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Author Topic: angel on fire  (Read 634 times)

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Offline Felicite Veilleux

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angel on fire
« on: Feb 16, 18, 02:12:57 PM »
"The Lady Beaudion is... indisposed at the moment. You'll need to come back later."

The words brought an immediate glower to Fel's face and she staunchly crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to budge so much as an inch. This had to have been the umpteenth time she'd been turned away in the past few months and she was pretty tired of it at this point. Whether it was Senja's doing or that of the staff, the Landen didn't know or care and she wasn't going to kowtow any longer about it. "No. I'm not going anywhere except inside to see her. Now. As visiting hours are still in-progress." Bright green eyes flicked pointedly over to the sign that indicated what those hours were, those of which she was still clearly within.

The brunette watched the men stationed at the desk shifting their gazes towards each other and exchanging... looks. Either harboring irritation that she was being so adamant and annoying about it or surprise for much of the same reason. They could, of course, literally end her life without so much as batting a lash. Hell, even a White jewel could, and from the colors that the men were sporting - looked to be a Rose and a Purple Dusk based on the jewelry that adorned their persons - it would take even less effort to do so.

Yet there Felicite stood, throwing caution to the wind and refusing to show any sort of fear in the face of powerful members of the Blood. She wasn't scared of them and refused to act it - however stupid and reckless that behavior actually was, she ignored that - for the sake of sating whatever egos or superiority complexes they possessed. "Well? I have all day, you know. Or would you rather I find whoever's in charge of this place and inform them of your sheer unwillingness to assist a visitor? Out of what I can only assume is racial bias, even?"

The last bit was definitely questionable as to its truth and even Fel knew it was a stretch of a card to play, but she highly doubted the head of the Dark Haven would be pleased to find rumors spreading about their staff acting so defiantly due to implied prejudice. The place had some reputation to uphold, after all... or so she assumed, anyway. It seemed, however, that some part of either her bullheadedness or her threat struck a nerve within the men and she watched their eyes narrow while they appeared to be communicating in that whole... psychic thread thing (she'd seen Senja do it many times and knew what it looked like by now). A smile threatened to split across her mouth but for posterity's sake she kept her expression neutral.

"Very well. We will let her know you're here and will escort you to her room," the lighter-jeweled of the men eventually murmured before standing and gesturing for the woman to follow.

"Thank you," she responded, her tone far less demanding and actually rather grateful. She did have some manners and sense of self-preservation, apparently. Enough not to look a gift horse in the mouth sometimes, at least.

Instead, she turned on her heel and moved to follow the man through the winding corridors of the building, her heart pounding just a little more rapidly in her chest with each step. The trek seemed to take an eternity when in reality it couldn't have been more than a few minutes at most. There was always a certain anxiety she felt whenever she was in the building, mixed with an irritation and disdain that she was just never quite able to quash. She hated the place, found it unnecessary and cruel on many levels, and could only hope that one day someone had the sense to burn it to the ground. With everyone out of it, of course.

These thoughts vanished the moment Fel was in front of the familiar door and it took her a couple moments of pause until she reached up to knock, indicating her presence before her hand fell to the doorknob. There was some give as her fingers curled around the metal, it wasn't locked so she could only assume the men had did as they said they would. Twisting said doorknob, she slowly pushed and took just enough of a step forward to stand past the threshold before her gaze shot around in search of the woman she'd come to see.

"Sen," she breathed out quietly once she finally spotted her, a genuine smile finally crossing her face for one of the first times since... well... probably the last time she'd come to visit. "Hello, love."

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Re: angel on fire
« Reply #1 on: Feb 17, 18, 04:02:22 PM »
She did not dwell on the growing hate for those who sought to cure her rage, her Darkness cursed fury. At one time she’d never questioned her justice, never questioned her championing of the rights of Jeweless Blood and Landen at the cost of the more powerful Jeweled Blood. It’d cost her a reputation she’d never truly cared for. It’d cost her a Province she’d loved but had not loved her in return. And in the end, it’d cost her freedom, all in the noble sacrifice of protecting those closest to her heart.

