get off my cloud

Ronan || 22 || leave me alone "you don't know me and you don't know my style."

[ronanwestwood]

professorzachxenos‌:

“I have a selection of menus in the kitchen, in the drawer of the side table that holds the phone,” he said.  He laughed at the boy’s question.  “No one hurt me, pretty little boy,” he said.  “I simply enjoy my power of pretty boys like yourself,” he said as he stepped in close and ran a hand teasingly down Ronan’s chest.  “Mmm…very nice.  Go order our dinner.”

“Obviously they did. Either that or you were dropped on your head as a child,” Ronan responded. He felt a shiver run down his back when Zach touched his chest, his face flushing red. He backed away from the man’s touch, looking him up and down before heading into the kitchen to search for the menus and pick something to eat. When he found them, the one that immediately stood out was the menu with a selection of sushi. “I want this,” He said, tossing the menu across the kitchen table. He probably seemed like he was being insufferable on purpose, but he’d actually been trying to tone it down for the sake of not being whipped or some crazy shit.

[trahansarchive-deactivated20201]

Vivi’s bottom lip was pulled between her teeth as her eyes scanned over the page, trying to retain every bit of knowledge she could get from the book. She wasn’t a hard studier, but at that moment the only thing she could think about was her school work and how she was going to manage to get through this semester.

There was light pattering of feet audible in the library, Vivi trying her hardest not to pay attention to the noise that was causing her to get distracted. But damn, there’s only so much repetitive noise someone could hear before snapping. And Vivi had just reached hers. Setting her book down on the bench, she hastily walked over to where the person was, a scowl evident on her face. “If you’re so hellbent on making noise, maybe you shouldn’t be in a library.” The brunette hissed, eyes narrowing on the person.

[ronanwestwood]

Ronan had used his time to escape to the library and draw, despite his current situation still weighing heavily on his mind. He was half convinced that this whole thing was a crazy fever dream. He’d been sitting quietly with his sketch book, slowly working on a detailed doodle of some sort of woodland elf. He’d always loved drawing fantasy creatures, but it was a little strange now that he’d been meeting actual supernatural monsters.  Eventually, he felt stuck, his legs kicked up on the chair across from him. He began to click the end of his pen repeatedly, staring hard at his drawing to figure out where to take it next when he was startled by swift footsteps and a harsh voice. He scooted his book across the table, his eyes narrowing at the girl. “If you can’t handle the sound of a pen clicking, then maybe you shouldn’t be in a library,” He hissed back. 

[ronanwestwood]

nate-lennox‌:

“How do I feel?” Nate repeated back, giving the other a curious look. “I mean.. It’s fine. I feel.. fine. Just like anyone else, hoping to get my degree and get the hell out, yeah?”

“Definitely in the same boat,” Ronan replied, running a hand through his hair. He knew school would be stressful, but not like this. “So, what’re going to school for?” He asked, interested about the other boy’s life.

[ronanwestwood]

professorzachxenos‌:

“The island has plenty of restaurants we can order from.  You can have your pick,” Zach said with a shrug.  “Provided that you behave,” he said as he lead the slave into his home.  “Now strip.  Slaves don’t wear clothing in my home.  Since you’re new, I’ll let you keep the underwear if you want…for now.”

“Do you have a list of which restaurants are here?” Ronan asked. It’s not like he had any idea what his options were, he’d just gotten here. He walked in, pausing after taking a few steps into the house. “Strip? You’ve got to be out of your damn--” He trailed off, his cheeks tinting a light shade of red. “Who hurt you to make you crave having power over someone so badly?” The blonde asked as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his nipple piercings. He shimmied out of his jeans, kicking them to the side by his shoes but there was no way in hell he was taking his boxers off too. 

