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You’re very controlling Master.
Send a flower to hear…
🌷… a compliment.
🥀…. a complaint.
🌹… a confession.
🌺… a secret.
🌸… a curious fact.
🌻… a suggestion.
🌼… a story about the past.
Lucas hated to admit it, but he could feel himself changing the longer he had been in Master Solus’ possession. He had been trying to learn to fight in secret, and he wasn’t making as much progress as he would have liked to admit, but he was still trying. Of course, it didn’t help that things had seemed to get increasingly more frightening around town. All of those spooky messages, talks of a Witcher - whatever that was - it was frightening him. The few friends he had made in his time here had either been taken away - or worse - it was difficult to hold on to his sense of self. He’d still go to the tower to help the other pets, much less frequently after after the last time some stranger grabbed him when he wandered off from his master’s sight. Of course now, all Lucas could do was jump at every little noise he heard.
Lucas
“That isn’t his name.”
@lucasthepet
"You tell 'em Master! I'm perfectly happy being Carus."
"my dear dolly, polly shut your eyes, lie still, lie silent, utter no cries," an old woman hunched over and concealed beneath a tattered cloak croaks. she hobbles over and lifts her head, opaque-white eyes staring aimlessly into your eyes. the hag reaches out and smears a streak of animal blood across your cheek, still singing her haunting tune as she continues on her way. "as the witcher, brave and bold, paid in coin of gold, he'll chop and slice you... cut and dice you... eat you up whole."
No… no… no… no… no… MASTER!!!!
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You should kiss me though.
Solus scoffed. “With a paddle, perhaps,” he replied to the pet who was housed in his cage in Solus’ bedroom – the one where Hera refused to sleep.
“It doesn’t have to be a paddle,” Lucas mumbled. Maybe he was wrong for feeling like he had made even an inch of progress with his Master recently, but he was still going to try.
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greyhuntcr:
“i’m sure he did,” grey assured him, though he belatedly wondered if confirming that fact would make lucas happier. it didn’t look like the boy was all too pleased with his current predicament, but he tried not to pry. “my pet?” he repeated incredulously at first. “oh, no. i am a pet– well, yes.” being referred to as a “pet” still left a bitter aftertaste on his tongue. he couldn’t imagine any other way he’d be with bellamy, or how bellamy would deprive him of quality time together now that they were lovers in secret. “no, but– my master’s very good to me,” he said, his tone of voice humbled. “for a dragon-born, i’d say he’s very caring. what about yours?”
"Oh, um sorry... you just seemed really sure of yourself..." Lucas' voice trailed off, instantly regretting what he just said.In his head it made sense, but he didn't want to offend or upset someone, especially since the man was being nice to him. "Like confident, I mean. Not in a bad way." The question practically froze Lucas in his tracks. While he couldn't say that Solus was a bad man - well dragonborn in this case; he wasn't entirely positive he could say he was a good one either. He was sure there were masters here who were a lot worse than he was, but it wasn't like Lucas had anything to judge him against. "He's very... um... strict."
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fxrsakenxprince:
“I’ll take it from here.” Draconius strange eyes wandered from the front of the cabin toward the door that opened at the side of his chauffeur for the evening. He was thankful that there were still some mannered gentlemen in this city. Draco inhaled softly as the small token and invitation were rolled and tied with a ribbon. Fancy that. His first few days in Aeternum and he was already being welcomed. The small details of this party were exactly what his father prohibited him from participating. In this place, he was just some wealthy and privileged Dragonborn. Here he could start over. Make a name for himself beyond that his father had provided in his shadow.Â
Frenzy and faint. Draconius tried to make out the atmosphere but the temperature already had shifted several degrees from the night outside. The scent of sex filled the air as wax and leather all seemed to fragrant small portions of the hall. His cloak had been removed by some anxious and hungry male that it nearly caused a subtle reaction. He growled. But his attention soon swayed toward the hands that soon plastered his body. Tips descended his sun-kissed flesh. Draco’s ripe nipples were tugged as his curvey cheeks caressed and a pair of hands balls played with his lower balls. He felt summoned. Drawing the attentive touches to a purring groan, Draco’s body remained a beacon of attention. He oddly relished in it. Maybe this is why he was forbidden to lurk in taverns.Â
Eye caught glimpse of a familiar face but he didn’t quite know how to react. In all places, of all destinations, this had to be the one time he’d run into someone relatively close to his line. Draco placed a hand on a shoulder to stabilize as fingers poked and pried places he never really just let happen. He was caught in a trance. It was better to make his presence aware than feeling the fire of a fellow dragon, later. Draco stood close, watching the tone before he spoke. “Greetings.” He spoke up to Solus. Perhaps he’d recognize him, perhaps not. Either way, he waited for no response as he turned his gaze down to his pet and gave him a gentle wave paired with a nod. “And to you, my friend,” to which he would refer to the crawling one [Lucas/Carus]. This is when he assumed the mask idea was perfect. “Good…boy?”
