Darragh;

Darragh - "Duke" - 48 years old - Born into enslavement and will die that way.

[wiltedflowerdarragh]

thebrandonclark​:

“Thank you, Darragh. And how many times have I told you not to call me ‘sir’?” The man had been a lifelong slave here at Wayward, and with the number of masters and mistresses visiting Vice, it was no surprise that Darragh had been sort of a regular - a regular companion, that is. Brandon knew how to read people, a skill he had honed over his many lifetimes, and he knew Darragh was harmless. 

“Who are you with tonight? I hope they’re kinder than the ones you came with last week.”

   Darragh nodded his head, “Of course... I apologize...” He would say it wouldn’t happen again, but they both knew that wasn’t true. Calling people sir and miss came more naturally to him than anything else. “I don’t like saying anyone is unkind... that would imply that I expected to be treated as an equal when I am no where near one.”

    Darragh licked his lower lip then, “I am simply given the task of fetching drinks when needed... if you’d like I can remove the blood from your shirt?”

[wiltedflowerdarragh]

inxxubcs​:

Sucking in a deep breath, Damien cracked his neck to the side, balancing out his choices. Now, of course, he could always be an unreasonable fuck and give the guy hell about this - or, he could just be a normal fucking person. Usually, Damien would have gone for the former - finding it far more entertaining. But right now? He didn’t fucking feel like breaking a Chattel. He was looking for fun. “Yadda Yadda. How about you join me for a drink? Maybe if you loosen up a little you won’t be bumping into everybody like that anymore. Come on, get with the tempo.”

   As far as Duke was concerned the man before him spoke in a manner that immediately put him on guard. Usually people who held that tone were quick to anger and enjoyed taking their temper out on those they deemed in a lower station. Darragh was about as low as you could get.

   Still, the man nodded his head, knowing there was no true way to avoid the situation if the man already had his eyes set on him. “Of course, sir. If you would desire me to join you I would be happy to.”

[wiltedflowerdarragh]

natashaxbronson​:

Natasha was moving through the room, when someone bumped into her. She took a step back, holding her drink up, so as not to spill it all over herself. She licked her lips a little, glancing around, and cocking her head to the side. At his apology, she smiled lightly at him. 

“It’s alright,” she said, eyeing him curiously. “But, now I have to wonder, what’s your rush, darling?”

   --Really all Darragh wanted to do was retreat for a little while before he had to muster up the energy to get to work and spend ten hours on his feet. He wasn’t a young man anymore and he was sure someone would notice any day now and get rid of him.

   “No reason, miss. I simply did not want to linger.” He told her softly, eyes kept to the ground.

[wiltedflowerdarragh]

colinxbarton​:

Food time, pretty much Colin’s highlight of the day at any given day. He checked his watch as he went for the door to enter but was soon blocked by someone else. “No need to apologize.” Colin said as he tilted his head. “Nor to look down, don’t worry about it, I’m not one of the assholes around here.” He said while passing the guy by, turning back to face him again. “Are you ok? Want to share a bite?” He asked before looking around and seeing who else was there. “We can take it to go.”

Perhaps he didn’t come off as an asshole, but Darragh also knew that it wasn’t always wise to be overly friendly with people. He took in a deep breath and shook his head, “I ate enough to meet my needs, but thank you.” He nodded his head.

[wiltedflowerdarragh]

inxxubcs​:

“You ought to be more careful.” Damien’s hands went on to smooth over the fabric of his suit jacket, the guy had been on his way to find himself a suitable plaything when his body clashed against another. Now, thankfully, this was his day off from work, so the demon was in a less than foul mood what with not having to deal with the pressure that came with working at the RMC, for a whole 24 houra, therefore it wasn’t like he was going to throw one of his classic bitchfits over something as significant. “Clumsy isn’t something you would want to be, in a place like this.”

   “Yes, sir.” He nodded his head in understanding. If he was lucky, the man might let him go with a simple warning rather than choose to punish him for his behavior. The only upside of being dumped at Wayward Rose was that his body healed faster than it ever had before. He at least had that to hold onto. “I promise it will not happen again.” It was unlike him to be so clumsy anyway.

[wiltedflowerdarragh]

    “You can have it.”

    Duke quickly passed over what was left of his food to the other Chattel who had growled at him for it. A werewolf if his assumptions were correct. The werewolves had been acting testy as of late. It was better to simply give it up and return to his apartment where he could sit in peace for a little while before reporting to work. It wasn’t as if he usually ate all of his food anyway.

   Standing from the table, Darragh turned to dart out of the room before he found himself running into someone. Blood drained from his face and his eyes immediately dropped to the ground in submission. “I apologize.”

@waywardrosestarters​

[thebrandonclark]

“Fucking hell.”

Brandon walked up the stairs to the second level of Vice shaking his head. The music thumped as the dancers on stage entertained the crowd that came to commemorate the Lunar Festival. Everyone was lost in their own mix of alcohol, music, and lust, but Brandon was too busy wiping the blood of his white shirt and powder blue suit. He had helped in “escorting” a rowdy customer off the premises that got the lucky chance to clock him across the jaw and because of the rare blue moon, the angel’s lip began to bleed. Brandon had experienced his fair share of blue moons in his long life, and though there certainly were more life-threatening experiences in the past, this was just annoying.

“Damn it,” he muttered as he tried to wipe the blood that had seeped into the white shirt. He raised his hands in surrender and shook his head in frustration. “That’s not going away any time soon.”

[wiltedflowerdarragh]

   Vice wasn’t exactly a place that he found himself at too often. But Darragh went where requested and it happened to be Vice this go around-- with the specific task of fetching drinks when requested. It was an easy night for him, with clear directions and easy expectations.

    Eyes flicked over when the man spoke, eyes moving over the other man. “It will be easier to get out when it is fresh, sir.” He’d removed his fair share of blood from his own clothes over the years as well as those who had owned him. “Ice... that works well--” He licked his lips.