something rotten

oscar willingham 85 years old master / necromancer belongs to the witches

[oscarwillingham]

oncealcstsoul·:

silas was struggling to find his own way to cope with the fact that he would most likely be locked inside a cell like an animal for the rest of his life, so he supposed he might’ve had a look on his face that would’ve caused the master to think he was new. “so you don’t think my face looks bad?” he smiled a bit, though he quickly regretted what he said because he wasn’t sure how this man would react to his words. he watched as he sat down infront of him on the other side of the bars, adjusting himself so he could cross his legs so his knees were also pressed to the bars. he actually told him his name? that was new. “my names silas,” he replied, “it’s nice to meet you, oscar, you’re like the first nice one pass by”

He could see that the slave was fishing for a compliment and Oscar wasn’t opposed to giving him one, and it was easy to give. “Not bad, I would say slightly adorable but definitely cute,” he hummed as if still thinking it over. Now they were face to face, their knees pressed together, the witch could really look him over. “Am I?” he asked. Not that the witch was surprised. The master’s in the city were an eclectic mix and he knew he was on one polar end of the opposites. “Would you like to come home with me? Or we can stay here and just talk.” He would leave the offer open for the slave to decide because, unlike some master’s, he also preferred being with someone who wanted him. 

[oscarwillingham]

Do you have any mental handicaps?

“That’s not the kind of thing you really discuss with a stranger,” he pointed out. Oscar wasn’t in the habit of discussing his mental health problems unless it was with his twin sister. “Let’s just say, part of the reason I came to the city was to get out of my own head.”

[oscarwillingham]

oncealcstsoul·:

the master was completely right, ever since samael had returned him to the cells and left him there, silas has been choosing to ignore almost everyone and try to not catch the attention of most. he was trying to keep his promise of being good, but he knew it would be easier to keep if he just stayed away. but now this man had approached him so obviously his strategy wasn’t working well. 

“the look on my face?” he questioned, brows furrowing a bit. he wasn’t aware that he had a certain look on his face. he cracked a soft smile, letting out a giggle at his comment, “i don’t think it makes you sound creepy,” he tilted his head, moving then to get to the edge of the cage and setting his hands on the bars. he supposed he understood what he meant, leaning his cheek against the bars, “i didn’t know i was being that obvious honestly, but i guess you caught on.” 

It was a behaviour that Oscar recognised simply because he would be doing it too, if he were in that situation. It was pure luck that he wasn’t really. He could have easily become a slave in a place like Thorn Haven but his sister held some power as the head of their coven. It made him more observant of the people around him. Every slave seemed to handle it differently, some wanted to be used for a master’s fum, some wanted to fight and others wanted to be left alone. 

“It’s not a bad face. I mean, look on your face,” he said it a rush. Luckily the boy’s laughter drowned out his own dumb ramblings making him smile in turn with a small smile. “Maybe it wasn’t that obvious and I was just looking,” he replied with a shrug. Oscar doubted many of the other master’s that came through here really paid attention to the slaves they were with. He shifted until he was sitting with his legs crossed, knees against the bar and his chin resting on his hand. “What’s your name?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “I’m Oscar.”

[oscarwillingham]

oncealcstsoul·:

silas had gone a bit quiet when he was returned to the cells, he had hoped since he had avoided them when he first arrived thanks the chaos that had went down, that he wouldn’t have to ever see them. but now he had been stuck in the stupid cell and it had diminished all hope he had left. it was hard for him to accept his new life, to accept he no longer had feeling and most likely would never have it again. he was stuck in his head, and he barely even talked to his cell mates. not that he intended to be rude, he was just trying to comprehend his new found situation. 

the last thing he expected was for someone to stop and talk to him, especially someone that he could only assume was a master. his brows furrowed as he looked over at the man that had stopped, wondering if it was a question he actually wanted to the slave to answer. he hesitated before speaking, “no,” it was simple, and the truth, he didn’t feel alright at all, he barely been in the cells for a long period of time and he already despised them. “i am,” he shifted to face the man more, “how’d you know?” it was an honest question, most other people who came to l’enfer just ignored him and went straight for whoever or whatever they came for, so it was strange to him why this one stopped.

He couldn’t exactly explain why he stopped when he had been on a mission. As it always did, curiosity got the best of him. Looking the slave over, he gave him a soft smile. He had no reason to hurt him or lash out, he’d not even been in the city when everything went down. Oscar had seen how the slaves were treated and, whilst it wasn’t the best, well behaved slaves were treated well. After everything that had gone on in the city, he wouldn’t be surprised if punishments were being given out and he hoped that this new boy had missed that. 

