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Post by inky on Nov 13, 2021 21:59:19 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
As he turned to face her the way his eyes glowed with excitement made the doubt start to wash away. Slowly as he spoke a soft smile spread across her lips. Anaris was relieved that he liked it. Her fingers tingled as he took her hand pulling her close to him. His hands were so warm, such a contrast to the cold night air. She enjoyed being close to him like this, in contrast her body was cold from the journey here but her brought warmth instantly to all of her. The princess looked up at him as he spoke, by the Gods he always knew the right thing to say to always make her heart flutter.
Anaris found herself leaning into his hand as he tried to push her hair back, failing mostly but it was sweet non the less. The woman smiled "You do not need to thank me my prince." She said softly, she just glad he liked the place. It had a special spot in her heart and now so did he. She thought it fitting to share it with him. After all he needed a place to get away when he wished and she hoped it could serve him as it had served her.
Before she knew it he was grinning and ready to jump in the water. Her eyes watched him as he disrobed and her cheeks flushed profusely and she looked away for a moment. Trying to reign in the racing of her heart and mind. Looking up at him once more she bit her lip as she started to grin. Unlacing the soft front laced corset she slipped it off dropping it on the ground beside her and took the white dress off as well reviling the thin slip underneath that hung delicately to her frame. It left somethings to the imagination but her figure was very apparent. She was thin, but had plenty of womanly curves. Her cheeks burned as his eyes studied her face. She'd never been so exposed, not just with her clothing but the place she shared with him as well.
"Race you to the top then!!" She ran passed him as she called out heading straight for the side of the waterfall. There were rocks that lead to the top where they'd be able to look down into the pool of moonlit water. The woman didn't plan on waiting, his legs were longer than hers so she was only giving herself a fair advantage. Not only that but it had been hard to pull her eyes away from the made by the gods man that stood before her.
»Silas Payne
"To our new sister!" Laila called lifting her glass as well. But it was then that the young girl saw that the other princess was...crying? Confusion and concern washed over the young girl's face, was the gift not good enough? No that wasn't it, she was apologizing. The young princess could not understand why the other was crying but she set her glass down slowly. Ximena had already put her cup down and swiftly went over to Talulla dropping to the ground beside her.
Her hands gently touched the other girl's shoulders for a moment, just letting her know that she was there. The older sister had moved before Dario had even signaled them. It took Laila a moment however, it wasn't until she locked eyes with the small cat pressing against the golden haired woman. The little princess blinked before dropping to the ground and throwing her arms around her as best she could. "It is okay! We didn't mean to overwhelm you! It is okay don't be sorry." Laila said scooting closer to her.
Ximena wrapped her arms around both girls pulling them both toward her so they were all on the ground hugging each other. "It is okay you can cry hun." She said softly, "We'll just sit here together till you are ready. Having a whole bunch of siblings at once can be a little much and I'm sure you have a lot on your mind with everything going on." She soothed softly, running her hands over the other girl's hair slowly. "Take as long as you need." The dark haired girl knew that Talulla had a lot going on, she knew about the darkness the woman face from her father. She also say the darkness within the girl as well, the brown-eyes beauty was always so hard on herself, the only time she saw her relax was away from prying eyes, outside or in the arms of her brother. She brought the other girls head close to her chest holding her, swaying softly to soothe her.
"Yeah, it is okay, we have all night." She shifted a bit to pick Dario up to place him in their new siblings lap. "We are all here for you. Even Dario see?" She said, trying to make the situation lighter. Both sisters just sat there holding her as long as she needed it, just sort of a pile of princesses and the only boy who was allowed to be a part of their little party. Her hand reached up to hold the other's hand, only if she let her that is softly touching the girl's wrist, asking silently for the other to take her hand. Her own eyes had filled with tears, she very sensitive to the emotions of others and Talulla's crying hurt her little heart. She didn't know why the princess was so broken but anyone could see it. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Nov 18, 2021 2:11:57 GMT -5
 Orson
Orson felt his heart flutter in his chest, thumping violently against his ribcage as the gentle flush spread down Ana’s cheeks gratefully and pooled down into the dimple between her collarbone. He swallowed hard, tearing his gaze back up to hers, feeling the butterflies sparking through his stomach and up into his throat, blocking his airways and tongue. She is so beautiful and generous and kind, and you are standing here like a mute oaf.
He stepped back, looking away respectfully as she disrobed, knowing his mother would be more than mortified if any son of hers was anything less than the perfect gentleman. He quickly averted his gaze, doing hard to swallow the butterflies and his pounding heart, taking a deep breath to quell his nerves. You’re swimming. Just swimming. This is totally fine and acceptable. You’re literally getting married tomorrow, and will be expected to do …. Much more. Pull yourself together!
He turned around, after a moment, immediately freezing. She looked perfect there, glimmering in the moonlight, her pale skin silvered under the gentle opalescence of above. His heart leapt quickly up to his throat once more as he jaw dropped slightly, unable to contain himself. He didn’t even try to hide his staring, taking in her perfect figure and reminding himself ferociously in some small part of his mind that you are not married yet!
And then, she was gone.
”Race you to the top then!” He slammed his mouth shut, shaking his head slightly to clear the fog that had settled in the wake of her perfection, heart thundering as he quickly took off. He gained on her quickly, despite them reaching nearly the same height, and tore up the minute cliffside past her. He did his best not to dispel any rocks or undergrowth on her as he scrambled past, pausing only to smirk over his shoulder at her in gloating before continuing on.
Orson slipped only once, footing missing just slightly, sliding along the side of the cliff for a heart racing millisecond. He countered, muscles rippling beneath his skin with the strain, sweat gleaming under the pearly hue of the moon, before he turned, catching himself. He paused only for a moment before continuing just a little more cautiously, hearing Ana gaining even quicker. He couldn’t let her win— how was that gentlemanly, if he were not there to pull her up?
He turned as he reached the top, pulling himself into sitting and extending his hand to her, barely able to help as she was so close on his tail. He pulled a little too hard, still rushing with adrenaline, pulling her onto him and sending them further backwards onto the cliff’s edge. He burst into laughter, breathless and heart racing as she collapsed into a heap on him, the night air buzzing with heat and warmth.
”I think I technically won, but I’m fine with conceding to a tie, this time, your Highness,” He panted, shifting slightly to push up on his elbows, making no move to push her off him. If he were being honest, he rather enjoyed the position they were in, waterfall all but forgotten as he gazed down fondly on Ana, a slight smirk mimicking the mischief in his dark gaze.
 Talulla
Talulla was certainly overwhelmed, to say the least. Never had anyone thought to be so kind. Her last birthday that had been celebrated by anyone other than Constance was her eighth. And even that one hadn’t been much of a celebration, having fallen a week before her mother passed. Of course, now, most people didn’t even bother to mention or wish her any glad tidings, and she usually spent the days alone with Tudda or Dario as the only semblance of company.
It was hard, being lonely, and suddenly finding you weren’t alone anymore.
And so, sweet, confused, overwhelmed Talulla found herself crying quietly on the kitchen floor. Ruining what should have been a very happy night with her silly little emotions. Being vulnerable should not be this hard. She stiffened slightly at Ximena’s first touch before relaxing into it and Laila’s allowing the two to surround her. She melted then, unable to pull her hands down, now thoroughly embarrassed and crying for a completely different reason.
”You are both, truly. Just. So kind. Far too kind, really,” She stammered, having difficulty working through her incoherent thoughts. She blinked, finally feeling the tears slow a little as time passed in heartbeats measured in the heavy thumping in her empty chest. Talulla, stop trying to fight everything, for once. Please.
She finally pulled her hand down, slightly, peeking as Laila gently gripped her wrist. She gave a small, shaking, watery smile before pulling her hands down with a sniffle, gently running them over Dario who mewled in delight, rubbing against her fondly. She gently took Laila’s hand in her warm, damp ones, nodding slightly to the girl.
”Okay. I’m okay now. Sorry. I’m sorry,” She managed after a long, tense moment, shoulders slumping in a mixture of relaxation, relief, and exhaustion. She pulled her hands free, swiping at her eyes, and gently moving to her feet then, pulling Dario up to her chest with a small smile. She waited for the other two to get to their feet, giving a brave nod, having seemingly stopped the waterworks. For now, at least.
Of course, the wedding being tomorrow, there were sure to be plenty more. But, that could wait.
”Now, who’s ready for a real party?” She grinned, a spark of mischief peeking out despite everything, excitement really starting to fill in. |
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Post by inky on Nov 18, 2021 4:53:20 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
His gaze burned into her skin as she watched him, watch her. She could feel a shiver across her body where ever his eyes traveled. How was she so blessed to have this god of a man before her, and yet he was watching her like she was the epitome of perfection. The slightly dropped jaw made her giggle a little. For someone so eloquent with words it would seem that for a minute he'd forgotten how to speak. But she didn't relish in that for long, after all, she had a race to win. Well, try to win at least.
It didn't take long for her to hear the prince catching up to her. She knew she was going to need that head start that much was clear. It took no time at all for him to run in front of her and she gasped softly. She'd expected that he was going to pass her but she hadn't expected him to do it that fast. Anaris laughed as she pushed herself to go faster, just on his heels she scrambled up the rocks. The princess caught the backward glance and over the shoulder smirk and mischief danced in her eyes and he was met with her own slightly surprised smirk.
Scrambling up she managed to not slip even once, she knew these rocks like the back of her hand. Every step was like she'd run up this before, which growing up she had several times. But this time was different, she wasn't running from something but toward it. Toward him. Somehow he'd managed to make this place that much more safe. He was safe, in the whole week they'd spent time together not one thing she'd done needed scolding. For the first time in her life being herself wasn't an act of rebellion. It was just her.
The princess watched him closely as he slipped and began to slide down, it didn't last for long but her eyes widened and she started to move to try and help him but he'd managed to catch himself. And by the gods did he look good doing it. The way his muscles tensed to pull himself almost made her miss her footing as well. She supposed it made sense he looked as good as he did being a solider and all. Their little sparring match had proved his skill in that arena without a doubt but she hadn't gotten to see it all in action.
When she reached the top though seconds after him she paused seeing his hand reached out to her. Taking it she felt his strength first hand, a little too much is seemed. The woman stumbled a bit before landing (lacking any skill in catching herself) right on Orson. For a moment she was stunned silence just sort of staring at him before losing control and laughing with him. She'd started to bit her lip to keep it from happening but that hadn't helped. She let her head fall on his chest and she laughed so hard her face hurt. So she'd lost, she was going to take the current position as a win in her book. Even if only a personal victory of ending up closer to the prince. Very close actually.
As he shifted so did she, pushing herself up a little so she could look at him "A tie? Well I suppose that is rather fitting since I am the one who seems to technically be on top of you and the waterfall." The girl laughed once again, "My dear prince you won fair and square, the victory is yours. Though next time I think I will forgo giving you any warning to heighten my advantage." She had her hands on his chest so she could hold herself up and she smiled at him, "After all, your legs are longer than mine." His dimples peeked out with his smirk and made it all the more enticing, he made it hard for her to take her eyes off of him really. For a moment her eyes remained trained on his lips, heat rushing over her face.
It wasn't like that hadn't kissed before, in face she had a very vivid memory of the whole thing. He'd been about this close the last time, she could smell the scent of the fire that had been burning in his room. She loved the way he smelled, like the forest at night, often times she found herself breathing deeper around him memorizing him. If she could she'd choose to stay her like this forever. No fancy clothing, no rules, no annoying family members to fight with, just him and this place. It was perfect. He was perfect. It turned out that she'd been staring at him, blinking for a moment her eyes locked with his and she laughed, a little nervously it sounded. "Sorry, you just, I lost my train of thought."
»Silas Payne
The three girls sat holding each other as long as was needed. Both girls trying to soothe the new addition to their family. It was clear Silas was not the only one of his family that cared deeply for the young princess. Ximena had taken it upon herself to be the same motherly type with Talulla as she was with her siblings, always the voice of reason and matter, while being there to comfort any sill mistake. Laila had grown quite fond of the other girl, taking to reading quietly next to her when they had the chance. Comforted by just having another person there she was sure the other girl felt the same. They'd also gone riding previously, a thrilling adventure where she'd learned to climb the fruit trees and tie her dress so it didn't get in the way.
Yes it seemed that the doe eyed princess had already impacted their family greatly. And they wouldn't have traded her for the world. So again, here they were cuddling her in a puddle of princesses on the floor of the kitchen. As long as she need it they would be there. Ximena had even started to hum softly, the same song Silas always hummed to her to put her to sleep. They all knew it by heart, something their mother had done for everyone of her children. It calmed all of them so naturally she hoped it would help the other girl.
"We just care about you is all." Laila said offering her a small smile before rested her head on her holding her hands holding them firmly, she was going to let her know she was there for her. After some time the princess got to her feet finally that same light springing back into her. It took no time at all of Laila to scramble to her feet with a great deal of excitement. "Yes!!! Time to party!" The grin on the young girl's face was infectious and Ximena looked at her and started to smile as well.
"Lets get to partying then!" Ximena nodded, dusting herself off for a moment before straightening up. She reached over to the younger sister and fixed the girls hair that was a mess from pressing against Talulla. "There we are all ready now." The taller girl looked to Talulla, "Take what you want, we will bring the plates with us to our next stop, its not too far so we can come back for more if we want." She gestured for the other princess to start picking her food. It was her night so she got to pick what she wanted first, the other two would grab things after her.
Once everyone had grabbed their food Laila waited excitedly by the door, "Okay so the next surprise is Gale's idea, and we made them for everyone. So we all have matching ones." She said holding a little box out by the door, "The next place is a combination of Ximena's and the twin's idea." Inside the box was a bracelet made out brown string and had nine stones, each of a different color that was meant to represent each of the siblings including Talulla.
"Zion and Adriel were the ones who made them all with Gale and we all have them." Ximena held out her wrist, "See." |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 2, 2021 21:24:51 GMT -5
Orson
Orson feared he might truly implode. After all, this woman seemed hellbent on pushing him even closer to it, at least. Here, on top of this waterfall, her laughter was the most divine melody he’d ever heard, and her scent was truly intoxicating. He found his head hazy, unable to focus on much of anything other than her in this moment.
As she lay her head across his chest, sparks of electricity seemed to shoot through him, turning him into a buzzing live wire. She was so warm and sweet, and the haze of the humidity made his head almost dizzy. He cleared his throat as they shifted up, shuddering slightly at the feel of her palms against his chest. His heart thumped erratically, feeling like that electricity was tingling all through his body. He blinked, swallowing hard, suddenly becoming aware of just how close they were.
He could easily have counted the long lashes playing at her cheeks from her gorgeous, stormy gaze, or the freckles dotting the planes of her face. He could feel her breath, hot against his chin, and he found her eyes were locked onto his … lips.
She just had to feel this, too.
He blinked at her words, stunned, barely able to process anything more. Something about him winning fair and square. Though, he hadn’t felt like much of a victor before his moment. He gave a breathless chuckle at her last statement, arms trembling slightly from nerves and the effort of keeping them locked in this moment as his stomach churned with butterflies. ”Your train of thought? I don’t even have one,” He chuckled warmly, the sound vibrating through his chest, though it did nothing to quell his growing nerves.
”I mean, as victor, I suppose I am entitled to some kind of reward,” He mused, voice low and rumbling deep within him. The air seemed to quiet, growing still around them, to where it was hard to hear anything other than their beating hearts and quick breaths. ”And I know exactly what I want…” He trailed off, pressing upwards and closing the small distance between them.
The moment their lips connected, his heart took off like a train on a track. Talk about derailing a train! He felt his blood rush to his head, pounding and quick, as he moved to a sitting position, pulling her towards him and winding his arm around her waist. He leaned further in, kiss gentle but insistent, a simple question. If she didn’t want to, he would immediately pull away and give her the space she wanted.
He was, of course, still a gentleman.
Talulla
Talulla was certain her heart would burst from so many emotions. For starters, the pure love and joy she felt was nearly more than she could handle, and the kindness from the sisters was almost blinding. But, she had told Silas she was going to be better about receiving such things, and she was determined to try.
And so, she patiently waited for them to get their fill, excitement growing in her chest as she did. Her stomach twirled, her mirrored anxiety tying it into knots. Deep breaths. You are safe... for now. She paused at the door, stooping to put her plate down so she could open the box right then. She was delicate with it, gingerly undoing the ribbon around it and removing the tissue with care.
Her eyes grew to the size of saucers as she stared, mouthing the numbers as she silently counted the beads. She paused for a moment, registering what it meant, her bottom lip poking out and eyes watering slightly when she did. ”It’s perfect,” She managed, putting it on immediately, voice ragged and rough. She swallowed hard, bending down, drying her eyes and she straightened, noticing Ximena’s and Laila’s matching ones when she did.
She had cried enough, for now. This was a party, after all.
”Okay, lead the way then Ximena,” She smiled, face still flushed and a little puffy, but genuine happiness shone in her wide, brown eyes. The rouge on her cheeks was softening into a tender rose, and she looked much brighter than she had in days. She was even a little taller, it seemed, able to stand up straight, for once.
It seemed that love was the perfect remedy for the poor girl. |
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Post by inky on Dec 3, 2021 21:01:13 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
The heat the radiated off of him was so comforting she didn't want to move. Right here this close to him was where she belong and where she'd stay. Anaris wouldn't have given this moment for the world, the sound of the water fall echoing throughout the cave and the feeling of his skin under her fingers was perfect. She barely even realized she'd been staring at his lips lost in thought dreaming of when they'd kissed the first time under the tree. It had been exhilarating, he was exhilarating.
She laughed again as he admitted to having zero thoughts in that moment. She could feel him trembling under her hand, was he nervous? Adorable. Not that she wasn't, in fact she was just as nervous. The woman was trying to keep her breathing steady and that was taking a lot of focus to do, her hands had stopped shaking since she was using them to hold herself up but they were very warm. Luckily they remained dry and not clammy, at least that much was going for her. Blush stained her face something that was seeming to be a permanent thing around the prince now.
His voice was like honey, thick and sweet, it pulled her in almost as much as his eyes did. It was deep and hypnotic, she swallowed her nerve down as best she could trying to focus her eyes on him and not his lips. Exactly what he wants. It took moments for their lips to touch, the heat washed over her like a wave, consuming her entire body, flooding her mind with him. Her heart was racing and she couldn't think just react. She threw her arms around him, pulling him in as much as she could not that there was much space between them at this point anyway. Her legs were folded on either side of his lap and her hands found their way to the back of his neck. An obvious yes to the question.
Now her hands were shaking, but her body relaxed against his as they were intertwined in that moment. Anaris couldn't even hear the water now, only the beating of her own heart. The butterflies he had created were now bursting within and the only thing distracted her from them was his touch. She was suddenly very aware of where is hands were as they brought a fire everywhere they touched. A fire that burned vibrantly and quickly for him. Breath short she felt more thrill now than when they'd snuck out of the castle earlier that night.
He felt like fire itself, warm, passionate and a little dangerous. After all they were at the top of a waterfall without an escort or anything. Of course had there been an escort they wouldn't be here like this clinging to the warmth of each other's bodies. Her mind cried out for him. Only him.
All thoughts came back to Orson and the tenderness of his lips on hers.
»Silas Payne
Both princesses watched her open her gift, excitement written all over their faces. They couldn't wait to see her reaction to it, they never really saw here wear jewelry but they thought this would be perfect. It was simple enough to go with most things and it was hand made by the boys. As she looked at the bracelet they watched as her eyes started to water once more. These tear were happy ones, they could see that, but they didn't fall from Talulla's eyes this time. Instead they were replaced by light once more. The two girls grinned happily and they took her hands gently.
