You were important enough for our captors to bring you here.
[ Erik can only assume that there's a reason they were chosen, why they were brought here, because he was brought here - a cocky arrogance that hides the discomfort and edge he feels when he looks too hard at himself. There's enough self-hatred and loathing to fill a thousand and one of these mansions buried in the depths of his mind, but he puts on the front as sharp and dangerous as the metal he controls. He doesn't intend to let anyone else take advantage of him, never again.
Alina rises, body shifting, and Erik watches her, letting his eyes trail along her body, shameless with it. She's the one moving in front of him, aware of her own nakedness, so he's not exactly going to lend himself to bother or hiding his appreciation for a handsome body. She is beautiful, her breasts look like a lovely handful, and his eyes are dark still when he looks at her. He's in a bath with a lovely woman: hard not to be - well.
The obvious.
Leaning back, lounging, almost as if he doesn't care about whatever she has to saw, almost as if nothing about her is important enough to matter, he lifts an arm and shrugs a shoulder absently. ]
I listen when what's being said is important. [ He'll listen to certain people. There are only one hand worth of fingers of people that might hold the leash to this particular collar, and even then Erik would rebel, vicious and angry. ] Or it's useful to me.
no subject
[ Erik can only assume that there's a reason they were chosen, why they were brought here, because he was brought here - a cocky arrogance that hides the discomfort and edge he feels when he looks too hard at himself. There's enough self-hatred and loathing to fill a thousand and one of these mansions buried in the depths of his mind, but he puts on the front as sharp and dangerous as the metal he controls. He doesn't intend to let anyone else take advantage of him, never again.
Alina rises, body shifting, and Erik watches her, letting his eyes trail along her body, shameless with it. She's the one moving in front of him, aware of her own nakedness, so he's not exactly going to lend himself to bother or hiding his appreciation for a handsome body. She is beautiful, her breasts look like a lovely handful, and his eyes are dark still when he looks at her. He's in a bath with a lovely woman: hard not to be - well.
The obvious.
Leaning back, lounging, almost as if he doesn't care about whatever she has to saw, almost as if nothing about her is important enough to matter, he lifts an arm and shrugs a shoulder absently. ]
I listen when what's being said is important. [ He'll listen to certain people. There are only one hand worth of fingers of people that might hold the leash to this particular collar, and even then Erik would rebel, vicious and angry. ] Or it's useful to me.