#emorylight

[emorylight]

[sebastiansteele]

[Sebastian’s face has a natural rigid sense to it, particularly around the eyes, which now refuse to lift their gaze off of Emory. They take in the blonde completely without a single shift, noting mostly his own eyes. The other’s stare is thoroughly and meticulously analyzed. To the looker, the blue eyes are expressive on the surface, but there is an undeniable calmness to them that outweighs emotion, even the apologetic tinge, making Sebastian keep interest.]

I’m in the presence of a musician, then, not just a performer. I’ve heard that the violin has a tendency of delving into sorrow no matter what piece is played. I suppose anything that gets scratched finds a way to whine.

[There is no movement on his part as Emory stands, keeping to his space with another breath of tobacco slithering into his lungs—one of the reasons why his voice has a throaty quality that has the potential to make the mundane sound cryptically dark. The blonde, meanwhile, has a practiced tongue and clear tone. The words are formal, unlike most, but similar to Sebastian’s ways, minus the apology.]

I’ve heard enough apologies for the day; don’t add yours to the list, especially when there’s no reason for it. I’m much more curious than bothered. However, I’ll attempt not to be a simple distraction.

[His neck cranes slightly at his name being voiced, moving his head to the side with a face hinting at a pleased smirk.]

And I suppose there’s no need for another introduction either considering both of our identities are clearly known, now. You’ve become a popular force, Light. It’s hard not to take notice.

[With the cigarette finding solace between his lips, the Dominant’s hand is removed from his pocket in favor of another beneath his jacket. It stays hidden briefly, just long enough for the fingers to grasp the silver case that finds a home near his chest. The thumb flicks it open before presenting the row of cigarettes to other.]

If you smoke, pick one. If you don’t, make the time to pick up the habit and take one, anyways.

F2F: I LIke Chopin || Sebastian & Emory

[Emory distinctly recalled that when he sat down to play the piano, it was shortly after one in the morning.  He hadn’t intended on staying more than an hour, but the need to release the tension that had been building in the day outweighed time management.  it really shouldn’t matter.  After all, Emory Light did not need much sleep to function.  Sleep was for the wicked.  

He had been elevated to Level 2 at a good time.  With the Darkness looming just mere five days away, having access to the Music Room was a blessing in disguise.  The violin was useful most of the time, but the feeling of pounding those keys and hearing the melodious notes rise and fall with each stroke in the volume and tune in which Emory wanted was a different kind of control altogether - one that could be easily manipulated by the simple stroke of a key and a step to the pianoforte.

Emory didn’t hear Sebastian coming in, but he could sense the presence of someone else in the room.  He didn’t stop, however, knowing that if the piece was a nuisance to the new spectator, surely the person would have interrupted him.  And as the music drew to a close, Emory heard an unfamiliar voice that he quickly recognized as that of Sebastian Steele’s.  Of all the people he had met officially and unofficially at the mansion, Sebastian Steele was the only one to consistently refer to him as Light.  Turning toward the source of the voice, Emory saw a tall man impeccably dressed in black with a cigarette in hand.]

I have been in the mood for piano lately.  Violin can get a bit monotonous after a while.

[Emory pushed the chair back and stood up.  Hearing the rest of Sebastian’s comments, Emory gave the man an apologetic smile.] 

Apologies.  I lost track of time.  That said, I’d much prefer playing at night, less distractions.

[Resting his hand on the glossy black wood, Emory watched with interest as the man approached.]

You must be the Sebastian Steele.  I suppose we don’t have to wait until next week to meet after all.

[gabrielxmorningstar]

Blind Targets | Coaxory | Dec 4th

[Same.  That's the first word that comes to his mind as he takes out the roast beef from the oven.  The food smells the same, it looks the same, it even weighs the same.  Everything's the same except it isn't.  It's interesting how the smallest thing can make a difference, like the few lethal doses of poison that he had put into the mix.  No, Axel Grim Morningstar isn't taking any chances this time.  

The doorbell rang at exactly eight thirty, and the host walks toward the entrance with steady pace.  A practiced smile already on his lips when the door opens, revealing the two guests for the night.  Clear hazel eyes conduct a sweep of the subjects, noting a messenger bag carried by the youngest of the three and the less than pleased look on the face of the other, taking the scene in for later processing as he steps aside to.]

Welcome to my humble abode.

[He may as well be a dead man walking at this point, but the Reaper doesn't fail.  His targets will be annihilated tonight, even if it means going down with them.]

[subharman-luhve]

A Promise Kept // Para (Timelorded)

Harman didn't know what to do first. Should he unpack? Rest? Eat something? Shower? He had so many things on his mind that he needed to do and get done in order to be settled in for the week, but one thing was at the front of his mind, and that was Emory who he knew was in the nearby room, flipping through channels on the television. Harman was sitting no his bed, thinking about the bus ride when the dom had put him in his lap and kissed him, hungry and deep, and after Harman couldn't help but want more. He didn't usually let himself get caught up in sexual frustration, but this felt like an unfinished task. And Harman knew he would be obsessed with the idea until he did it. He had to try.

So the sub stood up, ran a hand through his hair and made his way out to the living room area where Emory was, hesitating, standing in front of him for a moment before he walked over, crawling into the doms lap and straddling his hips, leaning in and connecting their lips for the second time, his hands in fists against the mans chest, shaking slightly from nerves and his cheeks a dark pink. He really was hoping Emory wouldn't reject him. He had made a promise after all.

[dericksutton]

PM @ Emory

Hey, I was looking on the dash.. and.. I'm sorry, but I have got to tell you that the sadist is not a nice guy. My knees are still recovering from the missing member of Fight Club's cane, not to mention my cousin's punishment...and.. Right. We are talking about the same guy here, right?

