I am Romeo.

Celestial : Immortal Unclaimed Roleplay blog for Krovs Will only interact with other members.

[chroniclesxofxrome]

"Do you have any idea what kind of costume you'd like to wear?" Manny asked as he and Romeo browsed through the first of a few village shops selling Halloween things. Now that he'd been a guard and started accumulating enough of a paycheck, he didn't mind spending it to rent out Romeo who'd recently been unclaimed. He also needed to get his and Julius' costumes anyway so why not see if they could find something Romeo would enjoy wearing for Halloween at Krovs instead of getting stuck with something the castle tossed him in. "It'll be my treat, whatever you'd like."

@chroniclesxofxrome

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The unclaiming had be been a tad hard for Rome. It wasn’t like with his other previous Master that he had disliked that had gotten rid of him, but from someone who he thought loved him. Though he wondered if he truly understood any of it. Had he only fallen because Cas had been kind to him? Was any of it real? Surely he would not just up and leave if it had been. Then he wondered if maybe he had done anything wrong, but he couldn’t quite remember. At least his other slave counterpart seemed preoccupied. It was probably for the best not to see him often, for when he had, he ached. Rome was glad though that he still had friends like Manny and Finn around the castle. It meant he could preoccupy his mind-- if only for a little while. When he was rented out from Manny, he’d done his best to give a smile, even though part of him wasn’t genuine. Not that he wasn’t happy to see him but-- smiling and being happy just didn’t feel right either. Like he wasn’t supposed to feel those things. He wasn’t supposed to feel anything. That’s what he told himself. After glancing through some costumes, he shrugged silently at his question until he pulled out a sexy devil costume. To which he’d finally laugh, pulling it from the rack. “This would be quite the joke, no? Or maybe it is unoriginal.”

@mannythejaguar​

[levamplestat]

THOMAS DOHERTY as 𝖂𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕯𝖊𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊 / 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖆 🦇 THE INVITATION (2022).  

[sabrinaacarpenters]

THOMAS DOHERTY in THE INVITATION (2022) dir. Jessica M. Thompson

[chroniclesxofxrome]

Bat, Fright, Witch

Bat: If you could transform into any kind of animal, what animal would you be?

I'm not really sure, a rabbit? No particular reason. They're just cute.

Fright: What is your biggest fear?

Considering recent events, I would say it's already happened.

Witch: If could have the power to cast any kind of spell, what kind of spell would you cast?

A spell to forget everything.

[chroniclesxofxrome]

❝  I should have dressed up as a ghost tonight so I could let you under my sheets.  ❞

He might've been in pain, but he couldn't hide the small chuckle of amusement that escaped past his lips that formed into a smile. His hand would come to rub the back of his neck rather shyly, but he was glad that some things hadn't changed. "What's stopping you?" Eyes would pique with interest, but he'd of course glance away, letting his mind be happily distracted in that moment.

[chroniclesxofxrome]

He wondered how he had forgotten what it felt like to be unclaimed. That uncertainty of what it might be like to wake up day after day at the muse and mercy of someone else. He’d only ever been claimed twice, but he’d been with both for quite some time. He could only think that this was what it was like for everyone else. For Laz. At first he was confused, taken away so suddenly, but then he cried when he realized what had happened. No note or letter. He still felt a tie to Cas, which meant he wasn’t dead but left-- willingly. Had he done something wrong? Confusion would turn to anger and then finally defeat. Hands would go through his hair, his feet dangling in the pool in the Undercroft. It was the only way he could get some quiet time, his mind trying its hardest to just stop thinking, and the rest of him to stop feeling. His stupid heart. He could hear someone approach him, and an irritated but clearly tired and defeated sigh would escape him. He supposed he had to get used to being bothered again. “If I am not needed, could I just please get a moment of time alone?” 

@krovscastlestarters​

[krovscastlerpg]

It’s Ask Tuesday! To participate, just reblog this post and remember to send asks to the other players participating!

Halloween Asks

Bat: If you could transform into any kind of animal, what animal would you be?

Black Cat: Are you superstitious? If so, what are you superstitious about?

Broomstick: If you could travel anywhere in the world where would it be?

Candy Corn: What food disgusts you the most?

Cauldron: What is your favorite thing to cook?

Cobwebs: One place you would never want to get lost in in the dark?

Coffin: Are you claustrophobic?

Demon: What is your worst flaw?

Eerie: One thing that always creeps you out?

Fright: What is your biggest fear?

Ghost: If you could be reincarnated, would you come back as another human or an animal. If an animal, what kind?

