French Progeny

Jaxon Ollie Gagne, a 275-year-old Vampire Master who is a manager of  Magnum-X over the men and women section & Isak Löfgren's progeny ::  Thorn Haven Resident Currently has claim over 🖛 ✟ OPEN ✟ OPEN ✟ OPEN

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So perfect💓

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Silas,

he sucked on his cheeks and shook his head, “i don’t think so.” he hadn’t really been able to talk to anyone like this yet, and he missed it from when he didn’t have to watch what he said so he didn’t get hurt. 

silas stilled for a moment as the other shifted, worried he questioned too much but quickly let out a breath of relief when the master just answered his question. “that’s pretty cool,” it was more than cool obviously, but what he supposed to say? “i guess i just thinking your history is more interesting than you do,” he shrugged, bringing on of his legs up so he could rest his head on his knee.

“oh,” he cleared his throat, bringing his gaze back to him, “i was on this like, scavenger hunt, looking for someone. i guess i ended up too close to this town and they kidnapped me pretty much,” he let out a dry laugh, shrugging his shoulders. he was just finishing his cigarette when the other was finishing, though he supposed he was dead, didn’t really need to breath. “i’m still confused about this whole situation, but i just gotta bite my tongue and survive it”

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Chuckling, he raised his brows at him. “Don’t tell me I’m going to have to buy you flowers and a giant teddy bear wearing some fancy jewelry.” Anyone that could take his taunts and dish it back was someone that always intrigued the vampire and people he’d be more convinced to keep around him. Whoever the vamp was that rented him was an idiot for not keeping him around longer. 

Shrugging, he glanced around the town only in a small thought of his relationships with witches...at least past ones. “Only if the witch likes you and won’t fuck you over.” He added before offering Silas as devilish grin. “Yeah? Well perhaps one day I can get you some...tea and I’ll tell you all about my kind.” An offer he was actually being sincere about. 

“Sounds like shit luck...” Jaxon didn’t know how to really respond but at the last thing he said, he himself grew confused. “Confused about what exactly?” Curiosity killed the cat but it was a damn thing that he was able to live forever...to a degree.

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Violet,

Was it okay? The hellhound had never really been taught anything other than violence or being tough. Sure heartfelt moments were fine, but to be this open and this vulnerable to someone, someone she had just met too, was new. She didn’t know how to feel given her state of numbness. “But it can make you weak. It can cause you to be stupid and make choices that get you killed.” Her body relaxed even more as he kissed her palm. It was something so simple and yet it made her heart speed just a just a bit in happiness. She let her fingers mold with his. Fascinated with how easily she could let him around her walls that were now rubble. 

As her hand moved with his, the cold skin, the feeling of it under her hand. She just wanted to touch him and experience him, but not sexually, just… jut his being. Feeling the roughness of the scar, the upraising up skin, her brows furrowed. Head lifted a bit as she felt it under her finger tips. The short story had her heart beating in sadness and worry. “How did you escape?”

Her hand moved down his chest slowly, she was feeling the way his body felt, trying to memorize it. “But it wasn’t some battle. This was…. It was a traitorous move. Now I-… Now the two people important to me have abandoned me for my actions. I was told if I came near them my life would end. I have no one now.” But that wasn’t completely true since Jax said he would be there. “Why? Why stay by my side? I’ve betrayed the city and everyone here.” 

Her body shifted letting her hair fall into the water. It felt better already and when it was clean it would be much better. “I don’t even know where to start. Everything is a mess. I’ve never felt this way before.”

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Staring into her eyes, he lightly shook his head. “The only thing that makes you weak and makes stupid decisions is if you constantly act as if you are untouchable.” Showing your vulnerability to every soul - no, not a smart thing to do...showing it to the right person is. He wasn’t saying to tear her walls down completely around everyone but having that one person and allowing herself to...breathe. It’ll make things easier. Jaxon was just lucky he found that person before he was physically beaten down and he wouldn’t say that he’s that person for her but he’ll be there in any way she needs him to be. “Know your strengths and weakness because everyone has both. Even fucking superman.” 

