The wilted flower

My name is Gwenyth...and I am unclaimed

[undead-kennedy]

Beggars can’t be choosers || Open

[undead-kennedy]

Leo looked at the girl as he made his way over to the other side of the courtyard. Casting a shadow across her book. “What is so engrossing, Gwenyth?”

[gwenyth--carrington]

“Oh, hello Deputy Warden.” She smiled up to the man. Gwen held up the book to show him the cover. “It’s been almost a decade since I’ve read this book. I find it hard to believe I read it as a teenager with all the sex in it. Read it during my theatre class, too. Quite a naughty student I was, apparently.”

[undead-kennedy]

Beggars can’t be choosers || Open

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Leo shook his head and gripping the bread the two slaves had been squabbling about dropped it in the dirt and ground it into oblivion under his boot heel. He lifted a hand to forestall any protests, “First slave to speak is getting buried up to their neck in the courtyard and starved for a week. Vanish.” And the two slaves dispersed. Leo rolled his head and turned his head to look around the courtyard.

[gwenyth--carrington]

Gwen hadn’t noticed the fight, she managed to tune things like that out. She sat on a bench on the far side of the courtyard where the light was just right for reading this time of day. She wiped some sweat off of her brow and turned the page.

[gwenyth--carrington]

Gwen hadn’t noticed the fight, she managed to tune things like that out. She sat on a bench on the far side of the courtyard where the light was just right for reading this time of day. She wiped some sweat off of her brow and turned the page.

[gwenyth--carrington]

 flickering-frights:

“Oh, it’s you. I remember you, pretty little thing. Tempting, too.” Iris remembered the gyrating hips and the bedroom eyes. Their time had been cut short and hadn’t amounted to much. “Do you still have a dance for a mistress?”

She approached the woman and nodded. “If that’s what you’d like, then yes.” She smiled softly.

[litostgrimm-blog]

He recalled that in Britain it was a different type of celebration. “Any of your parents celebrate D-Day?” He offered, straightening out the belt. “It’s like that here. A memorial to all the fallen who’ve served in all the wars past.” He cleared his throat and stood tall before nodding his head to her. “And how are you doing? Find yourself someone proper enough to keep you in their company?” Jacob didn’t value himself much in any regard. And there was the problem with being around Gwen. She was so warm and inviting that anything less than a decent man shouldn’t have been allowed to claim her.

[gwenyth--carrington]

"Ah. No, sir, not really." She looked up at him as he continued. "I'm alright. No, not that I have any say in who's in my company...or more accurately...who's company I'm in. Everyone seems to get bored of me or think they're protecting me by rejecting me or enjoy my company but not enough to do anything about it." She sighed. "I'm used to that."

[chateaumedic-wade-blog]

Prayers In The Dark ||

[chateaumedic-wade-blog]

He blinked twice. Unfortunately the last thing that would help him was what some would considering being put in a useless state. He wouldn’t have it, he had his reputation to think of here. But he would settle for just her presence. It would help to have someone with him while the biggest wounds healed themselves. But that gash in his throat would be a tricky situation. Again, he spoke. Hoarsely. “Gauze… I need… Gauze Gwen.”

[gwenyth--carrington]

Gwen nodded. She could see thoughts swimming through his mind. She nodded again, and placed his hand on her shirt to keep pressure while she looked for the gauze. She found a wad of cotton akin to a feminine sanitary pad along side the gauze and brought it back to him. She quickly replaced the shirt with the items. "Better?"

[gwenyth--carrington]

Chit Chat

[mastersinclairofcovaire-blog]

“Fetch me a drink. As long as it’s strong - feel free to pour yourself one, if you drink.”

[gwenyth--carrington]

She nodded. “Do you take ice?” She poured him a drink and  grabbed a soda r a mixer for hers. “Thank you, sir.” she smiled softly, looking down at the drink before looking up. “I’m sorry, I can be a little quiet at first...”

[chateaumedic-wade-blog]

Prayers In The Dark ||

[chateaumedic-wade-blog]

Eyes fell upon Gwen as she stripped her shirt, attempting to clean up the sinew of flesh that was now raggedly torn. He could barely wheeze, let alone speak. But he tried. “Master… Displeased with… a rental.” Each breath made blood trickle from the wound at his throat, but he had no strength nor desire to move and fix anything. Instead he settled for the comfort of another being in his direct radius, and that he wasn’t alone. A shaky hand grasped hers as he tried to sort out what was wrong with his body and what would need repair, cursing the master that had left him in this state.

[gwenyth--carrington]

Gwen winced when she saw what speaking did to him. “Shh...ok, no more talking.” She leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. Gwen brushed hair from his forehead and held his cheek. “I’m not leaving your side. Just relax, try not to move.” If only she had a master she trusted...a couple names ran through her mind - Ben, Leo...they would be closest. “Do you want me to go get help? Blink once for yes, twice for no.” 

[litostgrimm-blog]

The uniform always felt so heavy on his shoulders. But Jacob wore it with pride despite the crushing weight of guilt it laid upon him. Memorial Weekend wasn’t something much celebrated in Covaire, but it was celebrated by soldiers who served to remember the fallen. And he would undoubtedly always remember every face that had been wiped from the planet. Both on his part, and the part of his enemies on the battlefield. As he moved through the streets, coming back to the city after attending a celebration, he felt someone staring and paused. “Yes?”