Gravestone: Ideal way you’d like to die?

Haunted House: If you could be roommates with anyone of your choice, who would you pick?

Hocus Pocus: What is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard?

Howl: Your favorite kind of dog?

Jack-o’-lantern: Do you have any scars? If so, how many?

Monster: What is your favorite scary movie to watch in the dark?

Mummy: Would you rather be buried or cremated when you die?

Potion: What is your favorite thing to drink? Alcoholic and non alcoholic?

Pumpkin: What is your favorite food around the holidays?

Scream: Easiest way to scare you?

Skeleton: Tell me one of your biggest secrets?

Spooky: What was your last nightmare about?

Trick or Treat: Tell me about the greatest prank you’ve ever pulled?

Vampire: Which one are you? Early bird or night owl?

Witch: If could have the power to cast any kind of spell, what kind of spell would you cast?

Zombie: What is one food you always overeat?

halloween/fall rp prompts!

send 🎃 for our musics to go pick/carve pumpkins together

send 🎈 for our muses to go to a halloween party together

send 👾 to try and scare my muse with a mask (or however else the mun wishes)

send 👻 to invite my muse into a haunted house (muns can decide whether the haunted house is fake or real)

send 🃏 for our muses to play a prank on someone else (throw toilet paper over their house, etc)

send ♡ to cuddle up with my muse (for warmth, obviously)

send 🎩 for our muses to go costume shopping together

send ✄ for my muse to show the costume they picked for your muse

send ☕ to go out for something pumpkin-spice-flavored with my muse

send 🍰 to make pumpkin pie with my muse (or any other “fall-themed” food)

send 📀 to watch scary movies with my muse

send 😈 to invite my muse to play with an ouija board with your muse

send 🍭 to invite my muse out trick-or-treating

send 👽 to invite my muse out cryptid-hunting

send ☔ to get caught in the rain with my muse

send 🍁 to invite my muse to play in some leaves

send 🙀 to tell spooky stories with my muse

send 👕 to offer my muse your jacket on a chilly day

send 🌚 to decorate the house for halloween with my muse

send 🚫 to invite my muse to explore an area that’s rumored to be haunted (cemetery, etc)

halloween pick-up line sentence starters.

taken from various places on the internet because who doesn’t wanna flirt with a ghost? no one, that’s who.

❝  I can’t find a costume for Halloween, so can I just go as your boyfriend?  ❞

❝  You’re the most boo-tiful ghost I’ve seen all night!  ❞

❝  You look so good, you’re making my crotch rise from the dead.   ❞

❝  If I were a zombie, I’d eat you first.  ❞

❝  You must be tired, because you’ve been running through my nightmares all night!  ❞

❝  You must be a ghost, because you’ve been haunting my dreams.  ❞

❝  Are you being a ghost for Halloween, or are you just my boo?  ❞

❝  You are dead sexy. Literally.  ❞

❝  That skeleton over there said he’d get your number for me, but he didn’t have the guts, so here I am.  ❞

❝  Hello there, boo-tiful!  ❞

❝  You wanna take a ride on my broomstick?  ❞

❝  Mmm baby! You’re decomposing in ALL the right places!  ❞

❝  You must love Halloween! You don’t need to change to dress up as an angel.  ❞

❝  I hear this house is haunted, we better stick together.  ❞

❝  What’s a nice ghoul like you doing in a crypt like this?  ❞

❝  All these ghosts and I still don’t have a boo.  ❞

❝  Want to find out what I turn into at midnight?  ❞

❝  If you were a jack-o’-lantern, I’d totally light your candle.  ❞

❝  I should have dressed up as a ghost tonight so I could let you under my sheets.  ❞

❝  I don’t know what the trick is, but you certainly are a treat.  ❞

❝  Your costume looks complicated. Need help taking it off?  ❞

Ask meme credits: x x (edited slightly to fit the group) x

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@ashandblcod @ilyalenkov

[ashandblcod]

The undercroft had not changed since he had last been there, which felt almost forever ago. He had been dumped there, once again, with no real warning or reason. Caspian had left, leaving him to deal with the aftermath of what that might mean and what he’d gone through meant. All the pretty words, all turning out to be lies in the end. He was angry, being back at the start when he thought himself rather comfortable with his new life. Stuck to be used by anyone who had an itch, it made him sad but mostly angry. He was going to hold onto that anger for as long as possible, perhaps it will help him transition back into life again. He stood next to a cot, broken down and well used, “Fuck.” He’d curse as he kicked at the metal frame, it moving just slightly as it scraped the floor. “Didn’t think I’d see you again.” Talking to the bed more than anyone else who might have been near.

