Thread: You've got no choice (CottonCandyHaze x RocLobster)

The conversation being held between the master and their property was a spirited one indeed. Even far down the hallway as Adiyna and his companion were escorted to back of the Moreau booth they could hear the protestant shouts of a male figure, mixed with the angry retorts of a female. It would seem that despite the Champion being nothing more than someone's property, he had not lost his vigour or sense of self worth. What do you mean I have nothing to protest against?! You pitted me against a -pregnant- Cyclops! The thing had to be only a few weeks from entering labour! I only agree to fight for you for honour, and this is your idea of honour ?! The fiery blond male spat at the feet of his matron, inciting her to return the disrespect with a harsh slap across his face, staining his light complexion a shade of red in the shape of the woman's hand. As 'Angelus' raised his gaze back up after recoiling from the disciplinary blow, his sharp blue eyes were drawn towards the approaching figures from down the hall. His body instinctively standing to attention at the sight of his so called betters. He thought otherwise privately, but had been in his current situation long enough to know that his life is a lot more comfortable if he let's such pompous and self righteous creatures believe their fairy tails, rather than to correct them and drag them kicking and screaming into the real world. The husband was the one to notice his sponsors sudden change of posture. Dropping his rebellious discharge in an effort to uphold the house's appearances. The lank, dark haired male gave his with an annoyed little nudge with his elbow in hopes of getting her to settle down, though she continued to shriek and flame at the silver soldier regardless. Uhm, excuse me, came the quiet intrusion of a gentle, feminine voice. As the gathering of Moreau nobles and guards turned to eye regally dressed figure the slave dared to take a moment to examine her himself. She was cute, blonde as he was with thick dark lips coated in crimson that seemed to have a perpetually wicked smile about them. He didn't know whether to be unnerved or attracted to the unknown noble, though once he heard her request, he couldn't help but feel the first emotion once he'd heard the request. His eyes going wide though he tried to hide the sudden facial spasm. He kept quiet as they conversed, not daring to utter a word while in the presence of multiple armed guards. He'd suffered a burning cheek and was happy to leave it at that, even if he could take care of the guards surrounding him simple enough. The rest of them filling the halls and chambers of the arena would eventually overwhelm him without a doubt. All that effort, to suppress one and ensnare one man, for the sake of entertainment? These foreigners had strange ideas when it came to wise investments, so he thought. Angelus remained quiet up until the point that Adiyna left, returning his gaze to his owner with a look as though he'd just been sucking on something sour. Her words, probably. You plan to pass me over to this one? As what? A whore to warm her bed during the cold nights? Him , Alexander... Him. said Belmorn, a wry grin curling up from his whiskered lips to revel in his mockery. Lillith's husband had always viewed the slave soldier with open distaste. It was a well known fact amongst the Moreau household that Lillith had been taking liberties with her champion. Whether Alexander partook in such actions willingly or not didn't matter to the scorned husband. His wife was being violated by this filth regularly and the thought of being rid of him, in such a humiliating fashion was just too beautiful a thought to keep contained to himself. Sharing his bliss through the mocking smile he shared with Angelus. Alexander's eyes went wide, darting back to Lillith's in a pleading manner only to be shut out. It seemed she had made her decision already, averting her eyes from her pet and looking to her husband. Defeated by their own extravagance and foolish attempt to flaunt their undefeated warrior. She knew that this day would be lamented forever, and that once word had spread that Adiyna had procured the prized possession of the Moreau family that their names would bear a great shame. Having sold out to heartless whore for the sake of avoiding any criminal prosecutions relating to todays activities, having been unable to properly control and discipline their retainer. Mistress, I beg of you! Do not sell me to such a creature! He begged as the guards started ushering him away, but the woman paid him no heed. Perhaps ignoring him made the blow feel less painful, to herself at least. But Alexander was feeling no such comfort. His mistress didn't turn to gift him so much as a goodbye, though Belmorn was more than happy to send a small wave his way, striking a grin which made Alexander's blood boil before the expression was lost to the obscurity of distance. Although he couldn't make the image out, he didn't need to directly view it. The dark haired man's derisive smile having been burned into Alex's retinas. He looked on in defeat as the guards carried him away and out of the arena walls. If he was to be traded, he knew he wouldn't be heading back to his 'comfortable' cell back in the Moreau manor. He would be taken immediately to the slavers pavilion, to have his paperwork processed while his former owners dinned with the new, exchanging handshakes and signatures before the actual meat's leash would move from one hand to the other. That was the part he looked forward to the least of all this... As was tradition in this strange city, slaves would always be handed to their new owners with a collar and leash, supposedly signifying the respect of one man passing ownership onto another. But to Alex, it was just a vulgar and demeaning display, who's sole purpose was to affirm the slaves despair.