#convo:dane

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Black & Blue [Daryl & Dane]

[Daryl had fallen asleep with his door open, just a crack, but he didn’t really think it mattered too much until he felt something warm climbing over him, and heard a strange noise, a purring. His eyes opened to find some black ball of fur laid on his chest and he flew upright, and knocked the thing off him, looking to the startled kitten on his bed.]

“What the fuck!”

[He yelled out and threw back the covers, jumping off the bed only to have the kitten follow him as he padded barefooted out of his room and in to the hall.]

“A cat Nicholas? You’ve really fucking out done yourself this time you fucking Hippie!”

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Dominatrix [Greta & Dane]

[She missed her slave, the way he held her, the way he stayed close as though he was protecting her, not just from physical harm, but emotional, like he always wanted to be there for her. The gentle mistress and the clumsy wolf, she missed thinking of them like that, but Orion was gone, she had to accept that, and although she took refuge in the arms of another wolf, one that would kill any that hurt her, she couldn’t help but miss the affection of a slave, and the fact she could dominate those with less strength.]

[It had been too long, since she had even rented a slave, so she found herself at the Chateau, and although she liked the warmer bodies, she ended up looking at a muscly human as he laid in his cot, her eyes traveling him. A fine specimen, though he looked stronger than those she usually went for, she could deal with a little aggression if he wanted to put up a fight for entertainments sake.]

[Smiling to him, Greta rested a hand on one of the bars and leaned her forehead to the cold metal. Had he been fed properly? He didn’t look malnourished, but then he was a new face, maybe he hadn’t been in the Chateau long enough for it to effect him.]

“You’re new, child. Are you being treated well?”

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House Invasion [Daryl & Dane]

[Daryl was half naked like every morning, as he wandered barefooted from his room in nothing but sweat pants, down to the kitchen. He’d got in to a routine, even though he didn’t really want to be here, that had him putting bread in the toaster and hitting the power button on the coffee machine, then taking Nicholas’ old fashioned goblet and the knife with the rather gothic but girly sparkly handle and cutting in to his skin, letting the blood trickle into the chalice as he lifted the coffee maker and poured himself a cup.] 

[He was sipping on it when he heard a creak, the old floor boards weren’t exactly designed for privacy and he turned, knowing Nicholas was usually a little more stealthier than that, even in the mornings, he locked eyes on a man he wasn’t quite expecting to see, a stranger.]

“House invader? Or consumer of Nic’s all consuming free love?”

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You’re both home?

Well yes Dane, you sound surprised. I expected you to be a little more happier than that.