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Post by inky on Dec 2, 2020 23:01:17 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
She smiled as he comment about his ego, "I don't flatter, I speak truth." Anaris raised a brow at him before watching his test the swords feeling in his hands. Watching him swing she couldn't help but admire the view as she watched his muscles move, the shirt not hiding anything. The princess held her sword in her hand loosely just watching him.
Anaris laughed lightly, "It is easier to hide training swords, knights ask less questions when those go missing over actual swords." The woman grinned, "Plus, everyone needs to touch their roots every now and then right." She stepped back turning her body to the side as he took his wide stance. She made herself a smaller target while he took a position of strength, fitting. For a moment she just stood there look at him gods he looked good in the moonlight standing at the ready, her eyes soften for a moment before she raised her brow once more. "Ladies first, what a gentlemen." She laughed softly before she started to move around him, slowly, just seeing how he followed her. Anaris kept her body turned as she moved, her sword still loose in her hand. She was studying him.
Then quickly flipping the sword to an upright position now with a firmer grasp on in she stepped toward him. Her arm moved in one motion, connection the turning of her sword and the swing toward him aiming for his stomach. She was testing him right now, just to see how he moved and blocked her attack. The princess had only ever really trained alone, or with knights who were too scared to do anything against her fearing the rathe of the king or queen if any harm befell her.
»Silas Payne
He rode after her, it was clear he was struggling a little bit, lucky for him the mare understood that. He held on tightly as he was pretty nervous, he hadn't shown it earlier because the concern for the princess had overridden his fear. Now that she was safe the fear and nerves set in. Silas met her eyes and held her gaze, his green gaze intense as usual. What was she thinking? He couldn't quiet figure it out and it drove him mad. There had never been a person he couldn't pin before, but this woman was so scattered in all directions he couldn't pin her. It was thrilling trying to decode her.
Seeing her smirk his brow furrowed in confusion as he watched her. In a less than a heartbeat she was gone and his eyes went wide. How was she not flying off the horse? His thoughts snapped from her and the magic that was the princess and her barbaric skill as he heard the mare give him a warning. He barely had time to tighten his grip and basically cling to her as she race through the woods. "If I survive this I'm going to carry her to get her ankle looked at no matter how much she yells. Hopefully we wont be carrying each other." He said gripping on the mare now and shutting his eye, his nerves getting the best of him.
He couldn't even make sure they were keeping up, he just had to hope. The small glimpse he did get of her racing in front of him was like that out a book. Was this what young girls pictured their prince doing? That was never going to happen for him at least, but he could watch his princess ride off into the horizon with surprising skill.
She rides well. The prince blinked for a moment his thoughts drifting a bit before his face flushed and he looked away clinging to Eztia.
Shut up you idiot.
As they rode closer to the stable he could feel the pace slowing down and his grip around Eztai loosened a little and he managed to sit up now and look more, proper. Though the wind blown hair gave him away.
As he slid off the horse, barely able to get down now that he was an exposed nerve his eyes moved to Talulla who was brushing her horse. It was clear to see she was struggling to stay standing and he frowned very slightly, more of it happening in his eyes than on his lips. "You ride better than any horseman I've even been around." The prince panted as he followed the pretty golden mare into the stall waving a small greeting to Dario. So he'd been waiting here. Maybe he could help him get the stubborn heathen beauty to the medical experts. The prince handed the horse the sliced apples he'd taken from his breakfast, she deserved it more than he did. It was the least he could do to thank her for trusting him and taking the lead. And dealing with him latching on to her as they rode.
His eyes darted to Dario and he signaled for the cat to help him out with Talulla. He knew he wouldn't be able to do it on his own, he couldn't believe he was asking a cat for help again. At this point anything would do he just needed to get her ankle looked at. He could see it now it was bigger than earlier and far more bruised. It took everything in him to demand she get it looked at. That hadn't worked out last time, and he had guessed that much but did it anyway. He was glad he did though, the fire in her eyes was so mesmerizing it made him feel things he didn't understand.
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 2, 2020 23:29:54 GMT -5
 Orson
Orson grinned at her statement, giving a soft chuckle and shake of his head at her statement. ”Oh, Princess. You’ve never been one to hold your truths in, have you?” He gave a small smirk before the focus returned as she shifted. His eyes were trained on her, dark brows pulled low over his darker eyes as he held her in a steady, calm gaze. His hand curled a little tighter around his sword, focusing in on her and her alone.
It was almost frightening, really, to see such a strong and dark prince look so serious and focused in the moonlight. The tension in the air grew thicker, as he shifted his weight, holding his breath slightly to prepare for her first strike. At her comment, he exhaled with a soft snort and roll of his eyes, but the moment was quickly gone as he returned to the stoic soldier face he wore so well.
As she circled him, he remained still, watching her with that intense gaze, head pivoting to keep her at least in his periphery. His muscles were taut, veins pulsing beneath his brown skin as he waited, patiently, like a bird awaiting a cobra’s strike.
And strike, she did.
Orson didn’t hesitate, the statue of a man animating as he jumped back and out of range, missing her sword easily. He knew it was an easy shot, and that she was testing him to see how he reacted. Joke was on her though; Orson was a patient man. He won battles through strong defense and opportune moments.
He studied her for a moment, eyes softening as he took in her flushed face and determined eyes. She was beautiful as ever out here, glowing the opalescence from the celestial body that was almost as beautiful as she. I have to be the luckiest man in the world.
He gave a small smile, gaze hardening as he locked in on her stance. He studied the way she favored a smaller approach, preferring to be light on her feet and quick to strike. However, her defenses were low, her grip weak, and a few strong parries would send that sword flying from her hand.
”Alright Princess, let’s dance,” He laughed slightly as he lunged forward. He thrust his sword at her, easily sending to the side. He didn’t want to actually hit her—yet. He wanted to really see what she could do first.
 Talulla
Talulla was starting to feel rather woozy, and her leg was really, honestly, starting to bother her quite a bit. She knew it couldn’t be more than a sprain, but her lack of good sleep or food since the day prior had started to catch up with her. After all, she had hardly slept the night before Silas’ arrival, and since then she hadn’t slept until her all too brief nap this morning. And, she hadn’t eaten since before the ball yesterday afternoon.
So yeah, Talulla was a bit…. drained.
She didn’t respond to his comment, instead shaking the hair from her eyes as she shifted, moving closer to Tudda, leaning against him to rest for a moment with a sigh. Ah, a response just like her lovely horse. Dario watched with hooded eyes, feeling a spark of annoyance blooming at her stubborn and unjust anger. Silas did not deserve to have her anger at her father doled out on him. He glanced over at Silas, locking eyes with the man, seeing the silent plea. If he were a human, he would have rolled his eyes.
As it were, he chirped with a flick of his tail before getting to his feet.
The small feline gave a long stretch with an impressive yawn before shaking himself and trotting over to the girl. He rubbed against her good leg, mewling loudly at her. She glanced down with a glare before looking away.
”I’m still mad at you, too, Dario,” She mumbled, shifting to begin grooming Tudda again. Dario came to rest at her bad ankle, staring up with apologetic eyes. ”Don’t look at me like that!” She insisted once more, her eyes softening as she focused on her work, some of the anger starting to melt from her shoulders. ”Besides, I’m fine,” She insisted. In all honesty, the ankle was little more than a sprain, and she did truly bruise easy, but her pushing herself had done nothing but worsen the situation.
Dario sighed, meowing again as she shook her head fervently in response. ”I don’t need to see a doctor, and I can walk just fine,” She grumbled with a glower as she began to shuffle her way to Tudda’s tail. The cat and horse locked eyes for a moment, conversing silently. Dario glanced over at Silas, tilting his head towards Talulla as if it were a cue.
And, if Silas were smart, he would see that it was.
Tudda’s tail snapped up, flicking Talulla in the face. She stumbled back with a surprised yelp that strangled into something more of a soft cry of pain, ankle protesting the sudden movement. Dario seized the moment to run up and slam into the weak leg, head butting with just enough force to cause Talulla to stumble backwards, unable to catch herself, and send her tumbling onto the floor of the stall with a low thud.
She gave a heavy grunt, the air whooshing out of her with the impact as she lay there for a moment, stunned, small spots dancing before her eyes. Dario darted out of her reach as Tudda shifted to make room, all eyes coming to fall on Silas in expectation while Talulla panted, shifting herself into a sitting position with a grimace, staring feebly at her ankle and wondering how she was going to fake the return to the castle when she could still hardly breath, practically fuming at the utter betrayal.
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Post by inky on Dec 3, 2020 15:44:30 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
It was a good thing she was able to keep her focus or else she'd have just been staring at his all night. Though she was sure that would have been just as fun, there would have been no point to the swords. Her eyes were locked on him with the same intensity they'd been when she'd first met him. This time they studied him for other reasons. He hadn't moved much when she'd circled him, so patience was something he relied on she assumed. Anaris was never one for patience. She could try though, that was probably the biggest thing she needed to learn when wielding a sword was how to slow down.
She smiled as he did, this was way more fun than the ball. Not that she hadn't had fun with him, but here she could be herself. "I find it easier to speak your truth than having to remember what you pretend to be." The princess said, as she spun the sword in her hand, rotating her wrist to warm it up a bit. He lunged at her and swung his sword in a sideways motion. She didn't move from her spot, till he swung waiting till the last second when she ducked down. The princess kicked her leg out rotating her body, aiming to knock his feet out from under him. Either way it would put distance between the two of them.
She'd learned most of her fighting from the knights who were willing and from street fights she'd seen. And possibly partook in once or twice. No one but her knew that though. Anaris didn't play nice or proper, she'd win one way or the other. The few real fights she'd be in she'd won, she had to it was win or expose that she was the princess, out and about by herself with no guards. She could just imagine her mothers face if she'd found out. Luckily any bruising was covered by clothing so the woman never knew. She wasn't sure if she'd win with him though, but she sure as hell was going to try. And if that meant knocking him to the ground and getting his nice clean shirt dirty then so be it.
»Silas Payne
His eyes followed her closely, she was relying on her horse far too much, even she couldn't pretend like her ankle didn't hurt. He wasn't dumb and anyone with a brain would know she wasn't doing well. He watched as the cat made his way over and the two had a conversation. Silas didn't hear any words from Dario but it seemed like he was saying things. Or was the princess projecting what she though the cat was saying? The prince's brow lowered in confusion as he tried to figure it out. But there was no point.It was then that he noticed the cat's signal.
The cats signal really? Like he knew and could fully communicate with him. Right.
Well, he wasn't wrong in fact Dario had gotten the horse to participate too, there was no way this cat was normal. Either that or there was something in the air and he was slowly loosing his mind. That seemed more plausible. Taking advantage of the situation though he rushed over as the princess hit the ground, taking his coat off as he did. He didn't plan on getting hit, while he was sure he'd be able to handle a blow from the princess he wasn't looking forward to finding out just how strong she really was. The prince quickly leaned down, tossing the jacket over her as he scooped her up, securing the jacket around her as he held her against his chest.
Now that she was in a makeshift wrap and he held on to her the prince closed the stalls with his foot, thanking the horses silently and started to walk out, ignoring any protests from the wild card in his arms. "That is more than a bruise, if you have to put all of your weight on the horse to stay up right something is wrong. And if it isn't I'll let you hit me and I won't try to dodge it." Silas said not looking down at her his eyes focused ahead and getting her to where they needed to go. He'd stumble across the medical center while looking for her the night before. Now he just had to remember how to get there. Silas was holding her firmly and with great ease too, it had been no problem scooping her up off the floor and he'd made quick work of it too. The man was stronger than he looked too, being tall helped hide that since he looked lean most people didn't notice how strong her was. Not that she was all the heavy, but she had muscle too, he'd noticed when she pointed a dagger at him. Which was why he'd wrapped her up. No was not a option.
He pushed on despite the complaints from Talulla and before long they were in the castle and he was figure out his way, making a wrong turn here and there but quickly turning back around and getting back on track. He had a terrible sense of direction but soon enough he figured it out. Silas set his foot against the door to the doctors office in the medical wing still holding the princess and pushed it open.
"She hurt her ankle. I need you to look at it." His green gaze locked on a very surprised doctor who had not expected the door of their office to be kicked open. Or a grumpy injured princess for that matter.
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 5, 2020 0:54:36 GMT -5
Orson
Orson was really, really trying his best to avoid being distracted right now. He genuinely wanted to know how well his princess could defend herself if the need arose. However, it was getting increasingly harder to focus with her looking at him like that. He swallowed hard as she stared him down, forcing himself to study her posture and posture alone.
As he lunged, he watched her body tense up. She isn’t going to parry; she’s going to strike somewhere else. But where? He watched as she suddenly burst into motion, ducking easily and kicking her leg out, rotating away. His eyes flew open in surprise and excitement as he gave a small giggle, despite himself. She’s cheating! She’s using a cheap move!! He stumbled for only a moment before shifting forward.
In one swift movement, he tucked the sword to his chest and used his forward momentum to tug his shoulder and roll forward, popping back up on to his feel with another giggle, unable to help himself. He shifted, shaking his head slightly to focus in, laughter gone as he focused in on her.
”Fighting dirty, are we princess? How unladylike,” He teased, quirking one eyebrow upward with a slight smirk. He shook his head, laughing slightly as he leaned forward, eyes narrowing with that glint of mischief. ”Alright you dirty little lady, let’s see how you handle this,” He teased lightly with a small wink before darting forward. He shot to the side last minute, avoiding any strikes from her as he began to really jab, hearing the clash of weapon on weapon.
Despite how improper the whole situation was, he couldn’t contain a stray giggle here or there as he began to really spar with his lovely princess. He was sure with every move, light on his feet, and able to handle nearly all her blows and cheap tricks with ease.
So, it would seem the prince knew how to street fight as well.
Talulla
Talulla was definitely, well, overwhelmed, to put it lightly. First, everything was out of sorts with this prince that she knew had to have been far too perfect from the beginning. Because, it had all just been so convenient and wonderful. Secondly, her father had her all in an anxious tizzy between his anger at her outburst at the ball and his dismissal of Silas in a way that Silas seemed like he was trying to personally disprove. And thirdly, because her two most trusted animal companions had just betrayed her using her weak ankle.
It was all a little… much.
She flinched as Silas came closer, physically bringing her hands up to fight before suddenly his jacket was across her. She blinked, stunned into stillness for a moment as he wrapped her, quite literally, into his arms. She felt herself being cradled against him, her satchel laying on the floor of Tudda’s stall with her knife and books, and Dario trotting on ahead of them to catch Constance up on the latest shenanigans.
It was like everything fell apart at once.
She quickly began to thrash about, trying desperately to pull her arms free, at least. When she found she couldn’t, Talulla quite literally lost her cool. The princess fumed, skin growing hot to the touch as her face flushed, heart accelerating in anger. Around them as they walked sprouted massive thorn bushes and prickly cacti and some very, very angry looking shrubs. She wasn’t even touching the ground, yet all around them these structures were pulling free.
Talulla, however, had yet to achieve the same.
She continued wriggling, ignoring his bold statement, eyes narrowing before she suddenly became still, waiting for his gaze to catch her glare, even for a moment. She looked ready to kill once more, the dark eyebrows knit together and tugged down as she positively glowered at him with a low rumble of disagreement in her chest.
