Rowan Audley

2989/33 | Vampire-Merman | Master | Krov’s Castle.

[garethbradbury]

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Rowan’s suite was almost as quirky as the man himself. It was very flamboyantly decorated, with lots of jewel colours and strange trinkets and instruments scattered around. Some boxes remained unpacked while other areas looked like he had lived there for years. You could also find the odd cat or two on occasion. “Why’s that?” Rowan asked against Titus’ neck as he let the man gently rock the pair of them from side to side. It was a soothing motion and Rowan pressed his lips into the tanned skin of Titus’ neck, his tongue sneaking out to run against the flesh. He hummed softly and wanted to taste him properly, but instead he pulled back to see the other mans face. “Have I not given you a good enough reception?” Rowan asked In a hushed tone. His fingers tangled in Titus’ shirt, pushing it upwards but then sinking to his knees, pressing his lips to the exposed skin of his navel and nipping.

The master’s quirkiness might have thrown some people off, but Titus had always liked it.  Some of it was odd, sure, but it was such a difference from other masters who were more stiff and just…well, irritating to the witch.  He glanced around the suite as he rocked them back and forth, trying to see if anything had changed from the last time he’d been in Rowan’s room, only to be distracted by the press of the man’s lips against his neck.  Titus shuddered slightly with a quiet, approving little noise, tilting his head in a silent permission.  He was a bit disappointed when Rowan pulled away instead, but smiled.  “You’ve given me a pretty good reception so far.”  The witch reassured him, though he wasn’t protesting when Rowan sank to his knees in front of him.  Titus groaned softly, reaching a hand down to gently tangle his fingers in the man’s hair.

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“So you really have no reason for argument, then,” Rowan hummed against the skin of Titus’ navel, an amused smile playing on the mersharks lips as he started to pull Titus’ belt away from his pants and sliding down his zipper enough to pull both sets of material down to his thighs. There were so many things Rowan had in mind, one of them being the blood Titus had so freely offered, but he could revisit that. For now he made a delighted noise at the sight he held before him. His lips pressed kisses down the other mans navel, his long fingers all the while wrapping around the familiar weight of his former slaves cock and teasing it with slow strokes. He nipped at his inner thighs before finally lifting his head to run his tongue along the length of his cock.

[boltemdown98435]

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In all honesty, Maleko probably wasn’t wrong to ask for things. He was dealing with someone who could change his mood and his preferences at the drop of a hat and would most likely do just that several times during their meeting. “Alright, well then you can clean it up yourself. With your tongue.” Rowan had no intentions of watching him do that, but it still stood. The vampire smiled, pleased with his decision until finally they reached his suite and he could get his hands on the slave with the beautiful body and the beautiful hair again.

When the material of Maleko’s shirt was gone Rowan hummed in great satisfaction, running his fingers delightedly over the muscles Maleko purposefully flexed in front of him. “When the mood strikes me,” He answered distractedly as he wet his bottom lip with his tongue. His preferences were as scatty as his mind and it was what made meeting Rowan almost like meeting a different person each time. He had heard the words ‘delightfully mad’ a fair few times in his life. The other mans words made Rowan grin excitedly and he backed off a little, slipping off his own shirt and dropping it into his hallway. He stopped at the rather flamboyantly decorated bar in his living room and drank from an equally flamboyant looking golden goblet. He licked his blood stained lips and dropped it with a clatter back on the side before continuing his way back up the corridor. “Come come come,” He quickly chimed, gesturing with his finger before using his hands to slide off his belt and drop that haphazardly into the corridor as well before pushing through the door to his bedroom, which quite frankly looked a hundred peacocks had decorated it, it was so full of jewelled tones and fabrics.

He chuckled and if the other thought he was putting him off he was out of luck. “Maybe next time though that does sound fun.” He smirked and looked at the other as they walked. 

It was clear the other was a bit off, but Maleko didn’t mind. The crazy ones were always best in the sack. And he didn’t get any truly dangerous vibes from the other and his instincts were pretty good with that. He looked around as the entered the other’s suite and he had to admit he liked the man’s style. His own wasn’t quite so flashy but just as haphazard as most of his decoration was stuff he had tricked people out of or outright stolen. He noted the way the other stopped for a drink and wondered if he was fueling up. Then he followed the other’s trail of clothes as they made it to the bedroom. “now this a room to fuck in.” He made a whistling sound. “Fuck like a king that it.” He stripped out of the rest of his clothes and kicked them carelessly out of the way and hopped onto the bed. “Fuck that feel nice.” He winked at the other. “Know what’ll feel better?” 

