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In my world music class we had a West African musician performing for us and I had to crash study for a quiz in Jazz. But it all went okay.
Emma's great! The black mail thing was interesting. Melissa seems like a real peach. My post is a tiny bit shorter, but I'm leaving it open for conversation. You could even have Emma push Clara in to get her to loosen up or something.
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Clara had only just looked in the direction that Emma had pointed out to her, and didn't have time to get a word in, before the blonde girl was walking away from her. She squinted her eyes slightly at whatever Emma was walking to, trying to see it better in the dark. She saw water, and rocks surrounded it, secluding it from the rest of the beach. Then she noticed that Emma was halfway towards it. "...Hey!" Clara started after her, nearly tripping in the sand but managing to maintain her balance and not falling on her face in front of one of the popular girls at school. Or behind her. Whatever.
It didn't long for her to catch up with Emma as they approached her destination. Any words Clara had been about to say to her were forgotten as she stared at what the other girl had discovered. It was a pool of sea water, cut off from the rest of the ocean by the beach and the rocks that enclosed it. The water was simultaneously clear and the deepest blue that Clara had ever seen. It looked like it had existed for a while yet also undisturbed, like no one had ever taken a swim in it before. But it's isolation somehow made it even more beautiful. Clara let out a low whistle. "Whoa...I haven't heard anyone say anything about this place. Have you been here before?"
She looked over at Emma for her answer and for some reason she knew exactly what the other girl was planning on doing. "But...Emma, we're supposed to be charting stars, and watching the meteor shower," Clara said, feeling a little lame and like a goody-two-shoes. What was it about this damn town that made her so awkward? It wasn't like she had been Queen Bee at her old school (it had been way too big for that), but she had been fairly popular and well liked among her peers. She had conversations easily, could make people laugh with her sarcastic sense of humor, enjoyed a nice party now and again, and probably would have jumped into the water without hesitation. But now all she was was shy, nervous, and way too aware of her status as the new girl in school.
Clara set the bag with the blankets, extra lights, and all of the charting stuff down on the ground and looked between Emma and the pool. The tall rocks enclosing the pool were blocking the cool breeze, so she didn't feel too uncomfortable taking her jacket off, leaving her in her sweater, shirt, and jeans. Her bare feet were cold but she didn't feel like filling her shoes with sand. "You know it's getting colder out here, right? I don't have a towel. Or a suit." She probably wasn't invited for this midnight swim, anyway. But Clara didn't think she was going to let Emma swim alone late at night. She was supposed to be making friends tonight, although she was with a girl who didn't seem interested in making friends with her in the slightest.
It didn't long for her to catch up with Emma as they approached her destination. Any words Clara had been about to say to her were forgotten as she stared at what the other girl had discovered. It was a pool of sea water, cut off from the rest of the ocean by the beach and the rocks that enclosed it. The water was simultaneously clear and the deepest blue that Clara had ever seen. It looked like it had existed for a while yet also undisturbed, like no one had ever taken a swim in it before. But it's isolation somehow made it even more beautiful. Clara let out a low whistle. "Whoa...I haven't heard anyone say anything about this place. Have you been here before?"
She looked over at Emma for her answer and for some reason she knew exactly what the other girl was planning on doing. "But...Emma, we're supposed to be charting stars, and watching the meteor shower," Clara said, feeling a little lame and like a goody-two-shoes. What was it about this damn town that made her so awkward? It wasn't like she had been Queen Bee at her old school (it had been way too big for that), but she had been fairly popular and well liked among her peers. She had conversations easily, could make people laugh with her sarcastic sense of humor, enjoyed a nice party now and again, and probably would have jumped into the water without hesitation. But now all she was was shy, nervous, and way too aware of her status as the new girl in school.
Clara set the bag with the blankets, extra lights, and all of the charting stuff down on the ground and looked between Emma and the pool. The tall rocks enclosing the pool were blocking the cool breeze, so she didn't feel too uncomfortable taking her jacket off, leaving her in her sweater, shirt, and jeans. Her bare feet were cold but she didn't feel like filling her shoes with sand. "You know it's getting colder out here, right? I don't have a towel. Or a suit." She probably wasn't invited for this midnight swim, anyway. But Clara didn't think she was going to let Emma swim alone late at night. She was supposed to be making friends tonight, although she was with a girl who didn't seem interested in making friends with her in the slightest.
Just got back from class~ I'm excited.