Clearing his throat as he slides his fingers down her arm before allowing them to fall in the water and picked the cloth back up. “My maker saved me...again.” He simply answered, it was one of his many secrets he didn’t like to talk about but for her...at this moment - he would relive the moment. “I was turned for about a year or so. We were still traveling around, more frequently than Isak would have liked. I kept leaving drained bodies stacked up. Eventually, my luck ran out and a hunter tracked me down in Hungary. Thought I could easily drain him but he...got - the upper hand. Stabbed me in the back with a wooden stake soaked in Vervain. By all means, I should have died on the spot but Isak - he ripped the man’s heart out, and...he knew a few tricks to save my life before the shards of wood and vervain could completely end me.” As he completed the story he finally looked back up at the hound. “My body healed the most it could but a small scar is what I was left with. That...that human helped understand it’s not the size of the person...or even what their supernatural ability is. It’s their will and purpose that will save them and help them win the fight...every time.” Jaxon spoke more on the matter than he would have liked. Which is why he was thankful for the subject change from him back onto her. 

“Who was it? Who did you threaten to kill for freedom?” He asked finally, just needing to know that piece of information. “You did...you fucked up Violet, but in my eyes - you have already paid for your crimes.” Out of his hundred years of living seeing the state, she was left in...it was the most fucked up he’s yet to see. “Despite what you have done, you are still someone special.” 

Running his fingers through her hair, he only had his Old Spice shampoo and he was sure that was something she didn’t want so, for right now - he only massaged her head, getting all of the dirt out of her blonde locks. Eventually, he encouraged her to sit back up when nothing was coming off of her hair. “Right now - you just need to let your mind rest. Don’t think about anything, get a good night’s rest and we can come up with a plan tomorrow.”

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Silas,

silas smiled and shook his head, “you should know i take serious offense to that,” he teased back, already beginning to forget about the stressful night he was having. “yeah, everyone has a right to their own opinion,” not that he thought everyone’s opinion was right, he still respected it.

he couldn’t help but be amused by his huff, he could really only imagine how frustrating that was. mostly because, well, edward cullen was dull. no one could ever talk about something like that with the slave without him immediately getting curious, “day rings?” he questioned, his interest obvious in his voice. “oh trust me, you wouldn’t bore me.”

he nodded along to what he said, a simple shrug following, “the branding wasn’t that bad, i mean i’ve felt worse than that, ya know?” silas didn’t mind pain, depending on how much it was. “i was just so confused, and scared, it was scary,” he really hadn’t been able to talk about it like this. he took another long drag from his cigarette, eyes glancing down the street out of slight paranoia. he didn’t know when he needed to go back.

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Laughing as he simply shrugged, “Eh, you’ll get over it.” He mocked back enjoying the light teasing between the two. Normally, Jaxon wouldn’t bother picking up strays but he did have to admit that he was enjoying the company of the other. 

Talking about vampires was something that was reserved between himself and Isak, thus, he needed to retrain his mind that not every creature will be aware of what kept vampires from dying in the rays of the sun. Which his why he cleared his throat and sat up a little more. “It’s a blessed ring by a witch that helps us walk in the daylight.” He simply clarified before he watched him at the last thing he said. “Trust me, I even get bored of hearing my own history.” 

Grabbing another cigarette, his attention was still completely on the other. “Mind me asking how you got yourself landed here as a slave in the first place?” His curiosity about the other’s ventures was starting to grow. 

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Violet,

A wave of relief came over her as he agreed to stay. If he had said no and sent her on her way Violet most likely would have ended up crying. The girl didn’t know how to handle all her emotions right now or her state of mind. She had gone from a calculated, tricky, sarcastic hellhound, to… a mess. Scattered thoughts and memories. As she was lifted she mumbled a thank you holding onto him again. 

