The Few

Independent smut rp blog, selective, semi-active, 18+ only

[thefcw]

Independent smut rp blog, t*boo themes present/dead dove rp, minors do not engage

Mun is 30+, working full time Rp experience 10+ years, activity fluctuates with work. Right now I an extremely active.

Basic rules:

- open starters and starter calls are open to everyone. I don’t have a mutuals rule or the like. If you decide to follow my blog I will consider is a happy surprise

- use small text. I can rp without gifs, I can be the only one cutting posts but please use small text.

- this blog is generative AI free and will not interact with generative AI blogs

- This is a side-blog, I am unable to follow/like posts. I won’t be doing it from my main as I prefer to keep it apart from the smut rpc and as more private so to speak. However I never shut down the possibility that if we like writing with each other I can share my other blog that contains more indepth writing.

- I often rely more on writing than I do on visual representation of muses so gifs/icons are not a requirement for rp ❤️.

- I don’t write f/f ships simply because personally I find them difficult and have no personal interest in them. The last thing I want to do is fake it shittily (Applies to m/f/f threesome plots unless plotted well together)

- the only thing I say outright no to is scat and feet fetishes. There are others but I won’t start listing every single one. Kinks can and should be discussed and I do prefer always plotting any kink that could be considered extreme

- Do not confuse muse’s actions with writer. With more serious topics and kinks communication and discussion is key.

- Discord: I have been asked, ghosted and dumped there so many times I am quite literally done. The layout/style there also annoys me so I only will consider it with rp partners I know and trust. Also I only have a personal discord, I have no intention of doing another one so that’s why it’s only for people I know to an extent.

- Banned fcs: No reality tv, music artist or influencer faceclaims nor people who have made it clear they don’t want to be used. Specific banned ones: Gal Gadot, Sydney Sweenie, Sabrina Carpenter, Alexandra Daddario (to be continued)

Feel free to DM if you’re interested in rping, plotting etc.

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[alcska]

open to f / nb. plot: forbidden romance vibes. luka is always catching your muse sneaking out at night and pretending it's just part of his job to stop them.

the gardens should've been empty, that was the entire point of patrolling them like he had been. yet movement catches his eye near the center fountain and luka exhales slowly through his nose before changing direction. for a split second he considers announcing himself, but decides against it. "if you're attempting to sneak out of the castle, i should probably tell you there's a guard stationed at the east gate." he pauses, stepping into view. "and another at the south gate . . . though the old servants entrance hasn't been checked all evening, not that i'd know anything about that." this is the part he tells himself is just his duty, every single time. the part where he makes sure she isn't seen, or followed, isn't punished for slipping past walls that were never meant to hold her in the first place. "you know i'm going to have to walk you back."

[thefcw]

Of course she thought she was clever, it was easier than admitting she was the worst at even sneaking out. It was the only time she could breathe even if the excitement of sneaking about made her chest tighter. To her credit she did try. She memorised changes of the guard, tried to learn some of their quirks and habits, even tried to learn how Luka always appeared from thin air. Sighing Laura crossed her arms standing, half expecting a mysterious mist from which he would emerge, “I know but servants talk more than guards do. And they can be unpredictable.” She should know, it’s how she learned more about the guards. Looking at him with a soft smile Laura rocked her body gently, “You’re always there to catch me, to walk me back. Am I really that predictable?”

[rhapsodc]

Alphin could feel himself taken by the pleasure of it again. It really revolted him feeling this way. He thought of himself weak, just like he thought his father was weak. But his body betrayed his thoughts, his sharp mind. A human male was nothing like a fae male. Yes, they might look the same and even feel the same when he was inside the hole, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of using a human.

Shoving his cock really deep, sheating it all into Caius, the prince growled, one hand closing into a fist to punch the whore's back. Not too strong, but still enough to make any weaker male fall down. "You think you are proud of yourself, but you are nothing, human. Just a silly deposit." His bared teeth showed pearl white fangs as he leaned in to whisper these words to Caius. Just in time to see that tongue reaching for his dad's hard cock. He put his lips very close to the right ear, his cock throbbing into that hole. "I'll make sure you will beg." He leaned back, standing up and grabbing the sides of the man's waist, moving his cock almost all the way out, watching as the inches left that hole until only the head remained, squeezed by the muscles at the entrance. And without any hint of what he was about to do, he started pounding that hole, his efforts making the sound of flesh against flesh fill up the small room around the three of them.

