Caiden.

No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don’t

[agameofkings]

oliviaxsantos:

What his plan was for the night, Olivia tried not to think about it as she walked along his side, letting him lead the way out. As they walked, she took in her surroundings, trying to get a grasp on it just for future reference. “I highly doubt that you’re cooking will be any worse than the food they just tried to give me to eat,” She replied with a soft laugh, tucking her hair back behind her ears, taking a few quick steps to catch up with him and keep up with him. Not sure how all of this worked, where he’d be taking, she was taking in everything her eyes fell on but also tried to stay present in their conversation. “I realize we were never introduced. I’m Olivia, if you were wondering.”

When they had arrived at the front desk there was a questioning look exchanged between him and the guard there - to which Caiden simply shook his head and continued on. Rounding back to the conversation, his cooking wasn’t exactly bad. The man didn’t like enough people to rely on them to feed him a decent meal, so the years had forced him to learn the skill just like any other. Her name was taken in turn. “Olivia, I’m Caiden.” He Offered in way of introduction as he stepped up to the front door, holding it open and gesturing her through with a single hand. “The only rule is don’t act like an asshole and I won’t be forced to treat you like one, which I think is simple enough.”

[agameofkings]

raphaelcolt:

he’s sitting, close by to a training arena, or what he assumed to be one— he’s never quite been to this part of the island, but first time for everything. it wasn’t as bad as he thought, and even if it was he could handle it. ayda had sat him down, which was something he was grateful of, in that sometimes she asked if he’d be okay with certain things. not a luxury he’d been afforded for a long time. she was always making it better, always making him happy that she was the one who had claimed him  ;  not that he ever had a doubt that she had been his favorite since he’d first wandered into her office. you seem like you know your way around a fight, head tilts, a shrug is given, “i’m alright,” in his mindset now he wasn’t one to brag, and it wasn’t good for him in towns that held almost sanctuary to supernatural beings to tell them, he’d been trained in the art of killing them. then the question at the end pulls a smile and a wrinkle of his nose out, “no weapons?”

“Keep the modesty, it throws them off.” There was something about their first interaction that had left an evident impression on Caiden. He could tell the fight was there somewhere, even in just the way the wolf had handed the broad sword. Sometimes, it was better to allow aggression to rear it’s ugly head in the relative safety of the circle instead of somewhere else where it wasn’t quite as monitored. He’d seen it before in others, the failed attempt at killing something that had become a part of them. This was different, they appreciated the art - the sport. “No weapons.” Repeated with a nod of his head, wiping forehead with the back of his hand in an attempt to keep most of the blood from touching features. “You get the final say though, so what’s it gonna be, yes or no?”

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lxndlocked:

she’d found things became far easier with him when she decided to stop trying to figure it out - what this was. her mind worked better when it was free to focus on what was going on in front of her, like the river. like this box of doom. she made her way back to him, hurrying without letting her feet break into a run, and when she handed the vial over to him, she took position behind him once more, just at his side. “Is it like… bad-bad?” she wanted to see what he was doing, wanted to know what he was saying, but the naiad knew better than to interrupt magic. so she stood, quietly for once, fingers intertwined in the fabric of his shirt.

Bad bad was certainly one way to describe it. He had known it was coming, something sent as a reminder of a debt he’d owed. It was because she’d been there so often, so frequent. The scarred reminder of the reason he’d lost control the last time, probably the one reason he always would. As it turned out, Caiden always had a line and it began and ended with her. He’d finished with the magic easily, a routine almost before kicking at the box with booted foot - almost as if expecting a reaction. “Could always be worse.” Honest, grounded answer before a slightly bittersweet laugh. “I don’t think someone’s very happy with me, but Little do I intend to let you fall victim to that.” Reassured, turning to face her. It was as close to a vow as he’d make, eventually learning to open up, to give something for her to take, after all these years they’d spent dancing around one another.

[agameofkings]

oliviaxsantos:

Maybe she should have realized this truth the moment she was placed into this cell, but for someone reason, everything else had been on the forefront of her mind except that one thing. It felt impossible, that was likely why the thought never occurred to her. “Yeah, I guess,” She gave a shrug to her shoulders as he waved the guard down and he told her he’d get her some better food. “Really?” Her eyes brightened up, stepping back from the cell bars for a second, pausing as the guard opened up the door. She hesitated to step out, wondering if he was going to expect something from her since he was letting her out and offering her better food than the stuff on her tray on the ground in her cell. But deciding it was worth it to her, she walked forward, glancing around a bit now that there was nothing between them. “Thanks for this..Go ahead and lead the way.”

