Aspen Steele

Aspen, just Aspen 19 Unclaimed Closed RP blog for Ile de Damnes

[aspen-steele]

Fuck this

I'm gonna try to make my own master slave rp... Anyone with me? All this fluffy shit makes me want to vomit

[theunbreakableslave-deactivated]

Eva didn’t bother hiding her annoyance. “It’s the fucking full moon. Are you not clever enough to connect the dots, or should I draw you a pictures?”

[aspen-steele]

With her lips pursed, Aspen then let out a sigh, "and how was I suppose to know that?"

[aspen-steele]

…what’s wrong with you?

[theunbreakableslave-deactivated]

What’s wrong? Do you even know what tonight is, Aspen?

[aspen-steele]

Aspen glanced side to side, obviously confused as she raised her eyebrows upwards at the blonde in a cornering cell. "Uh..." she stuttered, "a few days after Halloween but before Thanksgiving? I don't know.."

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

"Anyway, I gotta get these back," he told her, picking up the files. For a moment, Michael paused, but he didn’t really know why. "See ya around, Aspen."

[aspen-steele]

"I'll be here."

[theunbreakableslave-deactivated]

Because I give more of a fuck about you than myself.

[aspen-steele]

...what's wrong with you?

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

She was one of the omegas Michael had taken out his rage on a thousand times. “I think she’s claimed at the moment,” he added.

[aspen-steele]

Aspen hummed with a small head nod, "oh."

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

"Mikaela Martinez," he read aloud. "Still alive, age 47, werewolf. Oh yeah, I know who this one is."

[aspen-steele]

Aspen shrugged and shook her head, idly picking at her blanket, "no idea..

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

"Good," Michael said. He placed the file aside and reached for the next one. 

[aspen-steele]

Aspen nodded, "wh-what about that one?" she asked softly hoping he'd ignore her if he decided to.

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

Michael didn’t agree or disagree. “Feeling better?” He finally asked.

[aspen-steele]

She let out a heavy exhale through her nose, "yes, Sir.." she only half lied-- she was feeling better, much better... but she wasn't the Aspen he had grown to know anymore. Now, she remembered her place, and why she was there..

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

Michael sighed, trying to reel in his annoyance. The full moon was close and with everything else that’d gone on lately, he was more on edge than usual. “It’s fine.”

[aspen-steele]

She just nodded before speaking, "I deserved it."

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

"I don’t know, maybe because there’s a shit ton of files and I didn’t want to drag the whole filing cabinet out here?" He snapped.

[aspen-steele]

Instantly her eyes fell back down to the ground, her shoulders curling forward -- "so--sorry, Sir.."

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

"I don’t know if I’ve got yours," he said, still looking over the file in his hand.

[aspen-steele]

Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked up from the floor slightly, "why wouldn't you have it?"

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

Michael decided not to ask about it, tossing Harrison’s file aside and grabbing a new one.

[aspen-steele]

She paused, "what does mine say?"

                                  -- "or do I not want to know?

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

"Says he had quite a temper," he added, moving to the next page.

[aspen-steele]

Aspen let out a small, unintentional scoff, "tell me about it."

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

"Had a few run ins with him?" The wolf asked, chuckling. His eyes stayed on the file.

[aspen-steele]

"Yes, Sir.. A few..." she nodded, staying in her spot.

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

Michael nodded, lifting the file to show her the large red ‘DECEASED’ across the front. “Yep. Slit throat.”

[aspen-steele]

She muttered under her breath, "he was annoying anyway..."

[comedicwerewolf-deactivated2014]

"Uhhh," he flipped back to the front, looking at the tab, "Harrison Colt."

[aspen-steele]

"Didn't they...you know... kill him like three months ago?"