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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 12:20:27 GMT -5
It was almost sunset - the sky was beginning to just tinge with gold. James was sitting in a cold, damp cellar. Waiting. He didn't even know what he was waiting for anymore. After all, Elizabeth had said she would come back. DId that mean she was planning on saving him, or just seeing him one last time? He was either waiting for his escape or his execution.
He could even hear from his cell the sounds of the scaffold being erected, the sounds of the crowd beginning to gather to see the face - and the death - of the man who had kidnapped their princess.
He sat against a cold stone wall, his head tipped back so it touched the stone as he looked up towards the ceiling. It wouldn't be long now, either way. At least he had the comfort of not having to wait long.
He was simultaneously terrified, and somehow unafraid. He was afraid for his siblings, for Elizabeth, for everything and everyone he was leaving behind. But he wasn't scared of death. Perhaps because he'd been mentally preparing himself for this eventuality for years. It didn't scare him anymore. At least, not how it used to when he first began stealing.
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 6, 2017 12:36:12 GMT -5
(I would start if I were in a better position to xP I can later if you want)
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 12:37:36 GMT -5
When Elizabeth arrived at the gallows, there was already a thick crowd gathered in the streets, yelling boldly to bring out the prisoner. Now that she was here, Elizabeth wasn't so sure she should have come - all the cries chilled her to the bone. The sky was ominously tinged a deep, orange-red, as if the earth itself knew what awaited the poor thief. But James was all that matter now to Elizabeth. This plan had to work; it must, or she would be sick with grief until the day she herself was laid in her grave. Suddenly, she heard shouts growing at the front of the crowd and realized that James was present; three guardsmen hauled him up the gallows, his hands still shackled behind his back. Oh, James, she thought as she studied the grim look set on his face, it'll be over soon. I promise. The princess tightened her grip on her cloak and pressed closer to the back of the crowd. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 12:39:58 GMT -5
[Would you mind? I don't mind waiting, I just feel it would be best if you started]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 12:48:35 GMT -5
When Elizabeth arrived at the gallows, there was already a thick crowd gathered in the streets, yelling boldly to bring out the prisoner. Now that she was here, Elizabeth wasn't so sure she should have come - all the cries chilled her to the bone. The sky was ominously tinged a deep, orange-red, as if the earth itself knew what awaited the poor thief. But James was all that matter now to Elizabeth. This plan had to work; it must, or she would be sick with grief until the day she herself was laid in her grave. Suddenly, she heard shouts growing at the front of the crowd and realized that James was present; three guardsmen hauled him up the gallows, his hands still shackled behind his back. Oh, James, she thought as she studied the grim look set on his face, it'll be over soon. I promise. The princess tightened her grip on her cloak and pressed closer to the back of the crowd. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ The cries of the crowd grew louder as James was roughly hauled up onto the gallows. The young man wasn't even focussed on what was happening as his eyes scanned the crowd for familiar faces. In the front row of the crowd he found two. His sisters. Clearly wanting to see their brother one more time. Maybe because they had held James up as an idol since childhood, and they wouldn't believe he was actually dead unless they saw it with their own eyes. Pained, he moved his gaze away from his sisters, who hugged each other and sobbed as the noose was slipped around James' neck, the rope coarse against his neck. It was at that moment that he caught one more familiar gaze. Elizabeth's. His eyes softened a little as he saw her, and he tried to hide the hope that flickered across his face. They couldn't see that he looked hopeful. It might look like he was planning something. Either way, James could feel a surge of love and happiness at just seeing Elizabeth's face, no matter what was about to happen.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 12:54:48 GMT -5
“Stop! He hasn’t done anything wrong!” Elizabeth’s cry raked through the air like a clap of thunder as she watched the guards ready the noose. She could hear the gasps of her people around her as she removed the hood that covered her blonde head and raced up the gallows to meet James. The royal guard seemed conflicted; some had their weapons at the ready while others that recognized her were watching the princess with confusion alight in their gaze. “I order you to let this man go,” the princess demanded. “Your majesty,” the head of the guard said to her, remembering their earlier conversation, “is this not the man who captured you in order to gain ransom?” The word flew from Elizabeth’s lips before she had the chance to think. “No!” She met James’ surprised gaze for a moment before continuing on, granting her strength she hadn’t felt mere moments before. “Well, yes - but I paid him to write the letter,” Elizabeth explained to the growing crowd of onlookers and the shocked guardsmen around her. “I put him up to taking me from the carriage! He has no blame to pay; he just did as I asked him to!” She lowered her voice as she pleaded with the guardsmen. “Please,” she begged, “let him go. He’s a good man. I am the one who committed a crime against my father’s kingdom.” The dark-haired thief remained silent as the head guard looked from him to the princess. “Is this true? Did the princess pay you to do this?” Elizabeth said a silent prayer as she met James’ eyes once again. Please, she silently begged James as he opened his mouth to speak, I’m just trying to help you get out of here alive, dang it!
