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Re: [ONE](Miro) Owning the Prince

Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2018 7:30 pm
by Nymphrodite J Wolff
(alright. I will keep an eye out}

Re: [ONE](Miro) Owning the Prince

Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2018 1:20 am
by Miro-chan
Lydia regarded him with a bit of a shocked look hearing to stay away from his old friend. Nodding as she watched him move about, she thought about what he said. So, he was interested in men in a romantic way...? A warm smile spread across she's lips, though it held a hint of disappointment, as she gazed up at him. "Oh... I'll do well to remember that then," she said as she turned her gaze down to her bare feet.

The young woman thought a moment, thankful to have her thoughts of slight dissapointment go away, as she stood by the door and answered his with a quiet mutter, "I'm not sure..."

She glanced upwards at the familiar ceiling, and placed her finger on her lower lip. "I guess I will figure it out once I actually get to see the snow."

As he walked past her, the feel of his hand messing up her hair in a soft gesture warmed her heart up a little. The dissapointment returned soon after she had opened her eyes from his having removed itself from the top of her head.
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Her brown orbs flicked upwards hearing the door open, both filled with excitement and expectation at being able to see the world outside the small room she had been cooped up in for three months straight. The first thing that happened before she even took a step forward was the wretched aroma that filled the room. Though she was uses to smelling it, it seemed she would never get used to it. The stench filled her nostrils and caused her nose to crinkle upwards in a disgusted snarl. Her hand lifted upwards to cover it with its top and soon after she was surprised to feel a hand suddenly grasped around her waist. The sudden contact made her jump slightly and her head turned and looked up at her master, who looked much more...masculine than she was used to seeing him. He appeared to be more on edge and uneasy and even though Lydia could tell she was hiding it well, she could still see some of the true emotions coming from him. Her heart skipped a beat and her mind began to fill with an emotion she felt was both forbidden, yet familiar... As she walked by his side, she quickly looked down and focused on her feet, knowing she wasn't supposed to be looking at him, especially with the feelings that were throwing themselves around in her mind.

Re: [ONE](Miro) Owning the Prince

Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2018 7:55 pm
by Nymphrodite J Wolff
Zaknaphien fought desperately to hold onto the happiness he had drawn from seeing the young human's excitement but as the door clicked close behind the pair it melted away. His mind was trained to void his emotions as soon as he saw down the hall and no matter the pleasent circumstance he held little power to change so abruptly.

The elf watched the girl from the corner of his eye, running his free hand through his hair and jerking through the many knots of his fine hair. For a long while she stared up at him, lost in her own thoughts. His main focus was the halls though, weeding out the others; that and Zak was getting used to the human lapsing into silence to think about whatever it was that bothered her.

As they walked the halls Zak tugged at Lydia's shirt, prying his eyes from the bend ahead to look at the scar that beared a resemblance to his own bite. As much as Zak hated to admit it the original reason he kept her was to discover the reason behind such a simple mark but now he was glad he kept her alive. She was something pleasent to return to each night. It wasn't the same comfort as a lover but he could compare it to that of rooming with a close friend. If that companion allowed him to constantly abuse them that is. He grimaced to himself, returning to watching ahead in hopes she wouldn't catch the glimmer of guilt in his eyes.

If Ole saw him now, abusing such a sweet human, the man would have divorced him on the spot. Couldn't blame him though, neither men's nature was to harm the innocent. Lydia was surely that but he could do nothing about it. Zak himself could do nothing about it. His husband was dead meaning it mattered not what the warlock would have thought. He was his mother's lap dog and that was what it was. How could he follow such a woman as her though; with all she had done to him he should have been screaming for her head but instead he sat and took it. He comntinued to zone out, his hand loosening to where it gently rested at her hip.

Blidly, naturally, he led lydia up the only staircase and into a much cleaner hall. It was still made of stone but had far fewer stains and smelled stronger of blood than actual decay.

A pair of heavier footsteps echooed from around the bend, Zak remaining unaware up until he abruptly stopped before the man. The elf was spared a glance and then his focus was on Lydia. He was of similar height to her, twice as broad as Zak, and carried the same nose and color of locks as him. His face was gentler though, small lines of age creating a more retired warrior look despite his girth. "Hello, I am guessing you are Zak's newest slave." He cared not to hide his disdain. Beside her Zak cringed, staring to the wall to his left, having yet to fully acknowledge the man's prescence.