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@alastair-quick
And through them days I was a ghost atop my chair My dad considered me a cross he had to bear And in my head I'd sing apologies and stare As my mom would hang the clothes across the line And she would try to keep the empty... from her eyes
What is it?
“Yeah, was, I guess is the right term,” though the thought of never going home wasn’t one he was willing to accept just yet. The hope faded at the information, “Can’t blame a guy for hoping,” he sighed, looking around at the cars in the lot outside the Chateau, “So which one is yours?”
“No. I’m sorry. I wish more Masters and Mistresses would release their slaves. I...don’t release mine, but I’m not sure he’d be okay on his own...” he stated softly. Alastair nodded towards a blue sports car, opening the passenger’s side for the wolf before getting in on the other side to drive.
He laughed. “He isn’t meant to be stuck in a house Alastair. He has lived outside his own life. Do you at least live near the woods?” He looked around. “I’m good. Have a full house now.”
“Yes. I have a good bit of woods that is on my property. I try to avoid the other vampires...” he murmured softly. “Well, that sounds like fun. I’m...content with my not full house.”
Can’t stop the feeling ::: Closed
“I wasn’t trying to make a pun…”
“Too late. You walked into that one.”
Can’t stop the feeling ::: Closed
“You have no soul…”
“Well, technically, depending on who you ask...”
Can’t stop the feeling ::: Closed
“What’s so bad about those lyrics. It’s a happy song about dancing…”
“I suppose I’m just not a fan of super poppy songs.”
What is it?
“I’m familiar with grumpy. Plenty of those on the force back home,” he smiled to himself, thinking of his coworkers. He wondered what type of investigation was being put into place to find him, if there was even one at all. Will looked at the other in confusion, and just a glimmer of hope, “Were you a slave?”
“Were you a cop?” he asked with a small tilt of his head, genuinely curious about the other’s past life. Noting the glimmer of hope in the other’s eyes, his frown deepened a little. “No. I was a human civilian. ...People who were slaves don’t become Masters. I think my mechanic used to be a slave or something though. Masters and mistresses can free their slaves.”
What is it?
“All due respect I don’t have any intentions of stepping on anyone’s toes. I’m just happy to have the chance to clean up,” the other man wasn’t so bad on the eyes but Will wasn’t accustomed to expressing that very easily. He had only been with two men and even both of those were when he was drunker than a skunk, “So, if ya don’t mind me asking, how long have you been in this city?”
“It should be fine. Kadyn can be grumpy, but he’s harmless.” Most of the time. At the question, Alastair frowned a little. “About 3, 4 years? Something like that. As a Master, about 2.”
What is it?
“I’ll stick with Alastair for now. Not to keen on calling someone by their nickname until I know ‘em,” Will walked alongside the vampire, “So, does this mean I get to shower with hot water and actual shampoo? Pretty sure I have at least one bug camping out on my scalp.”
“That’s fine. It’s all up to the person,” he stated, before his nose wrinkled up at the mention of a bug in the wolf’s hair. “Yes. Both of my guest rooms have their own bathrooms attached. My room is the only one off limits because I like to give my own slave his territory. ...I also hope you don’t hate cats.”
Kadyn was a submissive wolf, there was no denying that. But more than that, he liked praise and pleasing people, and if pleasing Alastair meant he could exert his dominance on someone than he wasn’t going to complain. He did miss being submissive though, he’d have to have a talk with Alastair about inviting Ben over, but that could wait.
He walked up the stairs, finding Alastair still clothed and rose his brows “I thought you wanted me in charge. Why aren’t you undressed?” He asked and walked to the bed “Something wrong or is this a tease?”
Alastair reached out and pulled his wolf on top of him, nipping at his ear and neck as he did so. “Maybe I’m teasing you,” he purred, nuzzling the wolf softly. “Do you really want me to remove my clothes? Or would you rather rip them off?”
What is it?
“Sorry, guess I am just trying to get a feel of things,” he ran a hand through his hair, “name’s Will and yeah, I’ll take up your offer.”
Calling over a guard to unlock the wolf’s cell, he stepped aside and waited. “No. I understand. I’m probably one of the least threatening Masters here. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Will. My name is Alastair, but some people call me Ali as well.”
What is it?
“Don’t even want a name before you offer me something? What’s the catch?”
“You can give me your name, but I have a tendency to take a lot of new slaves home...no strings attached. There’s nothing you could give me that I don’t already have.”
Kadyn smiled and shook his head “We’ll make do without, for now.” he took a better look at the collar, it wasn’t too heavy, just about right for somehting they could play with and he smirked “Bedroom, no clothes, now!”
As Kadyn smiled, something in Alastair fluttered a little and he moved past him -- not without giving the other a little peck on the lips, however. The young vampire moved up the stares to their room and plopped on the bed, tempted to make his wolf do all the work in undressing him.
“Kadyn is a wolf. It’s in our blood to run.”
“I know. I feel bad because I’m not enough of a morning person to always run with him,” he stated with a soft laugh. Alastair’s idea of a good morning was cuddling with the wolf as long as he could keep him there. “Anyways. How are you?”
