RESERVED FOR ▶ PM for permission to join. Odin Cypress, Ian Cypress, Acacius Griffith, Ruven Trisleth.
SUMMARY Odin brings home the first slave he ever owns, so Ian decides to visit to get to meet the new addition to Odin's household. He also wants to catch up since he hasn't seen his brother properly since his release from prison. Unfortunately, after Odin has a fit he kicks everyone out of his apartment where he's left alone.
Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2016 5:32 am
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Odin glared over his shoulder as he stepped onto the subway. He didn't exactly spend a proper amount of time picking out his slave. He walked into a shop and pointed out for the first one he saw. After rudely slamming his father's credit card onto the front desk and filling out the paperwork, he walked out with the elf having no choice but to follow behind as he took off onto the streets. He didn’t know how to interact with the elf. Between the two, Odin was supposed to be the one who had his life in order. Rudely, he didn’t ask for it’s name. It’s not like it mattered anyways since Odin was allowed to change the name if he wanted. What would the elf do? What could the elf do? Nothing. A series of replacement names began to circulate through Odin’s head as he stared at the other male: Usleess, a*****e, Person I Don’t Wanna Own, Idiot, Moron.
After glaring at the dark haired male a few moments, Odin turned his attention back to the phone in his hand. His father had to buy him two within the last week. After his release from prison he was given one to communicate with them… But three days in his phone had been smashed to bits on the ground in Central Park. He had to make up an excuse that wouldn’t make himself look like a complete idiot. So, instead of admitting he’d already gotten into trouble and got into a physical altercation that would’ve broke his parole, he said he thought something was malfunctioned in his phone and he tried to open it up himself. Breaking it himself on accident sounded a hell of a lot better than someone stomping on it.
[ Odin ] I’m heading home. Got a credit card. Let’s get trashed.
[ Ashie ] that’s what i like to hear. ill bring sum s**t ull love.
[ Odin ] Bring coke. I need coke.
[ Ashie ] I dont got coke. I do got some addy tho Want me to bring 30’s?
[ Odin ] yea perfect. thanks.
After he texted his old friend Ashie, he went back into glance at old texts that he hadn’t had a chance to read yet. Ashie was more important. Drugs > Drugs > Drugs > Family > Sometimes friends. You know, just priorities and all. He scanned through a few messages from his mom asking about the slave shop, giving advice about what races she thought would benefit him most, and asked for pictures and s**t. She was acting like she wanted to be there with him. Odin snarled at the thought. Next one was from Ian, which by the way, DID HIS ******** FATHER ALERT THE WHOLE WORLD HE WAS BUYING A SLAVE TODAY? ”s**t.” Odin muttered under his breath. Last person he wanted to deal with was Ian and his little boytoy. Whatever the ******** that slave’s name was that acted like his shadow. He turned the phone screen off and glared out the windows at the subway tunnels they were flying through. He felt himself growing more tense as they arrived near his station. Once they got off the slave he just bought would know what a shitty area he lived in. The elf would think Odin was pathetic. Everyone would think Odin was pathetic. He’d hardly touched much since he arrived home too. They’d all see what a disgusting slob he was. Eventually, the subway stopped. Odin nodded towards the slave. ”Get off.” He demanded coldly as he kept his eyes towards the ground. Once he stepped out onto the subway the overflowing trash bins and graffiti made it apparent that Odin wasn’t from a nice neighborhood. In fact, once he stepped up the stairwell leading onto the main street the flickering street lights and old buildings made it apparent that the area wasn’t great.
From the subway station, Odin’s apartment complex was only a few alleyways away. He weaved through some buildings, walking about a block through a small paved streets that most cars couldn’t fit on. The stones were uneven and when he arrived to the old blue chipped door, a nasty scent hit his nose from the trash bins pushed off against the building. Old vines were growing up the building since it wasn’t maintained very well. Odin slammed the blue door open and began to move down a hallway. When he got to the stairwell the male nodded up the first flight. ”Move.” He told the elf, placing a hand in his pocket as he waited for his new slave to start walking up before him. Three flights of stairs later (that were littered with candy wrappers and discarded cigarettes) Odin was pulling off to the side and moving in front of his apartment: 3C. He reached for the necklace that hung from his neck and pulled it up, his key dangling from the end. He knelt down placing it into the keyhole and unlocked the door.
Crush.
The door hit against god-knows-what on the other side and Odin had to kick the bottom of the door to get it open completely. When he stepped inside he saw a pile of clothes found it’s way in front of his door. In fact, when you moved inside it was difficult to see most of the floor at all. The place was filthy. Old plates and dishes that he never washed laying around the apartment, an old TV that hardly worked was sitting near the foot of his bed. A fan sat on the hardwood floor that was knocked on it’s side and boxes, journals, tissues, broken iPods and old phones, and even water bottles littered everywhere else. Odin turned his head and glared at Ruven, knowing he felt humiliated that he needed to share such a shitty living space with the other male. Could he fake it and claim he liked it messy? Could he act like this wasn’t even his house?
”My main home is in another country. I just rented this shitty place from my younger brother while I’m in town.” Odin immediately began with his lies. ”So whatever. Enjoy this pigsty. Still better than what you deserve.”
▄▄▄◄ PROFILE ODIN IS RETURNING HOME WITH RUVEN, THE NEW SLAVE HE JUST BOUGHT. ◄ SUMMARY RUVEN TRISLETH. ◄ COMPANY HOME SWEET HOME. ◄ LOCATION
Ruven was resting his back against the farthest wall of his cage with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. His feet planted firmly on the ground. Every time a potential buyer came in to take a look he would watch them without being too obvious about it. Since he was never put up for sale before he was curious about everything: the slaves, the customers and even the system in general. Ruven didn't have time to get bored or make an actual option about the place though. After all, today was the day that his first owner purchased him.
The Elf peered through his messy dark brown locks as the guy that came in took one quick look at him before he paid in an aggressive manner. Ruven was freed from the cell he was in as the other filled out all of the paperwork. Then the guy left without uttering a word. Knowing there was nothing to do but follow--that's what he did.
