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Post by Celine on Apr 30, 2012 16:10:07 GMT -5
Yes sir, no sir, it was all the lower ranks knew to say to the royals. More or less.. the king... Yes sir this, no sir that. One best hope that the answer to any question was yes sir. If the tasks were not done for the day, she cringed to think what would happen. Then again she had no idea what would happen, just some bad feeling deep down that if she disappointed her highness, something would certainly go downhill. Her beast flew overhead, his green horned head tilting as he spotted her. Landing atop the castle, he curled his tail around the roof, his claws flexing atop the curved surface with which he rested on.
"Get down from there.. I doubt the royals would appreciate beast dung on the roof." She mentally added that she would be the one to clean it up, too. Just her luck, her dragon landing on the roof and having to clean up after him. Her eyes settled back to the garden, she felt her beasts eyes bearing down on her. A loud flap of wings alerted her to her beast flying off to hunt. For now, his worries were subdued. But unlike normal, he had been constantly watching her, worrying about her in his own way. Call me if you need anything. Came the telepathic thought in her mind, and she linked back "As if." Playfully, to lighten his mood. She thought she heard a chuckle through the link, relief filled her as she finally came to the garden.. Alone at last..
Her eyes landed on the flowers and ferns, blossoming and some in full bloom. She sighed in content. Now that she thought of it, what was it she held against his royal highness? He was.. no different from her.. Was he? Just.. More pure, more powerful.. Perhaps a bit more arrogant. The image of him standing topless, or how she pictured him topless, filled her mind. Shoving it out, she blushed lightly and hoped her beast had not seen anything in her link.. She still had to learn how to fully block.
Coming to the lake, she dropped the robes she had been in, to reveal nothing but skin. Slipping into the water of the lake, she breathed in a sigh of relief as she let herself go as deep as her shoulders, her arms hanging onto the shores edge. It was cold at first, but the water seemed warmer after a few moments. Her eyes closed her eyes and images of the king filled her mind.. her own fantasies... Her blue hair with pink streaks floated in the water, as she laid her head against the grassy shore and breathed in the smell of earth and flowers.
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Post by Artemeir Moore on Apr 30, 2012 19:00:26 GMT -5
[style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: -2px;] [/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #e7e8e8; margin: 0px;]
[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #245C68;] ARTEMEIR[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;]DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS[/style]
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[style= overflow: auto; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]"Tch." Arte slouched forward a bit, gritting his teeth as e shut his eyes tightly, sinking into his shoulders and running his fingers back through his hair. Snort. The angry huff of his wyvern followed soon after as the pair wandered through the halls of the great castle. The polished ivory walls were nearly blinding, especially with such a terrible headache pounding in his skull. He swore he could feel the pulsing of the veins in his forehead. Another long day. A lot of work seeming to lead absolutely nowhere. Being king was so damn difficult. "Hmph." His eyes opened into narrow slits, as he rested his forehead in the palm of his hand, the rhythmic clicking of the soles of his shoes against the marble floors oddly enough helping to put him at ease.
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[/i] came a voice. The king's expression softened, his eyes opening a bit more as he glanced back at his beast. It was rare he offered any words of encouragement, making them that much more meaningful. He didn't bother forcing a smile. Right.