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The amount of phone calls I’ve had to make within the last 24 hours is ridiculous.  

robert-falk:

And then there’s all the paperwork. [Robert lets his face drop into his hands. He groans as he drags his hands downwards.]

Normally I’d find escape attempts amusing but they’ve been happening a bit too often lately. One or two a year is fine, but two within the last few weeks? [He shakes his head, laughing a little.] I’m starting to think I ought to invest in a way to predetermine whether a potential master will suddenly grow a heart and attempt to save these poor souls. It would save us so much time and money in the long run, I think. 

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And in that way take away all your amusement [Kieran smirks] the ones with hearts are easy enough to tell. I could always give you a list of those that have stormed into my office and shown me just how serious they were about protecting what they believe is theirs to protect [smiles thinly]


[Oz & Kieran] - One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest 

oz-hinder:

Who: Oz Hinder & Kieran Bishop

Where:  Kieran’s Suite

When:  Thursday, May 30th, Evening.

What:  Previously on As the World Turns, Kieran discovered Oz and Nico in a very compromising position in his own bed. After sending Nico on his way, what will the consequences be for Oslow? [Theme Song Plays.]

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[Closed] Nico & Oz - This is Not the Wisest Decision He’s Ever Made 

nicosullivan:

Who: Oz & Nico (and, sadly, Kieran)
Where: Kieran’s Suite
When: Thursday, May 30th - late afternoon while Kieran is out with Caius
What: This rental is against the rules. Oz uses Kieran’s forgotten cell phone to put in a rental request to finally get a little alone time with Nico. This can’t possibly go wrong - okay this is probably gonna go really wrong. (and by wrong we mean awkward and awkward it surely is) [Musical Riff.]

oz-hinder:

It was worth a fuckin’ shot, anyway. Oz left one hand beneath the blanket as Nico covered up with it, settled it along the man’s side and gave a reassuring squeeze. He’d try to get Nico out of this, at least as best he could. Damn shame they hadn’t at least gotten a little further. He briefly - ever so briefly - entertained the notion of just continuing and seeing exactly what Kieran would have to say about it, but… as much as the man seemed to at least not be in a murderous rage, Oz wasn’t about to push his patience.

Not with Nico right there, slowly getting tenser - he could of course feel it, by the proximity. Oz took the hint in the pointed barb Kieran jabbed his direction, and he slid backward off the bed, making a grab for his jeans, wherever they’d gone, giving Nico the blanket while Oz stooped and fetched up his clothes for him, so he could keep some level of modesty. 

He did look around sharply when Kieran made the thinly veiled threat that he could have made Nico really do the walk of shame, but instead of fighting it - though he looked like he wanted to, Oz just admitted it. “Yeah, It was my fuckin’ idea.”  He passed Nico his shirt, and reached out to touch his friend’s shoulder apologetically.

“Sorry, Nico,” he said, and he meant it, but he looked pretty intent, determined. He didn’t mean to get him into trouble, but he’d take what he could. “Sorry for uh, misrepresenting the fuckin’ situation.” Play along, his eyes said, play along and go quick. 

Nico hastily started pulling on his clothes, his face red but for an entirely different reason. He was also feeling a mix of different things, defensive from the way Kieran had spoken to him, confusion from what the man said - implied about Oz, and finally a small amount of anger at Oz for wanting to take all the blame.

“You never misrepresented the fuckin’ situation!” he hissed out under his breath as he snatched the shirt from Oz, leveling a glare at the other man and hoping his voice was soft enough that Kieran did not hear. From the looks Oz was giving him, Nico knew the other man wanted him to play along, but that was unacceptable. It was one thing for them both to have gotten caught and both suffered the consequences, but Nico was the one who chose to stay. Oz taking all the blame for this would have been ridiculous. He did not know what sort of a master Kieran was, but he was not about to leave his friend in a lurch either. 