"The next thing is in our rooms we set up a few things for you." Laila was leading the way, very clearly excited. The three girls made their way down the hall ways and back to Ximena's room. Inside there were all kind of good smelling things, face oils, cucumber slices, warm water. The works. Then most of the furniture had been moved around to make a little tent for them, there were pillows and blankets, as many as the girl's could find set up neatly with the light from the moon being the only light inside the blankets.
"I figured you could use a nice relaxing night and some self care." Ximena said softly as she guided the golden-haired girl to a chair for her sit down. Once she was seated she gestured for her to pick what she wanted to use. "Then when we are done, we have one last gift. But that is for after."
"Look at the fort I helped the twins make!" Laila said bouncing over to the blankets with a huge grin on her face, she was obviously very proud of her creation. It was very well put together actually, this wasn't the first time the girl and the twins had made one together and often times back home this was how her bedroom looked. It was cozy and the twins insisted that Talulla would like it this way too.
Now it was time for the girls to pick their face stuff. Once Talulla picked her, the other two picked out theirs. Ximena picked out some aloe, honey, a mixture of several things made for facemask and a rose oil while Laila picked out cucumbers, of which she ate three, rosemary water for cleansing and the same mask as Ximena.
The night went on and the girls took turns doing each others facials. Laila insisted they all do the same mask and that she be the one to put on Talulla's and she did so very gently. She was careful to keep it out of the other girl's hair. They all sat together letting everything soak in as Laila talked about the latest book she'd read. It was a story about a lost prince who had to fight his way back fighting monsters and dragons all to return home to his princess. They rinsed off their masks and Ximena took the chance to put the oil on Taulla's face while Laila brushed and braided her hair happily.
When everyone was rinsed off a smelled of sugar and flowers Ximena excused herself, leaving Laila with the other princess. Laila was snuggled up against her now on the floor in the little fort. "Just think, we can do this every time we visit." She held out a cucumber slice to the other girl, she'd been snacking on them the whole time. "I'm glad you are marrying my brother." She rested her head on the other girl just sort of snuggling her face into her.
It wasn't long before Ximena returned and behind her was Sila's mother. Hair up in braids around her head and her night gown on with a silk robe draped over her, it was clear she'd just finished readying herself for bed. She offer a warm smile to the two seated girls. Before anyone had a chance to stand up Ximena brought her over both sinking down to the ground in front of Talulla. "Mother insisted she bring her gift herself." The dark-haired girl shifted a bit and in the queens hands was another box. Bigger than the one that held the bracelet, she held it out to the girl. Inside was a necklace with diamond flowers the sparkled like the stars themselves.
"It was mine when I married Silas' father. I wanted you to have it." She smiled once more, "A blessing from the whole family and our welcoming present as well. I hope you like it. I had two necklaces. Silas said you'd like this once the most." Of course he knew about what everyone had planned, especially this gift, he knew the exact one the princess would have liked. It hadn't been his idea but he'd helped unknown to her. When he had found the time to do so, he wouldn't tell. But this necklace was from his mother and father. "I hope you like it, and I hope you enjoy being a part of our family as much as we enjoy it." |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 4, 2021 0:54:32 GMT -5
Orson
Orson had never felt this way before about anything. His heart was pounding in his chest, his body a live wire of electricity and nerves as he felt her pull hungrily into him. He couldn’t make sense of anything, only focused on the feeling of her everywhere. He allowed her to deepen the kiss, arm tightening around her waist and pulling them even closer together, shuddering slightly as her hands grazed his neck.
Far too soon, he had to break away for air.
He pulled back, gasping slightly, chest heaving as he panted slightly, dark eyes glittering brightly in the moonlight. He looked a little wild then, and he felt a little wild, heart racing like some kind of wild animal. He cleared his throat, awkwardly, heat rising from his chest to his cheeks, flushing the dark skin into a darker hue. She was radiantly crimson, glowing silvery beneath the moon, her hair like literal flames. Her eyes gleamed, the blues like gems glowing back at him, like those of an animal crouched in the brush. She was also struggling to breath, and smiling so radiantly at him he would have sworn the sun had risen already.
I am going to combust.
He had no idea how long he stared for, but he finally managed to blink, breaking the spell she had cast on him. He straightened a bit, shifting and moving her to sit more appropriately on his lap, always respectful at the end of the day. He cleared his throat, gently raising a hand to push her hair back from her face, a small echo of a chuckle rumbling in his chest with a gentle smile.
”My, that was… something. You are exhilarating, my Princess, with all the danger and beauty of a wildfire,” He mused, gazing fondly at the tendrils of hair he was absently toying with. ”And, as much as I am enjoying myself, I did come here with the pretense of swimming. It would be such a shame if we were to forget about that, don’t you think?” He tilted his head, quirking one eyebrow upwards at her gently with a small smile, though he made no move to go anywhere.
It really was her decision, after all. And, I don’t really mind carrying on where we were…
Talulla
Talulla felt excitement for the first time in a few days. Since her magic with Silas in the courtyard restoring it, she had been so busy avoiding her father and preparing for the wedding that she hadn’t really been able to feel anything other than anxiety and fatigue. Weddings are just… so much work…
But tonight, she was more than excited for the evening ahead. She couldn’t believe she had lucked out with such amazing future relatives, especially considering how strained her relationship was with her closest and only relative. Is this how it should be… when someone loves you?
When they entered the room with the blanket fort, Talulla’s eyes grew to the size of saucers, heart thumping ecstatically in her chest and grin stretching wide to match. Ever since she was little, she had dreamed of having a blanket fort, but she’d never had anyone around to build it with. Yet here was one, just for them? And the twins had helped to make it for her? She was speechless in awe and appreciation once more, still overwhelmed at the continued outpouring of love.
As the night went on, she found herself strangely quiet, just trying to soak every moment into her memory. She had never experienced most of these things, and it was different for her to be with her sisters, since she’d never had a sister before, much less two whole caring ones like these girls. She stared in confusion when Ximena mentioned “self-care”, looking at the ingredients for the face masks in confusion.
She had never done or experienced this before.
She went along with Laila’s suggestion, and found that the feeling of the face mask was strangely pleasant, though it made her a little anxious to have Ximena so close to her face like that. She merely closed her eyes and tried not to hold her breath, once more a statue. She unfroze, however, when Laila began braiding her hair, melting back into the touch, able to appreciate this. She even leaned into Ximena, finally, when the girl rubbed oil into her skin, enjoying the flowery cool it left in its wake.
”I think I really like this ‘self-care’ thing,” She murmured with a gentle smile, cheeks rosy and warm and eyes gentle as she and Laila nestled into the fort while Ximena went off for something. She was a little surprised, at first, to find Laila snuggling up to her so quickly. But, then again, she and Laila had already grown rather close in the few days, especially when they had gone riding together, and she had taught the girl to tie her skirt up out of the way.
”Yes, we will definitely be doing this when we visit each other,” She smiled, agreeing amiably and taking the cucumber gratefully. She hugged the girl a little tighter as she chewed, glad she couldn’t see her face fall a little when she realized they wouldn’t all be together like this, all the time. Just makes sense…. You don’t deserve a family this kind, all the time. It’ll be better, anyway, when they leave, and you can’t embarrass them up close anymore. Still, she couldn’t help but run her fingers through the younger girl’s hair, humming their familiar lullaby and enjoying it while she could.
She deserved that at least, right?
She sat up slightly, alarmed, already starting to shield Laila when Ximena returned, but relaxed as soon as she saw the girl, grinning widely at her. At the sight of Queen Nera, she nudged Laila gently, expression becoming very serious as she pushed them gently Into a kneeling position, bowing her head in respect.
”Hello, your majesty,” She murmured, confusion coloring her features as Ximena spoke. ”Gift?” She tilted her head slightly, more than confused. How on earth could they possibly have anything more to give her, when they already gave her so much?
Her heart pounded nervously as she gingerly opened it, finding herself shocked into stillness once more. Inside the gentle velvet lay a rather delicate necklace and earring set. They were beautiful diamonds set in gold, and small and delicate that they just lightly sparkled in the moonlight. When she could finally move, she hiccuped, eyes welling with tears, gingerly running a hand over the sparkling jewels.
No one had ever given her anything like this, before.
She gently placed it to the side, sniffling softly before quickly turning and throwing her arms around the queen, collapsing into her. She flushed crimson then, the tears flowing freely, but just hugged the queen as tightly as she could, unable to find the words to express herself.
”Th-thank yo-you… s-s-so much,” She stammered out, hiccuping slightly as she buried her face into the queen’s shoulder, crying harder now. ”Th-this is f-f-far too k-kind…” She tried to continue, voice cracking as she trailed off. After all, Talulla hadn’t really ever had a mother to give her gifts like this, before. Or someone who cared enough to give her a gift, in person, like this.
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Post by inky on Dec 4, 2021 4:32:04 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
Anaris did want this moment to end, his arms held her tightly against him the safest place in the world was right here held by him. As he pulled away she found herself breathless, her face was hot. The whole thing was flushed all the way down to her neck was bright read. She could have sworn he could hear her heart beating in her chest, it felt like it was going to burst out. Her arms were still draped around him as she sat there drinking in every bit of his face in that moment.
She could help but smile, laughing a little as she did. They had gotten a little carried away in that moment but she didn't care honestly. The wedding was tomorrow, it wasn't even twenty-four hours away so formality was out the window. Anaris bit her lip the smile still plastered on her face. Her lips were tingling, still feeling the electricity between them. Her hands moved down from where she was holding his hand and traced his jawline down his neck and to his chest once more. Her hand rested lightly there but her eyes never felt his face, she couldn't pull herself away.
He adjusted her so she was sitting more like a proper lady in his lap. Her mother would kill her if she could see her now. It was perfect. The way his face was as flushed as her's was made the butterflies in her stomach dance. She had no words, nothing came to mind as she let herself lean into his hand a little as he pushed her hair behind her ears. It had become a bit crazy with all the running, climbing and kissing they'd just done.
Swimming? Oh! Right! They had come there to swim in the waterfall and jump off together. That had been the whole point of going up there hadn't it. The princess gasped cupping his face, squeezing it ever so slightly. "My dear prince, you are far too distracting!" She teased tapping his nose with her finger, "I almost forgot our mission in racing all the way up here!" Anaris leaned back a little, "I'm afraid anymore reward will have to wait little we finish the mission." She got up quickly holding a hand out to him, her face was still stained a bright red, but maybe the water would help them cool off. Once he stood up she walked him over to the the edge of the falls, peeking down at how far they had to go. "Shall we jump together?" She turned to face him, her back to the the water, mischief sparking in her eyes, "I can hold your hand if you are scared." It was becoming quiet the habit to tease the poor prince.
»Silas Payne
The two princesses were glad she liked self-care, this was something the two oldest girls got together and did this at least once a month. Once Kaia was a little older she'd be included too. Honestly Zion, Adreil, and Silas joined them here and there too. It was nice to be pamper every now and then. Though none of them would even admit to that, outside of Silas to Talulla. It was nice to see her so calm as they sat there bonding. The three had done a decent amount of that while they were here, acting as her bridal party the two oldest sisters stuck to her like glue. In fact everyone had, mostly helping her avoid her father at all costs. They wanted her to have a good time and it seemed like she was having one.
The forever polite girl she watched as the blonde princess moved to a bit more of a proper seating. This was why she'd sunk to the ground with her eldest daughter. There wasn't any need for her to be so formal here. They were a day away from being family after all. The queen blinked as the young princess threw her arms around her. That had been unexpected. She had expected her to politely say thank you and set it to the side. But this was far better. Well, not her crying that wasn't better but it was clear this night was overwhelming for her and her gift was just as overwhelming.
The woman laughed gently letting her arms wrap around the girl, holding her close one arm around her back and the other holding their girls head. Silas had mention the young girl wasn't super reseptive to affection and that at times it scared her. While the queen did not know why yet she had some guesses. And the way she clung to her gave her an even bigger hint. The poor thing hadn't felt love in a long time.
Her eyes teared up just a little as she held the sobbing girl there. "You are my daughter now sweetheart." Her hands moved gently rubbing the girl's back trying to calm her down. Queen Nera rocked her gently just to look over at her daughters to see them hugging each other sobbing as well. The woman's shoulders sunk, they were all just little messes right now weren't they?
Holding one of her arms open and allowed the other two princesses to flop on to her as well they both hugged Talulla crying with her. The queen could help but laugh lightly, just holding the three girls here now. "We are all family now dear." She kissed each girl on the head, rocking them and humming their song softly. She could tell it was going to take a minute for them to all stop crying it seemed like and she would be right there giving them the support they needed in that moment. It was clear where Silas got it from now. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 7, 2021 3:29:43 GMT -5
Orson
Orson had never regretted a set of words so quickly in his entire life. As soon as they left his mouth, he wanted to swallow them back up. Here is this gorgeous woman, literally kissing you with no prying eyes to fall upon us in the most magical place you have ever seen, and you want to go swimming. Are you insane? If only his younger self could see him now, he would be so disappointed. Still, he did’t want to risk losing composure the night before the most important day of his life. And right now, he couldn’t even breath, much less think straight.
However, he wasn’t totally crazy.
So, he sat there, soaking in the radiance of her smile and laughter, his own intertwining in the night air. It was like a little dance, the two of them were doing, around each other and protocols and manners. Someone would toe a little over the line ten the other would reel them back in. Ana pulled him in, then, physically, cupping his face with newfound energy. His eyes widened slightly, smile fading slightly at her teasing, blinking in surprise as she bopped his nose. Now it was his turn to flush slightly, dark skin deepening into something rich, face and neck hot to the touch.
He took her hand, practically scrambling to his feet, much like an eager pup being called by its master. He grinned, warmly, following her to the edge, dusting himself off as he followed her to the edge. He chuckled at her teasing remark, dimples peeking out. ”Me? Scared? Clearly, I’m absolutely petrified,” He snorted, gently enveloping her hand in his own. ”On three, okay? One… two…. Three!” He jumped then, pulling her along with him, hurdling to the water below.
As they plunged in, he released her (for safety reasons, of course). However, as soon as they surfaced, he reached over, pulling her to him with a laugh, shaking his head to dispel water from his eyes. ”My little wildfire, that was almost as exhilarating as you,” He exclaimed, slightly breathless, eyes glittering with excitement as they tread water, the waterfall roaring on behind them.
Talulla
Talulla had no capacity to identify any specific emotion, much less feel embarrassed for her actions (currently). All she knew was that for the first time, in quite a very long time, a parental figure was hugging her with no intentions of letting go. More specifically, a mother figure. She had not realized how much she had been missing this, or how bad she needed it up until now.
As she was cradled, she became aware of the other girls joining them, and though that should have been solace, it only made the girl cry a bit harder, somehow. She couldn’t even help herself, it was just so overwhelmingly delightful to have such security and affection all around her. I earned this. I deserve this. Just this once, I can have this. And so, for this time, she took it.
Time seemed to slow down for her, and she couldn’t tell you how long they all sat, huddled like this, crying. She had about a lifetime worth of tears to get out, so it about checked out. She finally calmed, breath coming in hiccups. Her face was red and puffy, her nose a snotty mess, and her eyes so swollen they were almost shut. She swiped her nose, finally releasing the queen.
”Thank…. Thank you all so much. Tonight has been… o-o-one of the best, best nights I’ve h-had in a wh-while.” She stumbled through the words, struggling to get out a coherent sentence out after that display of emotions. And my, what a display it had been. Now that the tides had ceased their flowing, Talulla was suddenly aware of how exhausted she was. She gave a small smile, swiping once more at her eyes, followed by a shaky, large yawn.
”As w-w-wonderful as tonight has been, uhm, I th-think I should probably h-h-head to bed,” She stammered, face warm and eyes droopy. She wanted to curl up in her giant comforter, with Dario beside her. She also, desperately, wished Silas were here. It was hard to sleep alone, when there wasn’t anyone to hold you together after the nightmares, and this was probably the longest they’d been apart since he’d gotten there. You shouldn’t be so completely dependent, you weak girl. Still, it was hard not to be.
And so, they ladies hugged and kissed goodnight, and everyone departed to their rooms. She slipped in, crashing into her bed, Dario hopping up beside her happily. They burrowed into the sheets, Talulla yawning once more, settling into the comfortable quiet. Dario began purring, resting next to her head on the pillow, tail flicking lightly at her head. Despite the perfect conditions, Talulla suddenly found herself unable to sleep.
She fidgeted, rustling the sheets, as she squirmed about in search of a potentially more comfortable position. However, the bed just felt too… empty, and she wasn’t as warm as she usually was cuddled up to Silas. The bed seemed too roomy, the pillows not as comfortable as his chest, and the blankets just weren't caressing her as gently as he would. She tossed and turned a bit as the night waned on, before finally giving a huff, sitting up grumpily and scowling into the darkness.
”This is ridiculous. I shouldn’t need him here to sleep. Whatever, I’m going to make tea Dario. Are you coming?” She sighed, getting to her feet. She pulled a thin blanket around her shoulders, slipping into her flats and moving into the secret corridors. Dario followed along, also grumpily, trotting beside her as she made her way through the dark and twisty turns with one hand trailing the wall for comfort.
She arrived at the kitchen shortly, pushing open the door and squinting slightly. Moonlight poured through the windows, casting everything in a silvery hue. The room already smelled amazing (as the kitchen always did), but there was the distinct scent of herbs and, strange as it may sound, hot water. She turned, eyes squinting slightly as they adjusted, nearly jumping out of her skin.
”Oh! Si, you scared me,” She murmured, warmth entering her tone with a small smile, hesitating awkwardly. ”Sorry, I know we’re technically not supposed to be together right now, but… I suppose it’s alright, if there’s only one kitchen, and we both want tea, yes?” She tilted her head, mischief glinting in her brown gaze and quirking at the corners of her lips as she awaited his response. If he wanted to honor tradition, however, she would leave and make do in her room.
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Post by inky on Dec 7, 2021 4:45:18 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
She had taken full note of the way he looked when he blushed, though hard to see in the darker lighting she had been close enough to see him clear as day. He stole her heart more and more with each breath he took, everything about this man was absolute perfection. And in less than a days time, he would be hers. Though it seemed as if he already was judging by the way he took her hand scrambling to follow behind her.
Anaris had never before been so absolutely open with someone before, well at least not without getting shut down first. Her mother had made it clear from day one, she was a lady. Ladies didn't run about in cave, climb rocks and the certain didn't do it in their undergarments. It was so liberating to be here free to do as she saw fit. Of course having Orson by her side made that all possible. He saw the wild princess and was the wind to her flame, she burned brighter around him. She glanced back at him as she pulled him to the edge and her smile only grew. This was the most fun she'd had with someone in her life. Sure the princess had snuck out plenty of times and leapt off this cliff more time then she could count. But this time was different. This time had more meaning.
She wasn't running from something but rather towards something. And he was there holding her hand. Her hand. She'd gotten a little lost in though but now his hand wrapped easily around hers. It was warm and soothing like a warm fire in the middle of winter. The princess managed to count with him as her focus came back, "One...Two...Three!" She jumped only moments after him, and moments later they hit the water. It was cool, but surprisingly warm compared to the night air. The water rushed over her drowning everything out till she broke the surface of the water laughing.
Pushing her hair from her face as she opened her eyes letting herself be pulled close to the prince. she laughed softly at the new nickname he'd given her. "Wildfire huh?" She let her arms drape over him once again, delicately so she didn't weight him down. "I'm glad you enjoyed it my sweet Hava." She gently rubbed her nose against his, just for a moment, but it was enough to bring the rosy color right back to her cheeks. "Not too bad a jump for someone who was petrified."
