percy.

percy holt . eighteen . nephilim . unclaimed

[percyholt]

madexfgold:

She made a face as she looked over at him, a brow arching at his words. “words are often taken as invitations, child.” maybe not literal invitations, but people often let their imaginations run wild - especially here, and especially when they’re bored. Ayda turned to watch him speak, or rather, spout out at the mouth. running it faster than needed. considering it didn’t need to be ran at all. and yet, here he was - running it. “None of those things interest me in the least bit, nor do any of them seem fitting for such an exchange.” she stepped then, moving inch by inch into the other’s personal space. invasions of her favorite kind. she wasn’t the tallest in stature, but she made up for it in presence. ayda had a mentality about her that made her larger than most people on this island. she did own it, own them all. this boy, included. another step, another bit of his personal space taken. “offer me something else.”

“Really?” He propositioned with a quirked eyebrow. “How come no one took my ‘get me out of here’ as an invitation to, you know, get me out of this place and back home? Sounds like your logic is vey flawed.” Then again, he doubted that there was any real logic behind this place. Or any logic that he would want to get behind, anyway. Now that the woman was actually turned to him, there was no doubt that this was someone who demanded respect and compliance. Both things he had never blindly offered. “Well, I guess we won’t be making any business then,” he shrugged. And something told him that that was probably for the best too. The woman was far too close for his liking or his comfort and he found himself taking a step back. “‘M afraid I’ve got nothing else to offer you. Ever heard about personal space?”

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dxmonicpaws:

the musings of the other draw his attention, his attention from himself sitting cross-legged in the yard plucking grass from the ground, inspecting each blade carefully. kaine is still gazing upon one of them when he responds, “this isn’t a vacation,” tossing that blade and the rest of them over his shoulder, then moving down onto his stomach, “perhaps one of the masters or mistresses could get you a burger. not sure sitting here complaining is going to get you what you want.”

“Really?” He retorts, feigning surprise. This is the first time he exchanges words with the older male, but it’s enough to assume this one has already been through their brainwash. “Thanks, mate. I would have never figured that out without your help,” he deadpans. “It wasn’t complaining, just assessing,” he shrugs, eyes on the other’s rather odd ways. “What are you trying to do anyway? Dig your way out of here?”

[hammonia-man]

[percyholt]

shows up to post and then vanishes. sorry, guys, busy day! i’ll try to be around more tomorro!

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isxidwoof:

“You dont want to challenge me, boy.” it was the first, and only warning the slave would get. Rhett was covered in scars, littered with proof of every won, and lost, challenge. he had no pack to think of. no offspring to care for. the wolf had nothing to lose at this point in his life. granted, with this twit being a slave, the only thing that would get hit would be his wallet, and he was okay with that. the older male’s eyes scanned the face of the other, the mild twitch of amusement pulling at the corner of his mouth. “if you’re as good a fuck as you are a pain in the ass, you wont be in those cells long.” he seemed the time who expected to be pampered. spoiled. “unless you feel like dying because,” a thumb came and swiped at his own bottom lip, a laugh pulling on the exhale “-you’d be worth the fine at this point. for sheer annoyance alone.” he wasnt moving, not now.

His cheek still burned and his blood was still boiling. Self-restraint wasn’t one of his strongest suits, but Percy was a survivor, his survival instinct was more prominent than anything. The male wasn’t the first unfair fight he had had to face in his life, but he had learned when he should or shouldn’t engage in those. For the most part. This one, he knew he couldn’t win. “To be fair, I don’t think I am. Been getting a lot more compliments for the later,” he deadpanned. The sarcasm he couldn't completely send away. “Look, dude. I get it, you’re big and bad or whatever. I still need to pass, so what do you suggest we do? Stand here the rest of the day?” Why was the man being so fucking difficult?

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madexfgold:

ayda spent most of her time at the Cavae. well, in her office in the upper levels of the cavae, but she was here all the same. it was routine that she made her rounds, the sound of heels echoing through the corridors of the cell lines as she took it all in. what wasn’t routine was to see her out in the yard, but it happened from time to time. the mistress had been moments away from heading back inside when she heard the boy’s voice and paused. everyone always came with suggestions, with ways to better their living without really stopping and thinking before they opened their mouths. the corner of her mouth twitched, the tick of a smirk forming and then immediately vanishing as she turned toward the source. “are you really so eager to do anything for such a meal?”

It didn’t take a second look to know that the woman didn’t fit there, not among the other that like him have lost the full control of their lives. It was not even the clothes, it was the posture, the way she carried herself as if she owned the place. Owned them all. It didn’t faze him, it nothing ever did until it was too late and he had gotten himself into easily avoidable trouble. “To be fair, that was a little bit of an exaggeration. I wasn’t actually expecting anyone to believe that,” he defended himself. It was the kind of trouble one had when mouth ran faster than thoughts. “Anything is a little too much, but I’d maybe do someone’s dishes? Tell a funny joke? Show my incredible talents in playing video games? Or, you know, just offer my charming personality, I’ve been told I’m a great conversationist.”

