Not His Day

[Jared Padackles]

Ohshitohshitohshit. Jare whined, his nervousness kicking in. He couldn't honestly be lost in some place he didn't even frickin' know. The last thing he remembered was passing out in front of Secret and some random dude who looked a bit hinky, and the next thing, he was alone, and his head hurt like a mother. Ahshit. He whimpered this time, a more stronger squeak, and shifted so he had access to nibble on his already wasted nails.

"Oh, god, where am I?" He felt sick to his stomach, and his eyes darted back and forth. Sweat formed at his hair-line, sticking and making the gel keeping his hair styled feel dirty.

"This is not my day," He whispered, a broken plea, and sat, his legs no longer able to hold himself up. His heart was racing, and he needed to calm down, or he was in trouble of a panic attack, and wouldn't that just be great. He struggled to catch his breath.

He didn't even know why he was here.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas hummed softly to himself as he strolled casually down the long hallways of the first floor. He was once again making his nightly run of the Castle to see if everything was in order and the candle chandeliers and blazing torches on the walls lit the Castle like a giant christmas oak -ort whatever one of his futuristic guests would have called it.

His glasses rode down low on his nose as he read through some scrawled on parchments and he scribbled things that need repairs and fixing down messily.

"This is not my day."

"Hm?" Nicolas' head jerked up at the sudden voice, an eyebrow cocked as he titled his head to see who it was that had spoken in such a distressed tone. Walking at a slight angle he turned a corner to see one of the largest male's he'd ever seen, chewing nervously on his nails and looking completely frazzled.

His eyes wide he spoke in his most calming, 'Lord of the Castle' voice. "Is there a problem here? Do you require assistance in finding your room perhaps?"

[Jared Padackles]

Jared jumped, his feet actually a scant distance from the floor midjump, and fell, loosing his footing and falling to his ass with a painful thud. Ohshitohshit he was gunna die.

"Dude, uh, this your place?" He struggled to get up, but his vans recently new, and still padded with the silk material on the bottom of them, were incabable of catching against the ground, therefore resisting his persistance to get up.

"I'm so so so sorry if I'm intruding. I just don't know--" He paused, his motions stopping at looking at him, replaying the words the man had spoken. "My room?" He blinked. "Dude, I have my own room? As in you expected me?" A shy, hesitant smile flickered onto his lips. "Sweet." His voice was timid and soft.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas chuckled at the teenage slang, well aware of what it meant thanks to previous guests of his. Nodding his head he pushed the lenses farther up his nose and folded his arms across his chest, the parchment stuck within his arms as a grin of amusement pasted itself across his features.

"This is indeed my Castle. And of course you have your own room. You wouldn't have recieved an invite if you were unwanted here." He smiled brightly and walk forwards, his left hand outstretched in offer of help.

"My name is Nicolas Cashel, but you can call me Nick or Nicolas; whichever your prefer. And you must be..." He trailed off, waiting to remember just who exactly it was that he was talking to. Nicolas had a wonderful memory yet that didn't promise that he always used it to his best of abilities.

Snapping his fingers he smiled all the brighter. "Jared. Jared Padackles, correct?"

[Jared Padackles]

Jared stared dumbly at the hand for a moment, before realizing it was there to shake in greeting. He made a surprised look, and shot his hand out to grip Nick's, shaking gently.

"Uh, yeah. That's me. Paddywhack, Jarebear, JerrJerr Binks, Jerry, Jerr, Puppy, or Sasquatch." He reeled off all the names he could think of that Secret had called him. "But you can call me Jared." He shrugged. "Easier to remember." He pulled his hand back, rubbing them together. His gaydar was off it's radar, the arrow broken on the meter. This dude was overly. It wasn't in his features nor voice, but personality. And Jared just had the talent to tell.

"Um, where is 'here' anyways, sir?" He asked, fidgeting with nerves and his OCD, his eyes darting around and taking in the beauty of dully lit corridors.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas smiled at the younger man. He seemed to have something of a 'lost puppy dog,' look to him and if he knew where his sister had run off to, she most likely would have already been mothering the poor boy.