It had been a long time since someone had been this gentle with her. Even in the softer moment with Coco and Brandon there was a certain roughness with them. Sitting there, her eyes watched his face. The strand of hair being moved leading into that gentle kiss. Her eyes closed, even when he moved they stayed that way. Just so she could focus on that feeling. Hearing the water she opened them and sat silent. 

The way his hands gentle moved to take her clothes off. The feeling of dirty fabric being removed was a good thing. Violet hadn’t thought she’d be able to get any new clothes for awhile. His hands felt cold of course, but there was almost a hint of warmth from them. The way they took care not to rip or rush with the clothes. 

following him those few steps she got in the tub. It took her a moment to sit, it seemed her processing speed was much slower currently in her state, but she did and sighed as the warm water surrounded her. Her eyes were on the ceiling for a bit as she heard him sit and he began to help remove the dirt. She was enjoying the feeling of his hands on her in a different way than before. 

These were not hands eager to ruin her. Wanting to roughly handle her body and use them to his advantage. These hands wanted to help, soothe, and seemingly take away any pain. Slowly her head tilted to look at the master. Studying his movements, his face, the way he focused on taking care of her. With hesitation she slowly reached out, paused as if debating on continuing the movement, but eventually touched his face. Her fingers at first just touched his cheek gently, but soon her hand was cupping his face a bit. As if she was curious and hadn’t touched it before. It was an odd feeling for some reason. One of those moments that seemed sensual, but not. “I’ve never…” Violet’s eyes searched his face as her words slowly came out. “I feel broken, ashamed to be seen in this state. Is this what it feels like to vulnerable to someone?”

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Taking care of someone the way he was with Violet...it wasn’t something he didn’t do often. Or really ever. Sure, he, in ways, is a sweet guy but at the end of the day, he is still dead...still a heartless monster. A heartless monster who also learned a million lessons over the hundreds of years of living. Perhaps seeing Violet laying broken on the cold cement floor was only him looking in a mirror of how he laid after believing he could beat an angel. Then again he was a fairly new vampire who just went from his death bed to having everything in him heightened. Speed, hearing, sight, strength. Oh, he thought he was unbeatable until he was struck down and knocked down those million pegs. Of course, he had Isak there to pick him back up - suppose now...he was only doing what his maker once did for him for Violet. Being the person she needed to have to stand her back up on her feet again. 

He was careful to not scrub against her skin too hard but knew better to just brush at her skin expecting the dirt just float away. No, there was a middle ground he found where he could be gentle while still getting the dirt and dried blood off. Staying silent, he didn’t know what to say to her at first - the silence between them wasn’t awkward thus he kept quiet. Least till he could feel her shaking, wet fingers brush against his cheek. Only then did he stop scrubbing at her thighs and chest to look up at her. 

Looking between her eyes, damn did he just want to say it was just the blood she drank from him but he couldn’t bring himself to lie to her. Not now at least. Offering her a settle smile, he thought about what to say to her. “It’s okay to let yourself be vulnerable sometimes, Violet.” He started. “Doesn’t make you any less of a bad ass...” Reaching up, he moved the cloth along her cheek. “You don’t have to be tough, some even find vulnerability...sexy.” At the last thing he said, he allowed a huffing laugh to come out. Kissing the palm of her hand, he let the cloth go in the water and took her hand in his but guided her fingers to close around him just so he could kiss her knuckles before guiding her hand under the top of his shirt and just over his shoulder blade, there was a small ridged area. A scar that is so small that some could missed if they didn’t concentrate enough. “I was almost killed by a hunter because I thought I was better than everyone...everything. A human....of all things nearly gutted me.”

The only reason why he told her this, was just to show her that everyone can be beaten given the right person and circumstance. To show her a piece of his own vulnerability. “There is nothing to be ashamed of. You win some battles and lose some - what’s more important is bringing yourself back up to your feet again, and I’ll be here to help guide you back.” He said, trying his best to reassure her. 