At first, she’d thought it would be a few months and they’d release her, claim her cured. But she was stubborn. Ingrained within Senja’s very soul was the belief that she’d been right. That she’d meted out justice, that she’d not been the victim of Dark Jeweled instability. When she bared her claws on behalf of those without power, she’d become the very thing that Chaillot had begun to hate.

And then the Queen of Chaillot, Avarice Laurent, had started the greatest of social works. The whispers had started soon afterward about Senja, about the Butcher of Cotaine. But she’d retired from public affairs, had retired to an altar and become someone Chaillot could forget. Until she met Felicite.

In her darkest despair, in the fear that years will become decades before she is considered cured, she recalls the first moment she saw the woman. She fled into altar, unaware of Senja’s meditation. The slurred insults that had followed the beautiful creature had stunned Senja. But the words, the threat, and the very fact that the drunk Prince had threatened a Landen woman in her altar, it had been enough. Senja had at first planned to break open his barriers, to give him pain both physical and psychic. Instead though, she’d found the man’s intentions, his dark fantasy of rape and how, with no Jewels to break, his eagerness to harm the Landen woman.

Senja had broken his Jewels without a thought beyond justice, beyond preventing that perversion from continuing. The woman, Felicite, had stopped her before she could take the man’s life in earnest. She’d given him mercy and thrown him out before she turned to give succor to the Landen woman.

That night, Senja found herself soothed. Felicite Veilleux had enchanted Senja in a way she’d never expected. The woman was more than beautiful, far more. She was charming, kind, and wickedly intelligent. And that night, and each night afterward, she found herself more deeply in love with Felicite.

The depth of her passion was in part one of the reasons she knew that the Dark Haven was determined to only release her when they were sure of her stability. They could see beneath that ice that had frozen over her heart into the hidden fire. She was a Queen, one who nourished Chaillot and kept the island vibrant, but she’d also taken sons and daughters, mothers and fathers, from some of the more influential families during her reign. Slights were forgotten in time, but death, maiming, and broken Jewels, they were not easily forgotten.

They’d warned Senja via a Yellow psychic thread that she had a visitor, but not who. Senja assumed it would be her mother. Her mother was a frequent visitor, and even though tainted by the reputation of her daughter, was not without some powerful friends in Chaillot. With enough notice, Senja had crossed to the mirror in her small room.

The make of the small vanity was decent quality of all her items, but it was not a lavish suite (though that fact bothered her mother far more than it bothered her). Making certain that her makeup was not out of place, Senja brushed some wisps of hair back from her head and took a seat at the small table in her room. Her dress was fine, dyed cotton, but there was little lace and it was at least a year if not two out of fashion. There was not much she could do to cover the braided metal that rested against her throat where she’d once worn her Red. She ached to wear her Jewels without knowing she’d have to relinquish them again, each time she gave to the land a bittersweet reminder of the chains in her pretty prison and how she was not free to wear her Jewels.

Senja braced herself emotionally for the onslaught of her mother anew and stood from the vanity. Though she didn’t take a seat against, she took up a spot next to the small table. A book was open on the small, but it’d been ignored all week (a new treatise on the effect of Dark Jewels on stability which only managed to infuriate the Queen slowly with each page read). She clasped her hands in front of her and her back straightened by reflex. Prepared to see the face of the woman who’d pushed her towards some ideal every waking moment of her life, Senja was prepared for the woman who actually entered.

Relief and a surge of joy shot thru Senja. She didn’t break into the smile that tugged at her lips until the door was shut. (Too many prying eyes.) As the door shut, Senja took the few steps remaining between herself and the dark haired woman who was one of the few balms that soothed her frayed emotions.

“Felicite.” Her name was a prayer, a devotional, so desperately spoken. Her hand lifted to Felicite's cheek, the warmth of her fingers splayed over the soft flesh of her lover’s skin. “Hello to you too,” Senja spoke, her voice heavy but softly spoke. (Too many prying ears.) Without hesitation, she pressed her lips to Felicite’s, firmly and tenderly, and with all the love that she’d felt those years ago. The very touch of lips to hers was a lifeline, a promise of beautiful days and tender love, intertwined. Somedays, Senja felt that Felicite was the only thing that kept her sane.