”If I wanted to hit you Silas, you wouldn’t have time to dodge,” She said with as much chill as an ice slab. Her gaze was darker than ever before, her lovely features marred by fury. It was clear, now, why the kingdom was feared and respected. With a princess that looked and acted so positively feral, it was intimidating and frightening to even see her so focused and angry.
The ice queen has returned, it would seem.
By the time they had returned to the castle, Talulla had begun to subdue, the anger replaced by immense panic at the thought of seeing the doctor. She didn’t want to show him her messed up ankle, because she knew he would tell her father and get her in more trouble. That, and the blanket had begun to feel like lead crushing her chest and making it difficult to breath, closing in on her. She didn’t have room to be angry around this slight terror that began to manifest in small tremblings all over her body, face paling considerably from her fiery outburst earlier.
The doctor looked up from his desk in surprise that was quickly turned into concern with the magic of Silas’ words. Talulla became very still then, her expression have shifted into one of complete absence. She stared directly ahead, body limp in Silas’s arms, head on his chest. She didn’t move a muscle when the doctor had Silas lay her on to the cot, nor did she even look at the practitioner after he ushered Silas out and shut the door on him. She didn’t say a thing as he poked and prodded, and was the opposite of helpful when they were trying to ascertain what exactly had happened; She found it more amusing to simply shrug and say, ”Ask Silas, since he knows better than anyone else about anything!”
Okay, so maybe she was being just a little bit petty.
After some time, the doctor opened the door for Silas, letting the young prince return. Talulla was propped up on the bed, ankle elevated and wrapped. She was sipping lightly on some kind of apple cider juice, and had that same completely blank stare ahead. She finally put her apple drink to the side, crossing her arms and shifting away from where the prince had come to stand by her, looking away as she did.
”I hope you’re happy,” She finally broke the silence, anger shaking her gentle voice despite her completely neutral expression. ”Enjoy what little time we have together today, because you won’t be able to see me again until the wedding. Not once Father hears about my perfectly fine ankle,” She hissed the last part, dark eyes flashing and hands starting to tremble. You’re not telling the full truth Talulla, and you know it. Well, I mean, there is the fact that King Maynard will definitely blame Silas completely for it happening, and that maybe the whole wedding would be off now.
She wanted, more than anything, to be back with Tudda, riding in the moors. As it were, Silas was here, and that meant she had time to ask him all her questions.
”Why do you even care so much? It doesn’t matter, I’ll be a nobody for you again within a fortnight,” She sighed, shoulders dropping as she leaned her head lightly against the cot, still refusing to look at him. |
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Post by inky on Dec 5, 2020 17:49:45 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
The princess stepped back a bit as he rolled forward but she hadn't moved far enough back and now the two were closer then proper and her heart nearly stopped. Of course she had to have know this was going to happen, they were sparring. It only made sense right? Anaris swallowed the breath that was stuck in her throat and shifted back putting space between them as he leaned forward to tease her.
She'd wanted nothing more than to stay there and breath in his scent and feel the warmth of his body. But they were sparring, and she wasn't going to lose because she was flustered. "I never said I was going to play nice m'lord." Anaris raised her brow at him a small smirk on her lips. His next comment cause heat to rush to her cheeks and for a moment she was frozen. Again her breath had gotten caught in her chest but his next move ripped her from the clouds she'd been launched to.
Caught off guard by his comment still she was barely able to block his attack, their swords clashed together and she was pushed back barely catching herself. A grin spread across her face and she giggled herself. As they fought she took note of how easily he blocked her tricks and used some of his own. "Well, well my prince you are one to talk about dirty." Their swords were crossed and they were inches from each other. "Prince Orson engaging in foul play?" A smirk dances across her lips momentarily before she bit her lip to control the grin that was spreading. "It seems I'm not the only dirty one here sir." Anaris breathed softly as she leaned toward him a bit, 'I'm not going to complain though." The mischief that sparked in her eyes spread across her lips and she used pretty much all of her weight, placing her other hand on her sword once again and push him back quickly moving herself. Looking him over for a moment she giggled. This was far more fun than any of the other sparring matches she'd had. He had gotten her a few times, once in the ribs, not hard enough to hurt too much but enough to throw her off balance. Her clothing was dirty at this point and strands of hair had begun to fall in her face.
»Silas Payne
The whole way there he’d payed little to no mind to her protesting, though the thorn that nicked his ankle wasn’t the most pleasant feeling but he ignored it. Hearing the ice in her voice hurt a little bit. Honestly he didn’t think the girl had it in her to be so harsh. He also didn’t blame her for it. After all he was forcing her to do something she didn’t want to do, and he wasn’t stupid he knew that wasn’t something she enjoyed. He didn’t like being told what to do either but sometimes you had to make someone angry to keep them safe. “Well then I’ll be ready for it then.” The man retorted, as much as he wanted to avoid getting hit as long as she was safe he could be kicked by her horse he didn’t care.
Silas listened to the doctor doing as he was asked, fully noting the shift in her demeanor. She probably feared her fathers reaction. He did a little too seeing what he’d seen the night before. The prince wasn’t one to back down though, he was after all the oldest of his siblings. The kin didn’t scare him, though he knew putting up too big of a challenge would be foolish, this was her fathers kingdom after all. As he was ushered out he protested but only a little. He didn’t bother the doctor too much, he’d rather her fixed than be in the room. That was fine. He waited, unable to really stay still so he walked back and forth in front of the door. The only thing he could hope for was it wasn’t broken and was just a bad sprain. He was a little bit away from the door when the doctor called for him. As he passed the door he heard Talulla’s spiteful comment and he couldn’t help but smile. He did know better and she was bad at hiding it.
Once allowed back in he walked over to her, slowly his eyes looking at the raised and wrapped ankle, so something had been wrong. He stood beside her bed but said nothing her as he looked at her. Her comment about not being able to see her made him shake his head. “As much as I enjoy spending time with you princess. I’d rather have you safe.” The man said, “I wouldn’t have forgiven myself had I let you make that injury worse.” Silas spoke softly his eyes locked on her. He could tell she was mad but it didn’t bother him too much, he had done what he needed to do. Of course, he didn’t want her mad at him but mad was better than really hurt.
His eyes widened a bit as she referred to herself as nobody, he couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You are anything but nobody.” Silas said shaking his head, “I care because you have been one of the only people to make me care about anything.” Silas said quietly as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. The prince wasn’t really one to express his feelings, he’d never really had them till her, sure he loved his siblings and cared about them fiercely and he couldn’t explain for but he cared about her like he cared about them. “You are worth more then you realize..” he cleared his throat a little, “I’m glad you ankle is okay. You can hit me if it will make you feel better.” |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 5, 2020 20:19:13 GMT -5
Orson
Orson felt his heart pound harder in his chest at her expression as she smirked, eyebrow quirking up to match hers. She’s feisty… and determined. He flat out giggled at her comment, face flushing as she managed to catch him off guard with her next comment. At her question, his eyes widened in surprise, flushing brighter beneath his dark skin as he he held her gaze.
Once more, he was locked in a staring contest, struck by how beautiful she was. She was glowing, face flushed and hair wild around her. He preferred her with her hair down, savoring the look of her rosy face and loose waves pulling free from her braid. His heart fluttered slightly when she leaned in, allowing her to push him away. He grinned as he shifted, turning the blade in his hand with ease as he ran a hand over his hair. He straightened his shirt, rolling his shoulders and neck, loosening up once more.
”Alright then, Princess. I see your dirty tricks are not just limited to your blade. Shall I call you Princess Silver Tongue from now on?” He quirked a brow up with his own smirk, centering his weight as he did. He cleared his throat, focusing in as his eyes narrowed, grip tightening on the blade. He lunged forward then, movements forceful and brisk as he moved with new ferocity and ferociousness. He was much more quick, advanced in his movements as he began to drive her back. When her back was against a tree, he grinned pausing just a moment to let her catch her breath.
He suddenly shifted his weight forward, sword striking hard down on her blade, enough to jar her hand and force her to release the weapon. He slipped forward, catching the blade with his free hand and jumping back, pointing his own sword at her chest, holding hers by his side. ”Sorry Princess, looks like I win, tricks or not,” He teased, eyes glinting mischievously. He pulled his weapon down, drawing a bit closer, biting his lip gently, eyes on hers.
The air around them grew still again, filled with that steady silence of the moon’s glow around them. She looked like a goddess then, bathed in the opalescence of the celestial body nearly as beautiful as herself. He cleared his throat, moving closer still, tossing their blades to the side, gently taking her hands in his. He pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles, eyes on hers with a new heat in them, heart staring to flutter for a different reason.
”I hope I didn’t hurt you, dearie, in the spirit of competition. And, if I may be so bold, you look stunning out here,” He said, gently, releasing one hand to reach up and gently brush her hair from her eyes, tucking it tenderly behind her ear. His fingertips grazed down her jaw, hesitating before cupping her cheek in his hand. His hands were warmed, palms slightly calloused but still soft against her skin. He smoothed his thumb over her warm cheek, eyes tender but intense, smoldering slightly. ”You are quite the challenge, Princess,” He sighed slightly, moving slightly forward, struggling to remember proper boundaries, her scent making everything cloudy around them.
Talulla
Talulla couldn’t help but feel a little bad at her harsh behavior toward Silas. After all, he was just trying to help. And, to be honest, she was a little relieved to have come to the doctor and gotten her sprain wrapped before it got much worse. It wasn’t his fault that she had sprained her ankle, and he really did seem to be completely opposite of what her father had claimed him to be. He was caring and invested in her, and very interested in her day to day activities, no matter how small. She swallowed hard, anger fading into guilt as she listened to him talk.
She froze, eyebrows shooting up in surprise as she became still, listening intently to his words now. ”I’d rather have you safe…You are anything but a nobody… You are worth more than you realize… She released a heavy breath, turning her gaze to him finally and straightening from where she had been sulking. She bit her lip nervously for a moment as she shifted, crossing her arms tighter against her chest as she deliberated.
”Hitting you… won’t actually make me feel better… In fact, I’ll probably feel worse,” She finally admitted after a heavy silence. She shifted, face falling into her palms in embarrassment at her rude and, frankly, vicious behavior. She peeked up at him from between her fingers, face turning an all too familiar shade of pink. ”Honestly, I feel like… the world’s rudest person to ever exist,” She admitted, hiding again with a sigh.
”I’m sorry for what I said… and, how I acted. I just… my father is very convinced that you, well, you… I just don’t know, really, okay? I’m just really, really, really sorry,” She sighed, eyes coming up to meet his with deep sorrow and remorse, shoulders slumping as she did. |
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Post by inky on Dec 6, 2020 16:42:25 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
Anaris watched him as he giggled at her comments, it was hard to tell with the moon backing him but she could see the faint color that had come to his cheeks. "Princess Silver Tongue?" She looked like she was thinking for a moment, "I like it, not a bad title if you ask me." The woman grinned, "And of course not, the blade it a part of a person is it not? It only make sense that my words match my blade." Her brow raised slightly as she watched him, almost not noticing his shift in weight as she was busy admiring the way he looked, shirt dirty and looser than before.
The princess was taken back by how different his movement had become. She couldn't even stop herself from moving back or move out of his way, he pressed forward she was force to retreat. It wasn't until she felt the tree against her back that she froze. Her eyes were locked onto his now, she hadn't expected that. She had guessed she would loose but what she hadn't expected was for it to be so easy to corner her. Anaris started to move to try and strike him and get away but before she could his blade hit hers and knocked it out of her hand, expecting the blade to thump on the ground. When it didn't her eyes moved to where it was, he'd caught it. Now he was showing off.
Her breathing was quickened as her adrenaline had spiked and it had been difficult to block the hard swings he'd used to drive her back. As the blade was pointed at her she swallowed a bit, her eyes still locked on him. She'd never been happier to have a man pointing a blade at her. Thrilling. She laughed a bit, "Tricks or not I see." Anaris laughed a little, " I must say that you caught me off guard." The blades hitting the ground went unnoticed as he took her hand gently and kissed her knuckles, for a moment her breath caught in her chest. She could feel her heart racing no longer from the sparring match but because of the closeness of the prince.
Stunning? He thought she was stunning? It was becoming obvious he knew how to take her breath away with ease. "I am far from hurt, my pride maybe a little." Anaris laughed, she'd had fun even if she'd lost. Her face flushed at his comment and the delicate touch of his hands. Her eyes hadn't left his still she was mesmerized lost in his deep brown eyes. "I have to disagree I am the one who lost, so it is you who are the challenge." The princess leaned in just a bit, unable to stop herself, she wanted to be close to him. "And, I like your boldness, if I may, it was hard to focus on sparring when you look so distracting." Her last word was barely even a breath, had he not been this close he wouldn't have heard her.
»Silas Payne
The prince's eyes had never left her the whole time she sulked and shut him out. As she turned to look at him, his gaze was soft, he wasn't upset or bothered by her anger directed at him. He understood, being forced to do something wasn't fun but she was safe. Her words made him laugh a bit, at least she didn't want to hit him anymore. That was a good thing. Silas had avoided getting punched thankfully. Seeing her hide behind her hands he couldn't help but smile, she was so cute it hurt.
Of course it was clear she felt bad for how she'd acted but he shook his head and he moved to wrap his arms around her in a hug. "Don't be sorry. I understand." Silas said softly, holding her head against his chest careful to not move her too much because of the raised ankle. The sadness in her eyes hurt him. He didn't want to see her sad like that, like she was being scolded or something. He'd never actual scold her, not like her father had at least. The prince wondered if he should mention he'd heard what the king had said that night, would she be upset he was spying?
He couldn't bare seeing her sad anymore, "I get it Talulla, I forced you to do something you didn't really want to do. And I'm sorry for forcing you. I'm not sorry for taking you to the doctors though. I care about you and I'm glad it was just a sprain." The prince said pulling away from her with a small smile. "So don't be sad anymore okay? We can go do something fun. I'll carry you." Silas grinned, "Whatever you want to do. As long as you don't need your ankle for it." He laughed a little, "I can be your horse for the day."
Wait. That didn't sound right.
"Uh. I mean. Well. N-not that. Not that. I didn't mean that. I just uh. I'll carry you..." He face had turned red and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously he hadn't meant she could ride him, he meant he'd be her transportation for the day. Idiot. Why didn't you just say it like that then? He could have punched himself right now. Way to ruin things.
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 6, 2020 18:23:06 GMT -5
Orson
Orson smiled at her gently, locked in that staring match with her in that moment. He could drown in those icy pools of her eyes, and he doubted he would even feel a sliver of a chill. She was so vibrant and passionate, as fervent as her flaming locks. He found it hard to control his thoughts around her, much less form a coherent sentence in her presence. Orson had been known for his articulate nature back home, but found himself at a loss for words here.
As her head tilted slightly into his palm, his thumb tenderly traced the planes of her cheek, learning her map. She was uncharted territory, and he was diving in head first, starting with the oceans of her eyes. He knew her greatest treasure to be sought was that golden heart, gleaming beneath her surface. I’m going to earn that.
”Princess, if I may, I think I would like to retract my earlier statement. There is nothing silver about your tongue; rather, you pour honey from your lips, and I am but a humble bee, fervent on finding even the smallest of drops,” He began, summoning all his years of poetry studies and writing classes to force a sentiment somewhere near what he was feeling. ”That is to say, if you don’t mind my bold demeanor, I struggle to form a coherent thought in your presence,” He admitted with a flush, voice lowering slightly.
