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Real Dolls
By : ThePhizz
Category: +S to Z > Slayers
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Prompt:

Rezo/Ozel/Eris: Flirting - Eris and Ozel have a flirting contest with Rezo.
Warnings: Eris turns out to not be so crazy after all
The fill:
She was just a doll. Some stupid doll.
There was nothing besides her appearance that spoke of any humanity. It didn’t require eating, drinking, changing clothes, smelled of absolutely nothing and spoke only when spoken to.
It held no possession of any emotion besides apathy and that dull look of duty when ordered about.
A stupid little girl doll.
All she could do was fetch things and be used as a canary was sent down mineshafts. Rezo hardly gave her a second look, and only when she brought tea was he particularly pleased with her. And that might have just as well come from anyone. He wasn’t pleased with her, just in the beverage, and there was no need to experience anything close to jealousy of the thing.
…Not that she was experiencing any envy, as clearly Rezo preferred her over any wind-up toy. She was the person he held in highest regard, that he told plans to, that was always at his side and asked her to read to him when he was too tired to use his Astral sense to make out the words. No one else ever came close to being as close to the Red Priest.
Yet.
There was something about the doll that made the white priestess suspicious. It wasn’t that she was simply creepy with her blank stare; the hours she had spent as a young teenager in Rezo’s lab had made her immune to such childish fears. No, it was something else.
Had Rezo’s closed gaze ever remained on the nameless thing for too long? Or had that just been her imagination?
Eris had a sinking sensation that she was something from the Red Priest’s past. She looked familiar somehow, like a character come to life from a book read as a child. No matter how little of his previous life before taking her under his wing, it still loomed behind him like the heavy red robe he wore. Zelgadiss, that miserable wretch, was another symbol of that.
At the sight of Eris, she didn’t even blink politely. Just stared at her with those unsettling yellow eyes.
“Rezo doesn’t need you.”
“He asked for me to refinish this wardrobe.”
Looking behind the thing for a moment, Eris took in the battered piece of furniture, and tried not to raise an eyebrow. Alright, maybe she was good for things as a servant.
But that didn’t explain why she had to take the appearance of a demure lovely young lady.
Something traitorous whispered with a twist of a smile like a knife…’was that what Rezo liked?’Old clothes still rested inside, no doubt still smelling of herbs and man.
“I was striping the wood.” She explained, still not blinking. “Does Master Rezo require something else?”
“Master Rezo already has enough assistants.” A hand on her white robed hips, leaning forward, Eris was sure she cut a strikingly intimidating sight “And the ones for menial labor should be men.”
“Does Master Rezo prefer males for stripping?”
She pointed a finger at the doll’s face. “I know what you’re doing.”

Long eyelashes fluttered downward and up again, finally.
“No more coyness with your…supposed sexuality. Master Rezo dislikes has no need for them.”
With a swish of pale fabric, Eris left the slim toy to her wardrobe and duty.
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The doll entered the room right as Rezo had finished snapping his fingers, authoritative without pushiness in a way only he could be.

Eris slowly put down her tea cup.
“Refills?”
She was dressed. Technically. She was dressed.
Only it was not in real clothes.
Red lingerie had no business not clashing with that curly hair of hers.
At Eris’s hateful, hideous glare, she still didn’t even appear fazed.
Thankfully, Rezo was still blind. He only nodded in her direction, and didn’t seem to notice when a nearly bare breast touched his arms as she poured more tea. The long, handsome face that bordered on exquisite was emotionless, as though everything was normal and fine and--“Thank you, Miss Ozel.”
For once, Eris wished that he wasn’t so polite to everyone.
“I’m pleased to be of assistance to you, Master Rezo.”
The lukewarm liquid tasted bitter in Eris’s throat.
“Is there anything other actions I can perform to satisfy you.”
If there was no chance of hitting the great sage, the priestess would have grabbed the pot of warm water, and dashed it into her face. Of course, it would probably have no affect on that thing. No, she most definitely did not want the toy getting wet.
Sometimes, all you could do was fight fire with fire. Rezo understood this, that sometimes you had to do a bad thing to defeat the enemy. What else could you do, let them win?
She untied her mantle and let the comfortable plan cape slither into the chair.
Rezo didn’t appear to notice, and instead had turned back to his desk and book with an absentminded nod. “No, that’s quite alright. Thank you.”
“You do not require another massage? I know you enjoy those, Master, while you read.”
The amber eyes meeting her own brown ones were unchallenging.
“No, I am fine.”
Eris began removing the ties to her robe, feeling already the cutting cold of this basement digging into her skin to raise goosebumps. But she could ignore it just by reminding herself of this unliving creature and where the hell had she gotten that outfit?
Zelgadiss stepped into the doorway, his ridiculous, newly affected sweater hanging off his scrawny shoulders. He gaped at them from that face too round to be directly from Rezo, and spoke of a pretty woman somewhere in the family tree with a soft expressions and no doubt curly hair. “What’s going on?”
Rezo finally looked up. “Hello, Grandson.”
“Great-grandson.” As insolent as usual.
“Yes. If you could please escort these two
Never before had Eris seen the boy’s eyes grow so wide, and the blush that spread was the final straw. She gathered her cape, and both the women left without a word. On the way to her room, to regroup and wonder, wonder, she heard the two men’s voices.
“Who were those ladies?”
"No one of any consequence. Now, it is time for your training exercises. Yes, it would be best if you remove that sweater of yours, as well as that tunic. No need to cause more sewing for the priestesses.
"In fact, it might be safer if you just removed all the loose clothing on you. And hurry, Zelgadiss, I have other things I can be doing at this moment."
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Real Dolls	By : ThePhizz Category: +S to Z > Slayers Views: 1759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Slayers and am not making any money from this.

Real Dolls