"the asshole"

The name is Miles, and I'm 21, so yeah, I'm pretty much legal.

[itslordmiles]

[itslordmiles]

tenyearlange‌:

He had his reasons for not speaking, at least he did when he was first brought here. Over the years the truth behind his choice began to blur with the rumors; now he’s not even sure he remembers, himself, why he chose to never speak again. Thankfully, though, there were other’s here like Miles that respected his choice rather than wasting their breath questioning him. In a way it was comforting to know that among all this chaos that someone still had the heart to be understanding. 

Smiling softly as Miles signed thank you, Matthew tucked his own orange back into the pocket of his hoodie before turning himself a bit more so he could face the younger slave through the bars. Placing his right palm flat against his chest, he rubbed his chest in a circle (the movement clock-wise from Mile’s perspective) to sign  ‘ Please ‘  in reply to being asked if Matthew wanted him to say it. It might not have been any of his business, and plenty of the slaves here– despite how he was only trying to help– would have told him that; but when it came to someone he cared about, like Miles, no wasn’t really an answer he’d go along with. Maybe he should have let Miles keep the story to himself because all hearing it did was upset him. He knew how the master’s could be, their cruelty had been turned on him enough times for him to be know it almost intimately, and yet his blood still began to boil when he heard a master tried to force himself on Miles… and decided to starve him out as punishment for not being cooperative. With a sigh, he lifted his hands and began signing; his frustration clear in the way his face knitted together.  ’ How can you tell me not to worry? Until you are allowed to have regular portions, I will give you half of mine at breakfast and dinner. ’  He could have left things there, but Matthew needed to know one more thing.  ‘ Which master was it? What is his name? ’

Miles knew that maybe Matthew wouldn't have a nice reaction on all that, most of humans around they protected each other, Matthew had that gigantic body that could literally punch the hell out of a few people, so maybe he does feel like he should help his friends and protect them, but as usual, Miles was hard to deal with, he hated to be controlled almost the same way he hated to have other people getting hurt for him, he still had the scar on his stomach from being stabbed by that awfull demon after trying to save one of his friends a few months ago, he didn't wanted that to happen to anyone. "You don't have to do that, Matthew, seriously! Look at you, you clearly need more food than me." Miles had a jock body but nothing like Matthew, he needed maybe twice more proteins than Miles and the food he had was very importat for his health. Miles grinned, but a guard was passing by them so he did the same as Matthew and replied to him using signs, moving hands in front of him and touching different parts of his face and chest. "You need this more than me! You can help them more than I can!" He grinned, trying to pass some confidence in his words even tho Miles was indeed in pain. As the guard walked away, Miles went back to using words. "Don't go after him, ok?! He's a demon, he's a hundred times stronger than you, and he won't think twice before hurting you really bad!"

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tenyearlange‌:

He wasn’t sure which upset him more; the fact that Miles had found himself in the cross-hair of yet another vengeful master or the fact that Miles was turning down his small gesture in favor of toughening his punishment out. Rather than pulling back, Matthew let his brows together– silently calling bull shit– on the younger being okay. Then, since his hand was still inside the other’s cell, he dropped the orange into the boys lap; and to make sure Miles actually kept it, he pulled out the one he’d saved for himself just to reassure that it was okay to take it from him. Even if he didn’t have the spare he would have given it to Miles. The boys here like him were always a weak spot for Matthew; sometimes because they pulled out his fatherly side, which he thought died years ago, and sometimes because they were the most understanding. Dropping down to sit properly on the floor, not caring if the guards saw him, he leaned his shoulder against the cell door between them. With a soft smile, he let his head dip down a bit so he could meet Mile’s gaze as if he was asking him to explain what got him into trouble this time. 

Miles was in fact a complicated soul. A genius boy with the highest IQ in town, locked, starving and being used as a toy, his body could be healing but his soul was long broken to pieces, and maybe that was something he knew he had in common with Matthew. While looking into the man's eyes Miles put one of the hands on his chest and beated twice circuling the hand around and pointing at Matthew. That meant "thank you", in sign language, he never asked why Matthew never spoke, but he respected that, he tried to talk to him with sign language a few times but he wasn't sure he understood them too much. "You want me to say it, don't you?" He murmured, opening a short shyly smile as he could tell Matthew was worried. Miles looked to the orange he had in hands and sighed, gathering himself for that. "They tried to force me into sexual things again... I said no, so the master didn't beated me but told the guards that I should have reduced food and water for a few more weeks cause of that." He sighed. "I'm almost on the limit of suviving but... don't worry, ok? I'll be fine." Once again, Mils nodded and tapped his chest with a closed wrist twice, moving the hand up with two fingers pointing up. that meant "I believe"

