Revelree
Heartbreaker
Cazimir Heskel
Fairharvest Outskirts
Am I the only one who feels unsettled with them? Cazimir asked through their mind link, seeing the small recoil Imogen made from their contact. Perhaps she saw something? Caz was then distracted when he realized who it was that just approached them... and he cocked an eyebrow. "Arty? What in Satan's name are you doing out here?" he subconsiously grinned, his body language showing how fond he is of the guy. He is, after all, the only Master he could fool around with. All the others are either too grumpy, too busy, or just plain unapproachable. "I thought you were still back in New Eden fucking the whorehouse. Did the Owner finally kick you out? Just tell me if you did something nasty again, I'd love to take back your head if it could get me some more favors from Dante." he shrugged. Just seeing Arty kind of picked his mood up, and it was then that he noticed Imogen looking a little in disapproval at her nickname. "Ah, this is... Imogen. My..." he hesitated. Lover? Friend? Partner? Comrade? What was the right word? He had no idea. He glanced down at her uneasily, the statement hanging in the air. Instead, he just sighed and gave Arty a meaningful look that clearly said: Off limits. After all, the only guy he knew who would fuck anything that moves and was not named Cazimir was Artimities. And he could swear to Aditi if he started flirting with her now, he'd be looking forward to a frostbite near his crotch.
Strange. he thought. It felt weird to feel... possessive.
Fairharvest Outskirts
Am I the only one who feels unsettled with them? Cazimir asked through their mind link, seeing the small recoil Imogen made from their contact. Perhaps she saw something? Caz was then distracted when he realized who it was that just approached them... and he cocked an eyebrow. "Arty? What in Satan's name are you doing out here?" he subconsiously grinned, his body language showing how fond he is of the guy. He is, after all, the only Master he could fool around with. All the others are either too grumpy, too busy, or just plain unapproachable. "I thought you were still back in New Eden fucking the whorehouse. Did the Owner finally kick you out? Just tell me if you did something nasty again, I'd love to take back your head if it could get me some more favors from Dante." he shrugged. Just seeing Arty kind of picked his mood up, and it was then that he noticed Imogen looking a little in disapproval at her nickname. "Ah, this is... Imogen. My..." he hesitated. Lover? Friend? Partner? Comrade? What was the right word? He had no idea. He glanced down at her uneasily, the statement hanging in the air. Instead, he just sighed and gave Arty a meaningful look that clearly said: Off limits. After all, the only guy he knew who would fuck anything that moves and was not named Cazimir was Artimities. And he could swear to Aditi if he started flirting with her now, he'd be looking forward to a frostbite near his crotch.
Strange. he thought. It felt weird to feel... possessive.