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 13:06:04 GMT -5
James' eyes were closed during the whole exchange as he tried to figure out what to do, taking a deep, shuddering breath. Finally, he turned his gaze to the head guard.
"Yes," James said, his voice coming out quiet but clear "She wasn't doing anything wrong, though. She just wanted to experience peasant life, authentically. To better know her people so she could rule them all the better in the future, She enlisted my help because she knew it would be believable that I might be the one who kidnapped her. And because I frequent the road she was kidnapped on"
He felt bad for lying, and potentially getting the princess in trouble, but he hoped that he was doing what Elizabeth wanted him to do. She seemed to have been silently begging him to agree.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as a figure appeared at the edge of the crowd. A lanky teenager with dark hair and the same blue eyes as James. Henry. Goddamit, Henry had followed his sisters. Jane and Ellen were already ushering him away, but the boy looked afraid and confused, and James could hardly blame him. James himself was confused right now, to be honest.
He didn't think anyone else had noticed this happen, though, and James' gaze travelled back to the head guard.
"I have heard enough," said the guard
[OOOH, tension. You can decide whether this gets a really happy or really sad ending XD Well, it doesn't have to be the end yet, but you get the picture]
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 13:13:41 GMT -5
Elizabeth could have hugged him - heck, she could have kissed him - right then and there. He'd done as she hoped he would, though she didn't doubt that he'd take another stab at saving his neck. The guard turned back to the murmuring crowd. “As this man has not committed high treason, we cannot punish him in this manner. This will be taken care of between the royal family from here forward,” the tall guard said with a glare at Elizabeth, “and will be resolved. You all shall return to your business, as usual,” he finished with a dip of his head and turned towards his men again. “Lock him up again. I’ll take Her Majesty to the castle immediately.” The head gripped her arm tightly and pulled her away from the thief as she reached out to steady James. “I don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, Lady Liz,” the guard said to her as he gave her a hand to help her onto his steed, “but it’d better be worth your father’s rage.” She didn’t respond to the man’s comment, her face set like stone with her sky-colored eyes facing the blazing sunset. The blazing sunset and the King’s wrath. ( ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ i think a trial scene in the king's court would work here to decided on his final punishment if you're down for it (otherwise we could just skip to the happy ending but I'm still ready for a lil bit more drama))
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 13:25:50 GMT -5
[Yaaas, me too! I'm not ready to end this yet. Way too invested in this romance]
As James was led down from the scaffold, four figures came hurtling around the corner. The guards were about to stop them from coming, but James simply said "Can't they talk to me, even for a moment?"
Having been allowed a moment with his siblings before going back inside, James was enveloped in hugs, his twin sisters sobbing. All had dark hair, so each sibling was indistinguishable from the rest in the crushing hug.
"Thank God you're alright, James!" cried John, the middle brother "What the hell did you get yourself into this time?"