[ronanwestwood]

professorxwolf‌:

“I think he likes ya. And the attention, so feel free to keep goin’. Then maybe he’ll let me get some work done this afternoon” Ciaran laughed, watching the two with a smile. Animals knew animal lovers, that was something he had always believed. And with the way that Seamus was wagging his tail so hard his whole body wriggled, it was clear that was the truth. “Ya too love. And I’m pretty fond of them myself” he grinned, then rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Well..there’s the beach, the waterfall and lake. There’s a water part, a mall, and a shit load of shops and restaurants and crap. I own a pub myself”

“I’m definitely down for petting a dog any time always,” Ronan said, giving the dog a few more pets and a scratch behind the ear before standing fully back up again. “Wait, what?” Ronan paused, his eyes getting wide. “Theres-- a beach? And a water park?? And a mall?” He had to be dreaming. This was the beginning of his weird kinky anime, there was no other explanation for something so strange that he’d gotten himself into. “I’m not much of an alcohol drinker, to be honest,”

[ronanwestwood]

professorxwolf‌:

“Aye, please” Ciaran nodded, loosening the slack on Seamus’s leash so that the dog could move closer and explore Ronan more. “He’s just a giant puppy..literally. Six months old but for some reason he decided to grow like a bloody weed” He grinned down at the dog affectionately, watching as he easily accepted his new friend with his normal friendly nature. The man seemed to contemplate his offer and Ciaran waited patiently, not wanting him to say yes just because he felt like he had to. When he did agree, a wide grin split Ciaran’s face, and he chuckled. “Yeah..sounds like a bad cliche’ huh?” he joked. “Ronan..good name. I’m Ciaran, and this is Seamus. We’re Irish and proud” Ciaran laughed. “So tell me what you’ve seen so far, so I don’t bore ya”

“I haven’t seen a dog in so long,” Ronan gushed, petting the big fluff of a puppy. He’d always really loved animals, so this was a nice little surprise after all the news that had been broken to him. “I guess, but sometimes real life bad cliche’s are fun,” The boy admitted. “Nice to meet you. I could tell my the accent, I’ve always loved Irish accents. And Australian. Um-- I haven’t seen really anything other than the dorms yet,” He admitted. 

[ronanwestwood]

professorzachxenos‌:

“Oh for starters.  The exact path will depend on your reactions,” Zach murmured.  And how those reactions set off his own mood, but he suspected the slave was smart enough that he didn’t need to say it. 

“Uh huh,” Ronan mumbled quietly. He was honestly stumped. He didn’t really know what to do at this point, so he continued to follow Zach towards his place. When he was lead to what he assumed was the entrance to where they would be staying for however long the man wanted to keep him there, Ronan spoke up again. “I expect something damn good to eat if you’re gonna force me to put up with you,”

[ronanwestwood]

professorxwolf‌:

“Sure love, would be my pleasure” Ciaran smiled warmly, looking down at Seamus when the man cooed at him. “Ah ya don’t have to tell him that, he hears it enough” he joked, affectionately ruffling the Malamute’s thick fur. As if very much understanding what was being said, the dog’s pale blue eyes looked from one man to another, body wriggling with excitement. “Aye, they do, so long as ya got a place to keep ‘em. There’s all kinds of animals runnin’ around here” Ciaran replied, then chuckled softly. “Ya still wanna find your room? Or would ya rather have a tour of the island from a handsome wolf and his equally handsome dog?” he teased.

“I love dogs,” Ronan replied softly, hesitating to reach his hand out. “Is it okay if I pet him?” The blonde boy asked, and he’d felt calmer after the man had been so sweet to him and the fact that there was a bubbly, fluffy, cute dog. He perked up when the man asked about a tour, thinking about the prospect for a minute before deciding that it sounded nice. “Uhm-- I’ll take a tour from a handsom dog and a handsome... wolf,” He said, pausing at the last part. He was still going to have to get used to the supernatural side of this. “I’m Ronan, by the way,”

[ronanwestwood]

professorzachxenos‌:

Though he remained ready to pull the slave back, using his tails if necessary, Zach released Ronan and continued on.  “I’m going to enjoy you.  And see that you get a good meal and a good night’s sleep.”

“Enjoy me.... like, how? Like--- touch me? Kiss me?” He asked quietly, following close behind him. A good meal and a good nights sleep didn’t sound malicious. And this guy wasn’t ugly. But Ronan knew he was worth more than being someone’s toy to play with.

[ronanwestwood]

favourite flavour of ice cream?

Cheesecake. Or coffee flavored with chocolate in it. 

[ronanwestwood]

professorzachxenos‌:

“I doubt you’re alone in that.  There are so many foolish students in these dorms,” he said in an idle tone.  “Behave and you’ll have a pleasurable enough night in comfort.  Being smart about your role here is the best thing you can do.”

“What’re you gonna do to me?” Ronan asked, trying to yank his arm away. “You can let me go. I’m not going anywhere.” 