“I’ve seen that look on your face before,” he answered. Oscar had visited L’Enfer looking for companionship, in some form or another, many times and seen new slaves and old slaves. They had a way about them. Realising how it sounded, he cringed at himself. “This makes me sound way creepier than I meant it too,” he muttered, shaking his head at himself. “I just meant that new slaves always look terrified and look like they’re trying to avoid eye contact with everyone who walks past.” If the witch was in that position, he would have been avoiding it like a plague, though he wouldn’t have minded if his magic was muted somehow. 

[oscarwillingham]

The witch had gone out of town on coven business at the wrong time, or right time, depending on how you looked at it. Upon his return, he heard about the dragons and new species that had popped up in town. His sister was alive and well and his apartment was still standing so it didn’t effect him too much. But, he was curious about the new species and their magical properties. He was a witch after all. 

Making his way to L’Enfer, he had planned on taking to one of the dragon slaves when he slowed outside one of the cells. The younger looking man was familiar for some reason, it was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He had all intention of walking past but he lingered for a few more moments. Oscar knelt down in front of the man and looked him over. It wasn’t someone he recognised from his previous visits but he had been away for a month or so. “You alright?” he asked. It was a strange question for a master to ask but he was genuinely curious. “Are you new to Thorn Haven?”

@oncealcstsoul​

[oscarwillingham]

gcdsoldier‌:

The cold night air still felt unfamiliar when it crossed his skin, and made hairs rise on his forearms. It was the smaller, very human things that Ramiel found either slightly curious or incredibly annoying, depending on his mood. It reminded him of how weak he had been made by the brands on his skin, but also how frail humans were. How they craved sunshine and fresh air, how food was such a big deal, how they used noisy machines to get from one part of the city to the next. Of course, it made him miss his angelic powers, finding that life itself had been a far lesser struggle when he was at full strength. Once again he had come up with some bogus reason to leave the prison, like countless times before. Whenever a new guard was hired, a lot of the older slaves tended to pry on their lack of knowledge to gain some leeway. Obviously it wasn’t wise given the punishment that might follow but sometimes it felt worth it to be granted a small reprieve from the cells. The angel had long since noticed the guards watching him, yet he pretended not to notice them. That was until another male walked up and moved in close, doing some decent acting. “Oh they’d absolutely love to I am sure. Sort of, I was heading back. Why?” he asked in a laid back but friendly tone, a bit unsure what the other was asking. 

He was sure that someone would say that his heart was too soft for a master. Oscar knew he probably should have let the slave to get in trouble but if he could do something, he thought he should. For all he knew, the slave was new and didn’t know all the rules yet or how bad it could be. Oscar didn’t want that on his conscious so he acted, pretending like the slave had been waiting for him. They wouldn’t know the difference until they went and checked their records. “I’m certain they would,” he agreed, looking over at the guards with a small wave. “Well I figured I’d give you a reason to not get into trouble with them.” Oscar wouldn’t admit it but he wouldn’t mind taking the attractive man home for himself but he hadn’t rented him. The alcohol was still buzzing in his system, leaving Oscar to throw caution to the wind unlike he normally would. “Want to come back to my place? It will give you a bit more freedom,” he offered.

[oscarwillingham]

aren't you the ever handsome thing?

“I wouldn’t say ever.”

[oscarwillingham]

Who would you like to claim, if you had to do it right now?

“You know, I have no idea. I think I’d just want someone who wasn’t a complete pain in my ass and got along with me.” He knew he wasn’t the easiest person to be around but he hadn’t found the right person to claim yet.

[oscarwillingham]

hxathen·:

“What kind of witch am I, if I haven’t tapped into my magic for more than five hundred years?” despite her calm demeanor, you could hear the bitterness in Medea’s tone. She missed it. She truly did. Being able to cast a spell.. channeling her energy, channeling her ancestors.. everything. “You’re right, you don’t lose the ability – it’s even worse. Because it’s there but you just can’t use it. “ That really fucked her up. “Way too fucking long.. lost track.. like I said somewhere over half a century.. Time doesn’t really matter when you can’t control how you spend it.” 

“You’re still a witch underneath it all,” he replied. It was in their blood after all, it couldn’t be taken away from you. He had studied and looked into witch’s losing their magic, it took more than a brand to do that. As much as he didn’t want to be a slave, Oscar wished certain part’s of his magic didn’t exist at all. “I guess so, I’m sorry. It must be infuriating.” There was little that he could do about it, he wouldn’t make a good master for someone like her. “Fuck me running, that’s a long time. Sorry, that’s insensitive,” he mumbled, realising how rude it would sound.

