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RE: go to hell for heaven's sake; any - Sinner - 11-29-2018 there is but one rule hunt or be hunted
Sinner the king of sylva @[Valdis] Ohhh, I do too! <3 RE: go to hell for heaven's sake; any - Valdis - 11-30-2018 And in the darkened underpass I thought, "Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!" ”I thought so too,” she quips with a sly grin tracing along the edges of her lips. Her role as a princess is nothing more than a name. It provided no responsibilities, no sweet deals, especially not with her half-siblings running rampant and continuing to fill mother’s eyes with happiness and love. No, Solace loves her and Velk. There’s no doubt about that. But Valdis also realizes that she doesn’t entirely fit into a family anymore. Not with mother, not with father. Maybe that’s why she is overzealous and so curious about Sinner. There are possibilities, he says, and Valdis is tempted by the prospect to have something she never has before. No parents to hold her back, no siblings to overshadow. Finally, she can pave her own way even it means her undoing one day. It will be an experience, one in which she wants to sink her claws into. The idea is exhilarating. In her chest, her heart drums quickly and her eyes lift to his own. ”I very easily could,” but she wonders if she would truly tire of him and the shroud of darkness that seems to shadow his every step, his every word. The precariousness of his nature hasn’t been forgotten – it thrums in reminder at the back of her thoughts – but her own desires take precedence. A foolish girl, she is, but she is young and still learning what trouble lies outside of Hyaline. Barely having entered adulthood, her eyes are still covered. Her entire life has been filled with rainbow and butterflies. It would be a lie if she wasn’t enamored by the way he slinks behind her and eases along her left side. Where he touches her shoulder, then her neck, the skin is on fire. Electricity courses through her veins. Everything within her comes to life. ”I’ve no worry that you will get bored,” she murmurs as her head turns slightly to look at him and to see how his own gaze roves across her. He breathes her in, presses his muzzle to her neck, and in that moment she realizes that she is his. A slow sideways step reestablishes the small space between them, but Valdis unexpectedly reaches toward him only to nip his neck. Inwardly, she wants to extend the same condemnation – that he will never stray – but even in her ignorance, Valdis knows what a folly that is. As long as he always comes back, she muses, but her voice challenges him instead. ”Or else what, my King?” A playful smile. A poisonous tone. But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask. @[Sinner] RE: go to hell for heaven's sake; any - Sinner - 12-06-2018 there is but one rule hunt or be hunted
Sinner the king of sylva @[Valdis] RE: go to hell for heaven's sake; any - Valdis - 12-07-2018 And in the darkened underpass I thought, "Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!" A chuckle slips from his lips, grating against her ears, but Valdis finds she enjoys the coarseness of it. It doesn’t spring from his joyously as mother’s laughter nor is it the proud chuckle of her father. Beneath the layers of the gesture there is a lingering darkness and a sense of foreboding. Sinner’s reasons for chuckling may very well be different from her own. That, she keeps in mind. As young as she is, she isn’t an idiot. But she, admittedly, enjoys having fun sometimes. ”Maybe I’ll take my chances,” she drawls with a casual lift of her brow, challenging him and his instinctual prowess while exhibiting her own. Valdis will never cower beneath his intense stare and sharp tongue; she won’t always fold to his whims immediately. Whether it’s from an inherited stubbornness or being a ‘little princess,’ it cannot be certain. She revels in it, not being his rag doll. It would destroy the mystique. Untouchable, she suddenly labels herself as her blue eyes rise to meet his face. He will want to overpower her, to own her – does he already? – and to have her shudder beneath his weight. Tempting, she muses, only because his offer is still hanging in the space between them, hesitating, but Valdis doesn’t pounce on it – or him. She bides her time only to be met with his wolfish grin and silence. There isn’t an official offer, no inclination that he will sweep her away from the meadow and into his spider web. She could be like the other women – those who prance and press their bodies into him, yearning to be taken away. But she doesn’t. She won’t. Valdis tips her head and glances briefly toward the treeline at the far end. Her mind reels but her face betrays nothing, not yet. Is she a free woman? The concept is vague, but her body remains untouched except for the area on her neck to which he pressed his muzzle (the skin there still seems to burn – pleasurable? Miserable?). Assuming that she is, Valdis takes a slow – almost unwilling – step away from the hellhound. ”Well, King Sinner, perhaps I will go home then,” her voice is heroin, drawing him in, sinking its addictive nature into his blood, ”back to Hyaline or the Cove.” She says it flatly, without a teasing tone despite how her mind conjures a want for him to pursue, to block her way and admit that he wants her closer and to not leave him alone in the meadow. But he is Sinner. He has his own agenda whether it is with or without her, but she can hope. But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask. @[Sinner] RE: go to hell for heaven's sake; any - Sinner - 12-11-2018 there is but one rule hunt or be hunted
Sinner the king of sylva @[Valdis] RE: go to hell for heaven's sake; any - Valdis - 12-14-2018 And in the darkened underpass I thought, "Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!" Confidence. It can be a saving grace, but also an awful curse. It spurred Valdis to roam the pestilent lands and jeopardize her health, and it has led her into the hellhound’s spinning web. The longer she remains so close, breathing in his allure, the more precarious her future is. Sinner’s wolfish grin is enticing, oddly enough, but Valdis has hardly lowered her guard. Appropriately so, she remains wary of him although her confidence is stroked by his smile and placidity. There is no longer a savage hunger mirrored in his eyes and he isn’t shedding her blood across the forest floor. What hope she has of her safety increases slowly. They play into each other’s hands, dancing to the beat of a tango. Valdis slips her eyes away from the distant treeline to observe Sinner, listening to his gruff protest. A smile threatens to shatter the stoicism of her face, but surprisingly, she remains composed beneath his possessive stare. ”Perhaps,” she murmurs with a thoughtful blink, weighing her options carefully. ”If I wanted a high seat in Hyaline or the Cove, I likely could,” but she would always remain in the shadow of her mother and step-mother, eternally squirming to find her own place and path. At least with Sinner, even as a lowly newcomer, there would be open-ended opportunity. Her name would spread across more than just one single land. A new reputation could formulate; she wouldn’t simply be a princess guarded in a glass box. Sinner is aware of this. By the way he peers at her with hooded eyes and offers an alternative lifestyle, he is well aware of the ensnaring Hyaline would cause. Shackles would forever bound her to a land she has outgrown. With a casual flick of her tail, Valdis finds herself accepting (submitting) to his dark charm. A smug, lopsided grin softens the edges of her pretty face. ”Okay, okay, I will come to Sylva. You must really like me or something,” an amused chuckle tumbles sweetly into the space between them, teasing him harmlessly before nodding her head. ”I will check out your home and perhaps stay if I don’t get bored.” But she doesn’t plan to leave – not that she could, she doesn’t yet realize – because Sinner has already sunken his fangs into her and bound her to him. To him, and not to a land. But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask. @[Sinner] |