Having yet to find a pet who intrigued him, Solus still wore his robes as he slowly walked Carus through the party, making sure his crawling pet wasn’t trodden upon by the other patrons. He kept his head up and Carus at his heels, like walking the limber pet was a normal, daily routine when they had only done it minimally inside his manor. Solus gave one-word commands to his pet as they moved around the crowd so that Solus could decide whom Carus would service first. Seeing someone approaching them instead, Solus curled his hand in the links of the leash and ordered, “Sit!” with a tug and expected Carus to comply. Realizing he knew the Elite that was approaching, Solus further curled his hand into the leash to keep Carus resolutely at his side and check some of his anger which flared at the sight of the Prince’s face.
“Draconius,” Solus said as his greeting and stood tall. His expression soured when the other Dragonborn introduced himself to Carus. “Don’t speak to him,” Solus said sternly. “He has yet to learn his place.” That was all the explanation that Solus offered for Carus to be on the ground in a dog mask. Eyes flashing bronze as he swallowed his rage, knowing that the Prince shouldn’t be here or anywhere inside the city walls, yet he was flaunting his presence, Solus offered the other Dragonborn a seat on a nearby couch. “Would you like to be serviced by my pet?” he bluntly asked before leading Carus to the couch. “He’s quite good and only exceeds that in eagerness to please Elites. In fact, if you wished to force his throat onto your erection, you would likely make his night.”
Lucas was torn, he actually liked being called a 'good boy' much more than he thought he would have, but it was clear to him that Solus wasn't fond of the man in front ofh im, so he wasn't sure what to do. It became much more clear when he felt his master tug on his leash. He did want to meet more people and get to know them, maybe make some real connections, but he didn't want to upset his master either. So Lucas obediently crawled closer to his master, not wanting to cause a scene.
oliverxargent:
“And you think that makes a difference to me?” Oliver replied, brows raised as his head tilted slightly in curiosity. Was the boy that naive that he didn’t know a kitsune ate hearts? Oliver might not be full kitsune but he ignored all traces of his humanity at every opportunity. Oliver waited for Lucas to decide on what exactly he could offer to sweeten the deal for Oliver to make this worth his time. At the mention of money he shrugged, it wasn’t something Oliver needed or wanted so it made no difference to him that Lucas had none, but when he offered to do things for him he had the fox’s attention. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
"It makes a difference to me, so that should be enough," there was a firmness yet simplicity to Lucas' words. He didn't understand people who were cruel just for the sake of being cruel. It made life more complicated for everyone involved and that wasn't something Lucas liked at all. Kitsunes were a mystery to him, for all he knew, they might actually need to eat hearts to live - not that Lucas wanted to supply his at all. "I dunno. I just know that I need to learn to at least defend myself, so if there's something you want if I can give it to you, I will."
vincentxcollins:
“While that’s a lovely thought and I appreciate it, I’ve already been claimed.” Vincent revealed - the clothes usually made it obvious but he knew that there were some in the tower who had been given clothes that weren’t always snatched from them. “Probably makes it easier for us to be friends, don’t you think?”
"That's true." Lucas wasn't surprised t Vincent had already been claimed, he was extremely attractive, and those guys were usually the ones who got claimed the fastest - for obvious reasons. "Is that why you seem sad? Did you just get claimed?"
calebfulton:
Caleb laughed and took Lucas, pulling the smaller man into his lap to give him a hug. He chuckled. “I am a pet. Just like. You don’t ever have to do anything for me. Ever. Just be you and I will just be me and we will be fine.” he said with a little smile, a large hand rubbed up and down Lucas’ back soothingly. “You never have to offer me anything like that. We are friends. Friend’s don’t have to do those things. Save them for your master.”Â
"Okay..." Lucas nodded, unable to stop the larger man from picking him up and placing him on his lap. "It will be nice to have a friend around here. None of my master's servants really talk, so it does get lonely from time to time. At least you talk back. So...." Lucas looked down at the flowers in front of them. "How many of these crown things have you made?"
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