[ARt] Yes sir, No sir

[Artemeir Moore]

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[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= background-color: #e7e8e8; height: 100px; text-align: center; width: 425px;] [/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;]He could see the want glimmering in her eyes, it seemed that at this point she wasn't even bothering to try and hide it anymore. As soon as the door had clicked shut her robe was fluttering down to the floor to rest at her feet. His eyes followed the him of the fabric, shooting back up quickly as it settled on the ground. His gaze paused at the curve of her hips, following the lines of her body upward slowly. From her small waist to her chest... to her small shoulders to the thin column of her neck. He blinked as he finally tore his eyes to look up into hers. She was just moving so quickly, he felt as if he'd been knocked right off his feet. She was already leaning down to turn on the faucet. He tilted his head slightly, watching the way her dark hair spilled over her torn back. And then before he knew it, she was already climbing in. The water had barely risen to cover anything, leaving him speechless and flushed as he simply watched her. He'd lost track of what was happening ages ago. "Going to help me?" His frost colored eyes darted back to meet with hers again. But how was he supposed to answer? As she sat up straight his attention was again directed elsewhere. Her hair plastered to her wet skin, the beads of water that rolled down her cream colored flesh... His gaze followed the path of the soap closely, perhaps a bit too closely as the foam drifted down her skin. Admittedly, he wanted to do a bit more than simply help by now. It seemed like it would be so easy to just- "If you wish, m'lord... You can join me." Had she read his thoughts? Or was it just that obvious that was what he was thinking. "Hnn..." He smirked a bit, stepping up near the edge of the tub and locking eyes with her. "I could. But really, is such behavior fitting of a "great" king?" He wouldn't allow himself to get carried away so easily, he needed to focus. "I wanted to see about those wounds of yours, but..."

[/color] Resting a hand on the edge of the tub he leaned in close to her. "You're rather impatient, aren't you?"[/color] Even in his aggressiveness, Artemeir had never intended to rush anything. He was rushed in so many things already, it was nice to take "certain things" a bit more slowly. But there was always that aggressive determination in passion in everything he did. How unfortunate that it could be mistaken for impatience. Not to say that he was a patient man.

Calmly he pulled over a chair and sat himself in front of the tub, leaning forward slightly and resting his elbows on his knees. With the water covering so much of her, it was much easier to keep his eyes on her face. "So? What happened to you?" The color in his face had faded completely, his breathing even and his tone calm. He'd managed to get ahold of himself rather quickly.[/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 • ---
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[Celine]

She looked to him, careful to hide her wounds.. As her skin touched the water it stung like a a sunburn had been slapped and burned again.. As the soap sank into the water, it only added salt to the wound... She couldn't hold back a wince.. After her flirtatious behavior she should be ashamed, but she felt this was karmas own infamous reward.. A bathe.. But with karma came bad sides, and that bad side was that it burned the heck out of her fresh wounds and older wounds... She had asked if he would join her.. But now pain had overwhelmed her.. He said something about not fitting for a great king and she managed half a smile.. hardly any flirtatiousness was left in her after he spoke about her wounds...

"M'lord... " She started to object but thought better of it.. Instead she leaned forward, her front half in the water with her back exposed... "As you wish." She said quietly and turned the wounds towards him.. Though in water, they were filthy dirty with soot and dirt having been almost ground in.. probably due to being uncleaned and the scabs attempting to grow over the dirt.. Thus pus filled yellow patches lined the scars, which had some blood leaking out at the mere touch of the soap and water..

With a grimace she turned away, vaguely hearing him ask how it happened, or something similar to that... She looked down at her submerged toes... "I was a daughter of a mother who slept with a bastard.. after being pre-arranged to marry someone else... Although a noble, some seem to hold me accountable for it somehow.. Often finding me alone and... Well.. Sex trading... For a laugh. After that they'll punish me for it themselves, as if I was not humiliated enough... Their names I'll never know.. I just... wish it would stop for once.. that someone could see me for something other then a bastard child to use and abuse..."

She trailed off, then looked at him... "Why do you care so much about me? I am after all.. just a bastard child.." She said quietly.... She met his eyes, her own empty of joy and filled with pain... She looked down and sighed softly. "So.. Whats your story, your highness?"