[/i][/color] "Hmm..." Baddon gave a low hum, just barely nodding his head as he continued padding alongside his rider. Arte straightened, his hand dropping away from his face as his stoic expression returned, frigid eyes locked on the doors to the garden ahead. He just needed to unwind. An hour or two relaxing in the garden would be enough to calm him down, help put his restless mind at ease. He pushed them open carefully, drawing his hand back as Baddon stepped forward and pressed its neck to the door, pushing it open easily. Arte's eyes fell to gaze down at the stone path as he stepped out into the cool evening air. He turned his head slightly, letting his focus lift to drift among the flowers, shoulders drooping slightly. He was already feeling better. The fresh air, the clear sky, the soft breeze. And of course, that feeling of security only the castle could provide him. Baddon lumbered forward, following him out and standing tall, lifting his head as he twitched his nostrils. The door shut behind the two and Baddon slunk off unnoticed, having already caught onto Celine's scent. Artemeir wandered off to one side, his wyvern pushing itself silently from the ground and taking to the skies. Its leathery wings stretched out wide as it soared a bit higher, swerving to pass over the lake. Baddon's eyes narrowed sharply at the sight of the young woman resting in its waters. She was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't be bothered to remember where he had seen her. Seeing that she had relieved herself of her clothing a quiet snarl rumbled in his throat. At his height, the Elf didn't have any chance of hearing him. The lake.[/i] Artemeir looked up, turning his head to glance over at the lake. It was away, and nothing really seemed off. What is it?[/color] When Baddon didn't answer, he started over. He approached the girl from behind, quiet steps nearly silent against the grass as he squinted at the figure sitting in the lake. A girl? Suddenly she wasn't the only one in his line of sight. Baddon was swooping down out of the heavens to land in front of Celine, jaws wide and wings out in a threatening display, a loud roar echoing from his open mouth. His claws came to land in the water with a loud, violent splash, and with a heavy step forward the wyvern glared down at the woman. It was then Arte noticed the bareness of the young lady's soft shoulders, eyes darting over to stare at the pile of robes on the ground. Artemeir's own eyes narrowed as he stepped forward. "The royal gardens are not to be used as a public bath," he warned, just the slightest bit of irritation in his stern tone. "What are you doing?"[/color] He stopped only a few feet away, watching the girl warily.[/style][/center] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • enough | TAG • celine | NOTES • more awkwardness for our great king CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-top: -2px;] [/style][style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][/center] |
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Post by Celine on Apr 30, 2012 19:42:30 GMT -5
Sure, the logical thing was not to be caught in the garden naked, but did she intend to be caught? Heck no. But exactly how it would go un-noticed she realized was a feat she could not achieve, especially as she saw a shadow pass over her, and her once closed eyes opened. "Ah!" She screamed as the dragon roared at her, swooping down and landing in the water. Within an instant, or so it seemed, a second figure plummeted down, hovering over her and roaring defiantly. "Kavere! Hush..." She said softly, though her breathe was still taken away from the dragons roar and near attack. Her beasts body hovered low over her, shielding her with his own body from the opposing beast. However she thought that other beast looked familiar... A sinking feeling came to the pit of her stomach as a voice confirmed her thoughts.
"Sir!" She said, blushing vibrantly red.. She scrambled out of the water, more or less crawling so that she could both hide herself and get out from under her beast. But what could not be hidden were the scars on her back, from when she had been freshly whipped and old scars from previous beatings. It was evident it was from a previous battle. Pulling her robe over rather quickly to hide herself, she noticed a glance from her beast, concern in his eyes.. His own hide was flawed with cuts... Thus the reason for her bathe.. To soothe her fresh wounds...
Her eyes nervously glanced downwards and she gave a quick bow, then said quietly. "I expect I'll be punished thoroughly." Her eyes averted from the royal beast and his highness. The thoughts were forced out of her mind from her previous thoughts... However sweet they had been, she couldn't let Kavere see them.
Standing, she turned to Kavere. "You may go... You don't deserve punishment like I do..." She said and was surprised when he gave a soft nudge, though it was enough to make her stumble. However, when she did stumble, he lifted her on his maw and stood her back up playfully. "Not the time." She linked to her beast, who gave a concerned look, then looked to the king with protectiveness over his rider.
I am not leaving. I do not trust them. She looked to her beast, skeptically meeting his eyes. They are royals. Whats not to trust? She linked back mentally. That they won't hurt you.
At this, she looked away, then bowed her head. "I ask that you excuse my beasts behavior. He was only.. " She glanced to Kavere. "Protecting me." She finished as she looked back with a heavy heart.
