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Between the thighs. Get 'em where it counts cause knowing you boys I'm only gonna get one chance.
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They have?? You stole my pink and black ones, didn't you? I've been looking everywhere for those.
Claudia walked from her room with her brother by her side, angst tearing up the recess of her chest as she tried to ignore the sinking feeling that her father’s grand gift wasn’t going to be a new dress or a stallion for the stables, but something bigger, better – more grandeur that would make him appear wealthy and loving in front of the enormous crowd that had amassed. They came not to see her, but because the Emperor was throwing a bash.
Antonio chatted about nothing as he walked beside her, his excitement a bit off putting, but she tried to ignore it as well. The sound of the lyres and flutes playing a traditional hymn put her a bit at ease as they approached the large ballroom her father had constructed earlier that year. It was a place to hold parties, expansive and befitting the gods of Olympus. She stopped just outside the door and smiled at her brother – for his benefit alone.
“You look stunning, my sister.” He touched a lock of her hair and pushed the door open before she had time to respond. The crowd cheered as she walked in, a fake smile plastered perfectly to her full lips. Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus Augustus stood from his large golden throne and walked down to greet his beautiful daughter, merriment on his handsome features.
“Ahhh.. you look like your mother tonight, my love.” He pulled her into a quick hug, a kiss on the cheek before touching her face in a loving manner.
She smiled and bowed to him a little, a show of respect. She knew the song and dance as it was customary to play the routine in front of her father’s subjects, but truth be told – she stood in front of a complete stranger and wanted to shudder at him touching her cheek so intimately. It was a façade they’d practiced her whole life and tonight was no different.
“Thank you, Father.” She looked around and smiled at everyone in attendance and then glanced back to her Emperor, for that is all he truly was. “Thank you for all of this. Really, you should’ve.”
“Nonsense, child. You are my only daughter and a father is allowed to dote on her, is he not?” He offered his arm and she took it as several of the women in the crowd sighed with lust and adoration for her dad. She felt her breakfast rise in her throat, but refocused on the fuss that was going on at the far corridor. Her father turned her around and smiled at her as the door opened and a handsome warrior was thrust from the hallway.
Her father’s voice caused her to jump. “And to my daughter, whom I love so dearly, I present a present most could only dream of. I present to her a personal champion; A gladiator of her own. I present Verus!"
Horror gripped her heart as she started at him and wondered why in all of heaven and hell would he present her with a slave – a gladiator? She turned to her brother, feeling helpless and he gave her the ‘fucking smile’ look and she did – fake as she’d ever been. She walked toward the man on her father’s less than gentle nudge and stood before him, reaching out to grab his chin roughly and look him in the eye.
She looked over her shoulder at her father and smiled devilishly, “Oh he’s beautiful, Father. Perfect. I could not ask for a more perfect gift.” The room exploded in congratulations as she looked back to the man, releasing the grip on his face as sadness rushed into her gaze. She wanted to apologize, to remove his humility at the situation before him, but all she could do was gaze into his tiredness, her only wish to give him rest.
What on earth could she do to help him find freedom?
She didn’t know, but she’d be figuring it out… soon.
Antonio chatted about nothing as he walked beside her, his excitement a bit off putting, but she tried to ignore it as well. The sound of the lyres and flutes playing a traditional hymn put her a bit at ease as they approached the large ballroom her father had constructed earlier that year. It was a place to hold parties, expansive and befitting the gods of Olympus. She stopped just outside the door and smiled at her brother – for his benefit alone.
“You look stunning, my sister.” He touched a lock of her hair and pushed the door open before she had time to respond. The crowd cheered as she walked in, a fake smile plastered perfectly to her full lips. Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus Augustus stood from his large golden throne and walked down to greet his beautiful daughter, merriment on his handsome features.
“Ahhh.. you look like your mother tonight, my love.” He pulled her into a quick hug, a kiss on the cheek before touching her face in a loving manner.
She smiled and bowed to him a little, a show of respect. She knew the song and dance as it was customary to play the routine in front of her father’s subjects, but truth be told – she stood in front of a complete stranger and wanted to shudder at him touching her cheek so intimately. It was a façade they’d practiced her whole life and tonight was no different.
“Thank you, Father.” She looked around and smiled at everyone in attendance and then glanced back to her Emperor, for that is all he truly was. “Thank you for all of this. Really, you should’ve.”
“Nonsense, child. You are my only daughter and a father is allowed to dote on her, is he not?” He offered his arm and she took it as several of the women in the crowd sighed with lust and adoration for her dad. She felt her breakfast rise in her throat, but refocused on the fuss that was going on at the far corridor. Her father turned her around and smiled at her as the door opened and a handsome warrior was thrust from the hallway.
Her father’s voice caused her to jump. “And to my daughter, whom I love so dearly, I present a present most could only dream of. I present to her a personal champion; A gladiator of her own. I present Verus!"