The first time there was any type of interaction between them after they left the shop was when the other male stepped onto the subway. Of course he followed; but he also stared right back at his first owner without revealing any type of emotion in his facial features. A glare wasn't going to bother him after all: it did raise a question or two though. He didn't look away until the man turned his attention to his phone. Ruven made it a point to keep tabs on their surroundings as soon as they left the shop--the subway ride was no different. It wasn't until the other man uttered a particular word that he looked back in his direction. Apparently he didn't like what he saw on his phone; but the Elf wasn't about to ask what was wrong since it was none of his business.
The first words spoken to him was an order--they had to get off. Ruven followed just like he had before while taking in the scenery. It was obvious that they were in a bad part of town. The buildings seemed to be crumbling away, trash littered the streets and half of the lights didn't seem to work that well or even at all. Not to mention the rank smell that hung in the air--especially in certain areas. At no point in his life has he been to an area quite like this one. It was absolutely disgusting. The guy that bought him gave him a bad first impression and their trek to what he probably called home was not any better.
It didn't take long for them to arrive at the building that housed the apartment he had to call home now. Of course it didn't look very promising--definitely a sign of what was to come. Another curt order was given when they reached the stairwell. Ruven made his way up first while making sure not to go too far by being aware of what the other was doing behind him. Not once did he look back though. Instead, he paid a little more attention to the way the man moved by listening to the sounds he made. Three flights later they made it to his apartment and the Elf waited patiently as his owner unlocked the door.
The fact that the door opened the way that it did was not a good sign; but by now he was prepared to see more of the same. Ruven took a moment to glance around before focusing on the floor--wherever it was. He made it a point not to step on anything whether the other guy cared or not. Somehow he managed to find a somewhat clear section of the floor and planted himself there for the time being; although he wouldn't dare sit down. That's when the glare came. From the way this guy was acting it made the Elf feel like he didn't want to purchase a slave in the first place--especially after the glare at the beginning. This one seemed more of a 'you better not say anything about the mess or I'll kill you' type of glare though. Which was of course followed by a string of words that seemed like just an excuse. Whether it was true or not didn't matter. The fact was that the place was filthy and he didn't seem to be purchased as a maid based on what was said just now.
Ruven ignored the part about deserving while taking in the bare bones of the studio apartment. There was a tiny kitchen with a big enough table for two and a bed. That was the part he was most concerned about. He had a feeling that he would be given the floor that had absolutely no space to sit let alone lay down on--and there was no way he was going to be sleeping on filth. It wasn't long before his eyes rested on his new owner.
"Why did you purchase me?" He asked as he crossed his arms right under his chest. "To clean up your life for you?" Ruven didn't think that was the case; but based on what he experienced so far the guy probably needed some serious help. It might have been better to ask in a more polite way though. Only time will tell if he will get the information he desires in response.
Although Ruven was not pleased with his new situation he really just wanted to know what his purpose was supposed to be. That's why he never made any indication that he was appalled at the state of the apartment. There were more important things to address at the moment anyway. "Are there things I should be warned about? Rules to follow? Things like that." He didn't bother to inquire about whether they would exchange names or not. It didn't matter really. The Elf would find out his owners name sooner or later.
LOCATION: His new home with his owner. What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 10:55 am
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Hatred was one of the only two emotions Odin really felt he had anymore. His emotions seemed to range from angry to not-angry. He either hated someone or he didn’t care about them. The 28-year-old lied to his therapist a lot. Bringing up old emotions he thought maybe he remembered. If she knew how ******** depressed and pathetic he really was he’d probably be given tons of medication to try and help make him remotely normal. Odin knew that. He knew he was ******** up. He knew since he stopped drugs he didn’t think he’d ever go back to how he used to be. When you spent so many years of your life using drugs anytime you needed to feel anything than suicidal, you forget what real happiness feels like.
"Why did you purchase me?" Those words made the world freeze. Odin wasn’t sure how he was meant to respond. ”To clean up your life for you?" That one felt like a punch to the face. This slave didn’t think Odin had his life in order? That he was so pathetic he couldn’t even properly care for himself? With his brow narrowing, Odin walked closer to the slave and reached out grabbing the elf’s collar. He made direct eye contact, getting his first real view of the damned creature. Crimson orbs were sucked behind the elf’s eyelids with dark tufts of dark loose hair gently kissing against the elf’s face.
”Tch.” Odin snarled. ”Listen here you pest,” A pause caused a silence to heavily weigh throughout the room. ”I ain’t here looking for some ******** babysitter. My life is fine. That’s why you’re the one with the title slave and you you refer to people like me as sir. Cause my life is in order.” Odin wasn’t sure what else he could poke at the elf to try and get at the ******** mentally. The werewolf didn’t know the first thing about this other person. He tried to humiliate the slave but honestly how was he gonna accomplish that without straight beating the other male? Odin had no clue how to dominate over the elf. Ian was coming over soon too. He’d have to try to put on some fake mask. Slowly, Odin’s grip on the elf’s shirt collar loosened as he tried to figure out just what he was going to do. He couldn’t let Ian see his house in such a ******** disaster. The mess was so embarrassing that Odin hated walking through the door. He knelt down grabbing a pile of clothes and walked over to a door on the right side of the apartment.
”Take all my s**t and toss it in here.” When Odin opened the door there was a dark room on the other side. The small amount of light that creaked in only showed some cushions that were torn to bits, Odin wasn’t gonna let the damned slave dig around in there though so he made sure to only keep it open a crack and kept slamming it anytime he moved away from the door to grab another handful of trash. When Ruven asked about Odin’s rules he paused. A few tissues were in his hand as he tried to gather them up near the small trash bin that was overflowing. ”Rules?” Odin asked stupidly. Odin knew there were a number of things he should have been warning the elf about. He was a werewolf for starters. A violent and animalistic race that struggled to stay calm. A race that could easily kill the elf if he stumbled into Odin on a full moon. Of course he could also warn the elf about all his criminal charges and his prison sentence.
”Tch.” Odin let the familiar noise escape his lips yet again. ”Just shut up and listen to me or you’ll regret it.” The redhead made sure to say it as a threat, more than a heads-up. ”If you embarrass me in front of anyone I’ll shave your damned head and re-color your skull with bruises.” Odin stood up and threw the tissues back on the ground as he moved towards the small kitchen area and opened a cabinet looking for trash bags he could put the tissues and rest of the garbage in. He’d have to run outside to the dumpsters before Ian came in.
There was no way he'd be able to get this all done before Ian showed up, was there?