A..bit more than petty thievery?" James replied with a raised eyebrow and a laugh as his siblings pulled him in tighter. The man noticed that his youngest brother, Henry, still looked shaken up.
"It's alright, Henry" James replied comfortingly "I'm okay. I just took it too far this time. That's all"
[skip?]
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 13:38:22 GMT -5
(yep! I'll start) ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧"Liz, dad is so gonna kill you!" The princess was met with cries of shock from her little brothers the moment she entered the castle and dismounted the horse. "I don't care," she told them simply. Daniel, who was fair-haired like his eldest sister, frowned. "You should. Otherwise, we may nev-" "Elizabeth! Your father wants you at once in the throne room!" The princess hid her growing nerves through a cool-faced facade, but inside her stomach was threatening to empty its contents onto the floor. She followed the messenger who had summoned her to the grand, glittering throneroom which once felt so normal and expected for her daily life. But she knew better now, now that she had seen how her people lived. Elizabeth strolled up to the throne and bowed her head, not daring to meet her father's cutting gaze from his perch above her. "Once that - that thief gets here, you have five minutes to explain yourselves. Then we'll decide what happens to the lot of you," he told angrily, his deep voice grating to her ears. She turned her head when she saw the door behind her opened once again and felt relief flood her body when she saw James coming to stand beside her, his wrists still shackled. The guardsman that brought him to the throneroom hung by the door, clearly planning on staying to keep the royal family safe. Elizabeth passed a smile James' way before her father's voice demanded her attention. "Your time begins now. Thief, we'll start with you. Why did you do this?"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 13:48:01 GMT -5
James had been bustled into the room so quickly that he had barely known what was happening before the King addressed him and he began to reply. The man had decided that he should stick with the story Elizabeth had told, only because he knew that if he changed it, he'd be back on those gallows before he knew it.
"Well, It's like this, Your Highness," James began "A while ago I received a letter from the princess. She said that she wanted to know her subjects better, so that when the time came for her to rule, she would be better informed on how to rule them. She told me of a trip she was taking to meet her betrothed and she knew that I frequented one of the roads there. She asked me to wait for the carriage and kidnap her. She paid me to write the ransom note and show her how the most ordinary citizens in the country lived. As you can see, no harm came to her. I protected her. This is all a big misunderstanding."
James had remained as polite and humble as he possibly could, but he was concerned. Would the King believe him? Would the princess get into trouble with her father? What was going to happen.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 13:58:37 GMT -5
The King dipped his head to James, but then motioned for his daughter to speak. "It's true, Fathe-Sir," Elizabeth said, correcting herself as she spoke, meeting her father's watery blue gaze. "I just wanted to see how my people-" "But they're not your people, are they?" he snarled at his daughter, his brows furrowing as he looked at his daughter. "You have embarrassed our kingdom beyond belief with this escapade. You deserve no place among us here," he told her grimly. Elizabeth's eyes widened. "So be it - I'll take the fall here; James just did as I asked. I committed the crime, Your Majesty," she said, her words sounding much more aggressive than she had intended them to. "Just - just let James go and live his life. Set him free; I will take his punishment," she begged. She watched as her father sighed deeply. "Are you sure about this, Princess?" Elizabeth met James' eyes. "Please," she whispered to him, "let me do this. Then you can run - keep your family and yourself safe. Let me repay you for your kindness." ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 14:08:48 GMT -5
"No."
James' words were as calm and clear as he had ever spoken in his life. He knew he should be afraid, but he'd never felt less scared in his life.
"No," he repeated "Because there is no crime. This is idiotic. I'm sorry, Your Highness, but the princess can hardly kidnap herself. That's running away, which isn't a crime. And it shouldn't be an embarrassment for a princess to want to understand the people of her kingdom. The princess should be able to return to her life. Forget about what happened here. Besides, while I appreciate the princess' willingness to take punishment, it isn't necessary. I have crimes to pay for. Petty thievery, not treason. Not hangable offenses. Come on, Your Highness, everyone here knows I am a thief. It is why the princess contacted me in the first place. Surely, if there is not crime here and you feel such a desire to punish someone, it should be the one who has actually committed a crime."
