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Thaddeus Rockwell. Psychiatrist. Werewolf civilian in Covaire.

[from-beneath-it-devours]

Silence in the Library // (close)

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Galadrielle sat, mostly hidden in a corner, reading quietly and enjoying the scent of books surrounding her. Half of her long ebony mane hid most of her visage, while the other cascaded down her back, slipping through the bars of the wooden armchair she sat in. She felt another coming behind, yet did not acknowledge them for if they wished to converse, they would have to come forth and interrupt her.

Thaddeus could detect the familiar scent before he even saw her face. Of the people in Covaire, he found Galadrielle to be one of the most tolerable -- even the most enjoyable to be around. He always preferred polite company, and after a long day's work of helping people realize that their problems stemmed from defense mechanisms and an inability to play nicely with others, being around someone like her was almost a vacation. He'd come here for the books, but he didn't mind staying for the conversation.

He took a seat opposite of her, folding one leg neatly over the other. "So, on top of work and hunting, you also enjoy reading," he said. "I'm beginning to wonder if you do anything in poor taste." She didn't seem the type. And that, perhaps, was the best thing about her.

[crypticcuriosity-blog]

Wistful

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

crypticcuriosity:

There it was again. Slowly but surely, bubbling and rising from somewhere deep and dark inside. No matter how much she tried, it always reignited every now and then. The feeling that she had tried to leave in her past, unfortunately found a way of catching up with her every now and then. Not a single night had gone by when her thoughts didn’t start to drift towards her past. Everything that she had left behind and abandoned. It all usually came back when she moved somewhere new, so this was expected. Didn’t make it any less overwhelming.

Genevieve was walking down the sidewalk absentmindedly, with her mind occupied as she tried to shake off this feeling. It wasn’t until she bumped into someone that she noticed where she was. “Oh..sorry” came her soft and mumbled apology. 

Thaddeus wouldn't have outwardly expressed his distaste at being ran into -- but she apologized nonetheless. For that, he could offer a smile. At least she had been polite about it. "Perhaps we're both to blame," he said. "No apologies are necessary."

He regarded the woman carefully. She seemed distant, if her inattention was any indication. With that same, amicable smile that he always wore, he tilted his chin gently. "You seem to be preoccupied," he said. "While it may be forward of me, I can offer my assistance, if you require it." He made no indication that he would charge her. He wouldn't. Thaddeus got the distinct feeling that he would get paid plenty for this in other ways. He considered it a bold experiment, one that he shouldn't be conducting. But the thrill of the game always won in the end.

[onyourkneesgrace]

black & white :: Grace and you

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

onyourkneesgrace:

The keys were a familiar feeling under her fingertips, Liszt’s Liebestraum Number 3 echoing through the room. It cam naturally after years of practice, her old master loving when she would play for him song after song. Grace’s body was moving along with the rhythm until a hand was placed on her shoulder, her fingers stopping abruptly as she turned to look at the figure behind her. “I’m sorry, if it was disturbing you…”

"On the contrary, I found it quite lovely," Thaddeus replied, his hand still resting atop her shoulder, almost weightless in presence. The room felt like death without music. Ill with silence. Thundering in his ears. "It's been some time since I heard something so pleasant. I could never quite take to the piano, myself." His hand slid away. He clasped his fingers behind his back, politely staring over her shoulder. "I apologize for interrupting you. I suppose I got too involved in the music. Please, continue."

[the-fault-in-estella]

Forgetful - open

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the-fault-in-estella:

“I was sure it was in here somewhere…” She looked up at the person checking her out of the store and said apologetically, “I’m so sorry, I seem to have forgotten my wallet at home…” 

Wonderful. Thaddeus had always been exceptionally patient, but absent-mindedness had never been a trait that he could appreciate in others. He much preferred preparedness. Biting back a sigh, Thaddeus produced his card, tapping it gently on her shoulder so as to draw her attention away from her purse and to him. How in the world do people leave the house without making sure they have the essentials with them?

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

sup fam. finally back from hiatus. still got tons of homework and studying to do but i'll still be around here and there throughout the week.

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Schrodinger’s Cat

[misfitzgerald]

“Solutions.” She said, wide eyed. “No they’re not really solutions, are they? A better word is necessity. It’s absolutely necessary for my survival to listen and do what I’m told. Otherwise, death is more or less a promise.” She said with a slight shake of her head. “I don’t have a choice, as long as I’m behind bars and my next day isn’t promised. It’s not really hard if you think about it, is it? I mean, I listen, I do what I’m told, I act the way I’m expected and avoid those who are unpredictable and it’s worked. This system has kept me more than alive in a society where slaves are expendable. Does that make sense?” She questioned. Julie knew that she had a habit of accidentally skipping over the original question but she at least wanted to make sure what she’d said made some sense.