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open to slaves

Walking through the corridors after coming back from working at the hospital, Matthew was absentmindedly tossing and catching an orange as he moved. Despite having the warm layer of his hoodie, and despite wearing his sweats rather than his shorts, a shiver ran down the human’s spine as the cold air managed to cut through his clothes. This was no way to live– but, hey, he’s made it work for 10 years… and at least he’s alive, right? With a sigh, he tried to keep himself from thinking about any of this as he made his way to his cell. All he tried to think about was climbing onto his cot and wrapping himself in the sheer blankets he had… but things hardly ever worked out for Matthew the way he planned. 

As he was moving through the corridors, he noticed a slave sleeping against the bars of his cell. It wasn’t normal but it wasn’t something that really warranted concern. Sometimes the slaves moved in their sleep, or sometimes they found the floor more comfortable than their cots. Matthew stopped, though, because he was alone; and because he cared. It might not have been much to offer, but he approached the cell and knelt down by the bars. Reaching through, he gently squeezed the other’s shoulder with his left hand to wake them up. Once they began to stir, he pulled his left hand back and slowly stretched his right hand out– with the orange in his grip– to show that he meant no harm; and to offer them something to eat.

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That was for sure a horrible day, like many man others. Miles always had problems with rules and giving masters the respect they should receive from him, the truth is Miles is a rebel soul, he hated that place, the rules, the masters and the way his friends and people like him were treated. He was left with almost no food for a few days now after getting into trouble again, his body was getting weak and he couldn't do nothing about it, but wait. Maybe dying was a nice way to leave that place. He didn't knew even where he sitted that time, he just cme back to the cells and sitted anywhere to think and maybe have some flashbacks about decisions he made, that's when he saw the man coming closer. "Hey Matthew..." He murmured with no excitement at all.  Miles saw the orange, he knew people were helping each other down there but he couldn't accept that, Matthew probably worked hard to have it, and Miles wouldn't take that from him. "I'm ok, thanks... I just... have a few more days of punishment to go... It will be over soon."

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mastertristianalys‌:

“I play with pretty boys!” Tristian exclaimed cheerfully.  “Do you like pizza?  I like pizza so we can have pizza for lunch.  You can call and get it delivered.  They just send it here.  So much better than hunting or cooking, don’t you think?” he said.  “I had the servants check before I came to make sure there was a place.”

"Did anyone ever told you that you look like a freaking psychopath when you say things like that while smiling?" Miles wasn't quite joking, it was very weird to see the way that kid talked and smiled all the time at the same time. "I... I do... I lipe pizza." He said while yet trying to keep a safe distance from him, he was a very attractive young guy but Miles was literally scared.

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ofwclf‌:

With the last of his packing now just one box away, Hal decided that he deserved a nice cold one from the fridge. So while his head was placed in the fridge, the knock on the door startled him that he jerked up and hit his head on the top shelf of the fridge. “Ow…fudge!” He uttered out as he rubbed his head. Sitting the beer on the counter top, he opened the door to see the male. Visions of the male at the festival came to mind as he remembered who he was. “Miles. How…are you lost?” He for sure knew he hadn’t rented a slave so either Miles had escaped the slave house or a master that rented him, which wouldn’t be great news for him. “You shouldn’t be here, should you?” His voice showed he was concerned for the other’s safety. “Come in. Tell me what’s happened.”

Just that worried tone got Miles even more into a comfortable space. He knew Hal was different by now and that was maybe one of the reasons Miles was thinking about him. "Would you believe me if I say that I was walking around and decided to come see you?" He smirked, quite confused or maybe just shy. "I don't know... I just... I finished some cleanings around and I decided to come here before going back, is not like this is the first time I break a rule." He grinned. "How you doing, Hal?"

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mastertristianalys‌:

Tristian popped up behind the slave and tapped him on the shoulder.  “Yay!  You looked cute while you were cleaning but now we can play!” he exclaimed.  “Though maybe you want some lunch first?”  His place hadn’t needed much cleaning though there was some dust about from getting his things unpacked and Tristian wanted to see how the slaves would do at the role just in case he needed to hire some servants instead.