When she broke the kiss, her smile had grown into a thing of beaming joy. “I didn’t know you were planning to come today.” Her tone was not chastisement, but instead, a warm welcome.

Though the Dark Haven worked to take her passion and leave her with icy calm, a mere moment with Felicite was enough to rekindle the warmth within her.

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Re: angel on fire
« Reply #2 on: Feb 17, 18, 05:19:13 PM »
As a general rule, Felicite was not the type to be caught unaware by much of anything. Science had been the thing that guided her and motivated her for much of her life, logical steps and the desire to know everything and anything that she could. This led her to not be the sort of person who was easily surprised, though that had changed one swift, fateful night upon seeking desperate refuge in an Altar she had thought to be abandoned.

It was a few years ago already but the memory was as sharp and clear as if the event had transpired yesterday. Senja Beaudion had turned her life upside-down effortlessly that evening, and remained even today one of the rare things that could leave her stunned and breathless without fail.

The present moment was no exception and she felt her pulse quicken instantaneously, her heart catching dangerously in her throat as she laid eyes on the Priestess Queen standing so regally on the opposite end of the room. Her muscles itched to close the distance between them immediately, but she stayed where she was until the door had clicked shut behind her. She had no ability to shield or hoard these moments away from anybody who wished to pry as she wore no jewel and possessed no Craft, but the wood of the door and the four walls of the room was at least something and had to suffice.

The gap was broken shortly after, Senja being quicker to approach, though Fel managed her own couple of small steps before there was very little room remaining between them, one of the very few people that the Landen allowed into her personal bubble without so much as a second thought. Instinctively so, even, as her head tilted nearly of its own accord toward the hand that was splayed soon after against her cheek. She'd begun to eagerly let her gaze roam over the other woman (though pointedly and desperately trying to ignore the band of metal resting around the Queen's neck because it would only infuriate her), but it was cut short when she felt lips press against her own, sinking into the kiss with a relaxed sigh as nearly every coherent thought vanished from her constantly-whirring mind.

"I thought to surprise you," was her simple reply, slow and a little breathless when the kiss broke, though it was one laced with an unusual twinge of bashfulness. An emotion only ever elicited by the Red-jeweled woman; for Felicite was normally steadfast and not easily embarrassed, though she allowed herself to feel these usually-quashed things in the presence of her lover, and only then.

"Although they did try to turn me away, they said you were... busy?" Even as she spoke, inquisitive green eyes flickered reluctantly away from Senja and around the expanse of the room, trying to figure out what her lover may have been occupying herself with before her arrival, though Fel saw nothing of note. A book laying open upon the nearby table was the only evidence of possibly being 'indisposed' but she doubted that was taking too much of the Queen's attention.

This, naturally, caused a small scowl to mar her features as she realized that the men had most likely been untruthful in their words and simply trying to send her off because they could. While it didn't surprise her, a flash of anger rippled through her before she steadied it with a breath and let her gaze return to that of the dark-haired woman who she loved above all else. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything." She knew Senja would either confirm or deny what the males at the desk had tried to convey and, as per usual, Felicite would vehemently cling to whatever truth came from the other woman's lips without hesitation.

The Landen did not step back and instead allowed her feet to inch her closer, one hand falling to curl against Senja's waist while the other mirrored the hand that touched her cheek, fingertips sweeping carefully against the side of her face and along the line of her jaw. "I missed you." Though when did she not? While it pained her greatly that her time with Senja was scarce and monitored, it was also a driving force that kept her afloat. When she felt she'd hit a block in her research or anxiety threatened to overcome her, it was thoughts of the other woman that inspired her to persevere.

"How are you today?" she intoned quietly, muted further as she stole another kiss, her lips brushing against her lover's in between words.

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Re: angel on fire
« Reply #3 on: Feb 23, 18, 09:18:46 PM »
If those who treated her at the Dark Haven, those who visited and met the ’Butcher of Cotaine’, could see her in that moment, they’d maybe thought her replaced with a different woman. For Felicite, the icy exterior was melted, as though from the Landen woman an inferno the raged and pressed into a sheet of ice. For Senja, nothing short of the world stopping on its axis would have kept her from Felicite. The Priestess Queen almost entirely considered Felicite the only good thing that had happened in recent years.