“Really.” He repeated her words without hesitation, knowing that if she lingered too long he would easily revoke the invitation. He had patience for some, but it was earned and this was something completely different. After all, some of them were more worthwhile when they were new - they hadn’t had time to find a loyalty, to make the mistake of trusting the wrong one. He needed a few more for his purpose, regardless of what the administration might do if they found out about it. He scoffed to himself before turning back to the girl. “Don’t thank me, you may be disappointed by my cooking later.” 

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oliviaxsantos:

“Wait. Really? So against my will someone can just come in and have me however they want?” Olivia felt like she’d been stopped dead in her tracks at the thought of it. The realization that choices had been taken from her along with her powers struck her hard. Watching him with a creased brow, she gave a small nod to her head, taking his advice to heart. She hated that she would have to come to grips with being at this low of a level just to make sure she got decent food and other things. “Okay, yeah…Thank you for the advice,” Olivia finally replied, shifting where she stood, not even sure what to do with herself now, still not hungry enough to eat the gross food on her tray.

He was surprised that this fact seemed to have just occurred to her even having been here a short time. It was usually the point of contention, besides the intrusion of the rune. A shrug of those shoulders was the only thing she would get in the way of sympathy or even an apology. As far as he was concerned, this was the way it had been for centuries, there was no changing it. No reason to change things when you were comfortable on his side of the line. “Don’t thank me, no one wants to hear their fucked in both the figurative and possibly literal sense.” Offered a laugh before motioning to the guard. “Come with me, well get you something to eat that apparently does not bring back cafeteria nightmares.”

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oliviaxsantos:

The way he spoke made it seem like even though she was the one locked up in the cage, she held some power. How? She had yet to become aware of it. But if there was a way for her to better her situation or even get out of this cage, Olivia would do it. She was not accustomed to living like this. She couldn’t imagine anyone was that had been left down here in these cages. “I know I am.” The words were spoken as a fact, sounding rather proud coming out of her mouth. “And how would I do that? Shake my ass and offer myself up for anyone who wants it?” Her brow quirked, having heard enough from the other slaves to understand what was expected of her here in this position. If she wanted out, wanted better food, she would have to get on the good side of a Master or Mistress and that was something that Olivia still wasn’t sure about. And yet, if she got hungry enough, she could see that becoming a very viable option for her.

“You’re very being here is all the offer they need.” He was all about transparency in the moment, of the belief that she’d need to know just what the gravity of the situation was. Choice had been taken the minute that rune had stripped powers, a fact that some seemed to forget. Shrugging again, he reached a hand up to let fingers comb back through mess of blond. “Listen, pay attention, follow the rules. It’s not always about how you fuck, sometimes it’s about not making yourself known as a pain in the ass.” Offered advice he sometimes knew to be true, more value in a slave that didn’t spend all their time fighting against everything but instead at least attempting to play along long enough to earn themselves some trust.

[agameofkings]

oliviaxsantos:

“I guess you’re right about that. Much rather eat this on my own than have it force-fed to me, but still. I’m not hungry enough right now to even attempt trying to swallow that down,” She pointed at the piece of meat that looked more like burnt cardboard with a look of distaste on her face. “I think silver linings are a thing of the past right now. Nothing about this situation seems good.”

“Can’t say you’re not right.” He was logical if nothing else. Whatever had landed her in that cage was probably not welcomed nor invited. Most didn’t find themselves there by their own doing, at least. Broad shoulders shrugged at the sentiment, not bothering to fight it really. “But it is what you make it, or it can be. Guess it really depends on what you’re willing to do about it.” Freedom was out of the question for the most part, but there were certain benefits to be had if you played your cards right. After all, some of them seemed to thrive there more than they ever had on the outside.

[agameofkings]

oliviaxsantos:

Glancing up to the male who made it sound like she didn’t even have the right of a decent meal now that she was in the cage, it rubbed her the wrong way, hating that this was her reality now. Going from being respected and pampered, having all luxuries at her fingertips to this? It was devastating to her. “So they would let me starve to death if I choose not to eat it? I doubt it. If ‘they’ wanted me dead, I would be dead, right?” Her fork continued to play with the piece of meat on her tray, pushing it around, not hungry enough to force herself to eat it.

“No you’re right.” He’d concede in a way to the sentiment that she was trying to convey. “But I do believe the better option is to eat it yourself rather then have them do that for you too.” He’d seen it too many times before, clearly well versed in the claims department. Caiden had been around for too long, sometimes it was a blessing, others a definite curse. “Silver linings, I suppose.”

