#kian01

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @kianmarq​ when: as the power goes out, oct 1 where: the beach

Jacqui had quickly found the beach one of their favorite places on campus to slip off too when it was quiet, for some time for themselves - headphones in, volume all the way up, more often than not a joint in hand (and if not, definitely their vape). It was exactly where they found themselves, sprawled out in the sand just beyond where the dim lighting of the path stretched. Even looking up at the stars in the dark sky, that were just starting to peek out, Jacqui sensed the flickering of the lights, their head turning towards the now-dark path in curiosity. They particularly enjoyed that the beach was mostly empty, but there had been a couple other students milling about last Jacqui checked, their eyes scanning over the dark beach to try and pick out the form of another person. Not seeing anyone immediately, Jacqui bounded up to their feet, joint tucked behind an ear, already shaking their head. “Nope, nope, this some horror film shit,” they said out loud, looking for their phone to turn on their flashlight. 

[uncagedwolf]

Just like a cat. Thats what Bryce had always teased her with when he found her seated in direct sunlight with her eyes closed, much like she was now. Eden wasn’t much for socializing during outside time, and she had yet to brave the city during those few hours the slaves were allowed to roam. Out in the yard though, she could lean back and enjoy the sun, focusing only on how the warmth of it spread trough her body and reminded her of far simpler, happier times. But then came the familiar prickling at the back of her neck which after years of being stared at, in homes, on the street, by boys and men alike, told her that she was being watched by someone. Opening her eyes, with a sheen of annoyance in them, she located the starer. “Can I help you with something?” 

@kianofashes

[uncagedwolf]

Her hands were shaking from the moment she left the chateau.. and almost fifteen minutes later, after walking across town to the address she had been given by the guards, Josie’s hands were still shaking. Coming to a halt in front of an unknown door, hiding an unknown fate, she had no idea how to prepare herself for what was to come. But she needed to calm down before she knocked, if not she was scared she would say something wrong without intent and make things worse than they needed to be. Closing her eyes, she tried to recall what her favorite spot on the veranda back home had both looked, felt and smelled like. How safe she had felt sitting there. How at ease with who she was and what her future would be like. Certainty was what she missed, but could no longer have. Opening her eyes, the blonde was about to knock on the door, when the wood flew open, revealing a broad shouldered male with ash blonde hair. Josie flushed a deep crimson. “I am so sorry sir I ahm.. was about to knock. I’m Josie Blackwood.. you.. you requested me.” Apart from that first initial glance, her eyes were glued to the ground as she spoke, folding her hands in front of her and squeezing them tightly together in order to stop the trembling that had picked up again. 

@kianofashes

[uncagedwolf]

Her eyes shot up in momentary surprise. It was not that it was unheard of, but neither could she say she’d met many who had chosen their name for themselves. Somehow learning this, and partly assuming he no longer had any family or parents, made her respect him a bit more. To Athena, her drive and fuel came from the love she bore her family. She could scarcely contemplate living in a world without them, even if they had to be separated. “For an ancient guy, you look real good.” She notes meaning it as a compliment, not trying to hide the slight note of awe in her tone.

“Yes she was. Another Greek goddess, though fortunately my parents weren’t cliche enough to give us names on the same letter or that resembled each other’s like some parents of twins do.” While she might like him and find that his company was enjoyable, there was no way Athena would name her sister to any master, mistress or elder in this town. Gaia were safer if her identity was completely hidden from others. She thought she caught a glimpse of him smiling. The comment did little to ease her weariness and nerves, though it was nice to be somewhat understood. “I had to steal one of these death traps for a disguise once.. Nearly drove over a cliff to sudden death. Suffice to say I’d rather walk or run..” Her reply came out a little gruffly, in between embarrassed that he’d noticed her unease and hopeful that he might drive a bit more vigilantly knowing of it.

thosewildhearts·:

Athena nodded, finding that she was curious to see if he suited his name or not. “Names say a lot about our parents intentions and hopes. But are you though? Ancient?” She smiled, that playful spark back in her eyes. It was rare for any master or mistress to take the time to converse. Most seemed solely focused on their needs, not deeming slaves worthy of conversation. Which made life rather dull, or so she thought. “Yes it is. And my mother did name me for the goddess. I was born first, they didn’t expect twins so I was named first.” She shrugged a bit, putting on her seatbelt and trying to make it seem as if she was more relaxed than she actually felt once the car started moving.

“I chose my name,” He admitted, “I was younger when I chose it and even then I was old. In truth, I’ve lost track of just how many years it’s been.” Especially after disappearing for many years and drifting. “I suppose that in itself is an answer to your question.” His words were less playful than hers but the fact he was revealing such things was rare and he wasn’t hiding from conversation.

“Was your sister named after a Goddess too?” He asked after a moment of contemplation - he had thought to just ask for the name but doubted she’d trust him with it. That was a secret he would allow her to keep. He watched her buckling her seatbelt and tried to disguise a smile at her front. “I don’t particularly like travelling by car either.” He told her, even though he had no clue why he was admitting it to comfort her.