Alphin seemed decided to ruin that whore and as his boy started pounding, that body moved forward, pushed by the strenght of that fucking. Soon most of Oberon's cock was buried inside that mouth, going down that throat. If Alphin wanted the whore to beg, all he would hear were muffled sounds, but Oberon thought that would be hot by itself. Still, he hated hurting humans. One day he had been like Alphin, hating on them while fucking their brains out. He was different now. He had grown to like their company even! Still, he could hardly cut his son's fun when all he wanted was to bond with him.

"Doesn't daddy always bring you the best holes, son?" He teased, holding the head beneath him, not looking into those human eyes anymore, but staring only at his boy, focusing only on his pleasure to avoid being conflicted about Caius' feels.

[thefcw]

A moan turned into a groan when he felt the strike in his back, eyes turning into a frown for a moment as the slight ache left as quickly as it came. There were better ways to put him down but whatever the younger was working through clearly punching worked for him. For a split second he wanted to shove the back of his head into the other man’s face, he really thought of it, but as much as the other pointed out this was no place for pride. Not a very good place to be prideful when he was opening his mouth for another cock and he it wasn’t just for the work, he wanted it.

Not that him or the older man had to do much as the younger man pushed Caius’ whole body forward with his forceful thrust and began to fuck him with what Caius thought to be even just spite. Moaning didn’t do much when his mouth and throat was filled up but at least if saved a little of the dignity Caius might have left. Caius held onto the older man’s leg and sucked his cock, whenever he felt like moaning he swallowed him deeper to muffle his noises.

Since the older man wasn’t looking at him Caius took a chance to close his eyes for a moment, getting lost into being fucked in his hole and almost choking himself on the other man’s cock. He was aching, his own cock begging for any attention even though he was close to coming even without any touch.

[thefcw]

Open to: f/m Connection: any, age gap more than welcome (preestablished relationships)

Breathing heavily and somewhat impatiently in the dim room Joseph listened to the other struggle with his cock in their mouth. Yanking their head back by their hair Joseph leaned forward enough to see their face, fingers grabbing their chin and thumb pressing down on their tongue, “Do I need to drag you against the wall and do all the work myself fucking your throat or will you be a good little pet and use that sweet mouth of yours like you’re supposed to, hm?"

[thefcw]

Open to: m (tops) Plot here: tldr; Caius is a prince/heir of his nation and got captured in battle. There are rumours of him liking being under men more than he likes leading them so to humiliate him and his family your muse decides to look into those rumours Connection: enemy king, prince, general etc.

He didn’t come there easy, even if he was knocked out in battle Caius gave whatever fight he could when he was dragged towards the enemy encampment which resulted in a scuffle with five men. Although he may have been a prince he was never the sophisticated type, instead of grand balls and culture Caius was more interested in living a life of a soldier as much as he could. And he preferred a certain type of company instead of women who hoped he would propose to them and would never leave him alone within the castle grounds.

Eventually Caius was overwhelmed by the enemy soldiers, pressed on the ground and beaten enough so they could chain his hands and bring him into their camp. He was strung by the chains around his wrists to a support beam of a tent, stripped from his bloodied armour and clothes while they were at it. They seemed to go towards just holding and humiliating him, laughing and taunting him. There was no torture yet but Caius wasn’t scared, he would get out one way or another. His planning was cut short when a familiar man walked into the tent. Caius would recognise the bastard anywhere, he was a sworn enemy after all, “Don’t consider this a victory, if anything I’ll make it my duty to be an inconvenience. Or die trying.”

[thefcw]

Open to: m Connection: to be married or newly married, Laura learning and being taught how to be a good and loving wife (age gap welcome, any time period) lil inspo

Knelt on the floor Laura’s hands held onto him gently as soft moans left her, her lips wrapped around his cock as she sucked on it. She knew he wanted her to do more, take his cock further down her throat but she was too scared. Having expected him to become slightly impatient she wasn’t surprised by the hand at the back of her head grabbing her hair and pushing her head down. Feeling the tip of his cock in the back of her throat she tired to fight the urge to gag or panic because she couldn’t breathe. Swallowing as his cock filled her throat made her more wet between her own legs, hearing him groan making her tingle with happiness. Pulling away with a gentle gasp Laura looked up at him with doe eyes, spit dangling between her lips and her tip until she took him back in her mouth and all the way back into her throat as she looked at him hoping she was making him happy.

