in the muddy waters

var sc_project=11707355; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="60e81bef"; I spill words like water and hope through the sound of them dripping that if enough of them fall, you will want nothing more than to swim inside of them Letta Naiad sLAVE unclaimed

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agameofkings:

Bad bad was certainly one way to describe it. He had known it was coming, something sent as a reminder of a debt he’d owed. It was because she’d been there so often, so frequent. The scarred reminder of the reason he’d lost control the last time, probably the one reason he always would. As it turned out, Caiden always had a line and it began and ended with her. He’d finished with the magic easily, a routine almost before kicking at the box with booted foot - almost as if expecting a reaction. “Could always be worse.” Honest, grounded answer before a slightly bittersweet laugh. “I don’t think someone’s very happy with me, but Little do I intend to let you fall victim to that.” Reassured, turning to face her. It was as close to a vow as he’d make, eventually learning to open up, to give something for her to take, after all these years they’d spent dancing around one another.

there was always a time and place for curiosities and questions, but this moment wasn’t one of them. that was something the slave had learned early on in her time within the cells: when to question, when to not. so she stood quietly at his side, watched him work on something she still didn’t understand. couldn’t quite begin to understand and as much as her tongue itched to let loose the barrage of questions, she took it all in, instead. right up until he kicked the box. that made her jump, just slightly before she looked back up at him, one brow arched in slight amusement. “Could have been a bomb.” it was agreement, dramatic as it may have been. when he turned to look at her, letta pulled her attention up to meet his own, mouth opening - once again ready to give into the itch - but she closed it and gave a nod. all this time they spent together and she knew about as much as he was willing to give. she had it all, which meant asking for more before he was ready was pointless. but - that was something she understood. letta had become all too professional at keeping personal information at bay. “I know.”

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wrenpak:

“Person,” she corrects. Her hand lifts, as if she means to reach for something, but she only settles her fingers against the back of her neck. “Maybe people.” Being rendered blind like this has certainly taken away her ability to look back for herself, and find the memories once again, and she supposes that could be the same. “But it’s alright. I’ll get them back when I’m claimed, and this rune is gone.” That’s her truth, and she’s sticking to it. “I don’t know if I like to hurt. I hope I find out soon.” She does like to know these things about herself. She’s not sure she was ever hurt very much. “Do you not like the sun? I do, but I wish I could touch it. It’s so interesting, I think, to feel something you can’t touch.”

She nodded once, and then again at the correction, this one a bit more confused in nature. letta wasn’t about to question or pry, specifically when the girl’s brain seemed as wonky as she did. She did smile though, her expression softening at the notion of being claimed. the naiad had almost mentioned that rune removal was up to whoever claimed her, but hope was hope and she wasnt one to stomp on it. “and then you’ll know for sure,” so she offered encouragement instead. “some people like to be hurt. some people like to hurt. I, personally, prefer the former of the two. and only on special occasion. But,” there was a pause, tongue pressing against the roof of her moment for a moment. “Preferences don’t mean much on this side of the fence, so..” letta squinted up at the light that was coming through the leaves of the tree, a moment of silence before shaking her head. “No, i like it. but i can’t exactly afford dehydration at the moment, so the less sun to dry me out. the better.”

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dxmonicpaws:

“I don’t like walking,” answer is abrupt and he really doesn’t let her finish, not that she had, cut off at the end. and yeah he does realize that is a weird statement now considering he can’t float where he wants to be now, he literally has to move his two stupid human legs to get him anywhere. perhaps, maybe he could convince people to carry him. but a sigh as he steps to keep up with her, “but for you, since you’re so cute, I guess I can walk and talk.”

it was such a strange way to have her words cut off. i dont like walking. it had caught her off guard, so much so that she was certain it showed on her face. mouth still open, just so, eyes wide with surprise as she stared at him. “do you have another, preferred method of transportation?” but he was in step next to her, and letta, being the kind soul she was, slowed her steps just for him. steps that ended up faltering just a touch at the compliment. she laughed, a snort that came with her exhale. “because i’m so cute... thank you?”

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inherdreamss:

“Listen, bitch. I don’t make the rules.” Hands held up as if to absolve her of any blame when it came to the so called poaching of anyone’s ass or otherwise. “I just know for a while there we had folks out here on some real live booty bandit ass shit and I ain’t here fa naan none of it.” Look of disdain was evident on her features, nose turned up dramatically at the thought before laughing again. “But don’t come in here on your soft feels today, y’all know I bend it like Beckham fa ya lil bony asses. Well most of you cause some still ain’t shiiiiiiit.”

letta snorted, the faintest roll of her eyes. “it was real apparent that the bandit wasn’t after any female bootyholes. a couple of them wanted all the tight little boy holes can we stop talking about bootyholes?” by the time she had finished the request, she was laughing, fingers pinching at the bridge of her nose. but that hand was dropping, her features soft once more as she regarded the other. she didn’t know what the hell that woman was talking about half the time, but there was still an endearment in her tone. “yeah, okay fine. but I’m your favorite, right?”