[hansenacademy-hq-deactivated201]

“Is this really—” She began, looking down at the plate of food place in front of here that was called supper. “This isn’t really what I’m expected to eat, am I?” Olivia said to whoever was around that would listen and could respond as she used the plastic fork to poke at was supposedly a piece of meat that was to be her meal for the night.

[agameofkings]

While he was more than well aware that she probably wasn’t talking to him specifically, this was the answer she would get regardless. Stoic features directed attention to the new face, eyes wandering before nodding. “Would you prefer nothing? I’m sure their open to the option of saving the effort all together.” Funny how they always seemed to think they were entitled to the basics, or even luxuries when in truth, the Cavae owed them nothing. “But I hardly suggest it.”

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lxndlocked:

it did come off as harsh, but even without explanation given, letta assumed there was meaning behind it. he wasn’t harsh to her for the sake of being harsh. she had moved herself behind him, or rather, beside him and one step back - giving her the ability to still use him as a shield if need be. with his words, she looked up at him, blinked, then looked back to the package before he was waving her off. she hesitated, only for the sake of not wanting to leave him alone with whatever this was but, her feet were moving before she could have really stopped them. fingers had reached, grazed against his arm, a silent be careful before he was out of reach and she was moving for the house.

He could feel her concern before she’d ever touched him, a simple comfort that spoke volumes to the bond that had been fostered over the past few years - but especially lately. He’d finally managed to stop running from whatever the pull was, instead giving in and running toward it. Delicate dance, this one. Attention turned to take the bottle, twisting off the cap with a heavy sigh before he was pouring the contents over the mystery package - mumbling a few words too old for ever her to understand.

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dxmonicpaws:

walking, it was a strange concept even when he was back to a black dog form still feet had carried him and here he stood. kaine is not sure if the other sent for him specifically— there hadn’t been too too many masters or mistresses popping in…. and two hours, one hour intervals was not easy to get indepth interactions with his fellow slaves  ;  one could hope it would get better after all. hands raise on either side, smile gracing his features, “yeaup, here I am. to what do I owe this pleasure?”

He didn’t stop the inspection of the blade just because the other had finally decided to make an appearance. Instead, finger continued refined journey, eyes not even bothering to lift this time as he’d speak. “Your people.” Pause. “The followers, you know. What else did they believe in, other than you?”

[xdaddysgoodboyx]

Suck, sweetheart. -L

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erriccc:

Eric paused before chuckling to himself. “Uh, I can’t say that I do.” But it didn’t take him long to put two and two together. The other was a master. Eric was a slave. “Right, you need to do something. Just say the word.” He smiled, ready for anything. “I’m Eric, by the way.” Eric was a friendly individual. Always happy and welcoming, always trying to make sure others felt the same. 

He seemed to register the situation relatively quickly which earned a nod of approval. Typically, he’d assume that most of them were sent out with motivation that was particularly sexual in nature however, Caiden didn’t currently require such services. “Okay, Eric. You may call me Sir, starting now until I tell you otherwise. Now, what are you?”

[agameofkings]

erriccc:

“What do you mean?” He asked curiously, unsure if he’d interrupted something. Should he apologize? He decided against it for now. Eric looked over at the blade, then back to the other man. “What’s going on?” 

“Oh so you don’t know what they’ve sent you for?”  Questioned with more than his fair share of amusement, head craned to the side a bit. The look on his face was confusingly appealing, courtesy of god kissed good looks. Hands finally halted their work, attention fully centered on the boy.

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lxndlocked:

fingers pulled back the moment she heard his tone, not the words. they hadn’t even registered yet, which may have been evident in the look of confusion she wore as she looked up at him. her mouth opened, fingers still itching at the pull to unwrap, but they came closed and she finally brought that gaze up to him. “What is it.” it was discomfort she felt, the almost crawling sensation taking over the curiosity she just felt moments ago. a discomfort brought by his tone mostly, but also the possibilities of what could have brought it on. it wasnt a normal tone, not one she heard often, if at all. which meant there was no room for error. so she moved, stepping from the thing and moving closer to him.

He realized the severity of tone - it had been called into play for a reason, but without explanation it probably came off as entirely too harsh. There was a pause for a second, rolling of neck on shoulders in an attempt to find footing, return to the even keel for her benefit and ignore the worry that was still steady creeping and crawling underneath skin. “Nothing good.”  Eyeing the package like it would be moving toward them any minute, but luckily it didn’t. Instead, hand waved back toward the house. “Give me a minute, bring me the little vial that’s sitting on the window sill in the kitchen.”  Pause. “Please, the glass is green.” 

[wgreros]

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@lxndlocked

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