Stella and Owlanon part 2

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #721
part 3: h ttps://pastebin.com/uxRZXMye
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Alright, let's see if I can continue the tale of Stella grming Owlnon. It've been ears since I've written anything of this caliber, so sorry in advance for potential dissapointments.
[Anyway, Here's Wonderwall]

Previously: h ttps://pastebin.com/irf4Y6gY

>It had been a few weeks since Stella had first gotten the idea of grming Owlnon.
>In that time, She had gotten hold of a private detective to break into the I.M.P office to search their documents for previous clients and targets.
>Infuriatingly, it seemed as if this Blitzo was as haphazard with his paperwork as he was with everything else in his life.
>It would take weeks, if not months, to go through all the scrippled ramblings, slogan-ideas, advertising-schemes and accompinaying drawings that made up his documentation style.
>The only useful documents were those filed by his employee "Moxxie".
>She would get another detective to get started on scooping up the hell-sent targets from his reports while the first detective would start deciphering Blitzo's mess (It had better bring results, he was paid by the hour!).

>Meanwhile, Stella would get to work on Owlnon.
>Her plan was in influence Owlnon so that he would begin to trust her more, and start to distance himslf from his father. Easier said than done, considering he was the type to take both perspective into consideration.
>To achive this, she had purposely tried to reel in her outbursts and anger when he tried to mediate during fights, so that he would see her as more approachable.
>Intention was to make her seem more like the victim here, and Stolas as the selfish bastard.
>While a slow process, she beleived that it was starting to work, as Owlnon had started to lent her his time and ear more often.
>It was how they were now sitting on the balcony overlooking the garden, having a cup of (honey-sweetened) tea.
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(Apparently the links to the previous part dosn't work, and I'm too retrded to understand what I do wrong. Help would be appreciated).

>Stella took a sip of her cup. "It is so nice to just relax with a cup of tea with you, Owlnon. I'm sad to say that it is a rare pleasure these days."
>Owlnon, who had his fathers extra set of eyes and a near-white/greyish coat of feathers, drank from his own cup.
>"I will admit that the past few months have been... less than quiet," he stated, "but I'm surprised that you wouldn't be enjoying your tea more often as a result."
>Stella grinds her teeth as images fill her mind. "That was the case, until a certain imp fell into my CAKE and ruined my TEA-PARTY with the Duchess." She said, more harshly than intended.
>"Ah." Owlnon answers. Stella winched, she didn't intent to snap at him. She really did need to reel in her anger more if this was going to work.
>"I'm sorry Owlnon, I did not mean to bite at you. It's just... he ruined one of my quiet pleasures here in life and my main way of de-stressing."
>She continues under her breath behind the rim of her cup "Besides, it's not like your father tries to help me de-stress anymore."
>Owlnon made no indication as to whether he heard that or not. Stella continued as if she had said nothing.
>"Let that be a lesson for you Owlnon, unfaithfulness is rarely kept a secret and it hurts everyone in its vacinity."
>"I will keep that in mind mother."

>"I know you will, you are a good and honourable young man." She non-chalantly added; ´"Your future wife will feel safe with that knowledge."
>Owlnon gives her a nod and a chuckle. "Still some years into the future, I'm not looking for someone just yet. Want to focus on other matters first."
>Stella gives him a look "Oh~? I could help arrange a meeting between you and a young noble lady, casually ofcourse. I hear that the Dutchess' youngest have been giving you her eyes at the last function at their estate."
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>Owlanon huffs "That's because I got the last piece of cake. And no offense mother, but I would prefer if you did not try and arrange a marriage for me. It's not like it seems to work fo-"
>He stops in his tracks as he looks at her wide eyed, as a prey suddenly standing face to face with a predator. Stella knew why, he was afraid that he had accidentally pried into a fresh wound.
>Luckily she was all to eager to use the opportunity than to let it annoy her.

>"You mean, like me and your father?" She finished his thought. He nods shamefully.
>Stella sighs. "I can see why you would think that, but make no mistake, arrange marriages are safer for gentry like us. When you're rich hot and of a good name like us, there's a lot of dangers in 'falling in love' unplanned. There are many that would take advantage of that, of our feelings and blind unshackled emotion. Especially among the plebeians."
>Owlanon thinks about it with a frown. "I would say that that goes for the nobility as well. From what I've seen, there's plenty who try and leach their way into more power and wealth."
>"That is true, which is why it's usually best to keep it inside the family." She adds, allowing the last point to linger for emphasis, as well as to plant the idea in his head.
>"But remember Owlnon, we live in a hierarchy, from the Magnes and down to the lowliest Hellhound mutt. The distance between us nobles is far less than the distance between, say, a noble and an imp. As a Consequence, you can trust the imp to always seek to benefit themselves by taking advantage of the nobility. It is just the nature of things."
>"I'm not sure I agree," Owlnon comments, "I'm sure that genuine love can happen regardless of class."
>Stella snarls as she puts down her cup a bit more aggressively than intended.
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>"Oh suuuuure, and that imp your father fk does it for the 'love', right? You've seen the advertisement on the television, you've seen the book he uses. You really think that IMP would have approached your father if were NOT to his advantage?!"
>She stands up from the table, the porcelain clattering dangerously.
>"He manipulated your father into handing over a family heirloom in return for regular CHEAP FKS! His business is build upon what he gained from STOLAS. AND LOOK WHAT THAT IMP HAVE DONE TO OUR FAMILY IN RETURN! Your sister is withdrawn and rarely shows herself anymore, my peace and trust is broken, you're caught in the middle trying to keep the pieces together - AND STOLAS KEEPS INVITING THAT FING IMP INTO OUR HOME, INTO OUR BEDROOM, FING ON MY BED!!"
>She was about to lunge her teacup over the balcony when she finally noticed the scared look on Owlnon's face. Taking some moments to forcing herself to calm down, she soon sat down with a sigh.
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>"Love may exist Owlnon, but the longer the hierarchical-distance is between two partners, the more likely it is that the lower class is using the higher class for their personal gain. The safest approach is to keep such matters close and closed. That's why marrying inside the family is so common among us nobles, and why shielding ourselves with formalities. It's not just to maintain power, but to protect ourselves."
>She looks up at him. "Family is not just the glory of the dynasty, it's the trust and love between its members. I may not be as... emotionally available as your father, but that does not make me emotionless. I try to better the family, to keep you all safe and protected, now and in the future. Is that so wrong?"
>Owlnon looks at her for a few moments before he slowly reaches across the table and takes her hand in his. "Of course not, mother. I think that you're trying your est job protecting our name and happiness."
>Stella's chest warms upon hearing his words. The colder, calculating side of her works to keeps down a growing smile. "Thank you Anon, it is nice to hear that from you. It is nice to know that, at least one of you can see the value of what I do. It makes me feel... Safe."
>Owlnon lean forward. "I'll try to help where I can. I'm sure that, given time, a solution will be found that all of us can be happy with."
>The smile on her face finally shows, though form Owlnon's perspective, it seems meek yet hopeful. "I'm certain that with your help Owlnon, it will be."


So that's the end of the second story. Not much going on, but if you're hoping and waiting for the lewds, then sorry, nothing here. The next stories however will probably have some.
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good sht
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>I hear that the Dutchess' youngest have been giving you her eyes at the last function at their estate."
"Mother she's 12."
>"And? You just have to wait six years then."
Reminder that arranged marriage suck