[lxndlocked]

agameofkings:

He could feel her concern before she’d ever touched him, a simple comfort that spoke volumes to the bond that had been fostered over the past few years - but especially lately. He’d finally managed to stop running from whatever the pull was, instead giving in and running toward it. Delicate dance, this one. Attention turned to take the bottle, twisting off the cap with a heavy sigh before he was pouring the contents over the mystery package - mumbling a few words too old for ever her to understand.

she’d found things became far easier with him when she decided to stop trying to figure it out - what this was. her mind worked better when it was free to focus on what was going on in front of her, like the river. like this box of doom. she made her way back to him, hurrying without letting her feet break into a run, and when she handed the vial over to him, she took position behind him once more, just at his side. “Is it like... bad-bad?” she wanted to see what he was doing, wanted to know what he was saying, but the naiad knew better than to interrupt magic. so she stood, quietly for once, fingers intertwined in the fabric of his shirt.

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wrenpak:

Her eyes widen, interested, excited, at this vast wealth of experience before her now. She reaches for her own wrist as she listens, hand wrapping around it and squeezing, tighter and tighter, until she can almost feel the bones shifting within. But that’s silly. She’s not nearly strong enough for that, surely. “I don’t think that I have.” She frowns thoughtfully. “But I might have forgotten. Or the memory may have been taken from me. Would I really cry?” It’s nearly a delightful thought, if only for the novelty of it. “I don’t think I’ve cried very much. What are you doing?”

she watched her, careful attention on her in a way that didn’t seem like she was staring. or at least, tried not to seem like she was staring. there was a pause at the information given, a piece of the girl offered without hesitation, but there was a touch of it that made sense. stolen memories wasn’t a farfetched notion. “have people taken many memories from you?” and then there was a small shrug, not a dismissal, merely a regard. “Maybe. Maybe not, that would depend on how much you like to hurt.” there was another pause, fingers pulled from the ground. “staying out of the sun, searching for water.”

[lxndlocked]

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agameofkings:

He realized the severity of tone - it had been called into play for a reason, but without explanation it probably came off as entirely too harsh. There was a pause for a second, rolling of neck on shoulders in an attempt to find footing, return to the even keel for her benefit and ignore the worry that was still steady creeping and crawling underneath skin. “Nothing good.”  Eyeing the package like it would be moving toward them any minute, but luckily it didn’t. Instead, hand waved back toward the house. “Give me a minute, bring me the little vial that’s sitting on the window sill in the kitchen.”  Pause. “Please, the glass is green.” 

it did come off as harsh, but even without explanation given, letta assumed there was meaning behind it. he wasn’t harsh to her for the sake of being harsh. she had moved herself behind him, or rather, beside him and one step back - giving her the ability to still use him as a shield if need be. with his words, she looked up at him, blinked, then looked back to the package before he was waving her off. she hesitated, only for the sake of not wanting to leave him alone with whatever this was but, her feet were moving before she could have really stopped them. fingers had reached, grazed against his arm, a silent be careful before he was out of reach and she was moving for the house.

[lxndlocked]

inherdreamss:

Solana didn’t find anything she did particularly God touched in any way. Most of the time it was way further south, despite the compassion that somehow seeped from her even after the cage had tried to rob her of it time and time again. Another reason she stayed behind the desk, stayed there and did the same thing for other people that she’d wished someone would have done for her. That was the past though, this was now and it was important to remind herself to make sure not to allow it to fall by the wayside. Memories were her worst memories. “Ol’ stone dick mcgee up and left, along with everybody else so who else supposed to be out here poaching assholes or whateva, trust me. I feels you.”  Laughter seemed distracted, half hearted - but the notion fell away when she’d turn to face Letta. “Oh shut the fuck up, don’t be up here tryna gas my ass up. You know they all down there wondering when the fuck I’ma shut up.” 

the immediate chuckle came with the former guards nickname, or rather, one of his many nicknames. her favored - lost. and she nodded to her words. granted, she couldn’t say she followed along with the whole poaching assholes thing, but she nodded all the same. when it came down to it, a lot of people were gone. solana often had things coming from her mouth that letta didn’t quite understand. sometimes she’d ask, sometimes she’d assume, and sometimes she’d just sit there and nod as if she had any clue as to what was going on in their conversations. she made a little noise - a sort of choked laugh. “that sounds severely uncomfortable, one. and two, no one’s down there wondering that. you’re our only line of defense.”

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erriccc:

“Where are you going?” He questioned as he saw the girl moving. He wasn’t trying to be nosey, but Eric was always the curious type. It was just in his nature. 

letta gave him a look, both annoyed and cautious as he spoke. “back,” she said as if that would explain it all. the naiad shifted her weight, stepping into the direction she needed once more. “i have a particular time in which i have to check back into the desk at the cavae and if i miss it, i’m in trouble.” a pause. “which then means you’re in trouble because i don’t play that game. i’m getting whipped, im whooping your ass. so again. walk and talk.”

[wrenpak-deactivated20180803]

“Have you ever broken a bone?” She’s counted three clouds in the sky so far, weak, wispy things that barely deserve the name. Otherwise, the day is a clear, bright, too exposed for her liking. She wonders if a breeze might carry her away, if it were strong enough. She’s such a small person, after all. And the sky is so open. “I’m trying to imagine how it would feel. I only know what it sounds like. Is it very painful? It does sound like it would be.”