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Post by Artemeir Moore on May 1, 2012 2:16:58 GMT -5
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[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #245C68;] ARTEMEIR[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;]DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS[/style]
[style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]FOR LIGHT SHALL PREVAIL[/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]LONG LIVE THE KING[/style]
[style= overflow: auto; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]Baddon was hardly intimidated by the winged feline, its roar only serving to anger him. He'd snap the cat in his jaws like a twig. The spines lining his face pulled away from his scaled hide, blue eyes darkening as veins of electricity jumped and crackled around his wings. Baddon! |
[/b][/i] Should a random spark of static reach the pool the girl would surely be shocked. The branches of light faded and disappeared as he stared Kavere down, straightening a bit. He was the one in charge here. Baddon was just as much a king as his rider in his own mind. "Sir!" His frown deepened as she clawed her way up the bank and out of the water. For a moment his eyes widened. He blinked. The young woman was very much undressed, and though she tried to keep herself hidden, it was rather difficult for her to without anything to really cover herself up with. His eyes darted from her smooth, water-beaded skin to the dark, pink-streaked hair that plastered itself to her wet form, trailing more slowly along the gentle curves of her body before he finally got ahold of himself, catching his eyes' movements and flushing a faint pink himself. He swallowed thickly, brows slanting over his eyes as he turned his head away from her, holding up a hand to better shield her body from his sight. How embarrassing... What was this girl thinking? Baddon's eyes drifted over to the girl as well, not a bit of shame in him. Elven women hardly appealed to him. He watched her movements carefully as she pulled the robe over herself. She's covered.[/i] His eyes panned upward to meet with Arte's hand, which slowly dropped as he turned his head back to look at her, the color in his cheeks having already disappeared. "I expect I'll be punished thoroughly." It seemed even his subjects were expecting things of him now. Why did he even have to bother with something as silly as this? As if his day hadn't been long enough already, now he had to figure out a punishment for this girl? He stood quietly, folding his arms, his gaze clearly reflecting his disapproval. Her eyes cast themselves away from him as she stood, however his gaze did not falter. "You may go..." Artemeir quirked a brow at this. "You don't deserve punishment like I do." What a masochist this girl seemed to be. That or she was simply wallowing in self pity. Arte had to hold back from scoffing at her. It was not up to her who deserved punishment and who did not. He couldn't help but be somewhat offended that she would give orders in his presence, especially ones that would conflict with his own. Trying to steer him into dealing her some kind of sentence, and then sending her beast off? The young king wasn't going to stand for much more of this. Her beast did not seem to understand the weight of this situation, as even with the thick tension rising around them he nudged at her. Arte wasn't the only one becoming irritated, which was made clear by an angry huff blown from the snout of the wyvern still standing behind the woman. She looked away from her striped monster, bowing her head. "I ask that you excuse my beast's behavior. He was only... protecting me." Her pained gaze did nothing to sway him. It was a look he had seen many times before. His heart had hardened itself to such things. "It is not for you to decide who is deserving of punishment and who is not." Infuriating. Everyone always thought they knew best. Or what it was he was thinking. What he planned to do next. Why did they always have to assume? He had no desire to punish her. So why would she insist upon it? "Your beast threatened the royal mount. Why would it be exempt from punishment?" He tilted his head questioningly, eyes narrowing further. It seemed there was little patience in him this evening. He shook his head softly, running his hand back through his hair to calm himself down again. He had seen those wounds, her flesh was raw and split, and the pelt of her beast was torn and bloodied. While he held little sympathy for her, knowing better than to let his emotions carry him off without first knowing the reasons for such wounds, he would cut her some slack. He doubted she needed any more stress than she already was dealing with. "I would think your humiliation is punishment enough. I trust I will not find you naked in my gardens again?" Baddon moved forward, slipping by Kavere and his master to stand beside his king. He glanced away, shutting his eyes irritably. "I'll grant your request. Your beast's actions are excused. It is only his duty to protect you..." His expression softened as he gazed back at her, a certain understanding in his gaze. "I understand."[/color] He wasn't heartless. He didn't get where that misconception came from. Sure he could be strict, and when he put his foot down it was always hard, but he was only doing what was best for his kingdom. "If you are so set on being punished, I can see that the racks are set for you." While it was meant jokingly, his tone and expression were completely serious.[/style][/center] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • enough | TAG • celine | NOTES • more awkwardness for our great king CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-top: -2px;] [/style][style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][/center] |
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Post by Celine on May 3, 2012 18:31:36 GMT -5
Her stature was rigid when he first approached her, she had scrambled to cover herself, and in doing so had revealed her scars, and fresh whippping gashes. Her eyes averted as she straightened, her robe now tightly held together between clutched hands. Her dragon had been so quick to defend her, she feared that he would be punished. Was it not a beasts duty to protect and serve their rider? That was her beasts opinion. More so, he was like a connected kin to her, a part of her she could never replace. Her kindly words and guidance to her beast found herself in a undesired position, with the king speaking to her.
She then asked for pardon for her beast, not for herself, which given the circumstance was a kindly thing to do and somewhat unselfish. Her words, however, seemed to offend the king... Perhaps she had been somewhat disloyal to his royal highness? She half smirked at the thought. If he could live one day in the life of a slave, or even a noble, then he would never complain about anything ever again. She figured he must take so much for granted.. Like never being whipped, never having to worry about your next meal.. His problems were so much different from hers. The way she saw it, he was king and could do whatever he wished with his unending power.