Stiffling a yawn he blinked and then said, "Here is Cashel Castle. A place of seeking and distributing pleasure. Their are people here who enjoy being the one always on the recieving end of it and others who demand to be the ones giving it. I invited you here becasue you seemed a little...Stressed."

Nicolas tilted his head to ask, "Would you like some help up, Jarebear?" Nicolas grinned teasingly at the younger man. He wasn't making fun of him just having a little fun of his own.

[Jared Padackles]

"Giving...recieving...?" He paused, than felt his eyes bug. "Pleasure?!" He swayed, but caught himself.

"Oh jeez, uh." Than, he blinked, looking up cautiously, curiosity shining. "How did you..." He trailed off. He was obviously in another time. How did this man know his stressing out predicament? He groaned, and buried his head in his hands.

He mumbled a breath into his sleeved shirt, looking up with mocha hues. "Uh, yes. Please," Than, for much playful payback, added, "Nicky." He held out a hand hesitantly. "Why me though? Out of all these other people in.... my time, did you pick me? Was my name in a rolling ball like bingo or something?"

[Nicolas Cashel]

"Bingo? No, not a game my young Jare Jare. My sister has a talent for the sight and so therefore can see who it is that we should invite. I have somewhat of a gift myself yet that is my own business. But yes, you are invited and that is that. do you need directions to your room?" Nicolas' voice was brisk yet kind -no, nice. Not to sappy but not mean or anything. Did he say how gorgeous the young man's eyes were? 'What a sweetheart,' he thought to himself, smiling at the thought with a slight chuckle.

"And you were invited for the simple fact that your life didn't contain any true joy to it. Sure there were happy moments but it was lacking in pleasure." Nicolas' eyes glowed brightly with a shine to them as he read into Jared's life. He'd never tell anyone of his gift and that was for sure. It was his secret way of looking into the future and reading into people's lives and emotions to see if they were worthy of his Castle or not.

[sayriel]

Sayriel was thinking of something funny as she stepped out in to the garden's, the smell was kind of annoying to her senstive nose but the flowers and outside drew her just the same.
Walking around the grounds she bent and snapped the stem of a yellow rose, her one most favorite flower on this earth. She sniffed its fagerance and walked on spotting Master Nicolas chatting to another male, her smile lit up at the sight of him and without thinking she was interrupting the conversation she hurried over to them.

"Hello, Master Cashel." she said in a light voice, before turning her pale eyes on the other guy, he was slightly younger then she first thought and she offered him a kind smile.
Sniffing the air to see his race she found the flowers masked him very well. "Hi" she said to him wondering if she was indeed interrupting them.

[Jared Padackles]

Jared was about to reply, when a woman came bounding in, startling him and causing him to lose his footing. He fell back on a nearby bench, staring at the woman with wide eyes.

"Uh, uhm. I--" Ah, fuck it. "Hi?" He couldn't even speak. Shaking his head, he skittishly stood up, addressing Nick again.

"It's Jared," He whispered, his voice a bit more broken, but still light. He was surprised at how much Nick was right. He had no pleasure what so ever in his current life. Not since he was dumped with his dad. He shifted, replying to the earlier question.

"Yes sir," He replied gently, than swallowed, gathering courage. "What kind of pleasure do you mean?" He whispered.

[Nicolas Cashel]

"Jared, I'd love to take you to your room in a short little while. But first you have to meet the beautiful Sayriel."

Turning, Nicolas wrapped his arms around the petite female and hugged her tightly. "I was wondering what happened to you. Hows business been? Prosperous I'm sure," he teased, pulling away with a smug smirk as he kissed her cheek lightly.

"So Jared, what would you like to be while you're here? One to give or one to recieve? Sayriel here is a giver and she could tell you all about it if you so chose to be one too. What's it gonna be?" Nicolas smiled brightly at them both, happy that he had both his friend here and another male guest at the castle. Not in that way either you sickos.

[sayriel]

Sayriel smiled a warm smile to Nicolas and passed it on to Jared. "Hi" she told him once more and then poked Nicolas in the side, slyly as he was clearly teasing her.

