&&. ▬ ❝ cyn cardenas.

&&. ▬ Some of them want to abuse you — some of them want to be abused.

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goofyangcl·:

Night howls | Cyn&Ramiel

It was an odd coping mechanism, one he had only learned from spending a lot of time with Brandon. Drinking because you wanted to escape your thoughts and feelings. Deep down, Ramiel knew it was only a temporary solution. He also knew that given the wonky climate the whole town was in, this was a rare opportunity for him to actually reach a buzz or more without drinking thrice as much as everyone else. One might suggest that as a reason for spending five hours at a bar without answering your phone or looking at it really. He just wanted.. peace. To sit alone and observe the world around him, while trying not to think. Regret was creeping in as he pushed down the door handle at home, trying to be quiet as he stepped into the hallway and took of his shoes, uncertain whether or not Cyn was still awake. The sudden break in the quiet though told him she were up. “Yeah yeah, I’m a bit late..” he said, thinking they could shrug it off. 

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Cyn was disheartened. Settling down had been difficult since the two returned from Spain. She’d thought that it was a good idea... to take him to a place that was so familiar to her, to show him a bit of what she’d gone through in her time away. The pack was busy chasing her somewhere else, the last that she’d heard... but they’d found her. They’d found Ramiel. Her love. Someone who meant the world to her. They’d already taken everything else from her. Cyn and Ramiel fought for their lives, and they fought for each other. Finally... They made their way back to Wayward Rose, somewhat worse for wear... They were healed, but only physically. 

As a means to ensure his safety, and ease her own mind, she put Ramiel on a curfew. 3 AM was more than enough time. 2:30 am rolled around and she could feel her anxiety rising. Texts went unanswered. Calls went unanswered... until an hour later, and he stumbled in. 

“Late?” She was up from the couch in the living room, at the door to confront him. “Where the fuck were you?” His scent let her know and she shook her head. “Don’t answer that. Drinking, Ramiel? It smells like you ran through every bar in the city.”

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joannathayne​:

“So, anyone know anything about this fairy stuff?” Joanna asked, looking at her hands.  They hadn’t done the glowing thing again since the riots had ended, but it was still unsettling.

@thornhavenstarters​

"You’ve never experienced your own powers before?” How peculiar. She was certainly of age. It was always odd to Cyn to see a faerie or a witch who was not in tune with themselves. Before shifting to a wolf, she lived, breathed and slept all things witchy. “Do you have questions, Goldilocks?”

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nephilimicah​:

“So what the hell happened here?” Micah asked, gesturing vaguely.  “I’m getting the sense I missed all the fun.” 

@thornhavenrpg​

"Just a little more insane than it usually is.” She was joking. Partially. Thorn Haven was an acquired taste for most, with never a dull moment -- but the carnage that occurred was more than she’d seen in a while. “You didn’t miss much.”

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gcdsoldier​:

The sun was harsh against his eyes, leaving spots on his vision. Still Ramiel didn’t look away from it where he lay on the grass in Cyn’s garden. If she heard him call it that she’d probably insist that he rephrase it to ‘our garden’, though since moving back in he had purposefully referred to everything here as hers. It was quite possible it was a defense mechanism, distancing himself from all she’d given him once more, just in case it was all taken away again. 

It was peaceful out here though. A perfect place to sit or lie down if you were in a contemplating sort of mood. Ramiel wasn’t surprised when a familiar shadow was cast across him, his sight of the sun obscured by the face of the woman he loved. “Were you looking for me?” he calmly asked, his smile a bit faint. He’d had the chance to leave her, to leave the city and reclaim freedom, yet chosen to stay. Sure he might have survived out there without her, but he would never be happy. If that made him whipped or under her thrall to everyone else then so be it. Yet it was hard to deny that it sometimes felt like a lot to give up. Or that he didn’t miss the life he’d once had. 

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Truth be told, she was thrilled that he didn’t leave her... He would have been well within his rights to do so. Cyn had left him once, after all. Though not coming back wasn’t intentional, did payback really need a reason? The city was regaining itself and returning to normal, with a whole slew of new additions in the cells. But HE wasn’t among them. He was right where he belonged, back in their home.

“Is it that obvious?” A smile crossed her lips and she lowered to her knees. “I should have known that you were out here.” She kissed his lips ever so softly before shifting and laying on her back right next to him, head by head. The sun felt good on her skin, but it never felt the same as i did when she was a witch. She’d traded the sun for the moon.

“Ramiel... Why didn’t you leave?” She was glad he didn’t. She didn’t want him to... But as weird as it was, she would have covered for him to avoid re-capture had he fled...

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dextermassey‌:

Dexter felt like pacing– he knew it probably only served to make him seem like an animal in a cage. However, that’s exactly how he was feeling. Like a caged animal who was on display for whoever wanted to watch him.

