#alasdair3

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Gwyn perched on the end of his bed to watch Dair do himself up, hands around his own ankles with his legs crossed, eager to see what the nephilim chose. "Who better to spoil?" He teased, "I'd say you've earned it - and on your special day, besides!" The sith had always enjoyed throwing gifts at those he enjoyed, even if they weren't always as straightforward and crowd-pleasing as jewelry. Gwyn perked up at once as Dair turned to show off the full arrangement, a broad grin stretching across the sith's face. "Oh, wonderfully so." He beckoned enthusiastically for Dair to come closer. "What do you think, darling? Feeling more yourself now?"

The nephilim really hadn't expected to be gifted so much jewellery, gladly taking anything that Gwyn gave him before searching through it for the pieces he liked the best. He tried on each one that he liked, putting it them into little piles on the nearest flat surface with what fit him and what didn't. "You're spoiling me," he chuckled, turning to look at Gwyn as he slipped on a few rings, arranging them on his fingers before changing his piercings out for the white gold vines. "What do you think? Do they suit me?"

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Gwyn's face scrunched up even as he laughed, "You came to the wrong faerie for that! But luckily for you, I have several workarounds." And a few bits and bobs of actual silver, despite it all. There was something exciting about wearing something the sith knew would burn him so close to his skin. He decided to keep things simple though, for Dair's sake, fishing out a few small platinum hoops and a long dangling pair of delicate white gold vines, just in case the nephilim wanted to toy with being fancy. "Here, darling, pick through these." He presented his choices proudly, leaving them for Dair to rifle through along with the rings. "I want to see you done up to the nines."

Alasdair smiled at Gwyn's response to his question, enjoying the fact that he was one of the sith's favourites. Gwyn was one of his too. He was someone he just really enjoyed spending time with, whether that was hanging out or doing something a little more.. heated. "Oh, uh, silver. I'm a silver kinda guy," he answered, giving another grin. At least with some new clothes and jewellery, he might start feeling a bit more himself.

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Gwyn made an appreciative sound at the answer, giving Alasdair a firm nod. "We won't neglect those either then!" He'd been just about to dart off again when the nephilim voiced his question, the sith giving him a curious look that broke into a wide smile. "Not all of them, love," Gwyn winked conspiratorially, "Just my favorites." It shouldn't have been shocking to hear he had a bias for lovely Dair, he thought. They had welcomed each other to the castle, in a manner of speaking, and the slave had done little more than charm Gwyn ever since. "Now tell me if you like silver or gold better."

Whenever Dair was with Gwyn, it was the closest to feeling normal he thought he could actually achieve while being a sex slave at a castle full of supernatural creatures. He often forgot that's exactly where he was when the sith made him smile. As the rings were placed into his palm, Alasdair gave Gwyn a little grin before starting to go through them to see which ones looked good or would actually fit him. He lifted his eyes to meet the sith's again at the question about his piercings, giving Gwyn a nod. "Yeah, they are. Lobes and my right helix," he confirmed with a smile. "Do you do this for all slaves you meet?"

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It would've been impossible not to mirror Dair's smile back at him, Gwyn utterly charmed by the very innocent happiness on the nephilim's face. It brought out that angel-blood in him, sparkling in those emerald eyes. What a lovely sight to behold. "Gladly," He replied, emphatic, as he returned to the slave's side, "You see what a glut of options I have here, darling, I have to share them. And you make a perfect model." The sith took one of Alasdair's hands, turning it over so he could dump a small pile of rings into his palm. "Here, look and see if any of these are to your taste. Oh! And I couldn't help but notice your ears are pierced, is that right?" Gwyn raised a hand to brush Dair's hair back, peering curiously at one lobe.

Already feeling better in Gwyn's second hand garments than he ever had in the undercroft clothes, Dair happily took the jeans as they were handed to him, giving Gwyn a bright grin before changing into them. He felt almost normal, the outfit one that he would've definitely worn in his life before Krovs. "Thank you for this, Gwyn," he said, soft but sincere as he offered the sith a smile while the master looked around for some accessories in his drawers. As much as Alasdair hated it at the castle, he was glad to have found a few decent masters who didn't seem dead set on making his life miserable. "Found anything?"