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

He smiled. "Sense? Of course. It makes plenty. I must admit, I'm overjoyed to see that a slave in the Chateau knows her place. Most in your situation become bitter with age and abuse. It's a sad story, indeed, but we also must consider the necessity of your servitude, according to our society." With a heavy sigh, Thaddeus added, "Though it brings me great regret to know the brutish extremes some will go to. As if all that matters in life is sex and domination. Perhaps that is what makes me a bit different from the others in this city, just as your acceptance of your status as a slave makes you a bit different from the rest. You <i>are</i> a charming one." And if he had the status that allowed for it, he would have claimed her. Sadly, or perhaps fortunately, he did not have that power.

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Schrodinger’s Cat

[effy-fontaine-deactivated202401]

Effy’s features didn’t waver at the comment that certainly hit below the surface. Anyone who knew her well knew that it was exactly the type of woman she was. In fact it was the one thing that had caused so much heartache for her, hope that things would always get better and that she could somehow fix things ended only in heartbreak. “What can I say, I’m just a mysterious woman.” Her smile was playful, an air of confidence and relaxation when his words were a little too personal for her taste. She could only laugh and sit down at the question, shaking her head as she sat back and eyed him. “Psychologist is it? Are you sure you’re not a mind reader?” Her tone was still light, though her eyes showed weariness. 

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

"I consider myself more akin to a cold-reader," he said. "So yes, psychiatrist." She did look tired, but Thaddeus knew that pointing it out was excessively rude. He knew that outright offering his services would be even worse. The people of Covaire were often a prideful sort, and even those who weren't rarely benefited from the forward approach. So Thaddeus thought for a moment, considered a more delicate way of offering his services to her. When he found none, he simply settled for, "I charge two-fifty an hour for masters, mistresses, and their slaves. Seventy-five for civilians. For unclaimed slaves, guards, and the King and Alpha, my services are free." Now that he didn't have that obnoxious secretary working for him, he could afford to charge less. She sucked up an unnecessary amount of money.

[once-upon-an-englishman]

Tristan ran his tongue over his lip and blinked, nervously taking a seat as he was told to, though putting his mind at ease was far more difficult and he was shaking his head furiously at the question. -”N.. no sir, thank you. Y.. you don’t have to give me anything. I mean, I don’t w.. want t.. to put you out.” he cleared his throat, realising he was doing a bad job of keeping his words together. -”I  p.. probably should b… be here.” It wasn’t like he had money to burn, he struggled to keep his civilian status most months.

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

"Put me out?" Thaddeus chuckled benignly. "Well, I <i>did</i> make the offer. It's a simple bottle of water. But no matter." Interesting, this one. "You know," he said, "I do have an hour opening, if you're interested. Time to kill, as the expression so goes. If you're interested, I can arrange for a free first session." Thaddeus rather enjoyed the nervous ones. Really wanted to get inside their heads. They were easier to break, far more difficult to rebuild. He liked the challenge.

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

<3 I understand you babe, let me know if you need any help. I'm a good study buddy

i appreciate the sentiment, but it's mostly reviewing notes and writing papers. if the test i get back on tuesday doesn't yield any positive results, i may take you up on that offer though!

[once-upon-an-englishman]

-”Er.. erm.. the first s.. sir.” he closed his eyes to try and calm his breath down -”S.. sorry. I will try h.. harder to keep my words together.” He breathed out and bit at his bottom lip, wishing he could keep it together more, but his past was always lurking just over his shoulder and it put pressure on Tristan, keeping himself nervous was one way to remind himself of that.

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

"No, no. Don't stress yourself on my account. Your nervous habits are by far more tolerable than what I usually encounter in my profession. Do sit down. Make yourself comfortable and put your mind at ease. Can I interest you in some water?" Thaddeus was already approaching the fridge, as if expecting that his company would take him up on his offer regardless.

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Schrodinger’s Cat

[onyourkneesgrace]

Grace thought for a moment. She grew up on a collection of different types of literature, her master being sure she was well rounded when it came to the the topic. Looking up at Thaddeus she smiled, happy with her answer, “At the moment, British Literature has my interest.” She hadn’t had a book since coming to the Chateau. When a slave came across one, they would hold onto it for dear life, and Grace was never lucky enough to be gifted one. 

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

"Ah, British literature. I'm not a fanatic, myself. But I'm sure that I can find something in my library that I can loan you at some point. In fact ..." Thaddeus's voice trailed off as he thought. Yes, his secretary had left the office -- a request of Thaddeus himself -- and he had limited time to care for things around the office. He could rent the girl, have her sort through files, and in exchange, he would offer her some of the books that he'd never really cared for. "I could use some assistance at the office. If you're willing to put in a day or two of manual labor -- nothing too strenuous, I assure you -- I would be more than happy to provide you with a book or two of reading material."