And so her kindly words to her beast were taken as commands by the king. She felt his eyes upon her, perhaps even felt some of the heat of his infuriation in his gaze as she turned to meet his eyes. Her own were quick to avert, hiding her shame at the thought of him living a life such as a slave. As if it were a shameful thought, which in her mind it was very much so. Her king was higher then her, he would and never should be subject to such a life or opinions. Suddenly an envy fell upon her features, she wondered why people were so quick to judge him. His playful joke only made her smile, and she said softly,
"Intent to be punished means only the tougher you are." She said softly, with wisdom somewhere tucked in her speech. She sighed with relief, realizing his earlier words that her beast would not be punished. She smiled once more at the king, and gave a quick curtsey. "Your highness..." She ventured, "Whats it like to be.. well.. a royal? I, like most, can only imagine it... My fears are different, my rules different... But reallly... Deep down, whats so different about us?"
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Post by Artemeir Moore on May 3, 2012 19:50:24 GMT -5
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[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #245C68;] ARTEMEIR[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;]DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS[/style]
[style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]FOR LIGHT SHALL PREVAIL[/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]LONG LIVE THE KING[/style]
[style= overflow: auto; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]The king could not have disagreed more with the young woman's logic. She was hardly in any position to ask mercy on behalf of anyone. She understood that she was deserving of punishment, but what she seemed to fail to see was that in being deserving of punishment? It would be wrong for her to ask anything of her king. Perhaps it was his own ego that kept him from sharing her viewpoint. He did understand it, but in his eyes she was only looking at the situation from one angle.
He could see that fake smirk on her lips. It was always those smirks that pierced him. He stiffened slightly, frowning more deeply, knitting his brows. Did she think him to be a fool? Had he done something wrong? He had to have been missing something, as he hardly saw any reason to be smirking at a time like this. It made him feel like an idiot. With his cool and confident mask however, it failed to show. He caught the slight change of the expression. The jealousy reflecting in her blue eyes. He knew the look well, he received it from a number of people. It was disgusting really, how anyone could envy such a position was beyond him. What fools they were to fail to see the weight such a title put upon its owner.
Finally he'd struck the right cord. A smile. Her tone became soft and her expression a bit softer as well. At the sound of her relieved sigh he relaxed, gaze still fixed on her. He had expected her to be glad to be excused from any punishment and be quick about leaving, but she stayed. To question him, of all things. Artemeir quirked a brow as she smiled at him, completely confused. Wasn't she a bold one? "Your highness..." Arte nodded, signaling for her to continue. "Whats it like to be.. well.. a royal? I, like most, can only imagine it... My fears are different, my rules different... But reallly... Deep down, whats so different about us?"
Artemeir blinked at her, stunned. Not because he didn't know the answer. It was a simple question. The answer came to him immediately. No, the reason for his shock was... well quite hard to pin, honestly. It was hard to believe she'd try to strike up a conversation clothed in nothing but a thin robe, standing almost completely naked in the cool air, soaking wet, in front of a man with authority... implying that she knew his fears. That she knew his rules. And implying that that there was some significant difference between them. Whether she was really confused or trying to prove a point that he already knew, he didn't know. He stood there silent for a moment, trying to sort this out in his head. He didn't like getting into debates. Arguing. Talking in circles when it accomplished nothing. And it seemed as if they were headed that direction. Just the thought exhausted him.
"Responsibility. That is the only thing that sets us apart. Our responsibilities are far different." He turned his head to look to the entrance of the garden. "Count yourself lucky that you do not know what it's like to be a royal. If you've imagined it and yet you're still curious, whatever fantasies you've cooked up in your head are completely off." |
[/color] He turned slightly, taking a step toward the castle doors before pausing and glancing back over to her. "It's not good for you to be standing out here without any clothes on, you're likely to get sick. You should come inside and warm up."[/style][/center] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • enough | TAG • celine | NOTES • more awkwardness for our great king CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-top: -2px;] [/style][style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][/center] |
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Post by Celine on May 3, 2012 20:05:03 GMT -5
Her eyes were envious, her jealousy having shown too clearly for her contentment. But the look in his eyes as she looked back to him seemed.. untraceable.. She thought she could sense a bit of worry, but could hardly tell for certain. Thus her smirk faded and she contemplated him a moment, thinking jealously of how easy a life he had.. but then.. reason hit her... Maybe being a king was not all roses and rainbows? Perhaps besides the usual worries, he had extra? After all, he had the whole kingdom to attend to. The whole light side on the brink of war to address, and handling it all.. With grace... A smile came to her lips as she wondered how different they really were... She brought up the subject...
