Toy Boy [closed]

[Desmona Eneas]

This would make Desi’s third trip to Castle Noir and each time was just as unsettling as the rest. It wasn’t the occupants or the décor that left the inklings of anxiety floating in her stomach. No, in fact, the castle had a lovely layout and the design was quite intricate and intriguing. But regardless of the amazing architecture or the entrancing scenery, it was not her home. It would never be her home. Therefore, asking Desmona to feel truly and utterly at ease was like asking a fish to trade places with a bear. Desi was as pure as a shifter could be, her pedigree easily marking her as a capable alpha. But while this lineage seems like quite an honor, and it is, there are some hindrances to the primal urges coursing through one’s veins. Such confining palaces of stone were suffocating to the caged beast within her and whereas she’d normally be running around barefoot, most perceived it as rude while in their own abodes as a guest. So, for the sake of her people and for diplomacy, Desi remained decently clothed even as a sense of claustrophobia set in while she walked along the narrow halls.

Step by step, the soft leather boots took Desi closer to a wide archway, a candle flickering just inside the entrance. Plush couches spread across the room, a desk situated in the far corner. An amused smile crossed her peach lips as Desi thoughtfully remarked that she had yet to see the Unholy King of the Unseelie use such a grand station for actual work. Even though business had brought her here, the agenda of negotiations and race relations never seemed to stay as the main topic of discussion. These types of meetings were common amongst the rulers of the handful of nations and they tended to occur several times a year when things were calm and collected. However, during times of crisis or of war, they were extremely frequent. Thankfully, this meeting was related toward the former. Next time, thought, Sir Walter Ebony would have to make the trek to Ivala where the shifter kingdom was situated. Rest assured that Desi wouldn’t burden the Unseelie King with hosting every whimsical visit. Although, she had to wonder if her kingdom unsettled him just as much as his unsettled her.

Crossing the threshold of the luxurious lounge, Desi settled into the familiar room. It had been one of the very few spaces she had seen in the grand castle, partly because she didn’t need the Unseelie ruler displeased with her rampant curiosity. Another fear was getting lost in these dreadful restrictive halls. She’d had to tear a hole in the precious castle stone simply because Desi couldn’t navigate herself back the way she came. Stopping in the entryway, Desmona peeked her head through the arch, scanning the room that appeared to be rather empty. Despite the vacancy, she called out anyway, “Wallie! Your butler just said go to your lounge, but…you aren’t here.”

[Walter Ebony]

&&body ,, flushed with heat as he rushed out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his mid-section with practiced ease as he spotted the clothes lying on the back of his couch within the bathroom walls. His grey-brown hair glistened with the moisture from the fresh shower as he heard a silent knock at the door- his butler. "Sir, Madame Desmona Eneas is here to see you as planned, I have sent her to the lounge". Walter grunted with ease as he pulled up each layer of clothing not caring how slowly he was going, his tight pants pulled up as high as need-be, which was unusually quite low, but he shook his head and picked up his reading glasses carefully placing them atop his face. He sighed and picked up his button up shirt- wrapping a studded belt through the belt loops in his pants. Quite the curious outfit for a king- but he didn't care either way. He chuckled and tossed open the door looking around the room for his butler or any curious on-looking maids. But of course. There were 2 of them, gasping and giggling. He smiled and held back an annoyed growl- tossing his shirt over his shoulder. His lean stomach showing evenly as it still dried off- his black and blue plaid boxers showing under the sagging pants, though not by much. 'Ah, Yes Michael, I do believe i forgot about this meeting. So excuse me-" his vocals were cut off my a coughing noise as his butler glared at his bare chest. Though all Walter could do in response was giggle.

&&before ,, Michael could say anything Walter grabbed his usual dog-tag necklace and called to his cat. He smiled as sock came padding behind him as he walked down the long hallways of his castle, the servants and guests staring at the half naked king almost fast-walking the halls. He chuckled once more as he found the room that the Lady was in, his head shaking once more to toss some of the water out of his locks. His smile bright and graceful as he peeked his head in as she spoke to no one. “Wallie! Your butler just said go to your lounge, but…you aren’t here.” He chuckled again, his vocals rich with the patience of a god- watching the slender female as she looked around the lavish room. "Excuse my tardiness Madame Desmona." he said- his young vocals rich and deep fro someone of his age and status. His smile was clear and ever-so-present as his thoughts whirled around how uncomfortable a pure-shifter must be waring shoes and certain items of clothing. With an elegant bow and an out stretched hand he scooped up Desi's hand and kissed it like any noble gentle men would and then parted without hesitation- though under different circumstances he probably wouldn't back away from a feast like a dog with its tail between it's legs. Walter Stiffed a chuckle and walked over to the chair smoothly, pulling his shirt down onto the lush couch and looking at the female fondly. He chuckled out-loud this time, not caring to hold it back as he remembered the fondness of his past with the female- thought she was about 700 times his age he still counted her as a childhood friend. But their encounters were few with timed intervals. He closed his eyes and plopped down on the couch- not caring about putting his shirt on.

