[M]Time to Leave
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OOC Jan 28



It had been a week since Hadley came to his master's pack. A week since he'd been given this room and told to stay there. A week of slipping out for food silently, trying to keep a low profile, and only catching the occasional glimpse of the red wolf. He'd been sure that he'd be staying directly with Sebastian. That way it would be much easier to access Hadley if anything was needed. Instead he was alone. Too scared to leave the room Hadley had found ways to entertain himself in the small room.


The room was bare of any personal effects, only the bed that had been in there when he'd arrived. A solitary pillow and blanket that Sebastian had provided was on the bed, though Hadley hadn't used them. Not sure what to think of the gifts Hadley mistook them as something for Sebastian to use when he came in, and had been sleeping under the bed on the floor. He was sitting on the floor right now, keeping himself occupied by brushing the small amount of dust that had collected into a corner, out of the way.


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Sebastian sauntered up the stairs to the first floor, where most of the members of Casa di Cavalieri resided. Most importantly, though, it was where he and Hadley lived. Directly across the hall from each other. The handsome hybrid hadn't been seen much, though, which was the purpose behind Sebastian's visit. His silver chain jingled as he padded up to Hadley's room, his pierced ear flicking. He had to see how Hadley was doing. Had to see if he was assimilating into the life of Casa di Cavalieri.

Sebastian stopped in front of Hadley's room and knocked softly three times. He didn't want to give Hadley a seizure, after all, which he seemed fully capable of doing whenever he got a sudden fright.

"Hadley?" he called out, putting a hand on his hip. "Are you in there?" His tail flicked behind him as he waited for the massive hybrid's response, assuming he really was in there. Maybe he was outside, making new friends or feeding the devious horses.
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A soft knock on the door pulled Hadley away from the dust. His ears flattened nervously before recognizing Sebastian's voice. It was just his master, there to give him a task probably. Wiping his hands clean of dust he hurried to the door. Making sure that he was properly submissive Hadley opened the door. Sebastian looked as smart and clean as before, bright fur shining. There was a new piercing in his ear. Hadley wondered if it changed how the ear felt, but managed to keep from touching it.


His eyes dropped to the ground, keeping still. Most of his injuries were scarred over now, no more fresh ones added. He wondered if he should say something or not. Amy didn't like him talking, but Sebastian encouraged it. Screwing up his courage he managed to make a small sound. Embarrassed by how pathetic that was the hybrid turned bright red from head to toe. Backing up to allow Sebastian to come in he kept his eyes down, hoping that he wouldn't be pressed about how to make a proper greeting.


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Sebastian smiled cheerfully and craned his neck back as Hadley opened the door. He had to crane his neck- he'd almost forgotten how tall Hadley was. Though he raised an eyebrow at the strange squeaking sound that the former slave produced, Sebastian discounted it to tiredness. Perhaps the big lug had only just woken up and his voice was rough. Or maybe he had a cold.

The Italian stepped forward as Hadley stepped back, assuming that the squeak/grunt had been a go-ahead to come in.

"Salve, Hadley," he grinned, abruptly wrapping his slim, strong arms around Hadley's torso and squeezing as he buried his face in the thick fur of Hadley's muscular chest. The embrace only lasted a few seconds, though. Sebastian stepped away from the handsome hybrid and sat down at the foot of his bed, leaning over to rest his elbows on his knees and intertwine his hands. Intelligent bright orange eyes were kept on Hadley's face. He didn't notice that the pillow and blanket were in the precise position he had left them in when he had given them to Hadley.

"How has life at Casa di Cavalieri been?" he asked curiously, shifting over to put his back against the wall and rest his legs on the bed. One was drawn up closer to his chest, the other splayed flat with half his shin resting over the edge of the bed. He could never stay still for long. One black-furred hand patted the bed beside him, inviting Hadley to sit down and talk with him.
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Luckily with his eyes on the floor he missed the raised eyebrow, or Hadley might have ended up a stuttering pile of stress on the floor. He really did want to please his master, Hadley just didn't know what would be expected of him. It made things rough, Hadley constantly second guessing what would be expected of him. Some of the things Amy had drilled into him seemed good to follow, like don't take anything without permission, and stay submissive. Other things, like talking and what to do to help Sebastian, Hadley didn't know what to do about.


The bright red male squeezed Hadley affectionately. Hadley returned the guesture awkwardly, his large arms almost engulfing Sebastian before he skipped over to the bed. Asked how his life was going Hadley cocked his head. It was a rather strange question for him. Thinking it over he noticed the gesture to come and sit. Hadley moved so he was practically nuzzling into Sebastian's fur, ears kept delicately flat as he considered his answer. Don't know what work to do. No new wounds. That seemed like a good enough update. Maybe more details would be required? Hadley thought for a minute more before continuing. Quiet.