He turned towards Kieran, eyes determined, the thought of the walk of shame be damned. It’s not like slaves did not walk around naked in the halls of the hotel anyway. “I was the one who chose to stay,” he said simply, holding Kieran’s stare with his own.

Kieran just watched him, wondering if it would be worth it to push the kid until he was angry enough to do something stupid. He looked so adorably angry at being ultimately blameless, and Kieran really had no reason to be anything towards the kid but completely indifferent.

"And you obviously got more out of it than he did." he replied, eyebrows up in amusement. And it was amusing, the way Oz was trying to take the blame for this, the way Nico was resisting it… he could do any number of things to the kid just to watch Oz beat himself up over it later. But as tempting as it was, Kieran was just not in the mood to. He could always shove him in solitary for 24 hours, unnerve him as a reminder.

He wouldn’t even punish Oz unless expressly made to, and he was certain Dante would find out sooner or later. That was what fucked him off the most about this, not that Oz had gone behind his back on something but that unknowingly he’d jeopardized his potential security with Kieran - if it was security at all - by making him out to be an inadequate master.

Without another word, Kieran pointed to the door and didn’t look at either of them until they walked past. This felt too much like high school, and he’d avoided being a fucken counselor for this exact reason. He pulled out his phone and waited for it to restart before sending a message down that he wanted Nico picked up and put in solitary. He really didn’t want to face the awkward silence waiting for him in the other room but he couldn’t stand in the doorway the entire time either.

Reluctantly, he turned to join them.


[Closed] Kieran & Joss, Sometimes A Great Notion 

a-quiet-in-the-soul:

Who: Kieran Bishop, Joss Holt

When: June 2nd

Where: Kieran’s Office

What: Today on All My Children, Joss confronts Kieran after his treatment of Aspen proves to be the last straw. He’s sick of seeing everyone around him suffering. Kieran has something to say for himself, but it’s unlikely to help [Theme Song Plays.]

Joss straightened back from the desk. He hadn’t intended to move so suddenly but there had been something in the doctor’s eyes that just suggested such a contempt for humanity that Joss couldn’t ignore it anymore. But he hadn’t meant to shove the man over, to play down into the sort of violence that this place embraced so often. This place was… starting to bring him down to its level, he realized. He was also glad that when they had broken line of sight as Joss backed up from the desk, it had likely hidden Joss’ uncertainty.

“He doesn’t need what you gave him, either,” Joss answered, and the calm had come back into his voice. “He’s as human as I am. Perhaps more than you are.”

Joss stepped carefully around the desk, to stare down at the doctor on the floor with his hands tucked deep into his pockets, his posture straight. He kept his eyes as impassive as he could, but they were no match for Kieran’s practiced uncaring. Joss exhaled slowly. “No, that’s incorrect.”

He crouched, trying to measure exactly what he saw, but what he saw was… also human. Broken in some way. “Are you trying to make him match you? Do you think that because you can survive the way you are, that he will?” Joss made a displeased sound low in his throat, and then drew his hand slowly from his pocket, and offered it down to Kieran to help him up. “You aren’t helping him, and you aren’t helping yourself.”  Joss had the power and the desire to help Aspen, and he would do his best to do so.

He let his voice sink down into an authoritative tone as Kieran got up to his feet. “If you found yourself just as lost and hurting, would anyone be as willing to help you as I am to help him? I suppose you were never taught to treat others…” 

Kieran kept his expression clear, not angry - he was still too shocked to be - but no longer wearing that smile he had been. He watched Joss as he walked around his desk and didn’t shift back physically so much as draw a breath so he felt like he had. He doubted the man would kick him when he was down, so to speak, he seemed far too above the violence. And when he offered a hand to help Kieran up, he ignored it not out of spite but because he felt very uncomfortable having someone so close in his space when he was vulnerable.

His look when he stood on his own was almost apologetic, but he said nothing on the matter. He kept one hand pressed against the back of his head, feeling the dull ache extend from there and fuel the one throbbing behind his eyes. And he listened. He let Joss’ words seep into his mind and meander there, He wondered if it was true, if in his attempt to get away from his more dangerous side by letting it run free he was molding someone else to be like him. To understand him. hadn’t that been the point of his entire life so far? To find some sort of justification for what he was and how he was?

