Ah-hah. Well, then you must find coping mechanisms. Ways to give yourself control, even though you will find yourself in circumstances where you may lack it. I myself, like to twist their games against them. Hurt some part of their organization while under their spell -- and they think twice of doing it again.
My brother would probably be amazed that you took such a limited amount of time and accomplished so much with it. When you have a longer life span, those things become less impressive. The same way that earning a degree in a year is more impressive than earning it in ten.
Yes, I can see how that would equate. I earned degrees in that amount of time, after all. Although I cannot believe it took you ten years to accomplish anything.
[ Hiling's kind don't get sick so that can't be what's going on. All she knows is that she doesn't feel right. And she doesn't feel much like seeking out her dominant for comfort, even now that she can go back to his place in the Up. To be rejected now would be too much for her. But she didn't give any thought as to where she would go. She grows cold and weak as she wanders and nearly collapses when she finally reaches the nearest person she can find. ]
[Hannibal himself had made his way to the Down to bring food, supplies, and offer medical assistance where he can. After all, he knows only too well it feels to be lost in the frozen wastes of winter, with no one to help. No one to depend on, but yourself.
He would not wish that fate on ... well, he would incite it on his worst enemy without battling an eyelash. Still, many others didn't deserve it.
Certainly not the young woman that collapses at his feet as he is walking. Reflexes take over and he shifts so he can catch her before she does herself an injury.]
[ It's somewhat disorienting to find herself in his arms rather than slumped on the hard pavement like she was expecting. There's the promise of relief that she's been looking for. She looks up at him, blinking slowly. It takes her a moment to respond as she stabilizes herself. As much as she doesn't like to admit weakness, she doesn't want him to go. She doesn't want to be alone again. ]
[He looks down into her eyes, gaze discerning and dissecting what might be ailing her. He straightens her, as best he can, to a standing position as he puts the back of his hand against her forehead.
Her face triggers memories, and he shifts through them.]
You appear to have a fever. [He looks to her throat.] Does your Dominant know that you are out in this weather, feeling this poorly?
What would he care? He doesn't want me. You heard him on the network didn't you?
[ She's still assuming everyone ever knows about it. As much as she pretends not to care about other people's opinions she takes things personally. But then someone comes along and expresses concern for her and it's all better. This is more like what she wants. This attention that being sick gets her. ]
I am afraid I did not - however ... [Yes, the face and the voice slid into place, as he plucks the picture from his Memory Palace.]
You are Hiling, are you not? Alfred's new Submissive. [Which meant that Alfred did not know, else she would not be out here.]
I know him intimately - and while he might not be attracted to you sexually - you cannot tell me he does not care about your well-being. Now, where are you going? We must see that you get there safely, and then have proper care.
I was lonely. Just wanted some company. You won't leave me?
[ Her grip tightens. It's stronger than what her appearance might suggest. She huddles against him for warmth like he's her only hope for survival. She nods at his questions. Even if her contract hasn't been ideal she still acknowledges she is bound by it. ]
[He took the Hippocratic oath, after all. Not that he found it to be anything more than public guidelines, but still. He gave her a piercing once over.]
[ She shakes her head. If she has the option to be carried of course she is going to take it. That means being closer to him. Walking feels like such a monumental effort for her after all. She needs to be cared for. He's right. ]
Very well. Put your arms around my neck, and I shall carry you back to yours and Alfred's home. [It's a simple enough task. She may be an android but Hannibal lifts men close to three hundred pounds to make the proper art displays.
The bride carry is best in this situation - he truly does not want any one to think he is carrying off this submissive like some sort of neanderthal.]
[ Holding onto him is enough to keep the chill at bay. With her and around him she rest her head on his chest. He'll find her body more lightweight and portable than her heavier metal kin. She whines a little when he tells her he's taking her back. She would rather stay with him. ]
Hmmm, this seems to be a very fast acting virus. I know a few people who have caught it, and all have shown the exact same symptoms.
[He was not even going to question how an android got a human disease. Clearly, it was meant to cross all borders.
One eyebrow lifted at the whine.] Never fear - I will stay with you while we get you properly settled and cared for. I must speak with Alfred, anyways.
What do you need to talk with him for? Why can't it just be you and me?
[ She had no concern about any virus or how she got it. Only that he was there. It was a relief that he would take care of her. That's what she wanted. ]
For one thing, he is your Dominant. It is beyond rude to take advantage of the Dominant/Submissive relationship. Beyond that, Alfred is Mi Amanti.. I will not lie to him, or betray him in any way.
[Hannibal stated stoically, as he continued to carry her.]
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