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Around six weeks had passed since Laurent had assisted in safeguarding Le Chiffre’s life, and during that time, the other man had never been too far from his thoughts.

It had been a nightmare at first, leaving him tense and anxious at work; and if his frequent cigarette breaks were any indication, he had not dealt with it well. If anyone found out, it would cost him his job. He was aware of this, and every time an agent, or security personnel entered the branch, he was gripped with panic, but it was never for him. They didn’t know.

Still, he held off extending a branch of communication for a time. The elder man was a fascination, and like a stone in his shoe, he just couldn’t ignore it. Reaching out was dangerous, but he was careful. Concealing information in broken codes which, when properly constructed, formed a temporary page revealing a number, and an email address.

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If you want to RP with me, please like this post. I will come up with some starter posts for you and your muse. OCs are always welcome. 

NOTE: You might want to specify which era within my muse(s) timeline you want to interact in… there’s a young!Tiago, young!Bardem, MI6 Era, Pre-Skyfall, Skyfall, Post-Skyfall AND Spectre eras to choose from. See here. Then of course, a group of writers and I have created an island!verse which is just family. 

P.S. If Silva is a bit too extreme (I don’t blame you) then I strongly suggest you try interacting with Tiago first - he’s much more respectable and kind-hearted. And he wants to be a good boy. 

If you’re an OC don’t expect me to spin story for you, unless there’s something about your chara that stimulates some ideas. Please note - it is tiring sometimes to carry a narrative by oneself. Give me your ideas too please.

Also, I have several RPers who I intend really want to write with at some point:

Franz Oberhauser - voyeuriist (starter is posted) Le Chiffre - blindeyedmastermind Madeleine Swann - whiteswann James Bond - 007-reporting (one can never have too many Bonds) Q - quartermasterofqbranch (ongoing fem!Silva + fem!Q thing) Assorted island!verse people - you know who you are.

ACTUALLY! I’m going to remind you all of this…

Chaos Theory - Open Thread

He switched back to English, following Hannibal’s lead. “Thank you, sir.” A trained phrase, but no less true for it. “I will learn.” At least he could be sure his language issues in speaking and listening wouldn’t be a problem, here.

He glanced away, embarrassed to have his disobedience brought to light, but the doctor didn’t seem to mind. Why not? Surely a disobedient slave was a bad thing. This man was quite mystery. “I am glad,” he finally said. Another pause, and then: “…It felt… Good, to kill him. He was not good man.” Probably better not to mention his past ‘employment’ in the area of murder. Best to keep that to himself. “Thank you for not calling police, sir.” As a slave, he could be executed immediately, should there be even shaky evidence that he’d harmed or killed someone 'above his station.’

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Basil’s new master seemed to think about the request, head tilted to the side, eyes half shut before he answered. 

“You may,” he said finally, in Russian, again. “I do not have many occasions to practice the language, myself, and so it will be beneficial for me to speak to you in your native language... However, I also expect you to keep practising English, as well.”

He leaned in, listening intently when Basil described his feelings about his now deceased master.

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“What are you–?”

[TRIGGER WARNING: slavery, slaveverse kink]

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David had never thought himself a slave owner.

And, to be honest, he was regarded as a bit of an oddball for that in his social milieu - upper middle class, successful people like himself were expected to flock to auctions like fashionistas to haute couture events - only, perhaps, with a little more discretion.

/Especially/ in his case. A man who had separated, and was now living alone in such a big house was expected to want… /Company/.

But despite all he knew, all the laws, official and unofficial, that made serving time in slavery an acceptable way for some people to clear their debts to society, and ensure a modicum of safety they might not have benefited from in other circumstances, it just didn’t seem right to him.

Still, he couldn’t deny that he had been curious, and so, when yet another invitation had been extended to him, he had RSVP’d, and now… 

Now he was driving back home, and there was a man sitting in the backseat of his car.

All because of that striking face, which had got him interested in what was going on with this particular auction in the first place… And then because he knew the man who had first expressed an interest - and he knew he didn’t want him to own anyone. Of course, he could not stop him from buying another slave… But at least, now, he had- well, he had Mr Le Chiffre .

David looked up into the rear view mirror at the man in question, who had been keeping silent the whole drive - just like he had. And he just realised that had been quite unwelcoming on his part.

He tried a smile in the little curved mirror.

“We’re almost there,” he told him. “Sorry, I’ve been a little silent… Nothing against you, I promise. Oh, here’s the house,” he said, pointing at it. A few more seconds, and he pulled into the driveway.