”Though I have been told my words are my strongest weapon, I feel that right now they wouldn’t do justice. Rather, if I may, I would like to show you what I am feeling,” He began, just barely stuttering over the last word nervously. He glanced down to her lips, hesitating for a moment as he swallowed, gently pulling his second hand up to cup her face now, drawing her toward him. His eyes returned to hers, heart thrumming in his chest and every part of him feeling like he had been struck by lightning. He hesitated eyes on hers as his heart fought to gain a steady tempo once more. He saw no fear in her gaze, only blue certainty, and he gave a gentle smile. His eyes were dark, smoldering with the sudden hint of desire.
Never before had he met a woman that had such an effect on him as this lovely princess.
”Ana, I pray you forgive me for this, but I must know whether your lips taste of the honey with which you speak,” He breathed, breath hot on her face. And then, summoning every last bit of courage, he leaned in, gently pressing lips to hers.
Explosions of fireworks burst forth in his blood, sparking down his spine as he tilted his head, closing his eyes and deepening the kiss ever so slightly. She tastes better than honey. He was gentle, hands soft as they held her to him, heat burning in his palms as he drew closer still, pressing them back into the tree, his hands moving back to cup her head more, fingers finding their way into her hair. Every movement of his was gentle and soft, but deliberate with purpose.
Orson had never experienced anything like this.
Talulla
Talulla didn’t know what to expect from Silas, exactly. She was so used to sharp reprimand from her father, and Constance’s incessant pleads for discipline and reminders of faults past. It was next to impossible for her to anticipate nay kind of positive behavior, despite knowing as much as she did about Silas so soon. However, she couldn’t have planned for his response in her wildest dreams. Her eyes turned into saucers, hands shrinking down to raise in defense as he moved over her, fingers curling into fists for a millisecond before she crashed against his chest. She felt his arms wind around her, cradling her head against him, and she was locked in shock for a moment.
And then, he spoke.
She listened carefully, slowly melting as he continued. ”I understand.” Those magic words hit her ears once more, and she decided in that moment that her father was simply wrong. More wrong than he had ever been. She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around him gently and tugging him towards her, burrowing into his chest softly. She inhaled his familiar scent, marred slightly from the horses earlier, finding it comforting even more now. She stayed there, hiding against him, as he continued, listening to his heart beat alongside his words.
He understands you more than anyone ever has… and he’s only been here for days. There’s no way that Father could be right, right?? She finally tilted her head, pulling back slightly to look up at him as he offered to be her steed. She giggled, nose wrinkling slightly, eyes squeezing shut once more as her little peals of laughter rang out while he continued to flounder over his statement. If she had picked up on the double entendre behind it (which she very much did not), she gave no evidence, shoulders relaxing as she shifted, releasing him to stand once more. She had enjoyed hearing him laugh, and was relieved to see he wasn’t mad.
You are one lucky princess, after all.
”How charming, my trusty steed,” She teased, eyes sparking mischievously in response to his comment and embarrassment. She grew slightly serious as she thought things over, glancing over to her satchel with a sigh. ”Honestly, I guess the library… considering I can’t ride again until at least tomorrow,” She decided with a small nod to confirm, turning her gaze up to him, bright once more.
She studied him seriously for a moment, heart thawing a bit once more, cheeks flushing a bit as she remembered how he had gazed at her the night prior after their lips had met. He was still looking at her the same way, even now, when she had been asleep on the literal ground and smelled of horse and her leg was swollen still.
”We can spend the afternoon reading! If you don’t mind, that is. Unless you have something else to do,” She finished, uncertainty creeping back into her delicate features. She took that moment to drop her gaze and grab her satchel, pulling it over her head once more and brushing the stray strands of her hair back from her face. She took a steadying breath of courage before reaching her arms up to him, eyes wide and innocent, looking very much like a small, needy child in that moment. |
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Post by inky on Dec 6, 2020 22:05:00 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
As his finger ran over her cheek Anaris found herself almost following his movements. It was when he began to speak that she really fell into his trance. Her eyes stayed on him she couldn't look away from him as his own words fell like honey. Never before had someone complimented her the way he was and never so eloquently. The color in her cheeks darkened as he continued and once again she found herself leaning into him hanging on to every word he said. "If that is you speaking incoherently I can't imagine how intoxicating coherent words would be." She breathed as she let him cup her face and pull her in closer to him.
Her heartbeat loudly in her chest as she found it hard to focus on anything but him. His scent, the feel of his callous hands against her skin softly pulling her in for more. His eyes moved to her lips and she did the same her eyes lingered for a moment as his breath dancing on her skin. Everything about this moment pulled her in, every manner, every lesson was thrown to the wind. Heat washed over her body with a fiery passion he asked for her forgiveness for what he planned on doing. "I pray that you test your theory." Anaris had barely finished her sentence when he leaned as he pressed his lips against her's. Her breath caught in her throat as she melted into him fully.
His hands made their way into her hair sending sparks of electricity following where his hands went. Her own hand made their way to his chest, she curled her finger around his shirt which had already come loose from their sparring earlier, and pulled him closer to her. If she was being honest with herself she'd wanted to kiss him since the first moment he'd supported her unladylike tendencies. After sparring with him she wanted nothing more than to be right where she was. Anaris' kiss was far different from his, though gentle there was an unmistakable fire behind it.
She never kissed anyone before, flirted always that was how she got her way a lot of the time. But she'd never acted upon any of it, the princess had never wanted to, but she wanted this more than anything.
»Silas Payne
Her scent was intoxicating, and for a moment the prince had forgotten she was sitting in a hospital bed and that anyone would see them this close. The disagreement from earlier erased from his mind and all he could think about was her and the scent of lavender he could pick out even though it was hidden with grass and horse. Silas had felt her ready herself to fight him and he'd promised himself right there that he would help her get over that fear. Silas would never put hands on her in the aggressive manner her father had. He'd protect her from anything, including the king if need be.
He laughed with her, as she laughed at him, it was nice to hear her laugh. It was the best song he'd ever heard. No more sniffles only laughs. That was his goal.As she teased him he rubbed the back of his neck glancing away for a moment his cheeks redder than a strawberry but as she answered his questions his eyes returned to her. The library? That sounded perfect, some quiet alone time, a book and his princess. Perfect. The excitement as she talked about how they could spend the afternoon reading made him smile.
As he watched her doubt her choice and grab her satchel the warm feeling in his chest spread throughout his body. Then her arms reached toward him and he chuckled a little bit, every part of him melting for her. He smiled softly, intense warmth in his eyes. "The library is perfect Princess, and I've got nothing more important to do than spend my afternoon reading with you." Silas said with a small laugh as he bent down to pick her up. "Uppies here we go!" He said with a childlike excitement as he lifted her with ease, his arms slipping under her legs allowing her to hold on to him as well.
The prince walked passed the doctor holding the golden-haired beauty once more and this time out the door, that was open this time. He didn't to kick anything for now. It didn't take long to get to the library and he'd remembered, for the most part where it was. Silas only took one wrong turn this time. As they reached the door he lowered himself so she could reach the door for them. "I don't want to drop you so I'm not even going to try to open it myself." Once the door was open he pushed it the rest of the way and paused once they were in the warm parchment scented room. "Pick your place to sit angel." His eyes went wide for a split second as he realized he'd let one of the many nicknames he'd come up with in his head slip out. Again his face turned bright red and he just short of stood there hold her, did he pretend like it didn't happen? It was a little late for that but that was the goal. Nothing happened. She really made his brain a mess. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 8, 2020 21:36:35 GMT -5
Orson
Orson felt like his whole body was on fire, electricity burning through him as he pressed his lips to Anaris’. He had thought of kissing her all evening, struck by how beautiful and stately she had looked, but driven even more by her wit and overall charm. He had never met a woman like her before, and thanked the gods (and his mother!!) for allowing him to have been chosen to be the lucky groom for Ana.
As he deepened the kiss, he felt her hands travel up his chest and pulling him closer by his shirt. A low hum escaped the back of his throat as he complied, unwittingly, leaning further onto her, closing the distance between them. This was far from proper, but propriety didn’t even have a space in his mind as he was enveloped by her sweet, vanilla scent and the feel of her honey lips on his.
He finally, reluctantly, pulled back to breath, eyes flying open to take in her face. He found it hard to catch his breath when she looked so striking, her face aglow with passion and framed in the moonlight. His eyes were vividly burning with excitement, the dark orbs glittering with joy as he grinned from ear to ear, dimples poking free. He gave a soft chuckle, clearing his throat slightly as he straightened a bit, but made no move to pull away.
”It would seem your prayers were answered, Princess,” He finally managed, voice hoarse and low. He quirked one eyebrow up, struggling to compose himself, heart racing in his chest. ”I can only hope that you will capture my heart as well as you have stolen my breath, Ana,” He panted slightly, grinning still despite himself.
”Though, if that is the price of a kiss from the lips of the queen bee herself, then you can keep it,” He smiled with a slight chuckle, shaking his head lightly. He drew back down, pressing another tender kiss to her forehead, inhaling her sweet scent for a moment before pulling back to look at her once more. "Forgive me, Princess, for I know my actions are far from proper. You are just so… captivating that I surrendered my manners at the door.”
He cleared his throat then, straightening once more and moving back just a bit, hands trailing down to her waist carefully, eyes on her. He let them rest there, feeling the heat between them still, and gave a soft laugh, shaking his head and turning it to the side to break their staring contest in an attempt to clear his head.
”I’m sorry, Princess, I am not myself right now. Perhaps you did more damage than you intended in sparring, yes?” He teased, finally bringing his gaze back to hers, still fighting for breath and control of his heart rate. And control of your tongue.
Talulla
Talulla giggled slightly as Silas scooped her up, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, secured like a little monkey on him. She burrowed her face into his neck, despite how improper the whole situation was. I don’t really care, though. I never have. She gave a contented sigh as she enjoyed the security she felt hidden there against him. She glanced down, shifting to peek over Silas at Dario, who had materialized and was trotting at their feet, seeming to be warding off anyone that might cause them problems.
Talulla yawned, snuggling into him gently, fingers lightly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck absentmindedly, thinking about how earlier she had been convinced that this precious boy was just as bad as all of her worst fears surrounding men. And yet, Silas was quickly proving them all wrong. She shifted when they got to the library, turning and holding herself against him securely with one arm as she reached down and opened the door for him before shifting, tightening her grip slightly as he pushed through.
When he spoke, she pulled back more to look around. She flushed brightly at his pet name, glancing down at the ground to meet Dario’s smug little gaze, heart accelerating. She gave a nervous, soft little giggle at his nickname, moving to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. She bit her lip, instead choosing to focus on the library.
”Uhm, over there please,” She gestured to a plush couch illuminated in sunlight from the nearby window. Dario darted over to the windowsill and made himself comfy, curling into a tight little ball and watching them with wide eyes. Talulla released Silas, climbing off the man gently. She pulled her satchel off, throwing her braid back over her shoulder and tucking her hair behind her ears. She bit her lip, flashing a nervous glance up at him and deliberating for a moment.
”Hey, you can… you can sit with me, if you want,” She offered, flushing bright red once more. ”After you pick your book, of course,” She amended with a bright grin as she leaned over and reached into the satchel, pulling her book free. She shifted, adjusting herself to make room for him as she tried to calm her thundering heart. He doesn’t have to sit by you if he doesn’t want to. |
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Post by inky on Dec 10, 2020 1:35:28 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
The princess let herself hum softly in response to him, a small smirk starting to form into the kiss the rich wood scent the mixed with flower scent oils muddling all other senses. Her hands remained on his chest, finger still wrapped around his shirt as she felt herself melt further into his arms. The wave of excitement that rushed through her was far more than the rush she'd felt in battle. This was new, and enticing. By the gods this was the biggest thrill she'd ever felt. As he pulled away from the kiss she felt the heat of her own cheeks rather than the warmth that radiated off of him. Her eyes glanced down for only a moment as she bit her lip trying to bit back the smile that had started spread. Anaris let herself look at him, the cheeky grin that welcomed the adorable dimples that placed themselves on his cheeks.
Her own hair had fall from the braid almost completely now, loose curls falling on her shoulders, her cheeks flushed redder than they'd been all day. At his comment Anaris only smiled more "It seems they were answered. Very well I might add." She said with a small laugh as she bit her lip again. The rise and fall of her own chest was deeper than normal, she could feel her heartbeat like a drum as he spoke. She took his breath away? Not before he'd done that same to her. Anaris took one deep calm breath to steady everything in her hazy mind.
"Well sir if you continue to kiss me like that and talk to to me with such pretty words I'm certain it will be my heart that will be captured." The princess once again had her eyes locked on him. It was then that he pressed the kiss against her forehead now. So soft and tender, she continued to smile, unable to wipe it off of her face. His flirtatious comment caused a deeper red hue to her cheeks and earn another soft giggle.
Resting her hands on his chest she smoothed out his shirt a bit, getting rid of the wrinkle in the fabric she'd caused. Her eyes met his again once she was done. "Manners? Those are for show, when it is just us there is no cause for manners my prince. We are to be wed after all, and should know each other a bit more before then.. Manners would get in the way of that." She shivered a bit as he let his hands trail down to her waist. His eyes left hers and the intense moment lightened for only a moment, allowing her to catch her breath a bit more. Anaris laughed, damage? No sparring had done them good.
"My entrancing prince the damage was fully intended and welcomed. If I may be as bold, I'd prayed for this damage since the ball." She shrugged her shoulders a bit, "Perhaps my dear prince I prayed that this was exactly what our sparring would end in." The princess raised her brow a bit hinting at that was exactly what she'd wanted to happen, her wishful plan had come to fruition. She giggled as she looked up at him leaning up against the tree as she did. Anaris now had control of her breathing but her heart still raced and her cheeks still burned and glowed a bright red, giving away the fact that she was still just as flustered.
»Silas Payne
Silas couldn’t help but blush at how she’d wrapped herself around him, she was so cute and sweet he wanted to hold her forever just breathing in the scent of lavender and feeling her warmth against him. It felt like home.he was glad she didn’t question the fact that he’d called her angel. The prince visibly relaxed, not that she could see it, he was sure she could feel it. He walked her over to the couch and slowly loosened his hold on her. As she got down he watched her closely making sure she was careful and didn’t fall. Then again if she did fall it would be on the soft couch so he guessed it wasn’t that bad right?
The prince's eyes widened a little as she asked him to sit next to her and his face slowly morphed from shock to pure happiness. “I’d love to sit with you, Princess. I’ll pick out my book quickly.” Silas flashed a big grin her way and he jogged off to go find something interesting to read with the ray of sunshine warming herself in the actual sunlight. It took him a few minutes to find one there were so many choices he couldn’t pick one so he picked three. Making his way back to the girl he sat next to her scooting his way to sit right next to her. “Which one do you recommend first?” The prince showed her all three of his books with an excited look on his face.