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“Isn’t it?” Rowan agreed with delight. A lot of people were as put off by his style as they were by Rowan as a person, so it was nice to find someone who seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. The mershark watched as Maleko collapsed onto the silk sheets of his bed. The man really did look wonderful naked. It was just a shame he was claimed... Rowan couldn’t help but to wonder what the inside of his mind looked like, too.

“What will feel better?” Rowan asked as he undid his own belt and shimmied his pants and underwear down to his ankles before stepping out of them, leaving him naked too. He felt giddily happy in that moment and it caused him to look briefly towards the clocks on the wall, a startling amount of them, all ticking away steadily. Their tick meant that no glamour present. Good.

[thenekosimon]

Enter, no Exit

Simon walked the steps into the undercroft a smile on his face. He had no idea what he was walking into, but he knew it was an adventure none the less. He gave a small wave to a few slaves, but simply nodded when they gave him off looks. It seemed not everyone was pleased to be here. Though one to not let it bring him down Simon walked over to the first person closest to him. “Hello. I’m Simon. Do you know when lunch is? And what do we get? I’m hungry from my trip. It was long and unfortunately there’s no trip food.”

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“I imagine it will be some sort of poorly sourced slop that gives you just about enough nutrients to keep you alive but not enough energy to fight back.” Rowan smiled from where long legs were sprawled out across one of the sofas. He had been observing for a little while now, for no other reason than he was bored and needed some stimulation. “My name is Rowan.”

The mershark stood to approach the boy, “What are you?” He asked, giving him a pronounced sniff. “Some form of cat.”

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The mans desperation seemed silly to Rowan, he could just fetch him some more water, what was all the fuss about? Then again Rowan had always been privileged enough not to be enslaved or desperate for anything and his mind didn’t exactly compute the same way as others. The mersharks brow furrowed. He wasn’t aware that all of the slaves had been caged, then again, this practising situation probably bode well for him. He wondered for a moment whether to give his real name, should it make the foundations of his glamour quiver, but he trusted his abilities enough to believe in its strength. “Rowan Audley.” He spoke confidently, one of his many alias’ would have slipped easily from his tongue, but this would test it for certain. “What might your name be?” He already knew it.

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The vampire’s name echoed in his ears for a moment and then gave him a small smile, “Well, thank you Rowan. I know you didn’t have to set me free but, I do appreciate it.” he said as he held onto the cup and then looked back up at the other as he tried to get up and be eye level with him. “Njord,” he breathed.

He couldn’t help but feel like he knew the other but, it was highly unlikely. It was like his body new something that he didn’t, it was both unsettling and foolish at the same time. “So, what do I owe you for coming to my rescue?” he asked Rowan.

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Rowan decided to offer his hand to the man in that moment to help him to his feet. He seemed unsteady and in much worse condition than most of the other slaves he had passed on the way here. Not that he was ever really an advocate for the rights of the slaves, but still. “Nothing really,” Rowan responded indecisively, but I suppose if glamouring away a large portion of your memory deserves a reward, then I can think of something... “Where did you come from?” Rowan decided to ask instead, his eyes now surveying the hand he currently held inside of his own before letting it drop. “Come, you can tell me on the journey.” Rowan tossed the keys at the guard and walked a small distance. “You do want some time away from this, don’t you?”

[varcolax]

the doctor is out

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Rowan watched as Lovell’s gaze made its way up his body, only to be followed by the feeling of his hand on his thigh, “Why wouldn’t I be interested?” He asked. It was true, Rowan used most people as a temporary alternative to Tiberius. He would purposefully choose men with dark hair and olive skin that momentarily appeased him, but ultimately they would mean little else. He did however, always find Lovell to be quite endearing in the way that he thought. They had been like minded the pair of them, Lovell had always seemed to understand things that Tiberius had struggled with and he wouldn’t question him when he did something he immoral. Of course the physical aspect of him was appealing too. “You do look happier,” Rowan’s fingers grazed the tops of Lovell’s, it was nice to have someone of what he called his most vibrant era back in his life, “Why did you look so sad before?”

Lovell was someone who tended to reject any emotion that came close to sadness. It was something he had learned to do from an early age, but Rowan was observant and he had seen Lovell through a good few years of his life. They had spent some good times together.

“Did I?” he asked out loud again and asked himself. The aftermath of the Fae Battle had him taking on some punishments of his own, but apart from some loss of face, it was not that big of a deal. It was what he had to dish out on his slave that had shaken him somewhat. It had been an accident and now Artagan was doing anything he could to avoid him. “I guess one of my slaves has been moody lately and it’s really annoying,” Lovell mumbled. 