»Silas Payne
No one really knew how long they'd sat there, cradled in the queen's arms, and no one cared. It had taken Ximena and Laila quite a bit of time to stop crying as well. Though not nearly as long as the small golden-haired girl. But not one of them moved away till she was ready. The soft hum of the lullabye seemed to bring calm to all four women, it was clean Talulla knew the song as well. The queen had no doubt that her son had hummed the tune for the girl before, it was a comfort for all her children and a song he knew very well.
When the long hug was over the queen setting back tucking a stray curl behind the young girl's ear as she thanked them for the night. She nodded when Talulla mentioned needing to go to sleep and she slowly stood up. "A wise choice my dear, we should all get some rest." She lifted her daughter up and goodbyes were said, hugs and kisses and then everyone went their separate ways. Ximena and the queen tucked Laila in and then left to their rooms for the night. There was a big day tomorrow.
It was late and his night was over, the prince had been laying in bed for a while now. He had his brothers had gone to the wine cellars and had a glass each before wrestling in Zions room and just being idiots together for a while. Their conversations had turned serious when they talked about the wedding and Silas had profusely gushed about the golden haired beauty he was going to marry. He'd gone on about how he'd never wanted to try so hard for someone before and how protective he'd become of her. The end of his night was met with brotherly hugs and congratulations on being the luckiest of the three brothers. Of course there was no doubt that he was indeed the luckiest. His bride to be was perfection itself, a messy little ball of perfection.
Here he was, moon high in the sky tossing and turning. His bed was empty, his chest felt light? Not in the good way, there was something missing. It was her, his light was missing. She kept him warm, at peace and the sound of her gentle breathing lulled him to sleep. Who was he going to hum to sleep now? It was just one night right?
It seemed like that was one night too long. Ever since the first night they'd fallen asleep together, it had become routine. He didn't like this change. Maybe some tea would help. So to the kitchens he went, out in the open. He didn't know the secret passages without her or Dario yet. Though he did know the ones to her room easily. But that wasn't allowed right? Surely it was too late to see her now and already the day of the wedding. Perhaps it was still just the night before. Who knew.
Thanks to the princess he knew his way around the kitchen pretty well and he quickly boiled water and mixed the herbs for a calming, lavender (to remind him of her) and chamomile tea with some honey in the bottom of his cup for sweetness. Honey, like her hair and the sound of her voice, sweet and gentle. There he stood waiting for his water to heat up leaned on the table breathing in the familiar scent of lavender. Then he heard the creak of a door, he turned, it hadn't come from the normal door but rather the secret tunnels.
Silas instantly smiled, a soft, tired but happy smile. "It seems fate would have us both wanting tea at this hour. I actually mixed too much of the herbs, I can have a cup ready for you in just a moment." The prince stood up, blushing a little, nervous she'd notice to lavender and know why he'd added it. "I mean the sun has yet to rise. So I don't think we are breaking any rules." He poured the water into her cup and then into his. "Plus, we have never been ones to follow rules now have we." His eyes locked on to her, it had only been the night but he'd been away from her far too long.
He sipped is tea for a moment, she'd been crying, her eyes were puffy. An overwhelming night, but she was currently wearing the bracelet that matched his so it hadn't been a bad night. "I missed you. This is the longest we've be apart since the first time I found you in a plum tree." He played with the rim of his cup laughing lightly. "I uh, know this is going to sound a little attached, well because I am, but I don't like being away from you that long." His cheeks maintained a rosy hue after he'd said that. He was being overly attached, but it seemed his heart really needed her that much. He already felt more at ease just with her there in the same room.
How odd it was for him, so independent, so firm to need someone so much. She'd wrapped around his heart like those little blue flowers she made so often. Hell he made tea that smelled like her just to be near her. Oh if his brothers could see him now, it would seem he was nothing without her and he didn't mind one bit. She was his world now, and if there was something wrong with needing to be attached to her, he didn't care about being right. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 8, 2021 2:36:44 GMT -5
Orson
Orson could not believe that this was real life. Here was this drop dead, absolutely gorgeous woman here with him, surrounded by the most magical place he had ever encountered. The night was the perfect ambience, the crickets chirping along to the roaring waterfall behind them, and lightning bugs twinkling among the stars around them. The moon gazed upon everything gently in her steady opalescence, and the water was cool and refreshing in just the right amount. This place truly was the most enchanted grotto he’d ever encountered, and here he was encountering it with her. This beautiful woman who was destined to be his bride come nightfall the next evening.
”Yes, my wildfire. Like a miracle out of the blue,” He sighed slightly, eyes glowing with soft adoration for this woman as she spoke, grateful that she didn’t make it any harder on him as he pulled her closer still, wanting as little separation between them as possible in this moment. At her nickname for him, he blinked, blushing as he tilted his head, unsure of the meaning. He scrunched his nose slightly with a soft chuckle as she rubbed them together, feeling her breath against his lips. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up slightly, admiring the flush in her cheeks with a slightly sobered gaze ,heart hammering.
”Hmm? Petrified? Oh, truly. I’m so grateful you were there, and are here now to console me,” He teased, rolling his eyes but smiling with genuine warmth. He stared closely for a minute, memorizing the gentle planes of her face all aglow before him, praying quietly to whatever God was out there that he never forgot this night, ever.
”My darling,” He started, though he hesitated slightly, pursing his lips. Not that it truly mattered, but he did feel a little embarrassed to not know what her nickname for him meant. Even now, fueled by nerves, he still found himself unable to do much more than stare at her. ”Uhm, my dear… I wanted to ask… What exactly… does Hava mean?" He mumbled, words barely coherent as his head tipped slightly to the side. He didn’t think he could stand to wait to try to guess or research. Especially not when she was right there and could see him at any given moment and inevitably laugh at him, just like everyone else.
Talulla
Talulla smiled at Silas warmly as the prince agreed that she should stay for tea, surprise entering her gaze despite herself. Here he was, willing to stretch the rules just as much as she was, unable to resist the other’s company. She didn’t realize, yet, quite exactly how attached they had both become to the other, either.
”Mmm, no, I don’t suppose we have been that meticulous, have we?” She agreed amiably, mischief quirking at the corners of her lips and in her eyes as she moved forward into the room then, swiftly closing the small distance between them. Dario peered out from the shadows, warm eyes glittering in the dim lighting of the kitchen as he watched the two uncertain love birds break all the rules.
Yes, meticulous was quite the opposite word to use for what they were.
Perhaps a bit boldly, Talulla shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Silas’ waist as they waited on the water to boil, leaning her head on his shoulder and fighting every urge in her body to throw her arms around him. After all, there was just no way this prince missed her as much as she missed him in their short separation. As the tea kettle sang for them, she gently detached herself from his side, eyes coming up to meet his with that gentle, Talulla trademark shine.
And as was Silas’ trademark, the boy was determined to prove her wrong and surprise her.
She blinked in shock at his opening statement, nearly choking on her tea. She quickly put it aside, eyes the size of saucers as she recovered with a few coughs, trying to keep from interrupting him. She composed herself, haphazardly and quickly, as he continued. Her eyes grew wider, somehow, nearly popping out o her skull as she hung onto every word, mouth dropping open slightly, trying to commit this to memory.
He missed you… he missed you…. He missed you! Over and over the simple sentences began to replay in her brain, making it harder for her to focus on anything else in that moment. It was hard to believe that here this man was confirming his attachment to her was just as strong as hers for him.
It was probably one of the greatest moments of her life.
”No! It’s okay Si, I also missed you,” She admitted, flushing tomato red as she did and dropping her gaze nervously, placing her cup to the side. ”Honestly, I was secretly hoping you would be here when I came down. It’s hard for me to be apart because, well, you know,” She stumbled over her words as she continued, face deepening into a darker rouge as she did.
”Well, it’s just that… You are my other half. It feels weird to be without you, just as it would be weird for the moon to go on without the sun, or the stars without their shine. You are truly the greatest gift the universe has ever brought me, and I don't intend on letting you go anytime soon,” She finished, eyes glittering as she stole a glance at him. She smiled, moving forward then and pulling him into a giant but gentle hug, not even paying any mind to his tea. She buried her face in his chest, inhaling deeply and leaning into him, fingers curling gently around his shirt as she held him.
”Si, tonight was so … wonderfully overwhelming. Your family is incredible, and I’m so lucky to get them and you in my life. I am the luckiest person in the world,” She sighed, eyes warm and gentle as she gave a light yawn, already starting to feel more tired with him there to protect her once more.
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Post by inky on Dec 8, 2021 19:31:40 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
Tonight had proven to be one of these most perfect nights they'd spent together, she wouldn't trade it for the whole kingdom. Her cheeks, despite the soft chill the air held, were painted crimson after his little nickname. That one had to be her favorite one he'd come up with so far. It made the butterflies in her stomach mimicked the name sake. They burned for him as she did but it didn't help the nervousness he created, the only way she could get the nerves to settle was poke fun at him a little. It broke the mood and made him laugh, and sound she fell in love with the first time she'd heard it.
"I'm glad I could rescue you from the terror of the falls oh dear prince." She giggled looking up at him, this by far was the happiest she'd been since finding out she was to be married off to a prince. He was not just some prince though, she'd come to know that this past week. He was her prince. And very soon all the land would know he was her prince. Her head titled a bit to the side as he asked her what Hava meant. The thought had occurred to her that he wouldn't know what that meant. She read and spoke several languages, something she did in her free time besides fighting. After all it was easier to sneak around when you spoke something other than the common tongue. Why would a princess have need of so many languages. Well perhaps for trade but the common tongue seemed well enough for that.
"Oh! I haven't told you have I!" She looked surprised at herself, "I've learned several languages in my spare time. Hava well in roughly translates to wind or air. It also refers to feelings of romance.. because if I am your wildfire then you are the wind that fuels my flame. That which gives me the freedom to burn. Without you I am nothing but embers. " Her face flushed something fierce. "I thought it was fitting for you. Since you have been so supportive of my every move since you arrived here. And like air, I'd be lifeless without you."
»Silas Payne
"No I suppose we haven't'" The man laughed a little, just happy to see her here and happy. He knew coming to make tea was a good idea. It was even better now that he was blessed by her presence. As her arm wrapped around him while they waited he looked down at her and lifted one arm to drape it around her shoulders pulling her in closer. Silas relaxed even more into her touch, he had missed this so much. Her touch her, her smell, her warm, just her. Everything in his being had wanted to return to her side all night long. In fact he'd talked about her quite a bit while he was with his brothers. Naturally. She was all he thought about he couldn't help that.
As she spoke now standing before him he absorbed every word she said. She missed him too, and she needed him? He cheeks flushed a little, the moon to her sun like she was nothing without him. Love radiated from the man as he stood there, a smile dancing across his lips as he held his tea. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and kiss her and sweep her away in that moment. She was being so open, so bold. So her. The woman he'd fallen in love with, the crazy, unfiltered absolute beauty that was Talulla. He looked like a love struck puppy and he stood there staring at her. A gentleness in his eyes that was only for her.
All to quickly for the entranced man she moved in wrapping her arms around him. With Reflexes Dario would be proud of his arms shot up moving the hot tea out of her way, allowing her full access to hugging him. Silas laughed once more and carefully set his tea down so he could wrap his arms tightly around the golden haired beauty. He held her there for a moment as she spoke again. "You are the sun to my moon as well." He brushed her hair back gently holding the woman before resting his head on hers breathing in the scent of lavender, there was what he had missed. Silas closed his eyes and just stayed there with her a moment before leaning back to look at her.
"I'm glad you had such a good time with them, but I'm afraid I am the lucky one. After all before this time tomorrow, I'll get to call you my wife." The man leaned down to kiss her forehead. She was tired, and so was he now. The warmth of the tea filled his stomach and she warmed his heart. Like the melting of ice she warmed him to his core. He was a better man with her and anyone who knew him before her would see that. Her yawn made him yawn and he cupped her face gently. "Come, my wife, lets bend the rules a little more and go cuddle till we fall asleep in each other's arms." He chuckled lightly, "When we wake up I promise to keep my eyes closed till I'm out of the room." |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 8, 2021 22:29:26 GMT -5
Orson
Orson was about to pinch himself, because he was certain that he was in a very deep, long dream right now. Here was this well educated, gorgeous, funny, adventurous, charming woman in such a glorious place. And they were to be married come morning. There was a small part of anxiety rooting its way in his stomach at the thought, but her smile was enough to dissuade any passing fears from taking root.
He laughed slightly at her own surprise, shaking his head with bemusement as he cupped her face with one hand, gently running his thumb across the planes of her cheeks. ”No, my princess, it would seem I have many things to learn about you yet. And, I cannot wait,” He exhaled heavily on the last statement, expression softening as she continued, pulling them towards the edge of the pond so it was easier to tread/bounce in the water. He came to a standstill at her confession, eyes widening as he dipped under the water for a moment, having forgotten to tread.
He pulled them both spluttering to the surface, face flushed in embarrassment as he did. He pulled her close to him, pushing her hair from her eyes as he did. ”Oh my heavens, I’m so sorry Ana! Are you okay? You’re okay? Yeah, you’re okay! Oh, sorry! Here, come on now,” He spluttered, pulling them to the shore and out. He led her over to the grass, sitting her down and gently getting his shirt, lightly draping it around her shoulders.
”Sorry, I should have asked if I needed to bring towels,” He chuckled, settling down beside her with a soft grin. ”Anyway, I apologize my dear, your bold honesty caught me off guard there, and I hope I didn’t nearly drown you,” He laughed slightly, pulling her into a warm hug, kissing the top of her head.
”My dear, you are my amazing little wildfire that sparks the life and light into my life. I cannot believe that you think so highly of little old me, and that I am going to be married to you before the night falls again today. You are more than welcome to use all my wind/air,” He said, holding her close to him. He rest his head on hers, thumb rubbing small circles into her shoulder, more content than he had ever been in his entire life.
”As far as arranged marriages go, I don’t think I could have any greater luck, and I truly believe there are none out there as lucky as we,” He oozed, smiling at his lovely bride to be, soaking up the feeling of her tucked against his side as the world began to slowly wake up to life around them.
Talulla
Talulla felt the heat rush to her cheeks as she hugged him to her, not even caring if she was being embarrassing or too flattering of him. She could never be embarrassed for flattering him, never again. This was her husband to be, and as the night dragged on, it was starting to feel very, very real. Especially with Silas calling her his wife. She smiled at his kiss, giggling softly at his statement before yawning once more, nodding in agreement.
”Okay, that sounds like a plan. But I think we should go to your room tonight because it’s closer, and probably easier to avoid my father,” She murmured, shuddering slightly at the thought. She would her arms around his waist, leaning into him sleepily as they made their way back to his room. They crawled into his bed, Talulla scooting right up to him and snuggling into his arms. She lay there, staring at him, gently cupping his face, doing her best to avoid being unnerved by such intimacy.
”Silas, when we’re married, for a while, do you think we’ll ever stop feeling like this?” She murmured, concern flitting across her features briefly. Before giving him a chance to answer, she shook her head, pulling her hand down to wind her arms around him, tugging them closer together and pressing her face into his chest. Her fingers curled around his shirt as she inhaled his scent, shaking her head once more. ”I’m never going to stop, ever,” She mumbled, voice muffled against him.
And, she meant it.
Soon after, the poor princess passed out, tuckered out from such an eventful day and evening. It was hard, being separated from him, now that she had found her other half. She feared, deep in her heart, that eventually he would grow bored or tired of her clinginess. But, that fear could wait. She was going to soak up everything she could, and for once in her life, she didn’t care if she was being selfish or not. She had never been selfish, or wanted to be before now. But now, she wanted it more than anything.
The night waned on as Talulla and Silas slept, curled up around each other, and the sun rose, bringing on with it all kinds of excitement. The castle bustled to life as everyone began to go around making preparations as early as the first sliver of sunlight was visible. It was, after all, the biggest celebration they had had since the late Queen and King Maynard’s wedding many, many moons ago.
Speaking of, King Maynard rose early as well. He was troubled, having hardly slept, unable to put to rest his mind. Since the incident with Talulla three days ago, the man had stopped drinking. He was shook to his core, and sick to his stomach, frankly. He barely even recognized himself. When had he decided that it was okay to lay hands on his beloved Talulla? When had it every been okay? How long had things gone on like this? Everything was so fuzzy and blurred. He had no idea what had happened, or when things had changed so much. Or how long Talulla had suffered, because of him.
And yet, she was so compassionate and brave, and stubborn and infuriating. He gazed up at the painting of his late wife, leaning back in his armchair. ”You would be so proud of her right now, and so disgusted with me, dear. I have… no idea what to do now,” He sighed, dropping his head into his hands, shoulders slumping forward from the weight of the guilt that had settled in. ”She hasn’t called me Papa in years, and even now, as I was about to strike me, she was so… gentle. She looks just like you. It’s so… hard,” His voice cracked as he slowly rose, getting to his feet.
”I… I can’t fix this, but I can make one thing right. I will, make something right. Today will be right,” He sighed. His steely eyes mirrored Talulla’s look of determination as he straightened his shoulders, smoothing his hair and making his way down the hall to his soon to be son-in-law’s chambers. He arrived shortly, hesitating as he straightened his shirt before giving a sharp knock.
Talulla shot up immediately at the sound, heart racing as she froze, listening intently. The king knocked once more, and her heart sank into the floor as panic seized her bones and turned them into lead, blood leeching from her face. She knew that knock. She had spent years with nightmares filled by that knock.
”Silas? I’d like to have a word, please, if you’re awake.” At the sound of his voice, her body began to quake, like a small leaf in the wind, tears springing to her eyes of their own accord. After having not seen him for several days, and having such a wonderful evening, she knew she deserved this. She knew that it had to be ruined, because she deserved it. Of course she did, how could she not?
Dario jumped up then, mewling in her face as the king knocked once more, sending her scrambling to her feet in terror, pulling her shoes on hastily. ”Silas, I have to go,” She whispered hoarsely, pausing to lean down and kiss him gently. ”I’ll see you at the altar, hopefully,” She gushed, smiling slightly at him, but another knock sent her and Dario racing ahead into the secret tunnels, leaving Silas alone.
She scurried along in the dark to her room, arriving moments before Constance did. ”Oh, m’lady, you’re already up. Excited, aren’t we? Come now, we must start getting ready,” She said, handing the still shaking girl a calming cup of tea and leading her off into the bathroom to start the greatest scrub down of her life.
When Silas came to the door, King Maynard smiled, an alarming sight for the usually grumpy and stoic man. "Ah, good morning. Would you care to join me on my morning stroll? I have... some things I'd like to go over with you," He offered, looking rather sincere for the first time since the prince's arrival. |
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Post by inky on Dec 9, 2021 3:57:23 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
He seemed to be so infatuated with her and it was so clear. He cared about everything she had to say and hung on every word. The prince had done this since he walked in those doors a week ago. She'd never had someone so ready to listen to her and just want to hear anything and everything she had to say. To him she was the world and she'd never been that before. The princess let him lead them to the more shallow part of the pond so they didn't have to work to hard to stay up. Not that she was much help honestly. Her arms were wrapped around him and he kept them up easy enough.
Well at least he had before.
Faster then she could react, mostly due to the fact that she was lost in the depths of his brown eyes, water consumed her. It only lasted seconds but as he pulled her up she had started moving to get back up. Of course he was much faster about it already pushing her hair from her eyes. Anaris gasped lightly having not had any preperation to go underwater she hadn't been holding her breath. She was fine it was nothing even minor, it was just surprised her. Before she knew it they were back on land and she had his shirt draped over her. She could help but laugh as he pulled her in and she felt the gentle touch of his lips against her forehead. "I only drowned a little." The woman teased him as she wrapped her arms around him not just for warmth but to but as close as she could be. She rested her head against his chest, her body relaxing into him as she got comfortable. "Really though I'm fine, though it is nice to know my words have such power over you." She giggled shifting slightly to kiss his collar bone.