Horror gripped her heart as she started at him and wondered why in all of heaven and hell would he present her with a slave – a gladiator? She turned to her brother, feeling helpless and he gave her the ‘fucking smile’ look and she did – fake as she’d ever been. She walked toward the man on her father’s less than gentle nudge and stood before him, reaching out to grab his chin roughly and look him in the eye.
She looked over her shoulder at her father and smiled devilishly, “Oh he’s beautiful, Father. Perfect. I could not ask for a more perfect gift.” The room exploded in congratulations as she looked back to the man, releasing the grip on his face as sadness rushed into her gaze. She wanted to apologize, to remove his humility at the situation before him, but all she could do was gaze into his tiredness, her only wish to give him rest.
What on earth could she do to help him find freedom?
She didn’t know, but she’d be figuring it out… soon.
Well, that is seemingly the better place between the two. :)
Thank you. I appreciate your encouragement. Take your time and work, work, work!! *laughs*
Thank you. I appreciate your encouragement. Take your time and work, work, work!! *laughs*
Oh Bane... What a lovely post. I like him very much and chuckled all the way through that.
She listened quietly to Kelly explain himself and talk through his own thoughts on their once mentor, but anger with unrighteous indignation burned in her chest over Richards and his methods. She slowly felt the emotions start to dissipate, the exercise in the OR and the confrontation with the head surgeon of her department left her feeling exhausted both emotionally and physically. Kelly's comments about her performance and the level of her skill made her feel a little better, a smile touching the edge of her mouth as she finally stopped staring into her coffee cup and looked up at him.
"I appreciate you words of affirmation. I guess I didn't realize it'd been a while since I'd gotten any from someone." She took another sip of her cooling beverage as a few other people started to walk into the coffee bar, waving at Kelly and ignoring her. She turned her full attention on him and his off the wall question. The Government recruited him for a project. Sounds familiar.
The fact that he was closer to her and whispering let her know quickly that this wasn't a conversation that would be best heard by others and though she was completely set on turning him down, she couldn't deny that her curiosity had gotten the best of her. She sat her cup down and shook her head. "I've done projects for the government before and they never turn out well."
She glanced back up at him, her eyes moving across the handsome planes of his face and noting the same lines that started to press from his eyes, his lips and his brow. He was aging well and seemingly smiled a lot or gave much of his responses with facial expressions to match. In a different life - a different time - she might have liked him, might have enjoyed his company, but that time was passed. She knew that to remain steady and in control she alone could hold the knowledge of her past and the lack of interaction to her future. Just sitting with him made her miss friendship and that was her cue to walk away.
Standing up and stretching a little she turned her torso hard to allow her back to pop in hopes of gaining a little relief. She picked up her cup and walked toward the door, tossing in into the closest bin. "There is a small pub on 5th and Main. I believe it's called Jerry's. I need a nap and a shower and I'll see you there around eight tonight. Bring your information about this new adventure and I'll bring my "hell no" and we'll have a drink."
She laughed at her own lack of sincerity toward life in general as she walked into the hall, several people nodding at her and mentioning that she'd done a great job, but she heard none of them. She was lost in her memories of the past and the night was stormy above her head. Some days she could almost taste the raindrops on her tongue - somedays...
"I appreciate you words of affirmation. I guess I didn't realize it'd been a while since I'd gotten any from someone." She took another sip of her cooling beverage as a few other people started to walk into the coffee bar, waving at Kelly and ignoring her. She turned her full attention on him and his off the wall question. The Government recruited him for a project. Sounds familiar.
The fact that he was closer to her and whispering let her know quickly that this wasn't a conversation that would be best heard by others and though she was completely set on turning him down, she couldn't deny that her curiosity had gotten the best of her. She sat her cup down and shook her head. "I've done projects for the government before and they never turn out well."
She glanced back up at him, her eyes moving across the handsome planes of his face and noting the same lines that started to press from his eyes, his lips and his brow. He was aging well and seemingly smiled a lot or gave much of his responses with facial expressions to match. In a different life - a different time - she might have liked him, might have enjoyed his company, but that time was passed. She knew that to remain steady and in control she alone could hold the knowledge of her past and the lack of interaction to her future. Just sitting with him made her miss friendship and that was her cue to walk away.
Standing up and stretching a little she turned her torso hard to allow her back to pop in hopes of gaining a little relief. She picked up her cup and walked toward the door, tossing in into the closest bin. "There is a small pub on 5th and Main. I believe it's called Jerry's. I need a nap and a shower and I'll see you there around eight tonight. Bring your information about this new adventure and I'll bring my "hell no" and we'll have a drink."
She laughed at her own lack of sincerity toward life in general as she walked into the hall, several people nodding at her and mentioning that she'd done a great job, but she heard none of them. She was lost in her memories of the past and the night was stormy above her head. Some days she could almost taste the raindrops on her tongue - somedays...
