[ He can't help the chuckle at that, because look, he's learned a few things about her at least. Not that he seems to mind when he motions with his head to come along then as he takes a long sip of his coffee. ]
I may have you hold my screws for me so I can put them in faster.
[ Means she'll get to watch him a little more up close though. ]
Comes with being well trained in the art of stabbing. At some point you're gonna hit a stab-wall you have to respect if you don't want to be stabbed in return.
Well heard. Though I do not know if it will stop me from occasionally worrying. Perhaps I should move your room to next to mine to stop them from getting to you so easily though.
[ Will his father frown? Probably. Will the other woman have a fit? Absolutely. Do either of them care about either of those opinions? He's not so sure. ]
Forever if I can make it so, so be careful what you promise. But you can, trust me. And I am glad I can make you smile.
You're allowed to worry. I will not stop you. You are my king, and there is good reason why, my fire. Now you know we'd hardly get any sleep if I were to take the room next to yours. It would almost be as bad as having me in your bed every night. Not that I'd complain.
[She does care a little bit. It's hard that she will never gain approval no matter what she does, but she is strong and will always stand tall as long as she has her fire behind her. He will always be the man she loves, and to have him, she would give up her life.]
The word forever has never frightened me. I would go through every ceremony to make it so, no matter what it takes. You know that I will face death herself. You can always trust me as well, my lover. Each day renewed, and each day I smile because of you.
We may not be well slept, but we'd be well sated and happy at least, my little dragon. Nor would I complain either.
[ Though he understands that her answer is basically a no, don't move her room. They main not gain approval from his family, but he's also starting to wonder of her as his mistress will need to be a line in the marriage when his parents finally decide they know who to marry him off to. He's not sure he could stand her having to find another man. ]
I am glad that it does not frighten you, because it does not frighten me either. And if I could make it so, I would. But if we tried to go through the ceremonies I would like to fulfill, we'd have to run and not come back.
[ Would he abandon his title, his people, his kingdom and family for her? Maybe. But his loyalty is strong in him too. ]
If only my quarters could be within your own. Then we'd sleep and fuck as we wanted to. There would be no troubles on either front. Sated, happy, and rested when the occasion called for it.
The call to mate is strong between us, and there are times I wonder if there is more to it than the bond we have forged. Not every couple is strong enough to make it through the ceremonies if they are not a matched pair and yet I have no doubt that we would come out better on the other end, the strongest pair of rulers yet.
I don't know my lineage, what if there's blood that I don't know about that stirs my veins and makes it so hard for you to resist. The taste of it is as sweet to you as yours is to me. My fire, my king, my love, I will do anything to stay with you. Anything.
We would officially never get anything done. I'd keep you pinned beneath me, wrapped around me for all our days...
I have no doubt of that either, and sometimes I do wonder if we should throw caution to the wind and just mate. But I don't want you to suffer any wrath my family may befall us for disobeying them like that.
There is always that question, but until we can find a fireteller that can trace you, I don't know if my parents will ever agree to our mating. I've tracked down one I've invited to try though, to see if we can dig into your lineage, because what I do know is that I don't think I'll ever crave any other person like I crave you.
That is so very tempting lover. It's been two days and I am a little stir crazy already. I feel cold in places I am used to your heat. Your fire has always been such a good match for my shadows.
It would spit in the eyes of all that we know, and I feel the call so strong lately. I wonder if there is a phenomenon out there that is pulling at us. I have many questions about you and I. There seems to be so much that brings us together, and I have never known another man I have ever looked at or needed like you. I could have gone anywhere, and yet I chose your chambers, knowing full well what could befall me. Here I am, the one you would call mate, if only I were of higher lineage.
It's a painful ceremony, but I will do anything if it will tell me that I am worthy of you or not. I know that you are the only person I will ever be able to mate. If it is not you, then I will be without a mate, but if that is my fate, then I will survive that fate. You are worth it all, my sweet, sweet love.
Flying was absolutely glorious. Waiting for one's wings to grow in, however, was miserable. But wait she had, chafing at almost every moment. Particularly when she was forced to watch her brothers spread their own and take the skies, heading off to plunder, pillage, or whatever it was that two dragon-princes did whenever they left Carhaise's massive castle and didn't return for several days, and when they did, it was to gloat, drink, and brag about their "adventures".
Infuriating males.
But this morning, Aeron and Idris were still asnooze, having only just returned last eve to rousing cheers from the old King's court, bringing with them yet even more treasure to add to the kingdom's coffers. A pirate fleet just off the edge of Brecillion Bay (named for the sprawling city of Brecillia, situated at the bottom of Carhaise Castle) made fine targets for the princely brothers; they'd fallen on the brigands under the cover of night and even the seas had burned with the fury of the Dracul.