▄▄▄◄ PROFILE ODIN IS PANICKING AS HE TRIES TO CLEAN UP FOR HIS BROTHER AND ORDERS RUVEN TO HELP HIM. ◄ SUMMARY RUVEN TRISLETH. ◄ COMPANY HOME SWEET HOME. ◄ LOCATION
The questions he asked first did wonders. Whether the guy had enough time to answer the first one didn't matter because Ruven didn't think he would get an honest response. That was part of the reason he asked a followup question. The other reason being the state of the apartment. It has been said that a cluttered living space indicated that the person's life was out of control in some fashion. It didn't have to mean that their life in general was in complete disarray; but it was highly likely that a part of it was in shambles. The question was asked in order to get a peek at his new owners issues and how bad they might be--assuming the state of his apartment correlated with his life or even his mind.
Ruven didn't move an inch as his new owner quickly closed the gap between them. The main reason for this was because he already prepared himself for the reaction that was most likely about to happen. Of course he couldn't predict exactly what the guy would do in response; but he had an idea. The elf let his arms fall to his side as his collar was grabbed rather rudely. Again he kept eye contact--this time getting a good look into the soul of his owner. The heavy silence that hung in the air didn't faze him as he waited to hear what else the other had to say. What ended up coming out sounded a lot like defensive dribble as far as he was concerned. The lie about being fine and having things in order was weak at best. It was the perfect response to his question because it gave away so much. Even the jab at his slave status was telling; although a bit annoying. It was something he prepped himself to deal with though.
The confrontation ended rather quickly as there seemed to be more pressing matters to tackle. Ruven didn't utter a word as he adjusted the simple clothes, that were given to him in order to replace his own, so that they weren't disheveled looking from what just happened. Then the guy started to make an attempt to clean his place for some unknown reason; although he didn't think it had anything to do with him or the exchange they had just now. The elf still did what he was told even though throwing random items behind the door was just moving the clutter from one place to the other. While he worked as efficiently as he could, he noticed how the man made it a point to shut the door every time he stepped away. It was definitely a strange thing to do since it made the process more complicated than needed. It just didn't make sense unless there was something to hide. Of course the elf wasn't going to investigate; but he did make a mental note just in case.
While Ruven waited for any rules to be laid out he continued to help as best he could. At least there would be more room on the floor when they finished. Unfortunately the only demand he was given was to follow orders. It was a good thing to know: don't piss him off and do as he says. Simple enough yet not really. There are a ton of things he could accidentally screw up because he was never told not to do or say a particular thing. He was probably going to make mistakes without realizing it and find out the hard way just because this guy didn't want to reveal absolutely anything. Although Ruven wasn't about to worry about walking on eggshells, he definitely wasn't going to do something that was likely to enrage his new owner: like take a peek behind that door. It's not like he cared what was there at this point in time anyway.
Ruven switched to picking up the random dishware that scattered the area. The least he could do was put them in the sink since they could be washed later. He also gathered some random pieces of actual trash and put it in a plastic bag or two that was lying around. After the dishware was safely put in or near the sink, he grabbed the bags of trash he collected and spoke up again. "Did you want me to take the trash out to the garbage bin?"
LOCATION: His new home with his owner. What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 5:44 am
"... I think my hands are shaking." Ian said with a nervous laugh escaping his lips. He stared down at the sweatshirt tightly held between his hands before he slowly slipped an arm through. "I like... I dunno." Hell, even Ian's voice was shaky. "He didn't respond so like maybe he won't even be there. He wouldn't ever respond to me when I wanted to visit him in prison or anything you know? So I mean it's probably maybe the same thing now. I dunno why mom and dad are sending me to see. I'm scared he'll just tell me to ******** off or like..." Ian's eyes slowly dropped before he shook his head. "He'll want to see me, right?" Ian's head turned to look over at Acacius. After exchanging a hesitant stare, Ian quickly slid his sweatshirt over his head and pushed his second arm through. "How do I look? Do you think he'll like it?" The 24-year-old glanced down at his sweatshirt and quickly ran his hands down the front trying to make sure no wrinkles were showing. It was probably pathetic. Ian sitting there in his room for half the day trying to make sure he looked nice for his brother as though he were trying to wine and dine the other male. He inhaled a large breath before reaching down grabbing his messenger bag. He tossed it over his shoulder and glanced at his phone for the millionth time trying to see if Odin responded yet.
Nothing.
"This is it. We should get going." He said softly sharing another timid smile towards Acacius. He lead the way as they began to move towards the closest subway station. His apartment was nice. His father wanted to support Ian financially until he finished school. Odin on the other hand... Odin's apartment wasn't in a nice part of town. Their parents didn't want to give him another dime until he got his s**t in order. After Ian and Acacius got on a subway Ian took a seat and sat there rather quietly as a lot of thoughts kept building up under his surface. "You know just before he to prison he knew he was in a lot of trouble." Ian made sure to avoid eye contact as he tried to share his memory with Acacius. "We were both staying at our parent's place. It was during those two weeks. He came into my room one night and started yelling at me." Ian knew Odin would hate him for telling Acacius, but he knew his best friend in the world would keep the secret. He had to. Acacius would never stab Ian in the back. "But then he started crying... I think maybe that's why he hates me so much. I don't think he's weak for it or anything. I'd be really scared too if it were me who had to go and stuff." Ian seemed to go rather quiet for another chunk of time.
Eventually, the subway made it's way to the west side of town and Ian hopped up from his seat, his forced smile going on his face again as he stepped off the subway and looked around at what a mess the graffiti and trash made the station look like. He glanced at his phone which was giving him the directions to Odin's apartment, which wasn't really too difficult since his home was just around the corner. As he approached the blue door his GPS alerted him that he had made it to his location. "This is it. Phew." He took a deep breath and then pushed Acacius's shoulder gently. "Man you open it. I'm too scared. You gotta." The apartment was so old it didn't even have a buzzer hooked up to it. They'd have to walk straight to Odin's door and knock.
He was trying to be brave. As he began to move up the stairwell and searched for the proper door number his breathing got louder and eventually Ian found himself standing right outside of 3C. "s**t s**t s**t." He whispered quietly. "I dunno if I can do this. Oh my God." He ran behind Acacius and put his hands on the elf's shoulders. "Help." He whined nervously as he hopped up and down a few times trying to hype himself up. He had no reason to be so nervous. This was his brother. His brother wouldn't be mad to see him, right? It would be good. He'd walk in and the other male would welcome him with open arms and his apartment would look nicer than Ian pictured and they'd live happily ever after.
