DOMESTIC.

                             _{it  was  for  a  long  moment  that  she  stood  there,  SILENT  as  the  master  explained  his  plan  to  bring  HUMANS  back  to  the  castle,  to  have  them  remain  here  until  he  ultimately  grew  BORED  of  them  &&  she  was  left  to  clean  up  the  mess.  &&  that  atop  of  the  fact  that  she  DESPISED  the  creatures  that  lived  on  this abhorrence  of  a  rock,  atop  of  the  fact  that  HE  KNEW  that  she  didn’t  want  them  anywhere  near  her,  anywhere  near  the  castle.  ❛   i  don’t  think  it’s  wise,  master,    ❜  &&  that  was  as  CORDIAL  as  the  domestic  could  phrase  as  such,  for  if  she  knew  there  was  no  F E A R  of  consequence,  she  would  have  told  him  exactly  how  she  felt  about  the  decision,  but  that,  she  knew  would  be  a  DANGEROUS  play,  a  play  that  she  couldn’t  afford.}  

                                                                         _{a delicate huff. ❛ oh, of course you don’t. ❜}

                       _{the doctor crosses the room, gloved fingertips fumbling with his hulking plastic dispenser – the one he’s filled to the very brim with the finest wine in all the universe. a paper cup is lifted to painted lips, && the master sips daintily. why he bothers, honestly, to inform the domestic of his affairs remains ever a mystery, even to the furter himself. frank hesitates, teeth grazing the tip of his tongue, before he opts to crow at the woman some more. ❛ they, ❜ begins he, emerald eyes dark && vile, ❛ — ought to be frightened of us ! they aren’t possibly bright enough to do us any harm. it’s perfectly wise, magenta, to taunt one’s prey before, ahem, digging in. i deserve a bit of fun, don’t you think ? ❜}

                     _{❛ all i’m suggesting is  –  perhaps it would be good for all of us if we were to, i don’t know, make friends. after all, they’re humans ! we’ven’t got a thing to fear. ❜ but it’s all too obvious that socializing with earthlings is the very least of frank’s concerns ; he’s baffled by their arrant stupidity even when he isn’t in the presence of them. && when the master imagines a friend, he thinks merely of a body – to be experimented on, to be loved and then discarded. ❛ either way, it’s been much too quiet. we could,❜ a thoughtful lower lip protrudes. ❛ bring a handful or so of them back. oh, magenta, really. you might see one you like. ❜ he glances halfway at the domestic, simpering. he knows that’s impossible.} 

                                                                                                   _{//   @wellsecluded}

DOMESTIC.

                              _{features  sour  before  all  traces  of  her  PREVIOUS  ANGER  dissipates  completely,  oh,  but  only  'pon  the  surface  does  it  vanish.  for  the  slew  of  INSULTS  only  fuel  her  continually  growing  rage,  her  desire  to  rid  this  world,  rid  EVERY  world  of  the  wretched  creature  currently  stood  before  her.  alas,  riff  raff’s  position,  his  status  as  general  matters  naught  to  the redhead, no.  because  before  that,  before  he  was  a  GENERAL,  he  was  her  brother,  the  only  person  whom  mattered  to  her,  the  only  person  that  ever  would.  she’d  ALWAYS  protected  him,  no  matter  the  PUNISHMENT  it  brought  'pon  to  her,  that  wouldn’t  change  now,  not  before  frank.  however,  his  words  drew  her  ATTENTION  once  more,  emerald  oculars  drawing  back  to  him,  for  the  words,  the  THREAT  alone  was  akin  to  an  icy  dagger  through  what  remained  of  her  heart.  albeit,  the  WORST  PART  was  knowing  that  he’d  do  it,  not  because  they  deserved  it,  no.  but  simply  because  he  could.  ‘  don’t ..    ’  effectively  cutting  herself  off  'fore  she  gave  the  furter  any  further  AMMUNITION.  he  knew  just  how  much  her  brother  meant  to  her,  what  it  would  do  should  he  take  him  away. so  she  stepped  back,  for  his  time  would  come  &&  then  the  only  DEATH  would  be  that  of  his  own,  FREEDOM  would  be  theirs  once  more.}  

                      _{billows of smoke are exhaled from the doctor’s nose,   &&   it isn’t long,   then,    before he desires the comfort of his THRONE once again.   royalty,   he’s come to realize,   is as exhausting as it is gratifying.   but he doesn’t turn away,   not just yet.   eyes are jade   &&   burning,   BURNING with a cruel satisfaction.   the domestic knows,   she ought to know,   of frank’s rage,   fueled by madness and by the servants’ defiance,   namely magenta’s defiance,   among a vast many other things   ;   the prince is MERCILESS,   he’s always been,   &&   provocation would hardly be necessary in order for him to take BOTH of their lives.   ‘   don’t   ?   ’   comes the scientist’s wicked lilt,   ‘   you’re right,   I WON’T.   not tonight.   perhaps,   despite his dreadful thoughtlessness,   your brother may still prove his worth to me.   ’   &&   frank speaks only the truth,   however DESPERATELY he longs to feel the cracking of the handyman’s bones,   to feel the breath FORCED from the domestic’s lungs   :   tonight,   he will not raise his hand.   tonight,   the servants may rest.}   

DOMESTIC.