As his fingers moved in circles on her shoulders she felt herself loosen more and more into Orson a soft hum escaping her for a moment. "As your very near future wife, you are anything but little. Orson you are one of the first people to truly listen, you immerse yourself in anything I say and you've never once doubted anything. Not a single question you've just trusted my judgement completely." Anaris buried her face into his chest muffling her words a bit. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. I trust you completely and you do the same for me." She giggled softly, "I have to agree my prince we are indeed the luckiest pair and I cannot wait till I can call you mine before the entire kingdom." She let out a soft sigh, her eyes were closed and she could hear the sounds of birds beginning to sound from outside.
Birds.... Birds!
It was morning. Much faster then she'd noticed Anaris sat up. "It is dawn!" She brought her hand to her mouth shock written across her face. Quickly it turned to her laughing. "Oh we really got carried away didn't we!" They needed to get back before people came knocking to get them ready for the day ahead of them.
»Silas Payne
Silas nodded, that was probably the smart thing to do. "Good thinking. It is easier to sneak out of my room that it is yours." He laughed "And much closer so we don't have to go as far." He followed along next to her, making sure to hold her up as they walked. It didn't take long for them to be wrapped in each others arms in bed. As she cupped her face in her hands and questioned if they'd feel this way for the rest of their lives he offered a warm smile. He shook his head, "My feelings for you will never diminish. They only grow by the day." As she pressed her face into his chest his hands ran through her hair delicately.
"I'll never stop loving you my little sunshine. You'll give me butterflies for all eternity" He kissed the top of her head before resting his head back on the pillow. One hand held her close and the other ran through her hair till slowly it stopped and he too drifted into sleep. He slept soundly there beside her, just like every night. She brought a sense of calm, peace was all he felt. Restless nights were no more, the best sleep he got was right here holding her keeping her safe and warm.
The prince hardly stirred as the castle sprung to life. He made sure to keep his eyes closed as he lay there waiting for her to wake up. Now it was the wedding day and he couldn't look at his bride. It was only hour before they would be married and it was all he could think about. What is was going to be like to kiss her in front of everyone with no doubt that she was his. Finally she'd be safe nothing could hurt her after this day.
Just listening to her soft breathing he remained still holding her close breathing in the ever so faint scent of lavender that made a permanent home in her hair. Letting out a soft sigh the sounds of footstep passed the door and there was nothing to stop their moment.
Well almost nothing. A knock sounded at his door, who on earth could that be? The once sleeping angel sat up and before the man spoke Silas already knew. He felt her shaking before he heard the king. The prince sat up, eye closed still but his hand squeezed hers softly. She whisper quickly as she started to get up. "Of course, your majesty, just one moment." She kissed his head and he smiled. "See you at the alter my love." The prince whispered catching her head to kiss it before she raced off. He got up making sure to make just enough noise to hide her movements, slipping his shoes on and throwing something on. He opened the door and had just barely opened his eyes. "Pardon the wait I misplaced my shirt for a-" Silas looked at the king and he was smiling. The man couldn't even finish his sentence as he stood there in the door way.
He was dumbfounded, his brow furrowed a bit as he stood there mouth slightly parted. The prince blinked a few times. The king smiled at him, the king smiled in general. Was he still asleep? Silas rubbed his eyes briefly maybe he was imagining things.
Still smiling but now he was talking, asking him on a walk. Join him for his morning stroll? Silas cleared his throat literally shaking the confusion that was vividly painted across his face. "Good morning your majesty, I, would be...honored to... join you." He bowed his head with his first greeting but his words came out slow as he couldn't really find the words to agree to walk with him. Honored was certainly not how he felt right now, confused? An understatement.
A little nervous? Like never before.
Curious? Without a doubt.
He moved out of his room and into the hall, letting the door shut behind him. The king looked, nice, and didn't smell of liquor for once. An interesting turn of events, but he was skeptical to say the least. He didn't trust this little walk, but he was going to go on it. Curiosity was running the logic side of his brain now. He just had to know what the king could possibly want to talk to him about. And what could possibly bring sobriety and a smile to him. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 10, 2021 3:06:47 GMT -5
Orson
Orson didn’t think he had ever been so embarrassed in his entire life. Orson was a pretty strong swimmer, for the most part, and took pride in his ability to tread water for as long as he could (hello training drills). However, her words were just so honest and kind, it had taken him by surprise. After all, he didn’t think he was any of those things. He wasn’t special or amazing or stunningly handsome or… anything. He wasn’t anything. But she thought he was. She said you are.
And that was more than enough for him.
He flushed brightly as she spoke, the color turning from crimson to scarlet at the feeling on her lips on his collarbone. He cleared his throat, skin burning where her lips connected with his clavicle, heart threatening to thump right through his chest. Was this heaven? It had to be, for he couldn’t imagine anything got better than this. And then, she was speaking again.
She was, of course, right. She always was, that is. But, that aside, Orson was an exceptional listener. It was one of the few things he had always been good at. He always listened, and waited, before responding to anything. It was a skill that helped to make him such a talented fighter, and helped him to move up through the ranks as a renowned strategist. It was something he had always been praised on, and never thought much of. Until now, that is, when she was listing it as his best trait. But how could it be something worth praising, when she was speaking? A goddess such as herself deserved to be honored/revered in what she said, at all times. Especially when she always had such interesting things to say.
”My princess, you speak far too highly of someone such as myself,” He murmured after a long beat of silence, face flushing. ”I am more than honored to know you think of me in such high esteem, and assure you that I will do my best to live up to your thoughts.” He grinned as he finished the statement, one eyebrow quirking up with a matching, slightly mischievous glint in his eyes.
He sighed as she rest against him, pulling her in tighter, kissing her head gently and inhaling her sweet scent. Vanilla, with a hint of bourbon. Rich and sweet, just like her. Paradise Cove, as he’d begun to affectionately call it in his mind, was starting to hum to life around them, birds chirping and bugs humming as sunlight began to peek through the shrubbery. This was the best place he could imagine being.
It wasn’t until Anaris’ declaration that Orson realized how late they were. He burst into laughter with her, getting to his feet quickly. He scooped her up, darting over with a whistle to the horses. He helped her mount before hopping on his own, and off they tore through the forest, back to the castle. The sun began to creep higher, taunting them as they tried to outrun the celestial body, shadows chasing them the whole way home.
When they returned, they dismounted swiftly and messily. He kissed her, gently, before darting off and up to his room to begin the preparations for the wedding, knowing he wouldn’t see her until that afternoon. And thus, the wedding preparation began. He had never been so clean in his entire life, he didn’t think. They started with a fragrant bath, scrubbing him so hard he was certain there wasn’t a centimeter of his outer layer of skin left.
Then, they groomed him by trimming up his beard and edges, plucking his brows and nose hairs, waxing his unibrow, etc. By the end of it all, he was primped, primed, and positively polished. He pulled on his suit, tucking his shirt in and tightening his belt. He buttoned up his jacket, adjusting his collar before popping open two buttons with a smirk to tease his clavicle. I’ll bet she’ll like that. He ran a hand over his curls, coiled tightly against his scalp, appraising his appearance.
The black suit hugged his body perfectly, tailored just for him, with gold accents to mirror the gold kerchief in his pocket. The gold accents of flowered leaves were along the hem of his pants as well, his shoes the shiniest pair he’d ever seen. All in all, he almost looked like a king. Of course, he wouldn’t truly be king until after the wedding and coronation ceremony. Not that anything mattered to him. He was here for Anaris, and her alone.
And so, Orson found himself walking down the aisle, waving to strangers and friends alike, getting into place. His whole body felt electric once more, every nerve tingling with anticipation. His heart was palpitating so fast he could barely feel it, thrumming like a live wire in his chest. He felt his stomach roll with butterflies, tasting metal in his mouth, and he could almost count the drops of sweat curling down his spine. He was both exhilaratingly excited and completely terrified. The music began, softly, and he turned, straightening his shoulders, eyes on the doors. The aisle seemed huge then, far too long, and he missed the feeling of her hand in his already. But, he could wait a few moments more. The proud soldier of a prince looked more than regal there, eyes eagerly glinting in the light as he all but held his breath, daring the doors to open.
Ah, my little wildfire. The things you do to me.
Talulla
King Maynard didn’t seem to notice Silas’ suspicion or confusion, or at least he didn’t comment if he did. Instead, he turned, leading Silas in silence out to the garden. They began into the maze down a familiar pathway, the king silent as he mulled through his thoughts. His face was strangely calm, the stoic king once more, expression unreadable save for the faint movement of the muscle in his jaw. He seemed to be… chewing on something, though there was nothing to indicate he was eating. Ah, Talulla’s tic of chewing on her thoughts. So it’s hereditary.
When they arrived in the pavilion, the king finally slowed, coming to a stop. There they stood in the king’s pavilion in silence, save for the steady trickle of the now clear fountain. He gave a soft chuckle, the sound foreign. ”Beautiful, isn’t it?” He mused. He then moved forward, going to sit at the bench. He turned, gesturing for Silas to join. He waited for the prince to get comfortable, before slumping forward, resting his elbows on his knees, bracing his fingers together.
”I have never been… good with words. Never, despite all the classes my father put me through. My… wife was… far better. Always knew what to say, and when,” He sighed. He straightened then, running his hand over his hair, turning to look across the lush pavilion, absolutely humming and teeming with life. ”I am so… glad that sweet Tally… that Talulla takes after her mother so. And not after me…” He trailed off, eyes dark and stormy. Many emotions flickered then across his vast, tired face. Grief, anger, loss, and most importantly, pain. So much pain. It was almost overwhelming, and truly incomprehensible, to see this heavy an expression of loss.
This look was only that of someone who had lost everything.
”But, that doesn’t excuse—it will never excuse—I could never—“ His voice was strained, hands curling into fists as he turned away, swallowing hard, shifting to face away from Silas. ”Funny thing about Talulla, though. She’s just as hard headed as me. If not more so. You know, I told her many, many moons ago to let this place rot. I… made her, for a long time. But now look,” He sighed, looking across the expanse of rolling grass, the breeze fragrant with the flowers and humming with life.
”It’s as beautiful and vibrant as she,” He sighed, turning then to the baffled prince. ”She’s going to be a great queen. I know… I know I haven’t made it… anywhere near easy for her. Or you.” He paused then, looking up to meet Silas’s gaze, finally. His was red rimmed, the steel moist and cheeks starting to dampen with physical regret. ”But I am so glad she found you. That she had you. I wish… I wish you had come sooner, for her,” He stammered slightly, clearing his throat and looking away.
”I cannot fix this, now, but maybe you can. I know it’s not your burden to bear her pain, but please. I know I have no right to ask, but please. Do not let her suffer alone, anymore. You seem to make her lighter. You bring out her true self, again,” He paused, clearing his throat and swiping at his eyes with a low sniffle, voice wavering with every word. ”You have made her the happiest she’s been in over a decade, and I’m… I’m… I’m proud to be able to call you my son.” He turned, bringing his gaze up to Silas’s once more, sincerity locked in his sobriety.
”Please, promise you will take care of her. She deserves someone like you, who is able to love her for what she’s worth,” He finished, finally, sinking into the uncomfortable silence. After a heavy moment, he placed his hand on the man’s shoulder, sniffing once more. Even in crying, he and Talulla were the same. Red nosed, wet eyed, red faced, heavy knot in the throat being swallowed into the pit in the stomach. Even his ears were nearly as red as hers.
Suddenly, in this moment, it was very clear to see how this man was her beloved Papa. This sober, clear headed, grief laden, drowned shadow of a king was more like Talulla than she even was herself, anymore. |
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Post by inky on Dec 13, 2021 4:45:06 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
Live up to her thoughts? He had set those thoughts in motion and had managed to surpass it every time she saw him. She would have given anything to stay here forever like this with him, but today was their wedding day. For once she was more excited to be walking down the isle that she was to stay here. So off they took, hearts pounding as they raced toward what was going to be the rest of their lives. His kiss goodbye sent little waves of electricity through her body and all she could do for a moment was watch him leave as she stood there smiling.
Anaris went straight to her room where of course her mother was waiting. "Where on earth have you been! We are behind schedule!" The woman scolded her.
"Good morning to you too mother." She kissed her mother on the cheek and she undresses leaving a trail of clothes in her wake. Her ladies maids helped her into the bath. The scrubbed her head to toe covered her in sweet oils and lotions. She had taken her time in her bath and the whole time she had a small smile lingering on her lips. As in the usual princess fashion everyone did pretty much everything for her. As she got her make up done she could feel someone working through the knots in her hair and starting to braid her curls interweaving flowers between the strands of hair. It was soothing and was calming her racing heart. In a few hours she was going to be married to the most amazing man she could have asked for.
She was helped into her dress carefully so her hair didn't get messed up and none of the make up got on the beautiful white fabrics. She turned looking at herself in the mirror and the nerves set in. Anaris was getting married, the biggest day of her life was happening. To think it was to a random prince from a near by kingdom that had fallen on hard time that she would have fallen for. Oh and how she'd fallen for him. The princess stood there just staring at herself in the mirror for what seemed like forever before her father came up behind her placing his hand on her shoulder gentle. "You look beautiful Anaris." He said a warm, proud smile on his face. "My little bird is all grown up now."
The princess turned around smiling at her dad happily, "I hope I can make you and mother proud." It was a little overwhelming to hear her dad call her by the childhood nickname she knew so well. She was so ready for this, so ready to be his wife, no matter how scary it was she knew the Orson would be there to support her and she would do the same for him. The king pulled her in for a hug and the two stayed there both trying not to cry. When they both pulled away from the hug her dad offered her his arm. Her mother was already seated and waiting for them to come out. The music began and Anaris took a deep breath, her arm hooked tightly around her dad to keep her stable.
The doors opened and there he stood. Perfection. She couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face when she saw Orson at the end of the isle. He looked like a god standing there, the light just illuminating him like never before. And was that a flirty little peek at his chest? She almost giggled as her eyes lingered there for a moment. As they walked the princess didn't take her eyes off him for very long. Only long enough to dip her head to some of the people seated there and to look at her mother who for once looked prouder than ever of the young woman. The queen simple smiled and nodded her head as Anaris finally reached the alter.
Her dad let her go so she could take Orson's hands, they were warm as ever and the heat in her hands rivaled his in this moment. Her eyes hadn't left his since she'd turn from her mother. "Take care of her for me." Her dad patted Orson on the shoulder before going to join his wife and let the ceremony begin. The whole time Anaris held his hands tight unable to do anything but that, he had taken her breath away and she had yet to get it back. After this she didn't know if it was ever going to come back, all the nerves washed away and all she could see was him. In front of every important noble, family member, merchant, servant or friend, she could only see him. In fact she barely heard the priest as he spoke blessing them by the gods and what not.
Even her annoying cousins looked less than annoyed to be there. They'd never tell her but it was kind of cute. Sort of.
»Silas Payne
Still very much confused the prince walked after the king, about a step or so behind him. While the walk was silent his brain was not. Had he found out he and the princess fell asleep together every night? His mind was going so fast he could barely keep up with, though he showed no sign of it. He wasn't going to give the king any fuel for anything. It seemed he was being nice for now, which was enough for Silas to process as it was.
He studied the king's face from where he walked, his eyes narrowed a bit. King Maynard was doing the same thing his daughter did. Instantly Silas could see that the other man was thinking as much as he was. That was oddly reassuring. While he knew that the king was indeed the doe eyed princess's father, it was odd to see such a distinctly her habit appear in this man. Well he supposed it was something she got from him actually, much like the way he held Talulla mimicked the way his mother held him.
The path they'd taken was all to familiar, littered with the little blue flowers she'd left in her wake they followed the path perfectly. Talulla said her father hadn't visited this place for years, why had he taken him here? Beautiful , isn't it? He blinked for a moment, honestly a little taken off guard as he'd been in his own world for a while there. Silas nodded humming in agreement as the king walked away to sit down. It took him a moment as he was fully on guard currently, so he hesitated to walk over and sit down but did anyway. Silas was surprised with himself with the trust he was putting in this man currently.
The life in the pavilion was very familiar and safe though, it helped to be surround by his bride to be even when she wasn't there. The king spoke and there was such emotion in his voice when he spoke about his daughter that the young prince didn't even need to read the man's face. He almost felt a little bad. Almost. No quite though, he'd seen what the man had done with the princess. Currently it seemed like that man, regretted it? As he should.
The prince was silent as the king spoke, he just listened to everything, analyzing every word, every movement the other man made. He was right the princess had done all of this, despite her dad's wishes. She'd done it knowing he'd probably never come to this place again. Yet here they were. What the king said next floored the green eyed prince. Glad she found him? He blinked, once again shock written clearly over his face. Was her father crying? His brow furrowed as he listened intently to what he was saying. All the things she needed to hear from him.
Actually all the things she knew were still there. His shoulders sunk a bit, she'd been right. Hidden under that violent and cruel man was the father she'd talked about so fondly. As the man turned to him, he called him his son. That statement struck him like an arrow, if only she could have heard her father now. Well, actually he didn't think she'd be able to handle all of that right now. It would have been far to overwhelming for her. But it was what she'd been waiting for.
For a long while he stared at the king, waiting to wake up or for him to do something more along the lines of what Silas had become accustom to. But it didn't happen. The man's hand rested on his shoulder now and the prince straighten himself. He had two choices, tear the king down more for what he'd done to his daughter, the option he wanted to choose, or accept this new man and encourage the behavior, the one he should pick.
Clearing his throat a bit the man finally spoke, his eyes locked with the king. "I promise to do everything in my power, lay my own life down if need be to keep her safe and love her the way she deserves." Silas nodded his head once, "She will make a perfect Queen and I'll support her any way I can, and she will never be alone as long as I can help it." His face softened, just a little, "Though I do have to disagree with one thing." He looked toward the pavilion for a moment his eyes softening further as she popped into his mind again. "She takes after you more than you know. There is a fire in that woman, one that hasn't gone out. She will always be your daughter, she knows that and she never lost faith in you." Silas turned to him again, "I'm honored to be your son." A small smile crossed his face as he looked out at what she'd done once again.
"Every day she surprises me, and like this place she brings life to everyone she touches." Silas said his face firming once again. "Thank you. For this and for letting her in again. Your daughter loves you and I think these are things you should tell her as well. It is far from my place to tell the king what he should do, but one day. She should know these words from your lips." The prince let his hand rest on the kings back for a moment. "If you are ready you still can fix things. And because she has never wanted anything more in her life, I'd be willing to help repair that bond." |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 21, 2021 23:41:45 GMT -5
Orson
Orson thought he was going to implode as he waited for his little wildfire to appear. The altar seemed to stretch on for miles, both too long and too short in a weird, paradoxical sense. He couldn’t wait for Ana to walk down the aisle, but as he stood there waiting, he was suddenly nervous. What if she took one look at him and decided, “oh, never mind, I can’t do this after all”. And that would make perfect sense. He was not fit enough to be king, nor handsome enough to stand by such a beauty as her, nor tall enough or strong enough to be anything, especially to her. And yet, here he was, anxiously awaiting her arrival, heart about to pound right out of his chest. Ah, it’s happening.
The music began to swell, and his heart began to fall into a lurching rhythm with it. He felt those same sparks of electricity snaking up his spine as butterflies tumbled free in his stomach, racing through his veins in an attempt to outrun his heart. He found himself holding his breath slightly as the doors slowly swung open, anticipation settling into every muscle in his body. Nothing could have prepared him for this moment, despite every etiquette class and fairy tale romance he’d absorbed growing up.
