all this running around, trying to cover my shadow

River slave & witch

[slayaesthetic]

[littlerunningriver-blog]

adrianxpierce

“Of course,” he answered, noting how nervous the boy seemed. He couldn’t blame him, given the current situation. River was a slave, and Adrian, a master. It wasn’t a predicament that many people actually wished to be in. and River’s nerves were completely understandable. “Follow me,” he instructed, beginning to lead the slave through the corridor and towards the staircase. He knew exactly where the cells were located, simply because he frequented them often.

“Yes, sir.” River said quickly, following the master. He seemed to really know his way around. River had a million questions bubbling up in his brain but he quieted them, knowing he shouldn’t speak out of turn. Instead, he kept his head down and followed the master obediently. 

[littlerunningriver-blog]

oconnorbrat

“We’re slaves ‘ere. Innet anything safe about this.”

“There’s a roof. That’s safer than some places.”

[littlerunningriver-blog]

apexwolfcaleb

Oh, things had just gotten interesting with those words and now consider the werewolf’s interest peaked. “What happened, were you responsible?” He asked, as his palm worked down against the slaves crotch. Despite being in public, being in the way of where people walk he put that slave on display. He had no shame, he had no care if people were to watch. “You must really be into this, already aching hard.” His fingers traced the outline of the hardness, smirking as he the slave started to grind against his hand. “Please what, pet?” He tugged on the leash a little more, teeth scraping against the slaves neck.

River’s adrenaline rushed; his head pounded; his cock throbbed. “She died when I was born.” He said quietly. His breathing became more erratic as the master wound him up. The fact that they were outside only flustered River more; he’d never known how much he enjoyed the idea of being so fully on display. He couldn’t believe the master was doing this. As if reading his mind, he called him on it a moment later. River loved the hot shame that came with the master knowing how horny this made him. A soft yet high-pitched whine escaped his throat as he traced the outline of his hard-on. He called him pet and tightened his hold on the leash, dragging his teeth against River’s neck. River, panting now from the lack of oxygen that only made him ache more and everything else, fervently pressed against the master’s hand. His cock was pulsing. Please fuck me, but don’t break me is what he wished to say. But he’d never been fucked before, only broken, and he didn’t know how to say it. The truth was, River already wanted to be his. “Please make me yours, sir.” He begged, blushing.

[littlerunningriver-blog]

laurencehayes

Laurence gave a faint smile of amusement at the slave’s reaction to his teasing comment. “Don’t worry, I have no intention of harming you” he reassured the boy. “But your scent is certainly an appealing one. I’m sure that your blood would taste deliciously sweet” he smirked.

River felt a surge of relief as the older man reassured him. He didn’t know if he could trust it, but he had a feeling. When the master spoke again, it dawned on River that he was a vampire. He understood then that if this man wanted to speak to him, then he would speak to him. If he wanted to harm him, he would do that. River turned slightly pink at the compliment, taking it as one despite the bloodsucking implications. “Thank you, sir.” He said softly, looking down. Some of the people he had gotten to know while homeless were vampires, but their interactions were minimal. One of them, Zeke, became a good friend of his. But this man seemed old--older than Zeke, who was young by vampire years--and yet, clearly in control. 

[littlerunningriver-blog]

kade-parker

Kade hadn’t known many people from rough backgrounds, living a life of upper class privilege prevented it. He’d never know what it was like for River, or what River felt or how messed up he was but, there was one thing he did know. It was only a matter of time before someone someone bigger and meaner around and and now that he was a slave, he would have even no option of running. Maybe he would have been more empathetic had he been forced here like practically all the other slaves he knew. “I hope for your sanity’s sake you’re right.” Kade stopped suddenly when they reached the threshold of the door leading down into the cells. His body went stiff as he felt the cold air from below them washed over him. “They’re…down there.”

“Don’t need to worry ‘bout something you never really had.” Joked River lightly, regarding his sanity. His small smile disappeared when the other slave stopped abruptly at a door. River assumed it was an entrance to the cells, which the other slave confirmed a moment later. He seemed petrified, standing completely still as the cool air drifted over them. “You don’t go down there any more?” River guessed, trying to figure the guy out. He realized they’d never introduced themselves.

