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carltonesen:

The dragon shook his head to the offer. No, he had no need for a welcome comity, what was the point, it wasn’t his first time in here, and he has been in the cells for so long that this was more like home at this point.

Carlton snorted at the comment that he had gotten used to the life outside. For most of his life, all he knew was the outside, so much so, that the cells had become the new thing of his life. But in one thing the angel was right, Carlton was missing something, he was missing his cigars. Maybe that was what was making him look so uneasy. “No, not this time…”

“Well, it wasn’t the right fit… She is better without me and me without her...“ it was simply that. “And you… how have you been?“

“well, there’s at least something good there. You wouldn’t want to be stuck with a mistress who wasn’t pleased with you.” They all heard stories every now and again, and it was one of the many reasons why Theliel much rather stick to himself rather than risk getting caught in an...unpleasant situation.

“I’ve been here as I usually am. It’s been fairly quiet, there have been some recent claims I suppose. But the sun is starting to come out more often, some have been really looking forward to that after such a harsh winter.” and he knew that it was boring weather talk, but when you spend most of your days locked up, there was only so much left to discuss. “you’ll get out of here again soon, don’t worry.”

#c: carlton

raphaelcolt:

there it was the smile and laugh he loved to draw out of others— some were easier, others required a bit more effort and that was okay. he could be impatient, but that only meant when he finally got it, it was worth it. it’s contagious as well and he laughs, “not because you look bad or anything, but because I can go out in it whenever I want,” it’s said compassionately, he doesn’t want to rub his claim in the others face or anyones face, unless providing of course they deserved it. “theliel is fine, it’s your preference honestly. I firmly believe in calling others what they like, it makes things easier.” and like always when his claim is brought up, warmth pools within him, able to fight off his blush this time, “it is… I feel uhh.. important again.”

Theliel smiled at the man who clearly felt as though being claimed was a win. Not that Tel disagreed with that sentiment, but rather he wished that it didn’t have to be the case when freedom was so close. “Good, I’m glad. We know how hard sometimes masters can be so I’m glad it’s working out for you. Besides look at you, you’re showing us up with that killer tan.” he teased although he was, of course, happy that Raphael was one less person he would have to weigh heavily on his conscious. “so who is it?”

#c: raphael

lxndlocked:

Letta hadn’t said anything as he stepped into the sunlight, she rarely did. She didn’t exactly need all that much sunlight, for sake of dehydration kicking in before she expected it. but there were some faces she’d in her years in these cages that she had a certain pity for. his was one of them. Always calm, always collection - albeit a quiet existence in the Cavae. it was rare to see it. Sad that people like them have taken to an almost defeated approach to survival. But survival all the same.

Sitting there in the grass, fingers digging into the dirt in some desperate search for water, she gave a smile and shook her head. “It’s okay,” she laughed, her free hand waving the situation away. Dismissing it. “I probably should have moved a few minutes ago, but I got too comfortable.” there was a shrug, lacking in any real remorse. Her mouth had opened, poised and ready to ask a question, but instead it came closed and she smiled again. “yeah, it has its moments out here.”

There was always an element of uncertainty in dealings around here. Talking to fellow slaves could go in a great many ways and he didn’t expect anyone to ever greet him with excitement or happiness. Theliel himself bounced back and forth between acceptance and sadness, feeling trapped in a world where he couldn’t even spread his wings. Yet at the same time, he didn’t have it in him to harbor anger, and he understood that there was a bigger purpose in him being here...or at least he hoped.

“No need to apologize, if you find a way to be comfortable out here, then you should take full advantage of it.” he took the liberty to sit beside her, although Theliel kept to himself for the sake of not getting attached to anyone, it was always nice to be able to at least hold a conversation with someone. “I’m Theliel, but you can call me whatever is easiest. Nice to meet you.”

#c: letta

raphaelcolt:

repeatedly it was the way he saw the other gaze up at the sky during his allotted hour— just stare at it the entire time, even during his nightly hours. it fueled something within raphael and he had no idea what it was. perhaps it was his own actions of watching the sky, the clouds, the moon ; not quite the sun because he’s not an idiot but being outside, lying within the grass that’s a good day for the wolf. despite being claimed, and not wanting to be at the cavae anymore that he felt he had to be. his mistress was there, it was her office, where it remained and if he still felt the need to be near her. he could at least do what he could. still a sense of familiarity, even with the leather around his neck. he shrugs, actually there for the other— because the power of curiosity always won out in the end. “you’re fine, feels like you need it more than I do.” the tan line from his collar was often too much and it made him laugh. “dunno, I don’t mind the winter, though I wish there was more snow here.” body turns toward the other, beaming softly, “I’m rafe.”