The shoulder tap gave him chills, Miles didn't had quite a great past experience with that person, he saved his life, and Miles was thankfull for that, but at the same time he took Miles on a trip of terror and had that creppy smile on his face like he was just having fun and nothing else. It was hard to explain, but Miles was a bit sared of him and his personality. "Er... I'm hungry, yeah..." He sighed a bit shyly. "But, just a question, what do you usually play with?"

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Miles wasn't an easy guy, his own personality was a bit rebel and he was used to show some mean face when working for any master. Even when only trying to help the cleaning, he couldn't avoid his face, he wasn't born for that, wasn't born to be a slave, but to be rich and powerfull or something that big, but now, he was cleaning someone's place. "Sir... I just finished cleaning the bedroom and took a shower, everything is almost done!" He said while standing there with hair yet a bit wet. "Is there anything else you need me to do after finish cleaning?"

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The festival has passed but some of Miles's thoughts from it was still very present in his mind. He was used to deal with assholes all the time, his brain could calculate complicated math equations in instants so of course he could get himself out of rude masters, but one of them seemed different. The truth was, Miles couldn't get Hal out of his head. Not cause he was in love with him, but cause everything about that man was made to get him crazy, his words, his smile, his eyes, body and thoughts. He was caught for the first time intrigued by someone in that horrible place. After succeding on getting himself away fro another stupid master, Miles used the opportunity to try to quiet his mind, trying to stay distant from the guards and knocking on Hal's door. "Room service..." he chuckled. "I think that's what they call"

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kaideneric‌:

“You don’t have anything better to do during celebrations?” Eric asked almost lazily from a few feet away. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed casually. The wolf wasn’t the most conventional of supes, despite his being complicit in the system, this approach really wasn’t to his interest.

The other master turned to look at him, seeming rather heated – at least at first. But the wolf’s casual demeanour seemed to take the wind out of his sails. “You can try with the bitch instead.” Then he stormed off like a petulant toddler. Eric gave it a few beats, listening to his footsteps as he walked away before straightening up and walking over to the human. 

“Christ, pup. Gonna need a potion for this.” He muttered as he took the bruises – and the blood – in. The wolf offered out a hand, “C’mon. Let’s see if we can’t get you cleaned up.”

"Pup..." Miles murmured while rolling his eyes. He knew that by the moment the man came in, it didn't looked like he cared too much about helping Miles, maybe he was just doing that cause he felt like he could do something nice for someone in that very instant just cause it could be fun. But Miles took a moment of thinking before actually accepting the help and holding his hand to try to get up feeling the sharp pain on his ribs and legs. "Fuck..." He coughed. "I think I'll need two... and the name... is Miles, not pup." He gulped as the pain was starting to go easy as he stopped moving himself too much, taking a moment before starting to try to walk, he really needed to clean up. "Thanks for the help anyways..."

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mastertristianalys‌:

“Bye, bye,” Tristian called out in a sing song tone as his wings sprang from his back with sufficient force to knock the other master back and away, a puddle appearing out of thin air to send him skidding further away.  “Oops,” he said with a very cheeky grin before snatching up the slave with claws of water that became actual dragon claws as he took to the air.  The flight was short and he deposited the boy in an open field.  “Do you really want to get to beat up?” he asked as he retook human form.  “Or were you just being silly?” he asked as he washed away the blood with more conjured water so he could get a better look at the pretty boy.

As Miles was really getting himself ready for more of those punches, a crazy violent wind came like a hurricane, pushing the master away and Miles closed his eyes and protected himself with his arms till the wind was gone. But that voice was weird, he knew he heard something, and before he could even think about it, something came up and pulled him up. Miles wasn't a fan of heights, so he basically just screamed. That thing was flying him away and he was terrified of that height so nothing in this world would make him open his eyes. As his body touched the gound once again, Miles dragged himself a few feet, just making sure he was back in the ground for real and also getting air back to his lungs after a while of screaming when something like a bucket of water was thrown at him. "What the fuck..." he murmured, that was a weird thing after another and even with the water getting him to feel a little better, he was still very confused when he turned his eyes to see the other boy next to him. "Can I just take a second to ask what you just did?" He coughed "Like... what exactly just hapenned?"

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willwoodhq‌:

“Diabetes is no joke. There was a kid in my school who almost died one day. They even cancelled classes.” Will was talking in hushed tones, but still trying to pay attention to whether any masters were in earshot. Talking shit about them is fun, but getting caught and punished for it, not so much. He took another bite of the apple before discreetly tossing it to the ground and kicking it under a booth so that nobody would notice it. “I wouldn’t do too bad in the pits. At least for the first fight or so.” Back when all hell broke loose, Will’s dad taught him some basic self-defense. Not that it would matter much against the unnaturally fast and strong creatures, but unfortunately they weren’t the only threat at first, so he had to defend himself from other humans as well, if it came down to it. A kick to the groin, then a knee in their face and run like hell. That was about all Will knew of fighting. 