Moving to his knees a few moments later, he placed his hand in between her shoulders. “Lean back - we need to wash your hair.” 

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Violet,

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking. I was in a blood haze and all i could do was fight.” She paused looking down as she hid her face in his chest. “The blood felt good and I was enjoying the feeling of skin ripping and.. and..” Violet shivered as she began to cry again. When he moved she was worried he was leaving her and was about to object but then he said to stand. 

Shakily she stood and clung to the man. Her body working slow and uneasy. She had been down there for awhile and her legs had pretty much gone soft a bit. The entire time they paid for the rental and walked the halls she clung. Fists holding his shirt like a security blanket. “Thanks you. For taking me tonight.” Her hand held his tightly. It felt strong and protecting. It felt safe. 

Gasping as she was lifted the hellhound wrapped her arms around his neck. Eyes closed as she hid her face in his neck. She knew it wouldn’t last long, but she still felt the need to hold tight or else she would fall. Everything in her right now was acting like a helpless child. Nothing wanted to work at full capacity. Violet felt like a child and she hated it. However her mind and soul had been broken and torn. As her mind had decided it could no longer hold back all the things Violet kept hidden. 

Stepping in the girl turned to him as he spoke of a shower, clothes, and getting food. “No.” Her voice weak once again moving to hold him. “I-… I don’t want to be alone.” Hand taking his again she hid in his chest shaking her head. “I’m scared.” That was a first. She never admitted feelings to anyone like this. It was a first. 

“Please, will you come with me? I don’t think I can manage on my own.” Honestly Violet knew she would fall apart if she was alone. His kindness was too much. She had done wrong, she had broken rules, she had become a traitor to her mistress and Brandon. The guilt was slowly consuming her, becoming too much. “Please Jax?” Blue eyes looked at the vampire, pleading he wouldn’t leave her be.

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The hound clinging to him wasn’t something he’d expected. Whoever beat her into the pavement must have done a serious fucking number on her. His curiosity grew into knowing who was the master that did this to her but at the same time, he knew it was probably a smarter idea to leave things be. Right now, she was in his protection and that’s all that matters. With being out of the cells and somewhere...safe, he wasn’t expecting for her to grab his hand and bury her head back into his chest. Sighing a deep breath, he brushed and cupped the side of her neck with his free hand. 

It was that small confession of her being scared that made him cave. How the hell was he supposed to turn her away after that? “Okay...” He said, puffing his chest out just to encourage her to look up at him -- his thumb under her chin giving her that slightly more motivation. “Okay.” He repeated but he looked between her eyes just so she could tell he was being serious. Knowing that she was slightly still weak, he leaned back down to pick her back up and walked the way to the master bathroom. 

Going from the hellhound he fucked in the rain to the one that clung to him every step they took, begging him to not leave her side. Jaxon believed this was an entirely new hellhound. Eventually, he would ask for a better story of just enjoying the way fresh blood was feeling against her skin. As for right now, he just sat her down on the closed toilet lid as he kneeled in front of her, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ear peering up at her. Leaning up he lingered his lips against her own before softly pulling away. So, he could start the warm bath for her. 

Allowing the water to fill up, kneeled back down just so he could take her shoes off of her feet. Grabbing her hands he assisted her to her feet, never straying too far away, he...at first, tugged the hem of her shirt before pulling it above her head and tossed it to the side. Helping her undress, he knew he couldn’t just rip the clothes off of her as he’s done before, though there was something much more sensual about carefully and slowly taking the clothes off of her than it was ripping them off and taking her for himself. Granted right now, he wasn’t completely thinking of it but he couldn’t help but for the memory to be planted into his head.  Once she was completely naked, the water was up high enough so he turned it off and took her hand once again as he helped her inside of the tub but allowed her to sit down in the water on her own time. However, a promise was a promise, he sat down on the outside of the tub, grabbing a cloth and helped get rid of the dirty spots that stuck to her skin.

