First Encounters(Dra-Seven)

[Troy]

Troy would blink in suprise as Seven blushes. What's going on? I'm not doing anything to embaress him am i? biteing his lip he'd kick the ground as Seven talks. He was so understanding, but it was only cause he didnt know the truth behind Troy's situation. WHat would he do when he found out the truth about him? That thought frightened him most of all. He was just now starting to have a friend again. The closest thing he had before was his make up artist that helped him out, and even then they hadn't had much time to socialize. This had to be the most he's ever talked to someone of his own freewill. Then Seven's own statements snapped him out of his own thoughts. How could their be no slaves? Slaves were the backbones of the rich he thought. If you had the money, you made sure you had a slave to do whatever you need done. But maybe this was his opprotunity. If their were no slaves here, then he could hope that he wouldn't be sold back into that life he had lived. With that thought he would reach up and run his hand through his curly locks as a smile spreads accross his lips. His eye's would shine with joy even as Seven asks the question. Why had i asked about slaves? I thought i was going to hide my past. Well if theirs no slaves, i might as well come clean. Maybe he wont hate me for it. With a sigh he would shake his head, his curly locks flailing about his head before laying down in a mess again. "I uh asked cause i thought their were slaves everywhere. I um, dont have much education about such things. My master only taught me enough to attract clients for him." Blushing slightly he would look down at his feet again, kicking the dirt he would look back up at Seven's eyes a shy look on his face. "And uh. I'm not sure how you'll take it but uh. I wasn't one of the rich that had the slaves. I was one of the slaves that worked for the rich." After saying that Troy would look back down at the ground, clasping his hands in front of him as he bows his head slightly. Biting his lip he would shake his head as thoughts race through his head, I cant believe i just said that. What if he was lieing about the no slaves and he sells me back? It's not like i could stop him. And, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing. Being on my own has been so hard

[Seven Xu]

Seven's expression darkened as Troy's confession hit him like a sack of bricks. "You were a slave." He repeated, dry lips barely opening far enough for the words to escape, eyes darting to the ground in astonishment. A short respite in their conversation bred an awkward silence between them. The sound of the bustling Gate District flooded to the foreground of Seven's attention and his eyes appeared to glaze over. "I guess that explains your appearance." Too forward, although in a moment of utter bewilderment he had forgotten to censor himself.

"Come on." If he was a newly freed, or escaped, slave it was unlikely the boy knew he looked so disheveled anyway; it wasn't his fault. Seven extended a pale hand to Troy. A brow quirked upward and Seven's lips tightened, his morose look fading in favor of a veracious smile. "I will not harm you." It all made sense now. Troy wasn't used to making his own decisions. The hesitant answers he gave, the nervous blush, the odd way he looked at Seven. Poor thing. Pity got the best of the half-blood as his thin fingers entwined with Troy's dirty hand and he lead him through the tight streets toward the Nettle District. "I did not mean to be so rude earlier," Seven admitted, back turned to Troy as they traveled through the thinning crowd attached at an arms length. "Sometimes I am too blunt for my own good."

A pause in thought as they stepped back within the confines of the Citadel. Out of the beating sun and dusty heat. The Nettle District was lined with the most lavish of shops and amenities in Syliras. Seven had only been once, and it was to wash off a journey's worth of grime in the baths; he had been meaning to return to find an acceptable shop to find some new clothing. Clothing that had not been worn thin by a cross-continental journey. "This is better." Seven nodded contentedly before he loosened his grip on Troy's hand. "So, uh. What happened, exactly? I mean ... did you escape your master, or were you set free?"

[Troy]

He would nod slowly as Seven repeats himself. Was it really that suprising? I suppose it would if Seven had never seen a slave before. Perhaps that was it, Maybe this was like a nightmare or dream for him. Wait, what was that about my appearance? Was he insulting me? Who wouldn't look tired and beat up after traveling as long as i have? Hmph, maybe i should have put on my nice clothes even if it would have ruined them. No, i wont ruin anything i have. it might have to last me for a while. Opening his mouth to speak in protest over his appearance however that was when Seven flashed that smile of his, and he forgot what he was going to say. How was it that someone could look like that? The fangs, the eye's. He obviously wasn't human but what was he? Hand in hand with Seven he walks quickly, biting his lip as he looks at the people they pass and walk past. He had to visibly resist the temptation to turn around and offer appologies to each and every one of them. "Uh um, you were not rude. It's not rudeness if it's um made in ignorance. Thats what my master said at least, and uh the reason he didnt teach me more than i needed to know. So i stayed ignorant." Looking around at the area they were now in he would give a soft smile as he looks at the various shops. He had always wanted to go shopping on his own, and not for someone else. But why was Seven bringing him here? Oh that's right, he thinks i dont have anything decent to wear. Opening his mouth to talk, Seven would Stop moving and let go of Troy's hand asking his question. Oh, he just wanted it to be more private when he pryed into my life. Well, he had already given this much knowelege, no point in holding back now. "Neither. I uh would never have run away from him, he was the closest thing to a dad i've known and um i lived with him since i was born. This is so wierd" With that last he'd motion around them, then to Seven then to himself "What i'm doing makes no sense yet it's fun. And My master would never have let me go free, he cared about me. He always said he did and i believed him so their. No what really happened is " at that point he'd bite his lip, his hands clenching into fists so tight that his knuckles went white. Tears would start forming in his eye's as he looks down to hide them, but sobs would wrack his body making it pretty obvious. "What happened is they all died. A giant bird in cyphrus. I was lucky but i still lost them all." His voice would crack as he talks, tears trailing down his cheeks. Faint sniffles would be heard as his body still shakes with his efforts at keeping his sobbing under control and silent. i thought i said i wouldn't cry again! I had just got this undercontrol...but with one question he has me reduced to tears.

[Seven Xu]

Seven's eyes widened in shock and he instinctively took a step away from the crying boy before immediately realizing his error and forcing himself to reach out and awkwardly pat Troy on the back. He was sobbing, with due reason. "Oh, I see." Seven's tone was laden with regret and he found himself unable to look directly at Troy. "I am really sorry, that sounds absolutely terrible, I -" A pause, then he exhaled. His entire body seemed to deflate. "I cannot begin to understand what you must feel." Just please stop crying. Seven's head jerked away from Troy's petite frame and he focused on various objects around them that were barely compelling enough to hold his attention.

Thoughts of going shopping to give Troy a hand were quickly abolished. The kid didn't need a shopping trip, he needed a place to calm down, to act like a normal human being and not a project Seven had taken upon himself to clean up. Seven cursed himself inwardly for being so petching rude before forcing himself to look Troy in those tear-filled eyes and the twisted, broken look on his face. "There, there." The half-blood was painfully awkward as he reached down to rigidly brush tears off of Troy's freckle-dusted cheeks with mismatched fingernails. "I did not mean to pry. For that, again, I apologize." Seven glanced upwards at the guitar that was still slung across the slave boy's back and he forced a reassuring smile. "Would you like to go listen to some music?"

Music. Alcohol. He knew both cheered most people up. Perhaps it was a shallow solution to such a complex problem, but Seven was willing to try anything to reverse the pain he brought upon poor Troy and his unfortunate past. Seven's hands fell to his sides, stained with Troy's tears. Tears that he caused. An unreadable expression plagued Seven's porcelain face and he forced himself to look away again.

[Leviathan]

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