● LOCATOIN Odin's apartment. xxx● COMPANY Acacius. xxx● FEELING Nervous as <******** class="spoiler-wrapper spoiler-hidden">
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 12:51 pm
Today is the day. Since Ian sent that text to his brother, he has been nothing but a bumbling mess of nerves. His anxiety is overwhelming and almost infectious, his slave feeling a bit nauseous and uneasy himself. However, that may be more out of his own uncertainty for the events that may unfold today. Acacius isn't afraid of Odin, even though he really should be. The slave is unsure of what the older Cypress might do, how he will treat Ian when they show up. The elf has had to watch his master worry over his brother for years. It's been excruciating and even frustrating for Acacius to just stand there and not be able to actually do anything. If he could could, he would tell Odin flat-out that he needs to care about his younger brother more. He would tell that b*****d that he needs to treasure those around him before he loses them. How could he take his family for granted like this? How selfish and absolutely disgusting.
At the sound of a shaky voice, Acacius looks up from his hands, which he has laced together to prevent from quivering. A gentle smile curls his lips, his conditioned response to situations like this. Soft blue eyes watch Ian fumble with his sweatshirt, and the elf wants to reach out and help the other. But, he knows how his master doesn't like that. The younger Cypress isn't fond of his slave doing...well, slave things. Thus, Acacius remains in the doorway, merely watching with that sympathetic look on his face. If he was strong enough, if he had the muscles and willpower, Acacius would do anything and everything to make Ian the happiest man alive. And when they make eye contact, the elf hopes that the other male can see the determination in his eyes as he nods reassuringly.
"You look great," Acacius finally speaks up. His tone is quiet, soft. He crosses the distance between them to reach up and adjust the hood of Ian's sweatshirt. The elf's smile broadens in an attempt to lighten the other's mood. He hates seeing his master so uneasy; he feels like he's failing as a slave.
As they head towards the door, Acacius notices Ian check his cellphone again. That frown tells the elf everything. Of course Odin hasn't texted back. He's probably relapsed, or got into a fight, or is preoccupied with some other illegal activity. "I'm sure Odin is just busy...watching TV," he offers with that gentle smile. Anything to try to soothe Ian's nerves, to make him happy. Without another word, Acacius follows his master out the door and to the subway. Their neighbourhood is lovely, a nice break from the dinginess of the rest of the city. The elf considers himself lucky to have come into the possession of the Cypress family. He was spared from the atrocities whispered of throughout Saxon City: the gangs, the drugs, the prostitution, the violence. The thought of how he could have easily ended up as Odin's slave in such a precarious position sends a shiver down Acacius's spine. He instantly feels bad for the poor soul that was bought by the older Cypress.
On the subway, Acacius listens closely to Ian's ramblings. His master doesn't usually speak about his past with his brother, probably fearing the consequences of revealing too much about Odin. So, the elf's eyes widen in surprise, his smile faltering a bit as the other speaks so freely on the matter. He remains quiet, noting how Ian doesn't look at him. Acacius waits until his master trails off before reaching a hand out to pat the other male's forearm reassuringly. The rest of their ride is silent, only the dull sound of the train passing through the tunnels between them. When they reach their station, Acacius follows Ian's lead onto the platform. The elf isn't quick enough to hide the look of horror that comes over his face at the sight of the litter and overall grimy look of the subway. He brings a hand up to cover his face, trying to push aside his disgust. The difference between this station and the one they entered at is like night and day.
Nevertheless, Acacius doesn't hesitate to keep close to Ian as they leave the subway and begin searching for Odin's apartment. The elf keeps close to his master, afraid of what may become of him if he ventures too far on his own. It's not long before they come upon a distinct blue door. Acacius furrows his brow in curiosity, waiting anxiously for Ian to open it. Instead, he feels a soft push on his shoulder, quickly whipping his head around to give the redhead a displeased frown. With a sigh, the slave complies and reaches for the doorknob. He leads them inside the building, evermore disappointed in the dirtiness of this place. Ian is first to walk up the steps, and the sound of their footsteps fill the nervous silence between them all the way up to the third floor. Acacius watches his master search for the right door, hearing his heart pound in the stillness. When they finally come upon the door, the pair stands in front of it for a moment.
And then, Ian ducks behind Acacius. The elf can't help the quiet laughter that comes from his lips from seeing his master acting so childish. Here he is, a small, slim elf with a lean, muscled lycan cowering behind him. What a sight they must be. Once his amusement subsides, the slave glances over his shoulder to give his master a comforting smile. He places his hand over one of Ian's on his shoulder, rubbing his thumb over the redhead's knuckles. "Calm down, Ian. It will be alright," Acacius reassures him. "I'm right here." After he hears his master's heart rate slow, the blonde nods and turns his attention to the door in front of them. With a steady breath, Acacius raises a hand and knocks his bony fist on the door. Surely Ian can feel his slave beginning to quiver as well now.
Odin continued to kick old clothes underneath his bed, toss trash into the other room, and sloppily line things up in his kitchen to try and make his apartment look less like an abandoned war zone and more like a... Home. He wasn't one for company. When Odin found a pile of empty beer bottles and cans hidden behind his microwave he had to hop up on the counter and began to toss the sticky cans and bottles to the floor. He'd pick them up and find some old bag that he could tie them up in. Later if he remembered he'd take the bag out to the trash. Then again, that's what Ruven was for wasn't it? His narrow eyes met with his elf who was still obediently cleaning. Odin slowly fell to his butt and let his legs dangle from his counter top next to the fridge. "Did you want me to take the trash out to the garbage bin?"
Oh. Right on cue. Odin just nodded his head slowly bringing a hand to hire temple. Headaches. He got them a lot. Hell, sometimes his cravings got so bad he'd do some humiliating s**t. In prison some of his fellow inmates had someone from the outside crumple up pills and spread them across a page to make them look like some kid's shitty drawing. If you were lucky enough to get a page you'd snort and lick at it to your heart's content until the edge wore off and prison was an actual tolerable place. Odin ate paper his withdrawals got so bad a couple times.
Knock knock.