[thefcw]

She had to take a calm deep breath when he said their years together were his best. She never forgot him either and she almost stayed, she broke both of their hearts leaving. She could only give him a quick smile as a response to hide her sadness and guilt.

“You’re one of very few who know… and the only living one.” Even her first child had passed and she couldn’t tell her grandchildren who she was. “Around my forties. My daughter was confused as my sister and… well things got complicated. My first husband had passed so it was easier to start a new life as my daughter had begun to build hers. I’m sorry we ever got involved, it was selfish of me but I really did love you. I still do.”

[ofginjxints]

"What a honour. Thank you." Malcolm smiled sincerely, he wondered for a moment, whether he reminded her of the young man of years passed or whether he just appeared to be an old man to her.

"I see..." He nodded, how heartbreaking it must have been to see all those age around her whilst she remained the same. His gaze softened as he smiled wistfully at her. "You were my 'great love', Laura. I married a nice woman - Beatrice. I've three wonderful children, but I ended up divorced at fifty. I've essentially been on my own ever since. A few forays into love here and there, but nothing that compared." He had never minced words before, he was a romantic with Laura since the moment they had met; he was too old and too much himself to be coy or lie. "It's a privilege to see you once again."

[thefcw]

Laura would have considered it a curse really rather than an honor but then again he did have the gift of optimism.

Hearing about his life made her happy for him. Three children was impressive and she always took him for a man who would make a great father. As for the divorce she wasn’t that surprised considering how common divorces were now although she did feel a little bad it did not work out for him and his wife. The last thing she wanted was him to feel alone. “I really hope seeing me doesn’t upset you. If things had been different I would have never left.” She owed him the truth no matter if it hurt both of them. Stepping close to him Laura reached to hold his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks as she looked at him with a smile. At first she thought she’d ask but instead she simply leaned forward and kissed him, not too desperately but not too quickly either, just slow enough to feel him again after so many years.

[thefcw]

|| hiya! I won’t be online much due to going to an off-grid cottage for a long weekend, if I reply it’ll be mobile only

[thefcw]

Open to: f/m Connection: any, age gap more than welcome (preestablished relationships)

Breathing heavily and somewhat impatiently in the dim room Joseph listened to the other struggle with his cock in their mouth. Yanking their head back by their hair Joseph leaned forward enough to see their face, fingers grabbing their chin and thumb pressing down on their tongue, “Do I need to drag you against the wall and do all the work myself fucking your throat or will you be a good little pet and use that sweet mouth of yours like you’re supposed to, hm?"

[thefcw]

He didn’t always give communion, rarely actually and mostly if the priest asked him to do it with him or it was a special occasion. Sure he noticed a few having leering eyes and taking the wafer in somewhat odd way but Joseph disregarded them mostly aside from a couple of playful winks because a man had to indulge sometimes. Wondering whether he should push out a full confession he stood up with a sigh, also asking himself whether the young woman was aroused at all. What a beautiful little wife she would make. And after all it was thoughts of him that misled her so he might as well be the one to ruin her. “Is that it? Is that when you came to your senses?” Was she in her senses now or was she aroused by this like he was. “Is there anything I need to know about the other women?”

[dreamgrlevl]

Gia nodded quickly, her stomach still full of that nervous fluttering feeling. Surely he’d be pleased that she’d been able to stop herself before she went too far and let her fingers wander where they shouldn’t. Just incase she didn’t dare conceal the truth of the others when he pressed further. Her punishment becoming yet another confessional as she exposed the filthy little secrets she’d heard and some things she’d seen. The more she spoke the more those forbidden thoughts invaded her mind again, her body reacting before she could even try to control it. Heat rushed to her core, and that tingling settled between her thighs as they rubbed together just enough for the slightest friction to spread her growing wetness between them.

[thefcw]

Listening Joseph enjoyed himself but became more frustrated knowing he can’t do whatever. He was influential, people loved him, but there were limits to even what he could do including fucking senseless a woman much younger than him. Someone who trusted him and someone who followed the rules he helped set up. And fuck how much he wanted her, do everything she described and more. Hand reached to caress her hair before helping her stand up, “There, a soul unburdened by the sins in your mind.” But he was suspicious and hoping to prove himself right he knew he could leave the room with what he wanted. Hand on her shoulder he gave it a gentle squeeze and held her standing there, “Now… dip your fingers between your legs and then show them to me.”

