thebrandonclarkâ:
âThank you, Darragh. And how many times have I told you not to call me âsirâ?â 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.Â
âWho are you with tonight? I hope theyâre kinder than the ones you came with last week.â
  Darragh nodded his head, âOf course... I apologize...â He would say it wouldnât happen again, but they both knew that wasnât true. Calling people sir and miss came more naturally to him than anything else. âI donât like saying anyone is unkind... that would imply that I expected to be treated as an equal when I am no where near one.â
  Darragh licked his lower lip then, âI am simply given the task of fetching drinks when needed... if youâd like I can remove the blood from your shirt?â