The doors swung open in what felt like slow motion. The guests stood to face her, and he felt like his lungs would burst. Then, he saw her. Immediately, all the breath bolted from his lungs while his heart thundered on like a herd of wild horses. His eyes locked onto Anaris, staring at his bride to be. She was practically glowing, cheeks as brightly aflame as her hair, which was braided into an intricate updo with floral accents. Her gown hugged her just so, sparkling ever so slightly in the light pouring in from the windows. Her eyes seemed to pop, the makeup making her beautiful, crystalline, piercing blue orbs shine brighter than ever.
Suddenly, the aisle seemed far too long for him.
He couldn’t seem to control himself, gasping in a shaking breath, finding it hard to regulate his breathing for a few moments. She was stunning, more so than ever, and he couldn’t tear his eyes off her, afraid she might disappear if he so much as blinked. She was just so perfect, it was as if she had leapt straight from a painting or story book. He could hardly believe his luck. Here was this gorgeous angel of a goddess— can’t even form a proper compliment worthy of such radiance!—floating down the aisle towards little ole him.
He was going to combust into a billion shards and catch fire right then and there, he was certain. Oh wildfire, how you light my heart!
And then, she was there. He could smell the flowers in her hair and the rich perfumes and oils coating her skin. She was glowing, face brighter than it ever had. And yet, he could still smell faint vanilla and bourbon beneath the mask— her scent. He relaxed, leaning forward into a deep bow. He waited for the King to bow back and straighten before he himself straightened, reaching for her hand.
”Oh, I intend to, your Majesty,” He murmured in response, voice low and somber. Strangely serious despite the clear glee beaming from his infectious grin, dimples poking out proudly and prominently. Anxiously almost, his eyes never left hers, too enthralled in her gaze to focus on much else. Gently, he guided her up the steps to the altar, where the reverend began the ceremony. How long they stood there, hand in hand, before this church and their gods and their people, he could not tell. All he knew was that this woman, this divine, celestial being, was soon to be his. Forever.
And he intended to treasure her for just as long, if not more.
Soon the time came for their promises to each other. Orson straightened, nodding as he began his, eyes dropping nervously to their hands for just a moment. These surely won’t be good enough for her. But, words were all he had to offer this princess so far above him. He tightened his grip a bit, smile shifting into something softer. A mirror of his expression in the pond that morning, before they had kissed. His dark gaze flickered up to her brilliantly blue one, and he smiled a little wider, reassured by what he saw.
”Princess Anaris, my darling. From the moment I met you, I have felt like there would not be enough time for me to appreciate all that you are. Radiant, incandescently bright, you light up any room you enter. Your smile is as catching as kindling, your eyes as piercing as the most scintillating of heat, so intense it is blue rather than orange, though your flaming locks take that title proudly. You are as warm as a hearth, with a steady intellect as smoldering as the hottest embers. I promise to shelter you always, to continuously fan your flames and ensure you always have enough to fuel your energies, wherever they may be directed. You are my present, my future, my forever. You are my everything, with the most brilliantly blazing heart I have ever encountered, and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, my little wildfire.” He was slightly breathless as he started, voice low and uncertain, but he grew with confidence as he continued. The lines he had scribbled and rewritten and criss crossed flew from his mind as he spoke from the heart, just as his mother had advised. Mother does always know best. His shoulders relaxed, leaning in a bit as if he were speaking not in front of the church or their kingdoms, or even their gods. He spoke as if he were speaking only to her, and only for her.
And truly, in that moment, he was.
Talulla
King Maynard had no idea what to expect from the prince. He had never felt so low in his entire life, he was certain. He wasn’t sure, but he could almost—almost—swear that the queen’s passing hadn’t hurt quite as much as this realization that he was destroying his beloved Talulla, the greatest gift he had ever been given. When had he decided that any of this was okay? Why had the late queen left him alone? Had she foreseen this? Why hadn’t she been here to stop him? Were the signs always there, and everyone was just waiting for him to snap?
In this moment, head swirling, the king merely prayed to whatever god may be out there, that Silas could find some small, compassionate part of his heart to do this request that he had less than no right to ask. But Silas, much like his lovely daughter, was full of surprises.
The stoic man was unable to hide his surprise at Silas’s response, eyebrows shooting upward as his mouth hung open slightly. The whole thing would have been comical, if not under such dire, sad circumstances. He barely composed himself, removing his hand from Silas’s shoulder to cover his own mouth, clearing his own throat in mirror of the prince. He felt the knot forming once more in his throat, and he choked back the strangled cries that fought to leap forth from his lips. He turned away, ashamed to be crying so openly, in front of the future crowned prince of his kingdom no less, but he couldn’t help it.
He had not expected such kindness.
As Silas finished, he managed to compose himself, quietly sniffling and stealing a swipe at his eyes, giving a dry laugh. ”I don’t think it would mean anything to her, now, but maybe. Someday, maybe. But not right now. It’s too… it’s too soon. I"m not ready,” He finished, voice hoarse and wet from the choked back sobs. He turned then, getting brusquely to his feet, hiding his face from Silas as he continued to wipe the slow stream of tears away.
”Thank you, again, for everything. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe we both have a wedding to get ready for,” He mumbled, voice warmer than it had ever been. He began to stride forward, without glancing back, to indicate that he was done with this conversation, for now at least. But, to those watching from the windows, it was more than shocking to see the tiniest of smiles fighting for a place in his sad, aged face.
Thus, the king had given Silas his long overdue blessing.
Inside the castle, however, Talulla was far from feeling blessed. The poor princess was enduring all sorts of poking and prodding as she began to undergo preparations. Her room had turned into site of the ultimate, most elaborate dress up game she had ever endured. She was nearly drowned in the bath, the floral scents all but choking her as she was scrubbed raw, scalp and body free of any inkling of dirt. ”Constance, I’m pretty sure you removed at least three layers of skin this time,” She griped. Constance said nothing, merely dumping a cup of chilled water onto her head. Talulla spluttered indignantly while the handmaid merely beamed.
”Just closing the hairs, dear, to trap in the scent. Now, out you go,” She ushered the girl out and into her robe, sending her straight to hair and makeup in the entry to her closet. Well, attempted make up. Talulla fought just about everything, and after tweezing about three stray hairs from her bushy brows, the staff quickly realized that this was a rapidly losing fight. The girl would not stand for it. So, instead, they merely opted for a more natural look.
While Talulla sat and fought with the stylists, she had several guests. First, Ximena and Laila, to help her attach her bracelet, and even the queen came by to help with her jewelry, which just about sent her into hysterics once more. Luckily, some hugging and humming was enough to fight them off. Zion and Adreil called hello from the door, but were swiftly removed by Bernice, who wouldn’t even tolerate the idea of men near Talulla's chambers on such an important day.
Gale, of course, was the only exception, bringing a drawing in from the twins of her all gussied up. He sat in her lap, sipping her lavender tea with her and prattling on long enough for her to sit still while Constance brushed through her long hair, elaborately weaving a string of braided hair around the crown of her head. She wove flowers in, then gently tugged the rest of the curls loose, letting the golden strands bounce freely down the girl’s back.
After that, Gale was dismissed, and Talulla was whisked into the closet. Layer after layer of clothing was fitted on her as she was tugged into a corset to try to offer some support to what little curves she had. Then, her final layer was lifted over. Constance laced up the back, earning a sharp gasp from Talulla, and an even sharper glare. She smoothed the skirt. The dress was nearly off white, with a golden hue shimmering through it wherever the light caught it. The tiny blue flower detailing snaking through the skirt mirrored her trademark blue flowers, and matched perfectly with the jewelry Queen Nera had gifted her the previous night. Her bracelet fit perfect, the colorful beads mirroring the beautiful florals woven into her golden locks. She slipped on her simple, low, sparkling heels, and finally turned, staring at herself in the mirror with wide eyes.
Staring back was an alarmed, but gorgeous, tall maiden, with broad but delicate, sloping shoulders above a sleeveless dress that revealed toned, tanned arms, freckles peeking out on her shoulders and mirrored on her nose. Her dress hugged her just so, accentuating the few curves she did have, and turning her lankiness into graceful length. Her hair was, for once, mostly tame, the curls seeming to obey for the first day ever, framing her wide eyed face just so. A face that, despite the lack of exquisite make up and touch ups, was clear and smooth and… beautiful. Simple, plain, and classic. A timeless face, with all the gentle radiance her… her mother had held.
She didn’t even recognize herself.
Her chest tightened, stomach reeling as she continued to stare, paling slightly. It was really happening. She was going to walk down the aisle today and swear her life away to a man that she had barely begun to know. Though, Silas felt so familiar, it was hard to be terrified of that. No, what she was terrified of was everything else that came with it—good and bad. Sure, she got all the perks of his loving family, and she was certain her father would hardly ever be allowed alone with her again. And that she would be able to ride Tudda freely, without criticism, and could practice fighting once more and read to her hearts content. That she was certain of, and even excited to do.
But, she would also be expected to rule. And lead. The entire kingdom would be watching her, judging her. As if they weren’t already. Any misstep would be the talk for years to come, and her legacy of shame would just continue to grow. Even now, this ceremony was bound to be flawed. She barely recognized herself, all dolled up and glorified. She could hardly breath in this outfit, much less move, and the heels were lower than what she was initially expected to wear, thanks to her “injured” ankle (though, that had all but healed up and vanished completely, strangely enough). She was bound to trip and fall, or drop her bouquet, or step on Silas’s toes during their dance debuting as a couple or—she had forgotten about the dance until then.
She began to hyperventilate, face paling quickly, graying around her lips as she fanned herself with her hands. Constance ushered everyone out, returning to her side as Dario appeared from the shadows, nervously mewling. And then, very uncharacteristically of her, Talulla fainted. She dropped into Constance’s arms, head spinning onto black. The handmaid easily lowered her into a nearby chair as Dario jumped into her lap to begin kneading biscuits onto her stomach in an attempt to untie the knots that had formed. Constance retrieved the smelling salts from the bathroom, and as quickly as it happened, Talulla was jerking awake with a gasp.
”I’m… I’m sorry,” She whispered. She stole one more horrified look at herself before bursting into tears, dropping her face into her hands. ”Constance, I can’t do this. I can’t. I’m not… worthy, of any of it,” She gasped out, voice muddled from tears. Constance thought for a long moment, gently rubbing the sobbing girl’s back with a motherly tenderness that was familiar and soothing to both.
”Would it help to talk to him?” Constance’s simple question was enough to pause Talulla’s steady stream of tears. She hiccuped, sniffling and blinking rapidly up at the older woman, confusion marring her features. ”Wha-what?” She stammered. ”Would it help to talk to him?” Constance, ever patient, repeated. Talulla slowed her tears then. Yeah, she meant talking to Silas. He always knew what to say. He would be able to talk to her clearly, and understand her. He would know exactly what was wrong. She nodded fervently as Constance pursed her lips.
”Alright, let’s clean you up, and I’ll arrange it. You won’t be able to see him, but you can talk to him,” She soothed. Summoning the stylists back in, she sent Bernice to fetch the prince. Soon enough, the woman returned with Silas in tow, much to the dismay of his team. ”He looks fine, now off with you. You will have plenty of time to touch up. This is urgent.” There was no arguing with Bernice. She turnsed to him as they arrived at the door outside Talulla’s bedroom, frowning for a moment.
”I’m going to blindfold ya, just in case. She’s goin' to throw the door open, I just know it, but we can’t risk any bad luck or spoiling the surprise, so hold still,” Bernice commanded as she quickly moved to secured a kerchief around Silas’s eyes. ”Alright Constance, he’s here,” She called through the door. Talulla perked up then, having stopped crying as soon as Constance sent Bernice off.
”Si?” She called, scampering to the door, ear pressed anxiously against the wood, straining to hear a sound from him. A sign he was there. Dario huffed, practically rolling his eyes as he melded into shadow once more. Typical. |
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Post by inky on Jan 6, 2022 23:57:13 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
As she approached the man she couldn't help but grin, not only was his smile precious enough to spread to her own face, but just seeing him there waiting for her was enough to make everything around them vanish. He looked like he'd been plucked straight from the heavens and placed there for her. As he took her hand she could feel how warm he was, just as his eyes never left her's she remain locked with his warm brown pools. She barely heard the reverend as he spoke, Anaris was too busy squeezing his hands excited and nervous for the rest of their lives together.
Never before had she been so sure and so ready to share her life with someone before, yet here they were. While she was nervous for this next chapter in their lives she did not doubt it for one second. He was her future, together they would rule over the kingdoms binding their families and homes together. She be sure to find a cure for his father and help restore his home to its former glory. She'd make sure of that, she'd even spent some time in the medical libraries already trying to find something similar. So far there was nothing on it. The princess was not going to give up though, they'd find a cure and their kingdoms would thrive as they were going to thrive.
Here was this man of perfection before her, ready to pour his heart to her in front of all the kingdom and become her husband. Her heart fluttered as his face soften and the time came for their vows they'd written each other. He was far better with his words than she was with hers so she'd spend a good long while writing her vows so they would be good enough to have follow his. His hands wrapped tightly around her own and she responded in the same, it was almost like they were using their hands to keep standing there otherwise they might sink to the ground. Orson spoke and the serious look that had washed over her face as she mentally prepared to give her part faded. Her whole body began to relax and she lost herself in his eyes once again. A soft smile that started to overtake her features and tears threatened to ruin her makeup.
Her cheeks were flushed and she was biting her lip so she wouldn't cry and mess up her makeup but her smile grew. The prince couldn't have said anything more perfect, but now it was her turn. "You are going to make me cry talking like that." She laughed lightly dabbing her eyes before looking down at the paper she'd wrote. Her heart was racing and her hands gripped the paper in her hands as the nerves set in. This was it. She was getting married, promising herself to him for as long as they lived and longer. She stared at the words on that page for what felt like forever, really it was only long enough for her to scan the page over. Now her words didn't feel like they were enough to stand beside his. She knew that they weren't but there was no rewriting anything now. What was on this page came from her heart and her brain was going far to fast then to be able to focus on anything other than those for a moment.
"Prince Orson, I feel like everything in my life has lead to this moment, and every day I feared this day. Until you sat beside me that day and ever since then I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I've never been very eloquent with my words but I love you. I have no words that can describe how much you mean to me. But I promise to always stand at your side and do everything I can to support you. There isn't another person I can imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else." Anaris squeezed his hand with her free hand, "You bring warmth to my life and I can't wait for the adventures we are going to share together. My present and my future revolve around you. In your arms I have found my home, in your eyes I've found compassion and in your heart I found love. Because of you I dare to dream and together we will stand against the world and thrive together. I love you my sweet Hava." Anaris looked up from her paper toward the end, she read her words, as she said she wasn't good with them and her vows like her, were all over the place. But she'd meant every word of it. Her eyes were full of tears at this point, it took everything she had to not cry in the moment.
In the front her mother had started to tear up as well. She always knew Anaris would be an amazing queen which was why she pushed her so hard all the time. Today was the day her little girl became a woman and while it was clear the princess was nervous, she was doing just fine. It seemed this pair had indeed been a smart one. He complimented her so well and she strived for better for him.
»Silas Payne
The prince nodded as the king said he wasn't ready. He wasn't surprised the man wasn't ready, the tears and his previous actions showed that much. Silas didn't know if the king would ever be ready but for Talulla's sake the offer would stand till he was ready. This was effort and a lot of it at that. So he had to give him this at least, the king was trying, even if it was too late. His mother had always taught him better late than never with people, but there were also people that just couldn't be saved.
He just hoped that wasn't the case for the princess's father.
It had started to get later into the morning and Silas hadn't even noticed, after all his focus had been on this whole weird Maynard being nice thing. He stood up almost as quickly as the king had once it had dawned on him he was running behind schedule. He was sure his bride was already bathed and getting ready. His heart skipped at the though of how beautiful she was going to look walking down the aisle toward him. Clearing his throat he bowed to the king, "Y-Yes, I should get going. Quickly." The prince laughed a little and all but ran off, following the wild flowers back to the entrance.
Inside he was greeted by his mother who had her hands on her hips. "Where have you been! I searched the whole castle for you!" She scolded him, but the her eyes fell on the king who trailed behind thinking about something it seemed. Were his eyes red? The queen looked at Silas confusion written on her face.
"I know I'm late, I was... making amends." Silas said pausing to try and think of how to explain what he was doing. Just then his brothers came into view.
"Oh you found him," Zion patted his brother on the shoulder giving him a squeeze.
"Aw man, here we were thinking one of us was going to have to take your place." Adreil groaned popping up on the other side of Silas earning him a sharp glare. The boys were already dressed, but the girls of course were no where to be found. Probably getting ready themselves.
"Come come. You need to get clean and ready." With that she ushered him into his room and all but threw him in. Once he was in the bath he was pulled, plucked, shaved, trimmed and sprayed till he was sore. It was all one blur and before he knew it he was dressed, his hair was pulled back into a low but tight pony tail. He tugged at it a little, loosening just a bit so it wasn't pulling all of his face back. He stood in the mirror looking himself over, adjusting everything till it was perfect for how he wanted it. The coat was long dark in color and the gold detailing was stunning. He'd picked velvet because he'd known Talulla would have liked the way it felt. Soft just like her. His pants had velvet details that matched the gold patterns. He looked more than part of prince than ever. Not that he'd had any trouble with that to begin with. Silas was toying with the ruffles, how much chest was too much chest? He couldn't decide so he left it just above half way, just below his clavicle, showing just the start of his chest. He was sure his mother would fix it if it was too much.
He knew his siblings were keeping his love busy so that people would be able to do her hair and makeup. Silas had asked everyone to try and stop by, he knew it would help and at least they could come and tell him how beautiful she looked since he couldn't see her. He had only seen her mere hours before but this was the most stressful thing he'd ever done. Not her, he would marry he a million times over if he could. But having everyone there eyes all on her, knowing she'd be more stressed out than ever stressed him out. Silas wanted nothing more than today to be perfect, not for him but for her. If today could just go smoothly, she could be happy just this one day finally. It would be the start of their lives together and he wanted her to know she was safe with him now and forever. Fear was never going to be apart of her again.
His brothers had of course been polite when visiting the princess but in character they did try to sneak peeks of her and her makeup and hair. Of course they'd managed the quickest of them and ran to tell their oldest brother immediatly. "She looks like life itself Silas she is so beautiful." Zion swooned over the princess. Silas just shook his head chuckling lightly.
"She always looks like life itself Zion. Even with leaves and twigs tangled in her hair." Silas mused looking over the vows he'd written for her.
"Yeah but Silas today, I got a hand to the face oh but it was worth it she took our breath away." Adreil said leaning on Zion like he'd been struck by cupid himself. Silas just rolled his eyes and shook his head more.
"Alright, alright you guys got to see her I get it stop bragging." The man wrapped his arms around both of their necks pulling them into a tight air constricting hug. The two tapped his arms till he let go. "Alright go on. I've got to finish getting ready for her." Not for the wedding, but for her. So there he sat in his room, alone. Well, mostly he was still being fixed up, someone was pulling his hair tighter again. Deep breaths. This was the first day of the rest of their lives. She was going to be his wife and he was going to be able to protect her from everything that had come to hurt her. Even the king had been nice this day. It was all going to be perfect. For her he couldn't let it be any other way.
It was then that there was a knock at his door, confused he stood up ready to tell his brothers to leave him alone but he was met by Bernice. His brow furrowed, "Is she okay?" He asked, instantly knowing something was off. Why else would she be here? Urgent? She didn't need to say anything more. He followed without a second question, not even paying the upset team he was leaving behind.
