Harlow leaned back in the wrought iron chair on the little restaurant patio, sunglasses pulled down to block out the sunlight that was beating down. Totally not to hide the look of her hangover from the previous night. Since Nessa was busy with work and Harlow couldnât always interrupted her, she figured it would be a good time to go out to the city. Besides, she needed to buy some things for the house. What Harlow didnât count on was the fact that she had forgotten how goddamn annoying the rest of the world could be and why she had kept herself at home for so long. âAll I did was go away for a bit of time to enjoy myself and somehow this stupid city managed to get ten times more ridiculous,â Harlow exhaled as she took up her wine glass from beside her plate. âHow tragic.â
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Nessa laughed at Harlowâs sass. Though, in truth sheâd probably pay to see the two go at each other. âHmm. I donât know that there are many that could catch you.â The witch felt herself relax completely as Harlow settled in her lap, which was without a doubt Harlowâs rightful place. âOther than me of course.â The pad of her thumb continued to rub small circles against the womanâs leg, her other arm holding her girl close to her. She considered herself beyond lucky to have Harlow, who both accepted the fact that Nessa was busy, but always seemed to make the most of it and stay out of trouble.Â
âIâll let him know that youâre in the market for a garden boy. Though, if youâre wearing thisââ her fingers travelled up her thigh, slipping beneath the fabric around her leg, as if to accentuate that it was extremely short, and not at all something the witch would have approved of outside of the house. It was far from revealing, but it showed just enough and for Nessa that was too much for anyone elseâs eyes. ââ I donât think heâd be able to focus on any sort of gardening. I know I wouldnât.â Her hand snapped up after the kiss to her cheek, gripping the girls jaw firmly to bring their faces together, stealing a greedy kiss from the other. âI have exquisite taste.â She spoke the words quietly, allowing just enough space between them for their lips to brush with every word she spoke. âAnd how shall we spend our day, my darling?â
Thereâs that biting side of Harlow that wants to challenge, to say could you really catch me? But she knows the two truths behind that thought. One, Nessa could. Two, Harlow would let her. Once upon a time, sheâd dreamed during long and cold nights in the cells that she would break out and run free -- unable to be contained by any person. Harlow would be truly free. Now she found herself in the home of Nessa and she couldnât imagine being anywhere else. Sheâd grown comfortable and content, happy. She had no reason to even want to leave.
Harlow doesnât even see how she could possibly deserve any of this -- especially Nessaâs attention. There were a number of people who would agree, Harlowâs sure. But for now Nessa seemed content on keeping Harlow around and enjoying her company. Sheâd enjoy that for as long as she can.
Feeling the brush of the witchâs hand raised goosebumps along her legs. âA purposeful decision. Iâd much rather have both your attention on me rather than gardening,â Harlow admitted with a soft laugh, refusing to move away from Nessa. They werenât close enough. âHm, I do have a few different ideas....â Harlow admitted before she leaned in to press another kiss to Nessaâs lips. âDepends on what kind of productive you want to be today.â Did Harlow purposely shift her ass in Nessaâs lap? Yes. Yes, she did. âWe could have some of our own fun, maybe try out a new thing or two.... Or we could be pious and upstanding and build a birdhouse. There havenât been any birds and Iâve been really upset about it.â Harlowâs only partially kidding.
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It was clear heâd startled Harlow but he couldnât quite help but be frantic all things considered. However upon hearing that Phen was not dead he did manage to calm himself a bit. Taking a deep breath and moving to the side so that Harlow could come into the apartment. It hadnât changed much besides it was cleaner than usual with no paper littered about. âHeâs never been all together in the head, at least not in the time Iâve known him. You mean to tell me heâs even worse off than he was before?â If that were the case then he was sure Phen was aboard the crazy train for sure.
When asked how long Phen had been gone Maverick had to pause and think about it for a moment. âThree weeks or so?â He didnât have an exact number of days but three weeks minimum sounded right. âIs he really that unwell that he cant come home? How off is he acting?âÂ
Harlow walked into the apartment with her attention on her surroundings, not shocked by the appearance since she was entering what might as well be considered a Faerie den. At the mention that heâd been gone for three weeks, it made sense more than ever that Maverick would be so concerned. And it explained a bit of Phenâs behavior.
âHeâs not exactly more crazy than his normal self, I donât think. You know him better. Heâs just in and out of consciousness and when he is awake, that guyâs sprouting more gibberish than a two year old.â Not an exact exaggeration. The times that Harlow had been around him whenever he was lucid, she only understood about half of what he said.
