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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 7:46:01 GMT -5
(sorry for the massive poof ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ my wifi quit working!) "Hardly," Elizabeth said with a smile, "though my parents would never let me marry anyone less than royal if they had their choice in it, despite how noble he was. So noble, in fact," she paused, her voice caught in her throat, "that he was killed fighting by my father's side. The knights we fought that day were, in fact, from the same kingdom I'm now supposed to marry into." She sighed deeply. "I'd begged him not to go; but Matthew wouldn't listen. He insisted that he serve my father before he could think about running off with me. But we were younger then - both so naive, to think we could run off without any consequences. As much as Matthew loved me, he loved serving his people more; I guess it was never meant to be," she finished, smiling sadly. Her eyes fell to the floor as she remember the kind soul and strength she'd begun to call home in Matthew; how much she desired to find that in someone else she could call a friend. Yet, sitting here, a mere meter away, was James, who'd gone above and beyond the typical criminal to keep her safe and sheltered. And as she had spoken the words aloud to him, she realized she herself was falling in love for the first time in a long time. As radical, as foolish as it seemed - Elizabeth just didn't care. Her life was a mess, yes, but it was a beautiful one - now that James was here to protect her. But did she just desire his protection? At first, she couldn't be sure, but when she listened to her heart rather than her head, she was sure that it went much deeper than looking for someone to keep her safe. She was falling for the charming, gentle thief - but would he love her in return? "You know," she'd said after a moment, wiping away an unwanted tear, "you remind me of Matthew. Your put your life on the line for your family; I can't imagine doing so. Your bravery and kindness would not have been outmatched," Elizabeth told him with a grin, reaching out to gingerly touch his hand with her own. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pried" James had said apologetically as Elizabeth wiped away a tear, moving closer to her in order to try and offer some comfort. Then she said that James reminded her of Matthew, and James' mouth dropped open momentarily, in surprise "No, no way. I'm nothing like him. I do the wrong things for the right reasons. Matthew seems like he did the right things for the right reasons. I'm not as great as you think I am. I compromise being a good person. I couldn't compete with this Matthew man, but it's really sweet that you think I could" James didn't see how he could be anything like this man, who seemed to be everything James wanted to be. Chivalrous and good. Someone who didn't have to turn to thievery to do the right thing. Someone better than himself. But that seemed so far out of reach for him, especially when he was sitting across the table from a woman he had captured. A good, kind-hearted woman who was just trying to do the right thing for her parents and for her kingdom.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 8:07:02 GMT -5
"It's okay, honestly," Elizabeth said, moving closer to James as she spoke. "And it's not about having the right reasons, you know - you both did what you were called to do to better the lives of the people you love. And don't beat yourself up about it, anyway," she smiled, "because you're trying to turn your life around, right? That's why you needed the ransom money in the first place. As she looked up at his still-surprised face, she stifled a sad sigh. Why couldn't he accept that he had done the best he could? Why couldn't he just make peace with his past? Surely he hadn't committed murder, or something of the like. Most of it had to be petty thievery, surely, and nothing more, but there was always the chance that she was too idealistic. Her mother scolded her of it often - all her time spent daydreaming about what it'd be like to just live as a commonplace woman, not all constricted to royal life. Yet here she sat, in a small cottage wearing nothing but a simple tunic, still wishing for something more. Though this time, the wish was no longer for her gain; it was for James'. Elizabeth wished he could see himself as she saw him, with his kindness and determination and no lack of bravery. Then, perhaps, he would finally see that there was a good man behind the dark, tousled hair with a past to match. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 8:27:59 GMT -5
"You're right, I am trying to turn my life around," James agreed "But I think it will take a long time for the guilt to fade. I never used to feel guilty about robbing people, because I knew how desperately I needed the money. But I think that when I kidnapped you, I remembered what guilt felt like. It's hard to explain, but I realised just how much I've done. Don't get me wrong, I've never hurt anyone. But yeah, I almost feel guilty for not feeling guilty. It's kind of stupid. But thank you for having so much faith in me, for believing that I am a good person. And that I could be an even better one."