Naturally, their younger sister hadn't been invited.
A fact that still smarted, Guinevere silently fumed to herself as she soared low over the high tops of Winterhaven's evergreens. The forest stretched for leagues, marking Carhaise's eastern border that it shared with Sta'lyre, but she was careful to keep to the west; she knew peace was tentative with her father and the old wyrm that ruled the neighboring kingdom. Nevertheless, she gave her sail-like wings a few vigorous pumps, angling higher in the bright blue sky, red-gold scales catching the morning sunlight and sending rubies sparkling all across the skies.
The young she-dragon spiraled and dipped, rolled and flipped, even letting out a loud, guttural roar of sheer delight as she arrowed through the skies, diving low enough to startle an entire flock of birds from the dark treetops, indulging herself in a few as she passed through them. Small snacks, those.
But so intent was she on cleaning feathers out of her teeth was she that she failed to notice the missile until she heard the deep twang of a chain-thick rope launched from a catapult below. Startled, Guinevere dove aside, roaring, but another whistled past her, then another, but the fourth exploded right in front of her, a thickly woven net quickly trapping her and sending her plummeting towards the earth.
Her roars escalated into high-pitched screams, hellish enough to curdle the blood, but not even her fear-laced fury could stop her from crashing into the trees. She heard the shouts and war-cries of many humans as she plowed directly into the dirt, caught and helpless within their hateful net. Fear gave her strength, but her talons were useless; her legs were pinned beneath her weight. Her captors burst from the trees, all brandishing some sort of weapon and all holding deathless hate in each eye. They looked like half-drowned rats; apparently her brothers had missed a few, and now they were out for revenge.
Even with being on the other side of Carhaise from the pirate raid in Brecillion, Erix's family had heard of it. The wayward princes of Carhaise making a name for themselves, pissing off some of the other races that weren't able to so easily fly and take them down. It wasn't just their family that had to be more careful about the outcomes and the animosity that stir from their attacks. Especially when it's so easily clear it's dragons and not another race by boat.
It's rankled his parents, that the blowback is coming on their kingdom as well by proxy when the boys, because to Erix and his family they act like boys, do these things.
The large, black dragon form he takes is in the sky along the edges of his own kingdom of Sta'lyre to monitor, keep watch, and make sure that none of his own people are bothered by anyone that may have remained from the raid the night before. Which is lucky, for Guinevere, because he hears that roar that turns into screams on the air. He circles that direction without a second thought, even when it means crossing over in to Carhaise territory. Better to deal with the aftermath of crossing over but still have whoever needs help alive then ignore someone in need.
What he sees has him almost still in the air. Though before any of the half-drowned pirates can actually make a move for her, there's a loud, dangerous roar through the air. Warning, that they aren't alone, that she's not alone. And that they better back off. If the roar isn't enough, his mouth opens and fire engulfs their catapult that they used to take her down with, destroying it quickly so they can't use it again on him before he moves to land close by but not on top. He doesn't want to catch her with dragonfire without knowing if she can take the heat first. But close enough that he snaps at the nearest man, sending the pirate backing up and stumbling over a rock to keep clear of the teeth.
Guinevere wasn't yet at the point of panic; she was still struggling, snapping at those who darted too close, even though the net kept her teeth from their flesh. But thankfully this massive form gave them pause, for even though she was still quite young, she was still larger than a drake, perhaps sixty cubits from snout to tail. Her aged father was over twice that, and her brothers rapidly approaching such an impressive size.
Her talons she did manage to get through the net, and a few adventurous humans lay dead, raked apart, but the tight confines kept her from inhaling enough breath to ignite the flames down in her throat; her fiery exhalation was all but useless like this. Still she fought on, determined to take as many of them down as she possibly could.
Until she heard a second roar. A dark shape appeared over the trees and her first wild, triumphant thought was Idris!, that her brother had found her at last. But as it flew closer, her heart sank as she realized those were not dark sapphire scales glinting in the mid-morning sun. The newcomer nevertheless came to her aid, decimating the humans' death machines and landing between the captive she-dragon and her tormentors.
And apparently having second-guessed their own mortality, the gaggle of pitiful, but effective, humans thought better of continuing their quest for revenge, now that reptilian reinforcements had arrived. They quickly scattered, melting into the trees and leaving the two wyrms in the blood-and-wood-splattered clearing.
Guinevere still grunted and wriggled, slashing at the cumbersome ropes in effort to get free. Frantic struggles that they were, they only succeeded in binding her tighter until she finally had to cease, lest she suffocate from their constricting grip. She fell to one side, panting, red-gold scales glittering.