She let her eyes fall on Jared once more, taking in his shy glance and the way he stumbled on his words, it was cute, she thought and he was definity human.
"So Jared, what would you like to be while you're here? One to give or one to recieve? Sayriel here is a giver and she could tell you all about it if you so chose to be one too. What's it gonna be?" Nicolas asked Jared as she stood silent, her keen eyes didn't miss the fact that Jared stumbled his words when talking to her but seemingly had no problem talking to Nicolas, perhaps he liked the Master she thought.

Giving Nicolas a small nudge in the side she looked up with a mischievious grin he would not miss what lay behind it for their secret had been much talked of between them...well his secret.
"Sure I would be glad to help Jared if He needs it. But I think he is in very capable hands with you Master Cashel." she said and widened her smile as she glanced at Jared so he would see she was just being friendly.

[Jared Padackles]

"Jared, I'd love to take you to your room in a short little while. But first you have to meet the beautiful Sayriel." Jared nodded numbly, watching as the two hugged and greeted. He shifted nervously, grinning wrly as he held a hand up in a kind greeting. He was always that shy kid you'd see in the back room, but when he was free on stage, it's like you'd never seen him before.

"So Jared, what would you like to be while you're here? One to give or one to recieve? Sayriel here is a giver and she could tell you all about it if you so chose to be one too. What's it gonna be?" Jared's head snapped up, his eyes going wide.

"Wait--what? Give? Recieve?" His voice caught on Recieve, pitching it out on a squeak. He swallowed. He swooned, his hands reaching out for a wall. "But I don't--can't..." He swallowed. Why should he be embarrased? It didn't matter. If they were like the others, they would hate him also, was why. Sighing heavily, he decided.

"But--I'm," He glanced up, unsure, before continuing. "I'm stillavirgin." He glanced away, embarrased once more. "I don't know how to do any of that shit." He lowered his voice an octive.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas stepped away from Sayriel, concern written all over his face. Reaching out he took hold of Jared's massive -to his smaller self at least- arm, wrapping it around his shoulders. Smiling up at the younger man he heaved a breathe before asking, "Are you going to be alright, Jared? Would you like to take a rest? The towers are just up that staircase over there," He indicated with one hand swiftly to a staircase before gasping at the heavy weight and reaching back over to grope at Jared's lean stomach, clutching it to keep the other man steady. His leg insinuated it between Jared's for leverage, his face flushing at the sudden weight against him.

Completely innocent of what he was doing he chuckled, joking around, "Well, this is comfortable. Would you like some tea? Heh." He laughed strainedly, casting a look over his shoulder at Sayriel. "Sorry If you feel in any ways ignored Say Say," He winked at her before teasing,"You know you're my favourite girl."

[sayriel]

Sayriel watched what went on with a look of surprise and something else that laced her eyes yet would not step forth and reveal itself. She watched as Nicolas took Jared in his arms and turned him towards one of the towers.

As if he suddenly remembered her presence he turned and spoke, "Sorry If you feel in any ways ignored Say Say," He winked at her before teasing,"You know you're my favourite girl." She nodded and turned away from the pair, walking quickly deeper into the gardens and leaving Nicolas to his job.

She stopped when she could no longer see them and lifted the rose she held, its plain yellow petals and beauty suddenly lost its flare to her. "Just another dog to be forgot." she growled as she ripped its head off and tore the flower till nothing but bits of yellow remained, tossing it aside she lifted her bleeding hands to suck the blood from where the torns had cut her skin. Looking up at the castle she hated it for one second and turned to head to the village...

*slipping out of the rp...*

[Jared Padackles]

Jared locked up at the feel of an arm over his shoulders and he perked up, eyes wide. "Are you going to be alright, Jared? Would you like to take a rest? The towers are just up that staircase over there," He was about to say 'yes', when a hand grabbed at his stomach, anc actually clutched, making him jump. If Nick was trying to keep him steady, he was failing. Catastrophically. A leg between his own two freaked him the most and he stiffened, his face glowing a gentle red.