He looked to Elizabeth, and whispered back to her "You've done enough. "You shouldn't be punished where there is no crime"
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 6, 2017 14:12:42 GMT -5
(No problemo)
It was around 6 PM—an hour before Ammiel was expected at rehearsal—that his parents decided they should all sit down to dinner. He fidgeted the entire time, knowing he absolutely could not be late tonight. The symphony's performances on Saturday made sneaking out difficult, given that he should have been observing the Sabbath. But everyone had to make sacrifices. Luckily they hadn't invited any guests over that night.
Eventually, cutting it close, Ammiel asked to be excused, saying that he felt ill, and went straight to the study to collect his instrument. Hopefully his mother wouldn't suddenly decide to be the caring type and check on him. She was probably thanking the heavens Ammiel wasn't there to disturb her, or "make her sad," as his father would say.
At first he headed for the front door, then remembered they had a clear line of sight down the foyer and one of the help would tell the master and mistress even if they themselves didn't see Ammiel. Instead, he thought it better to pry open the study's window and climb onto the roof of their three story mansion with a viola strapped across his back. Unfortunately, he didn't really think the whole thing through, and got stuck, frozen with fear, not a meter from the sill. For such a deviant, Ammiel really wasn't all that daring.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 14:22:25 GMT -5
"Here's how we'll settle this," the King said, his voice cutting through the air like the blade of a knife. "The thief gets flogged for his petty crimes; 5 lashes and no more. That should cover the cost of any and all of the crimes you have committed. The princess, however, will give up her claim to my throne. She must leave the palace as soon as her belongings have been gathered. I cannot allow someone as preposterous and foolish as you to take my place," he growled, looking directly at the two, who still kept their heads to the ground. Elizabeth's heart felt both elated and crushed in the mere minute that passed. But she knew it was for the better - as much as she loved her people, she could still serve them in other, more quiet ways. But most of all, she loved James and his bravery - his bravery that otherwise could get him killed. Before he could argue against her, Elizabeth blurted the words: "We accept." The King simply laughed. "I never asked you, did I? Guardsman, ready the prisoner for the flogging. Have someone begin readying Liz's belongings. I want the both of them off my land by dawn." ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 14:24:14 GMT -5
Ada had been sent into the study because the mistress was complaining of a draught, saying that the window in the study must have been open. The maid headed into the room and, surely enough, the window was open. As she went to close it, she heard a noise and peered out, only to see Ammiel not a metre above her, looking terrified, with a viola strapped to his back.
"Ammiel?" Ada hissed "What the hell are you doing there?"
Well, she didn't need much of an answer. Sneaking out - that's what he was doing. Why, exactly, he was sneaking out with a viola, though, she had no idea. What was going on? She didn't want to get into trouble, though, so kept as quiet as possible while she spoke with him. The slap from Ammiel's father had faded only to a bruise by this point, but she didn't want tp provoke another.