This was absolutely not how she'd envisioned her day to go. At all.
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Date: 2024-03-01 10:42 pm (UTC)[ He's waiting at least, for her to get to him. Though his brow arches a little with a smile for the to go cup. ]
Help or watch me work and make fun commentary? But also thank you for the coffee.
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Date: 2024-03-02 03:16 am (UTC)[ She smiles widely at him and shrugs, having been caught out. ]
But not to make fun of you. To see those nice big muscles in action.
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Date: 2024-03-17 11:12 pm (UTC)I may have you hold my screws for me so I can put them in faster.
[ Means she'll get to watch him a little more up close though. ]
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Date: 2024-03-19 03:50 am (UTC)Oh, I think I can handle that, and have enough attention for your arms too. What kinds of books are you interested in hoarding?
[ She loves books too, so it will be interesting to see his library. ]
~kelitsos
Date: 2024-03-01 10:45 pm (UTC)I don't mean many who run hot like me. That is very intriguing.
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Date: 2024-03-24 04:46 pm (UTC)~morganjayfinnigan
Date: 2024-03-01 10:49 pm (UTC)Gets the job done, keeps you out of trouble, it's definitely a win win. So long as you don't stab more than you can handle.
[ He is not the kind of person who would say no, especially if it was brought on themselves, okay. They may have definitely deserved the stabbing. ]
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Date: 2024-03-18 12:44 am (UTC)~blackhourglass
Date: 2024-03-01 10:53 pm (UTC)Well heard. Though I do not know if it will stop me from occasionally worrying. Perhaps I should move your room to next to mine to stop them from getting to you so easily though.
[ Will his father frown? Probably. Will the other woman have a fit? Absolutely. Do either of them care about either of those opinions? He's not so sure. ]
Forever if I can make it so, so be careful what you promise. But you can, trust me. And I am glad I can make you smile.
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Date: 2024-03-02 03:34 am (UTC)[She does care a little bit. It's hard that she will never gain approval no matter what she does, but she is strong and will always stand tall as long as she has her fire behind her. He will always be the man she loves, and to have him, she would give up her life.]
The word forever has never frightened me. I would go through every ceremony to make it so, no matter what it takes. You know that I will face death herself. You can always trust me as well, my lover. Each day renewed, and each day I smile because of you.
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Date: 2024-03-17 11:19 pm (UTC)[ Though he understands that her answer is basically a no, don't move her room. They main not gain approval from his family, but he's also starting to wonder of her as his mistress will need to be a line in the marriage when his parents finally decide they know who to marry him off to. He's not sure he could stand her having to find another man. ]
I am glad that it does not frighten you, because it does not frighten me either. And if I could make it so, I would. But if we tried to go through the ceremonies I would like to fulfill, we'd have to run and not come back.
[ Would he abandon his title, his people, his kingdom and family for her? Maybe. But his loyalty is strong in him too. ]
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Date: 2024-03-18 09:49 am (UTC)The call to mate is strong between us, and there are times I wonder if there is more to it than the bond we have forged. Not every couple is strong enough to make it through the ceremonies if they are not a matched pair and yet I have no doubt that we would come out better on the other end, the strongest pair of rulers yet.
I don't know my lineage, what if there's blood that I don't know about that stirs my veins and makes it so hard for you to resist. The taste of it is as sweet to you as yours is to me. My fire, my king, my love, I will do anything to stay with you. Anything.
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Date: 2024-03-21 08:15 pm (UTC)I have no doubt of that either, and sometimes I do wonder if we should throw caution to the wind and just mate. But I don't want you to suffer any wrath my family may befall us for disobeying them like that.
There is always that question, but until we can find a fireteller that can trace you, I don't know if my parents will ever agree to our mating. I've tracked down one I've invited to try though, to see if we can dig into your lineage, because what I do know is that I don't think I'll ever crave any other person like I crave you.
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Date: 2024-03-21 09:02 pm (UTC)It would spit in the eyes of all that we know, and I feel the call so strong lately. I wonder if there is a phenomenon out there that is pulling at us. I have many questions about you and I. There seems to be so much that brings us together, and I have never known another man I have ever looked at or needed like you. I could have gone anywhere, and yet I chose your chambers, knowing full well what could befall me. Here I am, the one you would call mate, if only I were of higher lineage.
It's a painful ceremony, but I will do anything if it will tell me that I am worthy of you or not. I know that you are the only person I will ever be able to mate. If it is not you, then I will be without a mate, but if that is my fate, then I will survive that fate. You are worth it all, my sweet, sweet love.