He had barely noticed how close the two had gotten to each other, but they were now so close that he could feel Elizabeth's warmth, smell her comforting scent. He felt himself relaxing instantly.
He didn't know what it was about Elizabeth that had made James reveal all of his vulnerabilities, all of his doubts and fears, his inner emotions. She just ignited something in him. Some desire to be a better person. A desire to share his experiences with her. A desire to love her and have her love him back.
He could feel herself falling for her. Of course he could. But he didn't want to do anything about it. Because Elizabeth was treating him like an actual human being, rather than a criminal or something like that.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 8:45:45 GMT -5
Elizabeth was overwhelmed with how close their bodies were. James' musky, sweet scent soothed her soul but made her heart thump out of its chest. She was assaulted with the desire to hold him close, to whisper all the beautiful, good things about him in his ear. But she knew better than to get swept away now, anyway. She would leave in a few days and would marry someone else - she had to. It was her duty. But her heart begged her head to say no. She wished she could stay like this, in Jame's cottage, forever. Here, she was truly free - she knew she would never again experience a life like this once her father's guard came to rescue her. But she didn't feel the need to be rescued. Elizabeth just wanted life to stay this way - she and James, against the world. The thought brought an idea to mind. "James, I - I may never get to experience this again, you know; a life like this," she explained. "I want you to show me what it's like, to live like you. Maybe minus the thievery, of course, but you know what I mean," she laughed, brushing her blonde hair away from her eyes. "What is it like to have to buy your own meals? Gather your own water? To actually leave your house? Can we do this, just for today? I'm sure no one will recognize me if I get a little dirty," she told him. "But I wouldn't want to put you at risk - if you think it's too dangerous, I completely understand. We can't have you hanged days before your great escape, now can we?" ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 8:54:46 GMT -5
[Hm…I sense a potential capture opportunity…xD]
James paused, at first a little confused by the question, but he face breaking into a smile. He couldn't help thinking that it was so sweet of her to want to experience all of this with him. After all, he couldn't think of anyone who would want to willingly experience James' life. Or a peasant life in general, for that matter. Especially not someone coming from Elizabeth's background
"Okay, sure," He said, smiling "What would you like to do first? This whole day's up to you. Just say the word, and that's what we'll do. Anything you want. Well, anything that's within a reasonable walking distance."
He was quite excited by this whole opportunity, if he were honest. He hadn't realised how much he had wanted to do this until she had suggested it; it would be so much fun. And it would make her happy, which was what was important for James. Elizabeth's happiness was always the most important thing for James, even if he didn't necessarily admit it. He just wanted her to have the experiences she wanted to have before she had to go back to her father.
James was well aware that he might get captured, but he figured if they kept a low profile they would be fine. Besides, it was worth running the risk if it was something Elizabeth wanted to do.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 9:09:22 GMT -5
(my thoughts exactly haha) ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧Elizabeth's heart swelled at his generosity. She could have hugged him, she was so pleased. "Oh, thank you!" She could recall very few people who would sacrifice their day just for her - and just for Elizabeth, not Lady Liz, who sometimes felt like a whole other person to her, with the laid-back, submissive nature she had been taught to carry as a princess. Now, she could just experience - just be - with James at her side. The possibilities seemed endless. "Well," she said, "is the market open today? I've never seen all the merchants and vendors with their wares - shall we start there?" Elizabeth asked him, her blue eyes sparkling at the thought of finally seeing where all the pretty jewelry and delicate flowers she'd received over the years finally came from.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 9:16:56 GMT -5
"Sure," James replied "It'll be open today, and it'll be lovely by the time we get there. We can most certainly start there, if that's what you want to do. We should probably get going, in that case."
James stood, carrying the plates from the breakfast back into the kitchen so they would definitely be ready to leave. He was actually kind of excited to show her the marketplace.
