witchdeyan:
Deyan’s eyes snapped to the blonde, dropping over him, taking measure. One of his hands lifted to the collar secured tightly around his neck. He didn’t like not having the use of his magic. “Thank you for the information. They weren’t kind enough to tell me that when yanking me from my lonely cell on the other side of this place.” The witch strode closer, ignoring the obvious aura of ‘stay the fuck away from me’ bleeding off of the other man. “Help a new guy out. I’m still learning the ropes.” He smiled, charming but clearly disconnected. “Find me something to wear?”
Rhett turned around to face the other guy as he started walking closer. The other slave could’ve been anything - a demon, a werewolf, maybe even some powerful spirit. So long as he had that collar around his neck, however, they were even. Other slaves didn’t concern him.
“I look like your den mother?” Rhett asked, his brow quirking. “Want to learn the ropes? Forget you ever had any dignity and learn to walk around naked. Short walk from here to the dorms.”













