Not an Angel

We've all been lost for most of this life Everywhere we turn more hatred surrounds us And I know that most of us just ain't right Following the wrong steps, being led by pride

[seraphinacastle]

A brick was thrown through Quint's front window. It says "he's ours" in thick marker

Quint had helped her get home. It had been a little awkward with her ankle – really the only way she could get anywhere was by clinging to the large wolf. Now they were back and it was throbbing painfully, though she had no idea what to do for it. To make it worse, Quint had taken one look at the brick and left – though she was sure it was with good reason. Reading what was written on it didn’t make much sense to her and without his sense of smell, she had no idea who it was about. Hopefully Baz was safe. 

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one-eyed-quint‌:

Quint tensed up when he saw Raph, his one eye blinking. Relief washed over him, but his blood also boiled more. He stayed still, head high and ears back as he glared down at Raph as she desperately explained what had happened. Someone had damaged his fucking property….his! Who hurt ya? He growled darkly, hackles raising.

“I don’t – I don’t know. I didn’t see anyone. Something exploded, I think. I don’t even remember the sound but... it looked like a mess.” Raph rubbed at her eyes tired, smearing some of the blood that was on her face. “I’ve just been trying to stay out of the way, mostly. And to get closer to home but I can’t go very fast.” She reached out to brush her fingers through her fur, still rather shaky. “Are you okay, Master?”

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one-eyed-quint‌:

To say Quint was furious was an understatement. His city was being attacked….fucking again. Once he got down from that death trap, Quint let himself go. His large, beastly form charged through the streets, attacking any rebels he could find to leave a trail of gore and death behind him. By the time things calmed down, Quint’s blood was still running hot. The battle scarred wolf stalked through the streets, double checking each entry to the city. He heard movement near him, his ears pinning back and a low dangerous snarl ripping through him as he waited for whoever was scampering around to show themselves.

Trying to get through the streets had been a struggle – she thought her ankle might be broken and her head felt heavy. It wasn’t quite as off as it had been that time in the markets but the blood drying on her face was a reminder that she’d hit her head. Or at least, something had hit her head. Half hobbling when things seemed quiet and hiding as best she could when almost anyone was nearby. She didn’t trust the attackers and she also didn’t want to find herself killed by someone who thought she was trying to escape. 

It was tempting to never leave Quint’s house again. She had been hiding when the wolf initially passed but had to change positions, everything aching far too much to stay so still. It was only when the wolf snarled that she tentatively peered out of her hiding place. Recognising Quint’s wolf form, she dragged herself out of position. “Master!” She was covered in dust, scrapes and a reasonable amount of blood on her face – tears eating tracks through both. 

Attempting to rise up, she didn’t even making it one step before crumbling to her knees again with a cry of pain. “It’s happening again, isn’t it?” She asked, “I’m sorry Master, one minute I was walking to the store and the next I was on the ground and I couldn’t figure out how to get home with everything happening – and my ankle. I tried to hide instead.” She babbled, with a hint of misery in her voice. At least Quint looked okay, although she wouldn’t have described him as okay lately. 

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Her head was swimming and everything was fuzzy. Raph didn’t remember how she’d gotten on the ground. Briefly and confusedly, she flashed back on the day at the markets and thought for a moment it was the same day. But her ears were ringing and when she blinked to make her vision a little clearer, dust was still dancing in the air around her. 

“Master?” She called, coughing a little on the dust she’d inhaled before remembering that Quint wasn’t with her. He hadn’t been often lately. Not that she was trying any less to please him but it had all been a little complicated. She felt the sting of Cyrus leaving too. Focusing on her fingers for a moment, she realised that they were dusty and somewhat bloody. Finally, looking around, her brain settled on the realisation this was another attack – and she wasn’t safely sequestered in Quint’s house this time. This time she’d been close to an explosion.

Was all the blood hers? She rolled over dizzily, glancing out at the city in time to see lights going off. A sparkling ripple that disappeared over the city. Her heart clenched. Unable to will herself up from her back, she rolled again to her front and tried to push herself up, staggering as she reached her feet. Everything ached, and she almost fell over again when she tried to put weight on her right ankle. It was the only spot she could pinpoint even though she knew it wasn’t her only injury. Swiping at her face brought back blood from her hairline and Raph couldn’t help a tiny whimper. 

Trying to take a step saw her collapse to her knees again and she cried out, “Hello? I need help! Please...” And hoped that whoever came was from the city and not someone invading. The last thing she needed was for anyone to think she was trying to escape.

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bazhart‌:

A little shiver of his own seems to follow another soft tug of those curls, and the familiar is rumbling his approval once again. “Think so? I don’t get that one too often.” He chuckles softly, readily returning kisses, rolling his hips up in the same instance he playfully pulls her down against him again. “Right where you are, Dove. I want ya to enjoy yourself~.”

“You’re always sweet to me, Baz.” She tells him, mewling softly as their bodies roll together. “Oh I will,” She promises, cheeks going hotter as she says softly, “Fuck me, Baz.” She seals their lips together in a kiss a moment later and somehow this feels like the most pure of all the times she’s had sex. It’s not n-enjoyable, even if it is different. 