Her eyes watched his muscles go from tensed to relaxed... His whole stance seemed different.. Then he spoke about responsibility being the only thing that set them apart. Being far different. "Indeed." She said softly, attempting to meet his eyes... He looked away and she stepped closer, hoping to offer comfort or apologies where needed. "You are a good king, sir." She said softly. "I don't doubt it, I hope you don't ever doubt it either." She said softly, then listened as he told her whatever fantasies she had cooked up were way off. She looked down, a little ashamed she had thought such a life was easy. Then his words made her look up.
He was offering for her to come inside? With him? "It would be an honour sir." She said with dignified delight. She made sure to wrap her robe tightly around her drenched body to keep warm, walking forward a bit. "Walk with me?" She asked softly, her gaze soft. For once, she saw him not as just a royal, but as a person as she met his eyes and spoke softly, "You really are.. a wonderful king.."
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Post by Artemeir Moore on May 3, 2012 21:12:51 GMT -5
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[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #245C68;] ARTEMEIR[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;]DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS[/style]
[style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]FOR LIGHT SHALL PREVAIL[/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]LONG LIVE THE KING[/style]
[style= overflow: auto; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]The sound of her bare feet against the grass was soft, but he'd caught it. She'd stepped toward him? He cocked his head to one side, gaze shifting to the corner of his eyes to watch her. "You are a good king, sir." Arte reddened a little at this, being quick about subtly tilting his head to better hide the color rushing to his cheeks. She couldn't wait to compliment him until after she was clothed? He felt so uncomfortable being near her when he knew she wasn't wearing anything. "I don't doubt it-" Oh but she doubted it just moments ago, didn't she? Just a second ago she thought so little of him. Now suddenly she believed him to be great? "I hope you don't doubt it either." Artemeir froze, but only for an instant. "I don't." And what a bold faced lie that was. But he couldn't show any signs of uncertainty or weakness. If he did, how could his people possibly have any faith in him?
As he turned to look back over her, he saw her eyes were cast downward. His offer to allow her to accompany him inside seemed to make her perk up though, as she soon lifted her eyes to meet with his. He wasn't able to force a smile for her, but he at least gave her a slight nod as she stepped forward. "Walk with me?" He didn't answer, really he didn't have to. He moved to stand beside her and allowed his hand to hover near her lower back, not quite touching her, guiding her forward to the castle doors. "You really are... a wonderful king..."
"There's no need to flatter me." Artemeir had never taken compliments well. They made him uncomfortable. And she was really laying them on thick. He continued forward, Baddon shifting quietly to follow after the two, only to leap up and stand on the castle ledge as Arte opened the door and gestured for Celine to go on inside. "Should I send someone to find you something to wear? I don't believe anything in my wardrobe would fit you." |
[/color] The corner of his lips turned up in a slight smirk as he chuckled lightly. "Or maybe you were hoping to remain in my presence nude a while longer?" A joke, but one just a bit inappropriate for a king to be making. Still, she seemed to respond to jokes, and if it made her more comfortable it would make things easier on him as well. Hopefully it wouldn't have the opposite effect.[/style][/center] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • enough | TAG • celine | NOTES • more awkwardness for our great king CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-top: -2px;] [/style][style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][/center] |
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Post by Celine on May 3, 2012 21:41:59 GMT -5
It seemed her thoughts had been mixed at first, but now that she was getting to see a different side of the king... a softer, more relaxed side.. She started to think maybe she could put her trust in him as the start of a new friendship.. Though the image of him being topless, or how she imagined it, lingered in the back of her mind, she brushed it away before she turned too red... Her eyes were down cast until he invited her inside.. Her shade of red deepened ever so slightly...
She asked him to walk with her and saw his arm move behind her, but felt no touch. She looked to him, eyes soft.. He looked to be uncomfortable as she complimented him, and she averted her eyes as he said there was no need to flatter him. They came to the castle and he opened the door and motioned for her to go inside. She did so, and stopped as he asked if he should find someone to fetch her new clothes, that nothing in his wardrobe would fit her... She turned, and soon regretted turning, for his next comment made her face go redder then a beat. Staying nude in his presence? The thought of him not only nude but her nude beside him popped in her mind, she looked down and bit her lip, holding back a nervous smile.