@krovscastlestarters​

[chroniclesxofxrome]

Rome was distraught after realizing a promise would not be kept. He still felt whatever connection it was that he and Caspian had, and now that he was gone, it felt like a part of him was ripped out from the depths of his soul. It wasn’t like Caspian was dead, that he was sure. He would have felt that. However, he did not understand why he would leave. They promised.

They promised.

He cried. Of course he had, but he felt hate even stronger. Not hate towards the one he had loved most, but hatred towards himself for letting himself believe he could have such a thing. It was a beautiful thing-- for a time, but the heart was a foolish thing, a mortal folly that had crushed him. This was a different kind of pain and sadness than what he had endured in his lifetime. Now, all he could do was-- do nothing. 

It wasn’t all over though. Someone he had adored had also taken the fall, and here they were, both angry at something. It would seem that the familiar dragon would finally catch up to the angel down below, where all hope would be lost. The angel had been lying on his side, only peering up when the familiar face walked in, greeting him in return, which brought a sliver of relief. It would seem that not all was lost. The only other person the angel would go to when Caspian wasn’t around. The dragon too, had been a comfort. He hadn’t known what he was doing, or why he got up, but he had-- slowly stepping up behind him to wrap his arms around his waist and rest his head on the center of his back. “Don’t turn please...” his voice cracked, hoarse from being unused and crying. “I-- I am so sorry, Lazarus.” Why had he been apologizing? Neither one of them did anything wrong. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty. Cas and Rome had looped the dragon into their affairs, and now the two were unclaimed once more. This was a cycle they would both know, yet a lesson unlearned.

[fallen-theo-deactivated20231015]

Outside time was supposed to mean unwinding for a second taking in the fresh air. Maybe you could even close your eyes and imagine you weren’t trapped in a castle in the throws of snowy Russia. Some people did not choose peace however as tense feelings were often not left inside. As Theo made his way outside it wasn’t long for him to spot a fight breaking out amongst a couple other slaves and a small crowd start to form. The fallen found himself watching, wondering how it even came to that when he remembered that guards existed and they were probably planning on moving in soon. Taking a sigh he approached the crowd and spoke up. “Hey. Eyes up, they’re not playing nice today.”

@krovscastlestarters​

[chroniclesxofxrome]

Romeo was nosy to a fault, though most of it had been in understanding of the world around him. The things Manny had spoken of drew many questions, and hardly any answers, and the more he tried to remember who he was before he’d been taken only gave him a headache. If he had remembered who he was before, would he have liked himself? Romeo didn’t feel all too powerful, and yet others had spoken differently of his kind. These thoughts would drown out all others and what was happening around him. When a scuffle caught his attention, he’d immediately noticed that they had all been unclaimed slaves that had started it, and that somewhat concerned him. He wasn’t sure if it was wise for him to be out here as to not cause trouble. Yet, there he was, gaining close proximity to the scene until he was pushed back, causing him to nearly shove against someone. What he said, versus what he thought he heard, didn’t quite register as he’d swallow a bit thickly and moved as if to catch the other if he’d knocked him over. “Ah--I’m sorry, what?” Rome would catch his footing, hands extended out carefully to make sure Theo wouldn’t fall. “They never are. Shall we pull out of the scuffle? I didn’t meant to step on you. Are you hurt?” Blue hues would eye the group around them, and before he could say more, the fight would die down just as quickly as it had started. 

[chroniclesxofxrome]

masterxtiernan​:

It wasn’t often that Tiernan actually listened or cared about what a slave was saying, but he would entertain the stranger for a little while. He had nothing else planned which couldn’t wait. “Have you never seen the ocean?” He asked with a small frown, finding that hard to comprehend despite knowing that sometimes slaves were actually born into slavery and never saw the outside world at all. The Councilman smiled softly and took a seat next to the slave, running his fingers lightly over the keys as he refamiliarised himself with the notes he would need to play one of his favourite pieces of music. “It sounds like your experiences have mostly been unpleasant ones,” Tiernan commented, glancing at the boy before starting to play Fur Elise on the piano, letting his fingers dance over the keys despite how long it had been since he’d played anything. “Would you say I’m bad or good?”

