#c;lazarus

[luptatorsvetovid]

    Svetoid was making the rounds-- when it came to notice that one of the slaves had either refused outside time for several days or had been denied it by some of the more vindictive ones on staff. He knew the other had a mouth on him, but Svet had never truly paid that close attention to what people say. People had said all kinds of things before fighting him in his fighting days; they rarely were accurate.

   So instead he approached the other, arms crossed over his chest, “Come.” He moved, only looking over his shoulder when he heard the other not following him. “If you don’t want to go outside, then stay, otherwise I’d follow.”

@ashandblcod​

[angelacuna]

   --It was rather unusual for Angel to worry about much; but not having seen Minho in weeks meant he was worried.

   The slave was seated on one of the various cots, pen in hand, twirling it around his fingers. He was caught up in his head and it hopefully didn’t read too obviously on his face. But there was very little that was keeping Angel wanting to stay alive; Minho was perhaps one of the more important reasons. When a shadow got closer, he looked up, catching eyes with someone he recognized as another slave. “If you’re looking for a sympathetic ear-- you choose the wrong person.”

@ashandblcod​

[friights-blog]

thegirlwhocouldbeanyone "Th--that's totally okay," he said roughly, still out of breath. "I just---I was not expecting that. At all." A nervous chuckle left his lips. "I've never been kissed before so.."

[friights-blog]

"What are you saying? Do not tell me we have to leave now because I am having the time of my fucking life. I am spinning the discs. Is that what they all it? Maybe my life long purpose is to become a dj. I can be DJ Lazzy Laz, or maybe DJ Easter Egg cause you never know what you're gonna get but you're gonna leave with a prize."

[friights-blog]

          He's sound asleep, dreamy electronic music           pouring into his ears, rolled up tightly in a pile           of faded plaid blankets.                    He doesn't hear you walk in.                                    Will you  w a k e  him up?

[friights-blog]

Stop staring, Laz, you're gonna creep her out.

[friights-blog]

A heavy sigh, a heavy heart. He turns to you finally, eyes still red from fresh tears. "What are you doing here? I thought you said----thought you said you'd never wanna see me again."

[friights-blog]

He doesn't realize you've walked in on him, that you can see his pain and hear his whimpers. What will you do? Shut the door as if nothing happened? Or will you step closer?