[thefcw]

“A warm bed, hot food, servants and a roof above your head. A woman who has never spent a day starving or selling her body for something to drink.” He was no better but Joseph knew just how bad life could get and how most people suffered. “So the king groomed her daughter to be sold and bred.” There was a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked at her, having leaned a little closer to him before standing up straight, “Clearly he didn’t do a very good job.” Which was fine by him, nothing better to have her turn against her father so easily.

With her stepping close and encouraging Joseph to kill her father he looked for deception in her. As strong willed as she was, good character for a potential queen, it could be troublesome in the future. Hooking his finger under her chin Joseph smirked, “Hmm… I take it back. He taught you well.” Although surely it was unintentional. “I don’t know what they teach women in your kingdom but the nights we share a room there won’t be much sleeping.

[angelicviced]

"  i  was  taught  when  to  be  submissive  and  when  to  fight  back.    men  don't  like  women  who  don't  have  a  little  fight  in  them.    or  was  my  mother  wrong  about  that  .ᐣ      "    oh  her  sweet,  dearest  mother.    now  six  feet  under  due  to  childbed  fever.      opal  knew  this  world  was  dangerous.    its  best  to  hitch  yourself  to  a  winning  wagon  and  hope  for  the  best.    joseph  was  her  winning  wagon.    despite  this  conversation,  she'd  never  heard  anything  bad  about  him.    his  men  treated  him  with  respect.    thats  what  she  wanted.  well,  thats  what  every  woman  wants.  

"    either  way,  i  don't  for  see  any  issues  regarding  my  loyalty.  you  have  it.  now  and  forever  "  gaze  met  his  with  one  swoop.    blue  eyes  batting  carefully  as  she  watched  his  expression  carefully.    oh  she  looked  like  a  lamb  to  slaughter,  and  she  was  happy  to  sacrifice  herself.    for  the  future  that  is.    "  are  we  going  to  keep  playing  around  the  subject,  or  do  we  have  a  deal  .ᐣ    because  i  would  rather  consummate  this  union  sooner,  rather  then  later.    "  

[thefcw]

“Depends on the day. Sometimes we want a pretty little princess who takes it like a good girl. Sometimes we like to get a slap or two.” Clearly she took after her mother then, the only one in the family including the young woman Joseph had heard anything good about although there was very little to hear about Opal. A common fate of princesses.

Joseph wondered if there was a hint of desperation or maybe fear. Maybe being with him, married or not, was better than returning home and Joseph couldn’t help but to be curious why. “Well, before talking about marriage I would have half bent you over, hold you up on your feet by your hair and throat while fucking you.” His hand had reached to stroke her hair nonchalantly. “But for a wife… rude not to look at her face especially when she-“ he let his hand fall to her chest and then waist, “-is so insistent.”

[thefcw]

His hands were pushed off of her as she turned far more confidently than he ever expected, spilling a plan in which she was willingly going to surrender herself to him however to mighty beneficial position. Why not. In most likely case she would have been a princess only in name, marrying to some higher noble if there was no eligible king looking to wed a foreign royal so she was there securing a far more higher position with the enemy. “Don’t underestimate blood, young lady. All they need is a weak enough throne, like a man who lays with other men.” And perhaps she was too young to know all the creative ways women could get pregnant when they had uninterested husbands. “Well, let us pretend I would allow such high positions and securities to you, the only way I would risk a legitimate heir with you is to guarantee he has your father’s throne to sit on.” This wasn’t a peace negotiation after all, he was still going to do all he could to fight against her father. “So what assurance do I have my future bride doesn’t pull a dagger in bed if I kill your family?”

[angelicviced]

"    you  act  as  if  i  care  about  them.  about  him.  you  have  no  idea  what  my  life  was  like  before  this  war.    you  have  no  idea,  the  torment  i  was  under  just  because  i  was  born  the  wrong  sex.    "    opal  was  right,  he  didnt  know  what  her  life  was  like.  that  she  was  raised  in  the  right  way,  only  so  she  could  be  sold  and  bred  like  life  stock.    that  was  her  only  purpose  in  her  fathers  eyes.    might  as  well  make  some  use  of  that  purpose.  

brunette  stepped  forward,  her  hands  resting  against  his  chest,  lightly,  not  pushy.    her  big  aqua  eyes  looking  up  at  him  as  she  captured  his  gaze.    "    kill  them.    i'll  still  sleep  peacefully  next  to  you  every  night.  especially  once  i  know,  i'm  free  from  my  fathers  grip    "

[thefcw]

“A warm bed, hot food, servants and a roof above your head. A woman who has never spent a day starving or selling her body for something to drink.” He was no better but Joseph knew just how bad life could get and how most people suffered. “So the king groomed her daughter to be sold and bred.” There was a satisfied smirk on his face as he looked at her, having leaned a little closer to him before standing up straight, “Clearly he didn’t do a very good job.” Which was fine by him, nothing better to have her turn against her father so easily.