"Well, this is comfortable. Would you like some tea? Heh." The lord laughed, and Jared whimpered, feeling light headed. Than, senses swarmed and he jumped, flinging himself from the grip. Too much like his dad. Too familiar.

"Whoa, dude, please---don't touch the merchandise," He tried to put humor in, but failed to laugh. He cleared his head, and leaned on his legs. "Sorry...but, I'll take you up on your tea offer?" Just to get brownie points back.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas furrowed his brow as the other man jumped away from him, failing miserably at making a joke of it. "I was only joking. I didn't mean to offend... Here," He looked down and busied himself with digging around in his pockets for a pair of keys to a spare bedroom, trying to hide his hurt expression. Tugging out a set for a room next to a guest who had issues with violence and was close to being kicked from the room he cursed heatedly and pulled out another, this time beside a room that was occupied by a kind young girl who'd just arrived. He remembered her name as Secret, he believed.

"Here are a pair of keys to a room Mr. Padackles. I hope you enjoy your stay here and find all the happiness we here at Cashel Castle have to offer to you." putting them quickly into the other man's hands he made it obvious his attempt not to touch him at all. "The staircase over there should take you right upstairs to the floor with all the rooms. The number is on the key. Have a good night."

Nicolas gulped back a hurt lump in his throat. He could have laughed. IT was obvious the other man had figured out his taste for men somehow and was completely repelled by him. Even Sayriel had had enough of him and decided to take her leave without a word. It always happened to people like him; no one wanting to get to close, to catch the disease that was incureable.

[Jared Padackles]

"I was only joking. I didn't mean to offend... Here," As Nick fumbled in his pockets for his keys, guilt struck Jared hard. He hadn't meant to pull it off as he didn't like the dude.

"Here are a pair of keys to a room Mr. Padackles. I hope you enjoy your stay here and find all the happiness we here at Cashel Castle have to offer to you." His voice startled him, and Jared looked at him with his sad, puppy dog eyes, thick with apology, and didn't miss the fact of missing touch. "The staircase over there should take you right upstairs to the floor with all the rooms. The number is on the key. Have a good night."

Jared stood there as Nick walked away, glanced around, before ran after him.

"Nick!" He grabbed his arm, rotating around him. "I'm sorry if I offended you back there." He had caught the hurt look. He wasn't stupid.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas jumped at the touch, feeling slightly man handled and he had to bite back the urge to yelp in surprise. He was this young man's elder and he'd be mature about the situation. Takign a breathe he smiled tightly. "You did nothing wrong, young Jared. I was in the wrong. If you had wanted my assistance then you would have said so. It was my fault and I apologize once again."

Something jolted through Nick and he suddenly felt rather dizzy. Moaning he tugged his arm from Jared's weakly and gripped his hands to his head, tugging on the hair there in hopes to draw the sick feeling away. Gulping he turned big brown eyes up at the other man. "You aren't going to hit me are you? I can assure you, I don't go after men who are also submissive and who could easily kill me in their unwillingness."

He straightened and leaned heavily against a wall, staring the other man dead in the eye as he panted, sweat suddenly forming on his brow. What the hell was happening to him?

[Jared Padackles]

"You did nothing wrong, young Jared. I was in the wrong. If you had wanted my assistance then you would have said so. It was my fault and I apologize once again." Jared wanted to say I didn't mind, but thought better of it. This was a lord, and he was DEFINATElY submissive, as was he. But before he could say it, Nick had pulled away from him, and a hurt feeling washed over Jared. He watched a tad bit confused when Nick buried hands in his hair.

"You aren't going to hit me are you? I can assure you, I don't go after men who are also submissive and who could easily kill me in their unwillingness." Jared jerked back, surprised.

"No, not at all. I'm not that kind of person." He definately wasn't one of those families he grew up in. Not one. And he didn't intend on being one.

He noticed how pale Nick had suddenly become, and wrinkled his brow, reaching to steady him after Nick's hands gripped at his own hair. He was relying on the wall to keep him up and he was sweating up a storm.

"Dude, you feeling okay?" He had warmed up to this man ever so slightly.