"I hadn’t tried helping him." he replied honestly. Because he hadn’t, Aspen had never asked him to and Kieran saw no reason to be charitable. But had he helped himself? Had he done anything by bringing Aspen down to his base fears and crawling dependency? He’d felt powerful. But he felt powerful in a session, when someone was willingly telling him something they were too scared to tell someone else. Secrets were power and he had enough to pay the ferryman on his way down.

"I know how to treat others." he said, tone low, jaw set and eyes narrowed in an anger he didn’t actually harbor towards Joss, but something else. "But it gets hard to lie, to keep up a lie, without an outlet." he swallowed and his lips quirked again, a smirk that didn’t match his eyes at all, one that wasn’t scathing or filled with self importance. "Without an outlet we find ourselves becoming not ourselves."

He cocked his head, wondering if he’d understood, figured out why Joss had attacked him the way he had, why he had tried to make amends after even though his contempt for Kieran was clear. After a moment Kieran looked away, licking his lips before taking a breath, his mask slipping back as though it had never been shaken and shifted.

"I do hope, Mr. Holt, that if our paths do cross again they don’t cross under such circumstances."


[Closed] Kieran & Joss, Sometimes A Great Notion 

a-quiet-in-the-soul:

Who: Kieran Bishop, Joss Holt

When: June 2nd

Where: Kieran’s Office

What: Today on All My Children, Joss confronts Kieran after his treatment of Aspen proves to be the last straw. He’s sick of seeing everyone around him suffering. Kieran has something to say for himself, but it’s unlikely to help [Theme Song Plays.]

“I don’t think giving you my name will make me matter any more to you, Doctor.”  Joss drew to his full height, clearly and suddenly furious. He’d had no outlet for his anger,and only new input these last two weeks. “You don’t care to distinguish one member of humanity from any other, not really.”

Humanity meant connections, individuals were individuals certainly, a fact that Joss believed this man was the embodiment of the problem here for - that they embraced how easy it was to forget the humanity of those they made suffer. But those humans, as a part of their humanity, had connections. And if you yanked enough random connections, carelessly unaware that you were doing so, one day you’d find yourself face to face with a very pissed off spider.

“And to your mind, you were doing him a favor?” Joss heard his voice escalate, seemed surprised honestly by the raising of his own tone. He had not shouted - not in anger - in a very long time. Kieran was, of all people, getting him to speak almost before he thought. Rare in the extreme. “A man you surely knew had just been thrown aside again as you say is so bad for him, you thought to further dehumanize him as a favor?”

His volume was lower now, but that was more dangerous still. He went quiet, deadly quiet for long enough to see that Dr. Bishop was not afraid of him. Possibly he had no idea how to be afraid of anything. “My name is Josselin Holt.” 

But it isn’t what’s going to make him matter in Kieran’s mind. He moved before he thought, sweeping papers off the desk as he lunged across it, planting one hand flat almost at the far edge for leverage. Joss reached out and seized the tall back of the chair to one side of Kieran’s head and leaned forward, pushed down, until the whole thing unbalanced backward with Kieran in it, and he let the man fall, heedless of how he was about to land, of how he’d likely slam his legs into the underside of his desk. He just wanted him to be as far down as he and his friends had left others who couldn’t strike back. 

He wanted to see the results of the connections he had probably never even considered to exist. 

Kieran had to smile. It was always so easy to get to them, to those that thought they were the righteous ones, the ones that felt they were protecting someone or something. They were always liable to give something away in a fit of rage against Kieran’s complete indifference. And so this man was doing, showing Kieran just how much he cared for something he didn’t own, for someone he couldn’t protect. And having mentioned a potential web of connections, all Kieran would have to do would be find them and turn this man’s entire world to ash.

