Green Eyes Chapter 3
Author: Nympha_Fluminis (River)
Story title: Green-Eye
Rating: NC-17
Configurations: M/m
Warnings: Explicit sex, non/dub-con, slavery (Not in this chapter though ;P)
Word Count: ~2400 this chapter; 7000 overall (so far)
Summary: In a place where status is decided by eye color, Blue-Eyes are at the top of the social ladder and Green-Eyes at the bottom. Caelum Hale is a cold Blue-Eye devoted completely to work, but, when he buys a young Green-Eye on a whim, he finds himself developing feelings for the young slave in question.
Feedback: Yes please! But be gentle!
Chapter 2
Cian
I awoke before the sun, as per usual, and only laid still for a moment before rolling out of bed. I quickly changed from my sleeping clothes, to my daily clothes, which took very little time, as my daily clothes was simply a piece of dark green cloth that tied around my waist at one side and fell to my knees, along with an undergarment that did little more than hide my manhood.
Master hadn't given me a time to wake him up, and I stood before the door leading out to his room, hesitating a moment. Then, I figured I was more likely to get beaten for making my Master late than waking him too early. I opened the door and, to my surprise, found my Master out of bed, bathed, and dressed, getting ready to leave.
“Good morning, pet,” he greeted, without turning around. “Come, tie my tie for me.”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered, hurrying over to where he was standing. I had to stand on my tip-toes to reach the tie and held the two ends in my hands for a moment, trying to remember exactly how to do this. It was, yet again, something I'd learned in my training, but had seemed to forgotten. My old master never wore neck-ties. I clumsily flipped the halves of tie over and under each other before my master slapped my hands away. He gave me an exasperated, disgusted look and sighed heavily. I winced from the force of the look alone.
“This is how you tie a tie,” he said, doing it swiftly and easily, gracefully interweaving the two ends. “I expect to learn by the end of the week. Understand?”
I started to say that I didn't have anyone to teach me, but realized how futile that was. “Yes, Master.” I stared at the ground, feeling shame fill me up.
“Oh, and tell Rosa to set up a time with the tailor to get you some proper clothes,” he added on, his face taking on a look of disgust at the end of the sentence. What's wrong with my clothes? Does he not like my body? I felt tears start to burn behind my eyes, but refused to let them fall. Damn it all, Cian. You've heard way worse than this! Why are you becoming so soft all of the sudden? I wiped the tears out of my eyes with my hands and sniffed once more, before making myself stop.
I left the rooms shortly after him and tried to remember how to the kitchen or at least the library. I remembered that my master's chambers were up a lot of stairs, so I figured heading down would be the best thing to do. After a good half-hour of wondering, though, I began to lose hope I would ever be able to get where I needed to go on my own. I started walking aimlessly, while trying to hold back tears when I suddenly ran into someone. Literally.
Both the girl and I fell over and she dropped everything she was carrying.
“I am so so sorry!” I said, scrambling to pick up the basket she'd been carrying and all the things inside it. I felt tears fall off my cheeks for the second time that day and angrily swiped them away. “I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to run into you and-”
The girl laughed gently. “It's fine. Really! It's just some clothes! You're not hurt are you?”
“N-no,” I stuttered.
“Well, then, it's all good,” she said with a bright smile. “I haven't seen your around here before. I'm Haven.” She held her hand out for me to shake. I took it shyly.
“Ci-Cian,” I said, raising my eyes shyly to her's. She gasped when she saw my eyes and I winced, preparing myself for the hurtful comments.
“I've never seen a Green-Eye!” she exclaimed, sounding more excited than disgusted. “Look at me again!” I did so, feeling very confused. “They really are quite beautiful.”
“Th-thanks?” I said a bit unsure of myself. I'd never felt any pride about my Eye-Color before, in fact, quite the opposite. I'd always hated them. They were so strange and unnatural looking.
“Your welcome,” the girl said with a bright smile, seeming unaware of my confusion. “Hey, what are doing in this part of the manor anyways?”
“Uh... well, I'm a little lost,” I stutter, feeling ashamed of my directional sense.
“Oh, I did that all the time when I first got here! It's just so huge!” Haven's big hazel eyes managed to get even rounder with that statement, as she gestured grandly (almost dropping her basket in the process.) “Where are you headed?”
“I'm looking for Rosa,” I said. “Do you know her?”
