for @wingsofduty
In retrospect, the order had been vague compared to Magnai's usual exacting standards. Perhaps it was the fact that none of the castle staff was unwise enough to linger by the varcolac's suite for long during this time of year, the guard he'd gotten ahold of clearly dreading his instruction until he'd snapped for them to fetch the spirit for him before turning them free. Magnai had been strategic thus far, taking his conquests far from his own rooms, where the urge to make a more territorial claim might assert itself. But Danny... Danny, the varcolac could admit he already felt a flicker of possessiveness towards. It was only a matter of time before the ghost found himself installed amongst the rest of Magnai's more permenant acquisitions.
But Daniel wasn't the one Magnai found thrust into his room, barely a moment passing before the announcement of the slave's arrival and the guard vanishing. The alpha's stare was deeply unamused as he crossed into the entryway, taking the newcomer by the chin and wrenching the boy's face up to inspect it. "What have we here?" Magnai murmured as his eyes traced the slave's features, faint recognition tingling in the back of his mind. He thought to credit it to seeing the valkyrie's picture amongst the castle's newer arrivals on the roster, the clean, unearthly scent of him confirming the slave's identity to Magnai's nose.
With his messy tangle of blond hair, the heavy lids of his eyes, this one lacked the stereotypical otherworldly look of most celestials. Maybe it was the rut talking, but Magnai found himself vastly preferring this while he had the slave so close. Danny had likely been rented already, a vaguely annoying interruption, but the alpha could take this temporary intrigue and bide his time. "Name?" The question was quick, curt. A beat, then he supplied, "You aren't in trouble, pup. Not for someone else trying to cover their ass." It might've been comforting, if Magnai's fingers weren't still gripping so tightly to the valkyrie's jaw.