The sparkle in her eyes made him feel warm inside. He always wanted to see her with that sparkle in her eyes. That sense of wonder and childlike excitement. He'd never seen anyone so excited to go to the marketplace before, but if that was what pleased her, then that was exactly where James was going to take her. He would take her anywhere that mad her this happy. She deserved to be this happy all the time. He wished he could give her that happiness, but he wasn't sure he could. AFter all, she'd be going back home after all of this, and he'd probably never see her again after that. And James would leave the country, and then they really wouldn't see each other ever again.
He headed back to where Elizabeth was waiting, asking her if she was ready to go. He was rather looking forward to this trip
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 9:30:21 GMT -5
While James took the dishes to the kitchen, she took a moment to ready herself, pulling on a tunic and a and running her fingers through her hair to make sure she at least looked decent before she left the cottage with James. She knew her expectations were probably far too high, but all the same, she couldn't help herself. It was James' life she was about to experience, her people's lives. She hoped this would help her move forward as a queen once she was married; that she could guide her to-be-husband in making laws that would protect and foster her people, not hinder them. But, at the same time, she shoved those thoughts to the back of her mind. She was here to experience James, too - perhaps this would help her understand where he came from, what made him who he was today. "I'm ready," she grinned, as soon as she saw James come round the corner with his cloak pulled around his neck, pulling his boots onto his feet. She slipped on some slippers she'd found in the bedroom - one of his sisters was probably their owner - and the two exited the door, happy as a pair of songbirds. As Elizabeth looked out over the open field and into the woods beyond, she felt none of the fear she'd lived through yesterday. If anything, the sunlight looked beautiful, filtering through the trees, shining down on her and James. As they crept through the woods in a peaceful, comfortable silence, her heart was content. She was happier than she had remembered being in a long, long while. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 6, 2017 9:34:00 GMT -5
"It's not so much that I don't like to read as it is that I can't," Ammiel explained. "I love it when people read to me, but reading myself is difficult. It wasn't such a problem until year two, when words got longer than four letters. In fact, I think that was one of the first words I had a problem with. I read it as 'tellers,' which didn't make a bit of sense, but I was happy to move on. Now the words are so jumbled I can't even get the gist anymore." Facts of life. He leaned a little closer to Ada, a grin playing on his lips and his voice low. "I haven't been to school for the past two semesters. I told them my parents were going to teach me at home and they were terribly disappointed with how the school had educated me thus far. I think the school was too afraid to do any research." Ammiel felt a little guilty about the whole thing, but now that someone else knew his secret, some of the weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "The way I see it, I don't need school. Whether I had a doctorate or not, I'd be handed a million pounds anyway. What's the point in working for something you're no good at?" He'd clearly spent a good chunk of time considering his career options. None of them were solid unless he could keep a spot in the symphony, and with Ammiel's attendance, that was questionable. Sometimes he just couldn't get out of the house. "Maybe there's some way I can help you?" Ada asked "It just doesn't seem right that you're struggling so much and haven't told anyone. I'm sure you could be able to read, one we work out what the problem is. I think I know what the issue is but I can't properly know until I've seen you try to read myself" If it was what she thought it was, there might not be any way for her to help him. But she had to find out. Because if it was what she suspected, she didn't want him to feel that he couldn't read because he was stupid, or through any fault of his own. Because it simply wasn't true. From what she knew of it, it wasn't as if he could exactly help it. Sometimes these people were never able to read. "Obviously," Ada added "If you don't want me to help I totally understand that too. I get it if you would rather just be left alone and not bothered about it. I just thought it might be nice to offer it for you, that is all. Either way, it doesn't sound like you're planning on doing anything to do with reading as a career. (Ugh my family made me get up early For Disneyland But they still made me get up early eugh) "No, no. I think that sounds..." Ammiel took Ada's hand with his free one, "That sounds like a wonderful idea. I'm willing to give it a go if you are. And at the very least, I'll have an excuse to spend more time with you." Hearing himself say the words, Ammiel's face flushed a shade of red. "I did not just say that. I'm sorry." Sometimes he couldn't hold himself back. Dinner, for example. More specifically, "Fraud" and "Blood-sucking George worshiper." After all his years of conditioning, some of Ammiel's innermost thoughts were bound to bubble up. And Ada, well, she was kind, and pretty. Who wouldn't want to spend more time with her? Still blushing, Ammiel set down the ice on the counter and asked, "Are you feeling any better? That looked like a nasty hit." He could relate, but it wasn't a pleasant experience. At all. Ammiel had to wonder what normal parents were like, or maybe they all yelled. They probably didn't lash out, though. He really had no way to compare his own parents to others. As a child—well, a smaller child—Ammiel never had many friends. He was happy enough on his own with the viola and his music. Mostly he didn't pay attention to anyone else, and that made him a little stranger to the other children.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 9:37:13 GMT -5
"It isn't far to the village, and the marketplace," James had said when they were nearing the village, the paths getting wider and the trees more sparse. They'd soon emerge in to the village and then the marketplace was basically only a few streets away. It had to be easy for traders to access it, after all, so it wouldn't make sense to put it far away from the entrance.
