#dmitri1

[magnais]

for @dmitri-shenker

Magnai had heard plenty of stories out of Krovs that might've warranted his return. One of them was practically worth making the decision all on its own -- if the varcolac had his druthers, Shenker would dead and buried already in a shallow grave, if there was nothing left to interrogate out of him. But someone liked making examples too much for that level of common sense. Magnai would see for himself how well the castle had done at taming such a poor candidate for a slave and if it was poorly... well, he'd worked with cruder material before.

He pulled the playroom door shut behind him with a heavy sound, Magnai's eyes trained immediately on the room's only occupant. He'd given Dmitri fifteen minutes alone once the guards had left the slave, the first step to any stress test: how well they responded to waiting. Magnai stood there without a word for a long moment as he gauged the smaller man, arms folding over his chest, expressionless but for the first curl of his lip at the omega's scent. The second step, and one he had a strong idea as to the outcome of: gauging how well-trained the slave was at knowing when to hold their tongue.

"Dmitri Shenker..." He growled finally, his mouth wrapping around the sounds of the name with the easy familiarity of one who spoke the same tongue, "I'll start easy with you and it'll be the last time I do. I want to know why you think you're here today."

[councillor-roland]

closed starter for @dmitri-shenker

It was fairly late, or early depending on your definition, well past midnight in any case. The party was still in full swing and likely would be until the sun came up. Roland had enjoyed himself and was rather pleasantly buzzed on the various blood and blood alcohols he'd sampled. While he'd had various tumbles and trysts throughout the evening he was in the mood for another, moving through the crowded streets and looking for likely candidates. He happened to see spot a Dalmation costume and a guard walking beside the man wearing it and grinned. Of course he was aware that there was one slave in the Undercroft who was supposed to be constantly accompanied and had heard plenty about him from Rhys besides. Now was as good a time as any for them to meet, at least in Roland's mind, so he made his way over to see the defiant pup for himself.

"I see someone's chosen to dress you appropriately." Roland mused, old fashioned heeled shoes clicking on the cobblestones as he approached, smirking. It was purposely antagonistic but Roland liked a challenge, it kept things interesting. Besides, the idea of riling the werewitch a little amused him. "Perhaps I'll hold your leash for a while and give your escort a break. What do you think of that, petit chiot?" The wig and gloves that went with his costume were long gone but he still cut a fine figure and didn't look incomplete.

[sammiewarrick-blog]

Oh No. There's Mistletoe // Sammie & Dmitri

Sammie had taken it upon himself to add a dash of extra Christmas cheer to the castle and was thus on a mistletoe hanging spree, shoving the stuff up in all sorts of nooks and crannies. In this particular case, he was just outside of the hospital wing because even the ill and injured were not to escape from Sammie’s well-intentioned but ultimately obnoxious holiday traditions.

He was in the middle of a rather raunchy rendition of Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer and thus didn’t notice footsteps approaching until the mistletoe itself, now properly hung directly above him, cried out “WELL WELL WELL, MY FIRST VICTIMS.” Sammie mentally made note to himself to alter the levels of sadism in his enchantment for the next batch. Nevertheless, he turned, a grin on his face, to see who he was to kiss. The next second, the smile was gone from his face.