Once she’s told him which book he set the other books aside and he shifted to get comfortable beside her and he couldn’t quite do it. He looked at her for a moment thinking for a moment. Silas cleared his throat a little. “Oh uh would you mind if I put my arm around you? Uh if not it’s fine I’ll just scoot over.” The man said his face bright red with nervousness. She made him a mess. She was rubbing off on him already it seemed. He didn’t mind if it was around her, she made everything fuzzy. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 10, 2020 13:58:12 GMT -5
Orson
Orson found himself continuously surprised by Ana as time continued to flow past them, like a river over stone. Though, one might hope you would stop being so awestruck for two seconds to appreciate what is happening in the current moment, you dimwit. Here was this gorgeous, beautiful woman staring up at him in the moonlight after having just graced his lips with her own moments prior. She was close enough that her scent was muddled with his, in a way that he prayed she clung to his skin through their separation in the night. I don’t want to separate, though.
When she spoke, he laughed, low and soft in his chest, rumbling against them both. When he pulled back from the gentle kiss, he grinned widely at her, a hand tenderly coming up to brush her hair from her face and behind her ear once more. ”Princess, I have learned eons of poetry in a few short years, and only dream of my words being enough to ensnare such a wild thing as your heart. I am certain, however, that it will take much more than a “pretty word” to flatter you into submission,” He paused, sobering slightly as the heat returned in his chest, heart thundering faster.
Get it under control; you’ve had your fun, now remember your place! Ah, but there she went again surprising him and his manners with her statement. He was somewhat relieved to note that she didn’t care much for manners either. His mother was a strong woman, and had brought him up to respect his position and others well, but there was that wild bear of a child still inside this mischievous man. Manners wouldn’t last long between the two of them, it would seem.
”That is a relief, Princess, considering that my simple phrases are my strongest suit; I am not known quite as widely as I am for my good etiquette as I am for my tongue,” He grinned cheekily, eyebrows flicking up in a teasing manner. The double entendre was not to be missed, that was for certain. He leaned in slightly, savoring her laugh with a beam of his own, gaze soft and warm on her now, soaking her in like a golden ray of sun.
He quirked his eyebrow up at her statements, the gentleness replaced with a quick mischief, dark eyes glittering as he laughed more loudly now at her statement, shaking his head. ”My dear princess, we have the rest of our lives to get to know each other, luckily. It would seem that I may never fully know you with all your turns and twists, and I look forward very much to the challenge,” He admitted, cheeks flushing slightly. Alright sir, show at least a little decorum.
”As it were, the sparring was welcomed greatly, and I cannot lie Princess. I have had… my own prayers of damage since the moment I laid eyes on you. You are a stunning beauty, with an even more dazzling mind, and I cannot say that I am sorry for such damages. Sparring was… more than I could have hoped for.” He exhaled through the last words, breath hot on her face as he managed a nervous titter of a laugh. He turned then, finally releasing her to turn away, putting distance between them to clear his head. He gathered their practice weapons as an excuse, before turning a gleaming eye back toward her.
”Shall I accompany you to your bed chambers now? I am afraid I will be following you wherever you lead for a while now, regardless, as I have yet to lock in my bearings around here,” He charmed with a gentle smile, hints of dimples peeking out in his tanned cheeks. HIs eyes were shrouded now as he faced her, the moon backlight his features and concealing his expression as he fought to catch his breath, still struggling to contain his heart and lungs all together himself.
Talulla
Talulla couldn’t help but beam at Silas’ response to her invitation to sit by her. It was so friendly and welcome, and it was… refreshing to find someone who actually enjoyed her company, regardless of how weird or boring she might be. She felt the butterflies start to stir in her stomach, and she swallowed nervously, feeling a flush in her cheeks as she tried to calm her nerves. She focused instead on adjusting, trying not to jostle her ankle too much while Dario purred contentedly from the window. She giggled slightly at the kitten on the sill, watching them with half lidded eyes, his tail flicking lightly as he purred again. Wow, so glad Dario approves of Silas.
She looked up as Silas returned, smiling warmly again. As he asked her which she would recommend, she felt her heart thump erratically, warmth spreading in her cheeks. Never before had anyone asked for her opinion, or cared to know her preferences. She sobered slightly, hearth thundering on with the butterflies shooting up her throat, silencing her for a moment. This might as well have been his marriage proposal, because my goodness, I would say yes I think. She found herself fiddling with her braid and glanced down to find she had unwound the ends already. She gave a small shrug and began to continue to unwind as she seriously considered the books he held.
”Well, those are all actually really good. One has tales of fantasy and adventurous knights, much like we grew up hearing up about. One is an older text containing history of my kingdom that isn’t talked about much. And finally, one is about old magic that’s been forgotten and how to revive it,” She said matter of factly. She was very careful not to tell him which was which, all of the old books covered in similar leather outlines. She giggled, releasing her halfway undone braid to point at one. "So I guess this one is my recommendation,” She grinned mischievously before continuing to pull her hair free.
She waited until he settled, pulling the last strands free and shaking them loose. The gentle curls bounced lightly, waving gently down her back with the soft scent of flowers and grass. She blinked, face coloring to mirror his at his question, eyes wide and uncertain for a moment. She had never been faced with something like this, despite the simplicity. Most didn’t ask when they touched her. She swallowed hard, looking him up and down before her eyes flickered around them nervously. She shifted, tucking under his open arm and stretching out on the couch, resting her head in his lap, looking up at him from where she was now lying on her back. ”Is this okay, instead?” She asked, eyes wide and unsure, cheeks flushed and heart pounding nervously. Her fingerers curled tightly around her book as she held her breath.
Dario chirped then, sliding off the windowsill and hopping up onto Talulla’s stomach. He curled up comfortably and began purring, effectively trapping her there in Silas’ lap, a smug, contented expression written across his face. Talulla released the breath with a soft giggle, trying not to jostle Dario as she bubbled with laughter. |
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Post by inky on Dec 12, 2020 21:37:55 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
Her cheeks continued to hold their red hue, this prince had managed to fluster her beyond belief. She never before been so swept of her feet. Her heart fluttered a bit as he laughed, it was so deep and full of sincerity it was more than enough to bring a deeper color to her face. Anaris found herself leaning into his hand as he brushed some of her hair from her face, a soft smile rested on her lips as she watched him as he spoke. "Oh far more than pretty words indeed but, it is a welcome start." The princess laughed softly. He could feel the steady beat of his heart under her hand as it rested delicately on his chest. Feeling him lean in with his next statement caused the flush that grace her cheeks to spread all the way down her neck and up her ears.
The princess giggled unable to contain the flustered sound from escaping her. She had not missed the entendre and it not only flustered her but the familiarity behind his teasing had taken her by surprise. "Well my prince that is certainly something to pride yourself in." Anaris laughed again as she let herself lean against him closing the space between them for a moment, letting her chest rest against her hand and his chest. "I too look forward to getting to know you. My prince I am not the only one with twists and turns. Tonights meeting has been an insightful and thrilling one." She smiled looking down for a moment before meeting his eyes once more, "I look forward to many meetings like this once."
Anaris fell silent for a moment as he spoke, a dazzling mind? No one had complimented her on anything more than her beauty. He had genuinely paid attention to more than just their locked eyes and the flirtation. Orson had seen her and her face softened as it rested on him; the prince didn't know it but he was already capturing her heart with the pretty words. He moved away from her to gather the swords and she let the breath go that she'd been holding. Tucking another stand of hair behind her ear she smiled, laughing lightly. "More than I could have hoped for indeed my dear prince." Her voice was quite as she watched him gather the swords. Again he'd stolen her breath too. Anaris bit her lip gently, he seemed to know all the right things to say. It wasn't going to take long to fall for him it would seem.
She'd been so against marrying some random person but now she was all for it. He was kind and didn't scold her for being who she was, in fact he called her dazzling. Her heart fluttered just thinking about it. Anaris couldn't stop the smile that seemed to never leave her face. The red haired woman walked over to him, taking his arm gently, "I'd be honored to be your guild back to a more familiar setting." Anaris looked up at him her own smile mimicking his. "I can't have you getting lost your first night here. We have cake to try tomorrow, you wouldn't want to miss that would you?" She began to guild him back toward the castle. "The place can be confusing but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it in no time."
»Silas Payne
His eyes watched her as she took the choice of his book very seriously. Fascinating. Then he realized he had no idea which book was which and the princess had not given him anything to go off of. He was really putting his reading material in her hands right now. So the slightly worn leather covered book with no title it was. Not that that meant anything at all but he trusted her. All of them sounded like a interesting read anyway.
As her hair fell he was once again close enough to feel the wave of wildflowers and grass that rushed over him. Her scent was so intoxicating if felt like he could drown in her aroma. He'd let it happen to, what a way to go. The prince just sort of stared at her waiting for her answer to his question. He wanted to kiss her again, just the way her hair fell in the messy that was her curls and the sun the made it glitter like gold. How was she unmarried still? What idiot skipped this chance at the princess? Not that he'd wanted her married to anyone else, no he saw her for who she was and he found it rather easy to start feeling like she was the only thing that mattered in his life. Was these feelings? Did he have feelings for her already?
Before the prince could even think her head was rested in his lap her hair falling across his legs like a waterfall of sunlight. He stared down at her for a moment his cheeks flushing once more to match her's this time. She had sufficiently flustered him beyond words. In that moment she was just so beautiful, maybe it was the contrast in how she'd been earlier not speaking to him, brandishing a weapon at him, and riding through the forest like a wild woman, all of which had caused him to chase after her willingly. But she'd never been more beautiful than right now. Not in her dress done up with shaking hands and tears in her eyes. Not in the moonlight of the garden or in the dimly lit secret passages. Right here, in her safe place surrounded by books, and the sunlight dancing on her. Silas had stopped breathing as he looked down at her.
It was then that Dario jumped up on to the princess, it seemed he and the cat were in agreement. It wasn't okay, it was perfect. As she began to laugh the prince couldn't stop himself from joining her. Slowly the corners of his mouth turned up and he laughed with her trying to not move as much as he could as well. Talulla was infectious in all the right ways. "It seems Dario has answered for me, though I agree wholeheartedly. It is perfect." He said as he proper his arm up on the back of the couch and opened his book. "To happy reading princess." It seemed she'd picked the book on the history of her kingdom, good he was going to learn something about her and where she came from. He had told himself he wanted to learn everything about her, well here was the first step in doing that. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 12, 2020 22:09:46 GMT -5
Orson
Orson felt the cold of the sparring swords beneath his hands, a jolting, grounding feeling. Already, he missed the warmth of her skin beneath him, soft and vanilla scented. Honey flavored. Though, he was grateful for the small distraction to help him attempt to ground his thoughts. Otherwise, he was certain to make a fool of himself in her presence once more. As if you haven’t already done that.
He relaxed, smiling as she took his arm. He remained still for a moment, growing a bit more serious as he studied her face beneath the silvery moonlight. Then, with a devilish grin, he tugged her closer to him, pressing her against his side fully. ”Forgive me, for being selfish your highness, but it seems the night is suddenly too chilled for me to permit such space between us,” He taunted with a low rumble of a laugh before straightening, following her lead toward the castle.
Despite their difference in height, it would seem that the two had already found their rhythm—much as they had with dancing earlier that evening. The walk was not awkward, besides the faint electricity lingering between them from their broach of propriety moments earlier. However, he was grateful for Anaris’s starts of conversation. He laughed at the cake statement, turning to her with a hesitant, mischievous glint. ”I dunno, Ana. I doubt any cake tastes as sweet as you, honey bee,” He mused with a shy grin, turning his gaze forward. My little honey bee. A fitting name for the feisty princess, it would seem.
”If I get the hang of it, princess, then I’ll lose the most captivating guide to date. I’m afraid I simply won’t be learning, for once,” He teased once more, throwing a side glance her as they made their way back into the castle. He slowed their walk, slightly, to extend their time together further. Alas, despite their efforts, all too soon they arrived at her room. Orson guided them to a gentle stop, standing still for a long moment before turning his gaze downwards on her soft expression once more.
Here, in the dimwit passageway, he could hardly make out her features. Yet, still, her eyes shone like starlight in the glow of the faint candlelight flickering against the stone around them. It was enough to ignite sparks within him once more, and he gave a gentle grin to her, earnest with dimples. "Anaris, tonight has been one of the best nights I have had in a long time. I am forever in your debt. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning. I’ll meet you here so you can guide me to breakfast, yes?” He grinned as he pushed her door open, gently pushing her forward. He paused, however, catching her hand in his.
”Pleasant dreams, Princess,” he finished, bowing low and pressing his lips tenderly to her knuckles once more. He straightened before pulling back and turning, quickly beginning to stride off before he had the chance to make an even bigger fool of himself, heart thundering wildly in his chest.
Once in his room, Orson merely kicked his shoes off, stripping his shirt over his head and flopping backwards onto the soft bed. He stared up at the ceiling, mind racing with sleep as a distant memory. Ana really likes you… she kissed you back! She flirted with you with a wit unlike any other. She is the full package. He smiled, unable to resist, heart swelling at the thought of his lovely bride to be. ”Man, I am so lucky!”
The next morning arrived rather quickly, though Orson didn’t notice. Having no idea when he’d fallen asleep or how, the prince rose with the faint hint of sunlight peeking over the lands around them. He groaned, muscles tense and swore as a result from their sparring the night before. He made his way to the adjourning bathroom, drawing a warm bath and sinking into the bubbles, scrubbing himself clean. He then settled on a simple, silken shirt of rich burgundy, leaving the collar a bit looser than some, and some black, fitted pants that hugged tightly to his frame and matched the buttons on his shirt. He cuffed the sleeves, and then slipped on a simple pair of black dress shoes before heading down the hall. He arrived outside Ana’s bedroom once more, hesitating for a moment. He straightened, rolling his shoulders back proudly with a hint of courage as he gave a gentle knock on the door.
”Princess? Are you up?”
Talulla
Talulla, quite honestly, had shocked herself. She wasn’t usually one to be so bold or forward, despite her affectionate ways in touch and words. However, with Silas, she found it so much easier to just be her silly and improper self around; carefree and bold, unafraid to cross lines that were frowned upon and to be unapologetically herself. It was both exhilarating and exhausting simultaneously, but above all else it was mainly exhausting. How does one keep up with the back and forth of such strong emotions?
She was really quite grateful for Dario, too, in that moment, smug little kitten that he is. She couldn’t help but be relieved that he made the decision for them. She wasn’t sure how she would have reacted (or recovered, for that matter) if Silas had said, “Actually, no, it’s not alright, and now I’m cancelling the wedding you freaky, impolite little girl.”
Not that he’d ever say that, of course. She knew that. But, in her head, anything was plausible.
She was drawn from her thoughts by Silas’s responding laughter, intertwining with her own. She grew slightly serious, expression shifting into that familiarly befuddled one she seemed to frequent. It was that searching look as she studied him intensely, eyes seeming to try to probe through his skin and straight into his brain. Did he really mean perfect? About you? You, the worst and most imperfect princess to exist? Her expression shifted as her lips pursed slightly, eyebrows coming to lower a bit into slight confusion, laughter subsiding below his.
She still couldn’t quite figure this prince out.
She blinked, glancing back up quickly as he spoke again, eyes wide and face relaxed into her usual state of absentmindedness. She gave a brilliant grin at his statement, shifting and snuggling up against him, leaning her head against his stomach and shoulders against his leg, drawing her good leg up under her and leaving her bad one stretched out. "Very happy reading, indeed," She mused, falling silent once more. Dario continued his purring as she rest her book just above him on her sternum, returning to the depths of history, nearly finished.