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Schrodinger’s Cat

[from-beneath-it-devours]

“Gratitude.” she replied, with a slight bow of her head. And yet, when came the confirmation that people did indeed fear what he would find, she found herself darkly amused. “How jejune. One shall think that they fear themselves for what else would you find within them?” She had once feared many things and yet, Samuel had purged the emotion out of her as a weapon could not feel love, pity or fear; it was meant for only one purpose - serve and kill. And in that regard, Galadrielle did not truly fit among the Masters and Mistresses, but had found an alternative by serving the highest authority. Her focus was once more upon the civilian, such a magnificent wolf he was and she found him fascinating and very much so intelligent. “I suppose calling it an addiction would be more proper, as a hobby is not meant to become a need. Would you not agree?”

“I no longer work for King Sullivan and King Hallron was kind enough to let me decide if I were to serve him or become an Archivist at the Dominion. And yet, I find myself wondering if I should carry on with this or let myself be seduced by another path. We shall see. But I suppose you and I ken how to make a schedule. But I would always make time for a wolf such as you, Thaddeus.”

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

"They find whatever I want them to find," he answered simply. "I make it a point not to reflect myself upon my patients. That sort of projection is an amateur mistake, and an insult to their intelligence. I've found that a vast number of slaves here are actually quite resourceful." Smart would be giving them too much credit, but dumb as a door-nail would be underappreciative of some of their abilities.

She mentioned that hunting was a need, not a hobby. "Smoking, gambling, shopping, love, alcohol -- all are understandable needs, dictated as such by neuro chemistry, which first started as hobbies. The same could be said for the full moon. Just as their neurological biology has shifted their needs, our lycanthropy as shifted ours. I suppose it depends on your perception of reality." He never found hunting to be a necessity, and in that way, he stood out from a large number of his werewolf brethren in Covaire. While he embraced a majority of what it meant to be a werewolf, he rejected the more primal side effect of it -- which others could easily argue was the essence of being a werewolf. Reject that part of himself, and he might as well reject all of it. As much as Thaddeus disagreed with the sentiment that lycanthropy was all about the bloodlust and transformation, he did understand the mindset.

"Ah, the ever growing complexity of duty. Galadrielle, if I may offer you some advice? Not of the psychiatric sort. My professional opinion is that you're in no need of it. But simply that of an outside observer. People like us have been gifted with something remarkable: Extended lives that allow us to pursue a wide variety of avenues. Unless the King has given you the ultimatum that if you decide to follow a different path, you could never return -- might I suggest that you see if the archives become a new passion for you? If it turns out to be a mistake, you could always return to your previous career."

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Schrodinger’s Cat

[brokenxwolf]

Bad move. He’d been taught, barely, and it was a sore subject. Kadyns fingers twitched and his claws extended as he tossed the book aside “I’m not stupid! And I have gotten through most of the words in that thing!” He growled “I am fucking civilised!”

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[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

Thaddeus didn't budge. He didn't even seem remotely frightened. In fact, he his face contorted into an expression of disgust. "Is this how you handle your problems?" he asked. "Note that I never once called you stupid; I said your position didn't have to equate it. I never said you weren't civilized; I said that your vernacular lacked civilized notation. Now, sit down, you beast, before you do something that you'll regret." He reached down to pick up the dictionary, dusting it off. "Your outburst is hardly working in your favor, for the record. It's hard to take a man seriously when he's shouting that he's 'fucking civilized' -- pardon my French, but that was a direct quote from you."

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Schrodinger’s Cat

[townofmonstrs]

“Pretty sure just because you tell me to call you Doctor Rockwell, doesn’t mean I am going to. Your name is Thaddeus. I don’t know why the fuck your parents even decided to call you that, but that’s your business, not mine.” He didn’t give a fuck about Thaddeus’ education. Nor did he give a fuck about his collective years as a scholar. As far as Calen was concerned, he wasn’t as big of a moron as some people, but he wasn’t going to roll over onto his back and start listening to anyone just because they asked him to. His eyes narrow at the next comments, his head shaking in the process. “Being proud of myself has nothing to do with my slave status. Yes, I hate this life, but that doesn’t mean I’ve never been proud. You can stop talking the repeated abandonment, too. Because I stopped giving a fuck about that a while ago.”