[gwenyth--carrington]

“Sorry...I didn’t recognize you.” She looked the wolf over, and could sense something was off. It wasn’t her place to comment, though. Gwen sat down and laced her fingers in her lap. “You look very handsome, sir. Is there an event going on?” The combination of being from England and not knowing even what month it was made it hard to keep up with things.

[flickering-frights-blog]

“Sometimes my old house needs another voice rather than the steady paws of that big cat. Dare I admit that immortality grows lonely?”

[gwenyth--carrington]

“I can understand that. Everyone craves some sort of company.”

[chateaumedic-wade-blog]

Prayers In The Dark ||

Please refer to this solo for prior information

Nolan had been laying there in the morgue for what felt like hours. Perhaps the guards would assume he’d been rented. Maybe they were looking for him anywhere but here. Who’d even sent him to dismantle the new corpses? Price? Deuce? Hell, he would take Bourne finding him right now as he laid there, a chopped up mess of flesh and blood. Vocal chords torn left him without the ability to speak. So there he laid on the cold wet stone, praying for something… Someone.

It wasn’t until he heard footsteps that he held some sort of hope. Raising his hand, he realized the master had practically crushed it while holding it down with his knee, leaving even that blood and bruised. He could only wheeze out breaths, unable to do much more. So he flexed his hand, despite the pain, allowing the tray of tools to clatter to the floor.

[gwenyth--carrington]

Gwen had some left over cookies from when she did some baking with a mistress. She wanted to bring some to the lonely doctor, whom she hadn’t seen in a while. She heard the clatter and turned sharply. “Hello?” She slowly walked towards she thought she heard the metallic clatter. It was Gwen’s turn to drop her plate when she saw the scene. The plate shattered and cookies crumbled on the floor. She ran over to him and crouched beside him. Tears welled up in her terrified eyes. Gwen covered her mouth in horror when she saw his throat. “Oh Nolan!” She stripped off her shirt to try to help clean him up. “Can...can you speak?! Who did this to you!?”

[gwenyth--carrington]

Chit Chat

[mastersinclairofcovaire-blog]

“Right. Well, I can assure you if I were ever to be sick of someone, they’d be the first ones out the door instead of having them linger in my place. ”

[gwenyth--carrington]

“Used to that too.” She said softly. “I’m sorry. No one wants to hear that. May I help you with anything, Sir?”

[jeremiel-boese]

Rusty Nail || Jeremiel & Open

[jeremiel-boese]

Jeremiel returned the brunette’s kiss, fingers fist the material of her dress and with one strong tug, tore the material off. He didn’t stop her from her actions. A low growl vibrated against her mouth, rolling his hips into her hand. Blunt teeth tugged at her bottom lip. “Knees Gwen”

[gwenyth--carrington]

“Don’t think so.” She chuckled. “I’ve got a better idea.” Gwen tried to push and tug him so his back was on the bar. With a sigh, she gave up, pouting. “That seemed a lot easier in the movies...” She muttered to herself, looking down as she tried to think. “One of those moments where life is clearly easier as a supernatural.” She shrugged. “That’s what I get for trying to be sexy.” She shook her head with a laugh and kissed him as she took his shirt off. Gwen kissed down his chest and stomach slowly until her tongue ran along his length.

[foreveryourscassie]

“Thank you. It’s crazy to think how long I have been with him though sometimes if feels like so much longer,” she grinned, “There is always time for baking!”

[gwenyth--carrington]

“You’ve been together as long as I can remember here.” She shrugged. “Great! It will be so much fun.”

[gwenyth--carrington]

“God, I know!” She shook her head with a bit of a laugh. “Thanks. I’m not going to hold my breath. I’m just trying to hold onto my sanity.”

[foreveryourscassie]

“Well maybe I can ask Alex to rent you soon. We can watch a movie and eat some junk food. it will help keep at least some of your sanity in check.”

[gwenyth--carrington]

“I would love that, honestly. Alex is nice. I’ve talked with him a couple times.” She smiled. “You two are a good looking pair together. But yes, that would be great. Oh! We could maybe bake a little? we could share recipes.”

[gwenyth--carrington]

Chit Chat

[mastersinclairofcovaire-blog]

He had only come into the kitchen to grab himself yet another glass of scotch. Nothing better than good ol’ liquor in the morning. Without even glancing up, he already knew who was there. “I don’t particularly have anywhere interesting to go in the morning so yes, I’m still here. I’m not sure if it’s a compliment that you expect  me to be gone already.”

[gwenyth--carrington]

“Oh, no, the house was just so quiet, and you weren’t in the bedroom.” She shrugged, looking down at the glass in her hand. “I’m also used to being left behind and cast off.” 

[jeremiel-boese]

Rusty Nail || Jeremiel & Open

[jeremiel-boese]

Jeremiel was shocked when Gwen’s sudden need to take control. He wouldn’t stop her. This could prove to be an interesting night after all. His hands moved to grasp the sides of her waist. “I think you need to show me more of this.”

[gwenyth--carrington]

“Well, if you hadn’t been such an ass to me on Freaky Friday, I would have.” The girl smirked. She was tired of playing it safe. Gwen had slowly started to regain footing in her life and go for what she wanted. She’d be damned if she let anyone take that away from her again. She pressed her lips into his and made short work of his belt and pants, gripping his manhood to work him up.