Something felt a little off, and James wasn't sure what was giving him that strange instinctual feeling. Every now and then he felt like he was being watched, but he just swallowed and didn't say anything. AFter all, he was probably wrong. It might just be the normal criminals who inhabited the woods, and they wouldn't try and touch Elizabeth as long as James was with her.
But he felt like it was something else, and he couldn't put his finger on what the issue was. He was keeping these feelings well-hidden from Elizabeth, appearing outwardly nonchalant while inwardly he was listening for any little sound that could hint that the pair were in any danger. He wanted to be prepared if somebody was there, after all. Nothing about this woodland was safe.
He was afraid for Elizabeth as well - he had a strong desire to keep her safe, though he was fairly sure he would be able to protect her were anything to happen.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 9:43:16 GMT -5
(Ugh my family made me get up early For Disneyland But they still made me get up early eugh) "No, no. I think that sounds..." Ammiel took Ada's hand with his free one, "That sounds like a wonderful idea. I'm willing to give it a go if you are. And at the very least, I'll have an excuse to spend more time with you." Hearing himself say the words, Ammiel's face flushed a shade of red. "I did not just say that. I'm sorry." Sometimes he couldn't hold himself back. Dinner, for example. More specifically, "Fraud" and "Blood-sucking George worshiper." After all his years of conditioning, some of Ammiel's innermost thoughts were bound to bubble up. And Ada, well, she was kind, and pretty. Who wouldn't want to spend more time with her? Still blushing, Ammiel set down the ice on the counter and asked, "Are you feeling any better? That looked like a nasty hit." He could relate, but it wasn't a pleasant experience. At all. Ammiel had to wonder what normal parents were like, or maybe they all yelled. They probably didn't lash out, though. He really had no way to compare his own parents to others. As a child—well, a smaller child—Ammiel never had many friends. He was happy enough on his own with the viola and his music. Mostly he didn't pay attention to anyone else, and that made him a little stranger to the other children. [Dude It's Disneyland Suck it up xD] Ada felt her cheeks warming at Ammiel's comment about wanting to spend more time with her, and she was suddenly rather grateful for the ice and the fact that her cheek was red anyway so she could just pretend it was because she had taken that hit from Ammiel's father. "Don't apologise - I want to spend more time with you, too" Ada had said gently, cheeks warming even further, before continuing "And don't worry, I'm fine. I've had much worse, I just got shocked because they don't normally go on the face on the maids, you know? Presentation and all that stuff. Apparently you can hit us so long as it's not somewhere where everyone will see the ugly mark. I have a ton on my arms." Her long sleeves covered her arms, and so she was covered in bruises there, particularly on her upper arm. it didn't help when she was trying to do work, either, as it always hurt when she was trying to get stuff done. Her arms ached most of the time, and she couldn't do anything about it.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 9:49:48 GMT -5
May I claim Not Throwing Away My Shot? ['Course! Could I get a charrie name, gender, and your preferred gender pairing?]