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Silas,

his brows would furrow, “really? you don’t think i’m a tea person? you should see me actually drink coffee then ‘cause i’d be jumping off the walls,” it was true, he got hyper way too fast from caffeine like that. “no, it’s not tea itself it’s like the type of tea with sugar and milk and honey, it wakes me up,” he shrugged, he knew it might be weird to others, especially a vampire, but it worked for him.

“oh you might hate me for this one, but i swear i thought that’s what vampires were gonna be, just some edward cullen shit,” he smiled, shaking his head at himself, “are you more like the lost boy vampires?” he teased, hoping he didn’t accidentally get too comfortable around the master.

he breathed in smoke from his cigarette, nodding his head, “barely though,” smoke left his lips as he spoke, “i was being branded during the whole ‘normal’ part,” he only really saw the chaos, that was before he had been sent back to the cells. “no, i was really lucky, i just tried to hide, stayed out of the way, got back to l’enfer safe and sound.”

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Shaking his head, he looked him over before replying. “No, I thought you were a juicer.” He teased, before actually listening to what he said. “Sounds fair enough, I suppose. Coffee isn’t for everyone just like how tea isn’t.” To be fair - neither were for Jaxon. Though offer him whiskey and he’d be your best fucking friend for life. Which is really an eternity. 

Jaxon only huffed, suppose it was fair...with how much Hollywood has twisted and turned about vampires - some were bound to believe the most popular story about them, which unfortunately was Twilight. “No, we walk out in sunlight without a day ring - we burn to death.” He allowed that piece of information to float in the air for a while. “But I won’t bore you about vampire history.” He said as he grinned over at Silas. 

Studying the other, he couldn’t imagine being branded, taking every power away from him. In some ways he could see how it would suck but being dead...it prevented him from feeling complete sorrow for them. “I can’t imagine what you lot go through...with the branding. But you were smart in just staying out of the way...not trying to make a run for it. It wouldn’t end so pretty for you.” 

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                              Talks With  ➝ @lostxdarragh

                                                    __________

Jaxon was at L’Enfer to make some arrangements, ones that he didn’t think he’d be making...least not for awhile. Though due to some events his decision was one that he believed was best...served. However, there was still loose ends he needed to cover up before making everything finalized, hence his visit. Just about done wrapping a few more things up, a familiar scent soon came into the room. As he looked up a soft smile appeared as he looked over the slave that he enjoyed the company of. 

“Darragh. Glad to see your still around after the shit storm.”

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Samael​,

“So… a vampire with kindness in their heart. I didn’t think that was even a thing” That was what he had been taught after all, to hunt the undead creatures, to kill them so that God was given what was owed. A soul. It had taken the angel centuries and the cutting of his own wings to understand just how wrong he had been guided. Sure some were the monsters he was told about, but much like many other creatures there were the ones that just wanted to live their lives and not be bothered by an angel. “I hope he sees that… but between me and you, I think he might be too busy with that slave of his to even notice anything else.”. 

The chuckle just continue as the other mentioned that no one knew his underwear size. “I would be surprise if they did. I don’t think anyone has ever paid any attention to anything else other than my cock when it out.”

The angel raised his glass when the other said he understood the value of having things done the way they wanted. He wasn’t the only one to think like that after all. 

“About 20 years, on and off…“ mostly off, especially in the last five years. “and I’m not all that surprised. There is a lot to do in this city,  If I’m at Magnum-X, I’m normally looking at the dancers, and I mostly keep to myself.“ to a point that was true, he didn’t invest money in his home to spend his days walking about. 