âIâm gonna take a guess that heâs been through some shit since he disappeared. Showed up at Nessaâs doorstep thanks to... his sister? I think? He forgets who she is sometimes, but Iâm pretty sure it was his sister.â Harlow spun around to look back at Maverick.
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The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of all kinds of emotions - first heâd been claimed and all seemed to be going so well. His life finally improving only to take a drastic turn for the worst when Phen didnât come home one night. At first Maverick had brushed it off - perhaps he had forgotten to tell him he wouldnât be home. He knew Phen could be spacey at times. Perhaps heâd had urgent business in their realm. Maverick made up a different scenario nearly every day until a week had passed with not a word from his master.Â
More information about the breakout of the slaves had begun to spread and heâd heard rumors that they thought it was a fae. It was then that Maverick had just taken to staying in the apartment until things blew over. Another week passed with no word from Phen but he knew he couldnât stay locked within the apartment for much longer with out possible rousing some kind of suspicion. So Maverick went about his normal routine acting as if nothing was wrong while out in public only to come home to mentally freak out.
He believed it had been around three weeks now since heâd seen the fae last and Maverick was starting to think heâd been abandoned or that Phen was somehow dead. Why or how he wasnât sure but to go this long without a word meant something had to be terribly wrong.Â
Maverick was currently pacing the apartment as he delved further into his own head. Heâd heard a knock on the door and had fully intended to ignore it until a voice piped up from behind the door saying it was about Phen. There was a moment of panic as he moved to the door and pulled it open. It was clear from his face he was distraught - normally he was good at playing the stoic one but not now. âWhere is he?!? Is he dead? Please tell me heâs not dead!âÂ
The reaction doesnât startle Harlow, but she still backed up a few steps when the door opened and she was met with the frantic Maverick. Now she knew it really was a good decision to come and find the other to let him know what had been going on. Not that she knew much of the details beyond the little of him showing up at Nessaâs door and having been at the house. Harlowâs kept her distance from the faerie with the exception of food and occasionally checking on him while he slept. She did more apologizing to Nessa than anything else for dragging the faerie into the house.
âHeâs not dead, you can relax,â Harlow insisted with a wave of her hand before crossing her arms over her chest. âI donât know where the hell that guyâs been, heâs not all together in the head, but heâs at Nessaâs house right now.â Which really meant he was probably the safest place he could be right now.
âMind if I come in?â Harlow asked. âIâll tell you what I do know which isnât much but at least its something. How long as he even been gone?â
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     Harlow isnât quite sure when she became the errand woman. When sheâd left Nessaâs house it was with many grumbling complaints until she was far enough away to resign herself that it was a needed errand. If Harlow had been in Phenâs position, she would have wanted the same. If Phen and Maverick were even a fraction as close as she was with Nessa, she could imagine the other slave would be worrying about where the fuck his master ended up. The least she could do was provide solace that he was here in Thorn Haven. Fucked up, but here.
It took her a bit to get to the building that sheâd managed to get out of Phen but she had to ask the front desk of the lavish apartment building which one belong to him. That piece of information had seemed to escape him before he dipped back into crazy town. More than he normally did. Whether or not Maverick would be home, she isnât sure. If not, sheâd leave a note with the front desk. A few minutes later she was all the way to the twelfth floor and knocking on Phenâs door.
âMaverick? Itâs me, Harlow. Itâs about Phen.â // @maverickvolcâ
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After much harassment encouragement from the other council members, Nessa had opted to take a day off. She wanted to believe they were concerned for her wellbeing, but the witch had a suspicion it was for their wellbeing. She was overbearing, she knew and could admit it, but if she wasnât busy she was left to her thoughts and years of solitude had taught her just how dangerous it was. So, sheâd always thrown herself into her work, but bringing Harlow into her home had thrown a wrench of sorts into that mix. What was the point in bringing her home, if Nessa was never there? It was the reminder she needed to be home.
So that morning sheâd ensured the alarm was off, but left the curtains open, allowing the sun to wake her. Of course, Harlow had already been up and going, sticking to the gardens, which had only reaffirmed Nessaâs decision in choosing Harlow. The two were a good mixture and, of course, the witch did like pretty things and Harlow was certainly among the most beautiful things sheâd ever seen. Leaving the woman to her own entertainment, Nessa opted for a place outback, overlooking the forests to read her book. It was one of the few grimoires sheâd kept from her ancestors, the language lost to most, though sheâd considered translating it into Icelandic, but there was a pride that came with reading a dead language. The occasional glance was cast towards Harlow, lips twitching into a smirk as she took in the little opportunities to admire the otherâs figure.