[littlerunningriver-blog]

kade-parker

Kade laughed dryly. “Security around here isn’t protection for slaves, it’s protection against theft. Anyone with enough money has access to you.” The guy seemed like the slave type–apologetic, docile, timid, almost everything most people down in the cells these days weren’t including himself. The guards probably wouldn’t have to bother with River like they bothered him. At the mention of River’s father, he raised a brow doubtfully. Trying to escape (what he only could assume was abuse from) his father by becoming a slave was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. “If your father is the violent type, I’m sure you’ll meet someone around here like him sooner than later.”

The other slave’s laugh unsettled him and he was made uneasy by the possible implications of the word access. Still, River believed in what he’d done, believed it was the right choice. As the guy raised an eyebrow he could tell he was less than convinced. And he wasn’t wrong to be. He understood this place was very dangerous. River’s father was violent and River was sure there would be other violent people here. But he’d found violent people everywhere; and no matter what threats could be waiting for him here, it was still safer than finding himself under his father’s wrath. “No.” River said softly. “There’s no one like my father.”

[littlerunningriver-blog]

Finn shrugged a shoulder as his right hand busied itself by playing with the cast on the left. “Not like ya had anythin’ to do with it, River.” He glanced back up, chewing on his lip out of habit. “Somethin like that.” He grumbled, not sure how long it had actually been. “So.. are ya human or?”

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“All the same.” River wondered who did have something to do with Finn’s broken arm. He seemed pretty upset about it. But River didn’t want to risk the other slave’s safety by asking. He was pretty sure snitches still got stitches outside of America. “I’m a witch.” He said instead. “How ‘bout you?”

[realguccination]

[purplephanaesthetic]

[utrippy]

[littlerunningriver-blog]

kade-parker

The slave shivered. Don’t thank me. Kade kept from snapping back a reply–making the kid flinch or cry wasn’t something he wanted to deal with again. “Strange is putting it lightly,” The slave looked back over his shoulder at the other as he walked. “But it’s your choice,” And a stupid fucking one at that. “And I guess you have your reasons.” Kade still couldn’t believe he was being so agreeable with River. “I wouldn’t mention anything to the rest of the slaves. Most of them are here against their will.”

River felt a pang of guilt when the other slave shivered at his words. He made it a point to try not to thank him again. River could tell the other slave didn’t understand why he was doing what he was doing, but he appreciated the effort he’d put in towards trying to. It was more effort than most people had afforded him. “I do.” He said emphatically. “This place will give me reliable shelter, relative security, and,” He paused at the most important reason. “--It’ll keep me far, far away from my father.”

[littlerunningriver-blog]

“Horribly so.” Finn shifted his one arm and it took some effort to even move it away from his body. He really hated the effect Caleb had on him physically. “Well, I’m Finn.” He smiled genuinely, wondering why the boy hadn’t started asking many questions about where he was yet. “What’s yer name?”

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“Nice to meet you, Finn.” River said, smiling back at him. Finn was endearing. “I’m River. Sorry about your arm.” He said, understanding of how long and exhausting it was waiting for a broken bone to heal in your arm. “Has it been around five weeks?”

[littlerunningriver-blog]

laurencehayes

“No, you have a youthful freshness about you” he nodded. “It’s an unmistakable scent… the kind that attracts predators…” he smirked jokingly.

River could tell the man was probably joking, but couldn’t help the surge of panic well up in his chest at the idea of attracting predators. Sure, he was here, basically deciding to be prey, but a predator made him think of his father. Made him think of the blood in the water theory. How, with sharks, once you bled, they could all smell it. He swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. “Can you really smell that on me, sir?” He asked nervously.

[anormaux]

[yoursummerdreamz]

[littlerunningriver-blog]

Martha & River

It made River truly happy to be completely surrounded by books once again. The last time had been in a Barnes & Noble in the city, but they had nothing on this place. It was really cozy and smelled like old yellowing pages and mahogany bookshelves. He inhaled deeply, letting his eyes drift close for a moment. Where was the owner? He opened his eyes when the thought occurred to him, looking around. 

It wasn’t long till he heard a sink running. Maybe someone was making tea? A fiction shelf caught his attention and he found himself wandering closer to a copy of Infinite Jest. David Foster Wallace had always been one of his favorites. River jumped slightly when he heard soft footsteps enter the room. He looked up in time to see a pretty young woman step through the doorway. “Nice place.” He said, as guiltily as if he’d been found with his hand down the cookie jar. A guard had brought him, but he still felt nervous about doing something terribly wrong.