moved

Althorn barely lifted his gaze to the other, more than just a little bit exhausted. Quite a bit more, in fact. Since the failed assassination, he.. wasn’t treated very kindly, to say the least. And now he was constantly being watched. Maltaril was perhaps one of the few people here Althorn could say he genuinely began to like, and so he didn’t immediately snap at them. 

“Oh? I wonder why..” He huffed, quite a bit more bitter now than he was before. For more than just the obvious reasons, of course; He was playing a part before. Now, he was himself again.

*blushes and tries to act cool but fails; swoons more*

*blushes and tries to act cool but fails; swoons more*

“Listen here! If it wasn’t for you and your IDIOTIC mistake, I wouldn’t have to pay almost half a million to save your ass. So, don’t you DARE try and guilt me you little shit! I’ve done more than enough, and I need not prove myself to you!!!”

               With that little speech coming to an end, he released Althorn’s collar.

“Now MOVE! We need to return to Angbang before anyone happens to catch on to our little scheme…”

○- kiss their neck or bite them

               Melkor let out a long, exasperated sigh as he leaned over the other.

———❝Althorn………❞

               The Dark Lord leaned forward as if he just might kiss him, but the at the last second, moved over to whisper in his ear.

———❝You’re getting BITTEN.❞

               And with that, Melkor bit firmly into the side of the elf’s neck.

*slaps his ass*

*slaps his ass*

Althorn barely cared anymore about what was around him. After he’d learned that the slavers were far too used to their “merchandise” attempting to kill them and escape, Althorn gave up on trying. He let his anger burn inside of him, and instead waited, waited until he was bought to kill his buyer and escape. For the entire auction he kept his head bowed, though it wasn’t out of respect or subservience; It was merely the part he was playing. He could hardly contain his grin when he was bought, for in a matter of but a few hours, his nearly full year of captivity would end.

He was still lost in his thoughts and plans when he was suddenly forced to his knees in front of his buyer. And when the elf caught sight of blackened hands, he felt his heart stop. Forgetting everything around him, he looked up at the Vala with incredulity. Well.. he wouldn’t be killing his buyer, apparently. Althorn barely opened his mouth to speak before he was harshly kicked by a slaver, before being shouted at to remember his place. Quickly, the elf lowered his head once more, though he was seething in rage now. Had he any weapon, the man that kicked him would be dead.

               Melkor looked down at Althorn with a partially concealed scowl on his face. Yet, AGAIN this idiot managed to get himself into some trouble and yet again Melkor had to save him. This was getting much too bothersome for his liking. He would have just turned his back and left him right then and there, had he not already been stupid enough to pay the equivalent of several thousands of dollars for him to be his “slave”.

               As if he didn’t already serve him!

               Melkor shook the slave master’s hand and gave him a friendly smile, promising to make good use of his new slave.

“Come on! Get moving!”

               The Dark Vala pulled harshly on Althorn’s chains, urging him to move along so that they could leave already. He would not be held back by him, yet again…