Whatever you want is fine. I'm sure I'll like the new pic too. :)
Hope your family thing went well this weekend~
"Sleepwalking?" Sam replied, her voice tired and confused. It took effort to think about it but she couldn't remember ever sleepwalking before in her life... But his explanations made sense. Dreaming and sleepwalking made sense, didn't they? And if they didn't she was not in the right state of mind to think about it or argue with him. So, for the moment, she believed him. "I guess I'm lucky a Jockal didn't eat me." Her lips flickered into a weak smile at her joke. "Try not to look so grim all of the time," Sam advised him as she closed her eyes for a moment. August asked if she could walk as he draped her arm over his neck and held her firmly around her middle. Sam looked down at her feet and regretted the action immediately. "I don't know," she admitted truthfully. "I could try?" She didn't want to but she would. For him.
At the corner of her eye she though she saw a tiny girl sitting on a boulder and watching them. But when her head turned she saw no one, and she wrote it off as a figment of her imagination. Eolande had darted off when the two mortals had started walking away. The fairy princess was going back to the fairy realm, but was careful to avoid her brother. No doubt he'd be furious with her.
August and Sam moved slowly, which she was grateful for. Her legs felt like lead and moved clumsily, and she leaned against him heavily, dependent on him to keep her upright and moving. "Sorry," she kept telling him, when she leaned on him too much or when she tripped on something, which was often. She wondered how far she had wandered and if she had the energy to make it all the way back without needing him to carry her.
At his words she looked over at him. It was too dark to notice the change in his right eye just yet, so she was smiling. "You want to watch over me?" Sam asked and she laughed a little, it was a tired sound, and leaned her head against his shoulder. "It's almost as though you like me... But yeah. It's fine. Sleeping sounds good, not going back to Raquelle's tent sounds good, and you keeping an eye on me...I guess that sounds good, too." Maybe it was because she was so weak and tired but him having his arm around her waist, and being pressed against him like this, it felt nice. Safe. Secure. She could stay with him like this for hours. "I might just fall asleep before we even get back. Would you hate me if I asked you to carry me? Walking's....walking is hard."
Her voice had gotten smaller and weaker with each word and she was silent for a while before she spoke to him again. Sam had leaned her head back to look up at him, her gray eyes tired but shining. "Thank you, August. For coming to get me. You're a good man. I think you're problem is that you've gotten a little bit lost. But you have a good heart somewhere in there." She gently prodded his chest with her hand before setting her head against his shoulder again.
At the corner of her eye she though she saw a tiny girl sitting on a boulder and watching them. But when her head turned she saw no one, and she wrote it off as a figment of her imagination. Eolande had darted off when the two mortals had started walking away. The fairy princess was going back to the fairy realm, but was careful to avoid her brother. No doubt he'd be furious with her.
August and Sam moved slowly, which she was grateful for. Her legs felt like lead and moved clumsily, and she leaned against him heavily, dependent on him to keep her upright and moving. "Sorry," she kept telling him, when she leaned on him too much or when she tripped on something, which was often. She wondered how far she had wandered and if she had the energy to make it all the way back without needing him to carry her.
At his words she looked over at him. It was too dark to notice the change in his right eye just yet, so she was smiling. "You want to watch over me?" Sam asked and she laughed a little, it was a tired sound, and leaned her head against his shoulder. "It's almost as though you like me... But yeah. It's fine. Sleeping sounds good, not going back to Raquelle's tent sounds good, and you keeping an eye on me...I guess that sounds good, too." Maybe it was because she was so weak and tired but him having his arm around her waist, and being pressed against him like this, it felt nice. Safe. Secure. She could stay with him like this for hours. "I might just fall asleep before we even get back. Would you hate me if I asked you to carry me? Walking's....walking is hard."
Her voice had gotten smaller and weaker with each word and she was silent for a while before she spoke to him again. Sam had leaned her head back to look up at him, her gray eyes tired but shining. "Thank you, August. For coming to get me. You're a good man. I think you're problem is that you've gotten a little bit lost. But you have a good heart somewhere in there." She gently prodded his chest with her hand before setting her head against his shoulder again.
The fairy prince seemed not at all concerned about the fact that he was making a very dangerous man incredibly upset. The man wouldn't dare enter the ring, and if he tried to swing his sword he ran the risk of striking the girl, who was between them. What an excellent shield he had. Orin's laugh was clear and mocking as the Marshal first offered him his weapon, his sword. "Honestly. I could get one of those anywhere." His fingers traced sensually along Sam's slender waist and up the side of her stomach and chest before resting his hands on her shoulders. "Tick tock, tick tock," he repeated.