"s**t." Odin slowly looked towards the door and quickly began to kick the bottles of empty alcohol underneath his bed as well. This was the best his place was gonna get, huh? He scanned the area to see it didn't really look too... Well, to put it nicely the place just looked dingy. Odin hopped off the counter and moved towards the door opening it up. The two idiots were standing out there, Acacius in the front with Ian standing behind with his arms crossed. "Yo. So what have you two dweebs been up to?" Odin muttered moving aside to let them in. As he turned back into his apartment he glared towards Ruven nodding his head. "Take the damn trash out." He ordered like a brute, trying to make it look like Ruven never offered and was just seriously neglecting their duties as a slave. With that said, Odin turned back to put his attention onto Ian and Acacius. Last time he saw his brother's slave he was having a really bad relapse phase. Hell, he could only remember a couple interactions with the elf. He didn't even remember that Ian's slave was an elf. If he did remember, he certainly wouldn't have gotten a second one of them.
Odin turned his gaze towards the kitchen. "Tch. Oh right. Shitty host already. You want anything to eat?" He asked the two new guests. With a yawn, Odin moved towards his fridge and yanked on the handle to see inside was nothing but more booze and some rotten fruit. A carton of milk was off to the side, but God knows how old that was. He quickly shut the door again. "I was thinking of ordering up a pizza for delivery or something. ******** it. I can bring you out later if you two want." By 'I can bring you out' Odin really meant 'I still have dad's credit card'.
But they didn't need to know that.
▄▄▄◄ PROFILE ODIN'S BROTHER SHOWS UP AND HE'S NOT VERY HAPPY ABOUT IT. ◄ SUMMARY RUVEN, IAN, ACACIUS. ◄ COMPANY HOME SWEET HOME. ◄ LOCATION
Ruven moved to pick up the bottles in order to put them in a bag when there was a knock at the door. Of course the sound caused him to look in that very direction. His new owner got rid of the bottles with a swift kick or two before answering the door. The elf watched as two men were soon to be revealed; but he didn't have time to analyze them much since he was ordered to take the trash out after a nasty glare was given. Instead of sending a glare back he picked up the rest of trash, shifted a few things in order to get a better grasp on the lot and headed for the door.
The dark-haired elf gave a simple nod to the newcomers as he passed by while being careful not to bump into them. Soon he was back in the hallway and started to make his way down the stairs. It was a bit difficult since he didn't have just one huge bag to contend with; but he would be fine if he just went down in a slow and careful manner. Everything was going well until he was close to the bottom. Someone appeared out of nowhere and bolted up the stairs without any regard for the poor elf; so of course he was bumped into. The person didn't bother to apologize and just kept going as Ruven lost his grip on one of the bags.
With a heavy sigh he made his way down the rest of the way while trying not to trip on the trash that littered the bottom of the staircase. Then he placed what was left in his arms gentle on the floor before he began to retrieve everything that was spilled just moments ago. When he finished he continued his task. The only problem was that he didn't actually know where the dumpster was; so he didn't know which direction to go when he exited the building. In the end he decided to put the trash down and find out where he had to go next before carrying everything around.
It wasn't long before he located the garbage bin and threw everything in. Then he made his way back up. When he got to the apartment he knocked on the door in order to give them a warning that he was about to come in. It might not have been needed; but he didn't feel like the place was home so barging in seemed wrong somehow. Regardless of whether anyone said come in he entered the place and shut the door behind him. Then he proceeded to walk over to the sink in order to wash himself off a bit. There was no way he was going to let all that filth seep into his skin.
LOCATION: His new home with his owner and two others. What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2016 1:45 pm
"Calm down, Ian. It will be alright, I'm right here." Ian shook his hands out taking in a deep breath.
"Augh. Sorry. Sorry. I know. I know. Geeze. I dunno why I'm so..." He glanced at the door and took another large inhale. "I'm sorry. I just dunno what he'll be like." Acacius understood, right? His slave knocked on the door, leaving Ian a few moments to quickly run his fingers over his sweatshirt again and adjust his hair before staring at the wooden frame. It didn't take long before the 3C was opening up, leaving Odin standing there. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as he watched the other werewolf. Odin almost looked normal. Almost.
"So what have you two dweebs been up to?" Dweeb? Ian bit down on his bottom lip and turned his head towards Acacius. s**t. He didn't want to say all he had going on lately was school and helping out with the family business. Before Ian had a chance to answer Odin was ordering his new slave around, telling the dark haired male to take out the trash. Ian's head turned to carefully trace over the ember eyes male. His points ears and submissive body language. Ian had almost expected Odin to get someone who was... Well, some ghoul or creature that was on the more aggressive side. It was hard to picture Odin with a slave. Ian pictured him more with some type of sparring buddy or something.
"I haven't been up to much." Ian finally responded. "It's been pretty boring for me." He lied. He didn't want to tell Odin all his accomplishments. He didn't want to seem like he was bragging. If he told his brother how hard he worked and what good grades he got last semester he was afraid his brother wouldn't be proud of him. Just annoyed. "Acacius has been with me though every step of the way. He knows how boring I am." Ian said with a small smile. He mainly wanted to get Acacius's name in because he wasn't so sure that Odin would remember it. He didn't want his slave to feel belittled or anything. Ian glanced at the door to see Odin's slave was still long gone. "I um..." Their father asked Ian for the favor. They knew Odin was incapable of caring for another person. "On full moons. Would you want me to take him for a few days each month around the full moon?" Last thing Odin needed was a murder charge for not properly caring for his slave because he lost track of the day or something stupid like that. Their father didn't want Odin's new slave anywhere near him on full moons. Ian needed to help out with that.
Ian glanced at Acacius. "You'd like the company anyways, right? Would be fun having someone else around sometimes." He wanted his slave to back him up. When Ian turned his head Odin was wandering over to the fridge and opening it up. Ian looked away his nose already telling him there was nothing good smelling inside. He slowly moved a bit closer to the bed off to the corner. Ian hated Odin's apartment. It was a lot worse than he pictured. Small. Stuffy. Sad. When he got close to the only closed door in the place he silently took in a few deep breaths. He really focused on trying to make sense of what was on the other side. There was one troubling scent mixed in with each breath he took. Hard drugs. Some type of hard drugs. Ian had to fight off the hurt expression trying to find it's way across his face. When Odin was in high school Ian had taught himself what the bad stuff smelled like. His mom encouraged it since he was the only one allowed in Odin's room. Sometimes they'd want him to steal it and give it to them so they could throw the drugs out and make Odin think he just misplaced the stuff.