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 10:06:36 GMT -5
Elizabeth was oblivious to anything but her growing excitement as they entered the village. She was met with unfamiliar sights and smells - horses and cattle and chickens and the excited cries of little children as they tore after their siblings on the well-trodden dirt road, playing a wild game of tag. Laundry being hung on lines to dry in the early afternoon sun; the scent of dinner already being prepared by working mothers, the far-off sight of men working in their fields who deeply drank the water that their sons and daughters brought out to them. This world suddenly seemed so... simple to Elizabeth's curious, sky-colored eyes. They worked to live, and lived to work. It was a simple, time-honoring lifestyle she admired, though her life in the castle was hardly the same. As they came nearer to the market, the roads became more crowded and shouts and cries much louder. It was like a strange dance of sorts - she walked this way to see the jewels one merchant had then spun the other when a raucous cry asked if the beautiful lady wanted a silver mirror to see herself in. James could hardly keep up with her wild pace, but Elizabeth didn't mind. She knew he would always be right behind her, watching her back, guiding her away from prying eyes who might recognize her. She made a mental note to thank him for it later. But when her mind spun more quickly than her eyes could follow, she instinctively grabbed James' hand as she ran into a cranky, crate-laden man who barked roughly at her, then blushed at her sudden reaction. She held her breath as she waited for his response. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ (sorry for the poof hehe)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 10:14:19 GMT -5
James' eyes widened as a flash or recognition moved across the man's eyes and this man began to say "Hey, isn't that-?"
He didn't have time to finish his sentence before James quickly ushered Elizabeth away, not wanting the man to finish speaking and blow their cover. Or to confirm that he did actually recognise the princess
"Okay, we're in trouble now," James murmured to Elizabeth "People are recognising you far too easily. We have to get out of this market right now otherwise I'm all but dead. I'm sorry, I know you wanted to see this place, but just too many people seem to be recognising you. We can't risk it if I don't want to be hanged. I'm so sorry, but we really do have to get moving. Otherwise this place will be swarming with guards before we can leave. Which would definitely not be very good for me. I don't much feel like getting hanged"
He did feel guilty - he knew how much Elizabeth had wanted to see this place. And she had seen it, but they couldn't spend much time here. There were too many people, and too many of them seemed to be recognising the princess. Which meant James was pretty much done for if they didn't get moving immediately.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 10:26:46 GMT -5
"It's okay," the princess said quickly. "I've seen enough - and I'd miss your face to much too let you get hanged right about now." She pulled the hood of her tunic tighter around her face. "How do we get out of-"
Elizabeth stopped, her heart crawling up her throat as she recognized the sound of pounding hooves and the clink of chain-mail underneath clothing. It was the royal guard. She didn't dare turn and look at them, but instead grabbed James' hand a pulled him along through the cloth-cover booths of the marketplace, knowing that the guard would have to dismount to follow them inside.
"Don't get your dagger out," she warned the dark-haired man as they wove through the booths, "or they'll really hit you hard - just keep walk-"
"Halt in the name of the King!" Oh, God, Elizabeth thought, recognizing the booming voice, that's Eric. We're screwed. He's the fastest man in the guard. There's no way we can outrun him now.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 10:51:37 GMT -5
James felt his blood run cold at the voice, muttering an expletive under his breath.
"I know we can't outrun him," James said as he began to run, pulling Elizabeth alongside him "Everyone knows Eric is way too fast for us to be able to do this, but we might as well try"
He was hoping they could duck into a side street and lose the horses. He knew it was a long shot, but it was his only chance. He was not about to let himself be hanged anytime soon.
