Closed How to love your Etheafal

[Gile Askara]

Gile Askara

If a normal night after a normal day for Gile resulted in nightmares, then a day where he'd had someone attempt to kill him acquired a slave and magically over given, resulted in possibly the worst rest he'd gotten in a long while, after only a few hours of deep sleep brought on by blessed exhaustion Gile's mind began to sink into a particularly dark place, his nightmares tended to have repetition to them, the classic line of "Don't be an Askara" echoed in his skull. He'd hated the phrase as a child and he still hated it, the question was, was he becoming as insane as everyone said all Askaras were?

Gile's brow beaded with sweat as his troubling dreams pranced about in his skull, the weight and warmth of Yazata Lying atop him brought him no comfort in the dark place his soul had crawled into, in his mind countless pairs of eyes glared at him from hazey faces. Accusing stares that made him feel like less of a human and more like someone that was worthless someone that only existed because he had the weight of his family to throw around, it was a sickening feeling that brought him no pleasure. Gile was his Own man, and he would bring success to himself no matter what anyone said, but the voices that tended to scream the loudest were the ones that lived within his own mind. He didn't want to be like his father, content to be a cobbler and run a meager business, he wanted the most he could get out of life, to be known and remembered by all the dynasties not just his own.

Gile was permanently tormented by thoughts of his own personal failures, it pained him that he was not good at relating to people or making friends and allies, even with his clients there was a detached sense of distance that he had yet to learn to bridge. He found it hard to trust anyone, but the last time he had tried his kindness had been thrown back at him. Now he had a new person in his life and his mind was panicking, how could he have been so stupid as to have just brought someone into his life, was he ready could he trust this person not to end him in his sleep, Gile's mind raced in his sleep as dark images of himself flickered through his head, he saw himself crying tears of blood screaming at the world. He was a mess and rightly so, the voices in his head liked to inform him that Hypnotism was his only bet at being liked, nobody could like him lest he bent their will. He was just low life scum not even fit to be an heir to his dynasty, So why should he try and be anything else? He should just accept his lot and use his magic to force things to his will. At least that's what the violent whispers liked to tell them, What was left of the Gile before he had come across magic still curled in a defiant ball in the center of his mind not quite willing to disappear, not quite willing to let the whispers control his mind and body, he'd take back control when he awoke, but for now he'd suffer tell he escaped sleep.

[Yazata]

Yazata. Peace, warmth, tranquility. Yazata’s slumber was full of all that and more, when the tired boy finally closed his eyes and drifted away to the land of sleep, after a long and rather exhausting day. All his doubts, fears, and insecurities meant nothing at all, when met with the pleasant comfort of deep, dark and sound sleep. Gile’s passing wish for a good night went unheard by the sleeping youth, who remained unstirred for hours to come. The darkness he floated in was dreamless yet soft, like an all engulfing blanket. For his time of rest, he was at ease with everything, including himself. But like everything that is good in his life, the night of serenity was anything but lasting. Eventually, slight movements pierced through the hazy bubble of silence, and jolted him out out of his delicious state of tranquility. Every image, every happening, every incident of the day before came back to him all at once, when the fallen had finally regained full consciousness. His unclothed body moved slowly, and the first thing he noticed was the lack of any additional sets of arms now. This, was confusing enough if nothing else in his day prior had been a series of unexpected and intense events. The Ethaefal’s body rolled away from the larger one he was contently resting against, and the man’s uneasy movements in sleep caused him to move further away, only to tumble gracelessly onto the ground, and hit the hard floor harshly. While his eyes were wide awake, his dazed mind still struggled to process exactly what was going on. “G--...Gile?” The name was breathlessly and uttered, as the red-haired youth sat up from where he had fallen to warily peek over the bed’s edge. Even under the sparse sunlight shyly coming through the window, he could clearly see the expression of discomfort filling the older man’s face. Was his owner suffering from some kind of painful illness? That was highly unlikely, considering that the man was with utmost health just hours ago. Slowly and belatedly, the realization of what he thought was really going on dawned on him. A nightmare? That, was indeed the most likely explanation. “Gile?” The boy called out again, crawling onto the bed with the impulsive decision to wake his master up. On hands and knees, he approached just like a cat would. Yazata knew better than to forcefully pluck someone out of their slumber but judging by the expression he was seeing, and the restless motions, Gile was not even having a good sleep, clearly. “Wake up, wake up.” The horned youth reached out to cup the sleeping man’s face, gingerly and tenderly, while muttering his words softly. Additionally, his fingers kept lightly patting the other’s cheeks to prompt him out of sleep. If that did not work, he would just toss himself on the larger form to make his owner wake up. “Come on, up~”