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“I’m afraid...I have not--” or not that he could remember, but the Angel didn’t think too much on it. It would seem odd that someone his age had not, and yet he blamed naivety for that. Though Rome noticed the frown, he had to wonder why such a face was made. There was a lot he had not known or understand, but his life before slavery had been a blur, and one he didn’t try to remember. For now anyway. His hues would follow the other’s movements as he sat, a faint smile on his features as he’d listen to the other play in their silence, minding what was said just moments before. He didn’t know how to respond and he wasn’t looking for some kind of pity. Indeed he’d had a rough life, but he was happier now. He supposed he ended up luckier than most. “Not necessarily. Sure, before here... my previous Master was horrid, but I’ve come to realize that not all men are like him and that those struggles were but one chapter of my life.” He’d continue to listen for a few moments longer until he’d smile even more warmly with a small laugh. “I’m sure to the untrained ear like mine, it is quite good, although a bit intense.”

[chroniclesxofxrome]

mannythejaguar​:

Manny arched a brow, noting that Romeo seemed hesitant. He didn’t point it out, patiently waiting for the other to join him in the pool while he waded towards the center of the water. The pool was fortunately insulated so that it stayed at a comfortable room temperature, neither too warm nor too cold. He bent his knees a little so that the water now covered him up to his neck and he smirked when Romeo finally joined him. “Here I thought celestials loved water,” he chuckled. After all, it was one of their preferred elements to use in magic along with air. There was also definitely a holy water joke in there somewhere. His brows furrowed in confusion at the other slave’s comment. “What? You’ve never seen a pool before?” 

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He didn’t know why, but in that very moment, he felt like a part of him was missing. An itch he couldn’t quite scratch. Rome didn’t know how he could describe it to Manny other than a simple shrug of his shoulders. It was clear in his hesitation that something didn’t settle right, and the Angel left silence to answer. Everything the other would say rang true and yet Rome hadn’t the slightest idea as to what was wrong with him. Finally he would clear his throat, the palms of his hands smoothing over the water’s surface. “I have seen a pool before. It’s just... I can hardly remember anything before being held captive. I wonder why that is---” The more he thought on it, the more his head would hurt, but he would quickly shake the thoughts, not letting the other’s words bother him any further. “Tell me... What more is there to us?” He’d inquire, before managing to splash the other a tad bit as he’d gotten closer. Manny didn’t scare him, and Rome felt-- normal around him. As if this is what it meant to make friends. 

[ashandblcod]

They hadn’t spent much time together since the week of his heat, and even before that they seemed to spend much of their time apart. Now that his old master had seemingly come back he needed some time to readjust, and the only other person he knew that could help with that was the angel. He had raided the fridge a few moments before he found the other sitting within the living room, his hands full of snack he moved his way to the couch. Before he could sit down he placed the food down onto the small table next to them, “I might have gotten a little carried away.” He’d chuckle, sitting himself down onto the cushion next to the other. “Wasn’t sure if you were hungry or not.” In truth he could probably eat all of it and still have room for more. He was feel anxious, but didn’t feel safe enough to leave their suite just yet. The gym didn’t feel safe as it once did before, soiled by the monster he had thought he was free from. “I, uh, wanted to talk to you about something.” It sounded more dire than he wanted it to sound, not wanting to worry him too much over something he wasn’t even sure he wanted to bother him with. Yet, it felt wrong not to after everything that happened between them the week prior. 

@chroniclesxofxrome​

[chroniclesxofxrome]

Lazarus rarely called for the Angel, most likely because the Angel had often sought out the other instead, and because of this, he was somewhat surprised the other asked for him. The Dragon was often more quiet and seemed to mind his own, although now the two were bonded far more and Rome couldn’t help but be drawn to him if to know more. He’d loved Laz, although undefined in understanding. He figured in time, they’d learn it together, however what he hadn’t expected, was the news to come.

Rome too had been a busy bee during heat week, but now that he was around the other, a tinted warmth would find his cheeks, eyes watching as the other got comfortable. His legs were tucked close to him, his elbow resting on the back of the couch while a small chuckle left him, watching the scene unfold before him. “Laz— I think you have enough snack there—“ he’d tease though he was quick to grab something sweet. “Mm,” he’d pause, his face drawing more serious now that the other continued. “Have I done something?” He wondered, though he could hardly think of anything. “Is it because I borrowed one of your shirts? I— can return it. Once I find it—“ he’d flush just slightly at that.