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Date: 2024-03-18 02:10 am (UTC)Infuriating males.
But this morning, Aeron and Idris were still asnooze, having only just returned last eve to rousing cheers from the old King's court, bringing with them yet even more treasure to add to the kingdom's coffers. A pirate fleet just off the edge of Brecillion Bay (named for the sprawling city of Brecillia, situated at the bottom of Carhaise Castle) made fine targets for the princely brothers; they'd fallen on the brigands under the cover of night and even the seas had burned with the fury of the Dracul.
Naturally, their younger sister hadn't been invited.
A fact that still smarted, Guinevere silently fumed to herself as she soared low over the high tops of Winterhaven's evergreens. The forest stretched for leagues, marking Carhaise's eastern border that it shared with Sta'lyre, but she was careful to keep to the west; she knew peace was tentative with her father and the old wyrm that ruled the neighboring kingdom. Nevertheless, she gave her sail-like wings a few vigorous pumps, angling higher in the bright blue sky, red-gold scales catching the morning sunlight and sending rubies sparkling all across the skies.
The young she-dragon spiraled and dipped, rolled and flipped, even letting out a loud, guttural roar of sheer delight as she arrowed through the skies, diving low enough to startle an entire flock of birds from the dark treetops, indulging herself in a few as she passed through them. Small snacks, those.
But so intent was she on cleaning feathers out of her teeth was she that she failed to notice the missile until she heard the deep twang of a chain-thick rope launched from a catapult below. Startled, Guinevere dove aside, roaring, but another whistled past her, then another, but the fourth exploded right in front of her, a thickly woven net quickly trapping her and sending her plummeting towards the earth.
Her roars escalated into high-pitched screams, hellish enough to curdle the blood, but not even her fear-laced fury could stop her from crashing into the trees. She heard the shouts and war-cries of many humans as she plowed directly into the dirt, caught and helpless within their hateful net. Fear gave her strength, but her talons were useless; her legs were pinned beneath her weight. Her captors burst from the trees, all brandishing some sort of weapon and all holding deathless hate in each eye. They looked like half-drowned rats; apparently her brothers had missed a few, and now they were out for revenge.
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Date: 2024-03-21 07:45 pm (UTC)It's rankled his parents, that the blowback is coming on their kingdom as well by proxy when the boys, because to Erix and his family they act like boys, do these things.
The large, black dragon form he takes is in the sky along the edges of his own kingdom of Sta'lyre to monitor, keep watch, and make sure that none of his own people are bothered by anyone that may have remained from the raid the night before. Which is lucky, for Guinevere, because he hears that roar that turns into screams on the air. He circles that direction without a second thought, even when it means crossing over in to Carhaise territory. Better to deal with the aftermath of crossing over but still have whoever needs help alive then ignore someone in need.
What he sees has him almost still in the air. Though before any of the half-drowned pirates can actually make a move for her, there's a loud, dangerous roar through the air. Warning, that they aren't alone, that she's not alone. And that they better back off. If the roar isn't enough, his mouth opens and fire engulfs their catapult that they used to take her down with, destroying it quickly so they can't use it again on him before he moves to land close by but not on top. He doesn't want to catch her with dragonfire without knowing if she can take the heat first. But close enough that he snaps at the nearest man, sending the pirate backing up and stumbling over a rock to keep clear of the teeth.
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Date: 2024-03-21 11:50 pm (UTC)Her talons she did manage to get through the net, and a few adventurous humans lay dead, raked apart, but the tight confines kept her from inhaling enough breath to ignite the flames down in her throat; her fiery exhalation was all but useless like this. Still she fought on, determined to take as many of them down as she possibly could.
Until she heard a second roar. A dark shape appeared over the trees and her first wild, triumphant thought was Idris!, that her brother had found her at last. But as it flew closer, her heart sank as she realized those were not dark sapphire scales glinting in the mid-morning sun. The newcomer nevertheless came to her aid, decimating the humans' death machines and landing between the captive she-dragon and her tormentors.
And apparently having second-guessed their own mortality, the gaggle of pitiful, but effective, humans thought better of continuing their quest for revenge, now that reptilian reinforcements had arrived. They quickly scattered, melting into the trees and leaving the two wyrms in the blood-and-wood-splattered clearing.
Guinevere still grunted and wriggled, slashing at the cumbersome ropes in effort to get free. Frantic struggles that they were, they only succeeded in binding her tighter until she finally had to cease, lest she suffocate from their constricting grip. She fell to one side, panting, red-gold scales glittering.
This was absolutely not how she'd envisioned her day to go. At all.