[oscarwillingham]

witchxlydia·:

“Why do you think I am wearing heels, brother? People are less intimidated by short women, so I have to even out the playing field don’t you think?” Lydia joked with a chuckle as she pointed down to her heels. “You got the height and I got the looks. Seems fair.” She teased him, slapping his stomach playfully. 80 years old and still bickering and teasing each other like when they were children. She loved that some things simply didn’t change when it came to them. “It’s only awkward when we make it awkward. We both know that neither of us is particularly abstinent so we can talk about this, Oz. It’ll be fine.” She told him with a soft smile, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Lydia chuckled at his words and shook his head. “Nah. Women are all mine brother.” 

“To try and feel like you’re not pint sized? I don’t think you need the heels to be intimidating though.” Even as an older brother, he had been on the bad end of a enough wrathful glares to make him intimated by his more powerful sister. “You know what, I’m not going to argue purely because I don’t want my ass kicked in public.” But he wasn’t going to agree either. He loved that no matter how much time passed, they were still the same. They were twins after all and that meant they were closer than most siblings. His nose scrunched up but he decided to just let it go and agree. “Alright, I guess we just have to be more open,” he said, feigning a shudder of disgust. “I’m not going to fight you for them so don’t worry. I don’t want them. Not that women aren’t great and all that, they’re just not my thing,” he laughed. It wasn’t like Lydia didn’t already know that. 

[oscarwillingham]

Oscar had been out for the night with a few friends, enjoying a few drinks before heading home. While he wasn’t drunk enough to stumble and be sloppy, he had a skip in his step that came with a cloudy mind. He caught a glimpse of a slave out by himself, able to recognise the get up that most slaves were forced into. While he was pretty sure the guy was alone, he wasn’t really the kind to dob on anyone. It wasn’t until he saw guards watching the man that he decided to do anything. “Ah, there you are,” he said, loud enough for the guards to overhear. He got close enough to drape an arm over the guy’s shoulder, looking cozy with the slave. “No offense buddy, but those guards look ready to jump you. Are you meant to be with someone?” he asked, lowering his voice.

for: @gcdsoldier​

[oscarwillingham]

myracho‌:

myra was preoccupied with a bit of something beneath her nails. she sat on her cot quietly without her ‘roommates’ to keep her company. she feels the feet stop outside her cell. she’s not sure of who it might be, but she’s surprised when she finally looks up. how fucking ironic to meet two willinghams in the same week. “i might of been a mere cub the last time i saw you.” the nonexistent lighting wasn’t helping the man on the other side. she slowly lets one leg dip down until touching the cold floor. her hands are soon wrapping around the bars as her face comes into more dim light. “it’s alright. your family and your counsel meant for you and your sister to never see me again. why bother remembering me, right?”

Oscar narrowed his eyes, trying to put the pieces together. Her words painted a familiar picture and it all fell into place. His eyes flickered with recognition and he took a step back from the cell. It felt like seeing a ghost, one that had left his sister heartbroken for years. “Myra,” he said simply. Despite how long ago it had been, it was a scar on the coven for decades. Oscar had been too young and in his own head to be much help, just another regret on his list of disappointments. Lydia was the leader, the stronger one despite him being older. She was light and he was dark but Myra had left a scar that marked her with the same darkness that was in him. “I’m sorry, it’s just been a very long time and I definitely didn’t think I would see you here,” he said, sounding almost robotic about it. “Does Lydia know?”

[oscarwillingham]

callumjones‌:

Cal let one arm rest against the bars of the cell, his gaze shifting briefly to the guard who had been called over before he focused back on the master.  A little glint of amusement shone in the human’s eyes and he laughed softly, shaking his head.  “Nah, I’m alright.  I could always cook, anyway, I’m not half bad.”  Considering he used to be a chef, he was very at cooking.  That was, of course, assuming he’d be let anywhere near a kitchen.

That the guy wasn’t into forcing sex on anyone made Cal relax a bit more and he offered a slight smile.  “Play your cards right, it might happen.”  Cal joked lightly, stepping back a bit when the guard reached them.