&&walter's ,, vocals were rich once more as they filled the room along with the rich scent of his body-wash. "Well, Desi, have a seat- get comfortable, take off those rotten shoes. Relax for a bit, no one is eaves dropping." he said with a sick smile as he shook his head again. His back already straightened with an elegant posture since the age of 3, drilled into him by his dreadful mother that good posture was the ruling of a good man. But Walter knew that he was anything but a good man. From the many bodies that had accumulated down the chute to be devoured by his pets and ashen by his shadows, he smiled as he clicked his tongue, his watery green-blue eyes narrowing as he looked at the female in front of him. Long since knowing that this was no pleasantry visit- there was business behind the formalities and much more. Which was a constant tug-of-war in his mind as he sat, relaxed in his current chair- appearing to be late teens instead of mid-teens, with the arrogance of a king with a plate full of experience. He just smiled though, looking at the pure-shifter, wondering why the pure of heart did business with those who danced with shadows...

[Desmona Eneas]

"Excuse my tardiness Madame Desmona." The tone was rich with slight hint of something much darker lurking beneath those golden vocals. Such a familiar voice was comforting and Desmona looked up toward where he entered with a warm smile. And even has his cool lips pressed against the back of her hand in quite the noble gesture, they both knew it was all in formalities. Just as she wore proper attire to seem ladylike, he conducted himself as a picturesque gentleman, although Desi had seen things from Walter that would scare the hell out of people. But it was all in the nature of keeping up appearances. Being a ruler or a person of power was all about what you were capable of deep down. You may seem like the kindest sovereign the world has to offer, but when in the dark recesses of ruling there is always violence and terror. Always.

Parting from Desmond, Wallie settled into his usual relaxed position, his trademark feline trotting into the room after him. Bending down, Desi reached to pet the feline, a domesticated kindred spirit in her mind. The cat purred and instinctively she returned the greeting. Desmona giggled as she shared a moment with the animal, a silent joke passing between the two of them with Wallie as the punch line. Giving the cat one last scratch under its chin, she turned her attention back to her half-naked host, flashing him a look as if to chide him. “I still have no idea how you can walk around in this place like that and not get the flu on a weekly basis, you know,” Desi mused. Castles were known for being quite drafty and Castle Noir was no exception. The nurturing side of her always seemed to rear its ugly head whether she wanted it to or not and all she could think of doing was wrapping Walter up in a warm, fuzzy blanket. Although she didn’t quite think she was up to pushing her luck with such a task.

Following his pleasantries gratefully, Desmona plopped down on the nearest couch, sitting across from the Unseelie King. With a slight chuckle, she thanked him, “You know me too well. If I had my way, we’d be lounging outside in our under things.” Part truth and part joke, Desi recollected her own primal practices. Shifters longed to feel the call of nature without the restrictions of suffocating and confining clothing. Nevertheless, she was eternally appreciative of this small bit of freedom as she leaned over her bent knees to undo the laces of her boots. Threading her fingers through the strings, she tugged at the ties until each shoe easily slid off, wiggling her pink toenails in the free air, “Ah, much better!” Flashing a giddy smile toward her comrade, Desmona clapped her hands together, eager to get down to the boring banter of business. The time they spent with one another was always much more fun once they ceased to be bogged down by exchanged reports. Sometimes they gossiped or ate, while other times they’d play silly games. The Fae always had some interesting pastimes to share. Neither of them lived a dull life and Desi surmised that was one of the reasons they had gotten along so well. The Unholy King and the Alpha Lioness. Quite the pair.

As a guest, it was customary for her to do the honors for the host. “Ivala is doing well. We had a minor thread of bandit magi along the mountain trails, but that was easily handled. Thankfully, the Council of Magi had no connections to them. I’d hate to start a tussle of that magnitude. The bandits were, however, able to rob a few unsuspecting half-breeds,” she reported, ending her sentence with an ominous smirk. Desi had gotten rid of the thieves, but without a shred of urgency. Her distaste for the tainted blood of her people was well-known to her friend and she saw no point in hiding her hatred. Perhaps it was a minor abuse of power, but honest, who would stop her? And the tinge of corruption effortlessly found solace in the darkness of the king before her.