“And besides, You are not really the type of thing I go after“

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Tilting the drink towards his lip, he shrugged, “Just a possessive asshole...” He stated before taking that drink. Even though what the angel has said was true, at least in some ways. Jaxon was always protective by nature when he became a vampire that trait just sort of...en-heightened. Suppose it was a blessing and a curse. Nodding his head with a slight laugh Jaxon couldn’t help but to agree. “Well if you met Tatiana, you would see how he’s gotten his hands full with her.” Jaxon has only met Xavier’s new...ish slave once and within the short amount of time even the vampire knew better than to push her buttons. 

“From what I hear, I don’t think anyone was paying attention to your boxers once they hit the floor.” It wasn’t as if he was prude, an incubus is his boss. Talking about sex was just something he was never weirded out by. Not even when it was referring to his own or the other’s. “Though I’m not sure how I feel about someone apparently giving me a run for my money...” He simply taunted. 

That would make more sense, truthfully, seeing how Jaxon himself kept to himself most times. Only browsing around the shadows of Magnum-X ensuring his dancers’ safety but other times he hid in his office. Plus didn’t help that in the daylight he was forced to stay inside of his house until the dark skies took over.  Acting dramatic, Jaxon put a hand over his heart. “Ouch, I don’t know if that should be taken as an insult or necessarily a good thing. But that hurt.” 

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Violet,

She had forgotten they were in the cells still. Violet was too upset and distracted by Jaxon to really notice. She was a mess and that was something she usually hid. Something she kept away from people so no one would ever see her vulnerable. Though she did feel a bit better being held and comforted. Taking in the male’s familiar scent as her eyes were closed and her body stayed close to him. 

“Something very bad.” She murmured afraid to speak of the event. She knew it would not make him happy and would probably make him very disappointed in her. Something Violet hated. Not that she would ever admit that she had weaknesses like that. The hound hated being weak and even in submission was still fighting those who were above her. 

Though she knew she needed to tell him. Otherwise the story would get twisted and sound worse. “I- I tried killed a bunch of people. And I tried to kill someone close to me in hopes of getting freedom.” Violet grabbed onto Jaxon’s shirt just in case he tried to get away. She didn’t want him to leave. “I was promised freedom if I helped weaken the city during the attack. But…. he… a master got in the way and I wasn’t thinking clearly. My state of mind was half gone and I tried fighting, tried to kill him. Instead he beat within an inch of my left and locked me down here.”

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Jaxon never let Violet go, he kept her close and listened to what she said intently. Shit, shit, shit. It was the only thing that ran through his head as he listened to the story. Brushing her hair back, he pulled back a little just so he could look down at her. “Dammit, Violet. I thought you were smarter than that.” She was headstrong and snappy but to think she could fight and kill a master...sure some of the brands worn off but that wasn’t even slightly enough. 

Clearing his throat, he pulled away. “Come on, stand to your feet.” He instructed knowing she was physically healed. “You’re coming home with me tonight.” Then he can work things out from there. Right now, he just needed to get her back to his place and to keep her safe. Keeping her hands on his own, he hoisted her up on her feet but he allowed her to lean on him if she wanted as he kept his arm around her and took her hand with his free one.  Walking her out of the cell, he went up to the front and paid to rent her for the night. Even though he needed to compel the other to accept the transaction, there was no way he was going to just allow Violet to be alone tonight. Paying for the...rental was the only time he let her go but as soon as everything was straightened away, he took her hand again and walked out with her beside him. 

Once both were passed the doors he tugged on her hand to stop walking, leaning down he picked her up with ease. “Hold on tight.” He instructed, in one second they went from the front of L’Enfer to the front of his house. Placing her back on her feet, he fished for his key as he opened the door. He’s rented slaves before but normally he would never take them back to his home, Violet was the first and only slave that’s ever walked past the threshold of his home. 

“You can take a shower if you’d like. I can give you some fresh clothes. As for food - well, I don’t have any except for bagged blood - so, if you have any requests. You can tell me and I can get it while you clean yourself up.” He offered as he opened the door for her, allowing her to walk in first before he followed suit - closing the door behind him as he threw his keys on the nearby table. 