It was unnerving.

Feeling eyes on him, Dexter turned and found himself snapping at the person, “I ain’t a fucking circus sideshow for you to stare at.”

@thornhavenstarters​

It wasn’t uncommon for her to comb the cells for someone interesting. Tonight was no different. Aside from Ramiel who she already considered as hers, all of those that she considered to be the most interesting were claimed. Well, minus the skilled Tatiana.

Her brows raised, and she smiled at his anger. “No. Not at all.” Cyn straightened up. “Though if people are to take you out and give a break from this place, they do have to look at you.”

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[gcdsoldier]

The thunder to her storm | Ramiel&Cyn

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gcdsoldier‌:

Ramiel clenched and unclenched his jaw, knowing that he couldn’t be angry with her for being held captive somewhere else, unable to come back to him. And it proved that it had not been her intention or purpose not to return. Something, or rather someone had gotten in the way. Had meddled and kept her from him. The thought made him angry. Not at her, but at this mysterious werewolf alpha that had dared fuck with the woman he loved. The desire to fuck with her in return was colossal. 

Hearing her explain it in more detail, hearing her family die, seeing their bloodied bodies, loosing so many people she loved all at once.. his fingers tightened around hers, wishing he could take the pain away. Quietly wondering if she had managed to cope with it all afterwards, wondering what life had been like whilst held by wolves. She bit me. The words made the angel still, becoming a statue where he sat. Until he felt her touch and the weight of her on his lap. His face turned to face her, well aware that the moment he look, really looked into those green hues, it would be over for him. That would be it.. he wouldn’t be able to deny what he felt. A small but guteral sound crossed his lips, in between a groan and a sigh. His defenses cut to pieces. 

“So now you want this sweet angel tail back huh?” his tone was gruff yet holding some playfulness. Yet his lips as they touched the corner of her mouth was gentle, affectionate. “I’ll always be yours Cyn.” He added, all playfulness gone, ensuring that she knew he meant it. 

Cyn was a tough girl, there’d never really been much question about that, despite her more lax demeanor in comparison to some other mistresses — but the wolf alpha was someone that she was terrified of. She didn’t say that about anyone, but the woman was crazy, and could get worse, depending on what she wanted and what was being held from her. She did protect her to a point, Cy couldn’t deny that the female held some form of affection for her, or that it was what had ultimately saved her life, both from the packmates who hated Cyn, and from the alpha’s own fury.

It didn’t make the time away any easier, though.

She was sure that sooner or later, the alpha would find her although Thorn Haven did offer some protection in it’s own. The Alpha wouldn’t be able to kill her here without facing consequences.

A small smile spread on her lips, ad she tilted her forehead to his. “It is pretty sweet.” She found herself thankful that he didn’t push her away, or punish her more -- though he had every reason to. Her fingers traced over his jawline and she smiled, leaning into him and ghosting their lips together, the closeness just as intimate and fevered as a deep,passionate kiss...

“Shall we go inside our home, mi amor?”

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callumjones‌:

“I don’t think you’d have to worry, even if I planned on getting you back.  I’m not exactly light on my feet.”  While Cal wasn’t exactly clumsy, she’d probably hear him coming a mile off.  He rolled his shoulders back and made himself relax a bit more before dropping the sheet back down, feeling a bit stupid about the self conscious moment.  “A little bit, yeah.”

She laughed. Even if he was light on his feet, her senses here enhanced, so there was a possibility that she’d be able to hear him. “Perfect.” Cyn stood and tugged him up by his hand. “Let’s feed you, then.” She preferred to keep him well fed and well hydrated, especially considering that his rental was set for another 12 hours at least. “What are you in the mood for, Cal?” The wolf opened the fridge the second they got into the kitchen, taking a mental inventory.

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slightofhcnds‌:

“Hey, hey!” Matthew hoisted himself up half on the bar as he snapped his fingers to get the bartender’s attention. “Jackass.” He gestured at his empty glass, “My drink’s dry, how about you do your fucking job and pour me another, huh?” 

Then after catching the eye of the person next to him added: “And one for this one over here. They look like they need it.” Matthew laughed. “You know what…One for everyone in here. Drinks on me.” 

@thornhavenstarters​

"Someone is in good spirits, no alcohol pun intended.” Her green eyes flickered over to the bartender as she settled into her seat, and she gave the lightest of motion to shaking her head. He smiled in an understanding and began to prepare her regular. Admittedly she had an increased tolerance as a wolf than she did as a human.

“Aside from trying to drink the bar — how are you?”