[lxndlocked]

letta had been squinting around the horizon, mostly doing her best to crawl around in an attempt to find the less sunny of spots for her own sake and, as always - it was habit anymore - dig fingers into the ground. a neverending search that forever left her bereft. the question had caught her off guard, just slightly, but she nodded without much hesitation. “several, actually.” living in this place as long as you did, you rarely survived without injury. “i suppose it can be, depending on who you’re asking. some people have a higher pain tolerance.” there was a pause as she regarded her again. “humans mostly cry, as they should. but i’m not particularly fond of the feeling and do my best to avoid it at all costs. have you not broken one? like. not at all? not even a little break?”

[lxndlocked]

Solana had been a godsend in ways she was sure the resident couldn’t possibly understand. mainly with the fact that Letta couldn’t always spend her free time outside. conserving water didn’t allow for a whole lot of sunshine against her skin, but it was those days when she found herself perched behind the desk with her, watching, studying. taking it all in as she worked. “it’s actually pretty boring down there now... most of the interesting people are gone.” not that she found herself particularly attached to any one slave, but some of them were fascinating. “mainly, all the trouble makers have been remotely broken down and i’ve lost my entertainment, but you’re always a topic down there.” her voice lowered then as she leaned in, “the way you speak to them.” smile all too wide for her face.

( @inherdreamss )

[lxndlocked]

agameofkings:

@lxndlocked

“Don’t touch it.” His words were laced with a deadly venom, the instruction bordering on a demand which was hardly a tone he’d taken with her often. The seriousness needed to be there, she needed to feel the strength behind it, the urgency. Looking down at what had been disguised as a gift, sitting there as if it was trying to portray its own innocence. “It’s not what it looks like.” He’d seen them before, always the same haunting feeling though - it was fear, something Caiden rarely felt, but this was raw. Too close for his own comfort.

fingers pulled back the moment she heard his tone, not the words. they hadn’t even registered yet, which may have been evident in the look of confusion she wore as she looked up at him. her mouth opened, fingers still itching at the pull to unwrap, but they came closed and she finally brought that gaze up to him. “What is it.” it was discomfort she felt, the almost crawling sensation taking over the curiosity she just felt moments ago. a discomfort brought by his tone mostly, but also the possibilities of what could have brought it on. it wasnt a normal tone, not one she heard often, if at all. which meant there was no room for error. so she moved, stepping from the thing and moving closer to him.

[lxndlocked]

“Oh,” it wasn’t that it was disinterest in her voice, but an uncertainty she tried not to let show on her face. like an almost waver to her voice, a struggle of the confidence she usually held. “That is a ... a very lovely story.” letta was shifting her weight, adjusting from foot to foot, a nervous tick that was only really seen when she was on the outside - free of the cavae. even if it was only for the sake of an errand. “but.. oh, oh. we’re still talking okay.” a laugh, a nod and a step. “can you talk and walk.. or? because..” a pause, trying to fit words into the others.

[lxndlocked]

( @abdultroy )

it wasn’t the first time she’d seen him walking the halls. granted, he wasn’t a seasoned face, not just yet - but he wasn’t completely new, either. the cavae was a revolving door. a tornado of changing faces, both in the cells and out of them. “Listen,” words came without thought when he came peeking through the bars of her cell. “i dont know what exactly you’ve got going on with all of this right now.. but let me tell you, blue could really be your color. bring out those almost dead eyes you’ve been rocking these halls with. find anything interesting?”

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raphaelcolt:

a  new  found  sense  of  safety,  he’s  no  idea  where  it  comes  from,  perhaps  the  collar  around  his  neck  keeps  him  slightly  humble—  knowing  there  is  a  piece  of  his  mistress  always  there  with  him,  that  if  anything  happened  she’d  go  into  a  rage.  it  was  comforting  in  the  most  possible  way  ;  as  much  as  death  and  destruction  could  be.  which  is  more  than  likely  why  he  found  himself  dozing  off  somewhere.  time  was  a  construct  he’s  yet  to  manage,  groggy  expression  given  as  he  rolls  over  slightly  to  face  he  sound  and  movement  next  to  him,  “is  it  still  sunday?”

Eletta had found her share of... odd things during her errands around the Cove, but a sleeping slave - a claimed, sleeping slave - was a first. she had stared for a moment, half expecting his mistress to be in tail somewhere close, and that was a woman she had no intentions of dealing with unless absolutely necessary. but, when the foot traffic was minimal after a few moments she crept in, quiet as she tried not to startle him. except then she promptly nudged him with the toe of her boot. “Sticks,” just to make sure he wasn’t like... dead. because let’s talk about how fast she’d be getting off this island. but then he moved, slow, lazy movements brought a wave of relief as he turned to look at her. “Normal people normally don’t sleep in random places in town.” still, she wore the look of amusement well as she came down beside him. “I see the appeal and everything, it’s nice out but i feel like the risk of being trampled outweighs the weather.”

[supremeclexa]

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