[Walter Ebony]

&&thoughts ,, and contemplations of the shifters blood bubbled in his mind as he dared to wonder what it tasted like. He longed to know what the blood of a shifter tasted like- a pure shifter, not the disgusting scum of a half-breed. the foul taste mixed with the tainted delusions of a human half. He looked at the female knowing her motherly side wanted to clothe him properly in the mansion which made him chuckle. He looked atop the female as she scratched Sock's chin, his vocals rasping deeply to the point which was directed at Desi and not Walter. The steady strum of his cats heart beat was heard in his ears as he listened to Desi talk until she finally got down to the bullshit they had gathered to discuss- thought they both knew it was done first to get it done so they could enjoy some random time. “Ivala is doing well. We had a minor thread of bandit magi along the mountain trails, but that was easily handled. Thankfully, the Council of Magi had no connections to them. I’d hate to start a tussle of that magnitude. The bandits were, however, able to rob a few unsuspecting half-breeds,” Walter glared at the ceiling as his strong jaw reclined backwards looking at the patterns tossed gracefully atop the castle ceiling. This was much to contemplate- the magi were getting bolder and bolder these days, and it wasn't something to talk about lightly. "Have you considered setting up perimeter watches? But how many of those foul half-lings did they take? We don't need your numbers shrinking any. As for the fact they didn't have any ties with the Magi council makes me wonder..." Walter's rich vocals stopped mid-sentence as he looked at the window, Sock crawling in his lap.

&&abrasive ,, licks worked at a small place on his arm, as Walter let it rest atop Sock's frame carefully- knowing that placing to much weight on the body of his cat would cause him to be uncomfortable. But there was much to consider. The irony of the magi bandits not having any connections with the council boggled his mind- for it wasn't something that magi were known to do and it bothered him. Sock looked up and blinked his hazel eyes his vocals dancing along the brim of Walter's mind elegant and sleek as a cats voice should be. Have you considered sending a spy? The Magi council is wise to cover their tracks- but their hardy fools if they think they'll slander the truth with petty lies and magic tricks. Ask her if she felt their minds.. Or if she can even do that.." With the cat's instruction walter conveyed the message, knowing that it was better to not ignore the cats reasoning. "Sock wants to know if you felt their minds for any magic tampering? If it was the Council their in foul territory, fucking around in their own peoples minds. Tsh." He said looked at her with a grim glare- for someone who loves the shadows- he hated people who used others for their own gain, and he relished in the fact that he was a total hypocrite- but this was different to him.. He smiled sickly- an image that came with and ill-perfection. His hand slid across the cat's pelt, their minds touching once more as walter asked a question, "Sock, could it have been anyone other than the council who sent the bandits? It's not common for another race to control the Magi- but it is possible; we've both see it before.." The cat flicked its tongue along the brim of its face, licking a paw as it thought about what Walter said, but his only reply was a simple one.. "Ask Desmona..".

&&"Could ,, it have been possible for another race other than the Magi to be controlling the bandits? Or is it possible some vampires took some Magi ghoul to try and get some shifter blood for a mid-night snack. mmmm, the possibilities. But why in hell's name would they want that disgusting mutt blood. That's the question." he said while looking at Sock, his thoughts still rolling on the disbelief that someone would actually want to drink that disgusting disgrace of blood- the stench alone was enough to make him want to gouge out his eyes and feed them to his cats and bats. The catchy rhythm of a song caught onto his brain like a hook clutches the gut of a fish when fishing- and he chuckled, tapping his fingers to the beat of the rhythm- and making it appear like he was playing the piano one handed. His body hurt, but he didn't care- the thoughts of someone controlling the Magi was disturbing but there wasn't anything they could do off of an assumption. So he shook his damp hair and looked at her as Sock dug his claws into his toned stomach, drawing blood which didn't even bother Walter- instead he smiled sickly, and hesitated with his words. "Well nothing extraordinary has happened here. Only the anniversary of my parent's killing." he said with a sick slur in his voice- for only he knew who had killed them, and he almost giggled when he looked at his hands, remembering the pool of ruby liquor; but his cat clawed him again and he continued, "A few Assassin attempts once more- but nothing out of the ordinary. the Seelie court has been awfully calm recently and it keeps me thinking. I'm not so sure what is going to happen in the future... My shadows are still hiding from the sun at times- and i do believe it means the light is getting purer. The balance might be shifting.." he said simply. His vocals tossed form side to side as he contemplated his own words and let them dance on his side of confusion. It was all just so wonderful...