She began to read, mind drifting from Silas and into his kingdom’s old lore instead as she continued to search for answers to better understand this puzzlement of a man. However, it would seem that her body had other plans. She started with a small yawn that she easily suppressed, followed by a deep sigh of contentment, muscles relaxing further into the man. Her breathing deepened slightly as her eyelids began to droop, drowsiness returning with a larger, more ferocious yawn.
After all, her nap had been rudely interrupted, and the morning had been nothing short of eventful.
Lying across his lap, warmed by him and the sunlight and surrounded by books, with the soft sounds of pages turning against each other in tune with the faint crackling of leather, and the steady rhythm of Silas’s breathing harmonizing with the warm scent of old parchment and just, well, Silas himself, Talulla found herself being coaxed back into sleep.
And, so, she allowed herself to do just that.
She became heavier against him, fully resting on him with the deadweight of slumber as she dozed off, book falling forward to rest against her chest. Her face went slack, mouth falling open below rosy cheeks as she returned to the peaceful slumber in which Silas had found her that morning in the meadow. |
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Post by inky on Dec 13, 2020 1:52:42 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
As her foot hit the ground taking the first step toward the castle she turned her gaze to him. He hadn't moved, why was that? Her eyes met him once more as he studied her, she did the same. Moments later the grin riddled with mischief gave insight to his plan. Before she had any time to process she was met with his warm as the two began walking very close to the other. She began to smile, biting her lip a bit.
Anaris laughed at his reasoning behind his so-called selfishness, "Oh yes, of course, I will make sure to keep everything below your shoulders warm." The woman shook her head, letting her opposite hand rest on his arm as well the two continued walking. Surprising enough she didn't struggle to keep up with him, the two managed to find that perfect speed almost instantly. It was seamless and being close to him like this was both calming and exhilarating. It wasn't until she heard the nicknames he'd given her that the flush returned to her face. Not only had he called her Ana, but a rather adorable pet name. A smiled was painted across her lips instantly, she was going to match, if not supersede his teasing. "Well, you can always enhance the flavor if we mixed the two." The woman looked at him for a moment before laughing leaning her head against him for a moment. "I can just see everyone's faces."
They walked a bit further, their pace slowing down as they entered the castle. "I'll make sure to take a different path each time, that way it always feels new," Anaris said catching his glance with one of her own, followed by a teasing smirk. It wasn't long before her room came into view, the halls were dark and she could barely make him out, but the light caught the smile and the irresistible dimples that accompanied it. Her head dipped down as her face flushed once more, "I share your sentiment, I haven't had this much fun, ever." She let him guild her inside, finally letting go of his arm she started to walk in, "I'll see you in the morning bright and early." It was then that his hand caught her's and her brows raised for a moment as she let herself turn toward him. The kiss sent electricity up her fingertips and all the way up to her chest. Sending her heart racing once again. She couldn't stop the smile, that was seeming to make a permeant home on her lips, from spreading. "Pleasant dreams," She paused as he bowed and turned to leave. "Dimples." Anaris didn't give him time to react as she closed the door softly.
Turning around she leaned against the door and sunk to the ground letting out a deep breath, the smile still plastered on her lips. "Wow." She breathed cupping her cheeks, staying there for a good while just letting everything set in. She finally rose after what felt like forever of sitting there holding her face and giggling lightly. She slipped into her nightgown and got in bed waiting for sleep to take her but it seemed that her mind had other ideas for now. Filled with the prince and their interactions throughout the day. She drifted to sleep and the dreams of what was to come.
When morning came she was woken with the sounds of a bath being drawn. She stirred and blinked her eyes open not moving for a moment. It didn't take long for her servant to fetch her and make her get up. Anaris wasn't really a morning person, but today was a bit different. She had something to look forward to. The prince. So she bathed and dressed in a more simple than she had the day before. It was a deep purple color and the sleeves fell off her shoulders and sported a corset bodice. The skirt was loose and flowed around her and had a slit halfway up her leg for movement. Her hair was loose and pushed away from her, she opened the door and her blue gaze locked on Orson at once. She offered him a smile, "Good morning Prince Orson." Anaris gave him a small curtsy and slipped out of her room shutting the door behind her. Leaving her lady's maid to clean up, they didn't need an escort to breakfast. They'd be fine.
»Silas Payne
He started to loose himself in the historical book, this was nice. A beautiful princess in his lap, an oddly intelligent cat purring on her and a book picked by the pretty princess. He was currently reading a section about a battle that wasn't covered in a lot of history books because it lasted all of two hours once the fighting started. Her kingdom had dominated against the attacking kingdom. That seemed similar to the princess actually, underestimating but surprisingly terrifying when it was needed. The man glanced at her when she first yawned but again focused on his book and how it reminded him of her.
He was pulled from his thoughts as he felt the full weight of her head against him.Silas looked down at her to see the same peaceful sleeping girl he'd woken up in the field. The prince couldn't help but smile, she was tired and he wasn't going to wake her this time. Slowly he set his book down on the couch just looking at Talulla, she was such an enigma. She puzzled him more than anything had even. And he practiced magic, so that said a lot.
Again the want to kiss her raced through his mind, but he couldn't, that would wake her up and she'd been out all night and in the morning, she needed her sleep more than he needed a kiss from her. Letting out a soft sight her settled for gently playing with her golden strands. He pushed her hair away from her face pausing as he tucked her hair behind her ear before continuing to gently braid and unbraid her hair. Yes he knew how to braid, he was the oldest sibling and he had two sisters and long hair.
Twenty minutes passed and his hands began to move slower as the warmth of the sun and the feeling of peace set in more and more. Again she was infectious bringing a sense of calm to Silas. He wasn't bored which had for a long time been his default outlook, he just felt calm and safe. It was like her a perfect mess of emotion. Silas noticed her mouth open slightly as she fell deep into sleep and he chuckled softly as he began to drift off himself. His head rested in his hand that was propped up on the couch making it easy to watch her while his other hand gently rested against her head. All petting had stopped and he drifted to sleep lulled by the purring of the kitten and the rhythm of her breathing. His own breath synchronizing with the rise and fall of her chest the three napped in peace together. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 14, 2020 18:30:09 GMT -5
Orson
Orson wondered if Ana would ever cease to take his breath away. The night before, she had stolen it with the simple, cheeky nickname that had been her parting graces and had rung in his ears like a resounding gong all night. Jarring, but beautiful and striking. No one had ever given him a nickname, and certainly not anyone as radiant and brilliant as the princess.
Yet, here she was, the next morning, somehow more beautiful than his last encounter. She appeared, bright eyed and refreshed, smelling of peppermint and vanilla, and looking for all the world like a brilliant orchid. She was striking and friendly, clearly not even trying at all as she stole any coherent thought away from him with that dazzling smile.
He couldn’t help but stare for a long moment as she curtseyed, forgetting all his manners as he let his eyes travel over her for a moment. Then, his gaze quickly returned to hers, heat rising in his chest and cheeks as he bent forward in a gentle bow, a timid smile escaping him. She is far too glorious for someone as plain as you. You and your plain burgundy shirt! Could you not have put forth at least a little effort into your outfit for today? Orson, dress to impress!
”Princess, you look as beautiful as an orchis mascula, and smell just as sweet,” He finally managed, straightening with that all too familiar twinkle of mischief in his eyes. He offered his arm to the woman, gently leading her forward and letting her door shut behind them.
Once more, he was amazed at how easily they matched pace, and how snugly she fit against his side. He couldn’t help but stare, in awe of the beauty that shone off her as golden rays dripped in from the windows, draping across her profile. Her long lashes fluttered, delicate as a dandelion tuft, her plump, sweet lips upturned in a gentle smile. He was positively star struck.
However, he finally managed to give himself a shake, returning his gaze forward and summoning all his courage once more to begin.
”I hope that you slept well last night, Princess. I myself do not remember drifting off, only that I was plagued with the most peculiar dream. Someone very much like you challenged me to a fantastical duel of both blade and wits, and I quite nearly lost. How strange and how vivid this dream was, indeed,” He teased, turning his gaze to hers with a glimmer of a smirk dancing along his lips, the deviousness written across his warm features.
Talulla
Talulla was soothed into a deep sleep by the gentle atmosphere they had created. It had been a very long time since Talulla had allowed herself to fall asleep in front of someone, much less on that someone. She was pretty still for most of her slumber, soothed by the feeling of Silas’ fingers in her hair. However, the longer she slept, the more her brain began to process. In the windowsill, small flowers began to bloom, creeping up the trellis and pressing against the glass, struggling to reach them.
Talulla’s dreams took a turn from sweet to dark. It started off with her in the labyrinth of a garden, in her mother’s pavilion. She could hear who she presumed to be Silas calling her, laughter in the background, so she turned to leave. But the path was gone; different than she remembered. No matter. She turned down the side path instead.
Silas called out to her once more, but she couldn’t seem to figure out which direction he was, so she cut to the right at the fork. Silas’ voice didn’t change, still calling for her just ahead around the next bend. She began to run, but instead turned to find herself right back where she started. Only, this time, the pavilion was dying. The grass was sickly looking, the trees drooping, and the swing’s rope had frayed to be unsafe for seating. She felt her chest constrict slightly, turning back on her heel and darting back into the foreign maze. This time, she took a left at the fork.
But, alas, Silas did not appear. Instead, she found herself at the broken version of her mother’s pavilion. Only this time, her father was sitting, waiting for her on the cracked bench. He had a drink in his glass, and her nose crinkled in distaste a the bitter scent.
Outside of her dreamscape, Talulla went from peaceful to concerned, starting to fidget uncomfortably. She mumbled softly, incoherently, forehead wrinkling as her eyebrows knit together. She shifted, crawling further up on to Silas, releasing her book to instead draw her arms close, pulling into herself as she slept further into her dream.
Her father made no move toward her, instead positively glowering as Talulla began to scramble backwards, stumbling as her sore ankle fought her. She managed to twist around and began running in the maze now, branches ripping at her skin as she began to call out for Silas, hearing his resounding calls just ahead of her once more, laughter beckoning her further. At the fork, she froze before diving straight into the bush ahead of her. She fought through the branches and leaves, thrashing slightly as she went. She finally broke free, stumbling forward into a new clearing.
Except, it was still her mother’s pavilion.
Her heart raced on, body trembling as she turned to face her father once more. He was sitting there, slumped forward over his cup, gray in color. Everything around them was gray and dead, flies buzzing in the distance with the sour smell of deep dirt. Talulla felt a chill take her over as she turned. There, on the swing, was her mother. Her back was towards Talulla, hunched forward as she moved back and forth, slowly. Talulla felt her chest constrict as she struggled for control, feeling an unseen rope dragging her forward as she seemed to draw closer and closer to her mom, despite her efforts.
She reached the swing, hand coming out to rest on her mother’s shoulder. It was then that she realized her mother’s dress was dirty and tattered, her hair matted and full of earth and worms. Her skin was paper thin and yellow in color. Her hand came up to grasp Talulla’s digging in to her skin and Talulla trembled, looking down at it.
Her mother’s hand was all bone, clean and white, flesh completely gone.
At this point Talulla jerked awake with a strangled sound that was a mix between a scream and a sob. She shot up, knocking an indignant Dario to the ground and sending her book toppling as she shook, struggling to make sense of her surroundings heart racing and lungs fighting to get air as she began to panic.
The dream had just been so real that she could still feel the chill in her bones and smell the sour earth, hearing the flies buzz and the sharp tug of thorns as she ran. She could still feel her mother’s bones on her hand, and it was enough to send her hyperventilating as she shook, eyes dilated and staring ahead at nothing. She could hear her mom still calling her, realizing it wasn’t Silas calling her at all I the dream, and she clamped her hands over her ears, shaking her head to try to get it to stop, gasping for air as she did. |
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Post by inky on Dec 14, 2020 22:52:39 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
Her eyes rested on him as he stared at her, watching as he hastily bowed to her. He was so cute when he was nervous. Anaris hooked her arm in his and let him lead her. She paused for a moment and moved closer to him for just a moment fixing his collar as one side had flipped upwards with his hurried bow. Her fingers lingered for a moment before she moved away "An Orchis Mascula? The woman said raising a brow at him, "I've read about those flowers, though we don't have any in our garden so I've never actually seen one." Anaris said as she moved with him once more heading down the hall.
As they walked in step with the other she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips. Today they'd be tasting cakes together and working out details of their wedding together. She'd insisted on having a say in what was going to happen that day. It was their wedding after all they should have some choices right? Then after that maybe the two could escape the castle and she could show him the kingdom he'd be ruling with her. The way she saw it. Often the princess left the castle a went into town, covered up of course for safety, but she loved being among the people of her kingdom. It was them who really made up their kingdom anyway. Sure she was royalty and ran everything but it was the people who really held everything up. Plus the common people were more fun than stuffy royals. Her thoughts had drifted to past adventures for a moment when Orson's voice brought her back very quickly.
Once again she held his gaze as he spoke, the princess couldn't help but laugh. "How strange, I had a very similar dream only someone very much like yourself sparred with me. Handsome, and brilliant, both in his fighting and his words." Her smile mimicked his own as she bumped him lightly with her hip. "Speaking of adventures. After our, wedding planning," She paused for a moment, wedding planning. Their wedding. Her heart fluttered with excitement, "Would you like to see the kingdom? Outside of the castle walls?" Anaris asked tilting her head slightly to the side as she did. Of course, she was sure he knew they weren't exactly allowed out of the castle whenever. That wasn't safe it was deemed. But she'd never run into trouble she couldn't handle, plus with him there everything would go smoothly. And if it didn't, she knew the roads like the back of her hand. As long as mother didn't catch them all would be well. "If you are up for a little mischief that is. I'd be much safer to wander with you by my side as well." A small smile danced on the corners of her lips, as she coaxed him to join her on the field trip.
»Silas Payne
Silas was usually the kind to wake up, naps had never really been his strong suit. Once he was up that was it, but having the princess there with him and having been up late himself kept him a pretty sound sleep. Her scent danced through his dreams and the sound of her laughter echoed in his mind. Not much of a dreamer his mind was surprisingly active for once.
Lavender and grass filled the air and he ran after the giggling beauty. He looked down at his hand and there was a ring, his hand seemed to have aged a bit. His eyes returned to her, she seemed to have grown up a little too. Perfect as ever. They were running through a huge field as the sunset turning the sky different shades of pink and purple. It was almost as stunning as her. Then the softer giggles cause him to whip his head around. Behind them ran two children? Confused he stopped but the children did not they kept running. Racing past him they jump into Talulla's arms and the three went crashing down into the grass a fit of laughter following them.
Again confused he watched them from where he stood, getting a better look at the kids. One had hair like the princess, the little boy, his hair was long curly, and wild. The boy's eyes were green like his though... and the girl had dark hair which seemed to lighten at the ends with natural sun-kissed highlights and eyes as deep brown as.. her mother's? These were their children..
His eyes when wide, they were happy. They were a family. Silas' heart was fuzzy and warm as a smile broke the confusion and he ran over to the three and joined them on the ground trying to grab all of them in his arms. Luckily the princess, well queen now, trapped the two small children between them. Nearby sat a black cat, fully grown now watching as he did eyes resting calmly on a happy Talulla.
As the princess shot up from her sleep he was ripped from the happy little fantasy. He awoke with wide eyes, shock painted across his face. When had he fallen asleep?
