at it, incredulous. “I can’t believe…how did you get this?”
“You can make it yourself, if you wanted. Omnilium is a wondrous thing.”
“Omnilium did this?”
“Yes,” he said. “It can do almost anything you want it to.”
“Well, shit.” She tore open the box and stuck her hand in, grabbing a large gob of the chocolatey treat and shoving it into her mouth. “Thith ith tho good.”
“Thought you’d like it,” he laughed. “I want you to feel at home here.”
“If there’s more of this, I can be persuaded.”
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