Some of them were the first category. Others were in the second. But the true shining lights were the ones who fit into both at the same time. Get rid of some of them, I'd probably get a medal and a promotion.
[she spent too much of her life surrounded by self-serving bottom feeders, eager little toadies, and the tragically pompous to avoid becoming more than a little bit jaded. and during her last six times at Orientation, she spent the hours fantasizing about the myriad ways she could kick their asses]
Well, I know I would personally applaud if you rid the world of such people. Honestly, there is nothing worse than a coarse person with no manners. They so often bring down the entire room around them to a level that is usually rich with low thoughts and beliefs.
[Hannibal clicked his tongue, shaking his head slightly. If it had been him - they would have all ended up in the rolodex already.]
[she laughs ruefully] Oh, don't I wish! But it's kind of hard to do that from here. However, we still had to deal with them when I was in the Legion, a lot of them had members from their worlds. Honestly, it was like they were being stupid and useless on purpose.
And most of them came from other old money prominent families from other worlds. But money can't buy class.
Naturally. The first job of any therapist is to make their patient feel as if they were entering a completely safe space. Where nothing can harm them, not even their own past.
[Hannibal was extremely fond of his own home - he had after all designed every inch of it and decorated it to his precise tastes. Outside of his Submissives rooms, though, that was their pleasure and not his. However, of all his other lover's houses, he enjoyed Huaisang's the most. The man had such elegant style mixed with a sense of playfulness he truly enjoyed.
Of course, a person's home was supposedly a reflection of their personality, a deeper look into their person. So while they were resting between rather delightful rounds, enjoying Huaisang's hot tub, Hannibal looked around thoughtfully. He took a sip of wine, and asked.]
Does your home back in your world look anything like this?
Huaisang giggled at the question because it was so absurd to compare his home here to the Nie Sect complex at Qinghe. "No, not at all. Despite how I named it, really. Did I ever tell you the poem?"
Nestling comfortably into Hannibal's arms, Huaisang recited the poem Homesickness, for which he named his home. He repeate the recitation with a translation, which was a little more rough and stumbling as he did it on the fly. "So I named it Tiānyá 天涯 - The Edge of the Sky."
"You did not, and I demand that you do right now." Hannibal smiled as he pressed a kiss to Huaisang's ear. Then he settled against the side of the tub, listening intently to Huaisang's poem.
"That is a beautiful name, and very fitting." He looked around again. "You could hardly tell at least three other people live here with you. Or at least three people who are here consistently."
"Here consistently," Huaisang agrees, since living with him is stretching the matter a bit much. "Xichen has a room here technically, since I haven't yet given it away, but really he and A-Yao live in the house in the Down where I keep them. It's just myself and Jiang Cheng who live here." Huaisang looks a little sad for a moment, nestling his head against Hannibal's shoulder and pressing closer.
"Ah, pretty one." Hannibal kissed the top of Huaisang's head, before quoting Keats, "O solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,— Nature’s observatory—whence the dell, Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep ’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell."
He smiled, gently tipping up Huaisang's chin so he could kiss the younger man. "Or in other words ... perhaps you and Jiang Cheng should not be in this house alone, but out and about. Enjoying the fresh air, so to speak."
[she looks even more pale than usual and somewhat hesitant, wearing one of her usual little black dresses with a black velvet ribbon tied in a bow around her neck.
her eyes are somewhat red, as though she'd cried recently]
I've lost my dominant, my boyfriend from home. And I wanted to ask you something. I was wondering if you had any room for another submissive.
All I ask is that I'm allowed to keep my apartment and be with whomever I please. Other than that, I'm open to any terms you choose to set.
Ah, my dear, I am so very sorry ... that is terrible.
[His expression is schooled into fatherly concern, which he allows to shift to surprise. Although he rather assumed that was the reason for the call. She wouldn't contact him to speak about this professionally.]
Well of course. I shall be pleased to take on your contract. When you find a more suitable match for your tastes, the contract will be over in three months. [A pause, thoughtful.] Honestly, since this is an arrangement for convenience and not sexual, all I ask is for you ... not to get caught.
