- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- It varies. I can't promise much consistency due to my chaotic life.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Horror, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Superpowers, Drama. Also, romance is required with me because I will get bored without it.
"Do you ever go out in less than three layers?" "Nope," Nicoli answered bluntly. She wasn't the first person to think it crazy that he was always seen in this attire. There were more casual styles of clothing in his closet, but they were neglected. He didn't feel like himself if he didn't dress up like this. It's how he had to look since he was a kid.
She had a lot to say, as usual. At least she put forth the effort to speak at a pace he could understand better. She was desperate for a safe place to stay. If his face wasn't used to being so neutral, he would be giving her a look right now. When he thought it over though, it made sense that she would take it this far. People didn't make the basic needs of survival easy to achieve, out of spite for this woman. How cruel human beings could be.
Even if Sasha claimed to be the most amazing chef with superb cleaning skills, he wouldn't allow her to do any of that. Nicoli cleaned his own house, only he knew where everything belonged. She seemed to want to be able to give something in exchange, though. He could see how that would be important to someone. Giving up her body, though? That wasn't something he could accept from her. That just might make her life more miserable, something he would prefer to avoid...
"You can stay." That wasn't given too much pondering. He was already going to let her be here for as long as necessary. The police probably didn't find much in the way of evidence. Sasha would be reported as missing, and they'd do some searching, but for how long? She had her concerned brother, so maybe the search would keep going. Otherwise, she wasn't important enough for the investigators to keep trying, sad as it was to think. "When you see the cops, you should just tell them what happened. Some crooks showed up at your door, beat you up, and took you away. Instead of talking about how you witnessed my meeting with Rodrigo, just say you managed to get away. Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think they'll delve too deep into the details of this. Even if you told them what those thugs looked like, they'd search until they realized they're not even in this country anymore."
Nicoli didn't know if that would he helpful to her or not. That's just what he'd do in her situation. "If they make the connection to me, I'll handle it. The police know me, they know some of the things I've done. But they also know I can't be caged. I won't let you get caged either, if for some reason it comes to that. Some of the staff there owe me favors too, so." He shrugged. Obviously he was more in control than one would guess.
Now was the issue of her...'offer'. His right hand went to scratch at the back of his head as images and words raced through his head. The hand slapped against his leg when he finished his thought. "I can't use you like that, Sasha," Nic decided to say, giving his head a slow shake. He might agree to that offer if she were someone else, someone who didn't mean much to him. It was bothering him that he had a growing fondness for this lady. "You do tempt me, of course. I would say 'Sasha, go to my bed and wait for me'..." he continued on, the deepening bass of his voice giving way to his dominant nature. There was a twinkle of mischief that lit up his frigid stare, too. "...so I could relieve you with my tongue until your worries melted away." A low chuckle rumbled in his chest; he could be a tease at times himself. "But, I've no desire to make you do anything. I want you to do what you want, so as long as you clean up after yourself and don't contact anybody for a while. I want to help you simply because I like you. If that's not reason enough, well, no one's going to force you to stay here." Nicoli really did think she was a nice girl. He did enjoy her company at her her work, it was just impossible to tell. He saw no reason for him to take anything from her.
She had a lot to say, as usual. At least she put forth the effort to speak at a pace he could understand better. She was desperate for a safe place to stay. If his face wasn't used to being so neutral, he would be giving her a look right now. When he thought it over though, it made sense that she would take it this far. People didn't make the basic needs of survival easy to achieve, out of spite for this woman. How cruel human beings could be.
Even if Sasha claimed to be the most amazing chef with superb cleaning skills, he wouldn't allow her to do any of that. Nicoli cleaned his own house, only he knew where everything belonged. She seemed to want to be able to give something in exchange, though. He could see how that would be important to someone. Giving up her body, though? That wasn't something he could accept from her. That just might make her life more miserable, something he would prefer to avoid...
"You can stay." That wasn't given too much pondering. He was already going to let her be here for as long as necessary. The police probably didn't find much in the way of evidence. Sasha would be reported as missing, and they'd do some searching, but for how long? She had her concerned brother, so maybe the search would keep going. Otherwise, she wasn't important enough for the investigators to keep trying, sad as it was to think. "When you see the cops, you should just tell them what happened. Some crooks showed up at your door, beat you up, and took you away. Instead of talking about how you witnessed my meeting with Rodrigo, just say you managed to get away. Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think they'll delve too deep into the details of this. Even if you told them what those thugs looked like, they'd search until they realized they're not even in this country anymore."
Nicoli didn't know if that would he helpful to her or not. That's just what he'd do in her situation. "If they make the connection to me, I'll handle it. The police know me, they know some of the things I've done. But they also know I can't be caged. I won't let you get caged either, if for some reason it comes to that. Some of the staff there owe me favors too, so." He shrugged. Obviously he was more in control than one would guess.
Now was the issue of her...'offer'. His right hand went to scratch at the back of his head as images and words raced through his head. The hand slapped against his leg when he finished his thought. "I can't use you like that, Sasha," Nic decided to say, giving his head a slow shake. He might agree to that offer if she were someone else, someone who didn't mean much to him. It was bothering him that he had a growing fondness for this lady. "You do tempt me, of course. I would say 'Sasha, go to my bed and wait for me'..." he continued on, the deepening bass of his voice giving way to his dominant nature. There was a twinkle of mischief that lit up his frigid stare, too. "...so I could relieve you with my tongue until your worries melted away." A low chuckle rumbled in his chest; he could be a tease at times himself. "But, I've no desire to make you do anything. I want you to do what you want, so as long as you clean up after yourself and don't contact anybody for a while. I want to help you simply because I like you. If that's not reason enough, well, no one's going to force you to stay here." Nicoli really did think she was a nice girl. He did enjoy her company at her her work, it was just impossible to tell. He saw no reason for him to take anything from her.