[viggowolfe-cain]

⌘

Send me a ⌘ to hear what my muse's last words to yours would be.

I feel sorry, but not out of forgiveness for what you did to my husband; that I can never do, I'm afraid. I feel sorry for what ever happened to make you act badly towards nice people like him. I would have loved to have stayed your friend, but there came a point where I couldn't ignore what was happening. I worried that there was something wrong, you seemed to act so unlike the person I knew from Bellona Mansion.

You were the very first person I saw when I arrived, the one I was paired with for a demonstration and thought could be someone I'd trust. I'm so sorry that it didn't happen. I'm sorry that I couldn't feel like you, as a friend, could be at my wedding, could meet my little one, or I could even allow you anywhere near either of them if it were up to me. I wish it all could have been different, but I suppose you never wanted that, anyways. Perhaps it was only one of us that lost, but in the end, I think both of us can be content by it.

[constantinepayne]

Send me “~”+ any word/name and I’ll create an aesthetic board based on that word

~Emory

[sebastiansteele]

PM @Light

We've already gone hunting once, Light, I don't see why you wouldn't be interested in something similar. I'm curious to know the identity of the anon. I see that as the prize. As with the hunting, though, I'm willing to share to a certain extent, as long as you do your part, as well.

[sir-fabian-bishop]

Private Review of Residential Observation: Day 1 (pt. 2)

Name: Emory Light

Role: Dominant

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Position at Orenda Estates: Staff / Investor Relations

Living Arrangements: Villa 503

Met Under the Circumstances of: Public online correspondence followed by in person inspection

Brief Physical Description (if met in person): Two inches shorter than myself, making him within the range of 5’ 7”. Blonde hair. Clear eyes, Cambridge blue, no signs of inebriation.

Description of Personality: Uses articulate language skills to subtly be difficult outside his accommodating facade of politeness. In views, I question his motives. “Permanent partnership” were words that he used to describe his claim, yet his submissive is not living with him. It is my personal observation that he is not living to his role as Dominant and is mishandling his claim by not attending to him. Possibility of rebellion is level one, but should be watched. Poses threat with wealth, intellect, and ego to propel him.

Known Associates: Noel Romo (s), Evie King (D), Sebastian Steele (D), Emmett Sinclair (D)

Additional Notes: Has stated distinctly that he has no ties with the entirety of the Bellona Mansion clan. Disassociation was of importance to him, along with providing information that his Pomeranian was of higher intellectual worth. The dog has an average sense of comprehension. It should be of note that all known associates stated above are not participating in the Orenda Estates program. With the exception of his claim, all have influence and varying backgrounds that are only partially documented in some cases. It is recommended that their activity should be monitored. 

Acceptable/Unacceptable: Unacceptable

[gabrielxmorningstar]

Very witty, Mr. Morningstar.

Why aren’t you dead yet???

Thanks, Emory.  I have my moments.

[willemxandersen]

Yes, I do play several instruments, but primarily the violin and the piano. Ah, so you have been playing for quite some time, then. If you are amenable, I would certainly welcome the opportunity to hear you play.

Of course, I've no qualms performing though I do hope you'd be willing to return the favor? My preference would be to hear the violin but if you're more comfortable with the piano that would suit just fine.

[emorylight]

[sebastiansteele]

F2F: Semory || Oct. 6th Afternoon

Emory: Level 1 punishments are rather lackluster, are they not? Tell me, Mr. Steele, how does it feel to finally be able to exercise an unedited punishment?

Sebastian: Interested in levels again, Light? Shame you're acting like a participant again with such concern towards restrictions. [The crack of the whip is heard, casually striking against Cade's thighs from the slip in his punishment.] Has submissive Romo number one informed you of your faulty memory? He's always so interested in that regard, but to be accurate this time, you would provide him with such pride, I'm sure.

[viggowolfe-cain]

(Dec 28th 8:09am) PM: Hello Wolfe, I hope this message finds you well. I would like to check to see whether you have already made rooming arrangement for the trip to China. If not, would you be interested in rooming with Noel and I?

(Dec 28th 8:12am) PM: Hello, Emory. I’m so sorry, but I’ve already promised to room with Idris and his friends. Thank you very much for the offer, though, and I appreciate the thought immensely. If you and Noel are still available during the trip, I’d love it if both of you could perhaps have dinner with us.

[willemxandersen]

Indeed. It is a shame that they are rarely played well, is it not? And how long have you been playing the Cello, Mr. Anderson?

Since I was seven and my father thought it would be good for me to have a talent outside charming the household help out of sweets I shouldn't have been allowed. Why do you ask? Do you play as well?

[constantinepayne]

F2F: Audit • Emory/Constantine • July 15th 1:00pm

Constantine: The lunch failed to reach verbal agreement, but Constantine was already sitting in the restaurant with a newspaper opened on his side of the table, clearly under the impression that his guest would arrive regardless of the written consent or not. Eyes scanned over the printed words, the reading comprehension trained to be faster than the average, but this particular edition was already well-known and less deserving of his attention than to have his sights routinely rise over to the only entrance available. After a few moments, he spotted the blond with a secondary glance at the watch that peeked out from his cuff. On time. He rose from his seat, the air of a gentleman tangling around him seemingly so, while he greeted the other with the hand outstretched for him to take. "It's nice to finally meet you without the screen attached," he spoke, smiling as the seat was reclaimed as soon as Emory took his. "If you don't mind, I'd like to start with a personal curiosity.--What were you told about me before my arrival?"