#dcviilsh

It was the weekend and ironically Amelthia had utilized her free hour to pop into the library and check out a couple books. Shockingly. She’d never been much of an academic but there was something else at play within the petite slave. Her fingers were itching to swipe, to steal, the anxiety built up and she felt like she needed some kind of release. The habit was hard to quit. Soon, she found a couple of books she wanted and her eyes began to wonder, spying on the comings and goings of the busy library. Her gaze eventually settled on a handsome, devil of a man who was knee deep in research. The gentleman looked to be a man of knowledge, dedicated and serious. He also looked to be a man of status, no collar and he had ... things. 

      Belongings. 

An expensive watch, a quality leather satchel, expensive notebooks, in which he scribbled notes studiously. The thief acted casual, as if she were perusing the shelves of knowledge like everyone else but her attention stayed with the mysterious stranger, waiting for the puuurFECT time to strike!

An epiphany hit the slave and she reached for a stack of papers that the librarians had sat out, looked to be like a sort of flyer but it would work perfectly. She slipped down an aisle and came up behind her chosen target, silent footsteps falling along the plush carpet as she approached him. In a polite, jovial whisper she reached for his attention deploying the distraction. “Excuse me Sir, you dropped these!” The couple of papers were handed to him, turned upside down so he couldn’t gleam what they really were right of the bat, they were also her cover! For underneath, a sleight of hand went into play, a quick snag n’ grab and his shiny, expensive fountain pen was in her back pocket. She distracted him further with a entrancing, innocent smile and a hard to ignore doe-eyed, very sweet wink thrown right at the poor man. 

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There was a very slight chance that he might find whoever he was looking for, but Kailor had to give it a shot. Unlike his past on the island, now the professor didn’t like going to the dungeons that much. Mostly because he didn’t like the idea of starting rumors but also because he hated the idea of being that one Master to rent a slave to do their job. Still, he was proven right. The woman he was looking for wasn’t here, however… Kailor was about to walk out when a male’s voice spoke, almost making him choke on that last word, leaving his mouth. “Love, huh?” He commented as his eyes landed on the tool box with the wrench in it. “You got me wondering now, do I really sound so feminine alike when walking?”

But still he bent slightly forward, taking the wrench and handing it to the man.

Now, Ciaran hadn’t been paying that much attention to the sound of the approaching footsteps. Or admittedly even the shoes attached to them. His concentration had been mainly on his task at hand, literally. The car was just fine where it was, and he had no intention of becoming an Irish pancake. So when a male voice answered his request in such a cheeky manner, he had to let out a good-natured laugh. “Nah, it’s just an equal opportunity greeting. By no means meant in any way to question your masculinity” He joked, as long fingers closed around the needed tool.

“Cheers mate” Ciaran let out a grunt, as tightening the valve took quite a bit of his supernatural strength. This thing was in worse shape that he had thought. “So..how am I talkin’ to? Ya don’t sound or smell familiar” He asked, his voice muffled.

To @dcviilsh

Remember that late night convo we had while playing intoxicated billiards? You mentioned silk blindfolds, well I found a set and  a complimentary silk bit gag to add to the mix. The cuff-links screamed, suave Mr. Grey so there yah go. 

Happy Holidays.

P.S. Drink Me.

@dcviilsh

It was this time again and Kailor found himself in a position where he realized he hated the summer. That wasn’t the case when he was a student at the Institute but being a professor made it so much more unbearable since simple things no longer brought him joy. The second revelation he came to acknowledge today was that he probably spent way too much time diving deep into his own thoughts and that itself deprived him from new experiences. Yet it wasn’t until the night fell onto the island when he got outside.

Even now the beach was crowded but he was headed for a specific part of it; the one with the lagoon hidden behind the rocks, where he occasionally liked to have a swim. He couldn’t recall how long it was before he felt someone approaching. “Huh, I thought only I knew of that place?”

This was starting to get old.. Another night where she was exhausted yet couldn’t sleep, her body wired to the point where nothing seemed to relax her. It had been going this way for a few weeks now, to the point where Qhuinn was sure that things were starting to become noticeable. Jason suspected something, she was sure of that. Quinten may too, now. But she carried on, trying different things to see what helped. A hot, relaxing bath had produced nada that night, so she decided to wear herself out with something tried and true: a run along the beach.

Shifting even seemed to take ages, but finally she was on four paws and headed towards the ocean. With no real direction in mind, she ambled on, soon finding herself near the lagoon that she had Jason had discovered years ago. And whoops...it was occupied. ‘Oh..sorry’ Qhuinn projected softly, pausing with one snowy foot poised in the air. ‘My friend and I found it a few years ago. It’s nice, isn’t it?’

“Damn. Yes, please.“

Once Kailor had gain control over his empathic abilities, emotions rarely got to him. However, there were some who managed to hit him harder; emotions like extreme anger or… fear managed to slip past his guard. They lured him towards the source or rather it was his curiousity, which got the best of him, leading him towards the source. With his face distorted from the despair he was currently experiencing, the young man appeared younger to the professor; way younger than someone attending the Institute, if it were a normal school. However, he never knew the true purpose of the place, aside from the very obvious one; he never knew whether it was meant to offer education to undergraduates or lower.

“Are you okay?” The necromancer carefully approached, cursing at himself for asking such a stupid question when clearly the boy was in distress at the moment. “Tell me, how did you end up here?”

The sound of someone else talking to him drew Alfie’s attention and looking at the man beyond the bars he wiped at his eyes quickly, trying to hide the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. He didn’t need to look weak- not now, not in front of someone who didn’t have a collar around their neck. 

“I got sent here,” Alfie admitted. “’Stead of going to jail they sent me here, to- I dunno, fulfill my potential. Bunch of shit,” he turned his head as he looked down at the ground, one hand still gripping the collar around his neck, but limp, like he had given up, which he definitely had not done. 

@dcviilsh

It had been one of   those   days...

and to make matters worse the heat on the island was sweltering with a oppressive humidity. Hennessy sough out refuge from the suns onslaught by ducking into some dive ass bar, a large hand pressed against an old rickety door that creaked when it swung open. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to  the ambience of the place but what he saw he liked, especially the lack of boisterous, obnoxious crowds. He moved like an inky shadow through the dimly lite establishment making a quick beeline to the bartender and mulling over his poison of choice. Definitely -not- Hennessy. “Jack Daniels, on the rocks please and thank you.” His order falling from his lips while he leaned against the counter, relaxing just a touch before his drink was placed in front of him with record timing.