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Post by starrea on Jan 17, 2020 17:59:11 GMT
The tension in the air evaporated with Roman’s confession and when Caspian relaxed, Roman did so as well. He leaned back against the door, his posture much less tense than it had been moments ago.
A select few people did know about Roman’s abilities, but he had never been able to talk about them with someone. Not that he wanted to, because he wasn’t exactly the type of guy to sit down and share his feelings. But now he could see the appeal, because it was oddly comforting to have someone who seemed to understand - not to mention the added security that Caspian couldn’t leave and spread his secrets was nice.
Messing with other’s minds was tricky, and to do so without being noticed had taken a fair bit of practice. Human’s minds were complex and therefore getting people to do what he wished was often fairly complex. But he had never failed, not until Caspian.
Roman had never experienced many emotions and rarely to the degree that other people did, but right now he felt strangely connected to Caspian. He had never felt a connection before and now that he had one, no matter how one-sided and unjust it was, it made him want to lock Caspian up and throw away the key. A part of him knew that wasn’t right, but a larger part of him didn’t care.
He continued to watch Caspian with a newfound softness. “You’re the only person who has been able to resist me.” He confessed again, the weak connection he felt with Caspian making him loose and brave with his words.
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Post by Val on Jan 20, 2020 17:37:26 GMT
Caspian studied Roman carefully, as though seeing him in an entirely new light. He could sense the vulnerability emanating from the man like the floodgates of emotion were suddenly opened for the first time. Despite the circumstances of being held against his will, he could not bring himself to fear Roman.
He stepped forward slowly, his heart rate picking up with anticipation of the unknown, "Does that scare you?" he wondered, imagining what it must feel like to have such influence over people. Even his connection with animals wasn't so one-sided and manipulative. Rather, he understood the creatures, bonded with them, and built unbreakable trust. He knew he was capable of more sinister methods, but he'd never felt inclined to take advantage of his power.
"Is that why you've locked me up? You can't control me," he surmised, wondering just how deep Roman's need for control truly ran.
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Post by starrea on Jan 20, 2020 18:16:22 GMT
When Caspian took a step forward, Roman unconsciously took a step back. The way he caused such an unpredictable reaction in Roman made the space between them necessary, if only for the sake of Roman’s sanity. He had never been so out of element, so vulnerable, and his discomfort was evident. His skin was flushed and hot and his breathing shallow. The longer he stayed near Caspian, the harder it became to breathe.
Roman couldn’t lie, not to himself and therefore not to Caspian. He had tried to reason that Caspian had been a danger to the kingdom but once the words were out there, there was no denying them. He gave a curt nod, watching the man with wary eyes.
Caspian wasn’t afraid and Roman saw that. He briefly considered obtaining his fear in more conventional methods but he realized he probably wouldn’t be able to go through with it. Even though he was the man with the key to the door, Caspian had power over him. To what extent, he didn’t know, but it was there. And for the first time, he didn’t want to hurt his prisoner - not anymore than he already had.
Everything was too much. Everything was too out of control, too new, too different. He felt lightheaded and the room started to spin and he had to lean against the door to stay upright. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on slowing his breathing.
“I don’t know what to do with you.” He finally admitted after he opened his eyes, locking gazes with Caspian.
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Post by Val on Jan 22, 2020 22:01:39 GMT
Caspian observed the way that Roman felt apart under the simple admission. Their roles had so quickly become reversed, but Caspian never sought to have power over the man. Part of him wondered if Roman had ever exposed this vulnerability to anyone else. He guessed not. Caspian could relate on many levels and that only made him more drawn to his confused captor.
He closed the distance between them slowly and lifted the bottle of whiskey to his lips, maintaining a casual semblance for Roman's sake. He felt like he was walking on a fine line and the man might be triggered if he took a wrong step. He swallowed and reached out, pressing the bottle of whiskey to Roman's chest, waiting for him to take it back.
"You can trust me," he suggested, allowing his knuckles to linger against the fabric of Roman's shirt, "Let me go back to my farm," he paused, the weight of his next offer obvious, "I will show you the way. You can find me any time. We can talk."
His intentions were genuine, but he worried if Roman would be able to let him go- giving up the last thread of control. But Caspian would be returning the favor in revealing the location of his sanctuary.
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Post by starrea on Jan 23, 2020 0:14:26 GMT
Roman’s eyes remained locked with Caspian as he closed the space between them. Roman could hear his heart beating in his chest but his back was firmly pressed against the door, there was no where for him to go. He had never wanted to run before, but every sense in his body was going haywire and it was all because of this mysterious man.
Caspian pressed the bottle into his chest but all Roman focused on was the way his touch lingered. It took him several seconds to reach and grab the bottle, but he didn’t drink. He didn’t need anything else fucking up his system right now.
He broke eye contact when Caspian begged for release. He knew it would come at some point, all captives begged for freedom, but Roman knew he wasn’t ready to give it. He had only just trapped Caspian and now he needed to dissect him. He needed to know why Caspian elicited such a response from him.
He placed a hand firmly on Caspian’s chest and shoved him back, “No, you’re not going anywhere. Not yet.” He reaches behind him and yanked open the door. He looked at Caspian one more time, conflicted. The apology he wanted to give was stuck in his throat and he couldn’t form the words. He needed to get out there. He abruptly looked down, stepping out and shutting the door. The click of the lock sliding into place followed a second later.
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Post by Val on Jan 24, 2020 0:21:10 GMT
Caspian stumbled back a few steps as he was shoved. He stood pitifully in the center of the room, making no attempt to run or fight for his freedom. He was genuinely disappointed in Roman's decision; perhaps he had misjudged the man. His eyes were filled with dejection as the door finally swung shut and left him with the stark realization that he was a prisoner.
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