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Sebastian was pleased when Hadley returned his hug and sat close beside him, his broad shoulder and muscular arm almost pressing against the Italian. Still, Sebastian would have preferred a little more information. He hadn't been hurt, which was good. Work... that was something Sebastian hadn't thought of. He had assumed that Hadley would go around and help Wayne or something. Finally, "quiet." Casa was quiet? The world was quiet? Hadley himself was pretty quiet.

Sebastian stretched out his neck and twisted it from side to side, letting the bones and muscles crack. He considered the hybrid's words for a moment, sliding lower on the bed so that he was lying down with his elbows keeping his spine curve and keep him up.

"Well, you don't have to work if you don't want to. Not for the next while, anyway. Making friends and getting to know everyone is more important, since you've only joined recently." Sebastian smiled up at the wolfdog, his bright grin friendly and warm. "Still, you can do whatever work you want. You can ask Wayne or Jazper or Anann, or maybe Dixie-May if you like. I'm sure they'll have work you can help with." Hadley didn't have to work, but Sebastian didn't mind. If he really wanted to, he was welcome.

"And it's good that you haven't got any new wounds." Sebastian rested a hand on Hadley's arm for a few moments. "You might've joined recently, but you're still an equal pack member. Tell me if anyone hurts or threatens you, okay? Stuff like that isn't allowed in the Casa." Sebastian put his hand back down on the bed.

"Have you made any friends?" Sebastian asked, the truth slowly dawning on him that perhaps he hadn't been quite as comprehensive or informative as he should have been when they had arrived at Casa di Cavalieri. Hadley needed direction, after all.
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Hadley's ears pricked as he was finally given an order to follow. Meet everyone in the pack, get to know them. He wasn't too sure why Sebastian would want him to do that, but Hadley could fill that task. It would just take a little courage. Especially since it meant leaving his room, a place that Hadley hadn't stepped out of since arriving. Well, there had been brief breaks for food and the like, but otherwise his whole universe was currently confined to the room, and now he'd have to change that.


A hand rested on Hadley, and he had to struggle not to flinch or stiffen up. Hearing the command to report those who punished him, probably for the sake of finding out what he'd done wrong, Hadley nodded. He could tell Sebastian that easily enough. His ears flattened in confusion when asked about making friends. F-friends? Slaves didn't have friends. At least, Hadley didn't. He knew he wasn't supposed to openly interact with others without direction. Where would friends come from? Hadley shook his head, worry cloaking his eyes.


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Hadley really was a man of few words. He didn't respond to Sebastian's confirmation that he could do whatever work he liked, or the request that he report anyone who hurt him- but Sebastian took the pricked ears as confirmation that the handsome hybrid accepted his words. Perhaps he should also let the former slave know that it was okay for him to speak.

At the stuttered words, Sebastian nodded emphatically. "Friends," he confirmed cheerfully, smiling tentatively at the much bigger luperci. He reached up and tugged one of Hadley's ears back upwards, smiling as he did so. "Just go out and talk to people. See what you have in common with them. Do things together and ask them questions." Sleeping with them had worked for Sebastian too, but he didn't really think that would work for Hadley. Not for now, anyway.

Sebastian paused for a second, reaching down to draw his legs up to his chest and hold them there. He wasn't quite sure what to say. He wanted Hadley to be happy. He hadn't really considered how much of a challenge it would be to help him. Of course, it was the right choice and Sebastian would never change his choice to help Hadley. Still. It worried him, how damaged Hadley was.
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Hadley's ear was tugged back into a standing position as Sebastian talked. He looked down at his master, eyes curious. He was strangely naive when it came to relationships, and found himself liking Sebastian, despite the tiny fear that he would be punished for doing the wrong thing. Nervously he licked his nose, listening to Sebastian's description. All of those things seemed like stuff that could get him into trouble, asking questions and talking to them. He could help them out with things.


Sebastian didn't seem particularly happy when he curled up on the bed. Hadley whined a little, concerned. Realizing that he'd made such a noise Hadley glanced down, wincing. It wasn't his business if Sebastian had something on his mind. Whether or not Sebastian had rescued him, that didn't mean he had the right to worry over the small foxy male. Or be tormented by the images of what they'd done together.


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I fail at life. Poke me if I forget for longer than a week! Sorry!



Hadley whined and winced, apparently distressed. Or maybe worried, Sebastian didn't know. Both, either, neither. Whichever it was, Hadley shouldn't be distressed or worried. That was the point of bringing him to Casa di Cavalieri, wasn't it? To let his confidence and personality bloom again? Curled up on the bed, Sebastian seemed tiny and vulnerable next to Hadley's intimidatingly large form. Most of his fire came from his personality; when that was muted, only embers of his former inferno were left.

