Vincent Collins

Seeing the male taking his clothes off and putting his clothes back in his cell, he smiled wide and he ran his hand over the slave’s abdomen. “Well.. We have a sexy slave hidden in here, don’t we?” He asked as he smiled across at the male in front of him. “Got a name? Or do I need to call you sexy all night? Because I know I could do that if need be.”

“I was just admiring the way you were swimming,” WooJin said honestly. “I do like to see the human form glide through water. You do it pretty well,” he said, shamelessly looking over the water as it dripped from his body. “You’re in good shape too, have to admit that is pleasing to the eye. If you were to guess what I needed help with, or based on how I look, what would you assume I’d need help with that you’d be able to provide?”

open to: slaves or surrounding masters if you can make it work

Arsirth walked through the slave corridors and he looked left to right as he examined each slave that was in their cell. He had a guard following him for when he found the slave that he was looking for. He smirked when he looked over at a slave that caught his attention. He looked at him and knew that he would have a good time with the slave. He told the guard to open the door and he yelled loudly at the slave who was on the cell floor. “Get up, now!” He yelled as he looked at him. “I’ve got a lot for you to do, slave.”

He waited for the slave to stand up before he grabbed him by his arm. “Clothes off, now.” He said, letting him go so that he could take his clothes off right int he cell. “You’re gonna walk through the corridors without any clothes on. Everyone here si gonna see your pathetic ass walking through here naked.” he hissed at him. 

He’d been working out, yet again. Vincent was probably doing it more often now than he had outside but it was somewhat cathartic in all honesty and people seemed to like his body as it was. He paused when he was yelled at though, pushed up, though he was quick to stand up.

Glad for the self control that kept his face passive, even though internally an eyebrow wanted to quirk itself, Vincent quickly stripped out of his clothes. The nudity really didn’t bother him – he wasn’t particularly keen on Levi seeing what was happening but he genuinely couldn’t care less about his body being on display. It was how he’d made his money, after all. Plus, whatever confidence he lacked about certain things, he knew his body was anything but pathetic.

“Yes, Sir.” He responded calmly after placing his clothes neatly on the bed, waiting for an indication of whether he should walk at the front or behind the Master.

WooJin hadn’t spent a lot of time around humans so he was eager to see a few on their own. Spotting one swimming he stood there, arms crossed over his chest. He was watching him and how he went through the activity. So far it seemed normal but if it were an elf they would have been much faster and little more graceful. Still the human seemed to be lost in the repetition of doing laps so he just let him keep swimming, waiting for the male to come to a stopping point.

It took a little while before the sensation of eyes on him pierced through the fog of his feelings. But when it did, he surfaced at the shallow end of the pool so he could stand, turning towards the man watching. “Um.. I’m sorry Sir, can I help you?” He asked.

“Favors.” The dragon smiled, it was always good to have some of these. He licked his lips shortly, feet moving through the water some. “Swimming is a great exercise. I come here too, when running gets boring.” Eron was smiling softly. “No, please stay. The pool is big enough for the both of us.” His eyes were glowing warmly. “What do you say, I warm up some and then, we have a little race? I like competition, it helps challenging yourself.” He was smirking. The towel he had wrapped around his neck was tossed aside before he sank into the pool, letting out a soft noise.

He paused, droplets of water racing down his body, as Eron said to stay. Vincent lowered himself back into the water and laughed, “I don’t know if I could be considered competition to you, Sir but I don’t mind a race.” Hopefully he hadn’t lost any of his focus now that he’d been drawn out of his distractions and was faced with – well he wasn’t really a client but Vincent’s brain still thought that way. He tipped backwards and floated comfortably to allow the dragon some time to warm up.

“You’re fast.” The dragon was standing by the side of the pool, eyes on the male that had just stopped swimming and that for sure had assumed he was alone. “I don’t see anyone else here.. no guard? Eron took a seat, legs now hanging in the water, glowing eyes focused on the human. There was no supernatural scent coming from the male, that also had him assume that this man was a slave. “I think you may have to work on your breathing though.” He didn’t want to seem like a creep, but then, he hadn’t really imagined to meet someone else this late by the pools. “Did you manage to sneak away some?”