"Hm?" Ian's head quickly turned just in time to catch Odin offering to bring them out. "Oh. For food?" He smiled and looking towards Acacius. "You hungry?" If the four of them left to eat it would mean they wouldn't be crammed inside Odin's depressing little apartment. That was something Ian loved the idea of. He'd go crazy if he had to spent too much time in this place. Ian glanced down at his phone. No new messages. He slowly began to type out a text.
[ Ian ] He's still using. I can smell it in the other room. Drugs. I dunno what type. What do I do?
He quickly deleted the text after it sent on his screen, worried Odin might get a glance at it sometime during the night. After he erased the evidence he sent to Acacius he placed his phone back into his pocket nervously waiting for Odin's slave to return to the room once more.
● LOCATOIN Odin's Apartment. xxx● COMPANY Acacius, Odin, Ruven. xxx● FEELING Nervous as <******** class="spoiler-wrapper spoiler-hidden">
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2016 11:32 pm
Even before Acacius hears footsteps behind the door, the distinct sound of empty bottles being jostled around reaches his acute ears. The elf cringes at the grating noise, but quickly recovers as he hears heavy steps approach the door. He has to appear confident and strong, for Ian's sake. He flashes his master another encouraging smile, trying desperately to dash the other male's nerves. At the sound of the door opening, Acacius whips his head back around to face the mountain that stands in the doorway. The elf's smile wavers as well as his poise. He shoves his hands into his pockets, balling his fingers into fists to control the emotions that suddenly swell inside of him. He wants to cower in fear, yet he wants to punch Odin in the face out of frustration, for making his brother so upset. Instead, Acacius merely stands there and tries his best to maintain a polite smile and neutral body language. He knows that the last thing he wants to do is provoke the werewolf.
"Good day--" Acacius begins to greet Odin, but quickly stops when he realises that he's being ignored. The slave's eyes dart to the object of the werewolf's animosity, a lean elf with crimson eyes and raven hair. The sight raises curiosity in the blonde, having expected Odin to purchase a more durable slave. There's no doubt that this quiet man won't last long in the care of the older Cypress. Still, Acacius can't help feeling sympathetic towards the other elf. Watching the dark-haired slave gather the trash and obey his orders compliantly, Acacius feels the urge to offer his assistance. However, he knows that his place is by his master's side, supporting him in this trying situation. The blonde has to fight the instinct to begin cleaning the pigsty that is Odin's apartment. It would certainly be rude to pick up the empty chip bags or dirty shirts littering the floor -- especially considering the place's volatile owner.
As Ian begins to speak, Acacius turns his head to face the lycan. A frown crosses the elf's face as the other male blatantly downplays his recent achievements. He knows what his master is doing, and he doesn't like it one bit. There's no reason that Ian should be so uneasy, so careful, so pathetic in front of his big brother. Odin should want to hear about Ian's good grades and awards and the sorts. Nevertheless, Acacius knows better than to speak up. It isn't his place to cause a scene between the two brothers. When his name is dropped, the slave puts on an obedient smile and nods. He's only doing this for Ian's sake.
When the topic of conversation turns a bit dark, Acacius lowers his head. He preoccupies himself with nudging an empty soda can with his shoe, wanting to disappear inside of that aluminum cylinder. He knows that Odin won't like Ian's offer, he'll probably get defensive for some stupid arrogant reason. The werewolf should feel grateful for such a caring brother, such a thoughtful family. Yet, here Odin is, still being the insufferable brat that he is. Acacius raises his head when Ian directs a question at him, and gives another reflexive smile. "Yes, of course," he speaks up quietly. 'Fun' isn't the world Acacius would use to describe monthly visits from a melancholy-looking elf...but he isn't opposed to the idea. The blonde wouldn't mind getting to know the other slave, he's just not sure if the feeling is mutual. Odin's slave seems a bit stoic, maybe too much so.
As Odin wanders off into the kitchen, Acacius's pale eyes follow his master. He can sense the anxiety still lingering in Ian, and as soon as the lycan begins walking around the room, the slave understands. Ian is searching for signs of drugs, since anyone that has ever had the joy of meeting Odin knows that he would never give up narcotics so easily. Acacius can feel his heart race, scared of how this will affect his master. He already knows that the other male's search will procure unsatisfactory results. Ian does an amazing job hiding his disappointment, but Acacius still catches it. He takes an instinctive step closer to his master, wanting to reach out to support the other male. However, it's obvious that Ian wants to pretend he didn't find anything, so he casually answers Odin's question and silently asks for his slave to play along; he does just that.
"Oh, yea. Food sounds great. I haven't eaten much today," Acacius replies, but he knows his opinion is unwanted. He just needs to say something to fill the silence, to make everything seem natural. Among the tension that fills the room, the dark-haired elf's return almost goes unnoticed. His knock falls on deaf ears, and his trek to the sink is invisible. Acacius feels like he should say something to the other elf, maybe introduce himself. But, he feels like it would be pointless since the other slave seems uninterested in him. Instead, Acacius turns his kind smile to Odin in an attempt to draw his attention. The last thing the elf wants is for the older Cypress to figure out that his brother knows what's going on. "What's good to eat around here, Odin? A good pizza place would be fine with me," Acacius goes on casually. He turns to face the other elf, not wanting him to feel left out. "Pizza sound good to you?" His tone is sincere, gentle. He needs to ease the atmosphere. When the elf feels his cellphone vibrate, he doesn't even check it, already knowing that it's from his master and what it says. Acacius flashes Ian a reassuring smile, the look in his face telling the other male that everything will be fine, he has it under control, he'll take care of everything.
When Ruven left Odin found himself more relaxed. If Ian or Acacius were gonna open their huge damn mouths then they could do it now and Odin could properly tell them to shut the ******** up. He wasn’t gonna let his slave learn that he was some massive ******** up criminal. Odin didn’t want to be anywhere close to the same level as that a damn slave. It was a nightmare thinking he had been close to ending up as one just a year ago. Ian went off stumbling around his words like an idiot. Odin just glared at the younger lycan. "I um..." The lycan finally said after explaining he hadn’t been up to much.