Slowly shock melted into concern as he realized the young woman was having a panic attack. She must have had a bad dream. Really bad. "Hey. Talulla." He said softly but her hands were over her ears and she was shaking. "Talulla?" The prince shifted around, getting off the couch and settling below her, crouched by the seat. His hands moved to her wrists gently holding her. "Taulla, it is okay. It was a dream." He said calling to her once again. Silas moved her hands from her ears and took her in his arms holding her face with his hands now. "Breathe with me. It is okay. I'm here, it was a dream. You are safe." The prince spoke softly, what could she have dreamed that was this bad. He brought their heads together, kissing her forehead softly before letting his forehead rest against hers breathing steadily. "Just copy my breathing. It is okay." Silas breathed with her as long as she needed.
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 15, 2020 17:19:09 GMT -5
Orson
Orson couldn’t fight the faint shudder that travelled down his spine at her fingers along his collarbone. He felt heat blossom in his chest and rise to his cheeks, but pretended not to notice as she adjusted his shirt, instead forcing himself to look away from her lips as she spoke. Get it together. She is a lady, first and foremost. Have some respect.
”Orchis Mascula is one of my favorite variations of orchids. The vibrant purples are absolutely beautiful when they first bloom towards the end of April, and I love how they burst forth in little clusters,” He beamed, gushing a little. There were few things Orson loved more than flowers, although it seemed Anaris was quickly working her way up that list. Have you any dignity?
He was more than grateful for the comfortable silence that swallowed them up and kept him from embarrassing himself further. It also allowed him a moment to gain composure, so by the time he offered the flirtatious statement, he was more than himself in his usual devious nature, mischief glittering through his dark gaze.
She accepted his tease with grace, and he couldn’t help but flush at her compliment, losing the charm for a moment. ”Well, surely he is better than I, for I am certainly neither of those. Although, you could be referring to yourself, in which case you are more than brilliant, and quite handsome,” He teased with warmth, nudging her lightly with his shoulder before tugging her closer, smiling as he slowed their pace. He was quickly becoming quite fond of their little walks together, when he could have her all to himself. You absolute scoundrel.
He perked up slightly at her mention of adventure and wedding planning, ignoring the strange feeling in his chest at her mention of the wedding. He tried to ignore her pause, or what it could mean, instead nodding in encouragement. A brilliant grin lit up his face at her offer of touring the kingdom, a small glint of mischief returning as he turned his head away, thinking for a moment, attempting to hide his faint blush at her own nudge.
”Me? Up for mischief? Darling, I invented it. I would more than be up to a little mischief that involves exploring… my future kingdom,” He finished, pausing before turning the bright smile towards her.
”What all do we have to last through before we can sneak off?” He asked, not quite remembering the schedule his mother had ran through him before they arrived. He had been far too nervous to keep up with it, plus he still wasn’t too happy about both of them leaving father for so long, even if his brothers were still back home with him.
Talulla
Talulla was very much not okay. Over and over her mind raced rapidly through the events of her dream, flashing before her like a horrific movie she couldn’t shut off. She felt like her chest was caving in, her mother’s voice growing shriller in her ears as she pressed tighter, face contorting in pain as she continued to gasp for air, feeling like she couldn’t escape. She didn’t even notice Silas move at first, squeezing her eyes shut with a grimace as she shook her head, muttering, ”No, no, no, please stop, stop, make it stop!” She seemed stuck in a loop herself, like a broken record, pleas becoming more fervent.
She jumped, jerking back as Silas wrapped his hands around her wrists, giving another strangled sound of fear as she struggled against him for a moment. She still couldn’t realize it was him at first, feeling only her mother’s bones against her skin. It was just too much. She pulled back as he pulled her hands from where they had been gripping her hair, bursting into tears with a soft sob, still fighting for breath. She calmed slightly, however, as Silas gathered her against him, letting the poor confused prince pull her from the couch and into his lap on the floor, holding her face in his hands. She struggled to control her breath, truly fighting to calm down and slow her tears, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. Very warm and covered in flesh and alive. When he kissed her forehead, her eyes closed as she finally took a shaking breath, filling her lungs fully as she began to hiccup for breath, seeing spots.
She focused on Silas now, eyes on his desperately, once more searching him fervently for something as she felt his breath on her cheeks, forcing herself to match his. She was still shaking like a small leaf, but gradually she felt herself begin to steady, heart slowing down as her vision cleared, tears slowing. Silas waited with her, present fully, hands cupping her cheeks and forehead on hers. They were close enough that his breath fanned across her face with every exhale they took, warm and alive and safe.
When he pulled back slightly, she felt a slight flash of panic, hands flying up to wrap around his shirt, clutching desperately with a slight tug. But she relaxed a little as she realized he wasn’t leaving her. ”Are you okay?” She became still, finally, eyes searching his face from a long moment as the tears slow, giving a loud and ungraceful sniffle to break the suddenly heavy silence. He was still merely inches from her, still holding her and staring at her in a way that sent her heart racing for yet another reason.
”I’m… sorry,” She finally managed, dropping her gaze as she released her clutch on his shirt to instead put her hands over his with a deep breath, steadying herself once more. ”I haven’t had a… dream like that in a really long time,” She finally managed, cheeks flooding with new heat as she gave another soft sniffle. She brought her gaze up to his, looking more apologetic and small than she had ever looked in their short time together.
”I’m really sorry, that I woke you up from your nap,” She apologized, again, bottom lip poking out slightly. Her eyes were wide, cheeks slightly flushed, and her head tilted faintly into his hand. She held his gaze, shoulders slumped as her thumb lightly ran across his hand, staying within inches of his nose, butterflies exploding in her stomach as she realized just how close they were. Close enough to kiss. Though, that was hardly appropriate considering she had just terrorized this poor man and ruined his nap completely. You’re such a… ruiner! You ruin everything. She swallowed hard, genuine sorrow creeping in to her apologetic gaze. |
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Post by inky on Dec 15, 2020 17:44:08 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
He was so cute, beaming about flowers. She'd never seen someone get so excited over something like that before and he certainly didn't look the type to get excited over a flower. Yet it somehow fit him perfectly. She was fascinated by flowers but her knowledge only came from her books. Of course, that was more than enough considering the large libraries they had but she'd mostly read the medical ones, so interesting that leaves from a plant could heal illness. Of course, if she was asked to actually go find one of those flowers she'd be at a loss unless she had her book. Well, now she supposed she could have him by her side instead of the book.
As he nudged her shoulder she snapped from her thoughts of searching the gardens for any flower she could name and the woman giggled lightly. "You flatter me my prince." The pace slowed and she fell instep with him easily, she didn't mind that he wanted to take his time, in fact she welcomed it. It was nice to be fully herself here with him. No mother to give her the look for not being a lady. Why did she have to be a lady anyway? A silly notion she thought, what was the point. Ladies were boring, she'd much rather her way of life than her mothers without a doubt.
As he lit up at her offer she couldn't help but grin as well. This was going to be so much fun. Anaris could show him the real jewels of the kingdom and it would help getting around with him by her side. Of course she would also have to hold on to him somehow so he didn't loose her in the crowds. Her cheeks flushed lightly at the thought of holding his hand. The princess turned slightly, bringing her other hand to rest on his arm, facing him as they walk. It was clear she was thrilled that he was going to join her. "You'll actually come with me?" She asked, disbelief crossing her face for a moment, looking away from a moment she lit up, he'd already agreed after all. "It'll be so much fun! I know all the best places to go and some of the loveliest people. And the food I know the best places to eat too!" Now it was her turn to gush a bit.
His words about their plans today snapped her out of it quickly. Plans, their wedding plans. Of course that came first, her mother would never let her out of her sights if it didn't, they had been warned to not be late after all. "Oh! Well we have a cake tasting which I'm sure won't be too bad as long as you like cake?" Anaris raised a brow at the last part making sure he liked the sweet baked good. Some people didn't she had to make sure. "And after that we will probably have to discuss with mother some details and from there we are free for the rest of the day."
»Silas Payne
The prince stayed as long as she needed, Talulla was having trouble focusing and calming herself down but he wasn't going anywhere. Even when she feared he was and he fingers wrapped around is shirt, he stayed. He couldn't help but chuckle a little, it probably wasn't the best time to do that, but she was just so cute. Silas was falling head over heels for this clingy mess of a girl, and he was enjoying his fall.
His thumb ran over her cheek, wiping away any tears that dampened her cheeks. A soft smile firmly on his lips, he shook his head as she apologized. "Don't be sorry, princess." He wiped another tear away softly caressing her face. "My dream was over anyway, you are more important than any nap I'm having." Silas said as her eyes met his, there it was again. That sadness, that hurt he hated to see on her face and in her eyes. But the weight of her leaning into his hand and the lack of distance between them both made his brain all fuzzy. But why was she so sad.
That same scent from his dream surrounded him as he looked at the sad angel in his arms. Lavender and grass. It was a smell he was starting to love more are more as he breathed with her. Again he found himself lost in her, he didn't want her sad anymore. He wanted more than anything to kiss her, a run off into the sunset like in his dream.
Kiss her...
You idiot, she is crying.
Kiss her.
As if his body moved on its own he leaned in, closing the space between them. His lips pressed against hers as his thumb wiped away any more tears that had fallen from her eyes. Silas' hands still held her face gently, his other hand tilting her head up toward him, his thumb under her chin. He couldn't help himself, he had wanted to kiss her all day, even with a dagger pointed at him he'd wanted to kiss her. As she slept peacefully, both on the ground and in his lap. While pouting on this hospital bed the words had echoed within. In his dream, he'd been pulled from. Her. He wanted her, and that was it, there was nothing else happening in his mind. No war, no debt, no wedding, no cold king, no manners. Just her. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 15, 2020 18:55:20 GMT -5
Orson
Orson felt her gaze on him as he gushed, pulling more heat from his chest to his cheeks. He tried to ignore the flare, instead pretending he didn’t notice her staring at him with that starstruck look. I’m anything but special, silly Princess.
He gave a low rumble in his chest at her response, rather enjoying the way she called him “my prince”. He perked up a little, puffing his chest out slightly. Orson had never been one for titles or ownership before, but with this lovely princess, he rather enjoyed being… hers. It left a fuzzy feeling of what he could only presume to be butterflies sending his stomach a twirl, not that he minded. It was worth it, to have her beautiful eyes on him.
Get a grip, you lovesick puppy!
He blinked, startled from his spiraling thoughts when her hand came into contact with his arm. His eyebrows quirked upwards as he tilted his head, leaning down slightly to catch her gaze, a small smile pulling free, eyes softening as she gushed. She’s absolutely precious. A low rumble of a laugh echoed through his broad chest as he nodded, a wide grin stretching free across his face.
”Of course I’ll come with you, Princess. I have to make sure my bride to be isn’t getting into too much mischief,” He teased with a low laugh, smiling warmly at her. ”I cannot wait to dig into more of the delicious food here,” He agreed with a nod.
As her mood shifted a bit at his mention of the wedding plans, he frowned a bit. She didn’t seem too happy or excited about spending time with her parents on the details of their wedding. Does she not… want… me? He did his best to brush it off, ignoring the faint nagging in the back of his mind as he leaned in. He laughed warmly at her question, loud and broad, shaking his head slightly.
”I have the biggest sweet tooth known to man, darling,” He teased. After a slight pause, and a cheeky smirk, he continued. ”That’s probably why I like you so much.”
He ignored the faint flush in his cheeks at the embarrassment of how cheesy that had come off, instead nodding in excitement at her statement. He could handle discussing a few details with her mother. He liked his future mother in law well enough, from what he had gathered thus far. How lucky I am to gain such a wonderful family. I know not everyone is as fortunate, especially with arranged marriages.
Talulla
Talulla swallowed hard at his chuckle, stomach twirling for a completely different reason. Gradually, as they had sat there breathing each other’s breath, the sour smell of dirt had left her to be replaced by Silas’s gentle warmth. He smelled like warm pine and fresh cut Frasier and plants after rain. All her favorite scents combined into one. It was calming and soothing and exhilarating all at once. She felt the butterflies stir more as he spoke, her eyes holding his boldly for once. Her gaze was wide, expression a strange combination of sorrow, apology, and adoration? Yes, that was it. Adoration for this man in front of her.
Talulla swallowed hard as new guilt filled her gut, squashing all the butterflies like an anvil. Talulla didn’t deserve this kindness or sweetness from him. He didn’t deserve her weird break downs or bizarre nightmares or panic that she carried. She bit her lip lightly, leaning further into his hand, pouting a bit more t his statement. ”You flatter me too much,” She started to argue, but she never got to finish.
Silas leaned in, pulling her to him. Her eyes widened in surprise as her heart took off, butterflies ripping free and shooting through her body like electric sparks. Talulla felt heat flood her cheeks under his palms as he tilted her up towards him. She was shocked into stillness, body locked in place like a marble statue beneath him as he kissed her.
She was only frozen for a moment.
She closed her eyes, leaning into the kiss and closing the space between them, hands falling from where they were covering his. She allowed them to climb up his chest and tangle in his hair, deepening the kiss slightly as she did, pulling herself closer to him, almost hungrily. All she could think was his name over and over in her brain.
Silas, Silas, Silas, Silas, my Silas, Silas, Silas, Silas… |
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Post by inky on Dec 15, 2020 19:23:41 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
Her smile seemed to find a place permanently on her lips in this moment. In a few moments with him actually. "Well now that you are here I wont be getting into any mischief alone." She beamed at him excited to finally have someone to join her. It was scary going out alone sometimes, but that had never stopped her. It was just now she'd feel safer with him there. She hadn't meant for her tone to drop or seem like she wasn't excited about marrying him, but the idea of showing him the kingdom was much more thrilling. After all they had to get to know each other it wouldn't be long before their were married. She'd always wanted to marry for love and he was working his way into her heart but she wanted to spend more time with him alone.
Under the watchful eyes of her mother they'd never know each other till after they were wed. After all she had to be proper around her all the time and it was terribly boring and not who she was at all. But it seemed he enjoyed the feisty woman that she was and that meant more than any pretty words. Though, it didn't hurt that he was constantly complimenting her.
Speaking of complimenting her, hearing him say he liked her made her cheeks turn bright red. "From what I remember you were pretty sweet last night." Anaris said nudging him with her hip again. The room came into view as the turned down the hall. Her eyes turned to him once more and she offered him a small smile before pushing her shoulders back and turning into the proper princess she was always told to be. Her mother would have lost it seeing her wrapped around his arm the way she'd been. "Lets go eat some cake."
As they walked into the room her eyes scanned the room, there was a number of cakes for them to try as well as other snack items for everyone. Her eyes turned to him for moment again, clearly she was a bit on edge considering her mother was currently staring her down.
"So you made it on time, perfect we can begin as scheduled. Sit." Her mother spoke gesturing for the two to sit down, he voice was soft, and not over demanding at least for now. So the two did just that, they walked over a sat down beside each other. She was next to her mother and he was next to his. Anaris offer his mother a warm smile in greeting, "I hope your room was to your liking your highness?"
»Silas Payne
Everything vanished around them it felt like, kissing her made the world stop turning and the only thing he could feel other than her was his own heart bursting in his chest. He felt her body tense against the sudden kiss but it didn't stop him, as long as she wasn't pushing him away he was going to enjoy this moment with her. It was reaction seconds later that surprised him.