As if sheâd heard the thoughts in Nessaâs mind Harlow appeared before the witch, swatting at the old book clutched into her hands. âFirst, Iâm not legally married, nor will I ever be.â Though technically there had been a ceremony of sorts, but.. details. âSecond, much like youââ Setting the book on the table beside her, quick to catch Harlowâs hand and pull the woman into her lap. ââ he doesnât seem to fear my wrath anymore, so Iâm afraid I wouldnât be able to stop him if I wanted to.â With her shifter settled into her lap, Nessa brushed a stray hair from the otherâs face. Her other hand came to rest against Harlowâs thigh, fingers tracing light circles against her oh-so exposed skin. âYouâre welcome to bite him if he bothers you, though I should warn you, heâll likely bite back.â
âHe can try biting me back, but heâd have to catch me first,â Harlow sassed as she settled herself into Nessaâs lap where she rightfully belonged. Sure, thereâs a perfectly good chair on the other side by why would she bother when she can just enjoy being in the otherâs embrace? With Nessa working so much, Harlow wanted to take advantage of it. There had been very little complaint from Harlow with how much the witch worked. Even before being claimed, Harlow understood that the woman was someone busy and important. And with the way the city tended to go... better that Nessa try to keep some resemblance of control.
âIf he wanted to pop on over more often, Iâm not about to complain. He can help me keep the garden tended.â Whether he liked it or not. If he showed up again, sheâd be more than happy to shove a hose in his hand or a pair of gloves and get to it. Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss to Nessaâs cheek. âYou sure do know how to pick âem, you know that? Heâs definitely not bad at all.â
Thereâs a playful smirk on her lips even if sheâs trying to keep an innocent expression. Impossible for her, she should know that by now. Especially with Nessa. Harlow couldnât help but tease the other witch in numerous ways to get her riled up. Part of it was just wanting attention. Another part of it was just loving the look the witch gave her. Harlow wasnât about to first the first time she walked past Nessa wearing very little.
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Bare feet padded against the kitchen floor as Harlow grabbed her whipped iced coffee and took a slow sip as she looked over her little herb garden growing on the wall. A project sheâd worked on, a cute little herb box rustically painted white. Theyâd needed more fresh mint â Harlow loved her mojitos. Pleased, she padded her way along the house, if you could really call it that, and enjoyed the sunlight coming through that kept her warm and her skin glowing. As much as she did love being outside, she could be just as happy inside Nessaâs home with all the sunlight that came in through the windows. Too many times sheâd fallen asleep on the couch in the warmth.
But not today. Sheâd spent most of the morning just out in the gardens after a particularly bad night of sleeping. Occasionally insomnia found its way back into her bones and kept her away through the nights. Her father used to make her a drink late into the night when she had trouble sleeping but heâd never passed the recipe on to her when sheâd gotten older. Maybe it was hidden in the house somewhere, but Harlow had only gone back once. She needed to make a trip out there but it was hard not to feel a bit of sadness in her chest whenever she did go home.
Harlow made it back outside, the soft but warm spring breeze feeling amazing on her skin. Sheâd opted for a pair of soft cotton blue short shorts that she often wore to bed and a soft baby pink crop top sweater. A nice combination the showed off her legs and mid-riff. Harlow always enjoyed tempting Nessa. âSo is your husband going to end up moving in?â Harlow asked as she came up behind the chairs theyâd been occupying earlier. Taking a quick sip from her coffee, she set it down on the table before making a wave with her hand at Nessaâs book. Harlow wanted to sit in Nessaâs lap. // @nessaozmandâ
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Itâs a bright and beautiful day, but Harlowâs alone at the house while Nessa is working. Not that she can really complain because she has her freedom and can do whatever the fuck she wants. But she does miss Nessa whenever the witch is off busy doing slightly more important things. Harlow was able to at least be a bit productive during the morning; making breakfast and picking some fresh herbs and vegetables. She watered the plants that needed some more. A bit of her time was spent taking out her journal and working on one of her newest sketches. It was a design idea for a new greenhouse. Harlow had been wanting to ask Nessa about it but she didnât want to throw another project onto their plate even if sheâd ask to take lead on it. Hell, Harlow would build it herself.