”You having a stroke the ******** is wrong with you?” Odin asked. And it was then that Ian brought up Odin shouldn’t have a slave in his home on full moons. ”Tch.” Odin had to think about it a moment. On the one hand, his brother was right. He couldn’t control himself. He was very likely to tear that elf to shreds. The poor slave had no idea what he’d be up against. The werewolf tapped his hand against his thigh a couple times as he tried to think of a way to say he did need the help. It was as simple as Yeah okay. Sounds great. But those words really struggled to come out of Odin’s mouth. Instead, he was stuck staring at the ground. He nodded his head half-heartedly then saw even Ian’s slave was playing along. Odin knew it was a ******** game. He just wasn’t sure if those two were playing the same game as him or not.
Ian was fiddling with his phone while Acacius was rambling off about how he’d love to eat with them. Leave it up to those two to turn this into some type of double date. It was probably around that time that Ruven made it outside to the dumpster and the man who jolted up the stairs knocking the trash from Ruven’s hand was just approaching Odin’s door. The door swung wide open without warning and the male flew inside throwing a handful of pills through the air as though they were confetti.
”DO I DELIVER OR DO I-” Ashie did a double-take as he realized Odin had company.
”You stupid ******** moron.” He growled towards Ashie. ”You already know I’m clean now.” Odin stood up and Ashie couldn’t keep a straight face.
”HAHAHA. YOU’RE NOT - YOU CAN’T POSSIBLY BE SERIOUS BRO?” He knelt down and began to pick up a few of the pills that were straggling behind. ”Chrissakes. Oh God.” Ashie wiped the fake tears from his eyes. ”Who’s the - Oh s**t. Issat lil’ O.D.?” He asked looking towards Odin’s brother. ”Whossat one?” He nodded towards Acacius. ”I’m Ashie.” The male said standing up and putting a hand out to shake the slave’s hand. ”I’m basically Odin’s best bro.” He bounced over wrapping an arm around Odin’s neck trying to get the werewolf into a headlock. It didn’t end well. Only took a few seconds for Ashie to end up back on the ground after Odin shoved the guy to the side. ”C’MON THAT’S THE THANKS I GET FOR HELPING WIPE BLOOD OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES THE OTHER NIGHT?” Odin facepalmed. Literally facepalmed. Ashie was ******** destroying Odin’s little act. Hell, the ******** moron was probably already high off his mind which was why he couldn’t shut his ******** mouth.
”He’s a lunatic. Doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Odin said waving his hand to the side. ”It’s all bullshit. Ignore his nonsense.” Ashie was creeping up next to Acacius wrapping an arm around the elf’s shoulder. He slowly began to slip his hand towards the elf’s mouth lightly pressing a pill against the other male’s lips.
”Leeeettsss just turn it into a party so it starts being less awkward.” He whispered quietly as he leaned his weight against the other male.
”WHICH BY THE WAY,” Odin said rather loudly as he glared at Ashie. ”FOR ******** IF SOMEONE WERE HERE TO GIVE ME A DRUG TEST AS YOU PULLED SOME s**t LIKE THIS.” Odin felt his temper just swelling up inside him like a tornado. His hands tightened around the pills that were probably covered in carpet lint and hairs. "I want everyone out. Now." His eyes narrowed as he pointed towards his door with his free hand. "I want everyone out of my ******** apartment." So much for keeping his cool for one night and having a nice time with his brother.
▄▄▄◄ PROFILE ASHIE SHOWS UP BLOWING ODIN'S COVER, AND NOW HE WANTS EVERYONE GONE. ◄ SUMMARY RUVEN, IAN, ACACIUS, ASHIE (NPC). ◄ COMPANY HOME SWEET HOME. ◄ LOCATION
Ruven definitely noticed the extra person that was in the apartment when he came in; although no one paid any attention to his return. It was the same rude guy that bumped into him on the stairs. Even though he was a bit preoccupied with carrying all the trash, the dark-haired elf still got a glimpse of the perpetrator. Of course he wasn't about to confront the guy. That would only make the current situation worse. After all, the vibe in the room was absolutely horrible. Apparently a lot happened during his short absence--and it wasn't good.
The dark-haired elf finished washing his hands and turned his attention toward the others. That was around the time that the rude guest plopped his arm around the other elf's shoulder. It seemed obvious to Ruven that the guy was high; but he had no idea what type of drug he took. It wasn't long before his new owner ordered everyone to get out of his place. That probably meant him as well; but first he had to deal with the main source of the problem since it seemed like the guy was in an oblivious land of happiness.
Ruven walked over to the door and opened it once more. "You heard him. Get out." He restated in a no-nonsense type of tone. His demand was directed at the oblivious retard more than anyone else. Of course the guy didn't listen and instead turned his attention toward Ruven. The man released the other elf and made his way over with a big grin plastered on his face. Then he started to utter something about being surprised to find another person lurking in the shadows. It quickly turned to him introducing himself while encroaching on the dark-haired elf's personal space.
Of course Ruven wasn't going to let him do whatever he wanted and took a step back as he smacked the others arm away with his forearm. This didn't deter Ashie in the slightest. It quickly became apparent that the guy wasn't about to listen to any reason. Not wanting to deal with the man any longer, Ruven decided to stop attempting to talk to him and ended up resorting to something a bit physical.
The dark-haired elf cupped his hands before slapping his palms over the other mans ears at the same time. The guy in question bellowed out in pain instantly. Any loose pills that where still in his hands fell to the floor before he instinctively reached up to cover his ears as if it would actually help. Ruven didn't waste any time as he quickly dragged the man out by the closest arm. When they reached the threshold he pushed Ashie's back so that he stumbled forward until he caught himself on the wall on the other side of the hallway. It was an easy task since they guy was a bit disoriented from the attack to his ears. The dark-haired elf never thought he would have to use such a technique. That's why he didn't research whether you could truly blow someones eyes out of their sockets and cause death if enough force was used. Just to be safe, he didn't attack at full force and it appeared to work like he had hoped. Of course he wasn't sure if the guy would have permanent damage to his hearing or not. Only time would tell.
With the annoying man out of the way, Ruven turned his attention back toward the others. He wasn't about to force them out because they were of sound mind at the moment. Not to mention that he might have chosen the wrong course of action by removing that guy in the way that he did. Still, his new owner did tell them to leave and the guy was not listening at all. Seeing as he had nothing left to do, Ruven made his way out into the hallway as well. If his new owner wanted them all out then that included him as well; but he decided to linger in the hallway just in case.