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

"Well, someone has a clear disregard for his position." Thaddeus wasn't impressed by any means. He didn't tolerate a lack of respect, and the way he saw it, he was far superior to Calen. If the slave wanted to start a war, then he succeeded. Thaddeus was not one to lose. "Well, Calen, I'm afraid my diagnosis must mean absolutely nothing to you, either. But should you want it, here it is: Insufferable brat with no real ambition to succeed in any facet of life. It's a shame, really, to look at the remarkable forces of hundreds of thousands of years of evolution -- to know that our ancestors traveled across continents in circumstances so dire that you wouldn't even begin to fathom what a hard life is -- just to lead to this moment so that I may look at their most worthless descendent. You, Calen, are the epitome of everything that is to loathe about human nature. But I suppose this doesn't bother you, does it? No, of course not. You're far too eager to build up this game where nothing matters so that you can spare yourself the heartache. You could have accomplished such wonderful things. Get out of my office before I forcibly remove you."

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Schrodinger’s Cat

[misfitzgerald]

Julie watched through narrowed eyes as the man seemed to think over what she had said. She was curious where his thoughts were taking him and couldn’t help but the smile that slipped onto her face as she thought about what brought them in this particular direction of conversation. Nevertheless, she didn’t try to stop him or the conversation from continuing. She wanted to know what this man was about and, not that she’d ever admit it out loud, the young wolf was interested. “It’s not that they don’t want me per se; because i’ll be rented and thrown right back in the Chateau. It’s the claiming bit that doesn’t really make sense. Why claim me to hurt me?” She wondered out loud, mainly to herself. “But I’m not interested in solely being claimed. I just don’t want to be claimed by someone who wants to use me as a punching bag, not that I have a choice as you’ve so wonderfully reminded me. I’m a slave and my job as a slave is to comply and follow the rules or be killed. I’ve survived this long and I absolutely don’t want to be killed so I’m not gonna make it easier.” She shrugged slightly knowing that growing up in the Chateau as a pup had taught her many things. She was still young for sure, but that didn’t mean she was stupid. She paid attention to the things going on around her and she figured out quickly what it meant to survive in a world that didn’t particularly care for her personal well-being. With that thought in mind, she couldn’t help the little scoff that slipped through her lips at his next words. “Trust me, I know how to work my position as a slave. I know what I need to do to get the things that I want, especially if I want it bad enough. I just haven’t figured out how to find a “higher up” willing to accept me as a slave and not something to hurt until no longer usable. I’ve accepted my role in this twisted society.” She said easily.

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

Why claim her to hurt her? Thaddeus knew it was a rhetorical question, but he had the answer regardless: Because Covaire was filled to the brim with people so dull in life that they had to compensate for their lack of interesting qualities in other ways. Of course, she didn't want to hear that. He doubted that there was much anything he could say that she wanted to hear, and so he didn't offer any solutions at all. He just kept that amicable smile on his face, hands clasped behind his back as he listened to her. "I'm interested in hearing what solutions you've created for yourself. What is it that you can offer these masters that other slaves cannot?" he asked her. "I'd like to know precisely how you work your position."

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Schrodinger’s Cat

[ari-kline]

“Dangerous is one word you could use. I’m not as tame as I may seem, my dear.” She sensed he wasn’t receptive of the flirting so she ceased. “I’m almost 92 years old and a vampire. I need a little boring from time to time.” She smirked. “I can do that. I don’t need the money but I’ll gladly take the commission. What were you thinking as far as colors? Nothing too bright or colorful?” She asked, getting an idea of what he wanted.

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

Well, if status didn't make her his superior, then age certainly did. "You don't appear a day over eighteen -- which is quite a lovely age, in my opinion." He liked the transition from innocence to adulthood. It was one of the few things that Thaddeus considered sexually desirable. "I'm not too certain, honestly. I'll admit, most of my clothes vary from one shade of brown to another. Do you believe I could throw some neon pink in my wardrobe and still make a living as a modern professional?"

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Schrodinger’s Cat

[effy-fontaine-deactivated202401]

Effy considered his words as she settled across from him, eyes moving between him and the box for a moment. Finally she shook her head as she at back, wondering how best to answer what he was asking, wondering what he was analyzing at the same moment. “No, not a trick. I would prefer to think hope lies within the box. Hope that it won’t be empty.” She shrugged her shoulders and offered him an easy smile.

[preciousinnerdemons-blog]

"Hope. What a remarkably optimistic view. Odd. You didn't strike me as that type of woman." Thaddeus did not reveal what was within the box. Instead, he set it aside. "I figured you were more of the type to promote an air of confidence when underneath it all, there's a monster begging to devour all of you. But I've been wrong before." As rare as it was. "In your answer, you've created a wonderful paradox -- that the box is filled only with hope that the box is not empty. If the box contains only hope, then surely it would be empty, and if it were empty, then it would not contain hope. Ah, but I'm no philosopher. I can't adequately decipher your answer but to state that you might be the type to throw caution to the wind and go for what you desire, regardless of what the consequences may be. Have the negative ramifications of your actions ever kept you from pursuing other things?"