Her punishment for speaking out against Ammiel's father was already taking its toll on her. The extra work and missing an hour of sleep each night had gives her dark circles under her eyes, and she looked visibly tired. The mistress had already commented on it , of course, as if it was something Ada could help. It wasn't like she could magically erase these dark circles.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 14:31:31 GMT -5
"Here's how we'll settle this," the King said, his voice cutting through the air like the blade of a knife. "The thief gets flogged for his petty crimes; 5 lashes and no more. That should cover the cost of any and all of the crimes you have committed. The princess, however, will give up her claim to my throne. She must leave the palace as soon as her belongings have been gathered. I cannot allow someone as preposterous and foolish as you to take my place," he growled, looking directly at the two, who still kept their heads to the ground. Elizabeth's heart felt both elated and crushed in the mere minute that passed. But she knew it was for the better - as much as she loved her people, she could still serve them in other, more quiet ways. But most of all, she loved James and his bravery - his bravery that otherwise could get him killed. Before he could argue against her, Elizabeth blurted the words: "We accept." The King simply laughed. "I never asked you, did I? Guardsman, ready the prisoner for the flogging. Have someone begin readying Liz's belongings. I want the both of them off my land by dawn." ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ James gave Elizabeth an apologetic look as the guardsman began to lead him out of the room. He felt awful that she'd been made to give up her claim to the throne. But if James hadn't stepped in it could have been worse. A whole lot worse, so he was grateful. He hoped she would wait for him. That was the only thought in his head as he was taken out into a courtyard and tied to a post, his clothes ripped to reveal his bare back. This would be nothing. James had done worse before. And he would possibly be the first criminal ever to have their sentence changed from execution to flogging within about an hour, so he was pretty grateful for that. It was all thanks to the princess that he was still alive. And it was for her that James was prepared to give these lashes. As a way of thanking her for all that she'd done. As a way for repaying every bad thing he'd done during his criminal years. He would finally be able to leave it all behind.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 14:47:59 GMT -5
Elizabeth felt sick as she watched James be led away to the courtyard. The princess dipped her head to her father for the last time as she followed the men out to the courtyard. She tried to keep her eyes on the dark-haired man, but she could hardly bare the thought of watching as the guardsmen sneered at him in the evening light, ripping his shirt from his back. She turned away from him when she saw the whip being readied and heard the first lash meet his exposed body. She stood still until she heard the final lash and then whirled around and swiftly helped the dark-haired man to his feet, guiding him back into the castle. "I have some bandages in my room; you can rest there while I help gather my things," she explained to him quickly, watching his eyes flicker as she felt the blood pooling around the gashes in his back. When they reached her chamber, she helped him settle onto the foot of her bed before gathering the bandages for his back. "I'm sorry," she apologized quickly, "I thought he'd be less harsh on you. But to be honest," Elizabeth explained, beginning to wrap the bandages around his exposed abdomen and back, "I can't wait to get out of here. Where will you go now, anyway, that you've been set free?" ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 14:56:00 GMT -5
Through the pain James was barely aware of the fair-haired woman as she helped him to her room. It was only when they were in her room together that he spoke again, his voice strong as ever.
"Don't be sorry; I got off lightly," James replied "Five lashes is a small price to pay for nine years of petty crime. As for me, I don't know where I'll go. Now I'm not a criminal anymore and I've paid for my crimes, I don't have to leave anymore. And, well, I was thinking…You know, since you've been thrown out and everything, if you needed a place to stay…"
He looked at her with a small smile, knowing that she knew exactly what he was suggesting. The spare room in the cottage was still available, of course, if she felt like staying with him at least a while longer. James, after all, had fallen well and truly in love for Elizabeth, and he didn't feel quite ready to let her go yet.
Neither of them had mentioned their earlier kiss, and James wondered whether it was something better left in the moment, or whether she really did love him. Whether she cared for him as much as he did her.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 15:08:42 GMT -5
Elizabeth smiled readily at the suggestion of moving in with James. She couldn't imagine herself being anywhere else. A whole new way of life had been opened up to her; she was ready and willing to take advantage of it. She was hardly ready to let such a man as this slip from her heart. But now she found her mind was whirling with the memories of their stolen kiss in the alleyway, as imminent death was no longer a possibility for either of them. As soon as she was finished with the bandages and had set them aside, she placed her hand gingerly on his shoulder. Her heart was pounding again; she could hear the blood roaring in her ears as she gently shifted closer to him. Even with the tang of blood, his scent was still so intoxicating. "Hey, James? How would you feel if I," she whispered, her eyelids fluttering shut as she guided his lips toward her own, "did this?" ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 6, 2017 15:10:32 GMT -5
Ammiel started, nearly falling when he heard Ada call his name. Before he could really tumble, though, he grabbed hold of the window sill and turned, wide-eyed, to look at the maid. "I um...I have an engagement. And it's terribly important and I'm going to be late so I would really appreciate it if you could pull me back up." It came out more like a question than a statement, but then, Ammiel wasn't really in a position to make demands. Quite literally. "I would do it myself but apparently I'm petrified of heights. Learn something new every day."