“Everyone knows Rosa,” Haven said with a dramatic roll of her eyes, not in a mean way, though. Just to get her point across. “But, I guess everyone knows everyone. Master Caelum runs a tight house; it's huge, but there's only a few of us here. It's hard work, but no one minds too much. Or, I guess if they do they don't last long,” she said with a slight giggle. “But Rosa should be in the kitchens. Do you want me to show you where?” she was all but bouncing on her toes in excitement. Why, I couldn't say beyond that she just seemed to like being helpful... actually, she seemed to like everything. It was a bit exhausting.
“Yes please,” I whispered.
“Yay!” Haven said, tucking her laundry basket under one arm. “This way!” She then proceeded to grab my hand with one of her's and drag me off behind her and she spoke a million words a minute. I only caught half of what she said.
It didn't take too long to get to the kitchens and Rosa was anything but hard to find. She was loud and big. Not just her body, but her personality. She seemed to fill the room up with her presence alone.
“Well, here ya go!” Haven said. “I gotta finish up laundry duty,” she finished, wrinkling her nose to show just what she thought of that.
I walked up carefully behind Rosa as she gave instructions. Or maybe orders. She reminded my of a picture I'd once seen with a general of a battle standing with his sword held high as a symbol of respect with all his soldiers following his orders. Only, instead of sword she had a wooden spoon. And she made it look just as threatening.
I stood meekly behind and waited for her to finish saying whatever it was she was saying and quietly whispered, “Um, Rosa-”
“Yes?” she asked turning her intense gaze on me.
“Um, well,” I started, averting my eyes from hers. I'd always had trouble with eye contact and her eyes were even more difficult to look at than most people's. “I, uh... well, I mean-”
“Spit it out child!”
“MastersaysIneednewclothes,” I mumbled, pushing all the words together quickly.
“Slowly! I can't hear a damn word you said!” she said in frustration. I felt frustrated tears fill my eyes. I hated this. Talking to people. Asking for things. Then, people got mad or annoyed or had to go out of their way to do something for you and it always made me feel so selfish to have to have someone do something for me. And I was bad at it. I could never just say what needed to be said in the best way. I was either too harsh or too meek.
“Master says I need new clothes,” I repeated, enunciating this time as I wiped away the the water filling my eyes and felt my cheeks turn bright red.
She seemed to notice how upset I was by then and suddenly switched from commander to mother. She smiled gently and said, “Well, that's easy enough to do. Come on, sweetie.” I felt my cheeks redden more at the attention. I didn't want her thinking I was weak...
She sauntered off out of the kitchen and I scrambled after her, not wanting to lose her. We walked through many spartan halls until we reached a room even more bare than the rest. The others were tastefully minimalist, but this was just empty and abandoned. Rosa walked to a closet at the other end of the room and threw me some trousers and a shirt to put on.
“These will work while we got out into the city. Can't have you dressed like that with all those people around.”
I looked down at my clothes again and tried to figure out what was wrong with them. No one else had ever complained. It was a simple green cloth that tied off at the ends, leaving a strip at my side bare and went about half-way down my thighs. Simple, for easy access. It was the traditional clothing of a Green-Eye, yet everyone here seemed to find something wrong with it.
Nevertheless, I took the clothes and stripped down. I heard Rosa let out a strangled coughing sound and looked up. She was blushing furiously and not looking down. Was it because of my nudity? Everyone was so odd here... no one ever had complained about me being undressed before. In face, people encouraged it. I just shrugged, though, and quickly put on the new clothes.
They were huge on me and I had to roll up both sleeves and pant legs, then hold the pants up. Rosa eyed me critically before sighing and announcing, “I suppose it will do for now. Follow me.” I did so, having to almost jog to keep up with the tall woman's brisk pace. I was surprised to find we'd wound back to the kitchen, where Rosa told a young woman that she was leaving for town for a few hours and that this new woman was in charge of the kitchens for now.
My new master lived out in the country, with a good amount of land, so we had to get one of the stable-boys, who also doubled as a chauffeur because according to Rosa the master didn't see a need to buy a person to just drive him around when he could be making himself useful as well, to hook up a carriage and take us into town.
I'd rarely ever been into an actual town before and was entranced at the narrow buildings that stretched far up, with a different family in every window, almost everyone of them a Brown-Eye. There were kids running in the streets and squealing in excitement when they won whatever game it was they played and women setting pies on the windows to cool and people walking around. But I was most entranced with the children. I couldn't remember ever being so happy. Maybe when I was real little and still going through school with the other Green-Eyes. But, even then, there had been rules and regulations and everyone was always looking down on us or just waiting for an excuse to shake their heads and make a comment that would have hurt my young feelings at the time.