He didn’t deem it necessary to reply. Aspen had been damaged, that much was clear from the first moment he’d met the man, but he had not pushed him to the edge so much as taken the blindfold off to he could see how damn close to the edge he was. Brought there by others. Forced there by his own foolish belief that he would find someone who wanted him here for more than a few months, more than an object to fuck and reuse. Kieran knew he wasn’t guiltless, but he would not take credit that wasn’t his to take.

He narrowed his eyes as the man finally introduced himself, seemingly at the end of his anger, at the end of the fiery escalation of it, anyway. He’d given him a name, and quite a motive. And then he’d lashed out again, a violent swipe of papers that made Kieran look away from him, for just a moment to follow their trajectory, and when he turned back he was too late to get his balance back, to catch himself on anything before the chair tipped and he fell with it.

He was fairly sure he’d cursed, loudly, as the chair impacted, rebounding his head against the back of it and sending stars through his vision for a moment. And fuck if that didn’t help the headache. He groaned, teeth bared as he shifted to adjust his position to get up, to move. It had been so unexpected that he didn’t even know what to say to the man, had no idea if he wanted to respond violently or passively, or if he wanted to respond at all. His head was spinning and his ears hummed as he blinked his eyes rapidly to get his vision back to normal.

He managed to push himself back enough to sit with his back against the bookcase behind him, the one that the chair had so narrowly missed when it fell. He pressed the heel of his palm against the back of his head and let his eyes return to the man standing over his desk, livid but triumphant in having successfully knocked Kieran off his balance in every sense of the word. He huffed a laugh and shook his head before looking away.

"He’ll get worse," he told him, eyes on the floor a moment before sliding back to Joss, "If you coddle him and offer him what you think he needs. With that you will do him far more damage than I did in the eight hours I had him." it wasn’t a threat so much as a genuine promise. The way Aspen was falling he would fall farther, and he would lose himself. If the man thought Aspen wasn’t himself now, he would not recognize him if he took him in and left him after. The boy had perhaps one more attachment left in him before his resistance snapped. And while Joss may not be there for the fallout, Kieran certainly would be.




[Closed] Kieran & Joss, Sometimes A Great Notion 

a-quiet-in-the-soul:

Who: Kieran Bishop, Joss Holt

When: June 2nd

Where: Kieran’s Office

What: Today on All My Children, Joss confronts Kieran after his treatment of Aspen proves to be the last straw. He’s sick of seeing everyone around him suffering. Kieran has something to say for himself, but it’s unlikely to help [Theme Song Plays.]

“And yet here I am defending him,” Joss answered, just as smoothly, his mind was working just as fast and hard as Dr. Bishop’s seemed to be, behind the usual sleepy set of his expression, but his eyes were hard and his mouth was a firm line. He had seen enough of the way other people reacted to him - especially when they didn’t know him - to know he could be intimidating. He’s relying on that now.

“I am interested in Aspen’s welfare,” he corrected. Not his body or his performance, but his humanity and worth as a human being. Joss worked his teeth over his lower lip and straightened out. “I wouldn’t describe Aspen’s current state as coherent at all. I would barely describe Aspen’s current state as Aspen.”

He intended to bring it up with Dante, at least on the point of getting Aspen out of careless circulation until the repeated abandonments left him utterly destroyed. Joss worked his mouth, ran his tongue over his teeth and shook his head “Whether it’s what you intended or not, you and your associates have systematically attacked those I hold under my protection to a point I no longer intend to ignore.”

No more nasty surprises, he thought. Lachlan had been enough to make him angry, but he had been willing to set that aside by Lahlan’s request. This was to a point he could no longer ignore, and perhaps these people had not even realized that what they were doing had consequences outside the immediate circle of tormentor and tormented, but if no one else was going to remind them that they were breaking human beings, then he had enough anger in him to do so right now. 

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Kieran gave him an even look.