“Surprise?” The word was softly spoken, intimate, but delighted. The smile that graced her lips was tempered by a soft sheen of tears. “You are never an interruption. If I could have you at my side every day, I would, and steal you away from your grand designs for my own selfishness.” Her fingers fluttered over the soft skin of Felicite’s skin, soaking in the contact, the scent that was unique to her lover, even without Jewels or Blood to make her scent potent. Felicite was sweet and clean, a spice that had everything to do with her very soul, and nothing with her innate power. The woman brought her heart joy and the very touch of the Landen’s hand on her waist, that made her body grow warm with something that was decidedly not just the warmth of love.

It was such a treat to hold Felicite and to be held. Senja had expected the guest to be her mother, the woman she’d often times as a child wished were, if not dead, not in her life. To have Felicite in her arms instead, a balm against the bitterness that was her frequent companion, that was worth irritating her mother. Irritating her newest counselor.

“I am not surprised they tried to turn you away,” the bitterness that had grown within her was clear as Senja spoke. That happy coat of almost tears was drying as her anger built. She knew why as well. “My mother and my counselor have informed me that you are a bad influence. That you evoke, and I quote, ‘too much passion’.” Senja’s eyes narrowed but her grip on Felicite tightened. “I may have told my mother that I did not care what she thought about you, that you were the best thing in my life. Unfortunately, she convinced Marie-Juliette and now I expect that you will meet more resistance.”

As she stared into the defined features, into those bright blue eyes that shone the intelligence, patience, and love, Senja knew she’d never be able to give up Felicite. She’d known that mere weeks after they’d met. Felicite’s tender love, her furious fight for change, it all had become an axis upon which she’d set her heart. For the woman, for her few bonded, she’d endured the Dark Haven in hopes she’d be released, that she’d be gifted back a life that, while did not include ruling, allowed her the freedom of movement as well as the Dark Haven’s gift of recommendation for release. The fermenting civil war had not struck the Dark Haven, but she couldn’t protect Felicite or her bonded behind the manicured walls of the Dark Haven. Frustration and growing anger did not get her closer to release, and Senja was always at war with her reactions, to protect and to use her Jewels, compared to the teaching of the Dark Haven that instilled calm, that were intended to tools a Dark Jewel could use to combat their Abyss driven urges.

“I will be better when I am released. When I can be with you. Freely.” Possessiveness came forth from her voice as she took her other arm and coiled it around Felicite’s waist, a mirror to what the Landen woman did. Senja was positive if any harm came to Felicite though, she’d destroy the men and women responsible. She’d stain her hands again as she’d done once, to slack the need for justice that was so deeply ingrained within the Priestess Queen.

“Tell me, how does your work go? How is the outside world?” Senja worked to change the subject. She knew if one of the workers at the Dark Haven came to her room later and thought she’d been angry for some reason, it would set back her progress days, if not weeks. Earnestly she believed that she was nearing a release, but she’d thought that for months as well. And Senja had no intentions of getting Felicite’s hopes up along with her own.

Instead, she hoped to hear about a slice of life outside the Dark Haven, one where Felicite’s work reigned supreme. And one day, she intended to join the woman in that life, regardless of what the rest of their friends and family though.

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Re: angel on fire
« Reply #4 on: Feb 23, 18, 10:19:17 PM »
"I'd hardly object about being whisked away on a whim of your supposed selfishness, I promise you," Fel chimed in shortly after, a genuine, albeit ever-so-slightly impish smile upturning the corners of her mouth. There wasn't a doubt that she harbored the same greed for her lover's time and affection, something generally unheard of for the Landen when it came to other people. But if she could spend all of her waking moments with the other woman at the sacrifice of... literally anything else, she certainly would.

There was a laugh that bubbled up from her throat then, half-disbelief and half-sarcastic at the mere notion that she was considered a bad influence. By all standards she was quite tame, especially in comparison to pretty much any member of the Blood, so there was some wry amusement on the matter. "Is that so? Well, this is definitely news to me, but I'll make sure to add that to my resume in the near future. Bad influence..." Fel clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, still grinning a little.