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captaingravesx‌:

Ryan flinched slightly as the soft voice tried to soothe her. It took her a while but she relaxed. The mistress didn’t sound threatening. Maybe it was an act but for now Ryan fell for it, wanting to have at least a sense of relief. She looked up and didn’t expect to find such a beautiful woman crouching down in front of her cell. The ex-marine just stared at her for a little bit. She shook her head, breaking herself out of her trance not wanting to come off as too creepy. “I would love that actually.” She admitted, her voice hoarse. “What would you want in return?” She added in an after thought. Nothing came for free in this place so she had to ask.

"Nothing that you aren’t willing to give. We’ll, how you say.... play it by ear?” IT wasn’t uncommon for Cyn to rent slaves for company alone. Sex wasn’t always a requirement. She stood and took a step back for the guard to open the cell for Ryan to come out. “Come on, then. Thankfully I drove, so there’s less of a walk.” She gestured for the girl to walk with her, and she began down the corridor. “Who rented you last?” Or more importantly, who returned her to the cells in such a way?

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rottedvein‌:

If it hadn’t been for Coco claiming her, she would have had hopes that someone like Cyn would. Not only was she beautiful, but she was kind in a way many master’s and mistress’s weren’t. It was a big question to be asked as a slave, one that Emerson felt unprepared for. “There’s a few very beautiful slaves. I think it depends on the temperament you’re looking for,” she said, thinking through the ones she knew of and had seen. Some slaves kept to themselves but others were more demanding that their presence be known. “I think anyone would be lucky to have you as their mistress though.” Emerson had enjoyed their time together and she knew anyone would be well treated by her. 

Colombia de Leon. That lucky bitch. She’d have to talk to her. It seemed almost criminal if she locked this girl in a monogamous claim. “Mmm. I’m a fan of obedience and smarts. I’m not opposed to a good training, but I’d prefer to not have to break someone.” The idea was much less appealing after her own five years of hell. “Though I don’t want a robot either. I enjoy personality.” Perhaps she was a little too picky, but if she was going to drop the money on a claim, it needed to be one that she enjoyed. “You flatter me, Emerson.” she smiled. “Care to join me for lunch?”

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The thunder to her storm | Ramiel&Cyn

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gcdsoldier‌:

“Of course I did..” he said, exhaling and trying to let go of some of all this pent up emotion. He wasn’t simply angry for the sake of being angry. Like always she made him feel things that were unusually strong. Making him currently a ball of emotions. Anger, hurt, confusion, resentment, love, affection. It was all swirling around inside. Once they parked in front of what used to be her home. Their home.. 

Reluctantly, he moved his gaze to her, his head turning towards her. The first move had to be hers. If she wanted anything from him, if she wanted things to go back to how they had been, then the ball was solely in her court. “Okay.” 

Ramiel kept silent, waiting for her to explain. If he began talking first, he feared he would end up hurting her. Just looking at her was painful, reminding him of the many moments he had spent wondering where she could have gone. And why she wasn’t coming back to him. How she could leave him like that, injured or not. Unlike before her movements were unusually quick, her fingers capturing his hand out of thin air. And while the warmth of her was not new to him, he could feel their difference in temperature. Why was she so warm? “You were captured?” Her words hinted as much. He sighed, his fingers returning pressure, heart rate racing at one simple touch.. before admitting his feelings were what they were for her, he’d used to blame the magic she wielded. Now though he still thought of it as some kind of magic. It was just a kind designed especially for him. One that made resisting her and holding onto animosity and hurt a little difficult. More than a little. “Cyn, why are you warmer? Who the fuck are ‘they’?” His patience was sizzling out much quicker than usual, given that it was all a lot to take in. 

"By the alpha... for those five years.” And it was hard on her. The woman was not a gentle one, nor was she necessarily kind, either. Especially not in the beginning. She seemed determined to push Cyn as far as she could. Though she also protected her from the lower packmates. As a former witch, Cyn wasn’t well liked at first, nor was the decision to turn her, not that the alpha much cared about that.

"They rushed us on the full moon, I woke up to the screams. I remember... blood. Everywhere. “ Her sister, their parents, their friends.... “By morning, I was the only one left, but I was bleeding out. I didn’t even hurt anymore. There was this large black wolf and...”

Why are you warmer?

“She bit me, Ramiel.” There was a bit of shame. She appreciated life, but being stripped from her magic had felt like a death. “Werewolves. And she kept me away.” Her hands found his face and in a split second, she’d crossed the center of the car and landed in his lap, facing him with her legs on each side of him. “I’m sorry that I left you.” It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. It was supposed to be a simple visit.  “But I did try to come back.” And she had scars to prove it.

“I’m here now,” there was so much heat between them... so much emotion, and desire. “—and you’re still mine.” Or so she hoped.

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callumjones‌:

“No.  Well…maybe a little bit.”  Cal muttered, shoulders lifting in a small shrug as he adjusted the sheet in front of him.  It was maybe kind of ridiculous to be covering himself, considering the mistress had seen plenty of him already.  And shy had never really been a word used to describe Cal.  “Oh – uh, no.  Not usually.  Kind of forgot where I was for a second, to be honest.”