Her hands moving up his chest and into his hair sent a rush of electricity through every inch of his body, where her hands went the sensation was all the more intense. His eyebrow quirked as she pulled herself closer but he gladly accepted letting one hand drop to the small of her back to support her as he continued to kiss her.
Silas didn't even care if someone walked in at this point. They were in a very compromising position but it didn't matter. He didn't this moment to ever end. He found himself pulling her even closer almost sending himself backward but he managed to keep them from falling for now. Not that he would have minded, but that would have been a tough thing to explain to anyone. There was very little control in his brain, his mind was consumed with her scent, her touch, her. The prince had used his hand that was on her back to hold himself up, his other hand making its way to the nape of her neck. As the heat through his body screamed for her. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 15, 2020 19:52:44 GMT -5
Orson
Orson loved watching Ana struggle to stop smiling. The princess was radiant, always, but her smile? Blinding. His heart raced as she turned up to him, face crimson and eyes shy. His own cheeks gathered rouge, warm and bright under her gaze.
”Princess, I don’t think pinning you against a tree is anywhere near sweet,” He teased with a soft snort, mischief glittering in his dark gaze. He stretched, shifting to make her more comfortable as they adjusted, putting on his proper prince face. Standing straight, chest puffed proudly as he escorted the lovely girl in.
Under her mother’s sharp glare, the prince held his ground, gently placing a reassuring hand over Ana’s where it was tucked under his arm. He released Ana to bow respectfully to the queen, then gently took her hand to kiss in greeting. ”Good morning your Majesty. Very excited to see what you have picked out for us,” He grinned.
Queen Devika made her way over in that moment, reaching her arms up. Orson politely stepped to the side, greeting his mother with a warm hug and kiss on the cheek. ”Hello Mother,” He greeted with a laugh as she fixed his collar, brushing down his arms and smoothing his shirt.
”Good morning, my darling. Sleep well?” She asked, tone innocent. Though the quirking of her brow and familiar mischief in her gaze revealed that she knew more than she was letting on. Orson swallowed nervously, flashing a look of concern to Anaris and her mother, though the two didn’t seem to be acting any differently than he had seen in his short time here.
Hopefully, she doesn’t know.
As they went to sit, Orson politely made his way down to pull all of their chairs out, staring with Ana’s mom, followed by his own, then ended with Ana. He could see his mother smiling, and was glad to know she was proud to see his years of etiquette paying off. As Ana leaned over him, he sat back a little, though retained his regale posture, turning to gaze politely at his mother as well.
”Oh, I slept perfectly. Perfectly splendidly, really. Your home is quite lovely,” She enthused, smiling warmly as she did. ”It was, however, a little strange to be so far from home. Your night sounds different than I am used to. Would you agree, Orson?” She raised her eyebrows slightly, the mischievous spark gleaming as she gave a gentle, teasing smile.
Orson looked away quickly, feeling a bit of flush enter his cheeks as he tried to figure out how his mother knew they had been out after hours. ”I certainly wouldn’t know, Mother. I slept like a log,” He smiled, raising his gaze to hers.
”A log? Not, perhaps, a tree?” The smile on the queen’s face stretched wider, and it was quite easy to see just how much Orson was Devika’s son in that moment. He narrowed his eyebrows a little, about to object, but thankfully the first round of cake appeared. He smiled gratefully at the server, waiting for Ana to take a bite before digging into his. The cake, vanilla flavored, was sweet with a rich, raspberry filling, though the frosting was rather thick.
”What do you think, Princess?” He asked, turning to face her more, tilting his head and trying to let her be the deciding factor. He would be happy as long as she was.
Talulla
Talulla didn’t have a single thought in her head other than just Silas! Honestly, it was hard to have room for thoughts when your entire body was on fire from electric butterflies. Her fingers wound into his hair with a gentle tug to pull him closer to her, heat sparking as his hand curled around her waist. She felt like she might explode, heart thundering and blood rushing in her ears.
Talulla had never felt anything like this, whatever it was.
She smiled into the kiss as his hand found the nape of her neck, and she felt herself lean completely into him, body pressing fully against him. She hadn't meant to cross this invisible boundary, and had all but forgotten that Silas wasn't exactly steady where he was, still somewhat crouching in front of her. She had completely forgotten that she was leaning halfway off of the couch, and that the space between them was the only thing supporting them. No, in her desire to be closer to him in the kiss, she forgot all of that.
And that was a mistake.
Suddenly, Talulla’s eyes flew open as she sent Silas tumbling backwards to the ground, releasing him instantly as they tumbled forward, herself crashing off the couch. She gave a slight yelp, shifting quickly to catch herself and avoid hurting him. She kept her eyes squeezed shut as they came to a rest, muscles tense and taut.
Silas was now lying on the floor beneath her. She was sideways, legs to the side of him (thankfully), bad ankle stretched out and good leg curled beneath her. She shifted, pushing herself off of his chest to where she was leaning over him, one hand on each side of his head. She looked down at him with concern, blonde curls tumbling wildly over her shoulder as her eyebrows knit together with worry, face rosy and slightly puffy still from her crying earlier.
Her breathing was heavy, slightly, heart still pounding wildly as the butterflies made her head fuzzy. His scent was everywhere, making it hard to think. As she stared at him in concern, she slowly began to relax, a small smile itching at the corner of her lips. He’s fine, and you’re both a mess!
"I'm so sorry, really, but—" The smile spread wider, and soon a small giggle escaped. She bit her lip, giving a snort, trying to contain herself, but she couldn’t help it. It was all just so much. And so, she burst out laughing. Her laughter pealed out and rang through the silent library, shoulders shaking and curls bouncing as her face lit up with laughter where she was still pinning Silas. Her nose scrunched up, face red from her ears to her neck as her eyes squeezed shut, laughter becoming louder and more infectious as she couldn’t hold it back even a little anymore. |
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Post by inky on Dec 16, 2020 17:27:58 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
Breaking her composure for a moment, Anaris laughed at his comment, unable to stop herself. Lucky for her the door was sill closed but she still covered her mouth rather quickly to stop herself as the two entered. Proper lady, that was the goal. Her eyes did take note of how handsome he looked as he put on the perfect prince face, the fain blush was the only thing that distracted from her perfect princess act. A small hint that they were getting to know each other in a manner that was not the most formal of ways. But she'd never tell anyone that.
His small gesture of reassurance turned her attention to him once more, if only for a moment. It was a small thing but it relaxed her, even if it didn't show. As he bowed to her mother she curtsied beside him offering her mother and father a polite good morning. As Orson greeted his mother she made small talk with hers, brief and of no real substance just basic morning talks, about breakfast and plans for the day. Of course Anaris gave no information of her own plans a simple shrug of the shoulders was the only answer her father got before she sat down.
All composure left the girl as Queen Devika spoke. Night sounds? Like a tree? The night prior flashed before her eyes rapidly bringing a red hue to her cheeks faster than she could blink. Her eyes went wide and she stared at her for a moment. Anaris didn't move an inch. The princess's face was turned so she was out of her mothers sight at least the look of pure shock was. Before she could say anything the cake was place in front of them, and she visibly relaxed, she'd never been so happy for cake in her life. Letting herself regin in her thoughts she finally responded to his mother, "I am glad you slept well, M'lady, and I hope that our night sounds did not hinder your sleep." The girl paused for a moment looking at her, the smallest of smiles pulling at the corners of her lips, "I must say I find our night sounds to be interesting. One never knows what to expect." She brought a piece of the cake to her mouth and her eyes widened once more.
It was sweet, almost a little too sweet. The raspberry helped a little but the frosting was over powering. She set her fork down and crinkled her nose a little, "It's good, but very, strong." Anaris said shaking her head a little, "What do you think?"
»Silas Payne
Again the princess's reaction took him by surprise the little tug on his hair was enough to make him forget everything, no boundaries no manner nothing. A small and quiet sound slipped past his lips as he let her pull him in. He'd ever forgotten how hard it was for him to balance like this, and that was something he quickly remembered as the two came tumbling backward and onto the ground.
It probably hadn't been his best idea to try and hold on to her to keep their balance as they fell but he'd tried and failed. He let go of her in enough time for her to catch herself, because there was no way he was going to catch himself, not from this angle. He landed on the ground with a soft thump. Silas looked surprised, his eyes wide and look at Talulla, his lips parted like he had something to say but couldn't find the words. He looked a mess, hair unkempt and now sprawled out on the ground looking as dumbfounded as a deer caught in the garden.
His face flushed as he glanced at her hands and where they were, a very compromising position indeed. As she smiled so did he, he was also out of breath from that small moment of passion between the two it was a rollercoaster of feelings, and also quite literally as they fell back on the floor. The prince grinned as a terrible thought popped into his head. He reached up wrapping his arms around her and flipping them over so she was no on the ground. It was one fluid motion and he was careful with her leg and one hand had moved to her head to make sure she didn't bump it on the ground. "I know you aren't laughing at me." He teased as he faked a frown, "Cause I can give you something to laugh about." Quickly a huge grin spread across his face and he used one hand to tickle her while the other held him up. Silas was smiling wider than he had before, the joy was very clear on his face, and he could honestly say this was the happiest he'd been.
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 16, 2020 19:08:10 GMT -5
Orson
Orson couldn’t help but feel his heart race a little faster at his mother’s comments, and the knots in his stomach metamorphosed into butterflies at Ana’s reaction. So, firstly, mother definitely knows, and secondly, Ana knows that she knows, and thirdly, this is so embarrassing. If the ground would have opened up and swallowed him right then, he would have been more than grateful. In fact, he would kiss the very ground that would swallow him.
At Ana’s small reply to his mother, he couldn’t help but give a soft snicker, while Queen Devika simply pursed her lips, trying hard not to smile. She didn’t want to encourage them too much. However, she gave a fond smile at Ana with a small nod, letting her know that for now, the conversation was over.
Orson exhaled in relief, turning his attention to the cakes before them. ”I agree my princess, it is a little strong. Seems we both have good taste,” He grinned with a quick wink, mischief sparking in his gaze. He didn’t have long, however, before another cake was brought out and the first one disappeared.
The afternoon passed quickly as they tasted cake after cake. All the different flavors and smells slowly began to jumble together, starting to slightly overwhelm the poor prince. He couldn’t wait for this to all be over, despite being impressed. It would seem her kingdom’s bakers were far more advanced than his own. Of course, they probably have more schooling. Most of ours are self-taught. And, as much as I adore Chanya*’s baking, this is very good. Almost… better.
Finally, the cakes drew to an end. Orson sighed in relief, turning to Ana. ”I think if we’d had any more to try, I might explode,” He chuckled, stretching slightly with a soft groan as his stomach protested. ”Personally, I really enjoyed the vanilla with the lemon curd filling and light frosting. I thought the lemon was very refreshing, and definitely cut some of the sweetness. What about you?” He asked, canting his head to the side slightly, eyes warm and cheeks rosy from all the sugar.
I can almost taste the cavity forming.
*Chanya meaning "grace of the Lord".
Talulla
Talulla’s laughter subsided as she hovered over him, fading into giggles as she opened her eyes to gaze upon him once more. She sobered slightly, struck yet again by just how … beautiful he was. He looked like a figure from a painting, hair pooling around him gloriously against the ground. His glorious eyes were widened in surprise, face slightly flushed. It struck her, just then, how lucky she was. And, also, how fast she was beginning to fall.
She found herself lost in the moment, so much that she didn’t even notice Silas shifting beneath her. Suddenly, she was moving of no accord of her own. She gave a slight yelp of surprise, body freezing as Silas flipped them. She froze where she was, now finding herself below the gorgeous man leaning over her. She was, again, struck by how gorgeous Silas was in that moment. His hair hung around him like silken thread, his eyes glinting mischievously while his shirt dipped slightly to tease her with his clavicle. I honestly cannot believe you really just thought that. She flushed slightly, seeming to grow a bit serious as she stared up at him. How different it was to be the one pinned down, and how much faster her heart did beat at the thought.
She blinked as he spoke, focusing in on what he was saying and doing her best to avoid just staring at his lips. At his words, her mischievous glint returned and she gave a giggle, eyebrows lowering slightly. ”You wouldn’t dare,” She started, voice low in warning. But, she was cut off as Silas did dare to begin tickling her. She gave a sequel of delight, bursting into giggles as she squirmed, hands coming to push against his teasing fingers. She laughed heartily, cheeks rosy and eyes watering from laughing so hard. She finally managed to catch his had between her own, squeezing around his wrist and straining slightly to hold him away as she caught her breath.
”That, that was very, very unfair,” She panted, still breathless from laughing so hard. ”You know I have a bad leg.” She pouted for real this time, poking out her bottom lip and doing her best to look upset. She didn’t last long however, the sneaky twinkle sparking in her eye. She kept one hand secured around his wrist and reached her own up to begin tickling him without relent, giggling despite herself. |
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Post by inky on Dec 17, 2020 4:22:59 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
»Silas Payne
The prince chuckled as she squirmed underneath him, she looked so beautiful with her cheeks red and her nose all scrunched up like that. She was happy, and it was breath taking. Her fighting him at first didn't have much effect on him he just continued to tickle her, the peals of giggles like music to his ears. Seeing her like this made his heart feel warm. Her hair was a mess, not that it was new, but from here it would have been so easy to just lean down and kiss her again. She was just perfect, in all her mess and wild moments she was perfect. His life was always so ridged and just boring as he'd gotten older and she brought light into his otherwise dark and drab world.
Once her hands caught his one hand he grinned biting his lip gently, his hair had all but fallen out of his ponytail, and he was trying to get free of her grasp, though he wasn't trying as hard as he could, he had to focus on not falling over and crushing the princess underneath him. Not that being that close to her would have been a problem."Unfair? Nooo me? Do something unfair? I'd never..." Silas faked offense before smirking, "Something opportunistic? Maybe." He shrugged his shoulders as best he could from where he was and it was then then the princess pouted and he felt a little bad had he hurt her? Silas pouted a little himself, "Wait did i h-" He stopped mid sentence as Taulla started tickling him. She had a hold of his wrist, with that same surprising strength she'd shown the other day.
He laughed, louder than he had before, and he couldn't stop her from tickling him, it was hold himself up or land on the princess. He wiggled around as best he could, but it didn't help he couldn't escape with one hand trapped. "St-haha-stop!" He laughed before his arm gave out and he rest against her as he desperate tried to roll away. "That tiickles!" He squealed like a small child as he now wiggled on the floor next to her just trying to stop her hand and wiggle his other hand free. "That's cheeating" He said fighting to cover where she was tickling him just above his ribs. Silas' shirt had managed to work its way up as she tickled him and he squirmed around, not enough that his chest was exposed but the muscular frame underneath peeked out, well for a little bit till he was wiggling away. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 17, 2020 23:39:32 GMT -5
Orson
Talulla
Talulla couldn’t resist tickling the poor prince, especially not when his laugh was quickly becoming her favorite sound. She couldn’t help but laugh in response, his own just too infectious for her to resist as they lay there, him struggling to get free. When he finally collapsed beside her with a soft squeal, Talulla felt her heart stutter slightly in response, butterflies bursting free once more. This prince was so precious and so very ticklish.
As he lay beside her, she now found herself able to use both hands to tickle him, finding it easier to push his futile attempts at stopping her away now that she had worked herself back up into a sitting position. She was relentless, unable to hold back. At his comment about her cheating, she froze, eyes flashing to his.
