to thine own self be true

[private]

It should.

I suppose not. I’ll… improvise. I’ll have to tell them, Rayleigh. They should know.

It will not. People, when afraid, do what they must to feel secure again.

Tell them whatever you wish. It makes no difference.

[Private]

I love you, too, El. More than anything.

Same... Okay. Pick a pointless movie and let's get this cuddle session really rolling.

[private]

But not intentionally..?

That ..isn’t a very sterile environment. Does the council know about the chip?

Do you think that will matter?

I am afraid there is not much of an option. I... am not certain.

[Private]

You’re definitely pretty damn cute, at the very least.

I love you, Soph.

[Private]

No, they’re not. But… some of the random facts you know about them are.

Maybe, but I'm cute enough to pull it off and smart enough to make it all sound legit.

Yes, screeching. I don’t care what you thought. You’re obviously wrong.

Whatever blows your skirt up, slick.

[private]

But.. you haven’t done anything.

I won’t. Nothing has been decided anyway.

I led them here. For some, that is enough.

Thank you. Yes, nothing yet. We should do this as soon as possible. I have been locked up in the cells. It will have to be there.

[closed]

All she could hear were the sounds of pained groans and murmured words. She drifted slowly into her conscious mind with all of that as white noise, a kind of backdrop to the pain in her head and ribs and... well, pretty much everywhere else. It suited the mood, the despair in it all, so when she finally surfaced she wasn't exactly surprised to find what had happened. Wasn't pleased, but wasn't surprised. Hazel eyes skimmed across the little prison, observing the wolves she knew from the sanctuary. Flesh was burning away beneath silver chains. They were in pain, angry and sick and scared. Where were they?

Robyn twisted her own wrists, felt the rope bite across her flesh. Her burned weren't as bad as the wolves', but she was willing to bet their broken bones had healed already. Lucky bastards. Her own ribs were on fire from where they'd been kicked in and battered and she could feel the way her busted lip split again when she grimaced, dribbling blood into her dry mouth. Her head pounded from the blow it had taken. Dislocated shoulder as well, and that pain was even more blinding than the ribs she suspected were broken. All in all, not a great situation. But still.

"Insulting," she muttered to herself. "The wolves get all sorts of chains and locks and preventatives, but I get a few busted ribs and some damned rope? Jesus. Do these people know who I am?" She realized she was talking out loud when she caught the nearest wolf - a timid omega she'd never spoken to before - staring at her. She shrugged and got to work. It took longer than usual. She was dizzy (concussion?) and in pain and the knots were tight. Still, roughly an hour after waking, Robyn was able to slip blood-slick wrists out of the loops binding them. From there she undid the knots around her ankles, brushing the ropes aside like the insult they were. Pissed her off that they thought a couple of damned ropes could hold her. Assholes.

It only took one look around at the other captives to realize they wouldn't survive a fight. They were weakened. She didn't know what it could be besides the silver, but something told her that unbinding them now and trying to escape in a large group was not the best idea. They'd attract too much attention and the people who'd taken them... well, they'd either take them again or just kill them all. Not productive. "I can't let you out now," she whispered to the small group of familiar faces. watching the hope dim on their faces made her heart break a little. Clutching her ribs, Robyn stepped towards the door and made quick work of unlocking it, her fingers shaking a bit. "We wouldn't make it as a group, but I... I swear I'll be back for all of you. I'll bring the rest and I'll come back."

"Put your ropes behind my back," the timid omega whispered, her voice trembling. "They're more likely not to notice you're gone if they don't see signs of you." Robyn nodded in acknowledgment of the comment and did just that, hiding the ropes between the wolf and the wall she leaned against.

"I'll be back," she said again to the group. And with one last look at the group of them, Robyn slipped out and escaped into the night...

#para:robyn

You’re certainly not a Dom either. But I’ll let that tongue slide for now. All your screeching is giving me a headache.

Excuse you, screeching? I don't screech. I thought I was perfectly calm and professional.

You’re into punishments too? Maybe I can make an exception for you.

I'm not a sub and I don't do orders. A fuck you will have to suffice. Maybe tack on a pretty 'not even in your dreams' to add the cherry to the top of the ice cream. Sorry, charlie.

[Private]

Can’t you just… be with me? Wrap me up with you on the couch and tell me something totally useless about… about cars or infrared or… or something? You’re really good at that…

#elliotxsophia #that was a playful shove ok

Hey. Cars and infrared are not useless. Punk. I... yeah. Let's go cuddle up and put on a stupid movie.

[private]

I… Do you really think they would execute you?

Yes, I do.

Please... please do not mention that to Aaren. It would only upset her.

[Private]

Since when do you need an instruction pamphlet for being my best friend?

That's not... what I meant.

I could always order you to show me.

You could. I've been hoping to give someone a big 'fuck you' today.

[private]

Alright then. I’m not sure how much good it will do now, but just in case. I will ask for some supplies.

Better it be sent away or crushed. There is no telling how many groups of hunters have the signal locked in and... and even if they kill me, the tracker does not need a living host to function. It must be removed. Thank you.

[Private]

El… I didn’t come here so you could do stuff for me, I just… wanted to be with my best friend.

I... I don't know what to do for you, I don't know what to do about this. I can't help you here and it's... it's killing me. I hate seeing you hurt.

You’re not my top pick either, Red. But I gotta know, do the curtains match the drapes?

You'll have to use your imagination, slick. I don't play show and tell with boys.