Sunlight streaked through the light yellow curtains in the room she'd gotten for herself, some part of her humanity still wanting and yearning for the comforts that life had yet to afford her. Abigail lifted her arms far above her head, her long fingers grasping awkwardly onto the cherry wood head board and pulling as she deepened her stretch. Her dark brown locks spayed out on the white sheets around her as if framing her for a pose of sorts, but she took no notice of the beautiful that surrounded her persona, too excited about the evening and the events to come. This would be the first counsel meeting where she would get to see Felix in action, his authority and yet calming presence made him perfect to be the next Alpha. She would be his second in command beside Adrian because they'd grown close over the years and where he was diplomacy at its finest, she was a fighter and had a passion for the pack that spilled over into everything she did and the way she lived her life.
Where she was good for the pack, Felix was better.
A smile touched her mouth as she finally pulled herself from the twisted sheets, a night of chasing after bunny rabbits and such... something like that. She showered quickly and slipped into a pair of gray slacks and a light blue silk blouse, her long hair left down and wild, the very essence of her mentality shown in her desire to fit in and yet not too much. Simple black shoes and a little pampering and she was moving into the late afternoon sunset, the sky filled with the colors of fall. Abby took a moment to cease her progress and just enjoy the scene laid before her, the world so busy in its efforts to get ahead, all the while missing out on some of the most astounding pleasures that were simply free and available.
The sound of a small child running by after a rolling red ball pulled her from her reverie and she laughed under her breath at the little toddler. Throwing caution to the wind she caught up with him and reached to stop the ball as his father run up almost frantic. He thanked her more than a few times, but she had only attention for the child, handing him the ball and touching his cute button-like nose before moving toward the grand museum. Other members of her race milled about, some she knew and others would be less familiar to her. Pack leaders from all around the country would be in attendance and her job was to watch the Alpha's back and support from his side. Picking up her pace she ran to the small room where Finnegan stood near the front with Adrian.
She let her gaze move across everyone, a concerned look painting its way across her features as she shrugged at Adrian as if to ask where Felix was. The ceremony should've started and yet it seemed Felix was nowhere to be found which was most odd. She found a chair to sit down in near the front, her long hair swaying about her as she shook her head at Finnegan's quest.
"No, my Alpha. I have not seen him, but will look for him as soon as you give me the word," she spoke with confidence and loudly so that her voice would carry and her place would be set.
"No, Abigail. We will put up a facade and play a farce tonight. You will join me and Adrian.." he coughed, "Felix at the table. Do you hear?"
She nodded and waited until everything died down a bit, her eyes moving around the room in search of Sophie as she walked toward Adrian. Stopping just beside him as he gazed at nothingness beyond the window he stood before, Abigail reached out and touched his shoulder. "Should I be worried, Adrian? When is the last time you saw him? What was he doing? What the hell could he be doing now?" She bit her lip as she waited for her personal creator to speak.
Where she was good for the pack, Felix was better.
A smile touched her mouth as she finally pulled herself from the twisted sheets, a night of chasing after bunny rabbits and such... something like that. She showered quickly and slipped into a pair of gray slacks and a light blue silk blouse, her long hair left down and wild, the very essence of her mentality shown in her desire to fit in and yet not too much. Simple black shoes and a little pampering and she was moving into the late afternoon sunset, the sky filled with the colors of fall. Abby took a moment to cease her progress and just enjoy the scene laid before her, the world so busy in its efforts to get ahead, all the while missing out on some of the most astounding pleasures that were simply free and available.
The sound of a small child running by after a rolling red ball pulled her from her reverie and she laughed under her breath at the little toddler. Throwing caution to the wind she caught up with him and reached to stop the ball as his father run up almost frantic. He thanked her more than a few times, but she had only attention for the child, handing him the ball and touching his cute button-like nose before moving toward the grand museum. Other members of her race milled about, some she knew and others would be less familiar to her. Pack leaders from all around the country would be in attendance and her job was to watch the Alpha's back and support from his side. Picking up her pace she ran to the small room where Finnegan stood near the front with Adrian.
She let her gaze move across everyone, a concerned look painting its way across her features as she shrugged at Adrian as if to ask where Felix was. The ceremony should've started and yet it seemed Felix was nowhere to be found which was most odd. She found a chair to sit down in near the front, her long hair swaying about her as she shook her head at Finnegan's quest.
"No, my Alpha. I have not seen him, but will look for him as soon as you give me the word," she spoke with confidence and loudly so that her voice would carry and her place would be set.
"No, Abigail. We will put up a facade and play a farce tonight. You will join me and Adrian.." he coughed, "Felix at the table. Do you hear?"
She nodded and waited until everything died down a bit, her eyes moving around the room in search of Sophie as she walked toward Adrian. Stopping just beside him as he gazed at nothingness beyond the window he stood before, Abigail reached out and touched his shoulder. "Should I be worried, Adrian? When is the last time you saw him? What was he doing? What the hell could he be doing now?" She bit her lip as she waited for her personal creator to speak.
Nice post, Enforcer. I'm smiling at you...
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