                            _{oh,  there  was  a  moment,  albeit  a   BRIEF  one,  that  magenta  came  to  think  that  their  NEW  MASTER  was  to  be  SILENT  &&  not  bother  her  was  further  questions  about  their  journey  to  earth,  alas,  LUCK  had  NEVER  once  been  'pon  her  side,  that  wasn’t  going  to  CHANGE  now.  ‘  somewhere  by  the  name  of .. DENTON,  master,  ’  somewhere  where  they  could  remain  INCONSPICUOUS  'pon  the  endeavour  to  earth,  somewhere  nobody  would  notice  their  ARRIVAL,  nor  their  prolonged  stay.  ‘   it’s  REMOTE  enough,  the  earthlings  won’t  DISTURB,  nor  notice  our  presence.  ’  a  marginal  RELIEF,  for  the  last  thing  she  wished  to  do  was  INTERACT  with  these  DULL  creatures,  not  if  she  didn’t  have  to.  ‘  &&  within  a  short  distance  of  a  TRANSDUCER.   ’  questions  answered,  she  turned  'pon  her  heel,  her  attention  returning  to  her  brother  whom  stood  at  her  side,  hoping  that  was  the  END  of  frank’s inquiries,  at  least  for  the  moment.}

           _{he hums,   CONTENT with the woman’s answer,   though more questions,   an UNCOUNTABLE total of them,   in fact,   dance wildly behind ruby lips.   the furter has never known the domestic,   in all the years she’s served his mother,   to be terribly merry,   but even still her VEXATION is more than obvious.   he spares a glance upon her brother,   the man he’s deemed incredibly USELESS,   and wryly does he smile.   ‘   –   denton   ?   ’   the two plain - sounding,   very human syllables roll forth from the prince’s tongue,   &   he repeats it once more beneath his breath.   ‘   excellent   !   oh,   mother will be awfully PROUD.   i’ll send her postcards aplenty. i just can’t wait to see a real earthling,   they’re all so ugly   &   tasteless.   ’   a pause.   ‘   magenta.   you’re certain they won’t DISRUPT us   ?   ’}

DOMESTIC.

                              _{she  doesn’t  FLINCH,  doesn’t  move  'pon  his  close  step,  for  she  doesn’t  FEAR  HIM.  she’s  never  feared  him,  as  much  as  she  comes  to  BELIEVE  that  he  thinks  that  she  SHOULD.  &&  perhaps  her  OUTBURST  was  ill  timed,  however  it  was  WARRANTED,  it  was  always  warranted.  ‘   a  PITY  it  doesn’t,   ’   SARCASM  dripped  from  words  befallen  of  CRIMSON  stained  lips,  emerald  oculars  not  once  wavering  from  his  own  gaze  as  she  spoke.  albeit,  it  was  'pon  the  mention  of  the   –  BEATING  –  chastisement  of  her  brother  that  triggered  the  domestic’s  ANGER  once  more,  the  memory  of  tending  to  yet  more  injuries  ever  present  within  her  mind.  &&  even  riff  raff’s  mantra  of  PATIENCE  eluded  her  in  that  moment,  for  she  didn’t  care  of  patience,  not  now.  ‘   chastisement  ??  you  nearly  KILLED  HIM .. AGAIN.   ’  there  was  little  point  in  holding  back  now,  she’d  be  PUNISHED  either  way,  &&  as  long  as  it  was  herself  &&  not  her  brother,  she  had  little  quandary  in  ensuring  frank  knew  exactly  how  she  felt.}

          _{&   the furter laughs in her face,   at her FOLLY.   ‘   oh,   you idiot   –   the two of you are so TRAGICALLY similar.   do you imagine that,   maybe,   this little TANTRUM will result in my APOLOGIZING to you,   or perhaps to your wretched brother   ?   in my sudden tenderness   ?   you are terribly foolish,   magenta   ;   but i do ADMIRE your courage.   ’   he turns,   then,   an odious grin tugging at the corners of painted lips,   &   lazily does he light a cigarette,   a silvery cloud hovering about black curls.   ‘   WELL,   i couldn’t possibly send him on his way with little more than a STRIKE upon his knuckles   !   mm,   but you forget   –   your brother is a GENERAL,   he is more than capable of looking after himself.   he barely bled,   magenta,   this i assure you.   ’   gazing upon her from beneath thick lashes,   &   after exhaling a mouthful of smoke,   he continues,   quite forthrightly   :   ‘   i could kill him,   you know.   and you,   too   –   for queen’s sake,   you’ve both given me a MULTITUDE of reasons to   …   &&   i know that taking riff raff’s life would,   perhaps,   be even more agonizing than a DAGGER through your HEART.   ’}

DOMESTIC.