She laughed softly, "Such an honor is for royal women, is it not?" She asked softly, nervously. "I had no right to.. be seen nude in the gardens.. especially not by his royal highness. I mean you.. I mean.. of all people..." She trailed off... "I'm making a bloody fool of myself, aren't I?" She said with half a laugh...
"Truth be told, I had been.. day dreaming.. about seeing you just before you arrived..." She admitted softly, though did not go into detail about the day dream. Of him being topless... And the day dream only seemed to get stronger in her mind as she realized he had seen her nude.. A raging hormone within her sent tingles down her spine and a rush of heat to her cheeks at the thought of the day dream.. But it would never happen.. Would it?
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Post by Artemeir Moore on May 3, 2012 22:59:05 GMT -5
[style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: -2px;] [/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #e7e8e8; margin: 0px;]
[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #245C68;] ARTEMEIR[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;]DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS[/style]
[style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]FOR LIGHT SHALL PREVAIL[/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]LONG LIVE THE KING[/style]
[style= overflow: auto; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]Her face literally lit up right before his eyes. The bright red that spread across her cheeks as her face flushed was enough to inspire another, deeper chuckle from the king, his smirk spreading wider. "How cute." She really must not have expected that. He watched as Celine bowed her head and chewed at her lip, stepping forward and letting his hand drop from the door, listening as it swung shut behind him.
He'd managed to get another laugh out of her, but this one was different. Uneasy. Maybe he'd hit a little too close to the mark? "Such an honor is for royal women, is it not?" An honor? Was that supposed to be a joke? Or did she really think so? He couldn't help but be a bit curious. Perhaps she was only being polite. Mentally he nodded to himself. He was overthinking things.
Or perhaps not? She was so flustered she was beginning to ramble. As she caught herself she gave another laugh, and Artemeir smiled comfortingly in return. "Mmm. Maybe you are. But it's sweet." |
[/color] She was acting a bit foolishly, he wasn't going to lie. But it wasn't as if that was a problem. It was certainly entertaining. For him, at least. Her words caught him off guard. "Daydreaming?" He repeated the word, stunned. She had been daydreaming? About him? While she was naked in his gardens? Well he could only imagine what kind of images had gone through her head. "Funny..."[/color] He smirked slightly, narrowing his eyes at her. "I was under the impression you disliked me, at first."[/color] But a question was gnawing at him. Just what had she been thinking about? This wasn't something that happened often with her, was it? "Heh~ I guess that type of flattery, I can appreciate."[/color] He didn't hesitate this time in pressing his hand to her back gently, turning to lead her through the halls. "You came here for a bath, didn't you?" Mischief danced in his eyes as he looked back from the hall to gaze down at her. "Maybe I could help you with that... it was rude for Baddon to interrupt you before. I should make it up to you, shouldn't I?"[/color] He smiled, watching, waiting for a reaction from her, curious just where those words might send her thoughts. He may not have had time with much romance when he had a kingdom to rule over, but there was nothing wrong with a little flirting, was there? He was already beginning to wonder if he was digging himself in too deep.[/style][/center] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • enough | TAG • celine | NOTES • --- CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-top: -2px;] [/style][style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][/center] |
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Post by Celine on May 3, 2012 23:19:13 GMT -5
Her heart beat faster as she stumbled on words, and she vaguely heard him calling her sweet.. Comforting her.. His words were like sugar.. Her cheeks had turned color by now, and the color only deepened as she contemplated his compliment.. Was he.. hitting on her? She quickly threw in doubts, why would the kiing flirt with her? She went back to her thoughts about the day dream and happened to mention it. "Daydreaming?" He seemed stunned, she wondered if she had struck a chord. A smirk appeared on his facial expression as he muttered "Funny" and she noticed his narrowed eyes.. "I was under the impression you disliked me, at first." She blushed redder then ever before, and said softly, "I just.. was surprised.. I didn't think I would actually see you during.. my ... uh.. dream..."
She trailed off, images of him topless within her mind, this time she didn't push them away as he told her he could appreciate that type of flattery... He went on to put his hand on her back, leading her.. She walked in bliss, the place where his hand laid igniting a fire of emotions to swim through her veins. "You came here for a bath, didn't you? Maybe I could help you with that... it was rude for Baddon to interrupt you before..." He was hitting on her, he was asking to help with a bath.. Surely she had misunderstood.. How she hoped she hadn't... "I should make it up to you, shouldn't I?" He said softly, and she leaned in, kissing his lips. "Yes, I would like nothing more..." She said softly, and added softly, a bit playfully, "You coming, sir?" As she quickened her pace, as more images flooded her mind and her dream seemed to be coming true.