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Mary​,

Most rentals left her feeling like this. Dirty and hollow, as if someone had taken something from her that she hadn’t wanted to give. But as always, had no choice in the matter. Of course sitting outside in the slave ensemble wasn’t too clever. No part of the outfit gave her any protection from the cold, or offered any warmth to counter it. Yet the cold had raged against her skin for so long that Mary felt numb to it all. Stiff and numb and empty. Resting her chin on her updrawn knees, the blonde stared dully at the street before her. It was quite early in the evening yet, so the city was still buzzing with people, lights and sounds. Yet she felt removed from it all. Perhaps because sitting on this bench in a city she was imprisoned in, it was hard not to wish this wasn’t her life. 

For a time it hadn’t been so bad. And when things weren’t too hard, she was able to convince herself things would be alright. But when they weren’t? Then all she wanted was to escape.. Her name was being called by a familiar voice, yet the human didn’t react before half a minute into the tight hug her friend was giving her. “Hi Jax.” she murmured, moving her arms to hug him back. He was, as always, too sweet to worry about her. “Yeah, I just stayed put in my cell. Though I was almost knocked out cold by a guard asking for information..” she replied, figuring it was worth mentioning. “How are you?” 

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It was good to know that she was still around, Mary and Isak were the only ones that Jaxon truly cared for for a long time and knowing that Isak is gone and no plans on returning - he needed Mary to still be here. Completely pulling away he still looked her over, just to make sure there wasn’t any marks on her that he needed to heal. Though at the mention of her being in a cell, his eyes snapped up towards her. “Cell? I thought you were claimed?” But there was a question that haunted him ever since he saw Mary again, one he didn’t bother to ask before now. 

“Where is Evan?” 

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send a symbol for your muse to find mine...

🌷- Alone

🥀- Dying

🤕- Injured/sick

☠️- Dead

🐥- Alive

😈- Possessed

👻- As a ghost

😼- Transformed into an animal/monster

🦋- In a joyful mood

☔️- In a somber mood

☀️- Overheated

☃️- Shivering from the cold

💫- Dazed and dizzy

💦- Crying

🍇- Extremely hungry

🏇🏻- Being chased

🗜- Stuck in a trap

🔮- In a dream

🛌- Bedridden

📖- Reading/studying

🎍- Tending to a shrine/visiting a grave

🌼- Caring for some plants

⭐️- Stargazing

☄️- In a dangerous situation

[absoluterpmemetrash]

Send me ‘What If’ scenarios for my muse to answer.

[bewitchingmemes]

touch-starved starters!!

❝ no one’s ever done that to me before. ❞

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞

❝ i can’t remember the last time i did this with someone. ❞ 

❝ that feels nice. ❞

❝ i haven’t been hugged in years. ❞

❝ i never want to let go. ❞

❝ let’s just cuddle forever. ❞ 

❝ you put your arm around me and i literally felt my knees buckle, this is so pathetic. ❞

❝ i just want to be held for a little while. ❞

❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

❝ i need to remember what hugs feel like. ❞

❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞

❝ i’ve never been in a relationship before, so i don’t really know how to do the whole…kissing thing. ❞

❝ you were my first kiss. ❞

❝ could we cuddle, like, platonically? ❞

❝ i’m in desperate need of a hug. ❞

❝ i didn’t even know i was ticklish there! ❞

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Silas,

silas couldn’t help but to burst out into laughter as the other actually did the scouts honor, shaking his head. “okay, well now i have to believe you,” he spoke between light laughs. he quite enjoyed watching that, it probably made his night. it was ironic how just from that silas didn’t feel as intimidated anymore. 

he went a bit wide eyed and hummed, he needed to get used to the people here being alive for so long. “funny, i’m more of a tea person,” he smiled a bit teasingly. he pursed his lips, shaking his head, “no, not that i know of anyway. but i guess there is always a first for everything”

he inhaled as the master lit his cigarette, letting the smoke linger in his lungs for a bit before slowly blowing it out. it felt nice, it felt like he was getting a release from it all- just for now. “i actually got here right before all that crazy shit happened, wasn’t even put in a cell yet,” he wished he hadn’t ever reached a cell, this was still something he had to get used to.