[descendantofthesparrow]

YALL IM SCREAMING

IM GONMA FUCKING FAINT

I CANT

[chroniclesxofxrome]

familiar-finn​:

“I’ll take that as you’re toppin then,” Finn said, grunting as he fell back into the mattress. Even if he was bottoming the familiar wasn’t always good at taking orders. Perfect obedience had to be earned and Romeo wasn’t the type to command that from someone like Finn. Very few could. Regardless, he wasn’t complaining about the rest, meeting the celestial’s kiss with a soft groan and tangling his fingers into Romeo’s hair. He hiked his leg up around the other slave’s waist at the touch of his thigh, arching his hips up so that Romeo could feel just how excited he was through the lace underwear he wore, his pierced cock straining against the fabric. Finn sucked in a breath, tilting his head back with a soft whine and eyes fluttering closed as he gave Romeo better access to his neck and jaw and more. “Then get it the fuck off,” he breathed out, smirking lazily at the other. He assisted the celestial by kicking off his heels, hearing them fall off the edge of the bed onto the floor as he did. “I need some help unlacin’ the corset. Or just tear it off, I don’t give a fuck.” 

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Rome had known the other was honest and outspoken, and a part of him respected that versus his own shy nature but there were times-- the Angel nearly wanted to wrap his hand around the other’s neck. “Yes, I am,” his voice low and husky. The tangled fingers in his hair was enough encouragement to keep going, his fervent kisses bringing about his own warmth that met his length, hardening within the confines of his clothing. Nails would drag along the nets of Finn’s thighs though he could not scratch him, but it was enough for him to rip some of the clothing. Still, he could not stop in wanting in everything to be removed. The other too had been hardened, and Rome would hungrily take the skin of Finn’s chest between his teeth, threatening to mark him with a purple bruise. He was nearly breathless, wanting more. He sat up, offering a laugh hearing the other so eager. “As long as I don’t hear about it later,” he’d tease, his hands gripping the other by the waist and flipping him over with ease, straddling him at his waist so that hands could grip the top of the corset tightly. Using his inhuman strength, Rome would tear the corset through the laces with a satisfying snap to each one, pulling and tossing the pesky thing to the side. “It was nice while it lasted,” he’d hum, lowering himself so that his lips pressed kisses along his wounded spine, scars they both shared with different stories to tell. He was still careful over them, until he’d reached Finn’s waist, pulling up to give the other a satisfying smack to his ass, and looping his fingers on either side, he’d pull away the rest of the other’s clothing to leave him bare. 

[chroniclesxofxrome]

familiar-finn​:

“Not those kind,” Finn replied, raising a brow. Geez, did Romeo really not know how the world worked? This was sort of a well known fact by all so it was surprising. “They call the slave hunters for these castles “reapers.” Those kinds. Not the species.” He watched the other as he spoke, absentmindedly swirling the wine around in his glass before bringing it to his lips for another sip. “I wouldn’t believe you, actually. Alcohol’s a depressant. Especially red wine here. You might feel good while drinkin’ it but it really fucks with your serotonin and dopamine levels,” he explained, going for the factual route. He knew best from personal experience and knowing others who thought they could drown out the pain with alcohol or drugs or both. Finn believed for a long time that alcohol was the fix after Faust’s death and losing the Second War until he realized it wasn’t. That, and having a kid to focus on caring for gave the familiar new purpose in life. Eventually, time began healing those wounds for the most part. “Sorry you’ve had to go through that,” he said genuinely. He knew what it was like. “There’s always an opportunity to find new purposes in life,” he stated. “Just depends on if they want to.” 

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When the other explained what he meant, he’d felt somewhat embarrassed. “I-- was taken pretty quickly by my previous Master once I came down. He’s the one who...found me. I guess naivety to believe the innocence of a man just...didn’t make me think twice.” He’d smile awkwardly at the position he found himself in. There was a pause as he brought the wine to his lips, pulling it back to examine the liquid. “Well, it serves its temporary purposes. Everything just seems more humorous when it’s actually not, but alas-- I cannot help myself.” He’d place his glass on the table, finding his mood rather soured now. Having not experienced anything of this world just made him feel so old and disconnected. He hadn’t belonged here, and it was becoming more obvious as the days passed and freedom was given to him. “Don’t....apologize. Apologies make me feel worse for some reason. I feel like, I’ve wasted so much time, even though I live forever. A part of me yearns to go back home....if it’s even the same anymore. Yet, I do not want to lose all that I have met here. For once in my life, I do not understand my purpose. As a slave, my former Master made decisions for me. I knew what was expected of me, and now-- Caspian gives me the freedom to choose but I-- what am I supposed to choose? I say I want freedom, but the only freedom I know is home.” There was a long pause, and Rome could feel his heart sink. “Is that...Is that wrong?”