Something had affected him, he just couldn't tell what. Something that made him feel bad about Hadley. Something that had struck him just there. The thought that Hadley couldn't be helped? Possibly.

Sebastian glanced up at the large hybrid. Whatever the case, it was his duty to help. "What's wrong, Hadley?" he asked quietly, keeping his pumpkin-orange eyes fixed on Hadley. He had to help.
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He wasn't sure what was wrong, but Sebastian's curled up body hurt Hadley to see. Gently he moved closer, softly nudging him. It wasn't much, just letting him know that he was there, but he didn't like seeing his master so upset, especially since he'd rescued him from Amy. Sebastian lifted his head, and immediately Hadley's head dropped, taking on a more submissive form. Asked what was wrong Hadley carefully thought over what it could be.


Maybe it was a test, seeing how observant he was to what was happening. Reflecting back on everything that had happened since joining the pack Hadley settled down on what must have been wrong. Not come often. Master...worried. He looked over nervously, hoping that he had indeed managed to describe what was wrong. It seemed satisfactory enough, but he still wasn't completely sure.


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... I personify fail. Slap me if I leave you hanging like this. ;_;


Sebastian leaned against Hadley's arm slightly as the much bigger Cavalierite nudged him gently. Hadley was silent for a few moments, pondering his answer to the artisan's question. The answer wasn't what he'd expected; but hopefully, those were the biggest answer.

The Italian nudged Hadley's broad forearm with his shoulder. "Don't call me "Master," Hadley," he admonished gently. "Sebastian is good enough for me."

The next answer... Sebastian frowned slightly to himself. "I am worried," he admitted, looking into Hadley's gentle eyes. "I am worried for you, Hadley. I am worried that I cannot help you, and that you will not help yourself." His voice shook slightly on the last word, his face drawn with worry and his accent thickening. "I want to help you overcome your fear, Hadley. You are not a slave. You are a free man, free to do as you wish. I tell you these things, but you do not believe me. I do not know what else I can do to help you."

Sebastian drew his legs up to his chest. "Tell me, Hadley. How can I help you?" he begged, his orange eyes staring solidly into Hadley's gentle eyes.
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Hadley nodded his head quietly as he was told to not call Sebastian master. He'd never be so bold as to call Sebastian by name, but he could certainly comply with his master's wishes and not address him by that title. Maybe 'sir', or something would work better for Sebastian. He was very different from Amy and the way she reacted to things. The fact that Sebastian was worried because of Hadley immediately had the large hybrid melting down into a puddle. He was worrying Sebastian? That was the most horrible thing that could happen!


Told that he wasn't a slave Hadley looked at Sebastian blankly, uncomprehending. Only time would be able to help the slave's shattered mind piece back together, at some point accepting that he was able to do as he wished. Until then he was simply a fearful puppet, moving at another's direction. When asked how he could be helped Hadley looked down at Sebastian questioningly. He'd been purchased for a reason he hadn't been used for since they'd arrived. Filling that purpose would definitely help drain away the fear that Sebastian didn't want him. Um...make you happy? Hadley turned red up to his roots, unable to bring himself to express exactly what he meant.


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Hadley didn't even seem to understand what the Italian meant. His mind couldn't even fully grasp what Sebastian was saying to him. Amy had broken him, turned a once-proud beast into a quivering pile of fur and muscle. What could he do? Sebastian had no true grasp of a mind's inner machinations. He hadn't studied the power of the mind. All he had was intuition, instinct and intelligence. Though these were invaluable traits, there wasn't much he could do with them to help Hadley.

Sebastian misinterpreted Hadley's question. His silky ears flattened and twisted around and around, his anxiety at his failure to help Hadley further showing through. "The only way you can make me happy is to regain your former mindset, Hadley. I want to help you cast off the skin of a slave." His eyes raised to meet Hadley's. "But it seems I cannot help you, despite my promise to myself." He was failing. Unless he thought of some way to help the former slave regain himself, Sebastian couldn't see how Hadley would recover.
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Sebastian's pretty red ears flattened, twisting with worry. The anxiety skyrocketed up, pulling another whine from Hadley. This wasn't working. He wanted Sebastian to be happier, not more upset. A happy master meant a happy slave, after all. Unless it was Amy. Then a happy master meant the slave not necessarily surviving the night. Hearing Sebastian's request Hadley dug through the recesses of his mind, working on remembering what he once was like. If his master wished it, he could do so. It would be difficult, putting the habits he had formed aside, but for the red male he would.


Pulling himself up Hadley adopted a much more relaxed air. His ears stood up, and Hadley gazed past the male carelessly. Part of him was still watching Sebastian, measuring his reaction. It dampened the act, but the carefree skin that he'd worn before being captured and beaten was there for now. It was a mask, always had been for the too gentle slave, but it was who he used to be. Well, if you want me back the way I was, I could use something to drink. The sentence was quiet, almost questioning, but it was his old way of speaking.