With her stepping close and encouraging Joseph to kill her father he looked for deception in her. As strong willed as she was, good character for a potential queen, it could be troublesome in the future. Hooking his finger under her chin Joseph smirked, “Hmm… I take it back. He taught you well.” Although surely it was unintentional. “I don’t know what they teach women in your kingdom but the nights we share a room there won’t be much sleeping.

[dreamgrlevl]

August had led a bloody battle against the old rulers forces, and in the end he had been the one victorious. One by one the royal family either fell into his hands or fell to his sword leaving only a missing princess. Imagine his surprise when he found her waiting for him in the great hall. August chuckled under his breath as he walked closer, watching as she bowed and acknowledged him as the king.

"You must be the princess I've heard so much about.." He mused aloud, tired eyes looking her over slowly as if he were appraising her and her worth. "You're either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid," he continued, "so tell me, which is it?"

[thefcw]

For a while now Laura had weighed her future options. Other than some benefit seeking noble looking to marry her there weren’t many options for her marriage-wise. Her mother’s home nation wanted to keep out of the conflict for a good reason although if it became an option she’d gladly be banished there after the war ended. Or a convent. Given she wasn’t headed for death.

She wondered what exactly people spoke of her since she was almost a nobody after her brothers. Her existence had very little impact until now, “A woman willing to die for her people. Whether that is brave or stupid is for you to judge.” Maybe it was both or neither but to her it didn’t matter, what mattered were the lives she was hoping to save.

[thefcw]

What a pessimistic little creature. He found it amusing really, the young woman had practically surrendered her whole life before Joseph had had the opportunity to send a personal letter to her father. “Ah yes. Woman.” Standing behind her, hands holding her waist as he muses. “Born and bred to be cattle for the politics of men, right? Is that all you are to your father then? Disposable cattle?” Giving her waist a gentle pat, “As interesting as it would be to see a man kill her own daughter in midst of a war he’s losing you are far too beautiful to be wasted for such.” Then it’d be more beneficial to make himself a bastard and send her back once the baby was born, giving him a child with a claim to the throne. “Then why don’t you give me cause to not send you back with my child growing inside of you, hm? You sound like a smart girl. Smarter than your father.”

[angelicviced]

ears  listened  to  him  carefully,  opal  finally  understanding  that  she  was  nothing  more  then  a  toy  for  him  to  play  with.    play  and  then  throw  away.    but  then  again,  she  knew  that  was  coming.  why  wouldn't  be  capitalise  on  such  a  thing  .ᐣ      she  would  if  she  was  in  his  position.  it's  just  the  nature  of  war.    someone  has  to  loose.  but  then,  an  idea  came  to  mind.    the  brunette  turning  around  quickly,  meeting  his  gaze.    "    a  bastard  heir  is  just  that,  a  bastard.    marry  me.  use  me.  have  legitimate  heirs  with  claims  to  both  thrones.  my  brother  will  never  give  my  kingdom  a  heir,  he's  not  interested.  ..    well  women  do  not  interest  him.    but  if  you  marry  me,  our  children  will  have  legitimacy  over  both  your  throne  and  mine.    a  bastard  however,  won't  get  you  far.  i'll  pop  it  out,  go  home  and  marry  someone  else.    "  

[thefcw]

His hands were pushed off of her as she turned far more confidently than he ever expected, spilling a plan in which she was willingly going to surrender herself to him however to mighty beneficial position. Why not. In most likely case she would have been a princess only in name, marrying to some higher noble if there was no eligible king looking to wed a foreign royal so she was there securing a far more higher position with the enemy. “Don’t underestimate blood, young lady. All they need is a weak enough throne, like a man who lays with other men.” And perhaps she was too young to know all the creative ways women could get pregnant when they had uninterested husbands. “Well, let us pretend I would allow such high positions and securities to you, the only way I would risk a legitimate heir with you is to guarantee he has your father’s throne to sit on.” This wasn’t a peace negotiation after all, he was still going to do all he could to fight against her father. “So what assurance do I have my future bride doesn’t pull a dagger in bed if I kill your family?”

