#adrasia1

[runeawakening]

@adrasian

Rune was angry, and for once he could actually feel it. He didn't have the capacity to sit and wonder if it was real anger or just the possessiveness inside of him seething from his property being taken away, he just sat in it, literally. He looked disheveled on the cot he was on, sitting on the edge and gripping it like he wanted to snap it in half. He was only gripping it so tight to keep himself from tearing his arms open, there were already quite a few scratches that had stopped bleeding by now, and it was either that or hurting the next closest person. Neither would lead to fixing what the dragon needed.

Anyone who stepped to close got growled at, fangs flashed, a rasped out threat and a head jerk towards them. He was on edge, he felt like fire, his dick ached, and he actually fucking missed that damned ghost. Well, maybe it was his dick that missed him, but in the throes of heat, he did not care to differentiate.

He seemed to have gotten his point across to most of the slaves in the Undercroft, which was why he was especially annoyed when his ears perked at the sound of new footsteps approaching. "Get closer and regret it," He growled, eyes darting up to watch him through messy hair stuck to his forehead. He paused, a second of recognition making him more rational. This was Roland's pet, the one he very clearly told him he had to play nice with. His upper lip curled into a snarl out of annoyance, "Ain't no angel wanna' be near me right now, handsome. Tread carefully."

[nicotine-noah]

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Dancing was fun at the best of times but it was even more fun with all the drugs and booze coursing through Noah's veins. He'd long ago lost track of everything he'd taken, just relishing in the fact that he could take things at all and finally be messed up enough for that undercurrent of anger he always had to go away for a while. He absolutely intended to get as fucked up as possible but he wasn't yet at the point where he couldn't remember anything (though he was very much aiming to get there). He was feeling pretty damn good, though, crushed in among the other dancing bodies, the bass thrumming in his chest and his head spinning just enough to make it amazing. All the exposed skin from his costume made it even better, as someone's hand trailed over his hip and someone else's lips touched his neck. The name of this bar was accurate as hell because euphoria was definitely what Noah was feeling right now.

He actually did need a break, though, as much as it felt like he could've kept dancing forever. Noah also needed another drink. He managed to make his way to the edge of the dance floor and stumble his way free of the crush of bodies only to bump into someone, spin, and trip falling sideways into a booth. He landed on his back, arm banging off the table which stung brightly for a moment before he burst out laughing at how ridiculous that was. Well, at least he was sitting down now. Hauling himself into a sitting position he blinked as he noticed there was already someone in the booth and across from him. "Hey." He grinned, squinting and not recognizing the person. "Some fall, huh? My ears crooked?" He reached up to adjust the ears on their headband, unknowingly making them a lot more crooked than they had been and laughing again. The guy seemed familiar and Noah dropped his hand from the headband, turning to face him properly. His ears were ringing from the music and his vision was a little blurry but the face finally came to him and he slapped the table as he remembered. "You're the pushy angel!" Far from sounding offended by that, Noah was delighted he'd remembered. "You drinkin' vodka?" He leaned across and grabbed Adrasia's glass (after a couple failed attempts) and took a sip, making a face and nearly spitting it back out. "Water? The fuck kinda bullshit is this?" He put the glass back down, clearly disgusted, and enthusiastically waved over a waiter. "Hey! Yeah, we need shots like now. Like...four shots of..." he squinted at Adrasia again, trying to think of something fun but it was kind of hard to think at all. "...tequila! Lime and salt too."

[theguardianofembrace]

Ric’s first few days in the Undercroft didn’t necessarily go bad, per se. He guessed things could have been much worse, judging from the stories whispered by the other slaves, but that did little to improve his sour mood. For starters, the fact that he couldn’t even go outside to take a breath of fresh air was starting to turn him a bit stir-crazy—he had grown up in a giant villa surrounded by fields and woods, after all, and he was used to being outside from dawn to dusk to work—and the constant threat of becoming a master’s chew toy until he had nothing left to give them induced quite a lot of anxiety in him. But the thing that made him really suffer was the constant uncertainties buzzing in his mind like a swarm of bees. He didn’t know what his life would be like from that moment on, but most importantly, he had no idea what happened to the people he loved. Amara, Juno, and Ouranos. Their pain, their suffering, and their blood were on his hands, and he didn’t quite know how to survive with that knowledge. 

But he knew he had to find a way; he had vowed to do that to the celestial that had saved his life in more ways than he could express with words. So he tried to make things better—if not for himself, at least for somebody else—with every small means that was available to him.

Which is why, when an unfamiliar figure entered the Undercroft, Ric gawked at him curiously. The half-witch immediately noticed how he wasn’t dressed like the other men that resided in that dark place; furthermore, the collar he wore looked different from the ones the Italian was familiar with. He didn’t know what those details meant, but it hardly mattered to him. “Hey, are you new here?” He asked with a soft and warm voice, approaching the long-haired man without directly invading his personal space. “I’m Ric, nice to meet you! Are you okay? Do you need some help?” He asked, with a nervous and yet determinate energy. Talking to strangers still made him a bit uncomfortable, but the thought of being able to help a potential soul in need was all the motivation he needed to power through the uneasiness.

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