He paused midway through slicking his hair back to look for the owner of the voice. Given there was only one option, it didn’t take long. “Thank you, Sir. And no – I’ve earned some favours, I suppose. Or maybe trust is more like it. So when I finished work I was allowed to swim.” Vincent waded over to the edge, planting his hands on the edge so he could rise out of the water. “Did you want the pool to yourself, Sir?”

With the rain falling hard, most people would have been afraid to catch a cold - but not Xeren. Immune to the cold, he received his coin from a jailer that had requested he hunt down an escaped convict before he began to make his way down the street. Wearing his usual work attire, merely a small piece of armor that consisted of one full arm-length and one chest plate as well as a kilt, he seemed unbothered by the rain. But that wasn’t the case for a male he saw hiding underneath an awning, trying to keep dry. Pausing, the dragon let his gaze focus on the male, unnatural sapphire hues sizing him up. “And who left a pretty thing like you alone?”

“... I guess you could say the guards. But really, getting stuck in the rain is my own fault. I was walking back from walk, should have realised it was coming faster.” Vincent admitted, trying not to too obviously look the man in front of him up and down. “I don’t mind the rain, usually. But I don’t have any other clothes right now so I’m in for a miserable time if I get soaked, Sir.”

@menaceoftheskies + Open!

The booth the Bedwyr Coven had obtained was a peculiar one. It certainly seemed large inside that it appeared to be outside. Shelves stacked with all goods, gifts, supplies, snacks, and trinkets any magical person could need for the upcoming season. But what truly made this booth peculiar was the tall canvas tent in the back. There were no signs to indicate just what was in there, nothing to warn patrons to keep out, just an empty dark room, with icy fog spilling out from its open entrance, dissipating just a few feet beyond the threshold.

It was enchanted, yes. It was only supposed to draw those haunted by something or someone from their past, and those looking for answers that only they have within them.

Orrin watched as a man ventured into the tent, following after him just to ensure the safety of his object. It was dark, a single candelabra illuminating the small space, standing beside a tall black abyss framed in gold. “It’s a scrying mirror,” Orrin’s voice pierces the darkness. There was no reflection in the mirror, even as the witch slowly approached it, it remained an inky black. “It lets you see what you need to see, what you’re searching for, and the unseen. Such as spirits.” He paused, examining the other man’s profile. “Do you know what you are looking for? Why you were drawn here?”

The canvas tent was creepy – to put it lightly – and yet somehow he still found himself tempted in there. He only startled slightly as the Master spoke, unaware he’d been followed in when he was pulled there by a feeling. “Spirits?” He asked sceptically, “I’m hardly searching for spirits.”

Why was he drawn here? Maybe that had to do with the heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach. But that was due to his own failings, certainly he wasn’t looking for any answer when he knew that he’d screwed up. And he doubted any mirror could give him reassurance that he hadn’t totally screwed Levi’s life right up. Arguably their lives were screwed up anyway with the way things had been even on the outside but he couldn’t protect his brother while he was here.

He certainly wasn’t going to tell this man that he had a brother, if that was even the thing he was supposedly looking for. Instead he backed up a step, not sure he wanted to know what he might see if he did actually look. “No I – I don’t think I’m the person you wanted.”

“Of course you can. Everyone compares them selves to others. I am sure you do it all the time. You are just trying to be polite. Or something.” he said with a little shrug of his shoulders as he moved behind the slave, he worked well enough. “What’s your name? Not your number. Your name.” he said with a little him his head tilted to the side. 

“I suppose you’re right but I really don’t know rental numbers for us all. It’s hard to tell sometimes between free times and jobs.” He spent a lot of time out of the cell, not all of it was with a master like this. He was slightly more paranoid with the demon behind him but kept working. “My name is Vincent, Sir.”