"Considering I don’t know who it is that’s trying to intimidate me in my own office, I hardly think I’ve particularly aimed to hurt those you hold under your protection," he repeated the words, a slight sneer now underlying his own in mockery. It really irked him when masters believed they were doing good by coming here, that they were ‘saving’ one slave or another by giving them a place to live and someone to hold onto. And then leaving.

"Aspen’s state of mind is the product of innumerable masters offering him something they can never guarantee. Security, companionship, love," his jaw worked at the word, "Before tossing him aside when he, as their precious little toy, is no longer what they want or need. I never offered such to him. I never even offered a claim. I had eight hours with him and I used them to my liking, I can assure you he’s suffered worse at far less capable hands before I got him."

He could tell the man was angry, but he wasn’t able to read far enough into him to be able to tell if he was angry at Kieran or the situation Kieran’s actions had pushed him into. They had never met before this afternoon, he hadn’t even seen the man around before. He seemed like a master that didn’t start conflict, nor enjoy it when it hit him square in the face, and despite his very admirable attempt at being intimidating, Kieran didn’t fear him.

He wondered, for a moment, if he’d ever get so upset over someone hurting what was his. He recalled the tugging annoyance at seeing Oz’s scars that he hadn’t put there, but he doubted he would ever defend the man as this master was currently defending an unclaimed slave.


[Closed] Nico & Oz - This is Not the Wisest Decision He’s Ever Made 

nicosullivan:

Who: Oz & Nico (and, sadly, Kieran)
Where: Kieran’s Suite
When: Thursday, May 30th - late afternoon while Kieran is out with Caius
What: This rental is against the rules. Oz uses Kieran’s forgotten cell phone to put in a rental request to finally get a little alone time with Nico. This can’t possibly go wrong - okay this is probably gonna go really wrong. (and by wrong we mean awkward and awkward it surely is) [Musical Riff.]

oz-hinder:

That was exactly it, what Oz had wanted to hear, and he responded instinctively, groaning. He tilted his head to change the angle, as much to feel Nico’s hand moving over his head as to make it easier for the man to push up into his mouth. He could feel the surges of muscle under his fingers, feel Nico clutching him close and he met him half way, bobbing his head to keep the rhythm.

The hand not curled under one of Nico’s thighs had slid down between his own legs, because he was hard as shit just doing this for the man,  it felt fantastic and dangerous all at the same time and then the sound that ran his blood cold. Oz went still glanced up - he knew the sound was from behind him, knew it hadn’t come from Nico, but still when he drew back sharply, he was hoping that maybe the guy would admit to surprise sexual ventriloquism or something.

Except there was no mistaking the voice asking him a favor, and Oz sat back stuck. He was stuck with his mind in an utter flatline. There wasn’t even quite room for panic - it was just such a fuckin’ perfect pile of shit landing neatly in Oz’s teacup. As usual.

He reached out to get hold of the cell phone from the nightstand and sat back on his haunches, looking over his shoulder at Kieran - who didn’t really even look all that mad - before he took a deep breath. “Hey boss, uh,” he looked down at Nico apologetically, reached out to drag a blanket closer so he could cover up. “Surprise? You wanna uh…I mean it’s a big bed, hey?” 

He tossed the phone to Kieran anyway, waiting to see exactly where this was going, and exactly how much shit he was in before he started bolting like he was in trouble. 

Unfortunately, surprise sexual ventriloquism was not part of Nico’s repertoire and the words ‘Well, fuck’ were all Nico’s mind had supplied him, except that he and Oz had barely gotten down to any actual fucking when Kieran finally made himself known. It was funny how his mind seemed so blase, taking a few moments before the severity of the situation caught up with him. Perhaps it was because Oz was there as well.

His hand closed around the blanket that was dragged towards him and he tugged it over himself, trying to cling to some sense of modesty even though Oz was still completely naked, tossing the doctor his phone and casually - or maybe not so casually - offering for Kieran to join them.