Sitting outside with her journal in the sun and a glass of lemonade in her hand felt like nothing but peace. To think she thought she wouldnât ever get to feel this again. A part of her still missed her old life but she knew this was better than what that could have held for her in the end. Whether sheâd been a slave or not, Harlow would have found trouble.
The antsy feeling began to settle inside of her, a familiar ache to shift. Ever since her brand had been removed, Harlow had taken every opportunity to shift. Now wasnât any different. Drink set on the table along her her journal, she stretched out before she shift: the tall dark haired beauty changing form until there stood on four paws -- a mountain lion. Familiar these days to Nessaâs property and likely giving some a heartattack.
Harlow prowled along the property, stretching out her limbs and happily moving from one place to another. One of these days sheâd go out to the forest and into the mountains -- with a promise to be back before the day ended. Sheâd been sunbathing in a spot along the side of the property when her ears twitched to a noise and her nose wrinkled as a new scent filled it. Intruder. Harlow was on her paws within a moment and slinking in the direction, hiding between bushes and trees as she stalked her prey.
Bingo. She saw the man whoâd come onto the property, Harlow not recognizing him and certainly would have remembered if Nessa mentioned any visitors today. From where she hide in a bush, Harlow waited and waited until he was close enough before she lunged out from the bush and landed in front of him along the path, a threatening growl leaving her as she bared her teeth. A very clear: back the fuck off. // @caldalyellÂ
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If you could trade your current mistress for anyone else, who would it be?
âFirst of all, I would never trade Nessa for anyone else. Second of all, who the fuck knows. All the Masters hardly know how to pleasure a woman properly. And the Mistresses are okay. I guess if I have to pick one it would be that Brenna lady.â
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you, my dear, are stunning
âNow arenât you just a sweetheart. Thank you, Iâm very aware. Stunning and dangerous.âÂ
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Time Period: Past Three Weeks
Location: Nessaâs Home
Status: Closed
Harlow had never liked being a slave. Her freedom ripped away from her, unable to shift, and constantly having to play games just to find time out of the cells. Oh, she could certainly woo and dance in circles, but she always found herself back in the cells. Bittersweet considering most of the masters and mistresses that came through only made Harlow roll her eyes but she wanted her freedom. It was a hard line to cross between. Harlow didnât want to be under the command of someone else â she wanted to be her own person living her own life the way she had been once upon a time. And then Nessa came along. A shocking turn of events â the famous witch that sheâd heard so much about who was cold as ice. Thatâd certainly not been the case.
And since being claimed by Nessa, sheâd been happily content. Strange considering sheâd always imagined that as soon as she was claimed there would be some extravagant escape plan so she could be her own person. But Harlow enjoyed spending time with Nessa. And better, the witch seemed to have no qualms about letting Harlow do what she pleased â within reason. So sheâd spent the beginning of her time with Nessa making herself feel at home.
Harlow took the time to make herself home into the gardens that Nessa had â getting to know each plant before she added her own, feeling back home. It was surprising how much sheâd missed it and admittedly she spent quite a bit of time out in the gardens. What she really enjoyed was being able to shift. There were many occasions where Harlow would not only prowl the property, but even just lay in a patch of sun in the gardens. People were intimidated by Nessa before⌠a mountain lion on her property? Harlow dared anyone to come try to cause trouble.
And during the past three weeks, Harlow spent a lot of her time with Nessa. In the kitchen cooking, in the gardens together, urging the other to take a break from work, or in bed together. Unlike with most people, Harlow actually enjoyed being in the company of the witch. The two of them didnât even need to talk â being in the same room made Harlow feel content.