"Your passion is one of my favorite things about you, and I'm humbled to be someone that evokes it from you. There's absolutely nothing bad about that, my love. Resistance be damned, you know very well I won't let that hinder my visitation, but they can certainly try to stop me, I suppose." Stubborn as ever, there wasn't a force she could think of that would prevent her from seeking out Senja and continuing to do so. The woman was the center of her world, a force of nature that left her with an infinite sense of wonder and joy that Fel would keep chasing after for the rest of her days.

Work and the outside world. Senja's attempt at changing the subject, that much she knew. A cycle they'd gone through numerous times by now because it was a safe subject, one that would leave the Priestess Queen on a theoretically better note upon Fel's departure, and hopefully one step closer to her freedom. Not to mention it was one of the few subjects she could discuss at length without stumbling into a bout of awkwardness or self-consciousness because it was her element.

"Work is going well," Felicite began, slowly moving both of them towards the table that sat near the other end of the room and haphazardly taking a seat on the edge of it. Legs dangling briefly, she shifted a little and wrapped them around Senja's waist, drawing her closer while her hands found the other woman's and entwined their fingers tightly. So unwilling she was to let her lover get too far away, as if she might just up and vanish without warning.

"Monsieur Graves has a new endeavor he's proposed, so I've been fairly busy with research for that. Along with some of my own side projects. I've gotten the patents approved for a couple things and can begin distributing them to the masses," she stated, her smile proud and bright. The success she'd found since leaving home was beyond what she could've imagined and each new victory was a step forward for the Landen, triumphs of which the first person she wanted to share them with was always the Priestess Queen standing before her.

"My search for a lab assistant continues, I didn't really care for the ones I've interviewed so far, but I have a few more people to meet with. What else..." Fel drifted off briefly into that little world of hers as she went over any exceptionally new developments, though her attention snapped back raptly just a few moments after, continuing to absently play with Senja's hands while she held them. "The developments with getting energy from water are going well! If things proceed as they have, the semi-automated watering system for crops may be nearer than I anticipated, which... given the current state of things is probably a boon." It was no secret that the land was suffering what with the rebellion building up. The rebelling Queens refusing to help the land was causing more than just the Blood to suffer the effects, so such a device coming into play would be huge for all members of society.

"I went to visit Vincens and Remi yesterday. I asked if they wanted to come with me today, but they were indisposed on such short notice. Though they assured me they would come by within the next couple days to see you." Felicite couldn't claim to understand how the Bond worked, only that it was some deeply mystical, psychological sort of connection and that it provided both a Queen and her males with deep happiness (usually). Not to mention, both men had generally always been friendly to her and nonjudgmental about the unorthodox relationship between Senja and herself, so she had little hesitance in seeking them out for such occasions.

"They miss you, though I would argue not nearly as much as I do." Not that there was much the Landen scientist wouldn't argue about to begin with, but that was besides the point.

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Re: angel on fire
« Reply #5 on: Feb 27, 18, 10:03:41 PM »
Hearing her lover laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation made Senja smile in return. It was hard to smile in the Dark Haven, hard to remember the good times. Nevertheless, the smile budded and blossomed into something wide as she shared in the good humor of Felicite’s response. “I swear,” she started, her cold demeanor warm and genial, “I don’t what to know what you’d come up with if they earnestly stopped you. You are my unstoppable force, and I have never known you to give up.”

In truth, that determination and humor, that was what Senja had found so appealing. At first, she’d thought maybe Felicite would be a short love, a flame, and gone from her life. She’d not known that she could fall in love with a woman who’d she never truly understand.

The science, the research, Senja had tried to read one of Felicite’s books one visit and her mind had nearly tumbled off her shoulders it’d spun so fast. The words, the sketches, it was all so much. But the goal? Senja could think of no more lofty goal. She’d hoped long ago to bridge the gap between Landen and Blood. She’d even supported them in many endeavors. In the end, the Blood had called her many names, but the one name she’d never fought had been ‘Landen Lover’, even before Felicite. The Landen needed to be out from under the Blood, to stand on their own.