Nico swallowed, looking at Kieran and waiting for a response. The man did not seem too angry. In fact, he seemed almost amused, but one could never be so sure with the people here, even though Nico still did not believe Kieran to be as dangerous a man Oz had said he was. 

There were a number of options he could take. Own up to what they’d done, apologize profusely and hope there would be no punishments - but he was not up for saying sorry for what they were doing, follow Oz’s lead in getting the doctor to join them, even though he was not sure how Kieran would respond to that, or the final option, to stay quiet and see how things played out, seeing as he was not sure who was in more trouble here. 

Nico opted for the final option, his eyes darting from Kieran to Oz and back to Kieran again and as much as he wanted to reach a hand out towards Oz to ground himself, he managed to keep himself in check.

Kieran caught the phone, noted it was off despite him having charged it fully only the night before, and slid it into his pocket before returning his arms to being crossed over his chest. At Oz’s suggestion he raised an eyebrow, blinking as his eyes slid from Oz to Nico and back again.

"I doubt your companion would appreciate it, and I enjoy my company willing, or mindfucked into being that way." he shrugged, "Or desperate enough to want it so badly they come begging for it themselves." he gave Oz a deliberate little smile before turning his head to Nico again.

"You never did make an appointment to see me, Mr Sullivan," he said, pressing his lips together in a strange sort of expression between amusement and second hand embarrassment. "I hardly think you’ll do so after today." he clicked his tongue and let his eyes travel over the rest of the room a moment.

"Since I highly doubt this was your idea," he said finally, "You have my permission to dress before you leave." he told him, letting his eyes return to Nico before flicking to Oz when he felt the man would intervene, "Since, I assume, you rented him for your pleasure under my name, Oslow, he is mine to give permission to or not.”

His eyes lingered before sliding to Nico again. “I would suggest you take the offer while it’s on the table, Mr. Sullivan.”


[Closed] Kieran & Joss, Sometimes A Great Notion 

Who: Kieran Bishop, Joss Holt

When: June 2nd

Where: Kieran’s Office

What: Today on All My Children, Joss confronts Kieran after his treatment of Aspen proves to be the last straw. He’s sick of seeing everyone around him suffering. Kieran has something to say for himself, but it’s unlikely to help [Theme Song Plays.]

The way this man reacted suggested no surprise, after the initial bang of the door flying open in front of Joss. He met the stare evenly like he expected someone to be there and angry, like he knew it could be for any number of reasons, any of which he didn’t think were so completely out of reach.

“Aspen,” he dropped the name into the space that their level stares occupied, speaking over Kieran the instant he began to talk, so he would know why Joss was here, in this space he would rather have never occupied. He couldn’t pretend that he was guiltless, that he was above anyone else on the island, but there were some people who he would rather never come into orbit with.

“Dr. Bishop,” he began, slowly, when the other had finished. “I’m certain that given your position you have a unique insight into the nature of this place.” Kieran certainly knew what kind of people frequented it, what sort of masters were common on a place where you could buy away almost any sin. Where money erased every horrible thing and left so many hollow eyed and damaged people bouncing around and intersecting each other. 

“If you choose to add to it rather than subtract - I have tried very hard,” he stressed the last word, still making that same unnerving eye contact. “Not to allow that to become my business.” But as hard as he’d tried this island had systematically, mercilessly made it Josselin Holt’s business. He tipped his head down,  though he stood tall enough even leaned forward on the man’s desk to look down over the top rims of the man’s glasses and directly into his eyes.

“If you touch Aspen again I will revoke that policy.” 

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Kieran watched, and listened. Not so much amused by the smile on his face was unmistakeable. He’d done so well to avoid such petty attacks till now. No territorial claims, no issues from clients… he’d been lucky in that the masters that saw him only needed one session and the slaves that saw his darker edge were not believed. He doubted, even, that were this to get out he’d lose many of his clients. There were too many lies on the island, and he was the only psychologist and psychiatrist here.

