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I actually haven't decided what to do. I'll chew on it and see where it goes as we write.
Alright.. made time for a post.
His words gave her pause and even more so the fluctuation in his emotions whether being sarcastically comical or straight forward and real. When one had to play the game of appeasing others it often wore at the very fabric of their character, leaving them in a sea of turmoil more often than not. She hoped to provide a bit of consistency for him and yet truly didn't understand her own desire to care or give anything other than what her father had taught her to dish out - retribution and slavery. He was a tyrant of sorts and she was not interested in the slightest in his methods or his madness.
He spoke of various things she'd brought up, slowly take a step toward her and then another as she stood her ground, her posture quite regal and yet relaxed, no sign of fear or trepidation. He was an imposing figure but she had confidence in her skills and in her own ability to read people and their intentions. If he were to murder her in her sleep she truly figured she deserved it for her ignorance. She took the last three steps to stand just before him, her long hair reaching out to brush along his skin as she lowered her head, her thoughts on how much she hated the idea of anyone defending honor that was already bestowed.
Slowly her head tilted until she looked up at him, her body almost touching his as she lifted to her toes and looked him in the eyes, her breath brushing across his lips. "For your bravery you will be worshiped as a God, but for your charity in the ring I shall respect you as a man. Do not take lightly that I abhor death and unmerited vengeance." She leaned forward as if to kiss him, her lips almost touching his before turning and walking toward the door, her movements relaxed a languid, a woman well aware of her power in the courts and yet able to care and extend kindness because her heart beckoned her to.
The door opened just before she reached it and three young maidens brought in several large platters of food, meats and cheeses, grapes and olives and various types of bread in slices. A tall thin male moved in behind them with a large jug of deep crimson liquid and two stone glasses, everything placed on a large table that ran the length of her room. She thanked then and picked up a grape, pressing it to her lips and inviting him to join her before she started to try a bit of this and that. "Do come and join me. Gather your strength from the food my father has to offer and when you're ready you can use my bath area to clean up and then we rest."
She moved back, her small plate filled with various bites from the platter and in her other hand was a glass of wine, the pungent aroma from the fermented fruit filling the room with something that called for carnality and passion all in the same moment. She sat down on one of the stone crafted chairs and crossed her legs, her glass finding residence beside her on a small table as she watched him closely. Where would he stay that night? Should she ask the guards to find him a room or would they mistreat him with her father's orders as their escape route?
Would he try and kill her as she slept, or press her to the softness of her reprieve and take from her that which no man had held in his grasp? Innocence was a beautiful thing and not to be taken lightly. Was she playing along the razors edge or was her first impression correct upon meeting this man who appeared so much more than perhaps he was given credit for?
He spoke of various things she'd brought up, slowly take a step toward her and then another as she stood her ground, her posture quite regal and yet relaxed, no sign of fear or trepidation. He was an imposing figure but she had confidence in her skills and in her own ability to read people and their intentions. If he were to murder her in her sleep she truly figured she deserved it for her ignorance. She took the last three steps to stand just before him, her long hair reaching out to brush along his skin as she lowered her head, her thoughts on how much she hated the idea of anyone defending honor that was already bestowed.
Slowly her head tilted until she looked up at him, her body almost touching his as she lifted to her toes and looked him in the eyes, her breath brushing across his lips. "For your bravery you will be worshiped as a God, but for your charity in the ring I shall respect you as a man. Do not take lightly that I abhor death and unmerited vengeance." She leaned forward as if to kiss him, her lips almost touching his before turning and walking toward the door, her movements relaxed a languid, a woman well aware of her power in the courts and yet able to care and extend kindness because her heart beckoned her to.
The door opened just before she reached it and three young maidens brought in several large platters of food, meats and cheeses, grapes and olives and various types of bread in slices. A tall thin male moved in behind them with a large jug of deep crimson liquid and two stone glasses, everything placed on a large table that ran the length of her room. She thanked then and picked up a grape, pressing it to her lips and inviting him to join her before she started to try a bit of this and that. "Do come and join me. Gather your strength from the food my father has to offer and when you're ready you can use my bath area to clean up and then we rest."
She moved back, her small plate filled with various bites from the platter and in her other hand was a glass of wine, the pungent aroma from the fermented fruit filling the room with something that called for carnality and passion all in the same moment. She sat down on one of the stone crafted chairs and crossed her legs, her glass finding residence beside her on a small table as she watched him closely. Where would he stay that night? Should she ask the guards to find him a room or would they mistreat him with her father's orders as their escape route?