Theliel chuckled, he didn’t look at himself in the mirror very often and he had grown so accustomed to the darkness that even when he did he hardly saw anything abnormal about his pale skin tone. Though stealing another glance over at the man beside him, he could see why he felt Theliel was nearly translucent. “Theliel. But feel free to call me whatever is easiest, nice to meet you.” he smiled noting the collar, “I hope your claim is going well.”

#c: raphael

Often times Tel would spend his full hour looking up at the sky. When he was first demoted, he was sure that someone would come to save him, to fix the misunderstanding and reward him for attempting to free slaves. After a few months, and then a few years, he knew the day would never come and Theliel had simply become a forgotten angel left at the mercy of these people.

He began going out less, opting for meditating in his cage rather than torturing himself with the memory of hope lost. He was the angel prince of love, yet he knew that there was no room for love to thrive here, and everyday that he was witnessed to that, was another day that a piece of him died.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to block the sunlight.” he stepped aside, “I’ve lost track of time, but I love coming out here after a harsh winter. Finally being able to greet the sun again.” he smiled to himself, this would probably his only outing for the week and he aimed to take a mental photograph of the sky.

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carltonesen-deactivated20210725

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Carlton had tried to make things work with his mistress but at the end, they weren’t all that compatible and in a decision, he was sure he would regret soon enough, he had asked to be returned to the cavae once more. One thing he was already regretting was the fact he couldn’t smoke as often as he did back on his old mistress house.

Not even four hours had passed since his last drag, he was already on edge. These first days were going to be hell till is body got used to his old habits.

“Don’t tell me you are here to welcome me…“ he was not to gracefull as he heard the footsteps outside his cell.

thelieltheangel

“No, but I can do it if you want.” he said as he was promptly returned to his cage. Theliel only chose to take advantage of his time outside on rare days when he thought he ought to greet the sun once more. Most of the time though, he found it painful and torturous to remind himself of what he wasn’t allowed, and to of course spend one more hour realizing that there was nobody who cared to save him.

“you don’t seem to be adjusting to well. Don’t tell me you got used to it?” he chuckled, Theliel had never been claimed--it was part of the reason why he mostly kept to himself. He had been rented, sure. But he never belonged to anyone and he never liked the idea of having someone claim him as property--what a frightful end for the angel prince of love. “I didn’t think you’d return.”

#c: carlton

charlottesxenslavement

It was like slipping into a dream or something. What started with an odd sort of forgetfulness turned into a bleeding together of things. A hospital room and her cell, like a double exposed image, though one was just a flicker above the other. It sort of made her ill, like vertigo.

What had once been phantom pains across the healed scars in her back, seemed to sear into agonizing life. Like a rubber band it snapped the two worlds together into a misshapen whole, memories twisted into something vaguely recognizable; Picasso-esque. An almost physical snap, like the breaking of an elastic band, rippled through her entire body, eyes opening to stare around herself in confusion. What had happened?

Getting up slowly, hands gripping at her sides in a tight self hug, she moved toward the bars that closed her in, body trembling a little bit. “Hello…? I-… I think there’s been a mistake here! Someone… please?” Hands lifting to grip the bars, she leaned into them to try and get a better look. “Hello?”

thelieltheangel

“There are no mistakes around here. Everything is entirely calculated.” Tel shared from his own cage where he too had had moments of panic and fright. It was hard sometimes to believe that waking up in a cage was the norm, especially for someone like himself who had never really experienced the boundaries of a room, much less a cage. But he knew the human nature was not to allow for kindness, and the moment no help arrived he resigned himself to accept his fate.

In the years since, Theliel had witnessed many come and go and although he could do nothing to ease their pain, he found a new purpose in lending himself to be their support. “I’m afraid that you are now part of us, but I do hope it won’t be for very long.” he smiled as he approached the bars of his own cage. “I’m Theliel, what’s your name?”