Hers glinted with mischief, sparking with a look of devilish glee as she quickly sprang back into action. She moved quickly, throwing her bad leg across him and shifting upwards, easily coming to straddle the young man. She perched on his stomach, gentle as a bird, shifting her weight forward into her arms as she pinned his hands down by his head. She leaned over him with a daring smirk, eyes glittering and cheeks flushed.
”Me? Cheat? No, I’m just being opportunistic,” She retorted with a very unladylike snort before leaning back, more securely pinning him beneath her. She didn’t go too far though, face inches from his as she suddenly froze, staring down at him with a new intensity. The same intensity, really, that was becoming habit for the imperfect princess as she searched him, desperately trying to jump inside his mind as easily as she did into the animals around the kingdom.
Never before had she wanted so badly to read someone’s mind.
She stared, holding his gaze unwaveringly without remorse despite the flush entering her cheeks anew as she realized the position they were in. She realized how improper the whole situation was, from her dress all tied up and ruffled to her hair all tangled and loose from wrestling around to the fact that she was sitting atop her prince, straddling the poor, now disheveled man, and had him pinned to the ground. Oh, if her father could see them.
She sobered only a little, swallowing hard as she loosened her grip just a bit, but made no effort to move, still pondering Silas with a new inquisition now. Does this kind of informality…. Bother him? She tilted her head slightly as she pondered her silent query, studying him further to try to gauge his reaction as he calmed for the giggling. But, alas, her studies only seemed to remind her yet again that he was a flawless gorgeous individual that made her look like a filthy handbag beside him. Honestly, you’re not that far off.
”Sorry to distract, but… does this.. oh, I dunno, does it bother you?” she finally bumbled out, stumbling over her words as she flushed brighter, fresh rouge spreading from her cheeks down her neck as she stared down at him, hair pooling over her shoulder and coming down just enough to tickle his nose if he thought too hard about it. ”I mean, this is not very proper, or polite,” She added as an afterthought, leaning down a bit despite herself, all but releasing his hands at this point.
”Although, you and your opportunistic self would probably find advantage in this situation, somehow,” She teased, a small smile itching at her lips despite the pounding of her heart and the sudden nerves that had exploded everywhere within her, the butterflies sparking all around. |
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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 Dec 18, 2020 0:51:13 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
»Silas Payne
Silas was laughing so hard his laugh was starting to not exist as he gasped for air still trying to fight her off but very weakly as being tickled was taking all of his energy. As she stopped he lay there panting for a moment, his laughter slowly dying down as he regained a little of his composure. But it was gone faster than he could think when the princess was suddenly on his stomach and was holding his arms over his head.
His face turned redder than it had ever been before, his whole face, up her ears and down his neck turned bright red as he stared up at her. Silas couldn't feel his heart beating anymore, he was sure it has stopped and he was dead now. He'd stopped breathing too, everything stopped like he'd forgotten how to function. He was completely still, and then she spoke. Using his own words against him. This was it, she had his heart, that was all it took. Silas had never been so infatuated by a woman before, and honestly never had anyone who was able to shut him up so easily. He couldn't even find the words to say anything he just laughed at her comment. He was surprised as his laugh gave that away. The prince could hardly believe what was happening.
He made no effort to move from where they were, he didn't mind being held down by the princess actually. As she spoke once again he shook his head quickly. Silas didn't care, in fact, he'd never been one for formality or anything like that. This was the prince who frequently ditched meetings to go chase his siblings around when he was young because meetings were boring. Of course, as he'd gotten older meetings and proper behavior had become a must, still boring though.
A smirk crept across his face, "Princess, I'd gladly be improper and impolite with you any day." He paused lifting himself up leaving his hands where they were, their lips brushing gently. "And I think this moment creates plenty of opportunities." Silas had dropped his voice to just above a whisper, and shortly after he kissed her again. Again he found his impulse control to be missing completely. She had a way of making him forget any manners he'd ever been taught, he wanted nothing more than to feel her lips on his. Finally, he moved his hands and pulled her down to him one hand on the back of her neck and the other on the small of her back, till she was fully against him. His hands slowly made their way down moving both hands on her hips gripping at her dress. He deepened the kiss more than he had before. It was his turn to show the hunger he felt.
She drove him insane, he couldn't even think straight, the only thing on his mind was getting closer to the angel who had pinned him to the floor moments ago. His mind yearned for her he'd never felt anything like this. This was so improper and if anyone walked in, they'd probably not be allowed around each other till after the wedding, and even then. If it even happened after that. But he didn't care, passion had taken over that moment and he was embracing it.
He heard something move in the library and against his heart stopped, but this time because it dropped. He sat up, flipping the princess carefully and pushing himself away. He looked around and realized it was the book he'd been reading that had fallen off the couch. He let out the breath he'd been holding, "I'm sorry, that was very forward of me... and probably not the best place to be so forward." His face was red as he looked over at her with a small laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck. Now fully embarrassed, of his own accord too. |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 19, 2020 21:56:51 GMT -5
Orson
Talulla
Talulla had never heard a sound quite as wonderful as Silas’s laugh. She hadn’t wanted it to end, but then again, she hadn’t meant to end up here, pinning the prince to the ground in a fashion that was far from ladylike and at least two kingdoms away from proper. Not that she cared; she had never been one for formalities or manners or grace, and she certainly wasn’t about to start now.
Still, it was hard to balance the act of not caring with the immense care she felt toward Silas and his reputation. Hers was already soiled, but his? Oh gosh, she couldn’t live with herself if she soiled his. And yet, she found herself stuck where she was, staring down at this beautiful tomato of a man that was quickly worming his way into her heart. She found it a little overwhelming, how fast she was growing fond of this man and his peculiarities. Can one really fall in love with a tomato so soon?
She blinked in surprise at Silas’s smirk, her own face coloring to mimic his, a chameleon in that moment. The flush spread brightly down her neck and flared through her ears, sending the sound of blood roaring so loud she almost didn’t quite hear his words. They were bold enough, however, to root her to that spot, eyes transfixed on his with that intense, probing search of hers that had become so familiar. She wanted to capture this moment, scrutinize every detail to be sure it was really, truly happening as she perceived it to be.
Considering all the lies and manipulation she had grown up under, it was hard to blame her for not even trusting her own eyes.
She dropped her gaze slightly as he leaned forward, his lips grazing hers in a way that sent her heart stuttering in its rhythm. She exhaled roughly against his lips with a soft, choked sound of surprise as she fought the small shudder that played at her spine. She blinked in surprise when he finally crashed into her, still for a moment in surprise before she closed her eyes, melting against him. Her grip relaxed as she fell into the kiss, following his lead as she came to fully rest against his chest, tilting her head and deepening the kiss slightly. Her mind was hazy, disoriented, unable to think outside of where he was touching her. And so much was touching her all at once.
Her hands came up to cup his face at first, gentle and sweet as his fingers trailed down her spine. She shuddered as his hands finally came to rest on her waist, her own fingers finding their way into his silken locks as she sighed softly against him, smiling into the kiss and relaxing. She had never felt more comfortable or alive in her entire life. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, heart pounding so hard she was sure he could feel it where their chests were pressed against each other. She was certain he could feel the butterflies thumping against her spine and in her hips where his fingers touched, sparking and tumbling freely throughout her body. All she could think, again and again, was his name screaming through her mind.
Silas, Silas, Silas!
She was so distracted and dazed that she didn’t even hear the book drop. She did, however, feel Silas jolt, and her eyes flew open in alarm as he suddenly flipped her, gently, to the side, leaving her to lay on the ground gasping for breath with wide eyes and a flushed face, still feeling sparks where they had been connected moments ago. She looked dazed, eyes sparkling with excitement and a sort of far-off energy as she struggled to catch her breath, panting slightly. She lay there for a long moment before she realized Silas was speaking to her. She blinked, struggling to focus in as her eyes focused on his face, trying to comprehend what he was saying in her confusion. He was….
Apologizing? For what?? For making me burst into literal flames? Her eyebrows knit together in discombobulation as she tried to make sense of it. And then, the puzzle pieces clicked as Dario gave a soft mewl of admonishment to the girl. Her eyes widened in embarrassment and shock before her hands flew up to cover her face, now flaming for a completely different reason. She didn’t even try to sit up, merely shaking her head as she fought to calm down her still thundering heart and will the heat from her face.
It was just all so much and so improper! Oh, the thrill!
”NO!” She finally managed, interrupting his apology with a firm disagreement. She swallowed hard, peeking through her fingers at him and giving a small shake of her head from where she was lying on the ground, curls wild and loose around her. ”No, no, don’t be sorry,” She continued, hastily, words tumbling out much softer now. She held his gaze from her shrouded one for a long moment, studying the embarrassed and slightly disheveled man beside her.
”I’m certainly not,” She added as a bold afterthought, her own gaze widening in surprise at her daring statement. The heat returned to her cheeks as she quickly turned her head, closing her fingers and hiding her face from him once more, squeezing her eyes shut as new waves of embarrassment washed over her. Oh my god, you did not just— oh but I did and now what do I do?!
She finally managed to calm her breath, a small giggle escaping despite herself. She was still a little lightheaded and dizzy from kissing Silas—a reoccurring theme, it would seem. Of course, kissing him was a whole ordeal—a wonderful ordeal—at that, so it was no wonder. Still, she let out another small giggle despite herself before finally relaxing into a full laugh. Her hands slid down from her face to clutch her stomach as she laughed away her disconcertment, giving a shake of her head again to clear it before sitting up.
She brushed her hair back from her face (unsuccessfully) as she finally calmed her laughter, leaning on one hand to turn and face him, suppressing it into small giggles at this point. Her face had subsided its flush to a gentle rosy hue overall, her eyes bright and smile wide as she stared, holding his gaze for a moment, long hair tumbling across her shoulder and down her arm towards the floor.
”Are you hungry?” She finally broke the heavy silence, tilting her head slightly, loose hairs tickling at her freckled nose, small smile playing at her lips as she held his gaze, completely unbothered once more.
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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 Dec 20, 2020 0:02:20 GMT -5
»Anaris Vass
»Silas Payne
Silas had never felt anything like this before, he had his share of kisses, but none like this, not just the predicament they'd put themselves in but the way she made him feel as well. Everything felt new and right with her, like nothing else mattered. She was his world right then, her scent fogging his mind and the feel of her body against his was all he could think about. As her fingers made their way to his face he too shivered a bit. He could feel her reacting to his touch and it made him all the more passionate.
But that moment was over for now, and here he was apologizing, but she'd cut him off. He blinked looking at her again she'd caught him off guard stunning him into silence. His lips were parted as he looked at her, and then the bold statement fell from her lips like music to his ears.
She didn't mind.
His face got even redder, she had liked it? Well, he should have known at least that much, she hadn't shoved him off or anything and put them in that place herself pretty much. But, he hadn't asked her for her approval, but it seemed, in this case, he hadn't needed to. Nor could he have with the rush of emotion he'd felt in that moment. She made him lose his mind. The prince stared at her while she covered her face, he had yet to say anything. There were no words or sentences he could form in his mind for how he felt in that moment. All he could do was sit there dumbfounded.
Is she laughing? Confusion set in over his face as she laughed. Wait, was she teasing him? Why was she laughing? He rubbed the back of his neck again, nervous now that she was laughing. "W-Wait I-" He blinked not even sure about what he was trying to figure out honestly. Puzzling girl, it was so hard to figure her out, honestly, he wasn't sure if he'd ever fully do that. But he didn't mind, he liked that about her. The topic changed quickly to food and his stomach rumbled before her could answer her.
Again, he flushed and rubbed the back of his head and laughed a little himself. "I guess my stomach answered for me. I haven't eaten yet today. So in short. Very." Silas tilted his head a little, mimicking her, "What did you have in mind Sunshine?" |
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Post by ɪɴᴛʀᴀɴꜱɪɢᴇɴᴛ on Dec 20, 2020 19:31:17 GMT -5
Orson
Talulla
Talulla fought to keep her emotions in check as she tried to force herself to relax. She was going to make her heart slow down its erratic thundering, or she was at least going to get good at ignoring it. She swallowed her butterflies, too, instead forcing her gaze to remain on Silas’s eyes and not his very, very kissable lips. NO, stop that! Focus. You’re not married yet.
She gave a soft giggle at his stomach’s response, eyes glittering with tenderness as her expression softened slightly, heart fluttering with a different kind of warmth now. Wow, he’s absolutely precious. She bit her lip slightly, dropping her gaze for a moment to stare down at the ground while her heart did a little cartwheel at his nickname for her. First angel and now sunshine? This man must be delusional. Surely, he cannot mean me, the disaster princess.
”Well, I don’t know what this strange Sunshine has in her mind, but I do know that I would kill for a cheese and veggie sandwich right now. And, I’m sure you’d like something with meat and cheese yourself, and maybe vegetables, if I’m feeling generous,” She grinned widely with a soft giggle at her own statement before she turned, reaching for her satchel.
She slid it over her head before grabbing her ribbon. She threw her curls into a haphazard ponytail to attempt to give herself some semblance of order. Dario leapt from the window then, coming over for a few soft scratches beneath his chin before taking off and heading down to the side door, waiting impatiently for the two. Talulla smoothed her dress, straightening it slightly but leaving it tied where it was. She glanced shyly at Silas before holding her arms out once more for him to scoop her up, latching onto him quickly like a small monkey once more.
She led him to the side passage and then they were off into the now familiar dark passageways of the castle. She clung a little tighter to Silas in the dark, a tiny, subconscious movement she barely noticed herself. She then directed him in the maze work of tunnels down to the other end of the kingdom. Dario trotted along ahead of them, warding off anything that might have been waiting. She led him to a different wooden door this time, making him pause once more. She leaned away from him to press her ear against the door, upper body fully supported by the wood. Her eyes widened in delight at the silence on the other side as she gave an excited giggle and pushed (a little too roughly) back on to Silas.
”Okay, it sounds like they’re on break, so we’ll have to be quick,” She giggled before pushing the handle down so Silas could push them through. As soon as the three were through the door, Talulla pushed it shut behind them and then promptly released her grip on Silas. She dropped down quickly, managing to land somewhat gracefully. At least, she didn’t land on his toes and she didn’t jar her ankle too badly. She gave a giggle as she squirmed from his grasp and twisted, quickly making her way around the empty, warm kitchen.
The whole room smelled of fresh bread, the fire crackling softly with golden light pouring gently through the windows as the day stretched on into the evening. She hobbled around agilely, favoring the bad ankle as she used the counters and tables for support. She soon procured some fresh bread and some cheese and began to slice in quickly and expertly, not even paying any mind to Silas as she worked. She was quick and efficient, leaving only a line of open cabinets and drawers in her wake. Honestly, how many cabinets did one need to open to make a sandwich??
”Tomato?” She finally broke the quiet stillness when she cut into the fruit (vegetable, whatever), quirking her eyebrow up in tandem with her question. Her gaze flitted to Silas as she continued to slice, somehow managing both to avoid slicing her fingers and to produce neat, even slices as she went. She finished the tomato, popping a slice in her mouth as she held his gaze expectantly. Dario perched on a counter nearby, tail folded neatly over his paws as he stared down the prince, waiting for his answer. |
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