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-insert ghostly howl-





Hadley seemed to change almost instantly. Tense muscles relaxed, his ears raised and his eyes seemed to grow softer. His intonation had changed, too- more fluid, with less care given to his words. Something to drink, eh? Sebastian could certainly relate to that. It was progress, at least. The foxy male gave Hadley a small grin and vaulted from the bed, opening the door and darting into his own room to retrieve an open bottle of wine. It was nearly full, anyway, if not as cold as he'd like.

Darting back from his room, Sebastian jumped beside his enormous friend and placed the bottle in Hadley's lap. "Wine okay?" he asked cheerfully, pleased with his miniscule progress.
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Hadley's efforts to please his master with this act was rewarded with a smile. It was small, but it was still something. Hesitantly he smiled back before remembering that he wasn't supposed to care about anything, adopting a bored look once again. Sebastian fled from his presence then, a whine filling in the emptiness where the red male used to be. Had he done something wrong to make him leave like that? He had done what Sebastian had requested. Maybe he hadn't truly liked it.


Just as quickly as he had vanished Sebastian returned, now holding a bottle in his hand. Hadley was surprised to see the offer before him. It was very generous. The bottle was placed in his lap, and the large hybrid nodded vigorously. He liked alcohol in all it's forms. Lifting the bottle he held it to his lips, ready to empty it. Before he did he remembered that Sebastian was there too, and sheepishly lowered it back down. Uh...want some? His ears twitched nervously, wondering if he'd ruined things with his impudent behavior.


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Sebastian was pleased that some progress was being made. He had no intention of turning Hadley into an alcoholic, of course, but the old Hadley would certainly be an improvement over the permanently timid thing that the lovable hybrid had been reduced to. Once the old Hadley was back, providing he wasn't a dick, Sebastian could judge his general niceness and suggest improvements. Depending on his mental stability, of course.

The Italian kept a close, somewhat discreet watch on Hadley as he raised the bottle to his lips, his hopes momentarily falling again. It was irrational, of course; it was only polite to offer. Still, Sebastian shook his silky-furred head.

"No, but thank you." Sebastian waited until the big bear-like wolf had taken a drink before he spoke again. "So, Hadley. Tell me some of your early life." Sebastian let one leg splay outwards and drew the other up to his chest, resting his elbow on his knee as he focused his bright eyes and tall ears on Hadley.
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His master turned down the drink. Still working under the pretense of who he used to be Hadley managed not to sag with disappointment and worry that he'd done something wrong, shrugging it away instead. Suit yourself. Lifting it up Hadley took a deep drink. It was so good, soothing his thirst and washing away his worries. The question had his ears raised. Turning he looked to Sebastian, smirking. There were so many ways to turn this around.


Opening his mouth the slave began to speak of his early life. Small place outside city. Parents, sister, brother. Happy. The words lacked the careless air he'd spoken with earlier, instead with the timid tones he had grown used to using. Straightening up Hadley brushed it off, forcing the darkness back. Enough of that though. I'm much more interested in the present. Hadley turned, grinning at Sebastian, letting his eyes roam over the male's body before returning up. It felt natural enough, even if he'd had to tell himself to do it.


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Hadley spoke in his usual fashion- short sentences, no more words used than were required. His tone had changed, though. It was more carefree, less delicate with words. Less timid, it held more of a lazy confidence that Hadley had lacked. Perhaps the change was cosmetic for now, but Sebastian hoped that it would become real eventually. Hadley took a deep drink of the wine as the artisan watched, his bright orange eyes steady and alert, examining the nuances of the handsome hybrid's behaviour.

Parents, brother, sister. Where were they now? Did Hadley himself even know? Did he not care? His tone had changed ever-so-slightly, too. More hesitant. Sebastian didn't frown, but watched attentively.

Hadley seemed to banish the thought from his mind. The handsome hybrid turned the the lithe Italian, grinning, his words careless- and to Sebastian, seemingly inviting. He was even unashamed to let his eyes wander along the artisan's slim, foxy body.

Sebastian rested his hands behind his head, letting himself relax as he reclined back against the wall. Perhaps now would be the time when Hadley exerted his dominant streak, hidden as it was. Perhaps Sebastian could even make a game out of it.

He returned the smile, smirking up at Hadley. "Why, Hadley?" he purred invitingly, moving his legs apart ever-so-slightly. "Are you interested in me?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow as though the very idea was ridiculous. His tail batted against Hadley's leg playfully, his tongue slipping out along his lips.

Here was yet another example of Sebastian thinking with his dick.


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