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underyourskinx:

“Please stop saying dick sucking.” He was laughing as a single hand held up to try and signal the words. Wes wasn’t anywhere near shy nor prude about pretty much anything, but apparently he’d had enough of the visual for one day. “Listen, I’m just happy to be here you know, with my fans, my true fans.” Dramatic sigh following, grin easy on the eyes as he’d lifted from his leaned perch to look at the other. “You mean to tell me sweatpants don’t get you all hot and bothered? Don’t kinkshame..” And it was only then he’d realized he hadn’t known his name. Pause, hand held out. “What’s your name, or am I going to keep calling you five guys?”

Percy laughed. “What? Is the sound of dick sucking hurting your ears all of sudden?” He joked, taking the chance to throw the phrase there one last time to tease his fellow slave. “That I am. Got a twitter fan page and everything.” The banter was similar to something he’d share with the few friends he had on the outside, and it made him feel normal. Almost as if he wasn’t stuck in there, but not quite. “I know it’s not politically correct, but fuck that. You gotta kink shame when you gotta kink shame. Prison swears are no go.” Which, really, it worked on his favor as far as he was concerned. “Percy. I think I like that one a little better,” he replied, taking the hand. “‘Bout you, Mr. Celebrity?”

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caintakesabel:

“Boys, girls, they don’t discriminate.”  Corrected with a laugh. “Boys are just my personal preference, vaginas weird me out.”  Feigned shiver, cringe at the thought of it. Sure, he’d been around for far too many years to not had at least tried his hand at the opposite sex but - as it turned out, he wasn’t a fan. Thank God. The excitement at the prospect of the strip club of course humored him more than it should. “There would be those tempted to make it hail after all that attitude.”  Warned, entertaining no one other than himself with the visual of Percy being pelted with spare change for being such a brat. “My brand of charming is often not shared with the masses, go fucking figure.”  He wasn’t exactly the most popular person, all things considered. This however clearly didn’t bother him, the lack of social interaction made the town more tolerable sometimes. He was at his core a solitary creature, outside of the one that shared his blood, she was his only constant. He wasn’t laughing at the slave though, there was nothing condescending about the actions, nothing above a jest. “Trust me, your not good boy image is at serious risk here. You may want to reconsider the offer.”  An adamant nod of head, laughing at the given nickname. “It is, but Percy suits just fine as well. Perhaps I’ll alternate.” 

He laughed openly at the comment, find humor easily in the other’s words. “Is that the way out of here? Just get ever girl around to show their vaginas until you’re running from them?” Now, that was an image that would be stuck in his mind. “I get it. I’m not a big fan either, to be honest.” He had had a couple of girlfriends before, but recently he had realized he was a lot more into his guy friends and it was the end of straight Percy. “Now, that’s just disrespectful for someone who’s up there doing their best,” he complained cheekily. “If they can’t deal with the attitude, they don’t deserve to see the moves.” Hearing the boy talk like that, one might think that was something he’d actually do, but the stripper life wasn’t for him. Percy shrugged. “I don’t think you’re so bad,” he admitted. “All things considered, anyway.” He didn’t know the man enough to make a proper assessment, but so far he didn’t have complaints. Or no complaints other than the usual ‘you’re a dick for keeping me here’. “I don’t know, being a not-good boy is working well enough for me.” He was about to get some proper food, after all. “So, what are you? Something old.”

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victorvictus:

“Now Percalicious, so delicious, would I ever make a dig at you? What kind of man do you take me for, huh? Someone who just… makes fun of people? Crazy. Unheard of.” He laughed, shaking his head. 

The question about restaurants made Vic straighten from where he’d leaned against the counter, ticking them off on his fingers.

“There’s a French place, a pizza place, some Chinese, this killer burger place, too. I had a burger with chili cheese fries on top there once. And one with mac and cheese. Plus, they’ve got an alcoholic milkshake menu.” Vic could likely talk about food until he was blue in the face.

The ridiculous nickname had the boy laughing. “I don’t know, man. The kind that takes part in slavery? Who knows what other kinds of craziness you’ll partake.” He looked at the master, one eyebrow raised and a challenging smirk on his lips, but his tone was still light. He didn’t dislike the other, he had actually been nothing but nice ever since he had rented him but that didn’t change the way things were. 

“Are you telling me all of that is out there and I’m stuck with dog food? Un-fucking-believable. Burger with mac and cheese, though? I don’t know how it’d taste, but I know I’d like.”