His dark hair was flat against his temples as he ran, legs pumping faster than he ever thought possible, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Turns out the fear of death could make someone run really quite fast. He felt okay so long as Elizabeth was beside him. So long as her hand was in his. So long as she was still running, everything was okay.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 10:57:11 GMT -5
I'm deciding on a charrie but female and fxm pairing please (: [Okay, cool. I'll add you when you've decided on a charrie x]
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 11:01:55 GMT -5
Elizabeth pounded after the man, her heart racing as the thought of James facing a hanging gave her the energy to keep going. But she knew this was a death wish - she had to let him go. There was no way she would let him get caught because she was slowing him down. As they found a side street, her heart leaped with excitement. Maybe we're in the clear! But she was so wrong. The street only lead to a dead-end; the back of a smelly butcher's shop. But this couldn't have been it! There was so much more left to do with James; she need more time with him before she would let him slip away. But she could hear Eric's boots hitting the floor, the shocked, angry cries of her people as he tore through the streets to find them. She glanced up at James, panting, her eyes wide with sadness and anger. This was all my fault! I shouldn't have asked to come here! "I'm so sorry," she said, lovingly running a finger along his cheek. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 11:14:07 GMT -5
"It's okay," James said softly, moving a little closer to her "This isn't your fault. The law is the law after all. Look, I know this isn't exactly the right time or place to do this, but I know if I don't do this now I'll regret it for whatever's left of my life. And whatever happens now, I don't want to go into this with any regrets"
What came next was a soft but passionate kiss. It was, if one could forget the circumstances, the most perfect first kiss anyone could ask for. James wasn't sure if ELizabeth wanted this, but she didn't seem to be pulling away. Whether or not that was because she didn't want to refuse him at a time like this, he couldn't be certain. But all he knew what that he had to do it.
James had just pulled away from the kiss when he heard footsteps approaching. Eric was getting closer. There wasn't much time left. James took another moment to take in Elizabeth's face, a small, sad smile creeping onto James' own face as he did.
"James Castor," Eric's voice finally cut through the silence, prompting James to turn and look at the man "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment. I've been trying to nail you for years"
"Somehow," James replied, not touching the dagger he sill had in his sheath "I think that's more of a comment on your skills than mine"
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 11:31:13 GMT -5
Elizabeth melted in James' kiss, her heart feeling as if it was a million miles away from dark alleys and criminals and hangings. She knew it was backwards to have fallen for the man who kidnapped her to escape the country, but now that fact seemed irrelevant to her. This was right; they belonged like this, if she had any say in what their fate would be. As she broke away from the kiss, all she could think about was how perfect his eyes looked in the dying sunlight, the surprising softness of his tanned skin under her fingertips, and the sad smile he let creep across his face as he looked at her for what could be the last time. Eric was painting when he finally came into view, sending shock rolling through her body like waves. This was happening. James would die. She didn't want to move from James' side as she felt Eric's eyes flicker from her captor to meet her defiant gaze. "Princess," he beckoned, "it's okay. You're safe now - we'll take care of this man from here on out. Your mother has been worried sick about you. Come here, darling." Eric was also one of those men who, when referring to her as "princess", she despised. She held her ground at James' side, but when she saw the genuine concern with which he spoke of her mother, her heart faltered. What could she do? She needed to defend James, but she had nothing with which to fight. "Princess," Eric repeated, his eyes narrowing, "you need to back away from him, now." Elizabeth did as she was told. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 11:46:40 GMT -5
[Honestly I'm legit trying not to cry right now OMG this is so sad]
James watched as she backed away, and he mouthed only the words 'I'm sorry' as a group of soldiers descended on him. He didn't even try to struggle as a couple of soldiers tied his arms, another hunting for his weapon. His dagger was pulled out of its sheath and thrown to the ground, its blade glinting on the cobblestones.
A couple of young women emerged at the end of the street, and the two were pushed back by a soldier as the two girls struggled to get to James. They looked about late teens, early twenties.
"Jane, Ellen," James said, his voice taking on the calm and authority that could only come from an older brother as the soldiers finished tying his hands "You two are in charge of the boys now. Don't tell Henry what happened. Now go. Don't stay."