When the man finished speaking, Kieran didn’t move beyond raising an eyebrow. He’d followed him with his eyes as he’d leaned nearer, taken away the barrier of Kieran’s glasses from between them, and now he looked up at him, body still relaxed, the picture of ease.

"Correct me if I’m wrong, but Aspen isn’t yours to defend." he said, tone smooth, "I don’t recall a claim being put in for the boy. I asked Aspen when he arrived if there had been interested parties, he informed me there were not."

He titled his head a little and shifted so he was sitting up a little more, not yet standing but ready to if needed.

"He left with no marks on him, walking on his own, and quite coherent. If you have a problem with his performance, perhaps the person to address would be Dante Watson."


[Closed] Kieran & Joss, Sometimes A Great Notion 

a-quiet-in-the-soul:

Who: Kieran Bishop, Joss Holt

When: June 2nd

Where: Kieran’s Office

What: Today on All My Children, Joss confronts Kieran after his treatment of Aspen proves to be the last straw. He’s sick of seeing everyone around him suffering. Kieran has something to say for himself, but it’s unlikely to help [Theme Song Plays.]

Joss had been worried about Aspen, he kept checking up to be sure the man was alright, to be sure there wasn’t anything he could do. Much as he was worried about the man being isolated, he didn’t have enough leverage to get a claim through on the man. Even he could see that Aspen needed someplace safe and supportive to keep himself together. He needed to know that he wasn’t alone.

But what he’d found today - the change had been instant and overnight - was almost unrecognizable. Joss had barely been able to coax a name out of the man, but he had - the psychiatrist, a man he hadn’t met, but he could read the man’s effects hear clear as day. 

This is the last straw of many last straws. Joss has seen every single person here that he’s made a connection with suffer deeply in this last week, and he is sick to his stomach that he cannot even begin to protect them. He couldn’t protect Lachlan, though now he was better able. He couldn’t protect Daniel or Adrian, and now even Aspen - already suffering, had been struck.

He doesn’t -quite - kick the doctor’s door in. 

But it opens with force and unannounced and the painter entered heedless of what he might be interrupting. Dr. Bishop, after all, had not seemed to care what he interrupted. He crossed the space without a word, placed his palms flat on the doctor’s desk and stared at him, still dressed in his work clothes. What he’s supposed to say, he doesn’t exactly know, but he holds his silence for long enough that the man might start to guess why Joss is here without an appointment. 

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Kieran had a headache. It had been growing behind his eyes for the last few days and throbbing lightly, enough to make itself known. He’d had back to back patients the day before - the day after Aspen had helped him get his mind back on track - and today was shaping up to be a similar day, just without the afternoon client.

He was tired. He was so fucken tired, and he was getting more and more bored by the day. And boredom was dangerous, boredom boiled the blood and led him to abuse more and more innocent slaves like Aspen. Not that he particularly gave a flying fuck about what the boy was going through; he’d served his purpose and had done so rather well. But boredom would lead to more rentals, more money spent, and less and less genuine responses; once you fucked someone over mentally a few times, you’ve done it every way possible. They start anticipating and reacting accordingly and the novelty is lost.

He didn’t want to be bored. Boredom would not bode well for anyone.

Kieran would admit he jerked when his door was shoved open and a rather tall man - a master, he’d guess, if not for the very uniform-like clothing - walked right up to his desk and stared at him. Well. He’d certainly not had this before. He’d had Tyr waltz into his office trying to win his attention, he’d had Trausti unravel the very concept of personal space, he’d had Preston attempt to unnerve him here, others try to make the space their own - Oslow… fucken Oslow… - but he had never had someone come in aching for a fight.

He leaned back in his chair, hands clasped comfortably against his stomach, and met the man’s stare as evenly as it was given. He could hold a gaze. He’d been told his ability to not blink for a while was unnerving, but he’d never really had a decent enough opponent to play with, and this man was certainly shaping up to be one. After  a few moments, Kieran ceded, blinking languidly and slow before cocking his head and letting his eyes narrow.

"I should make good on my threat to lock the door."