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angelicborn:

“What I wouldn’t give for something new to read,” Diana sighed. She missed the days of being claimed, when she had a bit more freedom to look at shops. Now she was bored and stuck in the cage, when she wasn’t with masters or mistresses. “Or something to do.” 

Percy had been bored out of his mind stuck inside his cell with nothing but the ceiling to stare when the girl caught his attention. “New? Does that mean you have some books in there? What would take for you to lend me one and save a poor soul that is about to lose his mind to boredom?”

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caintakesabel:

“You did, but that requires a lot more than you’re willing to give. I believe it was, be a good boy, not your fucking thing.”  Repeated the words he’d remembered were used earlier, a fan of the tactic to use them against someone when needed. He had picked up the habit years ago when he’d realized that it was something that managed to get under his sisters skin, only to come to the charming conclusion that it was a universal annoyance. “You could however take a job at the strip club, they’re always taking in new talent. Just don’t open your mouth or you’ll ruin it.”  He was laughing now, clearing pushing the line with sarcasm that was a very acquired taste - Cain always had been that way. He often was mistaken, but there was no happy medium with the dragon, you either liked him or hated him. The thought only fueling fire in grin, shaking his head. “I’ll be sure to put that, along with your gold star in the file, princess.” The question about how he knew was ignored for the time being, skipping ahead to the next one. “Cain, and yours? Or did you want to be mouthy travel agent forever? It does have quite a ring to it.” 

“Ah, we’re back that again, huh?” Now, Percy had no illusions of how this place worked, the welcoming package -- if that’s how they liked to refer to it -- left no room for doubts, but life was made of loopholes. He just had to find the right one. “I guess that’s going to be a problem. You guys should really add that to the brochure, by the way -- good boys only.” His steps were casual as he followed, but his eyes were taking in the whole way. He hadn’t been able to see more than his cell and the yard, and wasn’t even sure what else there was in the Cavae. “Strip Club?” He repeated as if considering the option. Yeah, he could just imagine the kind of sleazy people frequented the place. “Not a bad idea, honestly. I’ve got the moves, I’d have everyone making it rain whenever I went up. Are you saying you don’t enjoy my conversation skills? I thought you just said it was charming,” he smirked. There was a faint feeling that the other was laughing at him rather than with him, then again, Percy had never been above making himself the punchline, years of self-depreciating jokes making it natural. “Less than a week and I already have a gold star, you’re ruining my not good boy imagine here,” he complained in jester. “Cain. It suits you. Wait, is that what you’ve been calling me in your head?” He asked, this time chuckling. “I’m Percy, but if you’re so attached to that you can keep using it.”

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victorvictus:

“My God, li’l dude, learn to take a joke. Ain’t nothin’ but sunshine and rainbows over here, my dick was the first thin’ to rot off. Like a Ken doll down there.”

A complete and outright lie, evidenced by the smirk on his face.

“‘s Southern food. Stuff that’ll stick t’ya ribs. Barbecue too, all that good stuff.”

“Was that a dig at my sense of humor? I’ll have you know I take great pride at that won’t stand for that kind of bashing,” he quipped, feeling more relaxed. He wasn’t buying the whole Ken situation, but the reaction was enough to settle his nerves. “This place, man, I can’t believe it’s ruining even that for me,” he shook his head. He didn’t buy “Did you say barbecue? Yeah, sign me the fuck up. Do not give my job to anyone else.” He was halfway done with the food he had been tasting, fork after fork as they talked. “What other stuff this town has? My tour guide didn’t cover outside the part.”

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caintakesabel:

“You must have been one hell of a bitchy food critic in a past life.” Observed, still seemingly amused by the whole charade. Usually, there was far more whining, maybe a little bit of begging. This one seemed particularly stuck in his ways and despite knowing far better, Cain did like it. Maybe it was the differences, but he was very aware that the presentation was not for his benefit. Had the situation been any different, Percy would probably still be all sarcasm with a healthy side of bullshit. “Come on then.” He was turning back toward the Cavae, waving a hand toward the door as if he’d need more inclination to follow. “At least you can’t talk shit while your eating.” Grinning even though back was turned, you could hear it in his voice. “Go ahead and write that letter though, I’m interested to see both the postal services reaction and his when he receives it.” The dragon was just the type to instigate to that level, thoroughly amused when he probably shouldn’t be. “As for the story, ask me again later. Right now, I’m not in the mood for the good old circle jerk of emotions.” The history of this, of the island, it was too close to home to be spouting off to strangers. He and Ayda had buried some of their secrets and they rightfully should stay that way.

