04-27-2017, 06:40 PM
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Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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04-27-2017, 06:40 PM
04-30-2017, 05:22 PM
Stillwater
I must be dreaming. Barely a hushed murmur in wonder as he slid from the shadows behind her, trailed so slowly down her body with a bare inch between her hot skin and his mouth. He took his time, sucking in that scent that had been missing from his life for so long now. Intoxicating, that sense of remembering just how close they'd come to something powerful and explosive. He didn't touch her now, as he hadn't touched her then, ghosting over her hip, lingering in the soft hollow beside it. Why he bothered respecting that unspoken rule of hers after he knew she'd had a man, was beyond him. Had a child. Old habits, and all. Or amusement. Or the tease to his senses. She'd always been such a damn tease. A dream wouldn't be this real, he thought dimly as his mouth drifted to her shoulder, the low start of her hair. A vision wouldn't have a pulse so tempting, ticking in the graceful neck he hovered over, wisely avoiding the temptation of her throat as he lingered at her cheek, the curve of her jaw. So close. He should just touch her, just finally touch her for the first time. But that hadn't been his obstacle to overcome, but hers. One she'd clearly managed to work out for herself. With another man. One he knew, even. One he'd lived near for a time. Did she know? It amused him. To think, that in some ways, she had taken his likeness to her bed. The full black of her man that preferred the darkness of a cave, his solitude, his quiet and steady presence. Didn't that bother her at all? Or did she imagine it was him riding her hips instead? He smiled smoothly, a perfect curve on a flawless mouth, as was the attractive nature of his creature. How good to see you, he commented quietly, adding an emphasis on the word. Good to see her, but so much better to smell her, feel her heat again, taste her fragrance in the air. He'd forgotten until just that very moment that they had parted on bad terms. It had slipped his mind completely, so focused and intent on drinking her in without touching her. Ah well, this was better than trying to remember what had gone wrong so long ago. Something I can help you with? he asked kindly, only the barest hint of suggestion, his deepwater eyes diving into the wildfire of hers. She had come to him rather than Djinni. Perhaps there was more than just politics in this clandestine visit. go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it
05-10-2017, 08:46 PM
I just... don't even know lmao
05-14-2017, 01:30 PM
Stillwater "Unlikely," her steely voice commented, standing stiff and still as she refused to look at him. He continued his trail of her body, her scent, aching to reach out and finally touch her. But he wouldn't. What had started as a weird little quirk of hers, a self-imposed wall of safety, was now the fence he held to keep them apart from each other. "I would think I'd be the last one you'd ever want to see." You'd be wrong, he said simply without looking to her face, his voice hard and eyes still drinking in this sculpted body before him that he hadn't seen for years now. Even after childbirth, she remained as smooth and firm and captivating as she had been before. It wasn't that way for all women, her knew, but it figured that it would be for her. Typical. Or immortal. Hm, curious. Something I can help you with, he asked as he leveled with her, shoulder-to-shoulder with a gap of space between them. She reeled back and away, her teeth snapping at the air next to his face. He remained where he was without flinching, his smile growing and eyes darkening. He wasn't afraid she would bite him, he knew she wouldn't. That would require touching him, and she'd never do that. Amusement glittered in his dark eyes but he said nothing. "I'm checking on my subkingdom. And to advise you that I have a second. They will be another alliance for you." Boring. He was bored already and reminded of the time he'd followed her to Pangea to witness just the same dull chatter. These creatures loved to speak of kingdoms and politics, as if such things made them superior to their peers that all talked and acted just like them. They were all the same. Just fodder, really. Talking fodder. He peered at her with his perfect smile, indulging her need to raise herself above others where she was untouchable, always untouchable. A queen, an empress, a ruler of many now. It didn't make a difference to him, he could still never have her. So he stood complacent and still, played his part as some sort of king in the palm of her hand at least for the time being. Did she know he'd been trapped here, or did she think he went willingly to be at Djinni's every beck and call? That didn't matter either, though. Djinni got lucky -or unlucky- and captured far more than she had thought. She knew it now, to some extent. So rarely came near him, it felt like. He'd bred a monster into her and tried to kill her all in the same day. Captured more than she bargained for with this decorative chain at his wrist. Does this new kingdom have a name? Has Djinni already become familiar with them? He didn't step toward her, though it was tempting. How interesting it would be to drift closer and closer until she forced them apart again. Maybe one day she wouldn't fight it anymore. Maybe one day she would take it herself. His heart tripped eagerly at the idea of it, but he knew it would probably never happen. She hadn't passed that invisible barrier before when they were so much closer, more intimate with each other, and she never would. Disappointing. Was this really all she wanted to talk about? She had always been so much deeper than this, and why not just reach out to Djinni? A game in patience, then, to see where he falls in this. go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it
