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Auction [just for stupid]

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave

Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.

Autumn huffed. “Fine. One day. You want anything, /anything/, you gotta ask for it, or get it yourself. After that there better be plans for the next week.” She came and knelt before him, putting a hand under his chin and lifting it, examining his face. “You better be worth all this effort is all I gotta say. You look like a waste of money to me.”

When she pulled his face up and told him he was a waste, he shut down. He just stared at her with dead sort of eyes and murmured a low, “Then sell me back.”

“Can’t. You’re already free. Won’t. Nobody goes back.” She rocked a step back and folded her arms. “Find your spirit.”

“I’m broken beyond repair, don’t just try to fix me now that you think you know everything.”

thearchoncode:

iamthefirechild:

thearchoncode:

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“I never said anything about fixing you.” 

“Oh, no, of course not. I forgot. You don’t actually care about anyone.”

“What is this about? I never said that.” 

“Oh, you very much did. Something about, effectively, the needs of the many outweighing the needs of the few or something. Basically, you only give a damn about humanity as a whole, not any personal elements of it.”

clxustrophxbic:

                      ( + open. )

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hes stressed out, and its obvious.       he only does
that thing with his fingers when hes   s t r e s s e d.
loud  SNAPS  of fingers and  CRACKS  of knuckles
echo  through  the  room   as  he  paces  the  room.
his footsteps are even,    but his heart rate is not
IF they can hear that its not obvious,         because
nobody seems to stop him from his nervous antics.
but,      that BACK and FORTH pattern of footsteps
and fingers should be annoying someone,   right??

“Can you stop that already? I’m trying to study here, and you’re making it really hard.” As if the frustrations rattling in his head weren’t bad enough, he has to express them physically? With a huff, she closes the book over her pencil and half-turns in her chair to stare at him. “You want to tell me what’s wrong, or are you just going to drive me up the wall til one of us snaps?”

the Tale of Sir Isaac

lycanthropelahey:

iamthefirechild:

The seneschal executed a brief bow and withdrew, leaving the bedroom door open but closing the door to the outer chamber. After a discreet few moments a young boy, hardly more than ten, opened the door cautiously. “Milord? I’m supposed to help you dress … “

Dressed in his undergarments as he attempted to find the remainder of his clothing, Isaac whirled to face the small child hovering in the doorway, and he regarded him with pity. “I’m mostly done, child, but thank you all the same.” He flashed him a polite smile and then frowned. “But if you could help me find my clothing, that would be much appreciated?”

Silently, the boy pointed to a shirt draped over the firetools, then knelt to reach under a chair. He reappeared with Isaac’s breeches and an expression that suggested he thought Isaac was a bit slow.