☨

Jaxon never liked to be too serious, sure, when he needed to be - then he’ll be serious but normally he like to make things...light. Which is why when he got the slave to laugh and relax being around him, lifted the smirk on his features just a bit more. Lifting the cigarette to his lips, he breathed in the smoke as his gaze went to scan the open surroundings of night fall over Thorn Haven. Besides the night creatures, it stayed pretty bare and silent...something that Jaxon actually likes. 

Looking over at Silas with a raised brow, he looked him over. “I wouldn’t pick that up about you.” He said referring to him being more of a tea person. Shrugging a couple of seconds later. “Well, I don’t know how well tea will wake you up...”  Laughing, it wasn’t hard to figure out who spends time around vampires and which ones don’t. "You’ll be fine - just don’t assume that we are anything like those damn forsaken vamps in Twilight.” He warned the angel. 

Getting closer to the end of his cigarette, he took one last huff before putting it out and relaxed more back into the bench. “Least you got to see Thorn Haven’s normal before it went all to shit.” He said. “Were you hurt during the shit storm?” 

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                                                  You can stay but your clothes have to go.

100% Switch 87% Master/Mistress 84% Dominant 71% Rigger 66% Exhibitionist 64% Masochist 63% Sadist 62% Primal (Hunter) 58% Experimentalist 56% Vanilla 55% Submissive  51% Owner 49% Brat 49% Brat tamer 47% Voyeur 45% Rope bunny 44% Non-monogamist 43% Daddy 29% Pet 28% Slave 16% Age-player 3% Boy 1% Primal (Prey)  0% Degradee 0% Degrader

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BASICS  ➝

AGE: Is 275-years-old but looks 28 FC: Dacre Montgomery DO THEY DIFFER FROM THEIR FC?: Not precisely, perhaps just a few more defined abs.  USUAL EXPRESSION: Jaxon doesn’t like to take everything so seriously. While he is more of a free spirit and will have a charming smile, he also knows how to be serious when he needs to be.  DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: Well...look at him and you’ll see. 

BODY TYPE ➝

HEIGHT: 5′10 - Most of the height comes from within his torso. BODY TYPE: Mesomorph BUILD: He has a lean...defined body. Most of his weight go to his hips and ass normally.  ACTIVITY LEVEL: He likes to keep up his physique, so, he’ll go on light jogs to loosen up his muscles, then work out in the gym on the weights for his arms, legs and torso. All to keep his defined...lean muscular body.

HAIR ➝

NATURAL HAIR COLOR: Light Brown CURRENT HAIR COLOR: Only dyes his hair to hide the grey/white hairs NATURAL HAIRSTYLE: Straight-ish CURRENT HAIRSTYLE: He keeps it short...buzzed.  FACIAL HAIR: Eyebrows, Five O’Clock Shadow beard BODY HAIR: He keeps himself pretty clean...shaved. He doesn’t like a lot of hair, so, he would let his leg and armpit hair grow a bit but he’d normally get annoyed and shave it all. 

EYES ➝

EYE COLOR: Blue CONTACTS: None GLASSES: Doesn’t have the need to, but he does like to wear those geeky glasses.  LASHES: Long and lustful

BEAUTY & STYLE ➝

PIERCINGS: None TATTOOS: Can’t have any, they will all heal. MAKEUP: None SCARS: One scar, on his left shoulder blade but it’s so small that it can be easily missed STYLE: Vintage modern FAVORITE OUTFIT: Simple jeans and t-shirt with his favorite leather jacket & whatever shoes that are laying around.