“But I don’t need to think about that now that you’re here!” His mood changed quickly, wanting to slide right past any negative feelings so that he could focus on the gorgeous blonde in front of him. He turned his hand and caught Rowan’s fingers with his own. “What say we get out of here and do some proper catching up?”

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Rowan was just about to ask about Lovell’s slave when the man changed the subject. He was curious as to what type of creature he would have picked and how he interacted with them, but it seemed those curiosities would have to wait until later. For now, Rowan was happy to have Lovell’s attention to himself. The pair seemed to have a dangerously close ability when it came to being able to change their moods at the drop of a hat. It was one of the reasons, especially in the last few years they had all been together, that Tiberius had felt separated and further away from Rowan than ever before. He wasn’t as unpredictable as either of them, nor as set on hiding away from all negative emotion.

Rowans fingers tangled with Lovell’s as he stood, “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” He could step in closer now and peck Lovell’s lips with a short kiss, “You decide where we go.” He told him, but had already started weaving the pair back out of the strip club.

[masonxthatcher]

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Beneath all the uncertainty, there was a lot of vulnerability there that made the boy a very viable candidate to be Rowan’s newest project. He just had to figure out a way of getting around the pesky fact that he had a Master that might not enjoy his new pet being tampered with.

Rowan took the slaves hand and squeezed it, leading him like an unsure dog, close to his side and along the corridor. “Of course I do,” The mershark answered simply, he liked hearing about people’s lives, they were like living storybooks he could rewrite. “It’s not very far. Then you can tell me everything you want to tell me.” Rowan smiled and continued to walk at the humans pace until they reached his suite that had been newly renovated from the damage the battle had caused. The furniture was all set up, but there were still boxes on the floor that hadn’t been unpacked. Most of the fabrics in the suite were flamboyant jewel colours and the items that had been unpacked were equally quirky.

“Would you like a drink?” Rowan drew the boy in close then, humming softly as his fingers found his hair again, his smelt as delicious as he looked.

Mason didn’t quite know why he had agreed to spending some more time with the vampire, but perhaps it was because attention was something that was very lacking for him at the moment. His master was a bit of a psycho and he hadn’t actually spent much time with him anyway.

“Honestly.. there’s not much to tell,” Mason muttered as he walked along beside the vampire, not really knowing whether he should go into any detail about his life in the boarding schools or the police force as he got older. Once they reached the vampire’s suite, Mason glanced around to take in the sight. It was certainly.. colourful.. in comparison to Kalani’s suite.

After a moment he found himself being pulled against Rowan’s frame, his eyebrows raising slightly at the question and the close proximity, but oddly enough, Mason didn’t actually mind. “Uh.. sure, yeah, you got any jack and coke?”

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Rowan didn’t seem to notice how uncomfortable Mason seemed in the slightest and when the boys suggestion came he nodded. “Certainly,” The mershark pulled away from his grasp on Mason to move around the other side of the bar in his living room and pour out a rather strong Jack Daniels and coke. He got himself a drink, which was infused with blood and headed back towards his new project for the evening. “I don’t believe you when you say there’s not much to tell,” Rowan stated wth a smile as he pushed the drink into Mason’s hand, while he took the other one into his own and guided him towards a long sofa. He sat himself down and gestured for Mason to sit beside him, or wherever he wanted as long as it was in close proximity.

[nottheangel-raphael]

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“I was wondering whether you would leave the council on account of me,” Rowan’s lips curved into a wide smile. The councilman was just as beautiful as he had been the first time Rowan had set eyes on him, however he knew Raphael was more than aware of his own beauty and did not need to be reminded. “I have. And I’m going to pretend that you’re here explicitly for me and not to escape the mind-numbing drawl of your fellow Councilman,” The mersharks eyes had flickered downwards, fingers absently tidying the slightly lopsided collar of the other mans shirt before his eyes traveled down to his arm, “What the hell happened?” Rowan frowned, “You smell… new.”

“Oh, darling, of course I’m here explicitly for you. Especially since you’ve saved me from the mind-numbing drawl of the other councilment,” Raphael replied, his smile growing wider. In all honesty, he would gladly skip out on a council meeting for Rowan’s sake; the mershark was excellent fun, and incredibly gorgeous to boot. He stood tall as the other man adjusted his clothing, his brows raising while his own gaze followed Rowan’s down to his currently useless arm dangling at his side. “Mm, had my arm eaten by my dragon slave during the war,” he commented with a small shrug, “It’ll be fine.” He hoped. Raph had been speaking of his injury in a rather casual light when asked of it, but in truth, it was far from a minor scrape or broken bone. And the fact that it would take a while to properly heal had the demon quite unsettled. He just refused to show such concern around most other vampires in the castle in fear of appearing weaker. “Anyways,” the councilman cleared his throat and met the other’s gaze again, “How have you been, Rowan? Been up to anything interesting?” 