I was jerked from my reverie as the cart suddenly stopped and dropped Rosa and I in front of a building identical to the others, except for a swinging sign in the front with the image a needle and a spool of thread. I kept my eyes firmly glued to the ground as we walked in, doing my best to keep people from seeing my eyes even as I was tempted to look up and watch everything going on around me.
We walked into the empty shop with a Brown-Eyed woman standing at the front.
“Hello Mistress Jackson,” Rosa greeted with a smile.
“Why, hello Rosa,” the Brown-Eye said. “It's been a good while! We've missed you around here!”
Rosa laughed and gave a conspiratorial wink. “I'll bet you have.”
“What can I say?” Mistress Jackson replied with a similar look in her eye, “Your master pays well. So, what can I help you with today?”
“This is Cian,” Rosa said, drawing the Brown-Eye's attention to me. I squirmed uncomfortably at the attention. “He's the master's new Green-Eye and he needs a new set of clothes.”
“Oh,” the woman said, sounding surprised and thrown off for the first time that day. Well, I supposed that was to be expected. My master didn't seem the type to have a Green-Eye and from what I can tell I'm the first he's ever even thought about owning. “Well, let's get your measurements then, Cian. Hold up your arms.”
After that she spent a long time having me shift my position as she wrapped a measuring tape around me. Then, she came back out with a bundle of clothes.
“These should fairly well until I can get him made something to fit.” The woman stood around talking price for awhile, while I did my best to become invisible.
Apparently, I'm smaller than I thought I was because the off-the-rack clothes Mistress Jackson brought back hung off of my body by a lot. I had to fold the pant legs up and they hung lower on my waist than they were supposed to. But, that didn't matter too much because the baggy shirt covered my waistline. I was more covered than I ever remember being, except for when I was really young, sleeping, or out in the cold. The fabric of the long red shirt felt itchy against my arms and I felt as though the pants were rubbing my skin raw, even though logically I knew I wearing clothes of the softest silk.
I crossed my arms across my chest, feeling somehow more exposed with the baggy clothes on, even though they were probably the least flattering thing I'd ever worn. But, I wasn't used to them. I was used to walking around next to naked, having men and women alike gawking, but now I truly was invisible. Unless someone got really close to me, I was no one and despite all the time I'd spent in my life trying to disappear, the reality of it was frightening.
Soon enough, though, Rosa and Mistress Jackson finished talking and Rosa grabbed my hand, leading me back to the manor.
Story title: Green-Eye
Rating: NC-17
Configurations: M/m
Warnings: Explicit sex, non/dub-con, slavery (Not in this chapter though ;P)
Word Count: ~2400 this chapter; 7000 overall (so far)
Summary: In a place where status is decided by eye color, Blue-Eyes are at the top of the social ladder and Green-Eyes at the bottom. Caelum Hale is a cold Blue-Eye devoted completely to work, but, when he buys a young Green-Eye on a whim, he finds himself developing feelings for the young slave in question.
Feedback: Yes please! But be gentle!
Chapter 2
Cian
I awoke before the sun, as per usual, and only laid still for a moment before rolling out of bed. I quickly changed from my sleeping clothes, to my daily clothes, which took very little time, as my daily clothes was simply a piece of dark green cloth that tied around my waist at one side and fell to my knees, along with an undergarment that did little more than hide my manhood.
Master hadn't given me a time to wake him up, and I stood before the door leading out to his room, hesitating a moment. Then, I figured I was more likely to get beaten for making my Master late than waking him too early. I opened the door and, to my surprise, found my Master out of bed, bathed, and dressed, getting ready to leave.
“Good morning, pet,” he greeted, without turning around. “Come, tie my tie for me.”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered, hurrying over to where he was standing. I had to stand on my tip-toes to reach the tie and held the two ends in my hands for a moment, trying to remember exactly how to do this. It was, yet again, something I'd learned in my training, but had seemed to forgotten. My old master never wore neck-ties. I clumsily flipped the halves of tie over and under each other before my master slapped my hands away. He gave me an exasperated, disgusted look and sighed heavily. I winced from the force of the look alone.
“This is how you tie a tie,” he said, doing it swiftly and easily, gracefully interweaving the two ends. “I expect to learn by the end of the week. Understand?”
I started to say that I didn't have anyone to teach me, but realized how futile that was. “Yes, Master.” I stared at the ground, feeling shame fill me up.
“Oh, and tell Rosa to set up a time with the tailor to get you some proper clothes,” he added on, his face taking on a look of disgust at the end of the sentence. What's wrong with my clothes? Does he not like my body? I felt tears start to burn behind my eyes, but refused to let them fall. Damn it all, Cian. You've heard way worse than this! Why are you becoming so soft all of the sudden? I wiped the tears out of my eyes with my hands and sniffed once more, before making myself stop.