Once they arrived it was clear to see that he was very nervous, he didn't know what was wrong or why he was being brought to her but his heart was racing. He chuckled as Bernice mentioned needing to blindfold him, of course he knew she was right so he bent down enough so she could secure the fabric around his eyes. So he stood in darkness, listening to the sounds around him.
Her voice rang soft, but clear, he'd know that voice anyway. "Talulla? Angel are you okay?" The man paused confused for a moment, she hadn't broken the door down yet. "I can't see anything but I can hear the door is still closed." He laughed a little, "They blindfolded me. So you don't have to worry about tradition." Silas teased her lightly knowing she was stopping herself because she didn't want him to see her and ruin the surprise and the tradition of not seeing her the day of. "Just let me and Bernice step back so the door doesn't hit either of us." With that he took a few steps back, again, he couldn't see but he could judge how far he needed to step back to not get a door slammed in his face. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jan 9, 2022 22:12:16 GMT -5
Orson
Orson felt like the past few moments had passed in a blurred haze. He could barely hear the words spilling freely from his tongue in a steady stream, his heart having taken control of that organ. He felt almost like he was floating outside of his body, detached from himself and these insanely honest and open words he was saying. He rushed back into himself as he finished, looking just as stunned at his admission as she did, unable to believe he had really just said all of that. He hoped it hadn’t been too inappropriate, since they were in a chapel in front of their gods, but still. He stole a quick glance at his weeping, beaming mother, and found himself relaxing back into his body with sureness, smiling brighter than ever at the choked up Anaris.
He shifted, releasing her hand so she could dab at her eyes, laughing slightly at her comment and shaking his head. ”You’re supposed to cry at weddings, right?” He teased, gently bringing his hand up to smooth over her cheek, catching the small tears before they could spill over. He straightened then, looking down at her earnestly, eager to hear her vows. He knew they were going to be beautiful, as beautiful as she, and he couldn’t wait to hear them.
His face quickly melted from eagerness into tender fondness, eyes welling up slightly as she professed her love for him. What courage she has! How lucky was he, that his wife was so brave?! He tightened his grip on her hand at the squeeze, giving a gentle nod and small sniffle of his own, encouraging her to go on. His eyes never left her face, memorizing this moment and committing it memory, praying he would never forget such a heartfelt moment for them both. As she called him Hava, he physically trembled, butterflies exploding in his chest. He straightened then, looking very much like he was trying not to cry as well, eyes on hers.
”I can’t believe you think all of that, of little old me,” He grinned, folding her shaking hands in his. The priest cleared his throat, and Orson bowed his head respectfully. ”Then, by the powers vested in me by the gods we stand before, I hereby unite these two kingdoms in holy matrimony. May you long endure good fortune and comforting companionship, as long as you both shall live.” Orson grinned excitedly at Anaris, giving her a quick eyebrow wiggle.
He released one of her hands then to bring his warm palm up, his skin dark against hers. He smoothed her cheek once more, cupping it lightly. He bent down, gently, closing the distance between them and pressing his lips to hers, smiling as he leaned in. Less chaste than his mother would have preferred, his hand cupped her face, fingers curling slightly around her neck as he brought her to meet him. The kiss was sweet and strong, and he was smiling the whole time, heart racing violently and loudly in his chest, blood rushing like lightning through his veins. All too soon, he pulled back, resting his forehead against her, eyes closed as he exhaled heavily, breath hot against her face.
”My queen,” He sighed, contentedly, as he finally straightened, smiling ear to ear at her and shining like the sun. She was radiant before him, a beautiful pink orchid, brighter than any star in their orbit. He could not believe his luck, that he got to keep her with him for the rest of his life. His life could end tomorrow, and he would be certain that there would never be another man as happy as he.
I am the happiest man, and the luckiest, to have ever lived.
Talulla
Talulla found herself using every last bit of self restraint she had to keep herself from ripping open that door right then and there. She was trembling like a leaf in the wind, shaking with the restraint as she clenched her hands into fists, knuckles white. Dario mewled supportively, scrambling away when she jerked up at Silas’s response. Knowing he was right there already began to calm the nervous girl, trembling slowing ever so slightly. At his nickname for her, she flushed slightly, looking away shyly when Constance snickered a bit, hand closing around the door handle. She gripped it tightly, unable to speak, unsure of what to do. She wanted nothing more than to hold him to her in that moment, and have him hold her, but she couldn’t bear the thought of sullying their wedding and risking bad fortuned on what was supposed to be their happiest days. She felt like she might break the metal handle, clutching it tighter.
Silas, of course, in his knowing and patient nature, assured her that it was alright. At that, he barely had time to move before she flung the door open, reaching forward urgently. Bernice gave him a gentle nudge and Talulla grabbed him, yanking him into the security of her room, arms winding their way eagerly around his torso while Bernice shut the door. Best to keep out any potential prying eyes from such a vulnerable moment; Talulla would face enough of that today to last her a lifetime.
Talulla leaned into Silas’s familiar embrace, arms locked around him as she burrowed into his chest with a small sniffle, eyes slightly puffy. She said nothing for a long moment, just breathing in his calming scent, fingers curled around his coat. She finally relaxed a little, pulling back slightly to smooth his coat, admiring how perfect he looked. Her heart took off then, thundering ahead in her chest as she studied him closely, straightening him a bit as she did.
”You look so handsome Si, like a real King. And I… Si, what if I mess up?” Her voice was hardly more than a whisper, breaking slightly as she looked away, arms wrapping around him once more as she leaned into him, a little gentler this time. ”What if I mess up my vows or trip in the aisle or collapse at the altar or, or, I don’t know, explode? Our kingdoms are all here to watch us. And judge us. And me. And my father will be there, and, and, and—“ She broke off then, voice cracking as she sniffled, trying not to cry, the fear building up in her chest despite his presence.
She couldn’t tell you, then, how long they stood like that, her struggling to catch her breath in the confines of his arms, which were covered in the softest material in the world. She had never felt so secure and seen and safe than this moment. Silas was here, despite her ugly fear, and was still willing to marry and spend the rest of his life with her and said ugly fear. He showed no signs of leaving, no signs of pulling away, and didn't even seem bothered or surprised to find her like this. He was so sure of her, of them, that he was just there right where she needed him. Always constant.
It was enough to give any man (or woman) conviction to carry them to grave.
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Post by inky on Jan 14, 2022 0:29:14 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
His comment about crying at weddings had made her giggle, he had a way of always making her laugh. She'd found that this was a talent of his, no matter what the situation he managed to make her genuinely laugh. It was one of the reason she'd fallen for him. He was so sweet, kind and gentle with her, unlike most were. She was a strong woman so it wasn't often that others took her feelings into consideration. To top it off she was a princess, soon to be queen, it didn't matter what she wanted it mattered what was good for the kingdom and the crown.
But with him she'd gotten lucky with her prince, his hands were warm against her own as he took her hands again. It was calming, shortly after he took her hands in his she stopped shaking. She was used to speaking in public and was usually very good at it, but there was something different about this. Maybe it was how strongly she felt, what the words meant to her, or maybe it was her audiance. Not her people, but him. He was so well spoken compared to her and it had made her more nervous than anything. Anaris almost laughed at him when he was scolded by the priest. The holy man's next words caused the butterflies in her stomach to loose their minds. Everything was still around her until she saw Orson little cheek eyebrows, again she laughed, how had she gotten so lucky.
Her skin erupted into fire as his finger delicately began to cup her face, the warmth of his hand spreading throughout her body. There were very obvious tears in her eyes as she leaned into his touch but a soft smile danced across her lips. The princess had never been happier in her life. Before she knew it the sweet taste of mint and rich cinnamon crashed into her. She could feel his fingers gently pull her into the kiss even more and she went willingly. Leaning into the kiss it almost didn't matter that anyone was watching them in that moment. She was his now and he was her's. For now and forever it wouldn't matter who was watching, no one could tell them. Well, maybe their parents. But regardless this moment belonged to them. And her mother was too busy being happy she finally got her little girl married to someone, she had really thought it would have been much harder than it was. The young woman had been pretty opposed to the idea of an arranged marriage previously.
The color of her cheek was as red as her hair at this point. His forehead pressed against hers and she laughed softly, as everyone clapped she remembered they were in front of the kingdom. "My king." She bit her lip, unable to stop the smile on her face, "Time to face the world together now right? And eat some cake!"
»Silas Payne
He had expected her to crash into him but before he knew it he was being pulled forward, the only hint at what was going on was the sound of her door opening and closing behind him. As the sound of the door closing came so did the pressure that was what he had expected originally pushing the air out of the tall man. Silas wrapped his arms around her with a soft chuckle, his fingers finding their way into her hair. Of course he was careful not to mess up her braids that he could feel. Her scent washed over him, it was mixed with several other types of flowers and other delicate scents but the sweet smell of lavender stood out the most. The small sniffle was enough to tell him that she'd been crying, and the urgency in the way her hands gripped his coat told him everything else he needed to know.
So they stood, in that familiar embrace he'd come to know so well until she was ready to let go. He didn't say anything either, Silas knew she just need him to hold her for right now. It wouldn't be long before she started rambling everything that she was feeling in that moment. He already had a good idea how she felt, scared of everything to come, scared of embarrassing herself in front of everyone, doing something wrong. The prince knew no matter what happened she'd be perfect. Then again he didn't care what anyone else thought of his sweet little blue flower.
He gently moved his hand to touch her face, it was still damp from her crying, as she turned her face away he pushed a piece of hair back that he could feel was out of place. Once again she hugged him and his arms enveloped her, "You are going to do just fine." He soothed her softly, his hand rubbed her shoulder gently. "I can't promise you won't trip or stutter or anything like that but I can promise that the whole time I'll be there." He squeezed her a little, "If you trip or collapse, I'll catch you, if you mess up your vows, I'll still be listening, if you start to explode," he laughed a little knowing people didn't just explode. "We can just run away together till you don't feel like exploding anymore." Silas rocked her softly, shifting his weight from one side to the other. "You have nothing to worry about, I'm here and I'll be at the end of aisle. I promise you are going to do just fine okay? All you have to do is keep your eyes on me." The dark haired prince let his head rest against her's before he kissed her forehead.
Letting out a soft sigh he stood there holding his sweet bride. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her and run away from all of this. Well, he wanted to marry he more than anything but running away to live together was a very close second. Either ending meant spending the rest of his time with her. As long as he had her he didn't care what happened. "I'm glad you like me all done up." He teased her lightly, "Do you like the velvet? I picked it because it was soft and beautiful like you are my sweet angel. Don't cry anymore, everything is going to go the way it is meant to go." |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Jan 17, 2022 20:33:44 GMT -5
Orson
Orson felt his heart thunder violently in his chest as she kissed him back. She was soft, and sweet, with the faintest taste of vanilla and rose from the balm on her lips. As gentle and sweet as she. He could still taste her as they stood there, forehead to forehead, savoring the moment together. This moment that he wished could last forever.
However, the loud cheering of their two kingdoms was enough to open the prince’s—now king’s—dark eyes. He found her gaze with his own, pulling back slightly thumb smoothing across her cheek as he smiled widely at her, dimples poking out. ”I wish we could just stay here, together,” He murmured with a slight pout, sighing slightly to add to the drama. She was so red, skin hot to the touch, that it almost put her beautiful locks to shame. He released her cheek, fingers grazing her temple lightly as he reached up to smooth her hair back and behind her ear, eyes on her despite the chaos around them as people began to stand for their exit.
”Hmm… cake does sound alright for now, though I cannot wait to partake of something much sweeter tonight,” He teased, eyes glinting with that hint of mischief as a small chuckle rumbled in his chest. He pressed a soft, tender kiss to her forehead with a soft hum before pulling back. He bowed, deeply at the waist, before straightening and offering his arm to her with a tender smile. After she wound her arm through his, he tugged her close, turning and beginning to lead them down the aisle.
The people were all chattering amiably and calling out kind congratulations to the lucky couple as they made their way down and out, leading the procession that would soon follow to the banquet hall, where the reception was laid out. He led her to the head table, releasing her to pull out her chair. After she was seated comfortably, he seated himself at her right hand. He reached over, gently taking her hand in his with a smile as he leaned in, planting a kiss on her cheek, unable to help himself.
After everyone filed in, the band started up as the first course for dinner was brought out, and the performers came out to entertain while the couple and guests ate. Orson only released her when they began eating, digging into his roast duck eagerly, appetite having returned miraculously since the ceremony began.
”So, my darling, what is our plan of action for this evening?” He murmured, leaning in to allow for quiet conversation between them, away from private eyes. He gave a small smirk, the mischief glinting once more in his dark eyes as he couldn’t help but tease her a little, enjoying all too well the flush of her cheeks when he did.
Yes, he was a lucky, lucky man indeed.
Talulla
Talulla felt herself calm more and more the longer that Silas held her. After all, here was this perfect man that was so sure of them that he was willing to marry her, snotty nose and tear stained cheeks and everything else that made up the mess that she was. She leaned into his touch, feeling electricity racing through her at every touch, heart pounding now for a very different reason than it had been. No one made her feel the way Silas did, and she couldn’t believe she was lucky enough to marry him. She listened intently as he spoke, her grip tightening around his shirt.
After several long moments, and sincerely reassuring words from Silas, she pulled back. She could be brave, for him. Like she was for Gael and the twins and the rest of his family. She would be brave, for them. For their future that he was more than ready to promise her. And, just a little, for herself.
“Okay Si, you’re right. Thank you, very very much,” She murmured, voice low and soft as she closed her eyes, taking a final calming breath and squeezing just little tighter, steadying herself before pulling back to smooth his shirt with a hint of a giggle. “Yes, the velvet is lovely, far more than I. You flatter me so, my silly husband. I will see you at the altar,” She teased, giggling more as she spoke, feeling her cheeks flush slightly at calling him her husband. She leaned up, loosening his ponytail slightly to the way he liked it before giving him a quick, sweet kiss, allowing Bernice to pull him away and out then. She took a deep breath, smiling in gratitude at Constance, cheeks slightly flushed as she swallowed her worry down.
Soon, all too soon, she found herself at the doors to the chapel. Peeking through the crack, she could see all the people milling about. There were so many people. Gods, they were all exquisitely dressed, and so many far more beautiful women were out there. And there was Silas, so far away he looked almost tiny. The aisle must have been thousands of meters long, in her opinion, seeming to grow more and more the longer she stared. Like a vast sea just waiting to grab her and pull her under—
She jerked in surprise when she heard the all too familiar sound of a man clearing his throat. She flushed immediately, stepping back with her own clearing of her throat. ”Hello… Father,” She greeted stiffly, staring down at the floor. She felt his gaze on her, and her face grew hot. He moved closer, and she fought everything in her that was screaming to run. He’s… sober. She blinked in surprise, eyes coming to his face as he stopped just in front of her. His eyes that were normally clouded were surprisingly clear, though more sad than they had been in a while.
”Hello, darling,” He greeted, softly, almost a little unsure. Talulla couldn’t help but stare, disbelieving. This was the Papa she recognized, the man she loved. The man who had loved her, once. Back, as if from the grave. She wanted so badly to trust it, but she found it hard to fight the slight trembling in her knees. Dario chirped from the shadows then, darting out to wind along her legs, reassuring and protective. She forced a small smile, reaching out to take his hand gently in hers.
”You… you look re-really nice, Papa,” She managed, clearing her throat once more. His face softened then, the sadness pulling back some. ”I should be the one complimenting you,” He offered, gently squeezing her hands back. She grinned, then, for real, eyes brighter than they had been. This was truly a wedding miracle. The king looked down then, noting the handmade bracelet sloppily tied around her wrist. ”And what is this?” He asked, reaching up and grabbing it.
Forces of habit are strong, and Talulla’s were stronger than most. She jolted, yanking her arm down like a startled deer. She felt the bracelet pull and give, suddenly snapping. Beads sounded around them, scattering like marbles on the tile. She froze then, horror filling her gaze as it fell to the ground, the beautiful beads scrambling around as Dario struggled to grab them with his tiny paws.
”What have you done?” She whispered, horrified. Her father stared back, face a mirror of hers, holding part of the now broken bracelet back. ”I’m… I’m so… I didn’t mean to, of course I wouldn’t…” He stuttered, unable to process how it had happened. ”I’ll… I’ll get you another!”
”Gael… made that… for me…” Her voice was low, hoarse, and cracked as she spoke. She heard then, the music changing, and knew that her time had come. She turned then, shaking her head. ”Don’t worry about it,” She mumbled. He frowned, but moved gently and slower to pull her veil over, straightening it as he did. She was still, gaze on the floor, unable to look at him now and trying hard to keep the tears welling in her eyes from pooling over.
”Your mother would be… so proud of you. As… as am I,” He managed after a terse, silent moment, forcing himself to look forward as she wound her arm through his. She leaned her head on his shoulder, freehand coming up to grasp his forearm tightly for a moment. She shifted then, taking her bouquet, eyes focused forward though the hazy veil.
Show time!
The doors pulled open then, the music swelling as everyone rose from their seats, turning to face them. Talulla blanched, heart taking off in her very hollow chest. She felt frozen then, terror snaking through her and turning her into a statue. Her father moved forward then, tugging lightly to get the girl moving, and she stumbled forward, catching herself on his arm just barely. She kept her head low, staring blankly ahead as they marched along, finding it hard to make out details through the veil. Her knuckles were white where they gripped her bouquet, and she couldn’t focus on anything. She could hear the music in the distance, the whispers of the crowd a muddled hissing in harmony with the ringing of her ears.
Finally, after what felt like an entire lifetime, her father pulled her to a stuttering stop before Silas. She swallowed, head bowed, afraid to look up. She had already stumbled twice, and she could hear the murmurs about how inadequate she was roaring alongside the blood deafening her ears. She felt both chilled to the bone and like every inch of her was on fire, the flowers rustling slightly in her shaking hand. At her father’s prompting, she passed them off to Constance, the tremble snaking up her arm and into her whole body now, absolutely quivering like a leaf in the wind all over. How am I going to get through this? |
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Post by inky on Jan 18, 2022 5:33:40 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
This was one of the biggest moments of their lives, which seemed to have just started for the two now. She was nervous but ready to face the world beside him every step of the way. Anaris knew he'd be there with his cheeky little grin and dimples to match supporting anything she set out to do. It was a calming sense to know that he'd be there regardless. They'd take on the world, and they would win, she just knew it.
Right now though he had the cutest little fake pout in the world. The smile remained plastered on her face as she laughed "Lucky for us, my king, we can be together as often as we wish now." That was right, they were no longer separate, but a unit. It was going to take some getting used to but she didn't mind it one bit. His neck comment sent a rush of electricity through her body, something sweeter huh? Her face was already as red as the richest colored rugs in the castle, but she giggled turning her face for a moment, biting her lip a little trying to compose herself after such a forward and flirtatious comment. After a moment she looked back at him, giving him a rather flirty once over before curtsying back and taking his arm.
As the two walked together there was a lot going on, she could still hear her cousins muttering things but she paid them very little mind. The sound of praise rang louder then their misplaced distain. So they lead the rest of the people to the after party where they would eat cake, listen to music and watch live performances. This was their first event as husband and wife. Time to face the wolves. As he pulled her chair out she dipped her head to him and sat down delicately, ever so proper when there were prying eyes. Well, most of the time. The blush that had stained her face previously had died down as they had walked together, it had given her time to reign everything in. No sooner had she did his neck comment send all of her blood rushing to her head, staining everything from her forehead all the way down to her neck.