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The only issue with Rowan, was that it was sometimes like meeting an entirely different person at every interaction. But it seemed that Raphael had made a good enough impression in Rowan’s past that he hadn’t felt the need to glamour over any of those memories involving the Councilman and somehow they hadn’t been corrupted by everything else Rowan tampered with inside his own mind. “Why did you let him do that?” Rowan asked, as if it could be a possibility that it was planned, but no one was crazy enough to do that... maybe except Rowan. “All manner of things.” The mershark declared cheerfully, “I still have a living to make, after all.” It wasn’t strictly true, since Rowan’s fees were incredibly high, but he did enjoy his work. “Maybe we should catch up properly. When your meeting is out, of course.” Rowan grinned. “A drink, perhaps?”

[garethbradbury]

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Rowan didn’t want to be perceived as someone who cornered people in the corridors for sex, but when it came to Titus, Rowan perhaps had a little trouble acknowledging the fact that the man was no longer his despite the length of their time away from one another. He also provided Rowan with what he needed when it came to missing his past lover Tiberius. His dark hair and beautiful olive skin was enough to quell that for the time being.

The firmness of Titus’ kiss made Rowan smile against his lips, his fingers tightening momentarily around the fabric of the slaves shirt before he released him. “Of course they did, it’s my suite.” Rowan responded cheerfully, as if the castle weren’t sick of him disappearing without warning and then demanding the same suite back like a petulant child when he returned, only to entirely forget the way he had behaved a few hours later due to one of his many glamours. Rowan didn’t keep bad memories for long. He took Titus’ hand and led him back through the corridors. It was lucky that his suite wasn’t too far and that the damaged that had been caused during the battle had been fixed. When they arrived he shut the door behind them and slipped both arms around Titus’ waist to curl himself close to him, tucking his face into his neck and inhaling his scent.

Titus had gotten used to Rowan’s little quirks when he’d been claimed by the man, so there wasn’t a lot that surprised him too much.  It was part of the reason that it hadn’t been a shock that it was the master who had so boldly approached him and been so familiar.  Titus smirked a little bit into the kiss, giving his old master a small squeeze before they parted, an amused laugh escaping him.

“Of course, why would I have thought any differently?”  Personally, the witch always enjoyed Rowan’s comings and goings because it made things more interesting sometimes, but he wasn’t sure others would agree with him.  Titus accepted Rowan’s hand and allowed himself to be pulled through the castle, though he already knew well enough where the older man’s suite was.  Once they were inside and the older man stepped closer, Titus instinctively wrapped his arms around him in return, letting Rowan take the lead in that moment.  “You can’t have missed me that much.”  The witch teased, slowly rocking them from one side to the other.

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Rowan’s suite was almost as quirky as the man himself. It was very flamboyantly decorated, with lots of jewel colours and strange trinkets and instruments scattered around. Some boxes remained unpacked while other areas looked like he had lived there for years. You could also find the odd cat or two on occasion. “Why’s that?” Rowan asked against Titus’ neck as he let the man gently rock the pair of them from side to side. It was a soothing motion and Rowan pressed his lips into the tanned skin of Titus’ neck, his tongue sneaking out to run against the flesh. He hummed softly and wanted to taste him properly, but instead he pulled back to see the other mans face. “Have I not given you a good enough reception?” Rowan asked In a hushed tone. His fingers tangled in Titus’ shirt, pushing it upwards but then sinking to his knees, pressing his lips to the exposed skin of his navel and nipping.

[familiar-finn]

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Rowan hissed loudly as flames engulfed his hand. He instantly let go of the boys throat as pain ripped through his hand and dropped him to the floor with very little regard. When the flames subsided the skin almost seemed to sizzle on the surface, the stench of burning flesh in the air of the battleground. “You’re just as much of a little bastard as you always were.” Rowan hissed, using his other hand now to backhand the slave across the face. The skin started to knit back together as quickly as it had started to melt off the surface, their abilities seeming so in sync that every time they would hurt each other, they would bounce back in equal measure. The wound in Rowan’s abdomen was starting to heal too, but he knew he needed the safety of the water soon. He kicked the blade on the floor away from Finn to stop him retrieving it, “You wont win this. The Fae will be back in chains before you know it and you’ll be even worse off than you are now. Do you have a Master, boy? I’m sure we can find you one if you don’t.”