The man next offered his knowledge, which only made Orin laugh louder than before. This was almost pathetic. Stealing this girl away would be too easy, like taking sweets from a babe. "What knowledge could you possibly possess that would benefit me at all." He shook his head as though he was chiding a child. Next was his memories, his past, and Orin couldn't contain the boredom that idea filled him with before fixing a smug smile on August. "I'm disappointed, August," he confessed. "I thought you'd offer me something more...enticing in exchange for your lady. But clearly she means very little to you." He pressed himself closer to Sam, who still stood there without any idea what was happening around her. "Perhaps I'm doing her a favor by taking her..."
"My future, then."
For the first time interest flashed in Orin's eyes. "Come again?" he asked with a smirk and he listened as the Marshal offered a chance to experience the world that enticed Orin so much, but was mostly untouchable for him, through the Marshal himself. Through the vision of his right eye. Orin was silent for a moment, considering. The past meant very little to him, but the future? It was full of so many possibilities. And the future of a world that wasn't his own was...tempting. As tempting as the otherworld girl was. For a moment the fairy prince looked between the two, the Marshal and the girl, and then he smiled at the man.
"I...accept your offer. I will return the otherworlder to you in exchange for the sight of your right eye." Like any good bargain it needed to be sealed. Orin offered the Marshal his hand and when the man finally shook it his smile widened. There was a certain power in fairy bargains and it flowed through him and up into the mortal man's right eye. "See? That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Orin released his hand and turned back to Sam, nearly white as a ghost, and took her shoulders in his hands "To the days we could have had, my lovely lost girl," he purred to the uncomprehending girl and he briefly kissed her cold lips as he used his foot to kick aside some of the mushrooms.
The fairy ring's enchantment lifted as soon as the ring itself was broken, and Sam took in a shuddering gasp as life returned to her gray eyes and if Orin hadn't been holding her up she would have crumbled to the ground. The prince looked up at August and said in a cheery voice, "Catch," then pushed her at him. Sam stumbled and fell as Orin started walking away from the pair and back into the trees. "She'll be in shock for a little while, and very weak for a while longer, but she'll be perfectly fine. Pleasure doing business with you, August Derrick." He vanished into the shadows of the trees, and the remaining wisps flickered away as he did.
Sam, whether she had fallen to the grassy floor or August had managed to catch her, had her eyes half closed, tears still streaming from them, and her breathing was rapid and uneven, while her skin was pale and cold to touch. It didn't take long for what parts of her that had been drawn into the fairy realm to return, and soon her skin was regaining it's color and warmth while her breathing returned to normal. She let out a soft moan, her body shifting, and her eyes flickered all the way open to start up at the stars and moon before her gaze found August. She looked up at him for a moment, blinking in confusion as her memories were blurry. She vaguely remembered following the wisps to the clearing and noticing she had stepped into some sort of ring, but then it had gotten hazy. Now she just felt exhausted, and her entire body felt like she had been stretched apart while her limbs felt too heavy to move. "...August?" Sam said in a soft whisper, as that was all she was capable of. "What...what happened to me...? Where are..." Her eyes flickered around as much as they could, but she couldn't really recognize anything.
Eolande, meanwhile, had watched the exchange between August and Orin with wide eyes from behind her boulder. As soon as her brother had vanished once again she came out of hiding and propped herself up where she had been before, her violet eyes now fixed upon August and Sam.
The man next offered his knowledge, which only made Orin laugh louder than before. This was almost pathetic. Stealing this girl away would be too easy, like taking sweets from a babe. "What knowledge could you possibly possess that would benefit me at all." He shook his head as though he was chiding a child. Next was his memories, his past, and Orin couldn't contain the boredom that idea filled him with before fixing a smug smile on August. "I'm disappointed, August," he confessed. "I thought you'd offer me something more...enticing in exchange for your lady. But clearly she means very little to you." He pressed himself closer to Sam, who still stood there without any idea what was happening around her. "Perhaps I'm doing her a favor by taking her..."
"My future, then."
For the first time interest flashed in Orin's eyes. "Come again?" he asked with a smirk and he listened as the Marshal offered a chance to experience the world that enticed Orin so much, but was mostly untouchable for him, through the Marshal himself. Through the vision of his right eye. Orin was silent for a moment, considering. The past meant very little to him, but the future? It was full of so many possibilities. And the future of a world that wasn't his own was...tempting. As tempting as the otherworld girl was. For a moment the fairy prince looked between the two, the Marshal and the girl, and then he smiled at the man.