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Gwyn resurfaced with a few pairs of trousers slung over his shoulder, beelining for Alasdair over the rough terrain of his room with a delighted smile. "Look at you! Very nice." He leaned in to peer into the nephilim's face, appreciating the strong green tone the color invited into the other's eyes. The material was silky, draping more finely than a basic t-shirt would and offering a more luxurious feel to the basic cut. "Alright, now the next step." He offered Dair the jeans he'd been able to scrounge, most darkly colored in their own right, one ripped practically to shreds in the name of adding a more grungy feel. "For all I own a little denim, I never seem to wear it. It would be much more just for these to find a good owner that will appreciate them." He eyes Alasdair speculatively, boot tapping before his face lit up again. "Ah! Accessories, of course!" And he was off again, fitting over to the chest of drawers his collection was sprawled over the top off.

One thing was for certain as he was guided through to Gwyn's boudoir, Alasdair didn't think he'd ever seen so many clothes in one place. Gwyn could've definitely given any small clothing shop a run for its money. The nephilim was both overwhelmed by choice and pleased that he was actually getting a choice. He grinned as he looked through different shirts and t-shirts, finding that he was drawn to blacks, greens and reds since he was sure they were the only colours that suited him. He slipped on a dark, emerald green shirt, liking the way it felt against his skin, and hoping it looked as good as it felt. "What do you think? You're the one with an eye for fashion, so I'll take whatever advice you have for me," he chuckled.

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Gwyn laughed immediately, "A dark-coloured shirt? You're in the right place. I'll spoil you for choice, my darling." And Alasdair was fun to spoil anyhow. He had this funny air of not expecting it even as he flourished with a little sweetness. "Come, come, follow me to the boudoir." The jacket was carefully perched on top of Dair's discarded sweats, Gwyn tugging the slave by the arm deeper into his suite where the sith's clothing all but exploded over every available surface of his room, a particular kind of chaos that only made sense to Gwyn. "Shoes we may differ too largely in size for, but try on anything you see that you like. Jeans, jeans..." He didn't exactly own heaps of denim, but the young master was sure he could find something amidst all the leather and plaid and set to rummaging through his horde for it immediately, leaving Dair to explore for himself.

There weren't many people at the castle that Alasdair actually liked, but he really did like Gwyn, and enjoyed his company which was incredibly rare for the nephilim. Once they were inside Gwyn's suite, Dair looked around, taking in his surroundings before his attention fell to the sith once more, smirking at Gwyn's orders. He would've stripped regardless, but it was amusing that the sith was quick to clarify the situation. "As you wish. Looking forward to the funny business later though," Alasdair chuckled, stripping out of his standard-issue undercroft clothing and tossing it on the sofa. "More than anything? A comfy pair of jeans and any dark-coloured tee," he said with a little shrug. "I like casual, I tend to spice things up with boots and a leather jacket."

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"Good," Gwyn beamed with satisfaction, more than happy to squirrel the pretty nephilim away with him for the night, "I had just an inkling, but validation is a lovely treat." A quick fiddle with his keys and the sith let them both into his suit, actually somewhat organized for the night, or at least with enough room for them to cozy up on the couch with an actual line of sight to the television.

Gwyn fluttered around Alasdair excitedly the second the door closed behind them, taking the new jacket for just a moment, "Strip for me quickly, darling, just toss those greys on the sofa. I want to give you the rest of your present," He realized the implications a second later, bursting out into laughter at his own words, shuffling off to the side with the jacket slung over his arms like a dutiful butler. "No funny business! Not yet. But you deserve some clothes of your own and I have obscenely many. What'd you want to have around to wear more than absolutely anything else?"

Falling in line with Gwyn's step, Alasdair couldn't help but smirk at just how extra the sith was sometimes. In the best way possible, of course. "Nothing to fancy is absolutely fine," Dair agreed, not wanting to be wined and dined in some fancy shmancy restaurant -- that just wasn't his style. The thought of being able to just chill at Gwyn's and order whatever the fuck he wanted was exactly what Dair was into. "Honestly? Doing fuck all in your room and ordering whatever I want sounds absolutely ideal," he said with a grin as they walked. "But you knew that already, huh?"