[uncagedwolf]

Athena nodded, finding that she was curious to see if he suited his name or not. “Names say a lot about our parents intentions and hopes. But are you though? Ancient?” She smiled, that playful spark back in her eyes. It was rare for any master or mistress to take the time to converse. Most seemed solely focused on their needs, not deeming slaves worthy of conversation. Which made life rather dull, or so she thought. “Yes it is. And my mother did name me for the goddess. I was born first, they didn’t expect twins so I was named first.” She shrugged a bit, putting on her seatbelt and trying to make it seem as if she was more relaxed than she actually felt once the car started moving.

thosewildhearts·:

Athena has never been the shy type. Unlike some of the girls in these cells who cowered and shied away from eyecontact she sought it out. The eyes were the way into the soul, or so her mother had always insisted. When he gave her an actual name, the wolf’s curiosity increased. “Is that Irish?” She asked mildly conversational. The sight of the car was one that made her tense, if only a fraction. Her experience with cars were limited, and not all that pleasant. Still she pushed her reluctance as far down as it would go, unable to hide a smirk when he held the door open for her. Sometime in the near future, this amicable illusion was bound to break. But she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

“The English variant of Cian. Means Ancient. It’s a Persian name too, meaning king, or realm.” The phoenix explained, rather than shutting down the conversation. He shut the door behind her once she was in the car and walked around to his side of the car, settling into the driver’s seat. “Athena is Greek, isn’t it? Were you named after the goddess?” He asked as he pulled out of his space to start the journey back to his home.

[uncagedwolf]

Athena has never been the shy type. Unlike some of the girls in these cells who cowered and shied away from eyecontact she sought it out. The eyes were the way into the soul, or so her mother had always insisted. When he gave her an actual name, the wolf’s curiosity increased. “Is that Irish?” She asked mildly conversational. The sight of the car was one that made her tense, if only a fraction. Her experience with cars were limited, and not all that pleasant. Still she pushed her reluctance as far down as it would go, unable to hide a smirk when he held the door open for her. Sometime in the near future, this amicable illusion was bound to break. But she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

thosewildhearts·:

The werewolf generally found it difficult to locate her somewhat playful or witty nature when locked up in a cage. Her reclusiveness and mirthless attitude was heavily affected by her current situation, leaving her darker than she had been before she was captured. Even killing her father, which had been both hard to do and haunted her afterwards, had not killed that more lively spirit. Captivity had though. The endless days in here had. It felt weird that this master should, after such a long time, bring it back out in her. Athena kept her grin, finding that for once she only felt curiosity, not apprehension or annoyance, about what might happen now. Once the door was locked, and she could step outside, the shewolf did so. His outstretched hand momentarily threw her for a little loop, a flash of surprise crossing her features. Still she took it, once more in between curious and feeling it would be somewhat rude not to. “Not that names are important here, but mine’s Athena. In case you care to know.” 

He lead her out of the building, glancing over at her when she offered her name. Kian nodded a little before offering her another rarity, “Alright Athena. I’m Kian.” He could probably count the amount of times he’d offered a slave his name on one hand, perhaps two – it certainly wasn’t more than that, even in all the years he’d been in the city. He took her to his car, fortunate that he had driven it when he preferred other methods of travel. Almost gentlemanly, he opened the passenger door for her and gestured her in.

[uncagedwolf]

Eden wasn’t entirely sure what he got out of this cross examination but she knew by now that the longer the conversation lasted, the longer the physical aspect would be postponed. So she figured it was in her best interest to play along. “Spread eagle a couple of times, once with handcuffs to the headboard.” She replied with a small shrug as she went inside the room. The dimmed lights made it a little bit challenging to make out his face, though she wouldn’t mind it once her clothing was supposed to come off. Coming to a stop in the middle of the room, Eden tilted her head in thought. “I started giving BJ’s at ten, so I’d say I’m pretty well versed in those. Had some sex outside, though most of my experience comes from being with my boyfriend who was a vampire. He’d bite and feed from me during sex. Other than that we weren’t overly kinky. Just some bondage, oral and a little ass play.” Eden didn’t think much of what she had shared with her boyfriend made her experienced. Mainly because it couldn’t really compare. He’d been her best friend, her everything. Being naked around him, giving herself to him, has been almost as natural as breathing. While being stripped and fucked by a bunch of strangers were incredibly unnatural and impersonal.

thosewildhearts‌:

Eden tried not to consider any of the scenarios that might follow. A week ago an interaction like this would have left her paralyzed with fear. Now she was able to stay calm for a lot longer, trying to accept the fact that this was a part of her new life no matter how much she might resent it or wish to leave it all for good. Once out of the cell she simply followed the master, keeping her mouth shut like she had reminded herself to do. Until he asked her a question that is. “Yes, a couple of times before, in my previous life.” 

Kian nodded a little, opening the door and gesturing her in ahead of him. “How were you tied up? How did you go?” He asked her, pulling the door shut behind her and putting the lights on dim. He preferred it that way. He didn’t mind her drawing reference from her past life, as long as she was adjusting to this one. “What else have you done?”