"I...accept your offer. I will return the otherworlder to you in exchange for the sight of your right eye." Like any good bargain it needed to be sealed. Orin offered the Marshal his hand and when the man finally shook it his smile widened. There was a certain power in fairy bargains and it flowed through him and up into the mortal man's right eye. "See? That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Orin released his hand and turned back to Sam, nearly white as a ghost, and took her shoulders in his hands "To the days we could have had, my lovely lost girl," he purred to the uncomprehending girl and he briefly kissed her cold lips as he used his foot to kick aside some of the mushrooms.
The fairy ring's enchantment lifted as soon as the ring itself was broken, and Sam took in a shuddering gasp as life returned to her gray eyes and if Orin hadn't been holding her up she would have crumbled to the ground. The prince looked up at August and said in a cheery voice, "Catch," then pushed her at him. Sam stumbled and fell as Orin started walking away from the pair and back into the trees. "She'll be in shock for a little while, and very weak for a while longer, but she'll be perfectly fine. Pleasure doing business with you, August Derrick." He vanished into the shadows of the trees, and the remaining wisps flickered away as he did.
Sam, whether she had fallen to the grassy floor or August had managed to catch her, had her eyes half closed, tears still streaming from them, and her breathing was rapid and uneven, while her skin was pale and cold to touch. It didn't take long for what parts of her that had been drawn into the fairy realm to return, and soon her skin was regaining it's color and warmth while her breathing returned to normal. She let out a soft moan, her body shifting, and her eyes flickered all the way open to start up at the stars and moon before her gaze found August. She looked up at him for a moment, blinking in confusion as her memories were blurry. She vaguely remembered following the wisps to the clearing and noticing she had stepped into some sort of ring, but then it had gotten hazy. Now she just felt exhausted, and her entire body felt like she had been stretched apart while her limbs felt too heavy to move. "...August?" Sam said in a soft whisper, as that was all she was capable of. "What...what happened to me...? Where are..." Her eyes flickered around as much as they could, but she couldn't really recognize anything.
Eolande, meanwhile, had watched the exchange between August and Orin with wide eyes from behind her boulder. As soon as her brother had vanished once again she came out of hiding and propped herself up where she had been before, her violet eyes now fixed upon August and Sam.
Yeah, his evilness just flowed and I was like 'ew he's creepy that works I love it!'
I'll be waiting for something rather big. I'm trying to think of what it could possibly be beyond his life. You can have Orin sort of laugh off his first few offers if you want. Or give August "Are you serious" type looks ha. The only characters I feel like I need to have exclusive control over are Sam, Liam, and Narissa.
Post when you're energized/motivated~
I'll be waiting for something rather big. I'm trying to think of what it could possibly be beyond his life. You can have Orin sort of laugh off his first few offers if you want. Or give August "Are you serious" type looks ha. The only characters I feel like I need to have exclusive control over are Sam, Liam, and Narissa.
Post when you're energized/motivated~
Introducing creepy fairy prince~
My inspiration just overpowered me with this post, I'm so proud of this villain.
My inspiration just overpowered me with this post, I'm so proud of this villain.
Narissa initially listened to her daughter's complaints with a patient expression, though she didn't really care how the girl dressed or looked or smelled. She was a peasant, no doubt, so why wouldn't she look that way? Though the trousers were odd for a girl. Even a peasant girl. It was when Raquelle mentioned the Marshal that Narissa truly began to pay attention. That the Marshal talked to her, smiled at her. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Not for one second did she believe that this Samantha girl was a witch. Darius surely would have sensed the power, and by extension she would have sensed it. But the way Raquelle claimed Derrick acted around her... If she wasn't already suspicious of him before she certainly was now. And Dorothea apparently liked the girl, too... "I don't know what she is," Narissa admitted, "If she is a double agent or not. I doubt she had magical capabilities though..."