Anaris turned from her food to look at him, catching the glint in his eyes, a grin spread across her face. He was doing his dammedest to fluster her. Two could play at that game. So the woman leaned in her eyes locked on his a familiar dance the two shared. Her hand came up to hold her chin as she stared into the deep dark eclipse that was his brown gaze."Well love, I suppose we could return to our chambers when the night is over and do some mingling of our own." A small, seemingly innocent smile accompanied with the flutter of her lashes did not match the sultry tone her voice took, "Perhaps you can show me a less proper dance." She moved her hand to adjust his collar, fingers trailing ever so slightly against his skin as she did. Just to throw it over the top for him.
Then she leaned in a kissed his cheek, patting him gently where she'd kissed him. "Unless of course you have other plans?" Anaris took a bite of her food, knowing very well his cheeks were going to be as red as her own. As long as he stumbled over his words with his next few sentences, she reached her goal. She adjusted herself once again and took another bite of the potatoes on her plate. Glancing over only to wink at him with a small giggle.
»Silas Payne
He made no movement to leave, as always so long as she needed him he would be there. So when she finally pulled away and fixed his shirt he smiled softly, hearing her laugh was like hearing angels sing. He was glad she was calmer now, it was all he wanted, her happiness was all he needed in life. My husband the words echoed in his mind for a moment, a blush starting to form on his cheeks. Had she not started to loosen his hair a bit he would have been rubbing the back of his neck nervously. But instead he just chuckled and fixed his coat a little.
Her lips pressed against his for a moment that was far too short for his liking but he was being rushed out before he could move to fix that. As he left he tilted his head back and waved. "Goodbye wife, I'll see you at the altar." He grinned, he was never going to stop calling her that. Once back in his room he was able to remove the blind fold, he'd been told to keep it on till he was returned to his quarters just in case. So of course like the good boy he was he did as he was told. He thanked Bernice before she left, noting that he'd needed that as well. He'd been worried about her and how she was holding up this whole time and he made sure she understood he appreciated how much she cared for the soon to be queen.
Then it was time. He walked to the altar greeting his family as he did, everyone was done up, the girls all looked beautiful in their fanciest dresses, hair done up and make up all done by Xim he was sure. He took a deep breath straightening himself as he stood to wait, of course he greeted the priest and thanked him for coming as soon as he got up there, making momentary small talk. And as usual Gael managed to wiggle out of the Queens grasps and slam into his leg for a moment. He laughed as he pat the small boy on the head and pushed him off in the direction he needed to go. Of course he had to promise him some sweets later if he behaved. As if he wasn't going to be getting some of their wedding cake as it was.
He waited what felt like forever up there for her. And he would have waited longer if that is what it took to call her his wife for the rest of their lives. But as the music began the man stood taller. The doors opened and his eyes instantly fell on her, he couldn't see her face through the veil at his distance, but he already had butterflies in his stomach. Her dress was beautiful and complimented her so perfectly. It was very fitting for his flower as well. Her hair lay perfectly, for what was the first time he could think of that it had so tamed. He loved the wild look but like this she was torn straight from the pages of a fairy tale. She stumbled a bit and he shifted like he was going to help, but the king held her up. The first time Silas had seen this man support his daughter since he'd arrived. A good sign. But then he noticed, the bracelet. Perhaps she forgot to put it on?
His mind was quickly pulled away as he could hear the murmurs as well, not as clearly as she did he was sure but he'd caught bits of it. Anyone he could pinpoint earned themselves a stern glare from either one of the four eldest. One woman even got a side eye and cleared throat from his mother. She was having none of that on this sweet girl's day. Talulla was doing fine and anyone else could leave without cake or food as far as she was concerned. Of course this wasn't her place but she had her ways she'd figure something out.
As she drew near Silas bowed to her father, offering him a small smile, unaware of the fact that the bracelet was broken and of what was in a way the kings fault. The princess' reaction would not have been one of such instinct had it not been drilled into her. When the king passed her to him, he took her hand in his guiding her to her position finally and taking her other hand in his. "You did it." He whispered softly as he ran his thumb over her hand in an effort to calm her down. "Just focus on me, no one else." The prince and king to be paused for a moment, "You did wonderfully, and we are almost done okay?"
The priest cleared his throat a little, he'd let the boy reassure her long enough her thought. Silas glanced at the old man for a moment and stood up straight giving her hands a couple of small playful squeezes. He didn't let go either, Silas didn't know if she was going to be able to stand on her own in that moment. So like he said, he was there to catch her. Words were said and the time came for them to exchange their promises to each other. The vows that would bind them together forever. Silas nodded before speaking, still she was covered by the veil but he could see her faintly so he smiled softly. "It has not been long since I came here, only a week ago I arrived in a kingdom I'd never seen with promises to marry a woman I'd never even seen. But from the moment you sat down to the breakfast, you'd stolen my heart. Talulla, you are the angels themselves on earth and I've never been luckier to have someone by my side. I promise that I will always be beside you, no matter the hardship you will always have me to fall on, and I've never been more honored to welcome someone into my heart as you. You are like the sun itself breathing life into everyone and everything, I promise to love you, and nurture that light, that radiance till is shines so brightly that no candle can stand against you. I love you Talulla, for now and forever." He gave her hand another small squeeze.
It was then that once again Gael wiggled out of the Queens arms and raced toward Talulla. The small boy threw his arms around her and jumped up and down far too excited. " I love you too!" Gael giggled.
"Gael!" His mother hissed, her eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed. Of course her youngest wanted to tell Talulla how much he loved her too, after all she wasn't just marrying Silas, but the whole family. The small boy glanced at his mother before holding his arms up to Talulla, grasping at the air, wanting uppies.
"We love you too!" The second and third eldest brothers whispered. His brothers laughed quietly earning themselves a sharp glare from their mother as well who tapped them lightly on the arms before the cast concerned looks between themselves and Silas. Of course Silas gave them no pity, they had that coming. Plus, she was his like he said now and forever. Well, and Gael's, he couldn't say no to that sweet face. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Feb 25, 2022 19:24:02 GMT -5
Orson
Orson found, quickly, that the red blossoming in Anaris’ face and down her neck to her chest was slowly becoming his favorite color, right alongside her flaming locks and smoldering eyes. If all it took to draw such a vibrant, luscious hue from her was a few flirtatious passes, then the newly-wed king would be more than happy to oblige. However, he briefly forgot exactly who he was taunting, and he was swiftly reminded of that fact.
At her comments, he felt his own cheeks flame to life, his chest roaring with newfound fire as he was caught in the steady crosshairs of her piercing gaze. The flames spread through him, limb from limb, with a burning, electric heat. Does she have any idea what she’s doing to me? But, the cool, steady stare and the small, mischievous smirk as she trailed her fingers over his clavicle just so let him know that she knew precisely what she was doing and what effect it had on him.
A formidable foe indeed. Well, two could play at this.
Despite the flush turning his warm, chocolate skin into mocha, his cheek practically searing from the intensity of the sparks her lips set off, and the butterflies driving his appetite right out the window (well, his food-based appetite, that is), he straightened ever so slightly. He tilted his head, an all too familiar smirk crossing his lips as she giggled, winking at him.
”Oh, I have many plans for us, my little wildfire, and I doubt we’ll be able to finish them all tonight,” He murmured, voice low as it rumbled with amusement from within in his chest. He flicked his eyebrows up innocently as he sipped from his wine, a smug smile quirking at the corner of his lips as he brought his glass down. ”Of course, it just depends on how long you last, darling,” He sighed slightly into the end, voice wrought with desire as he looked away, catching his mother’s knowing look.
He knew, reasonably, there was no way she could hear their banter from her seat, and yet her subtle glare was enough to have him straighten in his chair, clearing his throat as he bashfully drank some more wine, eyes fixated on his plate once more. They did still have the rest of the reception to get through, and there were more than enough prying eyes and ears around to keep them slightly in check.
Still, I am entitled to a little fun, Mother.
Talulla
Talulla had never experienced anything like this before. Unequivocal terror? Sure, she was familiar with that. The crippling weight of her duty to her kingdom ever constantly pressing in on all sides in a slow, crushing manner? Every day. Knowing she was less than the dirt on her father’s heels? Every minute. But this? This was truly torture, and something she would never wish on her worst enemies, let alone the two of them in this moment.
I thought weddings were supposed to be fun.
The tremors strengthened as she stood there, time flowing endlessly and immeasurably around her, hearing the whispers growing from a dull hum to a thundering roar. She’s shockingly dressed well, for once. Maybe we aren’t cursed after all! Look at her shake, like a wet dog! How is she supposed to be queen, when she can’t even handle a mere wedding ceremony?
They were all right.
Then, Silas broke through. Just in time, as always. His hand caught hers, shaking and clammy, and caught her spiral of thoughts. Like a ripple in a pond, the calm, steadfast energy from him began to seep into her, steadying her on her feet and grounding her in the moment. There he was, ready to catch her, whispering softly so only she could hear. She barely caught his words, just barely returning to herself in time.
And yet, they rang through her mind like a bell, clear and bright, silencing any other thoughts and whispers. She pulled her gaze up to his, his face hazy through the veil between them, but clear and familiar to her as the back of her hand. She knew the planes of his face better than her own, having spent countless hours in the week leading up to this staring at and memorizing his god-like features.
Just focus on me, and no one else. She could do that, easily. She gave a small nod, exhaling and straightening her shoulders, standing a little taller and more securely now. The tremors still clung to her, though they were notable dulled, and seemed fewer and far between than they had before. She nervously squeezed his hands back with another breathless exhale, trying to steady herself.
This was the moment she wanted to remember for the rest of her days.
Time seemed to halt then, the air still around them as the church quieted. The priest began the ceremony, but he could’ve been speaking Greek for all Talulla knew. Nothing mattered to her anymore, other than Silas. He was the only thing in her mind, ever constant and all consuming, bringing her raging waters to a calm, steady stream, like the meadow she had often spent her days in growing up.
The moment came for their vows. Talulla froze up, holding her breath, chest constricting. She had practiced them for days, mulling over and over in her mind what she was going to possibly say to him to convey what she felt in front of their gods and their peoples. And yet, in this moment, every word she’d ever learned flew out of her brain. She didn’t think her tongue would ever remember how to move again, and she was so grateful he was going first.
As he spoke, Talulla began to thaw, her heart fluttering to life once more under his gentle care. Like the garden she tended so graciously and lovingly, Silas seemed bent on tending to her heart, pruning and nourishing the wild and vagrant thing. She exhaled shakily, finding herself unable to do anything but stare for a long, uncountable moment, heart roaring in her ears and mouth slightly agape. She was certain she looked foolish, but she couldn’t bring herself to care, hanging onto his every word like it was the breath in her lungs.
And for her, it was.
She was only broken from her trance by the crashing of a small body into her legs. She blinked then, turning her gaze down to the grinning Gael with a wet laugh, sniffling, only then realizing that she was crying. Not just a small, mild cry, but a steady flow, unrelenting. She sniffled with another aqueous giggle, squeezing Silas’s hands before releasing them to bend down slightly, scooping up Gael. She balanced him on one hip, letting him snuggle up under her veil, holding him securely with one strong arm and taking Silas’s hand with the other, laughing slightly. She was flushed now, the rosy hue familiar to her face brightening her cheeks once more as she sniffled again, shaking her head in slight disbelief.
”What kindness,” She exhaled, nervously, staring down at their hands for a long moment, thumb trailing absently over his. She pulled her gaze up to his face, wishing then that they didn’t have to wait until their kiss to pull the veil back so she could see him fully, despite her crying.
”Silas Eleazar Payne,” She began, using his full name as her grip tightened on his hand, her eyes locked securely on his. Every fear and nerve flew from her body then, the butterflies replacing them with a gentle, familiar warmth all over. The tears didn’t stop, though, and around them, small flowers began to pull forth from the walls in brilliant hues, disrupting the simple color scheme of the wedding and adding a fresh fragrance to the air. She didn’t notice, eyes only on him then, heart pounding fervently in her chest.
”Ever since you arrived here a week ago, you have shown me nothing but true kindness, and what it means to unconditionally love. Si, you are the most caring, generous, courageous, steadfast, calming soul I have ever met, and I have never known such peace before you. You are the water to my flowers, the roots to my trees, and the breath in my lungs. You quiet my mind, and awaken my heart, and you make me brave. I promise to love you with every fiber of my being, every ounce of air in my lungs, and every bone in my body, for now and forever,” She exhaled shakily, feeling almost lightheaded as the flowers began to bloom in more brilliance around them, the room filling with brilliant shades of the rainbow. Crimson, tangerine, lavender, magenta, gold, even shades of green in the leaves that she hadn’t seen before sprang forth around them, the room a reflection of the new color blossoming in her racing heart.
”And, I promise to love your family, my family, for now and forever, too,” She added, blubbering slightly as she glanced at them all with a radiant smile. She kissed Gael’s head, gently putting him down and pushing him sweetly towards Ximena, who scooped him up quickly to keep him from fussing. She released Silas then, swiping at her eyes and adjusting herself and her gown and skirt slightly as the priest nodded. She then, nervous once more, slowly lifted her veil, certain she was a mess. But, she didn’t care.
Nothing would separate her from Silas ever again, for as long as she lived. That much she was certain of, and she swore it then, quietly, as she locked eyes with him fully then, grinning widely with that trademark smile like she had been blind and was seeing the sun for the first time when she looked at him.
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Feb 26, 2022 20:47:38 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
Being as close to his face as she was able to see the change in color on his cheeks, he was so lucky to be wed to this man. She was going to take his blushing as small win, though it seemed it wasn't going to last very long. He matched her energy without skipping a beat. Something she had learned was a talent of his. Orson always managed to match anything she threw at him, and in several cases out do her. It seemed he was going to do just that once again. Had her cheeks not already been stained, she would have blushed more. She had stopped in her tracks, her spoon resting on her lips.
Another smile spread across her face as it took her a moment to compose her thoughts and meet his eyes. Anaris couldn't get anything out her mouth minus a small laugh, it would seem that he had out done her for the moment. Very clearly flustered she finally closed her month before sitting up straight herself. She turned a bit, ready to tell him just how well she'd keep up and how long she'd last when she saw him looking at his plate. Her eyes drifted to his mother who was watching them from afar. The queen bit back her embarrassed smile as her eyes turned to her plate as well. She could help but laugh a little as she too brought her wine glass to her lips briefly, "It would seem we were spotted." She set her wine glass down and laughed softly again, they were lucky it wasn't her mother, for once she seemed to be having a good time chatting with her father not looking on at her daughter a nit picking.
" For now," She paused glancing at him, "Should we get our party started?" Anaris said flashing him a big grin, most people were done or almost done eating at this point, so she figured it was time to dance and face the lions of the room. Preferable it was just going to be dancing and a good time, well with him even facing the wolves was going to be a good time. "Shall we?"
As if on que her aunt and those awful cousins of her's showed up. "Oh Ana look at you all grown up my dear, I suppose we should curtsy now shouldn't we girls?" Her aunt was a rounder woman, but her face was much kinder than he daughters. It seemed that she was too, she dipped down a little waving for Kaela and Arrei to do the same. Of course they did but reluctantly, "We just came over to congratulate you both on a beautiful wedding ceremony, good wishes and such didn't we?" The woman turned to her daughters who had been awfully quiet.
"Yes. Of course..." The two said, rather reluctantly it seemed. Anaris smiled, only a little, mostly at their mother. Of course they had to show up and ruin a good time, then again she was basically queen now, she didn't have to put up with those too any more if she didn't want to.
»Silas Payne
Silas smiled as she scooped up his littlest brother, that would surely help the sniffles coming from the golden haired beauty before him. He couldn't really see her that well even up this close to her, but he just knew she looked like an angel under that veil. That couldn't hide how beautiful she was even a brown sack couldn't hide the way she glowed. Gael of course wrapped himself around the princess burying his face in her neck. The little prince was clearly very happy to be there, he was almost as attached to Talulla as Silas was. the soon to be king laughed a little as he watched the small child's fingers curl around her veil a little. Seeing how close she'd gotten with his family in the short time that they'd been here warmed his heart. He loved seeing her so happy and loved by the people around her.
As she started to speak hearing her use his full name sent a small shiver down his spine. Had she ever used his full name before? He couldn't think of a time she had, but he liked it when she said it. His eyes were locked on where he knew hers were as she vowed to love him forever, showering him with praise along the way. He couldn't stop the smile or the way his eyes had started tear up a little. This of course caused some snickering from his brothers, but only for a moment. If he had manage to pull his eyes from her he would have known that his mother was already crying and so were his sisters. Even his brothers had stopped whispering quite jokes between themselves and it seemed like the roar of voice had quieted down and the world slowed as she spoke. At least it had for him. He didn't see or hear anything outside of her lovely soft voice. The only reason he knew she'd make the room full of flowers was because he could smell them. Another reason the room had quieted down, new flowers that hadn't been there before were now over taking the simple theme. The room came to life and glowed like her.
As Talulla kissed the tiny boy, Gael planted a big kiss on the brown eyed beauty's check with a big grin. Gael was passed off to Xim Silas finally tore his eyes away from her to make sure the smaller boy was safe and kept from running into them again. When he turned to her once more he smiled softly, just then she lifted her veil and for a moment surprise crossed his face. She looked radiant. He felt all the air leave his body and his heart stopped beating for just a moment In the next moment his heart was racing and his cheeks flushed a light pink. He couldn't help but match the grin that spread across her face, she was so beautiful, so perfect, so her. She promised love him with every breath but it seemed she had stolen his. Everything around them vanished, he could only see her, tears staining her cheeks, eyes puffy, but perfect.
The dark haired man cupped her face gently with his hand, his thumb brushing away the tears on her cheek. Still, his eyes brimmed with tears as he looked at her. "I love you." He whispered, it was for her only, well and the priest beside them. He leaned in, still holding her face with his hand gently as his other arm wrapped around her waist pulling her in close to him, and kissed her for the kingdom to see. She was his wife, his forever. It was soft, and cause the tears to fall from his eyes. They stayed there for what felt like was too short for him, but probably just the right amount of time for their audience. After all his family had started cheering for them as quickly as they could, even his brothers despite their teasing and pining over his now wife they were very happy for the both of them.
This was the best moment of his life, he'd never be happier as he pressed his forehead to her's, a huge grin on his face. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Apr 29, 2022 23:16:53 GMT -5
Orson
Orson had never before felt embarrassed to be watched by his mother. That is, until she fixed her equally dark gaze on him, piercing and certain. There was a spark of mischief he recognized all too well, and his own gaze mirrored hers for a long moment. A quiet smile graced her face as she shook her head slightly, looking away, and Orson grinned fully, dimples poking out then as he chuckled, turning a proud gaze towards Anaris.
”Personally, I don’t care who catches us, but it would seem we have gotten a pass for tonight. Since it is, in fact, a special occasion,” He teased, voice low and sultry, eyebrows flicking up with a sly smirk itching at the corners of his lips. At her suggestion, he grinned fully with an eager nod, leaning forward towards her ear. ”I would love to start your party,” He murmured, lips grazing her earlobe, breath hot against her neck for a moment before he pulled away, smirking slightly. He rather enjoyed teasing Ana and watching her beautiful face turn that delightful crimson hue, even if the butterflies in his stomach exploded with newfound fervor when he did.
He was about to rise from his chair and slide hers out when her aunt and cousins appeared. He did his best to hide the twinge of distaste curling at the corner of his lips, being polite for Ana’s sake. After all, they were king and queen now, and these maggots couldn’t say anything to his wife ever again. Not while he was around, that much was for certain. He reached over, hand closing tightly over hers as he turned on the charm, a wide, dazzling smile appearing.