I left the rooms shortly after him and tried to remember how to the kitchen or at least the library. I remembered that my master's chambers were up a lot of stairs, so I figured heading down would be the best thing to do. After a good half-hour of wondering, though, I began to lose hope I would ever be able to get where I needed to go on my own. I started walking aimlessly, while trying to hold back tears when I suddenly ran into someone. Literally.
Both the girl and I fell over and she dropped everything she was carrying.
“I am so so sorry!” I said, scrambling to pick up the basket she'd been carrying and all the things inside it. I felt tears fall off my cheeks for the second time that day and angrily swiped them away. “I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to run into you and-”
The girl laughed gently. “It's fine. Really! It's just some clothes! You're not hurt are you?”
“N-no,” I stuttered.
“Well, then, it's all good,” she said with a bright smile. “I haven't seen your around here before. I'm Haven.” She held her hand out for me to shake. I took it shyly.
“Ci-Cian,” I said, raising my eyes shyly to her's. She gasped when she saw my eyes and I winced, preparing myself for the hurtful comments.
“I've never seen a Green-Eye!” she exclaimed, sounding more excited than disgusted. “Look at me again!” I did so, feeling very confused. “They really are quite beautiful.”
“Th-thanks?” I said a bit unsure of myself. I'd never felt any pride about my Eye-Color before, in fact, quite the opposite. I'd always hated them. They were so strange and unnatural looking.
“Your welcome,” the girl said with a bright smile, seeming unaware of my confusion. “Hey, what are doing in this part of the manor anyways?”
“Uh... well, I'm a little lost,” I stutter, feeling ashamed of my directional sense.
“Oh, I did that all the time when I first got here! It's just so huge!” Haven's big hazel eyes managed to get even rounder with that statement, as she gestured grandly (almost dropping her basket in the process.) “Where are you headed?”
“I'm looking for Rosa,” I said. “Do you know her?”
“Everyone knows Rosa,” Haven said with a dramatic roll of her eyes, not in a mean way, though. Just to get her point across. “But, I guess everyone knows everyone. Master Caelum runs a tight house; it's huge, but there's only a few of us here. It's hard work, but no one minds too much. Or, I guess if they do they don't last long,” she said with a slight giggle. “But Rosa should be in the kitchens. Do you want me to show you where?” she was all but bouncing on her toes in excitement. Why, I couldn't say beyond that she just seemed to like being helpful... actually, she seemed to like everything. It was a bit exhausting.
“Yes please,” I whispered.
“Yay!” Haven said, tucking her laundry basket under one arm. “This way!” She then proceeded to grab my hand with one of her's and drag me off behind her and she spoke a million words a minute. I only caught half of what she said.
It didn't take too long to get to the kitchens and Rosa was anything but hard to find. She was loud and big. Not just her body, but her personality. She seemed to fill the room up with her presence alone.
“Well, here ya go!” Haven said. “I gotta finish up laundry duty,” she finished, wrinkling her nose to show just what she thought of that.
I walked up carefully behind Rosa as she gave instructions. Or maybe orders. She reminded my of a picture I'd once seen with a general of a battle standing with his sword held high as a symbol of respect with all his soldiers following his orders. Only, instead of sword she had a wooden spoon. And she made it look just as threatening.
I stood meekly behind and waited for her to finish saying whatever it was she was saying and quietly whispered, “Um, Rosa-”
“Yes?” she asked turning her intense gaze on me.
“Um, well,” I started, averting my eyes from hers. I'd always had trouble with eye contact and her eyes were even more difficult to look at than most people's. “I, uh... well, I mean-”
“Spit it out child!”
“MastersaysIneednewclothes,” I mumbled, pushing all the words together quickly.
“Slowly! I can't hear a damn word you said!” she said in frustration. I felt frustrated tears fill my eyes. I hated this. Talking to people. Asking for things. Then, people got mad or annoyed or had to go out of their way to do something for you and it always made me feel so selfish to have to have someone do something for me. And I was bad at it. I could never just say what needed to be said in the best way. I was either too harsh or too meek.
“Master says I need new clothes,” I repeated, enunciating this time as I wiped away the the water filling my eyes and felt my cheeks turn bright red.
She seemed to notice how upset I was by then and suddenly switched from commander to mother. She smiled gently and said, “Well, that's easy enough to do. Come on, sweetie.” I felt my cheeks redden more at the attention. I didn't want her thinking I was weak...
