ronan

She rolled her eyes but her expression was amused, a soft chuckle escaping her. “I’d tell ya to watch the attitude if I didn’t have the exact same one. Not a lot of ground to stand on there.” She nodded staying quiet for a long moment. “I’m glad I got an A for effort.” She couldn’t help but awkwardly joke, further evidencing her discomfort with directly dealing with emotions.

“Aw, and you know my attitude is all in good fun. I’d stop if you asked me to, you know that.” He winked, his regular peppy vibe replacing his somber mood from before. “Effort starts with an E, but sure, A for Affort.” He teased again, unable to help but laugh this time. After he’d stopped, he nudged her a bit. “By the way, you’ve got--- um--- really pretty eyes. Just noticed and thought I’d tell you.”

“Probably would make you special, still, but feeling special on my bad side doesn’t exactly come with a side of tea.” She joked, though it was true she could be a lot harsher on people who burned bridges with her. “Yeah, no problem. I’m not… I’m good with feelings, so I’m happy I could make it better.”

“That doesn’t shock me at all, grateful to be on your goodside.” He said. “However, I can’t blame you for liking me, I’m pretty great,” He teased lightly. He was glad that he’d met someone who he could sarcastically toy with. “Yeah, I get that... my parents never were, but you don’t have to be. I understand you care and it means a lot that you even attempted to cheer me up, you know?”

“Cause I could use a lil entertainment.” Quint replied, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Ya wanna act high and mighty, why dont ya fuckin grow a pair and go break it up.” He hummed. “Less ya want me to tell em ya tried to tattle….I am sure that will get em to stop fightin one another.”

It’s a warm, agreeable smile that curves the young sirens lips before she makes her way towards one of her bookshelves. Already tracing her painted over several of the vinyl discs she has there. She snaps her fingers as she picks one, sets it upband gets it playing in no time. She stops in front of Ronan, simply to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "Anything else we could do? Do you like chocolate chip cookies~?”

Once Ronan takes her hand, the mistress gives his hand a soft squeeze and offers a warm smile in turn. “Don’t mind if I do~."She returns with a hum; glad to do so,actually. The siren found that it genuinely displeased her to see the boy so down. It may not be an entirely selfless venture. All the same, it isn’t long before she’s pushing her front door open. "After you, handsome~. What kind of musing were you looking to listen to?”

Quint squeezed the arm harder, just a silent warning to the boy as he dragged him towards the fighting slaves. There had been a group that had gathered, but now that they saw the warden they backed away. Quint shoved the other towards the fight. “Break it up.” He ordered to Roan, nodding to the flurry of kicks and punches.

She nodded, watching a few bubbles rise in the water as it crept up to boiling. Handing the mug over to him, she pulled out a spoon and a couple backs of sugar out from her pocket. Of course she had paid attention, but she was really banking on him not making it too big a deal about it. She just filed the confirmation away for later. “Don’t go bragging to the other slaves that I did this, alright? I got a reputation to uphold.” An amused grin tugged on her lips.

“Oh, trust me, I wont. But mostly because if I breached your trust you wouldn’t keep making me feel so special,” He teased, getting his wits about him again once her presence and the tea had started to calm him down. “...Thank you, though. I appreciate it,”

“And yet…..here ya are. Making it ya problem.” quint replied, glancing back up at the other. He was quiet for a moment before he sighed heavily and moved to stand. “Fine.” He growled, moving towards the boy to grab at an arm, attempting to yank him along with him towards where the fighting slaves were.

“So ya walked by other guards to come and tattle?” Quint asked with a snort, glancing up at the other with an unamused look. “I aint got no issues fillin out damaged paperwork, boy. Hell way I see it if they kill each other that is a few less mouths to feed.” Quint shrugged his broad shoulders. “Go get another guard. I’m busy.”

It’s a soft, pleased smile that curves the mistresses lips then. It was a perfectly wholesome request, and it seems Olivia can be easily swayed. She slips a hand forward and extends it to him, before a little tilt of her allows honey locks to fall just into her gaze. “Oh, you sweet thing. I think I can manage that. Come with me, we’ll listen to whatever you like until your heart is content, mm? I’ve got you, love.”

The beginnings of a smile tugged on the edge of one side of Sierra’s mouth. “Sounds like just the thing for the sort of cold you have or those allergies getting to you. Gimme a couple of minutes to run down and get some.” She slipped out of his cell, breezing past the other guards. She gathered up what she needed, not bothering to heat anything up when she could do that with her hands. She muttered something about not wanting to miss lunch while dealing with a slave when another guard questioned her, and quickly made her way back to his cell. “I figure you take sugar with your tea, right? Based on your drink order.” She wrapped her hand around the mug she had filled with water to start steeping the tea.

Ronan was surprised when she obliged, but not too surprised. Mostly just glad. He gave her a soft smile before she left, making sure to finish wiping his face dry while he waited for her to come back. He clutched the pillow that was left on his little cell bed, and when she returned, he couldn’t help but feel flattered that she’d remembered that he likes his drinks on the sweeter side. Not like that was a difficult thing to remember by any means. “Yeah, I do,” He said, nodding. “I have a bit of a sweet tooth,”

“A silent sneeze that got to you so much that you’re crying? You’re not comin’ down with something are you?” She sighed as he avoided her prompting. She knew first thing about all the ways to dodge heavy conversation, but just because she could understand didn’t mean she was going to let up. “I’m sure you will. I’m… asking if you need help. Getting over it. By talking. Or we could figure out a way to distract you.”

“I-- maybe I am,” He paused, deciding to run with that. “It could be allergies. Maybe...” He trailed off, smart enough to know that she probably saw right through him, but maybe if he kept going she would accept that he wasn’t ready to talk about it. “Maybe some soup. Or tea.” He paused again. “You know, would make me feel better,” He mumbled, wiping the remaining wetness away from his eyes. 

The mistress purses her lips lightly, “Must be awfully big if I it’s nothing I can help with.” She ponders, glancing over his cell for a moment, before bright eyes fall on him again. “Anything I can do to at least cheer you up? Can’t have my favorite boy so tearful.”

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“That’s putting it lightly.” He didn’t think he’d used garbage to describe how he felt about this place. He was annoyed that he was still here, but there wasn’t much he could do. Without his powers, he couldn’t just blast his way out of here. He could barely defend himself as it was. His wings played the biggest factor in that ordeal. “What’s your deal?”

“I miss my family. And my old life. And my cat.” He said. “I don’t want to be here, I’m holding down my emotions every day just to feel like I have some sort of control. Asking someone who’s been forced into sex trafficking why they’re upset seems a little redundant,”

Olivia naturally shook her head, and clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth in equal displeasure. Pausing only to lean in the door, both of her arms crossed over her chest in the very same. “Now, now, Ro~.. I already no better than that, and I’m awfully stubborn. What ever is the matter, mm? What’s troubling you…?”

Originally posted by nataliedormersource

“Nothing,” He lied simply. He just wanted to go home, be with his family. He missed his cat and his parents, even though they were pains sometimes. “Nothing you could help with, anyways,”

Olivia made a soft little uncomfortable sound, but only in the absence of him. She stays seated on that counter top, only hopping off to adjust her dress back around soft thighs, and stretch much like a big content cat. She beams with the slaves exhale, her own nimble digits running through her hair and tucking it back behind her ear. Just to casually slip close she can slip those same fingertips back through his hair too. Just to lean so she can press an ever-so sweet kiss to a cheek, and jawline. “My words exactly. Would you like a bath~?”