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Post by Artemeir Moore on May 3, 2012 23:54:07 GMT -5
[style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: -2px;] [/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #e7e8e8; margin: 0px;]
[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #245C68;] ARTEMEIR[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;]DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS[/style]
[style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]FOR LIGHT SHALL PREVAIL[/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]LONG LIVE THE KING[/style]
[style= overflow: auto; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]If she blushed any redder she'd be putting tomatoes to shame. It seemed with every word the shade on her cheeks would burn a bit darker, a bit more brightly. Maybe it was cruel to torture her so. She continued to stumble over her words. With the gaps between them it took him a moment to piece the sentence together.
He swore he could feel her skin heat under his touch through the thin robe, the warmth only making his hand press tighter. It felt good, he was tempted to draw her in closer to him, but knew better than to let himself get carried away. Celine, however, seemed just fine with it. Before he knew it she was leaning in to press her lips against his. He half wanted to pull back, he really didn't even know the girl, but at the same time he was tempted to yank her in and pry open those lips with his tongue. She tasted so sweet, and she felt so soft and warm in his hold. He had to fight himself to be able to think straight. Before he could even decide what he wanted to do, she had already pulled away. She had said something, but his mind was so far gone he couldn't possibly figure out what it was.
She moved ahead, quickening her pace. He stood still a while, just watching, still in a state of shock. "You coming, sir?" As his passive mask fell back into place he stepped forward, slow steps carrying him to follow at a leisurely pace after her. What was the rush? Honestly, he needed the time to gather his thoughts and decide how exactly he was going to handle this. His gaze drifted to one of the maids walking by, who by now was blushing furiously. She picked up her own pace as she noticed the king had caught sight of her, only to be stopped by the quick snap of his fingers. He waved her over, still walking, and she jogged up to walk beside him. "M'lord?" she asked meekly, voice trembling. It was unusual to her to see him behave that way. "Get her a clean change of clothes and a couple towels, would you?" She nodded quickly and darted off, walking as fast as she could without running through the halls of the castle. He glanced back up to Celine, who was rushing even further ahead. "Do you know where you're going? Next left, second door." She was in such a hurry to get there. Was she really that eager to get him alone?[/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • enough | TAG • celine | NOTES • ---
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Post by Celine on May 4, 2012 14:45:50 GMT -5
The feel of his lips was warm, sparking a fire deep within her as she had never felt before. For a moment their different lifestyles were forgotten, before she remembered and pulled away.. A bathe.. Aided by the king? What more could she ask for? She hoped it was not some trickery, but his real desire to be alone with her. She was already scurrying ahead, yet stopped to look back. "You coming, sir?" He seemed dazed a moment as she studied him with passive affection. She saw his own features return relaxed and passive. A maid rushed up to him suddenly, as red as she was, and he said something to her about towels and clean clothes before his attention went back to her.
Her eyes darted around a quick moment, she had come to part of the castle that she had never gone to, had assumed it was forbidden to others.. The left corridor... Her gaze wandered down it, knowing thats where his rooms lay... but did she dare go there? Her answer came from his lips as he asked if she knew where she was going, she nodded, and he advised the left corridor... Second door... She hesitated, saying softly, "You sure.. You sure you want to help me with a bathe, sir?" She said softly... By this she meant, was asking, did he wish to see her in the nude again.. Perhaps help her bathe or bathe with her.. With those thoughts, her mind wandered... A fresh image of him in the tub, their bodies intwined, entered her mind... Her color had gone normal, until now, when it returned to a light pink.
She then walked forward, towards the second door, and hesitated just outside the door. "If you're sure, m'lord..." She said softly, and managed a smile. "Would you care to join me?" She asked softly, hand on the door, before she walked up to him placing a hand on his shoulder gently, gazing into his eyes. "About earlier.. I do like you, sir.. You are..." She hesitated, then dared to continue, "Very handsome." She ended in a whisper, her tone having gone hoarse from desire.