[Gile Askara]

Gile Askara

Gile awoke with a start, someone had to be throwing something at him or... on him? Gile lived alone as far as he was aware so something flopping heavily on him early in the morning was cause for concern. As his eyes flew open he was greeted by a pair of concerned looking green orbs attached to a cute face. Frowning Gile looked at the boy but found that he was having a hard time keeping his mood dark when he had a naked figure on top of him.

"I can't say I remembered asking for a wake up call, even if it is quite the pleasant, if surprising one."

Slowly getting up Gile bopped Yazata's forehead softly with an index finger. beofre smiling at him.

"Good morning Yazata, sleep well?"

Sitting up after posing his question Gile deftly pulled himself out of his bed from under the boy, resisting the urge to dive back into his bed for another few moments with his adorable slave. However his current state made him frown, in all the excitement Gile had fallen asleep completely clothed and he was still feeling the exertions of the prior day. His clothes were still soaked with sweat from his nightmarish rest. Peeling his shirt off Gile stared at his reflection in the basin of water he kept in his room. He looked haggard.
Looking back to Yaza he grinned.

"You may want to stay over their I'll be done with myself in a moment."

Stripping down entirely Gile pulled a towel from the small pile of folded towels he kept in his room and soaked it before quickly bathing his body, it wasn't quite as appealing as a real bath but he had the sweat and grime off of himself in a rather rapid order. Keeping his back to Yaza the entire time, the boy might not mind his own nudity terribly so but Gile was fairly certain that the less he looked at Yaza while he was in a similar state of dress the less likely he was to try and do anything rash so early in the morning.

"So Yaza I might as well tell you what exactly i do, and what I'll be teaching you to do. My profession is that of a Masseuse I work on peoples sore muscles and in some cases just massage people for the purpose of pleasure, everything with the body I work with for the most part. from Hygiene to health and health to beauty. I work with it all, From giving baths to pulling the knots out of a injured limb a masseuse's duties are quite large and quite varied. So today I'm going to give you the full treatment, because tomorrow your going to be learning how to do it yourself."

Gile wrapped up his bathing as he spoke and rapidly pulled on a pair of undergarments and trousers. Turning back to Yaza with a bar of soap in one had and a towel in the other Gile tried to convince himself that he was giving Yazata a full treatment for completely clandestine purpose. He'd washed men and women before and massaged both sexes as well. So something like this should be child's play for him, he Just needed to avoid adding any unnecessary thoughts or emotion to what he was doing.

Straightening the bed up after he approached he gestured for Yazata to lay across the the towel.

"Alright Yazata, just lay here and we'll get started, if you have any questions ask them now and I'll answer them but once I start the golden rule is for you not to talk and for you to just relax and and enjoy yourself"

As Gile waited he placed a small jar of oil on his windowsill to heat up in the sunlight, the bathing should take long enough to get the oil nice and warm for the massage.

[Yazata]