The youngest brother, Henry, was only eighteen. He didn't need to know how his brother died. Only that he was gone.
"You're an idiot," Eric said simply after the two dark-hair girls had fled, looking tearful "if you think that your brother won't find out about this, Castor. Everyone in the kingdom will know your face by the time we're through with you"
James' gaze went stone cold "I've been looking after that family since I was fourteen. You won't tell me what my siblings can and can't know"
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 6, 2017 11:58:38 GMT -5
(These lines are super long so I might try to reply 😂)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 12:00:02 GMT -5
(These lines are super long so I might try to reply 😂) [Disneyland: 1 Cobraheart: 0 XD I will keep score]
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 12:04:08 GMT -5
Elizabeth's heart broke as she watch the soldiers fall onto James like a pack of hungry wolves; hungry to hurt the man that had taken their Lady Liz from them. As the blade clattered to the ground, she took advantage of the shouting and scuffling to slip the blade under her cloak. If this was the only relic she had to remember James by, so be it. She was shocked when the two sisters appeared, their jaws agape and eyes shining with tears as they tied the ropes round James' wrist. She wanted to run to them and comfort the women James had spent his life protecting, but before she could they had run off, holding back sobs. She couldn't imagine how hard it would be to tell Henry that his big brother - his protector - was gone. Elizabeth's pride grew as she watched James glare at Eric, speaking words she knew to be true. But a gasp of shock escaped her lips when she felt a hand moving her roughly away from the man she loved. When she turned, she saw it was the head of the guard, his eyes shining with relief. "We thought we'd lost you. Come on, Your Majesty, it's time to go home." But when Elizabeth hesitated, he glared at her with confusion and tugged her out of the alley and away from the soldiers. "You don't want to stay with a criminal like that, do you?" he asked, shaking his head with exasperation. She nodded dully and simply mouthed the words, "I'll come back," to James, whose face was set like stone as the guard hauled him away to his defeat. But their eyes met as he was moved, and in them see saw nothing but strength and trust. She could do this; she would do this. He had protected her. She needed to return the favor, if only to see him safely on his next journey out of this God-forsaken kingdom. Elizabeth looked back up at the head guard. "I want to stay; I - I want to see him punished for his crimes against me," she said quickly, her mind whirling with ideas. The headguard looked at her strangely for a moment, then nodded, his face grim. "Very well, but his hanging isn't until sunset. You can return to the village then. Your mother wants to see that you're okay." The princess nodded and rode away from the alleyway with the headguard on the back of his steed, heading back to her home. She knew the guard would keep his promise; he'd never let her down before. And she couldn't break her promise to James. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 12:05:41 GMT -5
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 6, 2017 12:10:57 GMT -5
"I don't know what it is. My parents have always been bad but lately they've been...worse. To tell you the truth I don't think their business is doing well overseas, and that's their main source of revenue. They haven't outwardly said it's struggling, but I've never seen either of them so out of their minds. It's the only thing I can figure," Ammiel sighed. "But that makes it as good a time as any to get out of the house. They're distracted. Anyway, I'm sorry I've turned a blind eye to this for so long. I guess I didn't want to see it."
(Ugh sorry it's short queues are like my least favourite thing. And yeah I think this place is probably going to win xD
Should we skip to the part where he sneaks out?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 12:11:52 GMT -5
"I don't know what it is. My parents have always been bad but lately they've been...worse. To tell you the truth I don't think their business is doing well overseas, and that's their main source of revenue. They haven't outwardly said it's struggling, but I've never seen either of them so out of their minds. It's the only thing I can figure," Ammiel sighed. "But that makes it as good a time as any to get out of the house. They're distracted. Anyway, I'm sorry I've turned a blind eye to this for so long. I guess I didn't want to see it." (Ugh sorry it's short queues are like my least favourite thing. And yeah I think this place is probably going to win xD Should we skip to the part where he sneaks out?) [Sure - want me to start or you?]
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 12:12:04 GMT -5
(yes let's; you can start) ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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