revengesbastion (revengesbastion) wrote in snitchers, @ 2018-04-07 21:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: iris travers, char: sebastian travers |
Who: Iris and Sebastian Travers
What: Sebastian spoils his wife
Where: Their house, Tinsworth
When: Saturday Morning, April 7th before the wedding
Sebastian had been on a high since the successful attack on the hospital, but in the days coming away from that, having seen what his wife did, and how they got off together on such carnage--- it only served to remind him what a goddess of a wife he had. She was his partner, she was the mother of his children, and while they both strayed, he found just how much he appreciated her constant companionship. It was why he’d decided that she would be rewarded and he knew just the thing.
No, no simple show of jewelry or trinkets would win over the heart of Iris, and that was part of why he had been so drawn to her in their youth. He had another target in mind, a toy of sorts. Sebastian went out frequently, siting work, as he prowled the streets of Diagon for his choice. It was surprisingly hard to find a suitable young man alone, one was always with someone these days. It had been several days before he’d been lucky enough to find Kellan McCloud, drunk off his bench and willing to take anything Sebastian gave him. He’d been surprisingly easy to drug, and carry back to Tinsworth, which was almost a disappointment.
He’d kept him in the empty broom shed that sat on the corner of their property, and charmed it just slightly bigger, to include a small bathroom for his prisoner, but little other luxuries. Once Iris had worked her magic, gained his trust, properly trained him, then he would be allowed in the house. Until he was house trained, the man would be kept outside in his less than comfortable home. Sebastian had strolled out to check on him, early that morning, fed him and gave him water before knocking him back out again. No, for this to work, Kellan would need to stay unconscious while Sebastian showed his wife her new toy or she couldn’t quite play the savior role needed to gain his trust.
Walking back into the house with a smile on his lips, he was humming. He came up behind his wife, slapping her soundly on the bottom, and leaned against her. “You’ve been good, my darling wife, and I have a present for you.”