[chroniclesxofxrome]

mannythejaguar​:

“Not sure if you’ve ever experienced a bunch of wolves and shifters and dragons in heat all within a confined space like this before,” Manny started, arching a brow at Romeo, “but it’s not usually smart for others to be out and about ‘less they want to volunteer themselves for assistance. Most of us lack control over our more human sides and revert to the predators – or prey – that we truly are.” He was definitely one of the predators most of the time given his spirit animal was a jaguar. The newly acquired demon half only enhanced that, however, that never explicitly defined his position in the bedroom. He also didn’t find Romeo’s teasing very amusing in that moment as his green eyes shifted to their demonic fiery gold, a low growl rumbling in his throat as his canine teeth extended into sharp, dangerous looking fangs. Manny’s hands flexed at his sides as he fought to keep his jaguar side in check instead of pouncing on the celestial and breeding him right then and there. He grit his teeth and turned his head, holding his breath as his heat rose and brought a fresh flood of color to his cheeks. He had maybe a minute or two left before he went feral. “Look, if you’re not here to help me out, I gotta know so I can go find another option. I’d rather not do something to you that I’ll regret later on. I’m trying to keep my shit together but this…this demon half isn’t something I’m used to yet.” 

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“Well, not until now. There’s a dragon in our suite now, hence.....why I am out here for a moment to catch myself, but I am not concerned.” Now that he hadn’t worn his collar, he’d felt...a difference since all those centuries ago. More confident in his abilities. Blue hues would watch the other for a moment, feeling mild concern for the other. Not that the other would hurt him, but that his heat clearly changed him. It was different than what he was used to when it came to the other. “--and which are you? Predator or prey?” His gaze would soften at that, though he knew he’d teased just a bit too much. “If it’s any consolation...you’re doing alright.” The Angel would smile at that, stepping forward as Manny would glance away, causing him to reach out to the opposite side to place his cheek within his hand turn his face. It was gentle, calm. The Angel would try his best not to move too quickly. “Take a breath, Manny,” he’d spoken softly, having not realized the other part of him, though now that he hadn’t worn a collar, he could pick up on it. He at least hoped his cool hands would offer some relief. Swallowing thickly, he’d blink to look away, uncertain as he stood there. “I can help you. If you wish. If you haven’t realized before, then know now, I am not afraid of you. You’ve been nothing but kind to me.” His blue hues would peer back over, and settling on his confidence, Rome moved his hand from the other’s cheek to behind his neck, pulling him so that their lips may meet. 

[chroniclesxofxrome]

masterxtiernan​:

“Well, for yourself,” Tiernan answered simply, giving a soft shrug of his shoulders. “Everyone needs a hobby, including slaves,” he added, giving a little smile as he moved closer to the other male. It was incredibly quiet now the door was closed, except for the footfall of people making their way down the hallway every so often. It was peaceful, and Tiernan enjoyed peaceful.. most of the time, anyway. “A real dragon, hm? Beautiful creatures,” the Councilman commented, running his fingertips along the smooth edge of the piano. “I can play, although I haven’t in a long while. When you’ve been around for as long as I have, you tend to need lots of hobbies,” he chuckled. Tiernan could tell the slave was slightly nervous now they were shut in the same empty room together, but he wasn’t out to scare anyone. Not right now anyway. “You can sing, hm? That’s something I never could do.”

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Rome’s mouth would open at that. Yet another concept he had not understood. Ever since his previous Master, he could not help but to ask what he should or should not do-- to make decisions for himself was...hard. It was a freedom given to him, but he’d struggled with it. “This...hobby...you speak of. I like to sketch. My former Master was into the arts as well as my current one, and it is a past time I quite like. I wish to see the ocean some day, just to sketch.” His hand would reach up massage the back of his neck shyly, but he’d flush just slightly thinking of the dragon that lived with him. “Indeed...he is..” having only referred to his own dragon. “Sometimes, I do not wish to bother my Master for not all thoughts are good ones....so...the dragon let’s me stay in his room and vent. It’s nice.” Rome would settle on the stool, giving room for the other to sit, and he’d pat the side beside him, though it was clear that he was somewhat jittery. “Please, play? If only but a small piece?” He’d pause, quickly shaking his head. “I-- I haven’t sang in front of anyone in a long while I am afraid. Again, my former Master--” his shoulders would slump just slightly. Had he had anything that was truly his own? “Forgive me. A slave’s life is not always pleasant. Some Masters are better than others, but I’m afraid I had the bad first before the good.”