Yazata. For the moments following his attempt at waking up his master, Yazata remained in place, eyes staring at the other male’s face both expectantly and worriedly. The boy did not much like the expression that was drawn on Gile’s sleeping face. There was none of the serenity that usually accompanied sleep, there was no relaxation. Instead, droplets of sweat gathered on the man’s slightly tanned temple, which Yazata’s pale hand moved to wipe if Gile’s playful statement. “But, Syna is up. We should be up, too.” The reply came out spontaneously, and almost matter-of-factly. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, and an undeniable law of the universe. The abrupt motion caused the spring-colored eyes to close awkwardly when the other’s fingers made contact with his forehead, his body displaying only the faintest of flinches. There was an expression of puzzled guilt after; he understood that this meant disapproval. In reaction, his lips pursed and pressed together to form a red pout, but that expression was short-lived. An airy giggle chimed like a clear bell in the room before he proceeded to scoot back a little, and answer the master’s question. “I did. I thought that this...all of this, was a dream. But, apparently not.” By now, he had already accepted that this, will be his life from now on. He would have asked Gile if he slept well, too. But judging by what he saw, he refrained from making an inquiry he already knew the answer to. Instead, the youth repositioned himself on the bed that Gile left, and sat huddled with his knees pulled up against his chest, and the bare slender lissom arms wrapped around them. The green gaze followed his owner’s larger form as it moved away, then started to take the shirt off. “Okay, I will wait for you here.” The boy nodded his understanding and rocked in place a little as he continued to watch. He found no shame in the baring of the flesh, and for the lack of anything else to do, he simply kept staring curiously at what Gile was doing. His interest was piqued instantly at the mention of being told and taught what Gile does. The Ethaefal knew very little -or rather, nearly nothing- about his owner’s life, so anything he was told was something he is willing to pay attention to. He was also curious by nature, and simply loved learning new things. This is why, he sat and listened attentively, every little bit of information was stored away in his head for future references. Massage, health, beauty. This sounded like a lovely line of work, and the last bit, in particular got him smiling. Gile’s state of undress changed and soon enough, the now clothed man approached him with a bar of soap, and a towel. The command given was regarded with a silent look that lasted for a moment. There were many questions buzzing in his mind, and wanting to be asked. But the most pressing one was the only one he ended up speaking out loud. “When you were asleep, what did you see?” Something unpleasant was his guess, but exactly what? He had to understand and to know more about the man he is now supposed to serve. Obeying the earlier instructions, he laid down on the warm towel and remained still, waiting to see what follows. If Gile decided to not answer his question, he will not press the matter any further.

[Gile Askara]

Gile Askara

Arching an eyebrow at the boys' choice of question Gile sighed, he could have asked anything about what he was a bout to do, or anything about his line of work and he would have explained happily. As it was the boy was more interested in learning what it was Gile saw when he closed his eyes, for all intents and purposes this was one question he wasn't keen to answer however if the boy was only going to ask this as his question Gile decided he'd answer it. though it was a hard question to answer just because of how one tended to forget their dreams so quickly after they woke up. That said he'd had similar dreams for the past year of his life.

"Hrmm, you are a nosy little thing aren't you Yaza, well if that's really something you care to know about I'll try to elaborate, though I make no promises of my dreams making sense. I have for the most part the same dream every night... Imagine being locked in a world where you are constantly surrounded by staring faces, just countless blank faces with hateful eyes all staring at you judging you, telling you that no matter what you do in life you will never succeed. It's like drowning in sea of hatred. But then again... the are only dreams so it's not something you should worry about too much alright."

Letting the trail of conversation Gile stared in admiration at the form laying before him and tried to drink in the sight, for the purpose of trying to understand the anatomy he was about to start working on, Yazata was not particularly muscular, nor did he have much fat on his body, he was thin but not terribly unhealthy. His legs and rump showed signs that he had some sort of experience in something aerobic as they were more toned than his upper body. That said the boy did have places where his muscles had already begun to not from yesterdays excitement, the hand that had been tattooed for example, that entire arm looked tight in comparison to the other, so he did have places that he would definitely need to get too once the massage began.

As lovely as the boy's figure was however Gile was content to actually do his job, this was not the first attractive body he'd ever massaged and it was not likely to be the last. So even if this body belonged to him he would not do anything out of the ordinary and try to pass it off as a normal massage, he didn't want to give the boy any wrong ideas about what he did. So starting with the boys feet Gile lathered his hands with the soap and began to lather the boys feet with firm circular motions. Circular motion were better with everything when it came to rubbing a body, long strokes would stretch muscles more than they wanted to be stretched or in some cases even stretch skin, bu slow circular motions almost never caused such issues. Slowly wiggling his fingers between Yazata's toes he bean the process of undoing what a day of walking around Kenash barefoot would do to a person, the suds rapidly blackened as he washed yazata's feet, enough that he actually had to rinse the towel and his hands twice before he was ahppy that the feet he was looking at were certifiably clean. Moving up to Yazata's calves he again moved the soaped up towel around in gentle circular motion as he washed the etheafals flawless skin.

"Well suppose I haven't really started the massage yet since this is just getting you cleaned up, so if you want to talk a litttle more it's fine."