Her suspicions, her troubles, were almost immediately torn from her when Raquelle told her mother what she had done to Prince Liam. "You did what?" Narissa hissed furiously, her green eyes flashing as she stared at her daughter. "You poisoned him with the potion? How could be so foolish? What in the world possessed you to do that? And made you think that was a smart decision? It was clumsy and dangerous! Do you know what that potion will do to him? What if the effects never wear off? I needed him perfectly intact and unscathed for when the company reaches the capitol? Stupid girl!" Narissa fumed and glared at her daughter. "And if your plan to get rid of her fails? When the Marshal defends her? Those men trust him more than they trust you. Fool." She closed her eyes and took a breath. "If your plan fails, and the girl remains with the company, watch her. And the Marshal. Report to me every night about their actions. I don't trust either of them. And try to fix this mess you created with Prince Liam. Maybe it'll make him fall in love with you." In her heart she wasn't hopeful of that last fact. It would be better if he married Raquelle willingly when this was over, but if not the marriage pact that had been made between Eldonia and Itelia so long ago still held firm. "Do not be so rash in the future, Raquelle. Fix this." And Narissa disappeared from Raquelle's mirror. The queen had had quite enough surprises for one night.
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The fae girl watched August's enraged reactions to her words with her characteristic melancholy. She opened her mouth to answer at his initial question but he moved forward as he yelled for the girl Sam in a desperate rage. She watched him as he edged around the circle and reached for her. She shook her head as he did so. "It is not that simple," she said in her sad voice, "You cannot just pull her from the ring." And he rounded on her again to demand an answer. "My question for you, Marshal, is what won't you do?" the fairy girl said in her little voice, "What won't you do to save her?"
"What my little sister is trying to ask," another voice said from the trees, "is what you're willing to give up to save her." A tall young man stepped from the shadows of the trees, impossibly beautiful with pale skin and long silver blonde hair like the fairy girl's. His eyes were purple, too. But his were a pale shade of lilac rather than deep violet, and they were as wise as the girl's, but cold and calculating. He wore simple clothes made of fine material and a smirk on his face. "Hello, Eolande. Trying to spoil my fun again, are we?" he said to the little fairy, his sister, and she squeaked as she hid behind the boulder she had been sitting on. The fairy man looked back at August with his smirk. "Forgive my sister. She's always been a rebellious little thing. My name is Orin, prince of the Unseelie Court."
He loped gracefully to the ring and entered it without fear. He looked at Sam like a cat who had caught the canary, with triumph and a hint of hunger, and reached out to touch her cheek. Sam emitted a sigh as her head tilted toward the touch and Orin's smile grew, showing his teeth. "She's quite extraordinary, isn't she? So vibrant and fiery inside. Not like the mortal girls of this world. No, she's something special. I sensed her the moment she set foot on the fairy roads, and I just...I couldn't resist her. Such a fine prize. I must thank you, August Derrick, for bringing her to this world. To me. Without you none of this would be possible." He smiled at the man, mocking him, before turning his eyes back to Sam and he sighed longingly. "She has such spirit. And...she's rather pretty, isn't she? For a mortal? Haven't you noticed, August?" Orin gently turned Sam's head so August could clearly see her face. Her eyes gazed right at him without seeing, and her skin was growing paler as she was slowly drained from this world and into the fairy realm. Soon she'd start to fade away entirely. Orin leaned forward and kissed her cheek, watching the man outside of the ring as he did so. "So different, so lovely... She'll make an excellent pet, and I'll take good care of her. Don't you worry about that. She'll be happy with me."
Orin laughed for a moment before settling down and meeting August's gaze. "But I'm not entirely unfair. The girl is rather valuable to me, and I'd hate to loose her, but you do seem rather keen on getting her back. Perhaps...a compromise could be made? Depending on how far you're willing to go for her. How much you care for her." Orin took a moment to take Sam's hand and spin her slowly as though they were dancing, showing her off to August like she was an item on sale. Which, in this situation, she was. It was something that Sam would be livid about if she was truly conscious for this. But the subconscious part of her mind that wasn't enchanted by the ring was too busy to notice the world around her due to the fact that it was screaming from the pain of being pulled bit by bit into the fairy realm. It was her subconscious that was generating the tears that steadily flowed from her unfocused eyes. "Tell me August. How much is Samantha Shea worth to you? What are you, the Marshal who betrayed his kingdom and disgraced his name in order to protect it, ready to sacrifice to save this otherworld girl from her fate?" Orin's pale eyes watched August, were transfixed upon him. "Clock's ticking August. Before too long she will be lost to this realm. Tick tock, tick tock."