_{@brainsplitter | cont. {x}}

                                 _{the  domestic  wasn’t  in  the  utmost  SURPRISED  by  his  response, nor  does  she  doesn’t step  away  when  he  rises  from  his  throne,  despite  the  fact  that  she  KNEW  that  she  should  have  held  her  tongue,  not  spoken  ILL  of  the  arrogant  prince  in  his  presence.  but  she  was  ANGRY,  &&  she’d  NEVER  been  good  at  CONCEALING  it.  &&  she  knew  her  following  words  were  going  to  garner  her  naught  but  PUNISHMENT,  punishment  in  which  she  INSISTED  she’d  take  in  the  place  of  her  brother.   ‘    perhaps,  you  should,  master.   ’  the  final  word  slipped  betwixt  CRIMSON  lips  with  nothing  but  CONTEMPT,  emerald  oculars  holding  naught  but  fury  for  the  furter  before  her.    ‘     because it doesn’t.      ’}   

            _{‘   –   doesn’t it,   ’   he all but GROWLS through clenched teeth.   with each step the furter takes,    drawing nearer   &   nearer to the rebellious little creature before him,   his heels click and his cloak BILLOWS with ominous promise,   with the assurance that all is absolutely NOT WELL here.   an unforgivable SIN has been committed   &&   frank will be damned if he is to ignore such a thing.    he halts mere inches before the domestic.   ‘   in that case,   magenta,   it certainly OUGHT TO.   ’   snarls he,   for there isn’t a doubt in the scientist’s mind that his DESIRES should be the sole priority of the universe.    ‘    tell me, then.   what sucked out this little OUTBURST from you   ?   forgive me if i’ve mistaken,   but i don’t suppose it has anything at all to do with the chastisement your dear brother,   riff raff,   received just yesterday evening.   ’}

｡♥  DOMESTIC.

                              _{she’d  never  WANTED  to  leave  transexual,   never  wanted  to  be  on  this  ship  with  the  prince  heading  to  earth,   but  she’d  have  been  damned  if  she  was  going  to  allow  her  brother,   her  dearest  brother  to  go  ALONE.  with him.   for  to  be  away  from  him  for  so  long,   so  far  away,   well,   it  wasn’t  something  either  were  okay  with.   albeit,   ‘pon  his  IMPATIENT  question,   magenta  resisted  the  urge  to  roll  her  eyes,   tongue  holding  back  VEXED  words.   &&  whilst  her  brother  was  far  more  versed  in  the  atmosphere,  the  galaxies  beyond  that  of  their  own,   she  knew  enough  to  know  that  they  weren’t  anywhere  near  their  intended  location.   ’ no,   master, ’   annoyance  was  kept  from  her  HARSH tones,   countenance  feigning  NONCHALANCE  as  she  answered  his  query  for  a  THIRD  time  since  they’d  left,   knowing  full  well  that  it  wouldn’t  be  the  LAST.    ’ it’ll  be  a  while  before  we  reach  EARTH, ’ so  perhaps IF  he  could  spend  the  time  not  BOTHERING  her,   the  journey  would  pass  with  all  three  of  them  arriving  without any  accidental  casualties  along  the  way.}

          _{the mad prince,   only half - listening to the woman once she’d uttered the word no,   HUFFS.   ‘   that LOOKED like earth,   didn’t it   ?   mother says it’s big   &&   quite blue.   ’   delicate hands clasp together as the young furter SINKS into an open chair   –   he flinches,   finding absolutely none of the comfort that comes with perching onself upon a THRONE   ;   no plush cushions swathed in fine velvet,   just cold,   stiff space metal.   he hums before chirping on   :   ‘   i wonder   –   are EARTHLINGS truly as DIM as we assume   ? i imagine they must be.   how foolish,   how wretched   …   oh   !   magenta,   there’s something else.   i meant to ask it of you earlier,   it slipped my mind,   you see,   ’   white teeth flash from behind ruby - painted lips as frank gazes upon the domestic once more,   craning his slender neck.   ‘   WHERE EXACTLY on earth are we to land   ?   surely,   we ought to remain within reasonable distance of a TRANSDUCER,   wouldn’t you think   ?   ’}

          _{A METEOR,   one that disappears into the stars nearly as quickly as it had shot by,   leaves the young furter GASPING   –   he’s been in ships before,   &&   he’s been outside the atmosphere of transsexual,   of course,   but never on a mission such a this one.   the thought of EARTH has him rather anxious   ;   ANXIOUS, but not frightened.   ‘   hum   –   oh,   magenta   ?   ’   croons he,   turning on his heel.   emerald eyes flit from the ginger - haired woman to her gawkish brother,   one foot tapping EAGERLY against the floor of the craft.   ‘   how much longer   –   where are we,   exactly   ?   that isn’t earth,   is it   ?   ’}

                                                                                   _{@wellsecluded   //   starter   !}