#anton spectral

[ozmontague-blog]

text: Please tell me the Watch is fucking joking with their investigations. Have you notified Spencer yet?

Text: I was sleeping with the girl so ... perhaps not completely out of line. However, they need to move on. I had nothing to do with her death.

Text: I did. I assure you.

@mr--antonspectral

[ozmontague-blog]

At the Priory || Anton x Oz

“You look like shit,” Anton stated bluntly as he arrived, taking the empty seat beside Oz.  After he received the text from his friend, Anton finished up his work and made his way over to the Priory.  He wondered what sort of news Oz had to share.

“Can I get the same?” he requested from the bartender before turning to Oz.  “So what’s going on?”

“Oh please stop with the flattery. You’ll have me blushing.” Oz deadpanned in the face of Anton’s teasing remarks. Then he smiled, just a flash before taking a sip of his drink. Looking over at Anton, his initial good intentions faded in the face of the Dominant’s presence. Admitting to failure was always a challenge for him and the Princess’ campaign against him felt a great deal like failure. “I was called into a meeting, this week, with the Princess. It did not go particularly well. A new edict has been issued, although she has called for minimal publicity and would prefer not to have to issue another decree.” Frankly, Oz felt this was a lie - that merely the Princess didn’t want to be bothered with a formal decree while at the same time building the case to strip him of his title.

@mr--antonspectral

[dommemaria]

Happy Holidays.

-A

[ozmontague-blog]

Happy holidays, Oz.

Cheers, Anton

[dommemaria]

Letting off Steam | Maria & Anton

Maria had been getting to the gym far later than usual after some busy days at work. But that didn’t mean she was going to skip a single workout. Not when it was the only way she could keep her mind clear on a daily basis. If she missed a workout, Maria had no doubt she’d end up with a different submissive tied up in her apartment every night of the week which was never something Celeste would approve of. So instead she made her way to the gym day after day. But the worst part of coming so late was she no longer overlapped with Anton’s own personal training and she found she missed his familiar face out in the gym.

Deciding to check in on the dominant, she made her way to his office after a particularly exhausting workout, her breath still labored and chest glistening with sweat as she knocked and peeked her head into the room. “Knock knock..”

@mr--antonspectral

[ozmontague-blog]

text: Mind if I pick your brain a bit, Oz? I've got a couple of questions and concerns about some recent events since my time away from Verona.

Text: I’m always happy to speak with you Anton. Do you wish for a more formal discussion or shall we simply have lunch and talk?

@mr--antonspectral

[ozmontague-blog]

[text] I trust you've heard the news by now. Let me know if there's any way I can help with Nox or the family, Oz.

Text: As always, your support is appreciated. When things cool a little, I’m sure Nox will appreciate the visit. 

@mr--antonspectral

[ozmontague-blog]

Happy Christmas, Oz.  Considering how much you probably drink, figured these might be useful.

Cheers,

Anton