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"Twenty-six!" Gwyn exclaimed, his brows flying up as he looked towards the nephilim, "You must be joking. I know your kind ages fast, but that seems unreasonable." The sith was galivanting towards his third century rapidly and still barely felt like he'd dipped a toe into full adulthood. Then again, perhaps his circumstance was slightly stranger than a typical fae... "'Nothing too fancy', we can easily do," Gwyn said matter-of-factly as they walked through the halls, "Unless you want fancy?" He flashed Alasdair a speculative grin, "I can always bully us into dinner at some swanky place downtown. Is that more your style?" He thought not, but it was fun to tease the young man either way. "Because my plan was letting you order whatever you wanted up to my room and spending the evening doing very little at all. Your choice, of course."

Despite not expecting anyone to come and rescue him from the dreariness of the undercroft, Alasdair had hoped that someone would. The fact that Gwyn was the one to do it was just icing on the cake since he could relax around the sith. He smiled as he admired the feeling of the leather jacket, feeling better already despite still being dressed in the standard issue undercroft clothing. A little smirk tugged at Dair's lips as he looked at Gwyn, happy to go along with it when he felt the other's arm hook his own, the sith starting to lead him out of the undercroft. "I remember pretty much all of mine since this is only my twenty-sixth," Alasdair chuckled. "Usually just go for a meal with my parents or something, nothing too fancy," he explained. A lot of the time it ended up just being him and his father, but his mother made the effort to be around when she could. He couldn't help but think about the fact she was likely going out of her mind with worry since he'd disappeared.

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Gwyn was deeply pleased by the happiness that overtook the nephilim's face when he spied the sith. "Oh, one of them," He hummed, grinning as Dair slipped it on over the plain Undercroft greys, already looking better though the outfit was certainly not yet complete. They'd get to that. The jacket wasn't new, far from it, Gwyn had pried it out of his own pile of vintage after an exhausting hunt and known at once where it belonged. The leather was long broken in, soft and supple, and the young master looked exceedingly pleased with the effect as he smoothed his hands over Alasdair's shoulders. "Your wish is my command," Gwyn tittered, quick to hook his arm with one of the nephilim's and lead him up and out of that dreary little place, "How do you usually spend this day, my darling? I'll confess, I don't usually remember most of mine."

Alasdair couldn't help the way his face lit up when he realised it was Gwyn that had come to find him, a grin spreading across his features. Maybe his birthday wouldn't be so bad after all. Dair was still as hostile as ever with every other master, but he'd become fond of Gwyn in the few months he'd been at the castle. He smirked at the leather jacket in the sith's hands, getting to his feet and gently kicking away the stone he'd been using to etch the floor. "Is this my birthday gift? You shouldn't have," he teased, taking hold of the jacket before slipping it on, moving his arms and shoulder a little just to make sure it fit him.. which it did. Very nicely. Probably didn't go with his undercroft 'fit but he was sure he could sort that later. "That sounds like a great offer, lead the way. Get me the fuck outta here for a while."

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Gwyn whistled merrily as he wound his way between the dormitory beds on his hunt, not exactly going for stealth when the clomp of his boots or the jingling of the little chains dangling off the sith's beltloops would herald his approach from a mile away. He wasn't sneaking up on Alasdair this time either, though he did have a bit of a surprise in mind. "Now isn't that a sorry sight," Gwyn grinned toothily as he found his quarry, cocking his head down at the nephilim with a disapproving click of his tongue as he came to a stop by the young man's knee, "I could leave you to your art, if that's how you want to spend your special evening, or..." He trailed off with a little wink, dropping his arm from where he'd secured the leather jacket slung over his shoulder, holding it out with both hands Alasdair's way, "You can put this on and keep myself and the bottle of champagne up in my suite company for a while."

The longer Alasdair stayed in the Undercroft, the more defeated he felt; he was antisocial at the best of times, but felt even more so as he sat on the floor next to his bed, using his finger to trace patterns on the ground. He never expected to be spending his twenty-sixth birthday in captivity -- or any of his birthdays really. He'd made a few friends -- Gwyn and Seth, mostly -- but he didn't expect either of them to be free to come and drag him out of there whenever he needed them to.

Grabbing a piece of loose stone, Dair started etching into the floor instead, the shape of a birthday cake with some candles on before sitting back to admire his... fairly shitty artwork. He never claimed to be an artist. "Happy birthday to me, I guess," he muttered to himself before he heard some footsteps close by which caught his attention.

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