And she had faith, true and deep, that her love would accomplish that.

It didn’t matter to Senja that Felicite’s explanations were simple but still hard to understand. In much the same way the Landen would never know what it was like to use Craft, Senja was positive she would never understand the science behind Felicite great and grand inventions.

“I have only faith in you Fel. I know you will accomplish great things. You and all those whom Monsieur Graves employs.” There was conviction there, even though Senja had nothing to add to that endeavor. The one thing she could do is tell her most adored person that she believed in her. She could support her partner, in every way possible.

The mention of Vincens and Remi made her heart tremble. She adored her men, the ones who stood by her. It was very much for them that she’d committed herself to the Dark Haven. They were well known as the men who’d served as the Triangle to the Butcher of Cotaine. She wanted to give them space to be their own men, to find a way without her. The fact that they’d visited her nearly (but not quite as much) as Felicite spoke of her foolish wish. The bond, that thread that bound their souls, was not going to be cut by Dark Haven or distance. Only death, such as her Thibault, lost to her forever. He’d not have wanted her to mourn forever, but thinking of her bonded, of her dead men, it brought on a melancholy that even Felicite’s light could not bind entirely.

“Thank you, Fel, for visiting them. I miss them desperately. But, given the choice, I would rather have you all to myself.”

She kissed Felicite then, overcome with her ‘too much passion’, to drown out the melancholy of her broken Triangle and destroyed Court. Senja didn’t lessen her passion, pressed it into the Landen, soaked in the joy she felt as she tasted the same need in the other woman. Her hand threaded up through the woman’s dark and lush hair. Her nose took in the clean and fresh scent of Felicite, though she swore there was some scent that always spoke to her and said ‘experiments’, something that reminded her of the scent after the strike of lightning. Her other hand wrapped around to Fel’s lower back, resting on the top her pert ass. Only after long, needy moments, wrapped in the depth of their kiss, did Senja pull away, just enough to speak.

Whispered, against Felicite’s lips, she beseeched the holiest person in her life. “Undress, let me see you....”

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Re: angel on fire
« Reply #6 on: Feb 28, 18, 08:28:33 AM »
"Oh, you know... I'm sure I'd think of some sort of workaround if they really became so determined to keep me away." Despite her tone being both light and confident, her heart pounded nervously against the inside of her chest. The idea of actually, seriously being barred from visits caused an unpleasant frustration and a spike of anxiety. She would think of a solution, but at the moment she didn't know what it would've been and she hated not knowing.

Green eyes lit up immediately and her expression turned into a mix of awed and flattered at Senja's encouragement about her work. Clearing her throat and mumbling a bashful "Thank you," she humbly tried to dismiss the words despite the warmth that erupted within her. Fel had never been one who needed excessive praise, not to mention she was more accustomed to the opposite vein of disappointment and skepticism from family and people back home who frowned upon her life's work. All of that was constantly eclipsed by any modicum of pride and fascination that her lover expressed for what she did, and she could hardly control the beaming smile that took over her features.

"I was happy to do it. I know they're important to you," she said softly regarding the two men. It helped that they were congenial with her and they even had things in common, thus leaving her with nonexistent fear about seeking them out on her own and even giving them the title of friends. Friends or not, that didn't stop the surge of elation she felt at the vocalization of her partner's preference for her company alone. It was overwhelming to think about sometimes, that someone who could simply... bond other people via some kind of soul-endowed connection loved her, who couldn't lay claim to any such deep, mystical tie. Fel would never personally experience what Vincens or Remi or any other future bonded felt tugging at them when they interacted with Senja, but she also knew that she just... didn't have to.

These thoughts and more were rapidly swept back into the recesses of her mind when the other woman leaned forward to kiss her again, this time much more fervently that Fel couldn't have kept her train of thought even if she tried. But really? In that moment she didn't want to. Eyes fluttered shut as she returned the kiss and allowed her grip to tighten, pulling her closer.