Huaisang doesn't recognize the poet, and the language itself suddenly becomes strange and harder for him to understand, but he's able to get most of the sense of it.
"That's very pretty," Huaisang says, with a breathy little laugh. "But I have always preferred cozy beds and heated baths over the outdoors. Jiang Cheng and some of my other friends have plenty of experience in the rough outdoors. I prefer a pristine garden."
[she's trying to stay strong, but it's hard. she misses Jo like she'd miss a limb] Yes. And--and the worst part is, I know we were on shaky ground because of. Of everything that's expected of us here.
[she trusts him, trusts his judgement. and she's gotten to know Marlo who is wonderful. and she cares for him very much. and she looks urgent wide-eyed]
Oh, thank you, thank you so much. But...may I ask? What if I never do? Hunk is a submissive, so are Rip and Tomoe. [a self-deprecating laugh] I'm not really to the tastes of most people here. But, I won't get caught. I'm good at that.
"Mmm, you are not the only one. You have created yourself an elegant nest here, though." He looks around again, admiring the elegance and sleek style, before he turned towards Huaisang again. "So Jiang Cheng is your Submissive and your friend. You are fortunate indeed. Is he a good friend?"
Yes ... I find myself in the same situation with Will. I sympathize completely. [Hannibal replied quietly, folding his hands in front of him as he searches her expression.]
If you never do, of course I will keep you on as Submissive, my dear. [A crack of a wry smile.] Hiling takes up quite a lot of my attention - so having another independent woman on hand will be a delight and a relief. Oh, I do have collars especially made for my Submissives. Will that be acceptable?
Thank you. Oh, thank you so much. I can't even--thank you. [she looks heartbroken and like she's had the rug pulled out from under her. and it might as well have been, Jo was in her bed when she went to sleep and gone entirely when she woke]
I would like that very much, Sir. [she attempts a smile back. it's up for debate how effective it is] And I'll do my best to make you proud. I have the Center for the Performing Arts that I'm trying to get off of the ground--although this place insists on calling it the G-String. And it is, but...may I ask that a black velvet ribbon be incorporated in some way?
"Mhm," Huaisang agrees, snuggling. Hannibal is so subtle as he draws information that Huaisang doesn't even notice it's happening, and none of the topics he's touching on are anything Huaisang feels need to be guarded. "He is. He's extremely loyal to his friends and a very devoted lover. I've been very lucky in my friends and lovers in this place." Wiggling slightly, Huaisang turns his head to kiss Hannibal's cheek, including him in the friend and lover category which Huaisang considers himself fortunate to have.
It is all right, Tinya. I know you would do the same for me if I was in the same kind of situation. [He soothed her, holding up one hand.]
Oh? I would be interested in hearing more about that. I am thinking of re-opening the local art gallery, so perhaps we could combine those together. Bringing culture here - our culture - would be essential.
I would, I absolutely would. You're very important to me and I trust you completely. [she smiles warmly at him]
Well, I've already spoken to Marlo about performing. And Rip is interested in bringing in the opera. Personally, I'm good for both acting and ballet. Alfred has already said he'd like to play King Lear opposite my Cordelia. And I'd love to work in concert with you and the art gallery. Culture is absolutely necessary for a healthy society.
"So sweet, my pretty one." Hannibal murmurs against the delicate shell of Huaisang's ear, giving it a soft kiss of his own. He takes another sip of the wine, and carefully delves further into the conversation.
"Now ... I believe you were telling me before, you were - are - a Sect Leader. Jiang Cheng is also a Sect Leader. Yet you were only lovers here. I would have thought you would have sought out connections of that variety back home. If only to deepen the bond between the two of you."
I am so glad to hear that, my dear. [Hannibal's smile widens, just so.]
I could not agree more - ah! Opera. Of course Rip thought of that. She has such taste for such things. Once we sign the contract, you can feel free to ask me for funds whenever you need, my dear.
So...we're good? I keep my apartment and you design my collar? [she looks sweetly hopeful]
She does, she's amazing. She's one of my oldest friends here and I know I can count on her for anything. [and a playful wink] I might just have to take you up on that. Any plays or ballets or operas you have a particular fondness for?
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