Wanting to get the boy talking again out of a desire to hear his voice and to distract him as he got closer to the top of his legs he tried to bait the boy into more conversation.

[Yazata]

Yazata. Yazata displayed no change in expression when he was called nosy; the concerned Ethaefal was far more worried about what he was hearing. The same dream every night? And by the looks of it, this dream was not a very pleasant one. This, he quickly realized, meant that Gile did not really get to truly ‘rest’ when he slept. The description that was spoken after further solidified the boy’s assumption. The slight frown that took over his face only deepened, when Gile dismissed the rather disturbing imagery as just dreams. “But they are dreams that keep you uncomfortable.” He stated, getting comfortable on the towel as asked. The boy who was lying prone rested his head on his crossed arms, and could only glance at the looming form of his master from the corner of his eye. Rich red strands spilled on the sheets and the nearly pearlescent complexion carried a few very minor bruises that the boy was not aware of. Thankfully, the pain he felt in his marked hand had subsided entirely, but the faint reddish tint around the tattoo remained. There was a moment of silence when Gile’s talking ceased, and the man merely stood there watching him. Yazata’s hand moved to lightly touch his horns, then flick them. In a way, the boy was still exploring his own body just as much as the other male was. The moment he felt the firm touch going in circles on his feet, and the fingers squeezing his toes, the fallen could not help but let a soft giggle escape his lips. He was not ticklish in the slightest, but the sensation still felt quite funny. Aside from that, it was definitely a very nice feeling as well to no longer be covered in dust and grime. He had been tired, so tired, after the previous day’s mishaps, that the layer of dirt he had accumulated was entirely forgotten. Little toes wiggled a little in Gile’s hand, before stilling when they were released. His owner’s grip was steady and comforting, and not painful despite how solid it was. He felt the parts of him relax under it, considerably. Being given the permission to talk, Yazata gladly took the chance without hesitation. Aside from him wanting to keep conversing with the man, he also wanted to keep learning more -as much as possible- about Gile. “Tell me about you, please. Do you have a family? Where do you work? Can I work there, too? I--” Another spontaneous giggle sounded in the room as his calves were touched, before he went on. “I like this, it feels nice. And I want to learn, and help. If I am going to live here, if this is now my hope, I want to.” He only had the future to look forward to now, and Gile was -quite literally- the only family he has now. Furthermore, the man owned him. What good would Yazata be, if he remained ignorant and useless?

[Gile Askara]

Gile Askara

Yazata's comment on his nightmares made him frown, of course his nightmares brought him discomfort, that was their purpose after all, Gile couldn't remember the last time he'd had a pleasant dream, but the discomfort they brought him was something he'd grown used to in all the time he'd been experiencing them. Though perhaps such a discussion could wait tell a later time, the purpose of a massage was to relax the other party, so he'd not delve too deep into the topic of what it was that made him miserable, suffice it to say that yes he had night,ares and no, he didn't enjoy them.

"Being uncomfortable just cause a couple dreams isn't so bad, it's something i'm used too at this point in my life."

as he talked he moved to yazata's thighs kneading the flesh gently with his soap lathered hands, the boys smooth skin was quite nice to feel to the touch it wasn't quite like skin that had seen much of the world, whole nearly unblemished flesh that had not been burned by sun or scarred by experience. going up amd between Yazata's thighs Gile felt for signs of musculature, the body of an etheafal as quite unique in that it was apparently born with some mild muscle tone so the boy's lithe body wasn't completely week even though it was new to existing? To be fair he didn't know much of where he had come from, perhaps they made use of muscles in the heavens as well. Working his way back to the oustide of his thighs Gile continued to inspect the appendages, their was a healthy amount of fat attached to the sinew and muscles as he approached Yazata's bum. So if his cursory wash was anything to go by he boy was not in peak physical condition, but he was healthy, he had good ratios, like those you might see among the aristocratic, those that did not work with their bodies much. Their was what felt like some underlying stretch to the muscles when Gile gave them a firm but gentle squeeze that hinted at flexibility within the limbs, he'd know more when he got set really giving a massage. Ignoring the boys glutes for the moments Gile rinsed his towel and began wiping clean the lather from the boys thighs appreciating the gentle radiance that clean flesh exuded.

