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Beautiful Things
Chapter 2 - A Bed
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Sitting up, he looked around the room, hoping that maybe his surroundings could tell him what had happened, why he couldn't remember anything.
"Hello again."
Jolted out of his thoughts, the boy looked beside the bed, through the pale yellow curtain, to the man that was currently seated in a large green chair.
"I see that you're finally awake." He smiled. "Do you remember who I am?"
He did remember, faintly. The man from earlier. The name was right there, but... He couldn't quite remember it.
The other man smirked slightly at the boy's trouble. "You may call me Maester Seymour. Now, before you fainted earlier, you said 'Ti.' Am I to assume this is your name?"
"I..." That name did seem somewhat right... Perhaps it was a nickname from before? Or maybe it really was his name. He couldn't remember either way. Realizing the other man was still looking at him, waiting for his answer, he blushed slightly. "Yeah, that seems right."
"Well, Ti, right now it seems that you remember as much about yourself as I do. There is a bath ready in the next room. Why don't you go relax a bit, and then we will try to find out what we are going to do with you. Though, I am sure I could think of a few things..." He smirked at Ti suggestively.
Ti shifted to the other side of the bed, face a light shade of pink. He didn't know why he trusted this man, but he did.
Getting to his feet a bit unsteadily, he looked down, only to pull a blanket off the bed to wrap around himself. His face was now a bright scarlet.
"Oh, yes. Your clothes were very wet when I brought you in. And you had quite the fever. I thought it best to get you into something dry. That shirt was the first thing I could reach."
That smirk was starting to annoy Ti. But this man appeared to be trying to help him, so he'd let it pass. After all, he was dry now, and at least he was wearing something. Even if that something was a green, long-sleeved shirt that just barely reached to mid-thigh. He wasn't even going to start to thing about who had changed him into it.
Flushing again at this new thought, he gathered up his blanket and stood up. Looking around the room, he realized there were more than two doors leading from the room, and he didn't know which one to go through. Looking over towards Maester Seymour for help, he received that annoying smirk again.
"Follow me, if you will." He stood up and went through a set of doors right beside the bed, Ti following behind.
"Everything that you need should be in here, just come out when you're done. It should help you to relax a bit. I will wait for you in the other room..." A slight pause, "...unless, that is, you would like me to join you?"
Ti didn't remember much from before, but he doubted he'd ever blushed this much in his life.
"No? Another time then, perhaps. I will be waiting for you outside."
He left then, leaving Ti alone to think about his past, and the Maester's intentions.
'The what? I don't even know who I am, let alone if I have any importance.'
That was another possibility. What if he was of some importance, and this 'Maester' guy was just keeping him here so he could use him for something? But that was doubtful. Ti didn't feel that he was that important, and Maester Seymour seemed like a fairly nice person. He had helped him earlier.
'These thoughts still don't tell me who I am, or why I'm here!'
Frustrated at himself, he looked at the room he was currently relaxing in. There didn't seem to be any windows or openings other than the door, and yet the room was surprisingly bright. He couldn't see any lights either, but there appeared to be glowing bubbles in the wall, so that could be where the illumination was from.
Everything in the room was done in shades of light blues and greens, with small bunches of yellow flowers here and there. They were a bit feminine for Ti's taste, but then again this wasn't his room. The tub-like thing he was in was like a green pod, with a tube-like line coming down from the roof to rest against the side of the... bathtub. That looked like it was where the water would come from, but he couldn't see a way to make it turn on. Maybe he just wasn't looking in the right spot, not that it mattered right now anyway. There didn't seem to be much things decorating the room, other then the flowers and a few yellow ribbons hanging from the roof. It was a very simple room, but gave off a serene feeling.
Splashing the water around a bit, he realized that he hadn't brought any other clothes into the room with him. He didn't want to wear what he had been wearing when he woke up, because he felt it showed a bit too much skin. So that meant asking Maester Seymour for something else.
Getting out of the water and quickly wrapping himself in the blanket from earlier, not bothering to dry off, he walked towards the door. Opening it slowly, he saw Maester Seymour talking with a man that had a green beard and hair, as well as very long arms.
They seemed to be arguing about something, but stopped as soon as they caught sight of Ti. Not liking the glare he was getting from Green-Hair, he quickly backed into the room with the tub again, pulling the door shut.
Standing there, he heard a few more sharp words exchanged, and then the noises of one of the men leaving. Hopefully Green-Hair had left. He didn't seem to like Ti very much, though he didn't know why that was. He hadn't done anything, had he?
Then the door opened and Maester Seymour entered the room. At least, he started entering. Then he froze.
There was the boy, Ti, standing in the middle of the room. Nothing but a blanket wrapped around himself, water from his bath still dripping off of him, making the blanket stick to him in some... interesting places. There was one drop of water sitting on his lip. Just about to fall off, but fighting to stay. He could see it so clearly it seemed that he was close enough to wipe, or lick, it off. Actually, he was close enough, he realized. His legs seemed to have brought him to stand right infront of the boy.
Never to be one to pass up an opportunity, he reached forward and grasped Ti's chin between his fingers, noticing the boy's breath catch for a second. Smiling slightly, Seymour leaned forward a bit, and tilted Ti's face up just a tad. Looking into his eyes for a second, he could see wariness and a touch of... excitement. Leaning forward the last few inches, he quickly ran his tongue over Ti's top lip, catching the water drop on the way.
Pulling away from the boy, he smirked down at the blushing boy, quickly running his hand across Ti's cheek before pulling away and moving back a step.
"Now, what did you come to ask me?"
"I... uhh... clothes..."
"Ah yes. I had forgotten. Please forgive me. Your other clothes are being washed right now. I doubt you would like to wear my clothes, so let me go see what else I can find for you."
Ti followed Seymour back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.
"If you will wait here, I will be back shortly."
Before Ti had anymore time to think about what was going on, or who the boy jumping out of the water was, he quickly sat up. It had just been a dream. But did it mean anything? Or was he just crazy?
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