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âSit your ass down.â Nessa hated how much the though of Harlow going âelsewhereâ made her bristle. Jealousy was certainly an unflattering trait and the witch had never considered it one of hers until she met the demon. Now she took note of every glance that was cast at the other woman, making mental notes of the guards sheâd have Chance reprimand for some reason or another. âIâm making a case to the council for a garden and some other meaningful tasks to give you lot in here.â She nodded with her head towards an open space that was filled with a couple of slaves just lounging in the sun. âMy main argument is that you could grow your own food and save us money in the long run.â She knew there was no reason to be telling the slave her plans, but she enjoyed sharing her thoughts with the woman.Â
Harlow made no attempt at hiding the smirk that appeared from Nessaâs words - a little too happy that the other wanted her around rather than galavanting around the yard. Really, even if Nessa had told her to go off, Harlow would have found one way or another to mess with the Mistress from afar. Carefully, Harlow sat down beside Nessa, leaning back with her hands digging into the dirt as she glanced over the open space. A garden. Thatâs certainly not something sheâd expect to find for the slaves. She wondered if it had anything to do with their conversation at her house mansion. No. âIt would be a good idea and I think there are plenty of people in this shit-hole that would enjoy having a little more control over the food theyâre able to eat. I can teach them,â Harlow offered with a slight shrug of her shoulders. She didnât want to be stuck in the cells but sheâd happily take ownership over the garden. âIâm sure if you spin it to be beneficial for the council and the city, theyâll go for it.â
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âHurry up, lady, we ainât got all day!â the guards barked from their stations, watching as Miranda meandered among the cells, stopping to study each of the cowering slaves held within as she passed. Normally very calculated, she didnât appreciate the pressure; after all, this was her first time ever selecting a slaveâher first time selecting another being whom she could use for her own pleasure. In whichever way she liked. All of it is very unsettling, yet it was also something Miranda knew was about to become her new normal. Might as well get used to it now.
Finally she came to a halt in front of one of the cells, pointing toward the slave sat in the far corner. Miranda called out toward the guards.
âTh-this oneâll do.â Â
Harlow glanced up when she heard a commotion, a bored expression on her face as she looked from the mistress to the guard and then back to the mistress. Oh. This would be interesting. Harlow could only assume that the woman was gesturing to her since her other cellmates were currently off elsewhere. âAre you sure about that?â Harlow asked as she stood up from her cot and walked over to the cells bars. She hated that it was more crowded now, three cots alone took up too much room let alone three whole people. âI bite.â Better to be honest.
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It wasnât often that the witch spent her time just sitting in Le Chateau, spending the majority of her time in the prison slavesâ home ensuring they were all being met with the basics needed to live. She knew that wasnât her job, but Nessa was a control freak and insisted she keep her nose in everyoneâs business â though she did it as discreetly as possible. Today, however, sheâd simply sat in the courtyard, eyeing the layout and trying to decide if it was indeed feasible to place a garden out there. She knew there would be a few that would want to destroy it, but she was certain there was a spell to prevent that.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Her bright gaze snapped lifted to the source of movement that had forced her from her planning, brow arched as she looked them over.Â
Harlow waited with bated breath for the guards to open up her cell, to send her off for her free time. Normally she would have been dragging her feet, not giving a shit and giving the guards a hard time. Might have even started an argument for the hell of it. What did she have to lose? But Harlow had overheard of a visitor at Le Chateau and the moment she confirmed who was visiting, sheâd wanted out. Harlow wasted no time in getting out to the yard, not surprised at all by the greeting from the witch considering sheâd come up with quite a bit of eagerness. Shit. Way to give herself away. âI came to give you something pretty to stare at. Better than the ground.â Harlow said as she set her hands on her hips. âBut I can take my ass elsewhere if you want?â She questioned, a smirk on her lips.
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âProbably because thatâs not really what your position allows for,â Cal shrugged. He did have some pity for the slaves. He knew their lives werenât easy, and he couldnât imagine how angry he would be if he were in their shoes. ButâŚit was what it was. âDonât you get into trouble for being so difficult?â
âTrouble follows me around anywhere, I learned that a long time ago,â Harlow said but with a fond smile on her lips. She could remember her younger years, when freedom might along its own bit of troubles. Harlow had always called herself a magnet. So had her father when sheâd been even younger. âYou learn pretty quickly how to diffuse a situation when you need to or take the result. Especially if Iâm the troublemaker. Which, I will point out, Iâm not always the troublemaker.â
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âMmmm, I donât think itâll take very long. Iâm a very impressive man.â Cal winked at her as he took a sip of his strong drink. Given that he truly did believe that everyoneâs destinies were in their own hands, he couldnât help but roll his eyes at her answer. âYou know, everyone seems to think that if youâre in a shitty situation, nothing will ever be in your control again. I didnât ask to be attacked and bitten by a werewolf, but I took that experience and made it work for me. Just because you donât like where youâre at doesnât mean your destiny isnât yours to make.âÂ
Harlow swirled the wine around in her glass as she gave the man a hard stare. âAlright, color me curious.â She straightened up where she sat on the stool, facing Cal and leaning into the counter. âIf you were in my position, how would you make it work for you?â Harlow brought her glass up to her lips, taking a small sip before she set it back down. âHow would you make this situation your destiny to make?â
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