Finn’s lips curled into the most satisfied grin at Rowan’s pain. He inhaled sharply, breathing in the smoke and seared flesh like it was his favorite meal being made in the kitchen. “Aw, shark boy,” he cooed, pressing a hand over his heart as he met the other’s gaze once again, “You flatter me – oof!” The demon grunted, his head snapping to the side from the force of Rowan’s hit. He watched his weapon get tossed away as he reset his jaw, starting at it for a second as he briefly considered taking a dive for it. He quickly reconsidered; he could easily fight a mershark with his bare hands. “I think you’ll be the one back in chains,” Finn retorted, launching himself at Rowan with one hand around his throat. The two of them toppled back with Finn immediately straddling the other’s waist, his hand squeezing a little tighter against his windpipe. “I don’t need a master. I just need you to fuckin’ die.” 

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Rowan’s body hit the floor with a resounding smack as the force of Finn’s tackle brought them both to the ground. The mershark barked a laugh, “I’ve been alive for three thousand years and for three thousand years the Fae have been afraid. They’re no different now. And neither are you.” Rowan made a choked noise as the blondes hands clasped firmly around his throat and squeezed. He reached his hands up, caring very little for the pretty picture he would be ruining as he sunk his nails into Finn’s skin and dragged them across his face, not missing the opportunity to try and dig his fingers into the boys eyes while he was at it. Fangs extended from his gums on instinct, his hands only stopping at their attempt to blind Finn to wrench his hands away from his throat to throw him off of him.

[astarburntout]

He had his fair share of being paraded and shown on display by his captors, as if he was some sort of oddity to be gawked and poked at, prior to arriving at the castle. So it shouldn’t had bothered him much when the same kind of attention was present even, here. But the demon was feeling rather cranky, his wings(hidden at the moment of course) were hurting again and the new, advanced collar which were strapped around his neck earlier had been causing him nothing but discomfort. He would rather be left alone, but as he leaned back against one of the couches in the common room and trying (more like pretending) to catch up on sleep, he could feel a set of eyes nearby piercing him to the core. When it was obvious that they won’t budge anytime soon, Regulus let out a heavy sigh before muttering out somewhat irritably. “Do you normally stare at others when they’re trying to sleep, you lil’ pervert?”

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“Sometimes. It depends what mood I’m in.” Rowan replied with a more than cheerful smile. He didn’t seem to notice that leering at someone while they were sleeping was incredibly unsettling and strange and instead was focusing on all the different ways he wanted to interact with this man. “What’s your name?” The mershark asked. There was a small likelihood that he would remember it unless the man made himself memorable, but that was Rowan’s trouble, not his. The mersharks did not stop with the glamouring of others, though it was what has gained him his fortune and reputation. He had learnt to glamour his own mind to great complexity, with almost as much skill as he did with the minds of others. To change his memories into something much more pleasing, to build levels upon levels of new memories, better memories. Over so many thousands of years, it had caused some... issues. He very seldom retained information. “My name is Rowan.” He told him before the man could even ask.

[ilovetvshowscharacters]

Aaron Tveit attends the 73rd Annual Tony Awards at Radio City Music Hall on June 09, 2019, in New York City.

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The mans words brought a smile to Rowan’s lips. Minds did work best when they were open. It was something that made Rowan’s job all the more satisfying, when an open mind came to him, wanting a glamour, wanting something changed or exaggerated, removed entirely or creating something of all different magnitudes completely from scratch. Closed minds were more difficult, but not impossible, no mind was impossible for Rowan. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“I suppose not.” A small amount of amusement worked its way back into Rowan’s eyes, but he liked to make it clear who was ultimately in control. “Alright. But I don’t want to be swinging from anything, I like the circus but I don’t want to be a part of it tonight,” Rowan put the keys into the lock as they reached his door, “I don’t expect any bathroom antics or you can clean it and me up yourself.” Rowan pushed through the door. He want really sure what he was in the mood for just yet. “Apart from that we can how we go,” Rowan’s voice had softened dramatically then as he shut the door and moved in closer to the man, tangling his fingers into his shirt until he could finally tug it upwards. He made a small noise of barely controlled delight as he ran his fingers over the muscles.

