Post by Admin on Aug 7, 2019 1:08:19 GMT
Anya had started this whole thing off when she was still at the Fleur. Rabastan had slowly become a regular customer, though there were several other girls he occasionally took, depending on his mood. It was her he invited to leave, however, to come here to an apartment and work for him alone. Anya had chosen to accept. At the time, she'd already been hooked on the elixir he shared with her. It made her warm and it made her light and it made her stop thinking about all the things in her past that dragged her down. Instead, that sunshine yellow elixir had made her feel happiness, or an echo of it. So she'd accepted, knowing that despite his reputation, Rabastan Lestrange hadn't hurt her while she'd worked for him before. One client was better than many, if it paid the bills- and she didn't even have to pay any bills, actually. She didn't worry about money or anything like that, she just asked and she got it. At the beginning, she'd been hesitant, she'd been distant, but now they were comfortable. She had become his mistress, of sorts. If it could be called that. Some people would, things were starting to get close to that territory. It wasn't something she'd ever considered possible even a handful of years ago. Not when her family had still been alive, not when she'd been working in Knockturn Alley, and not when she'd worked for Lady Mel. This was so far out of the realm of expected that... it was surprising how normal it seemed to her.
She was comfortable where she was, perhaps she could even say that she was happy. It had been years since she'd felt happy, though, and she was still taking the elixir, so it was hard to tell. Not too much, she wasn't being indulgent. She took a bit in the morning and it kept her stable throughout the day. Mostly, though, she felt good. She was reading more, she went to yoga and the spa, she ate good meals and at the right times. Her days were calm, peaceful, and full of Anya just reading and lounging about and doing things she liked. Like taking long bubble baths while taking notes or listening to music. Then, at the end of the day, Rabastan would often come and spend the night. Sometimes he came in the afternoons, when the Ministry wasn't too busy and he just had to do paperwork. She liked that better than spending the day by herself. Ori was a lovely elf and she had plenty of good stories to tell, but she wasn't the company Anya often wanted. Occasionally she'd go out and have tea or coffee with a friend or something, Jules or Ivan, Addison or Lola. She still preferred it when they spent their afternoons together, each of them doing their own thing, until they fell into bed after dinner. It was a strangely normal dynamic, which people would not expect if anyone were to find out. But that was the point, nobody would. Anya was a lover while he was courting someone else, a pureblood woman that could be by his side during public functions. She didn't mind, she was happy where she was, that wasn't a world she had ever wanted to enter.
Today, Rabastan had come before dinner, which was nice. Not too long, but enough. Anya liked to have dinner with Ori, usually, but the elf had said something about visiting Eri while they were eating. Which was fine with her. Ori could come and go from her room -yes, Anya had given her a room. She had two empty ones so why not?- whenever she pleased. She'd come back by the time they were done, anyway. It wasn't too late, the clock on her wall said only about eleven or so, but they were already in her room. Well, there had been some fun, after all. Now, though, she was over at the other side of the room, by the mini-bar she kept there. Yes, yes, she knew there was no need for a robe, but Ori had charmed it with warmth spells and the cool air on her back always made her shiver. So there actually was need for a robe. "Have you ever had a mojito, my lord? I've only ever seen you drink whiskey and wine. Such formal drinks." She made great drinks and sometimes, it was nice to have one in the afternoon while reading. Fresh, sweet drinks with that tang of lime. Her favourite. So she came back with two glasses and handed Rabastan one, using her newly freed hand to cast away the robe and slip under the sheets. "Finding limes is such a pain, this time of year."
She was comfortable where she was, perhaps she could even say that she was happy. It had been years since she'd felt happy, though, and she was still taking the elixir, so it was hard to tell. Not too much, she wasn't being indulgent. She took a bit in the morning and it kept her stable throughout the day. Mostly, though, she felt good. She was reading more, she went to yoga and the spa, she ate good meals and at the right times. Her days were calm, peaceful, and full of Anya just reading and lounging about and doing things she liked. Like taking long bubble baths while taking notes or listening to music. Then, at the end of the day, Rabastan would often come and spend the night. Sometimes he came in the afternoons, when the Ministry wasn't too busy and he just had to do paperwork. She liked that better than spending the day by herself. Ori was a lovely elf and she had plenty of good stories to tell, but she wasn't the company Anya often wanted. Occasionally she'd go out and have tea or coffee with a friend or something, Jules or Ivan, Addison or Lola. She still preferred it when they spent their afternoons together, each of them doing their own thing, until they fell into bed after dinner. It was a strangely normal dynamic, which people would not expect if anyone were to find out. But that was the point, nobody would. Anya was a lover while he was courting someone else, a pureblood woman that could be by his side during public functions. She didn't mind, she was happy where she was, that wasn't a world she had ever wanted to enter.
Today, Rabastan had come before dinner, which was nice. Not too long, but enough. Anya liked to have dinner with Ori, usually, but the elf had said something about visiting Eri while they were eating. Which was fine with her. Ori could come and go from her room -yes, Anya had given her a room. She had two empty ones so why not?- whenever she pleased. She'd come back by the time they were done, anyway. It wasn't too late, the clock on her wall said only about eleven or so, but they were already in her room. Well, there had been some fun, after all. Now, though, she was over at the other side of the room, by the mini-bar she kept there. Yes, yes, she knew there was no need for a robe, but Ori had charmed it with warmth spells and the cool air on her back always made her shiver. So there actually was need for a robe. "Have you ever had a mojito, my lord? I've only ever seen you drink whiskey and wine. Such formal drinks." She made great drinks and sometimes, it was nice to have one in the afternoon while reading. Fresh, sweet drinks with that tang of lime. Her favourite. So she came back with two glasses and handed Rabastan one, using her newly freed hand to cast away the robe and slip under the sheets. "Finding limes is such a pain, this time of year."