He had to admit, it was a nice evening to be stuck. The stars were emerging over London and a soft breeze tousled Ammiel's raven hair. Besides that, the Chaikin house had been built upon a large hill, and he had a stunning view of the cityscape. All three were factors he could not enjoy with his heart pounding so heavily. He'd made the mistake of looking down and not planning a route to the ground. Ammiel would either have to take a fall or find another way through the house; clearly he wasn't built for scaling buildings. Now he would definitely be late, on the only night that counted. Unless, of course, Ada was willing to get into more trouble for him, and he couldn't ask that of her. At the same time he was growing more nervous by the second, panic threatening to send Ammiel to his death.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 15:15:10 GMT -5
James felt a smile curl his lips as they kissed. James managed to pull himself away just long enough to say softly "I'd feel pretty good about it. Because then I'd do this"
He kissed her again, harder, hungrier this time. He could taste her, smell her. She was an assault on the senses, and James had never felt so happy in his entire life. He almost didn't know what to do with himself. He felt like he might well just burst with happiness in that moment.
"You," James murmured softly between kisses "Are the most incredible woman I have ever met in my entire life."
He was so wrapped up in her, and the kiss, that he was no longer even aware of the pain from his lashes. When they kissed, he could feel the world melting away into nothing but him and her. Nothing but the two of them together in an eternal feeling of happiness. A feeling he hoped they would always have.
[Sorry this is short]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 6, 2017 15:21:35 GMT -5
Ammiel started, nearly falling when he heard Ada call his name. Before he could really tumble, though, he grabbed hold of the window sill and turned, wide-eyed, to look at the maid. "I um...I have an engagement. And it's terribly important and I'm going to be late so I would really appreciate it if you could pull me back up." It came out more like a question than a statement, but then, Ammiel wasn't really in a position to make demands. Quite literally. "I would do it myself but apparently I'm petrified of heights. Learn something new every day." He had to admit, it was a nice evening to be stuck. The stars were emerging over London and a soft breeze tousled Ammiel's raven hair. Besides that, the Chaikin house had been built upon a large hill, and he had a stunning view of the cityscape. All three were factors he could not enjoy with his heart pounding so heavily. He'd made the mistake of looking down and not planning a route to the ground. Ammiel would either have to take a fall or find another way through the house; clearly he wasn't built for scaling buildings. Now he would definitely be late, on the only night that counted. Unless, of course, Ada was willing to get into more trouble for him, and he couldn't ask that of her. At the same time he was growing more nervous by the second, panic threatening to send Ammiel to his death. Ada nodded and moved to help him, grabbing his hand as she pulled him back up into a room, making an effort not to grunt with the effort as she pulled him up "Alright," Ada sighed once he was safely inside once again "I'll help you, if you tell me what kind of engagement you have where you're required to take a viola. What are you doing that your parents don't know about?" This was just hugely entertaining to Ada at that moment. She had to know what was going on here, she just had to. It seemed like a heck of a story, anyway, whatever it was. She couldn't help thinking that most people who were prone to sneaking out of their parents' house weren't taking an instrument with them. Was he part of some kind of secret band or something? Did he do this often? My God, was he always getting stuck on that window? She had no idea
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Post by thornshade on Apr 6, 2017 15:36:53 GMT -5