If there was anything dangerous about Senja - there wasn't, and Felicite loathed the fact that so many tried to implant such traitorous notions within the beautiful Priestess Queen's mind - it wasn't that she was Blood to her Landen heritage. It wasn't that she bore the Sapphire and Red, sitting much lower in the Abyss than many other members of her people. It wasn't that she possessed the most revered caste and then an additional one to bear. The fact that her lover could snuff out her life merely by batting an eyelash if she so desired had no bearing on what made the other woman nigh fatal to Fel, no...

It was irrefutably the fact that Senja could convince her to do anything with even the barest of effort. Felicite would, and had on innumerable occasions, cast aside all of her cherished logic and sense of self-preservation about a situation at even the slightest and most innocent of behests from her partner. Without question. Over and over and over again.

“Undress, let me see you...”

And this instance was no different, not even close. Still catching her breath from the kiss that had only been broken seconds ago, the brunette found herself nodding instinctively despite the furious blush that cascaded up her neck and across her face. Not even remotely the first of their trysts over the years, it hardly mattered as they always seemed to garner such a flustered reaction from Fel, but she didn't entirely mind.

Shifting around, she shrugged her jacket off first with a roll of her shoulders, the heavier garment falling with ease before she pushed it to the side. The shirt and pants were both next, though she fumbled somewhat ungracefully with them - as she was rather known for being clumsy in general, this was hardly new - in her current sitting position atop the table before she discarded them, leaving only her underthings on. However, that was where Felicite paused, her head tipping to the side, teeth catching her bottom lip while she offered what could only be described as a slightly mischievous smile.

"I think you'll have to work for the rest, love," she goaded gently, teasingly before she leaned in again to claim Senja's mouth with her own, hands returning to the Queen's form and instantly winding around her back to unfasten the dress and work it off of her. "Sen... come here," Fel murmured (though the pitch and tone made it sound more akin to a soft whine) in between moving her lips slowly but eagerly against her jawline and down towards her neck.

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Re: angel on fire
« Reply #7 on: Mar 01, 18, 10:22:48 PM »
The flush, the one she watched bloom over the base of Felicite’s neck and grow, pink obscuring the pale flesh of her neck, that made Senja smile. Not something too bright, not something in amusement, but something that was treasured, something hungry for that exact reaction. To Senja, the fact that Felicite could blush, at what seemed like such a simple request, endeared the woman to Senja all over again.

Her mother had called Felicite a weakness, a passing fancy. As she watched her love, her heart, blush and obey, Senja felt her need for Felicite to the very core of her being. No one had come close to such passion, such desperation that she felt that without Felicite in her life, she’d be like a woman without air. To see her lover, her partner, her everything do such a simple thing as blush at her request, it was

As she watched, Senja raised her thumb to her lips. She felt the heat within her rising as she felt the flesh of her thumb on her lips. In truth, she wanted to press her lips to the curve of Felicite’s shoulder. To the skin of her belly as the shirt came off. On her inner thigh as she shimmied out of her pants. All of it, she felt more and more like a fire herself as Felicite stripped off one article after another.

That was what she craved. Her front teeth bite down lightly on the pad of her thumb as she took in the sight of her lover, of her love. You’ll have to work for the rest...

Senja didn’t hesitate at Felicite’s offer. She took the few small steps required before she could touch her lover again. Her fingers felt hot against Felicite’s skin, grazing over her shoulders and down her shoulder blades. “So exquisite. Your skin, your body, I feel like it is an addiction that I can never quite sate.” Even though she was dressed still, her gown more something ready for Court than pleasure, it didn’t stop Senja from bending forward to press her lips against the triangle at the base of Felicite’s throat, a gentle kiss.

“Your smell.” She kissed over to Felicite’s collarbone.

“Your taste.” She grazed her teeth over the flesh on the front of Felicite’s shoulder.

“You.” Her fingers under the bands of Felicite’s bra, pushing them down as her hands grazed again the tops of Felicite’s shoulders. Her fingers always touching, always seeking, as though she were unable to find the one location she searched over. In truth, Senja couldn’t get enough of Felicite, of the woman that drove her to what seemed like true madness. If Senja were truly mad, it was because she was madly in love with the woman before her.