"I'm not even gonna ask what kind of school that was." Miles murmured, he watched the boy gave another bite on the damn apple and rolled his eyes, just grabbin the damn fruit and throwing it away. " Stop eating this shit, isn't good to your heart." Miles crossed arms again and for a second his brain tried to imagine Will fighting in the pit, he would for sure come back as human pancakes. "Will, you would die. In the first fight. You would die." He seemed quite worried but just telling the truth. "So maybe stay with your apples, Snow white. Just stop fucking eating them, it's disgusting."

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froxeren‌:

If there was one thing that Xeren appreciated about humans, it was their tenacity. So weak and feeble, it was their tenacity that allowed them to survive for so long, and it was clear that the one before him was clearly full of it. He could admire that, and he took a step forward. “Be gone,” he stated, looking to the guard that had been just about to abuse the boy. When the guard looked at him, he was about to argue when Xeren let out a low hiss under his breath, silencing the guard almost immediately. Without a word, he left and the master was left alone with the slave. “You certainly have gumption,” he stated before he moved to open the male’s cell door. “Come. Let’s get some food in you.”

That was something he wasn't used to see,  masterhelping him like that. Maybe that one wasn't exactly helping him, but trying to get Miles to cooperate, but at least for a moment, he was glad that man showed up, Miles could live against the rules sometimes, but he wasn't a fan of being punished. "I'm a human." He stated, his voice was shaken but confident. "Be able to fight for ourselves even against a stronger enemy is in my blood." Miles looked up to the man and didn't moved, he wasn't sure he should go with him, the injures in his body were still hurting a lot and Miles could barely walk. After a few seconds, he tried to get up, taking a moment to do so, his leg was hurting, and there were blood on his face and shirt. "If I go back to the festival looking like this they will kick me out again."

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ofwclf‌:

“A bit of both really. I let them do whatever they want. If they want to spend time with me then I do, if they just want to relax alone then I give them that as well. I just want to be there for your kind after everything that has happened. I don’t agree with what has happened. So, I guess, this is like my way for trying to seek forgiveness for what my kind has done to you.” The beta sighed as he slunk back into the chair, finishing another bottle of beer. Hal looked over to a group of masters taking a slave to a secluded area and it made him sigh. If he could stop it he would but he was one beta against a full pack. “No need to thank me. It’s what you deserve. You have my respect, kid.”

"A werewolf looking after humans cause he likes them..." Miles played with his drink a few inches from his lips while looking at the small ice cub inside it, he moved a larger grin on his lips and shook his head lightly. "I never had a problem with any supernatural when I was out there. But I guess, supernaturals and humans are far more alike than we could imagine." Miles took a sip and moved his glass down, now moving eyes straight into Hal's. "Humans have this bad side in them, when they are in a place where they have total control above others they lose their good spirit and their hearts and souls are taken by the power, by the need of having everyone below them. In here... supernaturals are exactly the same... some of them are even worst then they should." Miles grinned but that was clearly a nervous and worried kinda smile, right when he looked back at Hal. "But it's really good to know that you not just extremetly good looking on the outside, but maybe in the inside too. Keep doing good things, Big bad wolf... we really apreciate that." Miles grinned and his cheeks went a bit pinky. “So... how many humans have you spend time with in your many years of life?”

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“Oh no. Big scary Miles is gonna beat me up. Whatever shall I do?” Caleb, melodramatically, exclaimed with a hand coming to his forehead. If the masters wanted them to fight, then they weren’t getting it, simple as that. Luckily they were given time to speak before the fight and decided that they would just fuck around and not actually do it just to piss the master’s off. It was great to meet someone like him. “How do I fist?” He playfully question as he pretended to not know how to make a fist with his hand.

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"Bitch, you call me big scary Miles one more time and I'll go full Mariah Carey in your sorry ass!" Miles acted offended. Having both hands on his hips and posing like a supermodel. "I don't fight with fists, I fight with dance! Get ready to be destroyed, my dear!" Miles opened both arms almost like he was about to dance ballet or something. "Do you think you can top me, honey?" Miles blinked to Carl for an instant, as that quote had it's dirty meaning after they set the bet of who would will that. "You can't win against a diva!"