Maleko had found pushing was generally the best strategy as you rarely got things you didn’t ask for. Of course he had to be a little careful with vampires, but the tactic was still tried and true. So he wasn’t all that upset when the other didn’t agree to let him do whatever he wanted. He understood wanting to give up some control, but not all of it. He laughed as the other had some very specific ideas of what he wasn’t tolerating. “You would look pretty hanging around though I see your point. Never did like the circus. Clowns are kinda creepy.” He smiled as the other then commented on the bathroom stuff. He honestly did like a bit of water sports no better way to mark someone as filling them with your cum and then covering them with your scent, but he could understand the other’s reluctance. “I don’t mind cleaning up after myself.” He teased. 

Walking into the other’s suite had Maleko smiling as the vampire’s fingers immediately found their way to his shirt. He helped the other remove it and smiled. “Oh you like he muscles huh?” He flexed just a bit not really showing off just letting the other get the full impact of the body he worked so hard to maintain. “How about we start with that. Get ya naked and let ya properly worship all this.” 

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In all honesty, Maleko probably wasn’t wrong to ask for things. He was dealing with someone who could change his mood and his preferences at the drop of a hat and would most likely do just that several times during their meeting. “Alright, well then you can clean it up yourself. With your tongue.” Rowan had no intentions of watching him do that, but it still stood. The vampire smiled, pleased with his decision until finally they reached his suite and he could get his hands on the slave with the beautiful body and the beautiful hair again.

When the material of Maleko’s shirt was gone Rowan hummed in great satisfaction, running his fingers delightedly over the muscles Maleko purposefully flexed in front of him. “When the mood strikes me,” He answered distractedly as he wet his bottom lip with his tongue. His preferences were as scatty as his mind and it was what made meeting Rowan almost like meeting a different person each time. He had heard the words ‘delightfully mad’ a fair few times in his life. The other mans words made Rowan grin excitedly and he backed off a little, slipping off his own shirt and dropping it into his hallway. He stopped at the rather flamboyantly decorated bar in his living room and drank from an equally flamboyant looking golden goblet. He licked his blood stained lips and dropped it with a clatter back on the side before continuing his way back up the corridor. “Come come come,” He quickly chimed, gesturing with his finger before using his hands to slide off his belt and drop that haphazardly into the corridor as well before pushing through the door to his bedroom, which quite frankly looked a hundred peacocks had decorated it, it was so full of jewelled tones and fabrics.

[familiar-finn]

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“And what was that? I did exactly what you expected me to do. Betray you all.” Rowan smiled. They boy moved at such a speed it was as if he were a blur, but a Rowan could match that speed and he pushed himself backwards as the blade swung. It sliced at the skin of his abdomen however, creating another gush of blood from the already seeping wound. The mershark hissed, darting forwards to grasp Finn’s wrist that wielded the blade and drive him into the closest wall. The brick work shuddered and began to crumble beneath the force and Rowan pinned the blondes wrist against the rock, driving his knee into his gut three times over before finally winding his free hand around his throat. “It’s a shame you’re like this. You’re actually quite pretty.” He hissed.

Finn barely had a chance to slice at Rowan again before he was being countered. His blade clattered to the ground from Rowan’s grip. The mershark’s speed and timing was equal to his own, and he took every slam and hit with pained grunts. He gasped sharply and grabbed at Rowan’s hand around his throat, glaring at him with gritted teeth. He could already feel any injuries sustained from the other man’s attack repairing themselves within seconds. “You flatter me,” he said through his teeth, lips curling into a wry grin. “I could say the exact same thing about you. Although…” The blue in his eyes took on an eerie glow, almost like fire swirling against the blackness. “I do think I’m much hotter.” Blue flames ignited suddenly around his hand holding the mershark’s wrist, burning his skin. 

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Rowan hissed loudly as flames engulfed his hand. He instantly let go of the boys throat as pain ripped through his hand and dropped him to the floor with very little regard. When the flames subsided the skin almost seemed to sizzle on the surface, the stench of burning flesh in the air of the battleground. “You’re just as much of a little bastard as you always were.” Rowan hissed, using his other hand now to backhand the slave across the face. The skin started to knit back together as quickly as it had started to melt off the surface, their abilities seeming so in sync that every time they would hurt each other, they would bounce back in equal measure. The wound in Rowan’s abdomen was starting to heal too, but he knew he needed the safety of the water soon. He kicked the blade on the floor away from Finn to stop him retrieving it, “You wont win this. The Fae will be back in chains before you know it and you’ll be even worse off than you are now. Do you have a Master, boy? I’m sure we can find you one if you don’t.”