She sauntered off out of the kitchen and I scrambled after her, not wanting to lose her. We walked through many spartan halls until we reached a room even more bare than the rest. The others were tastefully minimalist, but this was just empty and abandoned. Rosa walked to a closet at the other end of the room and threw me some trousers and a shirt to put on.
“These will work while we got out into the city. Can't have you dressed like that with all those people around.”
I looked down at my clothes again and tried to figure out what was wrong with them. No one else had ever complained. It was a simple green cloth that tied off at the ends, leaving a strip at my side bare and went about half-way down my thighs. Simple, for easy access. It was the traditional clothing of a Green-Eye, yet everyone here seemed to find something wrong with it.
Nevertheless, I took the clothes and stripped down. I heard Rosa let out a strangled coughing sound and looked up. She was blushing furiously and not looking down. Was it because of my nudity? Everyone was so odd here... no one ever had complained about me being undressed before. In face, people encouraged it. I just shrugged, though, and quickly put on the new clothes.
They were huge on me and I had to roll up both sleeves and pant legs, then hold the pants up. Rosa eyed me critically before sighing and announcing, “I suppose it will do for now. Follow me.” I did so, having to almost jog to keep up with the tall woman's brisk pace. I was surprised to find we'd wound back to the kitchen, where Rosa told a young woman that she was leaving for town for a few hours and that this new woman was in charge of the kitchens for now.
My new master lived out in the country, with a good amount of land, so we had to get one of the stable-boys, who also doubled as a chauffeur because according to Rosa the master didn't see a need to buy a person to just drive him around when he could be making himself useful as well, to hook up a carriage and take us into town.
I'd rarely ever been into an actual town before and was entranced at the narrow buildings that stretched far up, with a different family in every window, almost everyone of them a Brown-Eye. There were kids running in the streets and squealing in excitement when they won whatever game it was they played and women setting pies on the windows to cool and people walking around. But I was most entranced with the children. I couldn't remember ever being so happy. Maybe when I was real little and still going through school with the other Green-Eyes. But, even then, there had been rules and regulations and everyone was always looking down on us or just waiting for an excuse to shake their heads and make a comment that would have hurt my young feelings at the time.
I was jerked from my reverie as the cart suddenly stopped and dropped Rosa and I in front of a building identical to the others, except for a swinging sign in the front with the image a needle and a spool of thread. I kept my eyes firmly glued to the ground as we walked in, doing my best to keep people from seeing my eyes even as I was tempted to look up and watch everything going on around me.
We walked into the empty shop with a Brown-Eyed woman standing at the front.
“Hello Mistress Jackson,” Rosa greeted with a smile.
“Why, hello Rosa,” the Brown-Eye said. “It's been a good while! We've missed you around here!”
Rosa laughed and gave a conspiratorial wink. “I'll bet you have.”
“What can I say?” Mistress Jackson replied with a similar look in her eye, “Your master pays well. So, what can I help you with today?”
“This is Cian,” Rosa said, drawing the Brown-Eye's attention to me. I squirmed uncomfortably at the attention. “He's the master's new Green-Eye and he needs a new set of clothes.”
“Oh,” the woman said, sounding surprised and thrown off for the first time that day. Well, I supposed that was to be expected. My master didn't seem the type to have a Green-Eye and from what I can tell I'm the first he's ever even thought about owning. “Well, let's get your measurements then, Cian. Hold up your arms.”
After that she spent a long time having me shift my position as she wrapped a measuring tape around me. Then, she came back out with a bundle of clothes.
“These should fairly well until I can get him made something to fit.” The woman stood around talking price for awhile, while I did my best to become invisible.
Apparently, I'm smaller than I thought I was because the off-the-rack clothes Mistress Jackson brought back hung off of my body by a lot. I had to fold the pant legs up and they hung lower on my waist than they were supposed to. But, that didn't matter too much because the baggy shirt covered my waistline. I was more covered than I ever remember being, except for when I was really young, sleeping, or out in the cold. The fabric of the long red shirt felt itchy against my arms and I felt as though the pants were rubbing my skin raw, even though logically I knew I wearing clothes of the softest silk.
I crossed my arms across my chest, feeling somehow more exposed with the baggy clothes on, even though they were probably the least flattering thing I'd ever worn. But, I wasn't used to them. I was used to walking around next to naked, having men and women alike gawking, but now I truly was invisible. Unless someone got really close to me, I was no one and despite all the time I'd spent in my life trying to disappear, the reality of it was frightening.
Soon enough, though, Rosa and Mistress Jackson finished talking and Rosa grabbed my hand, leading me back to the manor.