"In answer to your questions, I'll tell you again that you need to let your mind catch up to your mouth, so many questions at a time'll give me a headache, you are relaxing for now, so feel free to show it. Anyways, about myself... well I do have family, quite a large family with a lot of property, the Askara's are one of the oldest original dynasties, so we have had plenty time to grow. as for what I do, well what I'm doing now, this is my job, I work on the body, and I have a small shop in town I'll show you later. Also I'm glad you are feeling good, this is only a bath though I've yet to get my tools out, I'll begin a massage on you shortly, which is what I'll be teaching you how to do.'

with that Gile let his again lathered hands wander up to Yazata's Glutes. No matter what one's opinions were about how sacred their posteriors might be, to Gile it was another piece of the body, even if it was one of the nicer parts to observe on others. But beyond that, the muscles it contained are oft contained due to the client or the masseuse in question being squeamish, Gile was not. Returning from strokes to small circles Gile tried to make quick, and iffeceint work of the area while being thorough, He'd be lying if he were to say that he did not enjoy this part of his practice, the layer of muscle and fat that made up one's bottom held all sorts of secrets. The muscles within held one's back together and powered the legs below, inherently connected to the hips and such at the center of the body having such an area massaged increased blood flow to the entire lower body. But not letting himself tarry too long Gile brought the towel to bare again and made quick work of the suds that had built up in a few short, if slightly invasive strokes.

Now, onto the back.

[Yazata]

Yazata. Yazata exhaled a huffy breath when Gile just dismissed the matter of his discomfort so easily, but said no more in regards to the subject. While the Ethaefal was -oftentimes- quite easygoing, he was no fool. This was clearly something his owner is not willing to tread further into, the least he can do is respect that and abide by the man’s desire. Keeping quiet and enjoying the treatment he was being given sounded like a much better option, and so he did just that. Although, full relaxation was rather impossible to achieve, while his body had been stroked, squeezed, and prodded. It was nothing painful, nothing he disliked or minded, but there was still the wariness of not exactly knowing what was going on, and the bashfulness that came with being touched where no one else had laid a hand on him before. Gile was the first to find him, the first to speak to him, and now, the first to see his openly exposed body in full. Despite the kneading and squeezing, the boy’s form remained as still as he could keep it. Whatever the man was doing, he did not want to interrupt or ruin it. Only an appreciative hum came out of his lips, when he felt the breeze against now washed and slightly damp skin. It felt rather good to no longer be covered in yesterday’s remnants. “I am sorry…” The soft murmur came in apology for causing Gile a headache with his questions, and the boy was not sure what exactly he was supposed to do but try and let his body loosen up more. Every little bit of information given was promptly stored away in his active mind, either for later use or reference. More answers meant more questions popping inside his head, but none of which he dared to speak now. He wondered why Gile lived alone if he has a large family, among other things. Although, being told that he is going to be taught this skill, drew a wider smile on his face. Oh, how he loves learning new things and with how nice it felt to be washed and tended to like this, he wanted to -someday- return the favor. “Tell me what you are doing, so I can know?” He half asked, half requested. Having commentary spoken to him about the process while Gile worked would further help him understand how this is done, why it was done how it is done, and exactly what he should be attentive of. While neither really shy, nor prudish, the Ethaefal’s cheeks were dusted with a red hue, just before he buried his face into the bed’s mattress to muffle a little whimper that almost escaped him. Deep red locks spilled on the towel and framed the hidden flushing face. This felt odd. Not in a bad way, but still odd. There was only the smallest shift in position, when he muscles tensed up under the touch, before relaxing again. But still, there was no protest, nor did the youth think that he wanted to object to being cleaned up, even if it made him feel strange and slightly warmer in the face. Gile was graciously doing this for him, and it would be ungrateful of him to reject the man’s kindness.

[Gile Askara]

Gile Askara

Moving onward Gile took a moment to appreciate the boys back, smooth skin and a healthy curvature of his spine spoke of good posture and health. No the more he looked at Yazata the more convinced he was that he had found a perfect specimen to practice massage techniques, or more specifically what a healthy body should look like. Most people experienced wear and tear in life but Yazata had managed to come into the world fully formed and near flawless. Running the towel up and down Yazata's back until he was stisfied he moved onto his shoulders and arms.