[varcolax]

the doctor is out

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“Why’s that?” Rowan asked. It fitted in with a lot of Rowan’s interests. He enjoyed sex and he didn’t have any particularly strong feelings when it came to the enslavement of the inferior species, however, Lovell was of course still under the impression that Tiberius was still a permenant part of his life.

The mershark laughed softly, “No, Tiberius isn’t here. He’s probably off being frightfully boring somewhere, he wouldn’t dare step foot in a place like this,” Rowan spoke flippantly, as if he wasn’t speaking about the love of his very long life. “What do I need him when I have you?” Rowan grinned, moving himself to sit on the stage just in front of where Lovell sat. He could have sat in his lap, but he was holding himself back. He stretched out his legs, dressed in an admittedly very flamboyant red suite. “Why are you here, anyway? Any why are you so sad?”

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“The world is very big and this castle isn’t,” the varcolac replied with a shrug. Then again, Krovs catered to very specific tastes and Rowan was always one for such tastes. 

Lovell’s eyes traced their way up Rowan’s body when the vampire decided to move in front of him and block his view. It was no big loss seeing as Rowan was a very good-looking man himself. “Oh, Rowan. I didn’t even know you were interested.” The doctor batted his eyes at the other master and reached a hand out to place it on Rowan’s thigh. “Do I look sad? Surely I look much happier now that you’re here.”

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Rowan watched as Lovell’s gaze made its way up his body, only to be followed by the feeling of his hand on his thigh, “Why wouldn’t I be interested?” He asked. It was true, Rowan used most people as a temporary alternative to Tiberius. He would purposefully choose men with dark hair and olive skin that momentarily appeased him, but ultimately they would mean little else. He did however, always find Lovell to be quite endearing in the way that he thought. They had been like minded the pair of them, Lovell had always seemed to understand things that Tiberius had struggled with and he wouldn’t question him when he did something he immoral. Of course the physical aspect of him was appealing too. “You do look happier,” Rowan’s fingers grazed the tops of Lovell’s, it was nice to have someone of what he called his most vibrant era back in his life, “Why did you look so sad before?”

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“I suppose they did.” Rowan agreed absently. It was true that his family had picked him up out of abandonment, but he had spent a large amount of time there after with the rest of the Fae kingdom scared of what he was and suspicious of what he might do. It didn’t matter what his mother and father said to convince them of his nature, he would always be the vampire they were terrified would grow into a predator, the half-merman they didn’t want taunting their waters. They did everything they could to subdue his abilities, to hide from him what he truly was, until he left and years later gave them what they deserved. It was sad that even humans had more open-minds than the Fae. “The Fae are close minded, all they see are themselves.” He told him, his fingers having wandered to the exposed skin of the slaves chest.

“It’s a no whenever I say it’s a no.” There was a sudden snappiness to the mans tone, but it softened as quickly as it had come and he twisted his fingers momentarily around the material of Maleko’s shirt to tug him forwards, before letting him go and turning around to walk. “We can discuss as we walk back…He murmured, “Come.” He held out his hand this time, “Why don’t you start by telling me what you would like to do. Then I can tell you whether or not I like it.” Rowan smiled, he was partly teasing, but at the same time he liked to have some form of control.

Maleko wasn’t the best when it came to the emotional stuff, but even he managed to look sympathethic when the other spoke of the Fae being closed minded. Many a species weren’t known for their open mindedness especially the species that lived neigh to forever. It gave them millennia to decide what they believed and of course with that many years to invest in one’s beliefs it didn’t leave much room for anything or anyone else. He’d been fortunate with him parents they really had been good people and in his way he loved them and appreciated them, but he knew he’d been fortunate and he was willing to bet the vampire in front of him hadn’t been quite so lucky. “What a sad way to live. I’ve always thought minds are kinda like parachutes they work best when open.” He smiled as he watched the other’s fingers. 

Then he gave a cheeky unrepentant smile as the other snapped at him. Maleko didn’t mind he had pushed and the other had pushed back. “I’ll be nice. But you can’t blame a guy for trying can you.” He smiled as he was tugged forward and followed easily enough. “Well I guess it largely depends on what your into. But right now I’m picturing you naked, tied to something sturdy while I tease you until you beg me to fuck you. And maybe a little pain to soften you up to begging properly.” 