Her suspicions, her troubles, were almost immediately torn from her when Raquelle told her mother what she had done to Prince Liam. "You did what?" Narissa hissed furiously, her green eyes flashing as she stared at her daughter. "You poisoned him with the potion? How could be so foolish? What in the world possessed you to do that? And made you think that was a smart decision? It was clumsy and dangerous! Do you know what that potion will do to him? What if the effects never wear off? I needed him perfectly intact and unscathed for when the company reaches the capitol? Stupid girl!" Narissa fumed and glared at her daughter. "And if your plan to get rid of her fails? When the Marshal defends her? Those men trust him more than they trust you. Fool." She closed her eyes and took a breath. "If your plan fails, and the girl remains with the company, watch her. And the Marshal. Report to me every night about their actions. I don't trust either of them. And try to fix this mess you created with Prince Liam. Maybe it'll make him fall in love with you." In her heart she wasn't hopeful of that last fact. It would be better if he married Raquelle willingly when this was over, but if not the marriage pact that had been made between Eldonia and Itelia so long ago still held firm. "Do not be so rash in the future, Raquelle. Fix this." And Narissa disappeared from Raquelle's mirror. The queen had had quite enough surprises for one night.
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The fae girl watched August's enraged reactions to her words with her characteristic melancholy. She opened her mouth to answer at his initial question but he moved forward as he yelled for the girl Sam in a desperate rage. She watched him as he edged around the circle and reached for her. She shook her head as he did so. "It is not that simple," she said in her sad voice, "You cannot just pull her from the ring." And he rounded on her again to demand an answer. "My question for you, Marshal, is what won't you do?" the fairy girl said in her little voice, "What won't you do to save her?"
"What my little sister is trying to ask," another voice said from the trees, "is what you're willing to give up to save her." A tall young man stepped from the shadows of the trees, impossibly beautiful with pale skin and long silver blonde hair like the fairy girl's. His eyes were purple, too. But his were a pale shade of lilac rather than deep violet, and they were as wise as the girl's, but cold and calculating. He wore simple clothes made of fine material and a smirk on his face. "Hello, Eolande. Trying to spoil my fun again, are we?" he said to the little fairy, his sister, and she squeaked as she hid behind the boulder she had been sitting on. The fairy man looked back at August with his smirk. "Forgive my sister. She's always been a rebellious little thing. My name is Orin, prince of the Unseelie Court."
He loped gracefully to the ring and entered it without fear. He looked at Sam like a cat who had caught the canary, with triumph and a hint of hunger, and reached out to touch her cheek. Sam emitted a sigh as her head tilted toward the touch and Orin's smile grew, showing his teeth. "She's quite extraordinary, isn't she? So vibrant and fiery inside. Not like the mortal girls of this world. No, she's something special. I sensed her the moment she set foot on the fairy roads, and I just...I couldn't resist her. Such a fine prize. I must thank you, August Derrick, for bringing her to this world. To me. Without you none of this would be possible." He smiled at the man, mocking him, before turning his eyes back to Sam and he sighed longingly. "She has such spirit. And...she's rather pretty, isn't she? For a mortal? Haven't you noticed, August?" Orin gently turned Sam's head so August could clearly see her face. Her eyes gazed right at him without seeing, and her skin was growing paler as she was slowly drained from this world and into the fairy realm. Soon she'd start to fade away entirely. Orin leaned forward and kissed her cheek, watching the man outside of the ring as he did so. "So different, so lovely... She'll make an excellent pet, and I'll take good care of her. Don't you worry about that. She'll be happy with me."
Orin laughed for a moment before settling down and meeting August's gaze. "But I'm not entirely unfair. The girl is rather valuable to me, and I'd hate to loose her, but you do seem rather keen on getting her back. Perhaps...a compromise could be made? Depending on how far you're willing to go for her. How much you care for her." Orin took a moment to take Sam's hand and spin her slowly as though they were dancing, showing her off to August like she was an item on sale. Which, in this situation, she was. It was something that Sam would be livid about if she was truly conscious for this. But the subconscious part of her mind that wasn't enchanted by the ring was too busy to notice the world around her due to the fact that it was screaming from the pain of being pulled bit by bit into the fairy realm. It was her subconscious that was generating the tears that steadily flowed from her unfocused eyes. "Tell me August. How much is Samantha Shea worth to you? What are you, the Marshal who betrayed his kingdom and disgraced his name in order to protect it, ready to sacrifice to save this otherworld girl from her fate?" Orin's pale eyes watched August, were transfixed upon him. "Clock's ticking August. Before too long she will be lost to this realm. Tick tock, tick tock."
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