[ronanwestwood]

nate-lennox‌:

Nate mimicked the shrug, responding, “Guess I’m the first then, ‘side from any roommates you’ve got? I’m Nate… I started last Winter here, so relatively new too, depending on how you look at it.”

“I’ve barely met my roommates yet,” Ronan answered. “Nice to meet you Nate. I guess that’s kind of new. So-- um-- how do you feel about being here?”

[ronanwestwood]

professorzachxenos‌:

“No, we’re going to my home,” he said, reaching over to firmly grip Ronan’s arm and tug the man out of the cell.  His fingers were an iron vise around the man’s arm and he forced Ronon to keep up.

Ronan’s feet followed suit as he was tugged away from the cell, all of his things left behind. “I already hate you,” He scoffed under his breath, trying to stay calm though his heart was racing faster than he’d ever felt it before. 

[ronanwestwood]

veraluis‌:

Vera raised a well shaped brow at the boy and looked him over. She had heard from a guard she was getting a male roommate that day, so she figured this might be him. “Roman? Ronald? Something like that? Congrats, you’re rooming with me, princess.” She told him before curling a finger for him to follow her to the cell they both would stay in. 

“---Ronan,” He said sharply, unamused with the girl’s attitude. “Great, we’re gonna get along swimmingly, I’m sure,” He said sarcastically, following her towards the room she was leading him to. 

[ronanwestwood]

inkstitches‌:

“Sex trafficking in the classical sense, no. In an adjacent sense, perhaps. By accepting the grant they offered you, you essentially traded your freedom for an education- Those who paid their tuition in full now control what you can, and cannot do. Their word is law.” He didn’t like the way the words felt coming out of his mouth, didn’t like the fact he had to say them at all, in all fairness. But still, he had been asked, and misleading the poor boy would only place him in more trouble later on. “And you can’t storm off, because you can’t leave, they’ll find you, and then punish you to the fullest extent they can think of. And I would say your imagination is the limit- but you exist within a viewpoint that already limits those factors.” A sigh, as his features shifted, blonde hair turning black and purple eyes slowly burning into red, stubble vanishing against an angular jaw and the sharp points of precisely painted black nails scratching gently through the shaved portions of his head. “And your imagination has no bearing on what the people in this place can do- myself included. There is a whole new rule book here, young man- and to know that those around you are not human is the first step in understanding it.”

Ronan was trying to take in everything the man was telling him, trying to come up with words to reply to him with, but his mind was racing about a mile a minute. He had many more questions, but he felt like at this point asking them would only lead to more. He almost didn’t notice the man’s features changing, but once he did, the boy took a sharp step back. “What the f--” He stammered out, nearly tripping on his own feet. Maybe he was going crazy. This had to be a fever dream. “What the--” He rubbed his eyes, but nothing changed. “Not-- human--” 

[ronanwestwood]

lunaslovic‌:

“Definitely! It really doesn’t look very well”, Luna agreed thoughtfully, offering the pouring rain one last glance. Even under the umbrella it was kinda hard to stay completely dry. “Then again, we probably shouldn’t complain. It’s sunny here on most days” She then offered a smile to Ronan, nodding towards the café nearby. “Hey, I can make it up to you with a drink if you’re up for it?”

Ronan smiled, for once since getting here, nodding back at the girl. His side was starting to get wet from the rain, and he started leading them both towards the building. “You don’t have to get me a drink, but we can have one together,” He said, not thinking he needed to be gifted anything for the inconvenience. It might do him so good to stop being so uptight.  

[ronanwestwood]

professorxwolf‌:

Ciaran gave the male a warm smile, chuckling softly as he clapped a large hand to his shoulder. Seamus meanwhile sniffed the newcomer, blue eyes regarding him with friendly interest as well. “Understandable lad, took me a few days to figure shit out here too” he nodded, leaning down to ruffle the Malamute’s fur then looking back up at the other. I can help, if you’d like? We’re not really doin’ anythin’ important right now. I’m Ciaran, and this rascal here is Seamus” The Irishman introduced himself, extending a warm hand in greeting now.

“Can you?” Ronan asked sincerely, not even noticing the dog at first. “Oh, he’s so cute,” the blonde cooed at the dog, not thinking he would be seeing any pets any time soon. “They let you have a dog here?” He asked curiously, almost forgetting about the fact that he had been lost and looking for his room.