"My apologies,” though a sly smile was on her lips. She didn’t mean to laugh, put it was funny. “Just don’t get me back. I don’t like to be scared.” One-sided, maybe, considering that she’d likely do it again. But she was naturally quiet on her feet, and that was only enhanced when she turned. Sometimes the only sign that she was around was that airy scent of rainwater. Cyn moved forward to lay on the bed, on her stomach with her head propped up on her hands. “Are you hungry, Cal?”

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The thunder to her storm | Ramiel&Cyn

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gcdsoldier‌:

While Ramiel hadn’t allowed himself to look at her face too closely, he could easily notice that she was hesitant, wavering in her current decision making. It felt somewhat unusual to be faced with a version of her who wasn’t sure of herself. He still viewed her how he remembered her. Outspoken, fearless, open and honest. Most of the time he had found her attitude disarming, stripping away the layers of protections he had built with those above him in rank over the milennias he had spent being dragged in and out of a cell. And while he was sizzling with anger, it cost to be angry with her. Just smelling her, that unique scent of fresh rainwater tickling his nose, drove the angel crazy with longing. 

Sighing a bit, Ramiel decided he best save most if not all of his twisted rage for when they were completely alone. Given that she had wanted to take him with her, that she was walking quickly and bringing him to her car, he had to suspect that her intention was to get him alone too. To find some privacy. Pulling the shirt back over his head, the angel placed it right despite the thin layer of sweat that had gathered while he trained, and slid into the passenger seat. 

“And I you..” his words were heavy, tinged with mixed emotions. He wished she would get to the point, just tell him all of it, but he alos wouldn’t rush her. She was moving at a pace she felt comfortable. He had to respect that, even if he didn’t agree. “I suppose the point of this is to tell me where you’ve been?” he quietly asked while they drove. 

"Did you?” It didn’t seem like it. Cyn could never remember seeing him so upset, especially not with her, but she tried to calm herself. She pulled up to the home in a matter of minutes, always a bit of a speed demon on the road. Admittedly, her home had been empty since she returned. But she hoped that with time, Ramiel would take place within her home once more.

She shut off the car once they came to a stop. “I... I’ll explain everything,” Maybe it was better that they did it here, so that they could come to some sort of peace, if there was any to find. She hoped that there was.

Cyn looked over at him, turning to sit sideways. “I was... everywhere.” She knew that he couldn’t smell the difference, because she always smelt like fresh rainwater — even as a wolf. It was a trait that her lineage shared, or did, before she became the last one. she grabbed his hand so that he could hopefully feel her increased body temperature. “They killed everyone... Everyone but me.” She hadn’t told anyone the specifics about what had happened to her. “I tried to come back so many times, Ramiel... I never got far.” Not until now.

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The thunder to her storm | Ramiel&Cyn

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gcdsoldier‌:

He’d always known she wasn’t dead. Regardless of the rumors and his ass being thrown back in here, Ramiel had known that Cyn was alive and breathing. Call it intuition, faith, love, whatever you wanted. He had known. And while he’d spent five years trying to reconcile why she would not just fail to send him a message, but also remain gone, after everything they had become. It had felt like more of a punishment than any of the physical torture sessions he had faced in his many lifetimes. He’d opened his heart to her. His dead, angelic, unfeeling heart. And she had let him down. Instead of taking care of it like they’d agreed, she had bailed. 

His jaw clenched up in response to her answer, one that would have so easily disarmed him in the past. But now it felt like a lie. It wasn’t that simple anymore. It didn’t surprise him that she wanted him to come along. Nor did he feel like he would get anywhere by turning her down. Even if his anger and defiance was sorely tempted to refuse her, simply out of spite. Angrily grabbing his shirt from his cot, the angel stalked out the open cell door, his chest still bare. “As you wish..” he muttered, to wound up to say anything else, still refusing to meet her gaze.

Hyacinth felt way too emotional. Part of her was tempted to retract the rental and leave — to run and perhaps bury her head underground for a while. That was so unlike Cyn Cardenas. She didn’t hide. She was a go-getter -- one of the more approachable mistresses, but every bit as controlling and ambitious. He seemed so angry with her, though... Not that it wasn’t his right to feel such a way. He thought she abandoned him, after all.

She gave a small smile at his compliance, and nodded her head, stepping to the side to allow him out. “Okay.” She walked, fully expecting him to walk along side of her, or to follow her. The hallway seemed much longer than it actually was, though that was due to the silence and the intense air between them. With no words, she unlocked the black car that waited outside and got in. It wasn’t until he was sitting in the passenger’s seat that she finally looked over.

“I-I missed you.” So much. More than he’d ever know. It wasn’t easy to be this now. She started the car and pulled away, heading in the direction of their home.