[angelicviced]

of  course  she  was  terrified.  surrounded  by  strange  men,  all  on  a  camp  where  it  was  very  evident  that  she  was  not  wanted  or  needed  in  any  capacity  other  then  to  be  a  toy  in  her  fathers  games.  usually,  opal  would  say  she  was  lucky,  other  men  would  have  pimped  her  out  as  soon  as  they  saw  her  pleasing  face  and  calm  attitude.    but  she  knew  something  more  sinister  was  at  play.    she  wasn't  stupid.  far  from  it  actually.  she  knew  all  too  well  what  the  world  was  like  when  war  doesn't  go  the  way  everyone  thought  it  would.  

"    you  overestimated  how  much  my  father  loves  me.  now  if  you  had  captured  my  older  brother,  he  would  have  paid  straight  away.    me  .ᐣ    i'm  disposable.  "    a  scoff  leaving  her  lips  as  she  laughed  at  the  mere  idea  of  her  father  actually  caring  about  her.  but  then  the  brunette  flinched  at  his  touch,  yet  she  didn't  dare  to  push  him  off.  no  that  would  cause  more  issues  then  she  needed.  her  eyes  darting  up  to  him  at  the  mention  of  his  gift,  head  shaking  at  the  notion.    "    why  send  me  back  at  all.  your  little  gift  would  sign  my  death  warrant  before  you  know  it.    "

[thefcw]

What a pessimistic little creature. He found it amusing really, the young woman had practically surrendered her whole life before Joseph had had the opportunity to send a personal letter to her father. “Ah yes. Woman.” Standing behind her, hands holding her waist as he muses. “Born and bred to be cattle for the politics of men, right? Is that all you are to your father then? Disposable cattle?” Giving her waist a gentle pat, “As interesting as it would be to see a man kill her own daughter in midst of a war he’s losing you are far too beautiful to be wasted for such.” Then it’d be more beneficial to make himself a bastard and send her back once the baby was born, giving him a child with a claim to the throne. “Then why don’t you give me cause to not send you back with my child growing inside of you, hm? You sound like a smart girl. Smarter than your father.”

[ofginjxints]

"You can get into golf, but I want nothing to do with it, old man." She shook her head as she teased him. He had her wrapped around his little finger and he knew it, but she was enamoured by Joseph - regardless of everything else (including the bad communication).

"I'm thinking dinner and cocktails and then we'll see." She giggled, though her face soon relaxed as she felt his lips on her neck - a weak spot of hers.

[thefcw]

Old man. That made him smile. If it was someone else he’d probably punch them or go nuclear on their career but with her he didn’t mind being an old man. When he was with her he didn’t give a damn because she was with him and didn’t care about his age.

“Candle light and drinks? Sounds like a plan.” He kissed her neck a little longer than he had intended, hands roaming her form itching to slip under her clothes. “How soon can you leave today? You can slip into my car in the garage.”

[stainedplum]

„i beg to differ. I’m running a company here, caius. four minutes spend on the wrong person can mean million dollar casualties.“ his voice was still, but the smallest bit of an annoyed undertone was thrown in the mix. if there were two things dominic kane was not, it was patient or immune to people without respect. and he, it was a fact, not a feeling, deserved respect - demanded it basically. without so much as looking at the paper, his eyebrows slightly rose, the only physical evidence of his growing impatience. „well, I’m very sorry to hear that, but when your commander called in a favour, he said you were hard working & reliable. I‘m currently gathering that you‘re insolent & brazen. I’m sorry, but I don’t see you working here any time soon. my secretary will show you the way out.“

[thefcw]

Fucking suits. The one kind send men like caius into war an the other kind sells the weapons to the soldiers and enemy. And the rest are in between making rest of the money. “Funny that, he told be you could tell the difference between a trench and a ditch.” It probably wasn’t the smartest move to insult or antagonise him but if he wasn’t getting a job he might as well leave with a couple of hits or at least he could pretend he did. And make it difficult for the other. “Well I have time so if not soon maybe later. I can wait right here.” With his hands behind his back Caius stood in attention because as always he wouldn’t go without a fight like in the military and he didn’t wait months for just a few minutes. Hence the recommendation although caius wondered if his commander sugar coated his attitude.