Elizabeth's body radiated with pleasure as their lips meshed together, her heart soaring as she got lost in the man that was James. The musky, earthy scent of his skin and the way it burned at her touch, the way he grinned at her when he pulled away. At first, she was confused, but when he came back for more she was ready. All her worries and fears melted away as she kissed him, running her hands through his dark, wavy locks of hair that felt so soft beneath her fingertips, the heat of his skin as he pressed his body against her own. She broke away from the kisses for a moment, panting. "I am so in love with you, James Castor," she murmured, lovingly running her thumb along his stubbly cheek before moving to kiss him once more, her hands running up and down his toned, tan arms as he held her against himself hungrily. She had never remembered feeling so enraptured by another before; she had never remembered feeling so loved and wanted before. When the kisses finally came to a stop, Elizabeth peeked out the window and figured that had some time to rest before they had to set out with her things for James' cottage at dawn tomorrow. She pulled out a soft cot and laid it on the floor beside her old bed. "You get the bed tonight, she insisted, handing him an old shirt to cover his swollen, tender back with. "I'll wake you tomorrow when I'm ready to go home," she murmured to him as she blew out the oil lamp on her bedside table. She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before turning in for the night, her heart feeling lighter and happier than it had in years. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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Post by Cobraheart on Apr 6, 2017 15:48:13 GMT -5
"Goodness. Thank you." Ammiel let go of Ada's hand and dusted off his formerly immaculate tuxedo. Maybe climbing out on the roof in formal wear wasn't such a good idea. Once his bow tie had been properly straightened, he look to Ada, still embarrassed. "I um, I have a concerto. They haven't found out about me playing with the symphony because they're always doing something to observe the Sabbath, but normally I can just leave. For some reason they wanted dinner tonight. Convenient isn't it?" Ammiel's chest was still heaving, but a huge weight has been lifted off it. He could breathe again, now that he wasn't staring at the ground twenty meters below. "You...wouldn't be interested in coming along, would you? My plus one." Ammiel looked very proud of himself. "None of my family is coming, of course. They don't exactly know what's happening. If they did, it wouldn't be happening." He rested both hands on the case, biting his lip. He supposed inviting Ada out was a date, of sorts, and Ammiel had never been on one where he chose the person he went out with. This was a first for him. Of course he wouldn't be sitting with her for the majority of the concert, but afterward they could see London. Really see London. What a dreamer Ammiel was when he had the chance.
(I had to put my phone away for Splash Mountain and good thing I did or I wouldn't be using it right now xD I'm soaked)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 14, 2017 8:02:14 GMT -5
Elizabeth's body radiated with pleasure as their lips meshed together, her heart soaring as she got lost in the man that was James. The musky, earthy scent of his skin and the way it burned at her touch, the way he grinned at her when he pulled away. At first, she was confused, but when he came back for more she was ready. All her worries and fears melted away as she kissed him, running her hands through his dark, wavy locks of hair that felt so soft beneath her fingertips, the heat of his skin as he pressed his body against her own. She broke away from the kisses for a moment, panting. "I am so in love with you, James Castor," she murmured, lovingly running her thumb along his stubbly cheek before moving to kiss him once more, her hands running up and down his toned, tan arms as he held her against himself hungrily. She had never remembered feeling so enraptured by another before; she had never remembered feeling so loved and wanted before. When the kisses finally came to a stop, Elizabeth peeked out the window and figured that had some time to rest before they had to set out with her things for James' cottage at dawn tomorrow. She pulled out a soft cot and laid it on the floor beside her old bed. "You get the bed tonight, she insisted, handing him an old shirt to cover his swollen, tender back with. "I'll wake you tomorrow when I'm ready to go home," she murmured to him as she blew out the oil lamp on her bedside table. She pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead before turning in for the night, her heart feeling lighter and happier than it had in years. ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ [Sorry for not posting in such a long time x Skip?]
