Like a Lamb to Slaughter
wayland-carterâ:
Wayland was just wandering the city as he was apt to do in his free time, not wanting to just hang around the house all the time. It was weird, not having too many particular things to do, though Wayland still managed to keep productive. He wasnât expecting someone to approach him, the human eyeing the friendly man warily. âYes, thatâs me. I canât say Iâve heard of youâŚâ he took the offered hand with a firm shake before nodding. âAh, youâre Mr. OâSheaâs slave, yes?â
Originally posted by allracesoffandoms
The Fae gave him a small smirk, very happy to meet Wayland finally, and unable to contain it. âYou know you shouldnât actually say that to people right? I mean, itâs kind of insulting.â he chuckled and gave the other slave a nod âYeah, thatâs me.â he winked âYou donât have a collar like mine, so let me guess, Demon went and branded you? Where? I think I would of done it on your pelvic bone, and Iâd probably nip at it every night.â God, if only Felix could have a slave, he would love it, but as much as he could tease and twist James around his finger, he doubted he could convince him to buy him his own slave.



















