01-22-2012, 04:25 PM
Sebastian chuckled, but offered no other comment to what Amy said first. Everyone was replaceable. Everyone and everything could be replaced. Especially when it came to immensely boring things like business and politics in big cities. Creativity, passion, drive... Those things were rarer, more defining. Of course, there was always someone better.
Sebastian wished he had paid more attention to his parents when they had taught him about the other powerful families and individuals. He couldn't recall hearing the name Sunders anywhere. Then again, maybe she was just an individual. An enterprising individual who was disturbingly knowledgeable.
The burly hybrid returned, tossing some meat onto the fire before Amy pulled him down beside her. Sebastian licked his lips, his eyes travelling up and down Hadley's muscular, scarred body. He wasn't so preoccupied with ogling Hadley that he missed his nervous manner and his frightened eyes when Amy stroked his scars. Scars that she had likely inflicted, judging from his obvious fear.
"Your slave." It wasn't a question. Sebastian vehemently opposed slavery, but he was also curious. Now he had a chance to ask a question that had always bothered him when he contemplated such matters.
"If I may be so bold," he continued airily, "Why hasn't Hadley killed you in your sleep yet, or something similar? I never understood why slaves never did that." Truly, it puzzled him. Fear was certainly a factor, but still. It confused him.
Sebastian wished he had paid more attention to his parents when they had taught him about the other powerful families and individuals. He couldn't recall hearing the name Sunders anywhere. Then again, maybe she was just an individual. An enterprising individual who was disturbingly knowledgeable.
The burly hybrid returned, tossing some meat onto the fire before Amy pulled him down beside her. Sebastian licked his lips, his eyes travelling up and down Hadley's muscular, scarred body. He wasn't so preoccupied with ogling Hadley that he missed his nervous manner and his frightened eyes when Amy stroked his scars. Scars that she had likely inflicted, judging from his obvious fear.
"Your slave." It wasn't a question. Sebastian vehemently opposed slavery, but he was also curious. Now he had a chance to ask a question that had always bothered him when he contemplated such matters.
"If I may be so bold," he continued airily, "Why hasn't Hadley killed you in your sleep yet, or something similar? I never understood why slaves never did that." Truly, it puzzled him. Fear was certainly a factor, but still. It confused him.