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one-eyed-quint‌:

Quint chuckled softly, finishing up the shepherds pie and reaching for his beer. “Hmm….eager to be a cock warmer aint ya cutie?” He asked, smirking at the girl as she blushed at him. 

“Do you really have to ask?” She said playfully, though her cheeks were still pink. Raph kissed his cheek lightly, “Let me take care of you, Master. You work so hard, the least I can do is warm your cock while you’re finishing off your paperwork. I’ll keep out of the way. And maybe when you’re done, you can bend me over the desk, or fuck me out there in front of everyone. Whatever would help relieve the stress most.” Her hands moved, smoothing over his friend and kneading slightly, drifting further down as she eased herself out of his lap and down onto her knees. Looking up at him, she stripped out of her clothes first – he wouldn’t be looking at her under the desk but he’d know. Folding them, she tucked them out of the way before shuffling carefully backwards under the desk. Raph reached for his pants, parting her lips and licking the bottom one slowly.

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bazhart‌:

“Hey, it’s a good thing we’ve got nothing but time, mm? The familiar teases softly, playfully shooting the woman a wink just as she moves in. Nimble digits slide up to cradle Raph’s hips, to just as playfully guide her up and onto his lap. Another of his appreciative little rumbles still follows the delicate fingers that play in his hair; earning another boyish smile. Those same hands dance over her lower back, along the back of thighs– to play over folds. He leans to land another affectionate nip to a shoulder and chuckles, "I was only teasin’, dove. I just didn’t know I was still capable of bein’ a little nervous eh?”

A little shiver races through her as his hands wander, free hand slipping around his shoulders while the other continues to play with his curls. “You’re sweet.” She tells him, pressing their lips together for another brief moment, “How do you want me, Baz?” Raph almost purrs, giving another light tug on the strands between her fingers.

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one-eyed-quint‌:

Quint took a large bite of the food, humming softly as he savored the flavor as he held Raph close. “Wish ya could, doll…” He sighed, taking another bite and glancing at the woman. “Oh? What ya got in mind for a distraction?”

Her fingers kept kneading as he ate, humming a little when he looked up at her. “Well... I’m pretty sure there’s space enough for me under your desk, Master. I figure once I’ve filled your belly I really should give your cock some attention.” Raph blushed as she spoke, as always – somehow that never had gone away – but she was smiling and her tone was slightly sultry.

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one-eyed-quint‌:

Quint reached for a fork with a hum, a hand resting on the girl’s thigh. “Try to see if we can get slaves worth our while…that will make me feel better.” He chuckled. “Got a master that fuckin dropped off a broken chimera…sick of all these broken toys.”

Raph leaned against him a little more, one hand working at his neck while the other caressed his shoulder. She didn’t really know how to respond to him when the reality of it was that she didn’t blame anyone who didn’t react like she had. Gingerly, she kissed the side of his head, “I don’t think I can help all that much with that part, Master but I think I can distract you at least. Once you’re done with your lunch.”

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one-eyed-quint‌:

Quint heaved a sigh softly, eye closing as she scratched his hair. “Just bored is all…” He replied, reaching for his fork. “And annoyed…but I will get over it, cutie.” He wasnt sure if she knew how him being bored meant the threat of putting her back in the cells just to ‘spice up’ his life, but whatever. Long as she kept bringing him meals, he wouldnt complain.

It was probably a good thing she didn’t know the threat was there, since she would have been crushed by it happening - and the threat itself, while it lingered in her mind had been pushed aside as being silly, would have been upsetting too. Raph kept lightly scratching at his hairline, glancing at the fork when he lifted it. “Would you like a massage while you eat, Master?” She offered, wanting to (in a sense) pamper him.

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one-eyed-quint‌:

Quint leaned back a little when the woman put down the plate, smiling softly when he saw it was shepherds pie. It was still steaming, the mashed potatoes on the top perfectly brown and smelling amazing. He hummed softly, reaching to grab the girl to bring her down to his lap. Quint nuzzled the girl’s neck with a happy hum. “My girl…always treatin me right.”

Raph eagerly settled into his lap, beaming quietly when he hummed and praised her. She scratched lightly at his hairline at the base of his neck while he nuzzled her, a soft sound of happiness leaving her as well. “Of course, Master. And it’s not my place to really comment on whatever’s happening but... I do want to relieve any stress you have.” She phrased it as delicately as she could, smiling at him.

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one-eyed-quint‌:

Quint was finishing up some paperwork, ready to just go to the bar and drink. This mood wasnt lifing…and it just frustrated the wolf. And of course the drama with Adrian wasnt helping. He rubbed his face, heaving a sigh. Fuck maybe he should have a break….he looked up when he saw the girl. Well…at least he had Raph. He hummed softly, putting his pen down. “Oh?” He mused, arching a brow. “And what ya bring me?”

She carried over the plate, putting it (and cutlery) down on his desk and carefully peeling back the foil she’d used to trap the heat in to reveal something she’d made before for him that he’d seemed to like. Raph hadn’t wanted to take the chance on something new, just in case he didn’t like it. “It seemed like maybe you could do with a good meal, Master. And – some dessert. The stress relief kind...” Her cheeks got a little pink as usual but she knelt down beside his chair. “There’s more than enough space for me under your desk, after all Master.” She was watching him hopefully, worried he might not be pleased still.