"Nothing to be sorry about Yaza, Oh if you don't mind me calling you that. But no i'm not usually keen on talking about myself, not to many people have taken the time to ask, considering most people aren't to interested in dynasts like me, unless they want something that is. But no I don't really mind your questions so much, I'm just not so great at answering... Anyways, what I'm doing now is pretty simply just making sure you're all nice and clean, not that you've had much time to get filthy, but dead skin and sweat build up and can cause all sorts of unpleasantness, I mean just for starters smell, but eyond that woulds and such can get infected if not cleaned propery, skin can become corrupetd if oils build up, no, their are myriad health problems that can crop up from going too long unwashed."

Finished with his inspection of yazata's back and arms and shoulders he reminded himself to ask yazata to display how flexible he was to him, thoguh that could wait tell later. Tapping Yazata twice on the shoulder he nudged him to roll over.

"I am curious, the tonage of your muscles and such doesn't lead me to think you have got much muscle for fighiting, though I'm beginning to beleive that you've got good potential for performance, I'd love to see the milits of your flexibility some time, you've got potential to put some of the askaran dancers to shame I think. Oh and roll over, we're almost done here and the oil shouldbe warm enough by now that I can explain some basic massage theory to you."

Letting Yazata roll over and get himself situated Gile inspected the oil on the ledge, the sun had gotten it a little warmer than room temperature so it should be fine. Opening his other window Gile looked out from his second floor and tried to catch a breez to clear his head. He wasn't keen on talking and he was even less sure of how to take people taking a genuine interest in his life, he wasn't sure if he was cut out to have another person in close proximity at all times. Shaking his head Gile pushed his paranoia down and chuckled inwardly. Paranoia and lust don't mix well it seemed. Though he was probably just over thinking it.

"Alright Yaza, any other questions for me?"

[Yazata]

Yazata. Yazata’s toes continued to playfully wiggle every now and then, with the lack of anything else he can do while staying prone like this. The cogs of his mind spun ever so restlessly, fueling more thoughts than he could possibly speak out. One particular image, that of himself the night before, was brought to the forefront of his head. That had been strange, very strange. But at the same, oh so familiar. He did not feel at all any differently while in the six-armed body. Quite the opposite, it had been like slipping into a pair of ancient, yet very comfortable shoes. Or sandals. Yes, definitely sandals, he told himself. He liked those more. “I do not mind at all.” From where his head rested on his arms, the red-haired youth smiled and chirped his agreement of the name used. If it is what Gile found easy to use, then he had nothing to protest. Following sentences caused the smile he wore to gradually fade away, and be replaced by a slight frown. Not only did he find the notion of conditional interest to be odd, but it was near impossible for the Ethaefal to not feel that this is a very sad way to live. “I ask you because I want to know, because…” The pause lasted for a few ticks in which he attempted to word his thoughts as clearly as possible. “Just because I want to know. Gile is the only one I have.” In a world that was entirely foreign, and not the least bit friendly if the previous day’s happenings were any indication, this man was the closest thing the boy had for a family. He was bound to Gile by more than just his appreciation and gratitude for the man’s help, but also by the forced mark his left hand now bore. And speaking of hands… “Is your hand going to be alright?” The concerned question was uttered before his made a face at the idea of dead skin and grime clinging to his body. He wanted his skin clean and his body as maintained as possible. It would not do at all for him to appear an unkempt mess in front of anyone, least of all his owner. A cool hand was placed on his shoulder and in compliance with the motion and command, he slowly shuffled to turn around, with movements that were still slightly awkward and hesitant. “Performance?” The word caused his eyes to twinkle with something that was born inwardly, and he had no name of. Why did the suggestion cause him so much glee, he had no idea. Perhaps it is the underlying compliment to his potential, or it might have been that he -for some reason- really, really liked the idea of dancing. While his master was lingering elsewhere, near the window, the slave closed his knees and rubbed his arms with his hands. He disliked being naked, not for any excess of modesty, but because he was finding out that he was easily chilled. The faintest of shivers took over his bare and now moist figure. Whatever that oil is, if it is warm, he was going to gladly welcome having it on his body. “No. I want to listen to you now.” Gile did say that he will be explaining the basics of the process of massage and that in turn meant Yazata wanted to be more attentive to what the master was doing and saying. Any more questions about the man himself, can and should probably wait until a later time.