Would he try and kill her as she slept, or press her to the softness of her reprieve and take from her that which no man had held in his grasp? Innocence was a beautiful thing and not to be taken lightly. Was she playing along the razors edge or was her first impression correct upon meeting this man who appeared so much more than perhaps he was given credit for?
No rush.
I've creative license, correct?
I've creative license, correct?
Not yet you turd. :) where's my naked merman?
Lovely post. :)
What else do we need to discuss? I'm violent and I'm cunning, so here is your one warning... *smiles*
I'm confused. Beautiful post but we've introduced an angel now as well?
Arch was a bit taken aback at everything as it unfolded in front of him and yet some part of him found residence with all of the supernatural, unexplainable things in his life. He smiled at the quick change in outfit of the beautiful girl before him, her father having a taste very much his own. Call him old fashioned and you might be right. Before Arch could speak up and ask the questions he had about his own birth being called out and his father discussed the room shook with thunder and lightening struck all around then, Arch pulling Karia to his chest, her back tucked against him. His arms locked around her as his eyes lifted to the ceiling, waiting for the roof to fly off any minute.
Hades growled under his breath, seeming to hold a conversation with a diety the rest of them could neither see nor hear. He moved toward Karia and Arch, pulling the girl from his arms and stepping so close Arch's nose was pressed to the top of the large man's chest. He wanted to back up in fear, the feeling a horrid nightmare rushing along his nerve endings causing his reactions, but he held his ground. Hades eyes turned red and fire seem to dance in them as he lowered his face to the boys and smoke in a tone that would wake the dead and kill the living.
"If you do anything to harm Karia I will see to it that you have a personal hell waiting for you when you leave this world boy. You've not felt pain or sorrow to the likes of what you'll experience should you fuck up. Hear me?" He growled again as lightening danced through the ceiling and zapped the king of the underworld a few times, Hades ignoring it as if it never happened.
Arch nodded and spoke with a voice that didn't belong to him. "Yes, Sir. I shall protect her with all that I am."
Hades backed up, not satisfied, but his brother would wait no longer. "You've no idea what you are..." He vanished in a black cloud of smoke, Arch's shoulder slumping as he let the air from his lungs and looked to Karia.
"What the fuck was that?"
Hades growled under his breath, seeming to hold a conversation with a diety the rest of them could neither see nor hear. He moved toward Karia and Arch, pulling the girl from his arms and stepping so close Arch's nose was pressed to the top of the large man's chest. He wanted to back up in fear, the feeling a horrid nightmare rushing along his nerve endings causing his reactions, but he held his ground. Hades eyes turned red and fire seem to dance in them as he lowered his face to the boys and smoke in a tone that would wake the dead and kill the living.
"If you do anything to harm Karia I will see to it that you have a personal hell waiting for you when you leave this world boy. You've not felt pain or sorrow to the likes of what you'll experience should you fuck up. Hear me?" He growled again as lightening danced through the ceiling and zapped the king of the underworld a few times, Hades ignoring it as if it never happened.
Arch nodded and spoke with a voice that didn't belong to him. "Yes, Sir. I shall protect her with all that I am."
Hades backed up, not satisfied, but his brother would wait no longer. "You've no idea what you are..." He vanished in a black cloud of smoke, Arch's shoulder slumping as he let the air from his lungs and looked to Karia.
"What the fuck was that?"
Lovely. I would assume this story has various chapters or scenes as it were.
I. The opening where we set up our characters in their relative places, my job to give a visual of the castle and you to be whatever you will - giving history and such.
II. Your plot to do whatever you plan to do - I kill you, no wait... I whoop you and we decide to not kill the king/emperor
III. We go to look for the missing peice of the Atlas.
IV. You fall madly in love with me and I stab you.. no, but I refuse you.
V. We return, the king is dead anyway, we get married, have babies and then, oh yes, then - I kill you.
Cool?? <333333333333333
I. The opening where we set up our characters in their relative places, my job to give a visual of the castle and you to be whatever you will - giving history and such.
II. Your plot to do whatever you plan to do - I kill you, no wait... I whoop you and we decide to not kill the king/emperor
III. We go to look for the missing peice of the Atlas.
IV. You fall madly in love with me and I stab you.. no, but I refuse you.
V. We return, the king is dead anyway, we get married, have babies and then, oh yes, then - I kill you.
Cool?? <333333333333333
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