behind the sea

RE: behind the sea (open)

Emilio brushed the bloodied hair away from Leo's face, only ending up smearing more blood everywhere. Grimacing, he wiped his hands on his pants, ignoring the fierce little growls coming from Leo. The boy passed out again quick enough, and Emiliano took that as a good time to pick him up and take him back to bed, before he woke up and could feel them walking. If he had broken his ribs, he wouldn't appreciate being jolted around by footsteps. Thankfully, he was pretty light, and Emilio clutched the boy gently to his chest, nudging open the door to the small galley bedroom. His bed was the main centrepiece, beautiful red satin sheets and a glossy black duvet. He made sure to impress those that were lucky enough to make it to this stage. However, he didn't think he would have ever needed to knock someone out to get them here. They usually came willingly enough on their own.

Untying his wrists, Emiliano retied his little creature, once wrist to a different bar on the headboard. Emilio made sure that he wasn't spread too far apart, but just far enough so that if he struggled, he would find resistance. Fetching a damp washcloth, Emilio hovered over Leonardo, gently wiping away the sweat and blood. "Nenhum. Você está bem?" Emilio frowned at the boy's wishes to die. This was far too good a paycheck to just murder. A large bruise was already spreading on Leonardo's chest, and Emilio gently laid his hand on it. He probably had ice in the icebox, and trotted to the corner of the room with the tiny refrigerator. A small generator below powered the small electrical needs on his ship, and times like these, he was very grateful. A small bag of ice later, Emilio sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping another towel around the bag and nestling it into Leo's side. "Faminto?"

Emilio heaved a soft sigh, a gentle smile appearing at his irritated expression. Now that Leo was tamed for the most part, he was kind of cute, all spread out on the bed. Emiliano assumed that this meant his chances of getting laid were little to none by now, unless he took the boy by force. That really wasn't his style, though. He preferred it when people begged for him, rather than begging for an escape. "What you want?" He had fish in the freezer, too, he wondered if Leo would consider eating if he could make it smell enough. You can't ignore the urge to eat forever, especially if there was something good in front of your nose.

"Well. You stay there and rest. I'm hungry." Pulling up a blanket over the naked boy, Emilio smacked a wet kiss on Leo's forehead with an evil grin. Turning away before he decided to lash out any further and hurt himself, Emilio rustled around in the cabin's refrigerator, finding a couple pieces of fish that he could fry. In the small kitchenette, an old gas stove sat. It connected to the bedroom, and Emilio made sure to turn a fan towards the bedroom, just to make sure Leo could smell it. Had he known what else a merman might eat, he would have made sure to make those smells appear too. However, fish seemed as good an option as any right now, and he turned the burners on, the loud smell of fish filling up both rooms very quickly.

From the kitchenette, Emiliano could hear a faint whine. Taking that as a sign that he was starting to feel the effects of the fish, Emilio took care to doctor his piece of cod as nicely as he could, including onions and other various smelly spices that even made his stomach growl. He hadn't thought he had been all that hungry until now, and Emilio was more than excited to show off his meal.
The fish didn't take long to cook, and it was done sooner than he had expected. Arranging it onto a plate, Emilio picked out a plastic fork before returning to his bedroom, pleased to find that the smell had wafted out satisfyingly enough.

The merman seemed to be holding his breath, and Emilio tilted his head curiously. He knew one couldn't die from holding their breath — they'd only pass out. And if he passed out, Emilio would have no qualms about dropping freezing cold water on his bare chest to wake him back up and start the process all over again. He had never had to torture someone like this before, and he was finding some kind of pleasure in watching the boy squirm. "Famintooo?" Taking a bit of fish on his fork, Emilio waved it in front of Leo's face, hoping that he would at least eat a little bit. If he didn't eat tonight, Emilio would be forced to go out and find one of those hospital food bags that kept people alive when they were in comas. Shouldn't be too expensive for him — he had found a lovely exotic snake for a local surgeon the other week. "Vir, comer. Comer ou eu vou te beijar de novo."

Emiliano could see the fear in the merboy's body language, and he felt incredibly guilty about all these events. He had always prided himself on being a savage pirate, able to smuggle everything and anything across a border, but it was different when he had to deal with an actual human-like creature. His grin returned, and despite the connotations, Emilio automatically took it as a compliment to be the person mothers hated. Setting the fish aside, Emilio kicked off his boots, crawling up to the head of the bed. "Eu sei."

The fight had been taken out of him, and Emiliano went very quiet for a moment. He felt that touching him right now would be a little too invasive, and only held the cool icebag against Leo's side. Hopefully that would take down some of the swelling. Broken ribs usually managed to heal up by themselves, one way or another.
"Sinto muito." He sat, rubbing his stubble, staring at the far wall. Ty wondered if Leo would feel better in some kind of water, or a pool. He wouldn't be able to get him to his home until morning, but he could probably ready the fishtank for tonight if he preferred.
"Você precisa de água?"

Emilio frowned at Leo's resistance, he had been hoping that Leo would be quieter by now. He was more worried about Leo hurting himself right now, and frowned at the position his arms were in.
It was starting to look awfully uncomfortable, being tied up like that. But, if he decided to keep him in the fishtank, it would be absolute Hell trying to get him back out. Emilio could just about bet that Leo wouldn't come quietly once he was back in the water. If he put him in some kind of net in the water, he would chew it through. Maybe he could find a way to transport the boy back to his shop now, and he looked at one of his empty rum barrels. A merboy could fit in there for a little bit-- it would be cramped, but he could fit.

A confident grin returned, and Emilio saluted Leo. "Aye !" He'd leave, alright, he'd leave and stuff him into that barrel until he could get him into his shop. Calling one of his local henchmen, he ordered him in quick English to prepare the largest, nicest fish tank in the least amount of time. It would have to be right by the front, so everyone could see the little man he had captured. Sure, some bleeding heart liberals would try to save him, but eventually, Emilio thought he could build a "night tank" to hide Leo from any vandals that tried to take him away. His mind worked furiously, and he smiled slyly over at his new toy, and rested a hand against his chest.
"Seja cuidadoso, pouco almôndega" Bouncing off to haul the barrel out to beside the bed, thinking whether he should boil some seawater to make it warmer for the boy. "Você gosta de água quente?"