”Thank you very much for your kindness. I think, truly, the most beautiful part of the ceremony was my lovely bride, don’t you think?” He turned his gaze to Kaela and Arrei, eyebrows flicking up innocently as he tilted his head at the inquiry. That breathtaking smile widened, knowing they would hate to admit how gorgeous Anaris was, knowing fully they couldn’t even begin to compare to her radiant shine. But Orson was going to hear them say it to her.
He had no idea what the exact history was between the cousins, but he could tell from Ana’s previous reaction and encounter that it wasn’t good. And, he was determined to ensure that no one ever disrespected his wife ever again. The mere thought was enough to make his blood boil, grip tightening slightly on Ana’s delicate hand, just enough to cause slight pressure, doing his best to keep from being rude or aggressive.
You will admit my wife is stunningly, breathtakingly gorgeous, and you will treat her with the utmost respect.
Talulla
Talulla really hadn’t meant to become such an aqueous puddle of emotions so quickly, but she could hardly control herself. The usually suppressed princess was just overflowing with years of repressed emotions and desire for intimacy, and now she was marrying the man of her literal dreams and was being presented with a family that actually wanted her. She hadn’t meant to embarrass everyone with her violent display of waterworks, but she could hardly contain them now that the dam had burst. And yet, it was hard to blame the poor, blubbering girl as she fought to keep herself in check. She had a lot to process and had never even considered such things before now.
Of course, Silas was not helping her calm down, for once. The way he stared at her as if he had never seen anything before now, was enough to send shivers down her spine as butterflies burst free from her gut, racing like fire in her veins. She felt the tears welling once more as Silas cupped her cheeks, vibrant flowers suddenly pulling forth with more fervency around them. She, of course, was completely oblivious, her watery gaze on Silas instead. Her very body could have combust into flames at that moment, and she wouldn’t have noticed. All she could manage was staring with saucers for eyes as he murmured those three little words to her.
Sure, they had confessed their feelings in far more eloquent terms prior to this moment, but she hadn’t heard such a simple, secure, unquestionable, and unwavering profession in years. Her heart took off then, in her chest, like a herd of thundering cattle as she couldn’t help but smile as Silas pulled her in. She followed willingly, hands resting on his chest. She felt his heart pounding underneath her fingertips, and a small, nervous giggle escaped her lips as they gently collided with his. She closed her eyes, fingers curling around his shirt as she deepened the kiss ever so slightly, forgetting that they were being watched by hundreds of people for a moment.
She wouldn’t have cared if it were thousands.
All around them, the room exploded in a series of new fauna. The scent of florals was overwhelming as petals rained from the walls and ceiling, intricate vines curling along the floor and through the crowd. The real surprise, however, was Talulla herself. Red-faced and misty-eyed, the tender girl’s golden locks suddenly burst into bloom as tiny blue flowers sprang up throughout her hair of their own accord, and the flowers already woven in burst free with new blooms. She, quite literally, had flowers pouring from her hair and trailing down her gown and onto the floor, petals littering the ground around them and latching onto Silas’s suit.
She pulled back only when the priest cleared his throat, eyes flashing open as the rogue in her cheeks spread across her nose, and up through her ears to trail down her neck. Her brown eyes gleamed like twinkling night skies as she giggled, fingers tightening their grip around his suit, arms sliding down to his ribs and pulling him a little closer, a cheeky grin sliding free.
”I love you, Silas Eleazar Payne, my handsome king, and stunning husband,” She exhaled shakily, eyes finally slowing their waterfall as she stole another small, chaste kiss from him before turning to the crowd. The flowers and plant growth around them had yet to cease, though they had calmed significantly, her hair fully adorned with those beautiful blue flowers that were her trademark symbol of joy. She had no clue, eyes only on Si as they prepared to make their way back down the aisle, linking her arm through his and leaning into his shoulder with a look of pure adoration.
For the first time since she could remember, Talulla was so happy that she could just burst. |
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Post by inky on May 2, 2022 3:04:21 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
Hearing him mention them having a pass her eyes returned to his mother, the other woman had turned away. It seemed he was right, they got a free pass tonight. And it was looking like he was going to take full advantage of that as the feeling of his lips brushing against her ear sent a fire throughout her body, heat rising to her cheeks fervently. "Well my king, I think that can be a-" Anaros stopped as her eyes locked on the newly arrived cousins. Wonderful way to ruin their flirty moment.
Her fingers curled around the cloth of the table where they sat, holding back the anger those two brought upon just by being here. She'd pled with her mother to not have them come, but the queen had insisted. They were family and it would raise questions, she had every excuse in the book to invite them. So to appease the woman she'd agreed. No sooner had her hand gripped the table had his covered her's, like he knew and shared her distain. Already watching the two bow before her was a sight to behold, one she was ready to get used to very quickly. Even if they let it be known they did not enjoy it. Until Orson spoke up she'd managed to keep that regal stoic look on her face, she glanced at him and then back at her cousins. A rather smug smile spreading across her face.
Kaela and Arrei's faces dropped, they both knew exactly what he was trying to get them to say. He wanted them to dote on Anaris. They would never do something like that on their own. But Anaris' gaze was locked on them, as was their mother's and the now king was staring them down as well. "Well." Arrei cleared her throat a bit, gods she hated having to do this. "I supposed she was rather pretty." She said, almost hissing the last word.
"Yes. The little Ana we've always known." Kaela chimed in, her words bitter, nothing ill was sad but the feeling that came from it was most foul.
The now queen sat up a little taller feeling Orson's grip tighten on her hand. They were pushing their luck, "Yes well, It is Little Queen Ana now. I suppose time does change some things doesn't it ladies." The the two girls closed their mouths, that was right. A queen now. She held far more power than them now, in fact if she wanted to power over their lives, so it was clear they were going to play it safe. Anaris turned to Orson and kissed his cheek softly, "I must say though I disagree I think my king here was the best looking part of the ceremony." And her eyes returned to her cousins, "I expect we will receive invitations to your weddings as well, when you two have suitors of course. We'd be happy approve a math for either of you. A favor to my most..." She paused trying to find some kind of nice word to describe the girls, "Consistent cousins." Anaris wore a smile, forced mostly but hints of pride flickered in her eyes. She was enjoying finally telling these two off, nicely at least. "Now if you three would excuse us we have a wedding night to enjoy."
Their mother nodded, her cheeks were flushed. Clearly she was embarrassed by her daughters and that Anaris has called out neither of them had lines of men waiting for them regardless of their duchess status. It seemed not even a title was enough to earn them a man. So they bowed once more and the mother grabbed the two girls who were fuming and escorted them away.
Quickly she turned to Orson, placing her other hand on top of his, "I'll have you know that was the most enticing thing that you could have done." Her voice lowered as she leaned in before once against kissing his cheek lightly. "Now we have a party to enjoy."
»Silas Payne
His brow raised a bit as the princess's grip tightened around his shirt pulling him into the kiss deeper. A smile started to spread across his lips, his own hands tightening around her waist. Just enough that it was still a somewhat appropriate kiss to have in front of his family. When she finally pulled away he almost followed her, but the priest's throat clearing stopped him. He had the biggest, stupidest more lovestruck grin on his face. Then he saw the flowers, the ones of his shirt, the ones throughout the room and in her hair.
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She was perfection, rosy cheeked, red eyes and flowers in her hair, just perfect. His skin felt warm where her hands rested around his waist and he reached up, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Silas couldn't help but chuckle at her compliments and the quick kiss that followed only made his smile bigger. "I love you too, Talulla...you have still never told me your middle name, Payne, my goddess of a queen, my wife, my one and only." He placed his hand on her's as she linked their arms and looked out at everyone there. His mother was crying and his father was trying to get her to stop. His sisters were both hugging each other and sobbing as well, and not to his surprise, but maybe to everyone else's, Zion was crying too. Though the second oldest was trying his best to hide that. It seemed that most, at least the people who mattered, were crying. Gael sat in his mother lap confused as to why everyone was crying, but he'd teared but anyway, simply because everyone else crying made him want to cry. Poor sweet thing.
If it weren't for the fact that he himself was crying as he started to walk them down the isle together. "Let's take out first walk as husband and wife yeah?" He stepped down with her. The walked together, and his eyes moved between her and keeping them on the right path. So out they walked, arm and arm husband and wife. Once they were out of sight of prying eyes he pulled her close to her and hugged her tightly, littering her with small kisses. "You did so well my beautiful queen." His hands moved to wipe the dampness from her face that was left over from her crying earlier. Letting his hand linger on her cheek he smiled at his now wife, ruler of her kingdom. This was the best day of his life thus far, maybe the birth of their children would top it but right now he couldn't have asked for anything better. Anything more perfect than her.
"Are you ready to have dinner and a party?" Silas asked gently rubbing his thumb on her cheek. "And eat that cake we picked out?" He grinned at her kissing her forehead gently. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on May 5, 2022 2:43:19 GMT -5
Orson
Orson had never disliked an individual so quickly before in his life, and yet here the twins were, competing to earn the greatest amount of distaste from him. They were unruly, and their disrespect came in astonishing leaps and bounds. He felt Ana’s grip tighten on the tablecloth beneath them, and he felt his anger grow. How long have they plagued my wife?
It would not happen any longer, now that he was around.
Orson gave a curt nod to the twins when they started to speak, eyebrows flicking upwards expectantly as the dazzling grin shifted into something a bit more sinister; after all, he would hear them say it. To her face. He could feel his mother’s sharp gaze boring holed into the side of his head, but he ignored it with ease. Nothing would distract him from his current, self-imposed mission to exonerate his wife in the eyes of these low lives.
At Arrei’s statement, he gave a small snort, though his gaze never left their faces, enjoying watching them squirm in distaste. Okay Orson, don’t push too hard. After all, you don’t want anything to backlash on Ana. Of course, he would keep anything from ever her harming her again, so did it really matter? No. He lifted his chin a bit, gaze sharp and fearsome. Suddenly, little bear made perfect sense for this man before them.
”I would say that was the understatement of the century,” He muttered sharply under his breath towards Ana at Arrei’s concession. His eyes did not leave their now trembling figures as he pulled Ana’s hand free from the tablecloth, gently pressing his lips to her knuckles to soothe them both, though his gaze raged darker than before as he stared them down. At her mention of being queen now, he smirked, openly, enjoying their hatred and embarrassment more than anything in the world.
Well, almost anything.
Anaris’s gentle lips on his cheek fully distracted the young king, all rage melting as his gaze fell upon her, adoration quickly pooling in his dark orbs instead. He opened his mouth to argue, but she had already turned back to the twins, so he quickly filed it away to return to at a later time. He watched with growing satisfaction, smugness simply multiplying in conjunction with their shame as they quickly stammered through an excuse and made their leave, though he did have some leftover irritation as a result of such a disgusting interaction.
”You are always far more than just pretty,” He huffed to her as the twins and their mother quickly made their leave, turning his head but not his gaze as he pressed his lips to her temple, inhaling her scent fully. He felt the anger washing away at her warm, vanilla fragrance, heart calming slightly in his deep chest as he straightened, fully returning his attention to her once more. He grinned smugly at her statement, mischief sparking in his gaze once more as he quirked one eyebrow up.
”I would not have pegged you for a sadist,” He teased, leaning forward to make it easier for her to kiss him, cheeks flushing anew. ”But if that is simply the case, I can be far more enticing,” He shamelessly flirted, ignoring his mother’s burning gaze as he got to his feet, laughing slightly. He pulled her chair out, politely helping her up as he began to lead her to the dance floor, eyes on her only once more.
”After all, I have much more to say about those wenches,” He huffed, irritation sparking once more in his deep gaze, though his good-natured humor overshone it. He bowed then, relaxing a bit with a deep breath before pulling her in to begin a gentle waltz, enjoying the music as tension melted more from his broad shoulders.
Talulla
Talulla wasn’t sure how much more her tender heart could take. It was trampling through her chest so violently that she wasn’t sure how she wasn’t dead yet. And the way Silas was staring at her was doing absolutely nothing to help. He was staring at her as if he had never seen anything more incredible in his life. And, for the first time since meeting Silas, she felt a little self-conscious. How could this beautiful, Grecian god of a man standing before think she was anything special? The only thing special about her was that she was married to him. Ah yes, marriage.
She giggled, leaning into his touch despite the vermillion heat flaming through her tanned skin, freckles fighting for appearance in the constellations of her cheeks. Her cheeks hurt from smiling, but she would suffer a thousand pains if it meant Silas would keep looking at her like that. She visibly shuddered at the use of her new last name, the butterflies in her skin sparking down her spine and pooling in her stomach. Talulla Payne. I could get used to that.
It was only when he turned his gaze away from hers that she remembered other people existed and were there with them. Before them, his family—her new family—were a sobbing mess of overjoyed bodies all hugging and crying and laughing. She felt a little overwhelmed, suddenly, at their onslaught of emotion, but Silas’s gentle grip on her hand was more than enough to steady her. She let her eyes trail across them, finally coming across the aisle to find her father. Sitting alone, surprisingly stoic, the older man smiled at his daughter. It was a mixture of joy and sorrow, eyes red-rimmed and a stony mirror of her own. She understood exactly what he was feeling, and her hand lifted just a little to wave at him with a tiny smile, her own eyes welling up once more. How she had any moisture left in her to cry with, she did not know. King Maynard mimicked her motion, and she grinned wider, turning then back to Silas as he spoke.
”Hmm? Mmkay, my beautiful husband,” She grinned wider, tears slowing a little as she forced herself to composure, simply from fear of falling. After all, she was still in heels. She followed him back down the aisle, which (thankfully) had seemed to have shrunk since the ceremony had started. As she passed the pews, flowers adorned the walkways on either side, lavish daisies and delicate daffodils popping up with little blue flowers, as the wall decorations poured down on the guests. There was absolutely no way (or will) that Talulla could control her magic right now.
She had never felt such joy and excitement in her life.
As soon as they were out of sight of prying eyes, Talulla collapsed into Silas’s waiting arms, pulling him towards her fervently with a crushing grip. She burrowed into his embrace, face pressed into his chest for a long moment, inhaling deeply and rooting herself, savoring the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his breath aligning with hers. This was worth it. Ceremony and all. She pulled back as he began peppering her with kisses, allowing him access to her face with a torrent of giggles, but made no move to stop him. The small flowers in her hair burst forth with new vibrancy, as she laughed warmly, fingers curling tightly around his suit at his ribs, wrinkling the soft material. She leaned into his hands, smiling with squinty eyes as she brought her gaze up to his, pulling his waist towards her and stretching up on her tiptoes to push her lips fervently against his.
Out here, where there were no eyes, she held him tighter, eyes squeezing shut in her burst of courage and inability to contain herself. She held him to her with that hidden strength of hers, only furthering the wrinkles in his suit, smiling widely against the deep, and “inappropriate for onlookers” kiss. But, lucky for them, there were none (not that she would have noticed, or cared). She only pulled back for air, gasping with a slightly surprised and dazed look, having shocked herself.
”I’m only going where you’re going now, so if you want a party, we’re having a party, my handsome king,” She oozed, grinning once more. She did her best to calm slightly, forcing herself not to turn her head up and grab his lips with hers when he came in contact with her forehead. Control yourself, just a little Talulla! She smiled wider at his mention of cake, eyes glittering excitedly, tears finally gone.
”Cake sounds absolutely divine Si. We’d better hurry before someone starts looking for us,” She teased, glancing over her shoulder to where Dario emerged with a congratulatory chirp, winding his way through both of their legs. She giggled, smoothing Silas’s suit before linking arms with him politely as they headed into the banquet hall where the (now famished) guests were anxiously awaiting their appearance. Dario disappeared once more as they made their way to the high table, Talulla’s grip tightening on Silas’s arm slightly as the whispers and stares began. She knew they were wondering about her magic, her dress, her speech, just her overall; but all she wanted was a quiet dinner with her husband.
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Post by inky on Oct 13, 2022 3:32:18 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
His lips were warm against her knuckles that had begun to pale from her grip on the table. But the tender touch of his lips made almost all of the rigidity melt away from her body. She still had to look down on the women in front of them but having Orson there with her made it much easier to face. But they were finally gone, and once again the warmth of his lips on her skin melted away any of the negative feelings those three had brought up.
No they weren't going to ruin their night, nothing was going to do that. That alluring sound came again, his voice deep, hushed and alluring. It pulled her in closer as she turned to look at him for a moment feeling his breath. Quickly though the moment was gone, thankfully, it had caused her to stop breathing. "Any more enticing and we may have to leave the party early." The now queen grinned as she took his hand and he lead the way to the dance floor. "Do not worry my dear, I have years of gossip about those two that I will gladly fill you in on. For a fully loaded arsenal the next time they open their mouths."
It didn't take long, in fact almost no time at all for the two royals to settle into a slow dance, one hand placed delicately on his shoulder the other holding his hand as they moved in near perfect sync. It was like they were made to be together. Two halves of one person moving to music. All thought of anything else seemed to fade away from existence. It was just him and the music, she watched as the deep pools dark as a raven's wing regained their warmth and softened as their eyes locked. A smile, soft like a summer rain danced across her lips, in this moment she was happier than she'd ever been. Anaris and Orson were married now, she was his and he was her's. It was them against the world and there was no one better to have by her side than the man before her. So strong, so warm, so calm, so perfect. Everything she needed wrapped up in one human.
She'd been staring, her cheeks flushed again, this was becoming habit it would seem. Say something. Don't just stare at him. But he was just so, spellbinding she couldn't help it. Just a moment longer. Her smile began to grow a little shy, she had stared for long enough. "I must say you are quiet a good dancer. I'd say I was surprised but I had a feeling considering how light on your feet you are. It's like I'm floating across the floor."
»Silas Payne
Silas had never been happier in his life, nothing had ever felt more right than the moments when he professed his love for the princess in front of all of the people in that room. Now he had the rest of their lives to continue to do so. He vowed to her and everyone else in the kingdom that he loved her and he planned on proving that to her everyday. She was a goddess that deserved to be worshipped and he was a devoted follower. Her giggling was music to his ears and he couldn't wipe the smile from his face.
Perfection that was this moment. And every moment of their lives to come.
Feeling the hidden strength the queen had surprised him every time, even though he fully knew her strength. His eyebrows shot up for a moment as her lips pressed against his with a fire that he knew well. Smiling into the kiss he without qualms he wrapped his arms around her letting the kiss deepen. He no longer worried about the eyes on those around them, she was his wife and he was her husband and if they wanted to kiss this way there were going to kiss this way.
Speaking of the kiss, his hands found their way into her hair, he was careful not to mess up her hair too much. Silas hummed against her lips, her sudden display of passion was not lost on him. His hands strong as he too pulled her against him, but as strong as they were they were just as tender. The now king was more than content to stay in this moment. In fact he wanted nothing more than to run away with his queen and be alone with her till he couldn't remember how many days had passed.
Alas the moment ended as she pulled away catching the breath he stole from her. He needed the air as much as she did it seemed. Silas' smile mimicked her's, he almost didn't process what she'd said next. In response he laughed "I love you so much my queen, my sweet beautiful queen."
Watching as she looked over her shoulder to Dario who had made his appearance with impeccable timing as usual. He reach down and let his hand trail across the felines back. "It seems someone was already looking for and finding us." The man smiled at the cat let the golden haired beauty lead him to the hall where the rest of the wedding guests were waiting for them. Hopefully the flush from their moment of passion wasn't too obvious on his face. For a moment he locked eyes with his mother and felt the rosy color darken, it was like she knew they'd shared that moment together. It was a short live moment of embarrassment as he felt her grip tighten, so he placed a hand on her's pulling it free and offering her a soft smile before his lips danced across her knucks softly. It didn't take long for him to turn her and pull her chair out for her to sit at the table. "Lets eat lovely lady." He took his seat beside her and is wasn't long before their food was served and the whispers and what not died down as people began eating their food.
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