05-23-2017, 09:30 PM
Stillwater She breathed his name. Her pulse quickened. He was attracted to it all, and he tried to meet her eyes behind that curtain of dark hair. "No name that I know of yet, but soon it will be announced, I imagine." Her heart really wasn't in this conversation, was it? It was terribly boring. Not at all like their other talks, but he could play. For a while, maybe. He took another step closer, his breath rolling across the curve of her bare shoulder. Couldn't help it, really. He would swear she reflected his lure back at him somehow. It was maddening, and yet somehow amusing. Bittersweet, in its way. Like a game. As though he were trying to outwit himself. Then she swerved to face him and he straightened. "At times I've wondered what would have happened had you not come here with Djinni." He was annoyed at the implication that he'd had a choice, but she must not have known the truth. So he said nothing. Maybe that knowledge would be of use someday, but it wasn't time to play that card just yet. "But I'm more powerful now." A brief smile flashed across her lips, while his face remained expressionless, watching indifferently as he tried to puzzle out her angle. "More dangerous," she added. Ah, a threat. His lips curved in a slow smile, and his head tilted just slightly, black hair falling over one eye. Something you'd like to do to me, then? he asked smoothly, such a quietly sweet challenge. He stepped deliberately forward again, his head reaching precariously towards her neck and shoulder as her body heat warmed the space at his chest. So close to touching. Why did he push them this way? Couldn't help it. Curiosity. Intrigue. He still couldn't take her, so why not? Got something on your mind, Nayl? go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it
05-31-2017, 10:01 PM
06-10-2017, 11:57 PM
Stillwater She looked to the exit, her mind a little too distant for his liking. "Perhaps," she whispered, turning back to him. His mouth drifted closer, closer to that seductive curve of shoulder, his breath warm against her skin. Mmm, he loved the heat rising from her, reaching for him. Wanting him. Doesn't it affect her? Being so near to each other again. Did she miss it? Hadn't it been the two of them from the start? When he'd returned to Nerine just as the castle fell, as he'd predicted it would. He watched her challenge for her crown, and win it. Stood behind her rise to power, comfortably in the background until she was blatantly disrespected by her own people. And now they were here again, alone together again. So close it was pulling at him. Was that her pulse ticking just a little quicker? Or his? The fire of her eyes locked to the deepwater of his, practically hissing with steam every time they met this way. With a hunger driving him closer, and a perfect smile arching flawless lips, water slipping silently down his sides, dripping from his curled hair. "You've hurt some women." Have I, he asked absently, his deep voice low and smooth as his eyes traced down her face. Did she mean their hearts, or the taste of them? His Luster was gone, and he doubted Nayl knew of her. Wasn't coming back, a truth that irritated the dark spirit in him to a tight anger, pushing on him from the inside, expanding and expanding and barely contained. Frustrated with himself. For letting her go? For not killing her? For not keeping her? Didn't matter. Dark blue gaze explored her cheek, her attractive mouth, her tasteful lips. Did it bother her that she was taken now? Claimed by some man. She'd never wanted that for herself before. Could she even sense his-- No, that didn't matter either. And then the others. He shouldn't even have to wonder if she meant his craving. They should never have lived for it to even be a flicker of thought in anyone's minds. You bite, you kill. That was the way it worked. And yet he'd broken that for so many as of late. Remedying that meant he'd have to kill Djinni. Have to kill Luster. Have to kill Karaugh. Although undoubtedly delicious, none of that sounded all that appealing to him. Not yet. "I wonder how well you are able to tolerate pain. If you can handle repercussions." He stared at those lips as they snaked into something dark and dangerous. Back to the threats, then, was it? Lazily, leisurely, his gaze slowly wandered back up her face to her fire-eyes again. His mouth slowly curved into it's own smile, decidedly sweeter than hers, softer. Nayl.. he whispered, a familiar heat in his eyes despite the fact she was threatening him. He gravitated a single step closer, but stopped. His expression blanked and his eyes dimmed as he searched her face silently. Whatever they once had seemed to be withered and gone, dried up and crushed to dust. It was a long moment before he took a small, deliberate step back, opening himself. So you've come to hurt me then, he stated quietly. Not a question. She had made it clear enough, hadn't she? There was nothing left between them, and she hadn't come for politics. She'd come for this, to hurt him. Punish him for things she believed he did, and it probably didn't matter what he said on the matter. So he waited for it to come. go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it | ||||||||||||
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