“now you’re selling yourself for your blood? are you even getting anything out of this? this is so fucking stupid, vincent. what if one of them goes too far? you won’t even be able to stop them and no one will stop them!” levi growled out. “you’re just a human and you’re disposable.” he blinked at the other when he said it wasn’t all that bad. “they’ve got you brainwashed.” he pointed out. “and yes, semi-nice. but i’m not letting him get to me like they are to you, it’s just the truth.”

“The food is a good start. But the other payment is trust, Levi. Earning good favour in their eyes. If I’m lucky, maybe I can find ways to leverage good things for us.” Or at the least throw himself on mercies if Levi ever found himself in trouble. “Relax - there are rules about how they behave in the club. No one’s ever been too rough or drank too much and they heal me when they’re done. Honestly, despite being a little worried at first, it’s fine now. I’m not brainwashed it’s just genuinely not as bad as you think.” Truthfully it was easier than how he’d kept them afloat outside. 

Aster had no idea who was cleaning his floor. This dark haired beautiful looked almost nothing like his little Levi. Perhaps a shared physique but beyond that. He wouldn’t put them together in a family unit. Not that Levi wasn’t beautiful, this one was just beautiful in a whole other way. He watched as the pretty slave scrubbed at the floor. “So polite. I won’t even make this top hard for you.” he said with a hum as he moved his hand making wine pour itself for him. he took the glass and sipped. “So polite, and still not sniveling. Nice combination. I bet you are a popular pick.” 

Their similarities were probably more visible when they were side by side but they certainly weren’t the kind of siblings who looked particularly identical. Won’t even make it too hard for him. That was reassuring. “I can’t say how I compare to anyone else, Sir but I have kept myself fairly busy since I arrived.” He admitted, not sure it called for a response but figuring that was probably the polite thing. Especially since he kept scrubbing.

The fallen angel was in his element, a slave just being dragged away from his torture chambers, the round stone room, had several sets of chains on the walls, and at the moment one of the other slaves were cleaning up his mess. “Make sure you get the blood from between the tiles. It turns such an ugly color after about a week of being there.” he ordered as he floated around the air, picking the flesh from under his nails. “And when you are done with that you can tell Janet that my 2 o’clock is all done. He was fun, begged so pretty.” he said with a little smirk.

The blood did make him a little queasy - Vincent’s new day job dealt with blood of course but it was hardly any and it pretty much just went straight from his veins to a vampire’s mouth. He was used to plenty of other bodily fluids but still, cleaning up after bloody torture... The man was a little uncomfortable but doing well at not showing it. God he hoped this wasn’t the one his little brother had talked about. He couldn’t imagine anything good would come of that even if he planned to keep being his usual polite self. “Of course, Sir.” He replied, taking what little he had to clean with and getting on with it - trying to make sure nothing was left in the grout.

levi gave his brother a look. clearly he was trying to hide something and he wasn’t doing that good of a job at it. “what? vincent don’t make me find out by myself because if its something risky and dangerous i’m going to be annoyed.” but all his life his brother had done something risky so he should have had faith in his brothers abilites by now. “no…he was actually semi-nice. he’s the punisher…and he’s punished me before.” though the man seemed to have set him straight for awhile. 

Such sweet delights were his words of obedience; the arch of his neck, another consequence of forced servitude. “Perfect,” the demon purred in his ear. Just as he had asked for, the best of the slaves, someone who knew how to play along. “Fang bites,” he remarked softly as he licked over the spot. “Are you one of those blood sluts I’ve heard so much about?” His hand continued to work the slave’s length slowly, the sound of the lube clacking with his strokes.

“Oh no I meant like you take my job and I get to stay in my cell for the day and sleep.” he said with a laugh shaking his head. No there was no way in hell he wanted to take the other man’s job from him. Being a blood whore was not for Lysander. Not in the least. “You’re like a doll. So pretty, practically perfect.” 

Fuck, I really wanted to finish all of my replies and do more for starters but I am so fucking tired that this will have to do. 

Between having been sick for nearly three weeks, coming and going so much from the hospital in the last week (not for myself for anyone who doesn’t know) I’m just... blaaaaah. Going to the dr on Monday to try and sort myself out, fingers crossed there’s either something they can do or it’s not turned into something more serious. idk I just want this to be done with.