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Yaoi RP - 1x1
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Lime x Illogical
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Age preference... Mh like, late teens, early twenties I guess? And I like sorta... I guess, not quite, but almost forbidden love?
Can I just... do a lil world buildy thing:Trolls are big, strong, and not vey bright, however pretty mellow with humans, so long as they're not being hunted, said hunting, along with complicated reproduction, has driven them close to extinction.
Humans take advantage of this and start to, one by one take trolls into their "care" puting around the notion of "You sell away your life and soul to us, and angry norwiegian men with cool beards don't slaughter your children", having trolls reproduce unnaturally under the guise of saving the speicies.
Two generations of trolls later, they're an enslaved race, their strength and size having them cut out to do manual labor most of the time, however "smaller" trolls do other jobs. They're the cleaners, the fixers, for a mind so niave, trolls have brilliant memory and the more "portable" make excelent bodyguards. Trolls are incredibly loyal, too grateful for the lack of being hunted to care that they have no independance.
Nah, it's cool, I tend to describe more for apearence tho
Name: Arakam TekresAge: 19
apearence: http://lime-lollibomb-lee.tumblr.com/...
Hieght: 6.7 (bare in mind, that he's one of the smaller ones)
Short tail, large feet & hands, no really visible ankles, although strong, Arakam is more lean than visually muscular
mhm, ok, your guy's some rich person thing and Arakam's his... body guard? sound good?
Hunched over in the dimly lit hall, Arakam walked slowly up towards his masters room. Sent to see if Mister Laurent was alright, he hadn't come down to dinner. The troll was far too nervous for someone of his size, the fear of a scolding shaking him to the bone. He reached the door at last, raising a shaking fist to the door and knocking. "M-Mister Laurent, Sir...?" He called out nervously, the trembling tone not fitting his deepening voice.
Head bowed, Arakam entered."I-I was sent to check in on you, sir, you didn't come down to dinner...?" He murmured, refusing to look up.
"Sir? Our food was this afternoon sir." Our, referring to the three other trolls who were owned by the house. The shake was leaving Arakams voice now and he timidly lifted his head, all three of his pale green eyes fixed on Vin.
Arakam looked over to the other troll, Ayanak, who shrugged. "Sir... Should we... Escort him off the premises?" Arakam suggested, twisting his large hands together in nervousness again
"Thank you, Sir." Arakam bowed his head then left. Ayanak walked alongside him, silent. When they reached the front door, Mister Laurents' ex was still standing by the door.
"Uh, we've been told, by mister Laurent, to escort you off the premises." Mar slam explained.
"Mister Laurent does not want to see you." Arakam said flatly. The nervousness was gone now, replaced by annoyance. This man was not nice. Mister Laurent was happy with him, then he... Did whatever it was he did.
Arakam glared, narrowing his eyes. "If I may be so bold, Sir, maybe you should not hide behind threats."
He ignored Ayanak sighing behind him, muttering along the lines of "this is resisting we should just take him in."
Arakam was about to continue the argument when Ayanak slapped him around the back of the head."This is resisting. We bring him in now." The older troll muttered, glaring down at Arakam, who sighed and turned around to face Sven.
"You may enter, but do not dare call our master by that name."
Arakam lunged at him with a growl, only stopped by Ayanak dragging him backwards. "How dare you!" he snarled, struggling to get Ayanak off of him as they both followed Sven.
"How dare you talk of him like that!" He continued to growl and struggle, glaring daggers at Sven.
"Arakam, stop. He could have you executed so shut up."
Arakam was still shaking with anger as he and Ayanak stood outside. "Ayan-"
"No. You could've gotten executed for unprovoked violence against a human." Ayanaks voice was soft and he smiled gently at Arakam. "If there's any trouble, if he hurts Mister Laurent directly, we're permitted to attack, but for now they're just talking."
They stood there in silence a little longer, until the voices were interrupted by Vins protests. His voice was rising rapidly and his speech interrupted by moans.
"Arakams blood ran cold as the sounds grew louder.
"Sir..."
"Now!"
Ayanaks voice snapped him out of his panic and Arakam slammed open the door, almost falling in the process. He couldn't bring himself to look up but spoke anyway.
"R-Release him now! Or I am permitted to use force to make you comply!"
((Okay, thanks! sorry, I should've posted it all as one ^^"))
((Ah, if you don't want to edit I'll make a diff post? But I'm on mobile now so I can't edit or delete.))
((ah, ok! i didn't mean to get pushy, it's fine ^^'''))
Arakam growled. It was a deep, angry sound, that rolled it's way from between his teeth. "By law," he snarled, "I am permitted to remove you by force, as you threaten the safety of my owner."
The anger from him was almost palpable. His head slightly lowered, as if he intended to charge at Sven and gore him with his single horn. It was at that moment, Ayanak stepped in before Arakam outright killed the man, and took Svens arm as carefully as he could. Then, with a meaningful glare at Arakam, dragged the angry human from the room. When they were gone, door closed behind them, Arakams anger left with them.
"I'm sorry... Mister Laurent, sir... I... I let him hurt you.."
Arakam blushed, eyes widening, he looked to the side. The praise warmed him, bubbling up and making him cozy. His loyalty made mister Laurent happy. He made mister Laurent happy!"O-oh, thankyou.. Sir! For telling me!" He mumbled, smiling off to the side.
Arakam nods rapidly. "Y-yes sir! Sh-should I go ask him now?" He was half out the door by the second part, frozen mid step.
"Yes sir!"---
Fifteen minutes later, Arakam leads a thoroughly confused Ayanak up the stairs towards Vin's room.
"I don't understand, does he expect us to find a place to eat?" The older asked, wondering how long until Arakam's grip breaks his wrist.
"I don't know!"
((Sorry, I'm so tired. It's like 2 am. Gonna go now. Bye -w-))
Arakam was distracted while Ayanak thought of places. Still giddy from the high praise. "Or maybe.. Arakam are you listening?"
"Hm...?"
"... Ah, anyway, Sir? Can I suggest... Less fancy?"
Both trolls looked to eachother before answering. "Uhm, Sir... No troll owned by this family really.. uhm, goes out, and unowned trolls are not... welcome in public..." Ayanak explained slowly. He was older than both Arakam and Vin, thus knowing a bit more about the "outside world"
"So we don't.... really... know, sir." Arakam concluded slowly. He felt embaressed at saying it, like he was pulling for pity. He wasn't, as it was true, but it still felt pathetic. That was why he added a quick "Sorry, sir." at the end.
Hm, plot ideas?