[centre][color=gold][h2]Atallia Faeron[/h2]
[sub]Bride of Loofy[@agentmanatee] & sister-bride to Aerienna Cassiel[@RomanAria]
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Atallia reached forward, her hand slipping over the table and coming mind-numbingly close to the small yet efficient weapon when she turned to catch the eyes of her Lord Husband. [color=ed1c24]"You must eat and drink 'Tal', you must be hungry from your like ride here. Besides, you will need your energy soon,Aery seems to understand that... I would follow her example in this case, if I were you."[/color]. It was as if he hadn't noticed her at all but Talli wasn't a fool and she knew he had caught her. Her intentions, however, were clearly misjudged as she intended to slit the throat of the Drakken behind them, not this hulking monstrosity that she had to call a husband. [color=ed1c24]"Unless you wish for things to get violent now? No, surely your not so foolish."[/color] He continued on and for a split-second, Atallia felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Her eyes darkened in silent challenge but she looked away quickly and gripped the wine glass, gulping down the wine greedily. She usually hated the stuff but it worked wonders to calm nerves. Not that she was nervous, of course.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the other Bride which Lugft had claimed seemingly began to choke and fall into unconciousness. It would have been a perfect time to grab the knife and go at her husband but she was too distracted by his response as he lifted the small girl and proceeded to press his lips to hers. She could sense the heat from his hands so she guessed that he was using clever magic to bring the not-so-willing girl back. It wouldn't have bothered Atallia if it wasn't for the fact that he instantly decided that going to his bedchambers with them was a good response. [color=ed1c24]"Such uncouth and rebellious Gems... it appears you will both require quite a bit of teaching. We will start tonight."[/color]

Her mind blanked as she felt rough hands loop around her waist and drag her to her feet. It couldn't be like this. She had spent her whole life preparing for this, preparing to throw off the manacles which had enslaved her people. She would be a hero. And yet, here she was, being dragged up to a room to become yet another victim of the Drakken war-machine. She wriggled and cast her eyes around the halls, trying to find something that would work as a weapon; anything at all.

Her search was inconclusive and in no time, they were at the door to his bedroom which he quickly kicked open. In a moment, they were already flung on the bed as he began to undress, his taunt floating over them. [color=ed1c24]"So, who would like to be first?"[/color] It mattered very little who would go first. They would both suffer that night.

[color=fda5e7]“Me, if it please my lord. I would be honored to go first.”[/color] She was beginning to wonder if this girl had a death wish. She was very willingly drowning herself in submission. She didn't know any better, Atallia reasoned, or this was her means of surviving this. She would die sooner or later though - they all did; survival was meaningless. Then it hit her - maybe she was not the one who deserved to have her manacles cast off? Maybe being a hero meant that her sacrifice was great so that others would not have to sacrifice. Her eyes settled to a gentle gold and she felt the sliver of a lie starting to form in her throat.

[color=gold]"You Drakken like to rush everything. If you're going to do something, at least enjoy it."[/color] Rolling her eyes, she turned them away from Lugft to the small girl beside her. She needed to give her a chance. A distraction was in order. Sitting up, she shifted slowly before wrapping her nimble fingers around Aery's back and dragging her into a kiss. It was meaningless but it was a good distraction as she pushed the other girl down and leaned over her. Breaking her lips away, her hands moved around until she was holding the back of her head. This was all blocked from Lugft but she only had a few seconds. Picturing the warm embrace of a fire, her hands began to heat as she stared down at Aery. [color=gold]"Go. Do what you did down there. You don't have to suffer tonight. Consider my debt repaid."[/color] Her voice was barely even a whisper and could easily be mistaken for sweet nothings as a spark of fire consumed her eyes. [color=gold]"Fall asleep and dream of sweet things."[/color] She smiled gently as the heat began to rapidly increase, a silent threat to contrast her gentle words.

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Atallia decides not to go for the knife and Loofa takes them up to the bedroom. Atallia figures out that she can't really save herself but she can save others so she decides to give Aery a little smooch in distraction and tells her to knock herself out. You ain't fading to black on me yet! >.<
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