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 14, 2017 8:09:50 GMT -5
"Goodness. Thank you." Ammiel let go of Ada's hand and dusted off his formerly immaculate tuxedo. Maybe climbing out on the roof in formal wear wasn't such a good idea. Once his bow tie had been properly straightened, he look to Ada, still embarrassed. "I um, I have a concerto. They haven't found out about me playing with the symphony because they're always doing something to observe the Sabbath, but normally I can just leave. For some reason they wanted dinner tonight. Convenient isn't it?" Ammiel's chest was still heaving, but a huge weight has been lifted off it. He could breathe again, now that he wasn't staring at the ground twenty meters below. "You...wouldn't be interested in coming along, would you? My plus one." Ammiel looked very proud of himself. "None of my family is coming, of course. They don't exactly know what's happening. If they did, it wouldn't be happening." He rested both hands on the case, biting his lip. He supposed inviting Ada out was a date, of sorts, and Ammiel had never been on one where he chose the person he went out with. This was a first for him. Of course he wouldn't be sitting with her for the majority of the concert, but afterward they could see London. Really see London. What a dreamer Ammiel was when he had the chance. (I had to put my phone away for Splash Mountain and good thing I did or I wouldn't be using it right now xD I'm soaked) [Disneyland: 2 Cobra: 0] Ada paused, biting her lip, when he asked her whether she would want to come with him and see him play. She gave a hesitant glance behind her - could she really afford to leave right now? Could she risk it? She could get fired for this, if she was caught. Finally, after a moment of thinking about it, she turned around to face him again, smiling as she brushed a lose wisp of hair behind her ear. "Okay, sure. I'd love to hear you play. And they probably won't even know I'm gone" Ada replied, her face holding something of an almost childlike excitement as she spoke. Sure, it could be considered a date, but she wasn't sure that Ammiel meant it like that, and Ada still wasn't 100% sure about how she would feel about it being a date. So for now she was happy to just be in the moment and consider it a nice outing with Ammiel. It didn't matter whether it was a date or not, so long as they both enjoyed it. That was the was Ada saw the situation, anyway.
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Post by thornshade on Apr 14, 2017 8:51:30 GMT -5
(it's no problem & sure! you can start ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ )
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Apr 14, 2017 11:11:57 GMT -5
James woke the next morning in the bed - after a while of Elizabeth having to insist he sleep in it - and let out a quiet yawn. He had forgotten the pain in his back from the lashes until he moved to sit up, wincing a little as he felt the sharp pain. The bandages on his back had luckily stopped any bleeding from the wounds, so he was rather glad about that. It meant nothing was getting stained, at least.
He realised that he and Elizabeth should probably get going soon, since he doubted Elizabeth's father wanted either of them there for a moment longer than was necessary. He felt a pang of sympathy for Elizabeth. He felt so guilty that she had to leave her father, leave her home. He'd tried to change her father's mind, but it was to no avail, unfortunately. She seemed to have taken it rather well, however,
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Post by thornshade on Apr 14, 2017 11:25:01 GMT -5
When Elizabeth awoke the next morning, she was more than ready to leave behind her life in the castle. She knew her siblings would miss her, but that those brothers of hers would be better kings and princes than the queen she could have been. She was too curious, too kind, too trusting - all weaknesses when it came to things like war and dealing with going-ons with other kingdoms. Plus, her father had it out for her; now she would never have to look in his steely, dark gaze again and feel shame roll from her like waves. With a yawn, she rose to her feet and was surprised to see that James was awake and no longer bleeding, though she could see a grimace forming on his face. She grinned at him as he looked her way and said a quick good morning before gathering up some of her last, most precious belongings - jewelry, perfumes, quills, bottles of colored ink - into a simple sack. Once she was satisfied with what she'd collected, she sat down on the bed beside James, whose curly hair fell in now-messy waves above his shoulders, and gingerly began to change his bandages. "Once this is done, we can be off," she told him quickly. "I've arranged for my brothers to ready my steed so we can reach your home before dark." ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧
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