08-30-2016, 07:29 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
Your talk of leashes and collars excites him. This is something he has not considered as dominant as he is; but perhaps the thing that excites him most is that constant tightening around his putrified heart that only his lover can hold. It is nothing new that she holds his reins, but yes, for now let’s consider her his mistress.
Like any good mistress, she leaves him guessing, wanting more. Such is the case with her current chosen ruler - he is unsure but he must go along with his mistress’s wishes. She had control, she would play the game at her own pace. It was Gunsynd’s role to simply ensure the game would continue. It is this role that pushes him to make his request.
He listens to her words (or rather feels them, deep in the recesses of his grey matter). His demeanor does not change as he considers her. Gunsynd lacks the innate ability to understand the opinions of others without careful thought. He leans back and reaches overhead to nip at a leaf hanging low from the tree to his side. He chews slowly and thinks over what she has said; how to play his hand?
Finally he regards her, notes the steel armor she has surrounded herself with and the china mask that he has disheveled. This amuses him and he considers what has happened to this woman to bring her here to this point. But ultimately this is none of his concern, he just needs to ensure that his lover can keep her tight grip on his leash. “I have not seen a single soldier. None protecting the borders other than you and your king.” His voice rumbles through his chest causing the air of the valley to vibrate around him. “But if you believe that such a move would cause discord, I am more than happy to challenge them for the position.”
He pauses, watching her with interest. She could not argue that challenging for a position was not a “proper” method of acquiring rank. “As for your insinuation that the position is meaningless, I disagree. If such were the case, what would be the point in you calling yourself the queen? Why not become a foot soldier - if what you suggest is true, then you could garner the same results either way.” His dark eyes continue to watch her intently. There is no emotion evident on his features other than his obvious occupation with their dialogue. If she had pegged him for a mindless warhorse she had misjudged. He needed his game too much to just let the issue drop.
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