The guard came to a stop, eyeing the two men, deciding if this was worth his time but the witch’s eyes stayed on the slave, testing to see if he really wanted to go with him. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, maybe it would be a bad idea to let a slave in the kitchen with knives but he was curious to find out how ‘not half bad’ he was. “Maybe you can show me a thing or two then,” he suggested. Oscar wouldn’t pretend that he was anything more than decent at cooking. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he laughed. The guard sensed that was most of the conversation and stepped up, unlocking the cell for them. “So what’s your name?” he asked once he could step out. Oscar figured this was a conversation to take out of L’Enfer so he headed towards the exit, glancing to the side to make sure the other was following him. 

[oscarwillingham]

hxathen·:

A bitter smile crossed Medea’s face as soon as the master posed his question. Was she a witch? Hardly anymore – hundreds of years of not being able to use her magic surely did feel like it took a lot away from the title. “Once upon a time.” Though, in all technicality, that had never changed – her powers simply subdued at the mercy of a brand. That godforsaken brand. “If you’re looking for someone to hook you up with a spell, I’m sure you know you’d have better luck looking elsewhere.” 

While he couldn’t recognise the woman, there was something inherently magical about her, even with the branding in place. He snorted, shaking his head. “I don’t need any help with that, I’m rather apt at magic myself,” he explained. He wasn’t exactly looking for anything from her but he was unable to help be curious now. “How can you be a witch once upon a time? You don’t really lose that ability even with the brand in place,” he pointed out. Though it did raise questions on the long term effects the brand could have on a person. “How long have you been in here?”

[oscarwillingham]

callumjones·:

The man wasn’t someone that he recognized, but Cal had only been at the place for a month, so he still didn’t recognize a lot of the faces that came in and out of L’Enfer.  He moved to throw his legs over the side of the cot and stood to walk closer to the cell door.  That the guy gave him an option was a bit of a surprise and Cal hesitated for a moment.  It would be nice to get out and stretch his legs, do something different, but he was still distrustful of the masters and mistresses around the castle.

After a second, though, he nodded and gave a small smile.  “Yeah, I’d like to get out f here for a bit.”  He curled the fingers of one hand around the bars, considering the other man for a second.  “I’m guessing there’s a catch here.”

Oscar wasn’t much for beating around the bush so he went straight to it and with honesty. Lying wouldn’t do either of them much good. He didn’t need to lie to rent someone but sometimes he wanted some willing company. When the slave agreed, he straightened up to call the guard over but stopped when he spoke again. “I mean I’m not that good of a cook so if you want food, it might suck,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. 

As he stepped closer so did Oscar, resting a hand against the bars and looked him up and down. “There is also the chance for sex but I’m not really into forcing that so you’d have to be willing.” Some master’s might be into that but he wasn’t one of them.  

[oscarwillingham]

The strange thing about having your twin sister in the same town was now they had to be careful about who slept with who, at least with one gender. That was the plus side to being gay, he wouldn’t have to worry about the female slaves. He had stopped by L’Enfer, looking for some company for the night when he caught sight of a different slave. Eyeing the woman, he knew something was familiar about her despite not knowing who she was. He looked her up and down, trying not to look creepy as he did. “Do I know you from somewhere?” he asked. She was clearly a slave, he could tell from the brand that showed from underneath her clothes. “I’m sorry, that was rude of me.” 

for: @myracho​

[oscarwillingham]

callumjones·:

Sometimes Cal found it hard to believe he’d been in the city for a month now, mostly because it felt a hell of a lot longer.  It was harder to keep track of time when you were sitting in a cell, but he was pretty sure it had been a month.  When he’d first been pushed into a cell, the human had been more than angry at his situation, his temper getting the better of him in situations with masters and mistresses.  It had landed him into trouble more than a few times, but the man who was laying on his cot now was much different.  Sure, the anger and the frustration were still there, but buried.  If he had to be here, Cal reasoned, he might as well make things easier on himself instead of harder.

He was laying across his cot now, attempting to get some sleep when he heard footsteps approaching.  They stopped just outside and Cal sighed quietly, rolling slightly onto his side to squint at the person on the other end.  “Can I help you?”

@thornhavenstarters·

Oscar was starting to think he had been in the city too long. He had seen and done almost everything that it had to offer. The one up side was that people came and went all the time, making things at least a little more interesting. He had spent the past few days catching up with his sister so he decided to let her get acquainted with the city without him bugging her constantly. It had left him feeling vaguely lonely so he headed towards L’Enfer instead, wanting to find someone to keep him company for the night. There were a few slaves he hadn’t met and some that just didn’t interest him.

Stopping outside the slave’s cell, he looked him over before noticing that he was rolling over. “I guess I was just wondering if you wanted to get out for a few hours,” he asked, tilting his head to meet the slave’s eyes better. “You can say no if you’d rather stay here an sleep.”