A grin, boyish and mischievous, and another nonchalant shrug of his shoulder, unbothered by the words. “I don’t know about that. But now that I’m here I feel you can’t let all this talent go to waste. Didn’t I hear something about being able to buy my freedom? You should give me a job writing reviews about the place, I promise I won’t trash the place too badly.” He was rambling, talking too much, letting his mouth run as he did, but that was his default setting. “Really?” He asked, eyebrow raised and a little incredulous at the call, eyeing the man before getting up. This was one of those situations where he should stop and think before acting. Yes, the man had been a good enough company, but he hadn't forgotten who he claimed to be. The other already had his back to him when he made up his mind, food did always cloud his judgment. “You would be surprised. Talking shit is one of my better skills,” he quipped as if to prove his point. He picked up the pace until he was walking next to the taller male. “How do you plan to do that? D’you have a crystal ball around here that shows you whatever you want to see?” The idea sounded absurd to his ears, but at this point, he wouldn't have been all too surprised. “That bad, huh? Damn. Ok, ok, I can leave that for some other time. Do you have a name?” 

[percyholt]

who would win in a fight between iron man and Jason?

“That depends on what Jason we’re talking about here. If Jason Voorhees it’s not even a fair fight, one blast and the dude is back to the worst Friday of his life and it doesn’t even need to be a 13th. If it’s Todd, sorry, Tony, but the dude was trained by the Bat himself and the League of Shadows, he probably has 78 plans to destroy you. If any other, you gotta be clear next time, my dude.”

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underyourskinx:

“Listen, I respect your standards entirely and I’m thoroughly impressed we’ve carried on a dick sucking standards conversation this long. Apparently, this is just how I make friends now. Who would have known?” Shrugged his shoulders like Wes was entirely impressed with his own new found ability before grin cracked features and ruined the entire thing. Laughter was easy, company seemed to provide that - and he’d appreciate it. “Ah yes, I’m the poster boy for new age slavery and I’m glad someone, anyone finally recognizes my skill set. Never been so validated in my life, there will be time for selfies later, when we’re both not dressed like we’re going to gym, tan, laundry.”

“If you can’t talk about dick sucking with your friends, then what’s the point?” Not that that had been the sort of conversation he had held with his friends, but he guessed this was how things rolled around here, and Percy was nothing if not adaptable. “I do, man. I wholeheartedly appreciate you.” He shouldn’t be joking about this, but keeping things like this made it all seem a little less real, and that was what he wanted. “You’d think they’d give us something more appealing if we’re to be desirable, right?” 

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caintakesabel:

“While your particular brand of sarcasm and clear penchant for writing scathing reviews is charming, I’m still not seeing exactly what benefit providing the burger and fries has for me.” Despite the fact that he had a healthy appreciation for bratty behavior, that didn’t mean that he was in the business of just handing out things left and right. After all, there had been a time where the Cavae was full of them and he knew far better than that - the decades would do that to you. “I will however, provide that address if you’d like to get all those feelings out, you can yelp review the shit out of them. 0/10 bad master, would not recommend.” They did always keep tabs on how and what landed them there, some easier to find than others but always there nonetheless. He wasn’t necessarily lying about providing it, it just wasn’t going to be quite that simple nor easy. Just how much bargaining someone was willing to do always said so much about their character. “Not quite, Ive just heard all them all before and there’s far more to the story that just the parts you’ve seen so far.”

“To be fair, I wasn’t exactly thinking about what you could get out of this, too focused on how good a burger would taste after two days of the subpar food you have around here,” he tilted his head to the side, half shrugging. “Tell you what, if you like my reviews that much, get me the burger and fries and I’ll write a two-page review of anything around here.” Did he actually think he’d be able to pull it through? Hardly. Despite the easy conversation they had been holding, there wasn’t a part of Percy that trusted this man. “Bad master? How about bad person to have aboard of your planet? If I had known the dude was into this creepy shit I would have avoided his place. Maybe he should have put a sign up ‘intruders will be sent to a creepy island with all those kids who couldn’t get sex in high school’. Give me his address and I’ll write that  on the letter.” And some other choice of words. “Yeah? Tell me about those other parts then. Not like I have anything better to do.”

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victorvictus:

“Nah, jus’ thought it’d make me seem cooler than tryna fuck ya first thing.” 

He shrugged, fixing his hair before adding,

“I work at one of the restaurants ‘bouta open here in town. Gotta build a menu. Can’t taste for shit, so I gotta get someone to do it for me.”

The hand that was just about to scoop more of the food stoped, a second that the boy took to process the words. “How about we just skip that and stick to the food? ‘Cause that’s definitely not in my future,” he countered. No, he was not about to entertain that idea. Not a chance. “Lucky for you, I’m a great taster. Love food, 10/10 would recommend myself for the job. What kind of restaurant?”