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The mans words brought a smile to Rowan’s lips. Minds did work best when they were open. It was something that made Rowan’s job all the more satisfying, when an open mind came to him, wanting a glamour, wanting something changed or exaggerated, removed entirely or creating something of all different magnitudes completely from scratch. Closed minds were more difficult, but not impossible, no mind was impossible for Rowan. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“I suppose not.” A small amount of amusement worked its way back into Rowan’s eyes, but he liked to make it clear who was ultimately in control. “Alright. But I don’t want to be swinging from anything, I like the circus but I don’t want to be a part of it tonight,” Rowan put the keys into the lock as they reached his door, “I don’t expect any bathroom antics or you can clean it and me up yourself.” Rowan pushed through the door. He want really sure what he was in the mood for just yet. “Apart from that we can how we go,” Rowan’s voice had softened dramatically then as he shut the door and moved in closer to the man, tangling his fingers into his shirt until he could finally tug it upwards. He made a small noise of barely controlled delight as he ran his fingers over the muscles.

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Rowan leant in slightly further to ease the mans struggle. When he finally found his relief guzzling the water, Rowan stepped back to watch him for a moment. He didn’t recognise him. The glamour was still strong. He gestured to a guard then and took the keys from him. With that, he crouched down in front of the cage, “How long have you been here?” Rowan asked, “Why are you being treated with such extreme measures?”

As he chugged the water down, he could feel his strength return to him slowly. His hands gripped the cup as if they would take away from him, he heard the chime of the keys and looked up. “Uh, since the collars stopped working?” he questioned as he crawled his way out of the cage and sat on the floor by the entrance. “I-I’m not sure, all I remember was the collars going off and next thing I knew I was here.” he cleared his throat. “Who are you?” he asked the other as he looked back up.

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The mans desperation seemed silly to Rowan, he could just fetch him some more water, what was all the fuss about? Then again Rowan had always been privileged enough not to be enslaved or desperate for anything and his mind didn’t exactly compute the same way as others. The mersharks brow furrowed. He wasn’t aware that all of the slaves had been caged, then again, this practising situation probably bode well for him. He wondered for a moment whether to give his real name, should it make the foundations of his glamour quiver, but he trusted his abilities enough to believe in its strength. “Rowan Audley.” He spoke confidently, one of his many alias’ would have slipped easily from his tongue, but this would test it for certain. “What might your name be?” He already knew it.

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Rowan was good at making people open up to him. It was part of what made him so successful at what he did. That, and the fact that he was half merman gave him a certain natural allure that drew people to him. He listened with carefully trained eyes and when Mason stopped talking, so did the fingers playing in the boys hair. “Then… perhaps we could change that memory,” Rowan mused, he was sure he would get into copious amounts of trouble if he were to mess with the boys mind without his Masters permission, but the idea was as tempting as ever. It was like a new plaything, a new blank story board to create. Not that Rowan particularly cared about upsetting whoever this man was that owned the boy, but he did like it at Krov’s, he had been at the castle on and off since it’s creation and he didn’t want to lose his sanctuary.

“Would you like to come back to my suite with me for a little while? You can tell me more, away from prying eyes.” Rowan suggested, and he genuinely was interested in hearing about this boys broken little mind— though he’d heard considerably worse in his three thousand years. He brushed his thumb over Mason’s cheekbone before offering it out for him to take, “Come on. Let’s go and talk.”

As much as Mason probably should’ve just told the master to fuck off and leave him alone, there was something that just drew him in.. and he found himself quite enjoying the vampire’s attention. For some reason he was actually talking to him about his past, which was a rare thing for Mason to talk about so openly. “Maybe..” Mason murmured softly, not quite sure how he felt about changing any of his memories, or whether he should even trust the vampire.. but he somehow felt like he could.

“I.. sure, yeah,” he agreed, softly clearing his throat as he felt Rowan’s thumb against his cheekbone. “Do you really want to hear more?” He asked, eyebrow raising slightly before taking the vampire’s hand.

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Beneath all the uncertainty, there was a lot of vulnerability there that made the boy a very viable candidate to be Rowan’s newest project. He just had to figure out a way of getting around the pesky fact that he had a Master that might not enjoy his new pet being tampered with.

Rowan took the slaves hand and squeezed it, leading him like an unsure dog, close to his side and along the corridor. “Of course I do,” The mershark answered simply, he liked hearing about people’s lives, they were like living storybooks he could rewrite. “It’s not very far. Then you can tell me everything you want to tell me.” Rowan smiled and continued to walk at the humans pace until they reached his suite that had been newly renovated from the damage the battle had caused. The furniture was all set up, but there were still boxes on the floor that hadn’t been unpacked. Most of the fabrics in the suite were flamboyant jewel colours and the items that had been unpacked were equally quirky.

“Would you like a drink?” Rowan drew the boy in close then, humming softly as his fingers found his hair again, his smelt as delicious as he looked.