Slave

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Sorry I’ve been so quiet! It’s been a somewhat hectic time and I still want to fill in some details with V. BUT I’m almost on my break and I want to plot so hit me up if you’re interested :)

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howling-damien:

“You know it’s considered rude to silently brood over a drink someone has bought you,” the wolf said, sapphire eyes dancing over the male beside him. It was a tedious night, at least as far as Damien was concerned, which happened to be why the young wolf master decided to go out drinking. After all the bullshit ass kissing the heir of the Vale family had to do with the vampire royals, gods knew that he needed it. He needed to unwind, get drunk, and drown away the events of the past six hours. He supposed that’s why he was so keen on getting the person beside him just as drunk as he was planning on getting. “Listen, my mother always said it’s in bad taste to drink alone,” he flashed a wolfish grin. “You wouldn’t want to have me looking like a drunk in front of all of these people, would you?”

“My apologies, Sir.” He replied, swiping one thumb over the rim of the glass. Vincent felt like he knew how to play the game, despite a lack of trust for most people but getting drunk hadn’t really been on his radar. Lost in alcohol didn’t sound like the worst thing but the loss of control wasn’t to his fancy. He needed to cling to what little he had. Still, he managed to offer Damien a smile that looked charmingly real, “Of course not.” He threw back the rest of the drink and spread his hands like that was that, though behind his eyes was his usual calculation.

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