The dark-haired elf leaned against the wall next to the door and crossed his arms as he waited to see what happened next. This first night was turning out to be quite dramatic and he didn't like it. There was so much that he missed in such a brief period of time and if the first two left like they were ordered to he definitely wouldn't get any answers. After all, his new owner wasn't the open and honest type--he knew that much. Crimson orbs shifted to look at the poor guy that still appeared to be in quite a bit of pain.
LOCATION: In the hallway with with Ashie. What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2016 12:29 am
Before Acacius can deliver on his promise to make everything right, their little soirée turns into a full-on carouse. When the door slams open, the elf flinches noticeably, taking a step back as the strange man enters with guns blazing. This isn't how things are supposed to go. Wide cerulean eyes watch in horror as this heap of garbage chucks a handful of pills into the air, a big stupid grin plastered on his face. All Acacius can do is look over to Ian, trying to gauge his expression. No, no, no. This is all wrong. He turns to look down at the two grown men, now kneeling on the floor plucking the colourful pills from the filthy carpet like the repulsive druggies they are. Odin tries to make this all seem like an awful misunderstanding, his lies about his sobriety convincing absolutely no one. The guffawing that echoes in the dingy apartment makes Acacius's stomach churn. He clenches his small hands into bony fists. If he didn't have the patience and self-control of a nun, he would definitely be lunging forward at the werewolf. How could Odin do this?
It doesn't take long for Acacius to direct his anger to a more liable outlet. The elf knows that he could never do anything to Odin; not only would it upset Ian, but the werewolf could lay him flat in the blink of an eye. Thus, when the stranger stands and introduces himself, the blonde is quick to fix Ashie with his scowl. A lot of this is clearly his fault after all. Acacius doesn't move, only stands there with his fists at his sides and narrowed eyes staring daggers into the other male. Even when Odin tries to brush off his blown cover, the elf doesn't dare look at him. Just one more glance at his master's brother is all it would take to send him into a frenzy. Acacius can't even muster the courage to look at Ian. Instead, he tries to occupy himself by finally pulling out his phone to read the text from a few minutes ago. His lanky fingers quiver as he scribbles out a quick response.
[ Acacius ] It will be alright. I'm right here.
Those words feel like his catchphrase at this point. As soon as Acacius hits send, his ear twitches at the sound of someone coming way too close. Before he can jump away, the elf is caught in Ashie's arm. He lets out an actual growl, bringing a hand up to push against the other male's chest. "Let. Me. Go." Acacius hisses through clenched teeth, holding desperately onto his last shreds of compliance. He may be a slave, but he isn't just some plaything. When Ashie raises one of his hand to press a pill towards Acacius, he slaps away the other male's arm and nimbly slips out from his grasp. The elf takes a few steps backwards, towards Ian. He wipes his hands down the front of his sweatshirt as if he could remove the filthy stain that is Ashie.
As soon as Acacius stands next to Ian, his attention is drawn to Odin suddenly ordering them all to leave. If the elf wasn't fuming with agitation towards the werewolf, he would probably be pissing his pants in fear and scurrying outside without hesitation. Instead, the blonde only looks towards the door where he watches as the dark-haired elf violently escorts Ashie into the hallway. Good to see that druggie be put in his place. However, Acacius doesn't have time to be happy about justice being served. He turns to face Ian, furrowing his brow with worry. The slave can't stand to see his master upset, especially if he can do something about it. He wants to reach out and comfort Ian, hold him, pat his head, tell him that everything will be alright. But, Acacius can't do that right here. All he can do is stand at his master's side, only moving once he does.
When Ian was a child he had a rough time. Odin would steal his candy during Halloween. He would refuse to drop Ian off at school once he started driving unless he got in the trunk. His older brother was always wanting to wrestle and Ian got so use to being pinned down and beat up when he didn’t want it. Once Odin was pissed off Ian was playing on his Playstation so the werewolf grabbed the whole console and threw it outside on the driveway breaking the whole device. Odin said he’d rather it be broken than Ian touching his belongings. Odin’s anger issues made him an a*****e. His temper made him dangerous and violent. His drug addiction made him unpredictable since it was impossible to tell what mood he was in that specific day. The werewolf didn’t have many redeeming qualities.
After Ian offered to take Odin’s slave once a weekend he wasn’t given an answer. All his brother would reply was that stupid noise he made: Tch. Ian hated that. That’s the sound Odin made whenever he refused to answer the question. It was basically just a silent way to say <******** you.
When Ruven came back, another male wasn’t far behind. Ian had to stand there watching pills get thrown all over the place and then the guy was wrapping an arm around Odin acting as though the two were best friends. Ian felt a small pit of jealousy in his stomach knowing that had he ever tried that as a kid Odin would’ve beat the s**t out of him. He allowed Ashie to do it with nothing more than a shove. Ashie fell to the ground and then was quickly getting back up and moved towards Acacius to bother him. Ian didn’t like that. ”Hey man don-”
”Let. Me. Go.” Acacius was handling himself. Ian just bit his bottom lip. He guessed Ashie didn’t mean any real harm so Acacius could handle it. Ian was a little scared of offending Odin who was still trying to convince them it was all some misunderstanding. Hell, one moment Ian was watching his slave get touched without permission and the next he was listening to Odin having a conniption fit telling them all to leave. Ian’s mouth went wide as he watched Ruven help get Ashie the ******** out of the apartment. What choice did Ian have when Odin was giving an order like that? He followed the other three out into the hallway and slowly leaned against the wall after the apartment door closed behind them.
”Acacius.” Ian rubbed his nose before looking up at his elf. ”Should we go? We probably should. I don’t know why I agreed to come here. It was so stupid and I’m sorry for putting you in this awkward situation with…” He glanced towards Ashie. ”People who dunno boundaries.” Ian’s hand dropped and fell against the wall as he let out a deep breath. All he could do was gently rub his forehead with a troubled expression on his face as he silently gave a quick prayer hoping that Odin would change his mind and come outside and apologize for kicking him out. Ian just wanted to be invited back inside and have a normal conversation or go for pizza.
● LOCATOIN Odin's Apartment. xxx● COMPANY Acacius, Odin, Ruven. xxx● FEELING Nervous as <******** class="spoiler-wrapper spoiler-hidden">