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Post by Artemeir Moore on May 4, 2012 15:36:43 GMT -5
[style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: -2px;] [/style] [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=style, background: #e7e8e8; margin: 0px;]
[style= font-family: times; font-size: 35pt; line-height: 33px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -10px; color: #245C68;] ARTEMEIR[/style] [style= background-color: #e7e8e8; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; z index: 1; position: relative; color: #746d6d; margin-bottom: 26px;]DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS[/style]
[style= margin-top: -127px; margin-bottom: 103px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]FOR LIGHT SHALL PREVAIL[/style] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px;]LONG LIVE THE KING[/style]
[style= overflow: auto; width: 400px; background-color: #dedfdf; color: #746d6d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; border-left: #746d6d solid 3px; margin-bottom: 2px;]Her eyes seemed to jump about the hall. Was she nervous? It was understandable. As her focus drifted to look down the corridor he smirked, walking up closer to her. Was she afraid to move now? "You sure..." "Hmm?" |
[/color] "You sure you want to help me with a bath, sir?" She was so unsure of herself. Artemeir simply smiled at her, hoping at least that would comfort her some. Her face went pink and her blue eyes hollowed as her mind wandered. The king wasn't the type to fantasize or imagine, he couldn't let daydreams cloud his vision, he always had to have a clear head to be able to think straight. Still, he believed he had some idea just where her mind had gone, and it incited a snicker. It only made his ego grow to know such an idea would be appealing to her. As she turned to walk forward, he meandered after her, watching curiously as she hesitated in opening the door. "If you're sure, m'lord." He stood silent, waiting. But she wasn't opening the door. She smiled over to him and he simply blinked. Was she frightened? It didn't make sense that she would rush to the door only to take her time in opening it. "Would you care to join me?" Before he could think up a response she was already taking half a step to stand in front of him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "About earlier..." There was something different in her voice. "I do like you sir. You are..." It was becoming difficult to maintain his self control. He stared directly into her eyes, both of which seemed to have fogged over with lust. His own remained clear, though a flicker of light shined behind their usual icy glint. "Very handsome." He hushed tone was just what was need to finally get some sort of reaction from him, his tongue running hungrily across his lips as he took a sudden step forward to back her into the door. He moved as if he would press his body to hers to keep her held to the door's surface, but allowed for just a sliver of space between them. "Don't play very fair, do you?"[/color] he murmured, glancing to the doorknob as he twisted it and prepared to open the door. Allowing her time to realize the door would be opening behind her, he slowly pushed it open to allow her inside, when his hand had found its way to her hip he wasn't quite sure. "After you, hm?"[/color] His patience had worn thin though, and before she had had much time to react he was already stepping forward to corral her into the room, shutting the door tight behind him.[/style][/center] [style= font-family: courier new; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 8px; color: #746d6d; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; background-color: #dedfdf; border-top: #516A95 solid 1px; border-bottom: #516A95 solid 1px; margin-bottom: 3px;] WORDS • enough | TAG • celine | NOTES • --- CREDIT • MADE BY RAVENAL OF OTE. [/style][/td][/tr][/table][style= background-color: #746d6d; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-top: -2px;] [/style][style= background-color: #333333; height: 5px; width: 446px; margin-bottom: 0px;] [/style][/center] |
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Post by Celine on May 5, 2012 14:04:46 GMT -5
As she asked if he was sure, he seemed... comforting. She smiled a bit and relaxed her tense muscles, allowing herself to slip closer to him to tell him he was handsome.. She watched his tongue go across his lips, her own still burned with desire from the heat of the previous kiss. Before she could comprehend what to do next, he was nearly atop of her, and she fell back against the wall, his body close to hers... She took a moment to look him over, his body exciting to her and his aggressiveness slightly provactive.
Eyes sparkled with desire as he told her she didn't play very fair, she wondered if she had crossed a line. Then she heard a creaking sound, and realized the door had opened, he said for her to go ahead, but hustled her into the room anyway... "If you insist..." She teased softly, and dropped her robe once the door was closed tightly.. She ran the water on full blast, slipping in before it was even half way full.. Her eyes ventured to him...
"Going to help me?" She asked with a seductive tone.. She looked to him, and sat up straighter, her skin wet and her hair partially dry.. Grabbing some soap, she rubbed it against her neck and chest, closing her eyes.. waiting.. waiting for him to respond.. Wondering if he was angry, or if he was just wanting to get this over with.. She tried not to rush, and slowed down a bit, putting down the soap bar and letting the soap slip into the water, creating bubbles...
"If you wish, m'lord..." She said softly.. "You can join me.. " She said softly, opening her eyes to seek his... Perhaps she had pushed a line, but it was a risk worth taking. She continued with the soap, the water now covering her up to her neck.. She turned off the water with ease, realizing just how comfortable the tub was... Her eyes took a moment to look around, amazed with what she saw. Much better then a dirty pond indeed.
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