Gently, she lowered her hands, the fabric of the bra still over the lush breasts of her lover. With one hand and than the next, she grazed her palms over the flesh of the nipples, urging them to life. “I have missed this,” Senja said, having pulled back so she could watch Felicite with her lust filled gaze. “I would say evidence says you have as well.”

With one hand, she reached around and freed Felicite’s last strap, allowing the fabric to slip down and freeing the luscious breasts she’d desired. Confidently, she took each breast in her hands, slipping her fingers over the buds of her nipples and teasing forth more.

“Direct me. Command me. I am yours Fel.” Senja toyed with Felicite then, but there was a desperate need to be led in return. Senja treated Felicite as an equal, even though they came from different worlds. There, vulnerable before her, Senja offered Felicite something she rarely ever offered anyone.

Control, utterly and completely.

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Re: angel on fire
« Reply #8 on: Mar 02, 18, 01:03:35 PM »
"You're a flatterer," Fel teased a little, feeling her face only continue to heat up more between Senja's words and her touch anew. It was like a jolt of electricity wherever her fingers and lips trailed across now-bare skin, the sensation of which she didn't mind in the least and would undoubtedly continue to bask in for as long as she could manage. "But I assure you this ailment of addiction is mutual." She'd never done drugs or anything of that nature, but she could only imagine that the high from certain substances felt akin to how Senja made her feel not only in these moments, but all the time.

She squirmed habitually beneath her partner's touch and the intense gaze she felt herself being regarded with, though the table beneath her made it somewhat difficult and she found herself soon after doing the opposite anyway. Back arching towards the other woman as her teeth clamped down on the inside of her lip, slightly muting the sounds that already threatened to leave her throat so soon. "Your evidence... would be correct," she admitted with a quiet sigh, not even bothering to try and play coy with how direly she had, in fact, missed Senja and the contact between them.

“Direct me. Command me. I am yours Fel.”

The request made wasn't necessarily new, but that didn't stop it from catching Felicite off-guard in her current distraction, her gaze regaining some of its former attentiveness, staving off the fog of arousal that was quickly settling at the edges of her focus. Though when the words did register in her mind, it only seemed to add to the intensity of her heart beating inside her chest and she initially had no response besides another nod. Eventually managing to add, "I only ever want for one thing: you. Always. As much as possible."

While she spoke, Fel slowly pushed herself off the table and replaced her own hands on Senja's frame, fingers deftly finding what remained of the dress' fastenings before urging the garment down and off in its entirety. The level of undress between them had been direly skewed and that was simply unacceptable to the brunette at that point in time. Once the fabric had pooled on the floor, she simply let her eyes drift for several moments, as carefully and as thoughtfully as she always did. One could take the scientist out of the lab, but could hardly take the lab out of the scientist as she seemed determined to memorize every curve, every angle of her lover's figure all over again.

"As a person of science, I think it's within my civic duty to tell you how detrimental to my health you are, my love..." she joked slowly, in between breaths and trying to keep some semblance of her wits about her, though that was rapidly becoming futile. Intimacy, no matter how desired or familiar it was (of which this moment was very much both), made her nerves spike with some self-consciousness; and when she was nervous she had the tendency to ramble aimlessly. "You make my pulse race at least double what is considered normal... My insides do the most dramatic of acrobatics. I somehow end up feeling both flushed and feverish at the same time. You're intoxicating and with seemingly no discovered remedy in sight, though I wouldn't ever want one."

Taking the opportunity to reach out and graze her fingers along her lover's body in a mirroring manner to what had been done to her, Fel slowly walked the both of them towards the bed and only stopped when she felt them effectively bump into the edge of it. Carefully, she edged Senja down until she was sitting on the end of it, following shortly after and moving to straddle her partner's lap, a knee on either side of her before she leaned in to steal another kiss, slow but passionate.

Fel nipped briefly at Senja's lower lip before angling her head to one side and repeatedly pressing her mouth against the side of her neck in a slow trail of kisses and the occasional bite, daring to fixate on a spot here and there long enough that it would surely leave a mark. Bad influence... the words distantly repeated in her mind while she mentally made a mockery of them. She'd show them a bad influence if they desired to paint her as one.

One hand made short work of Senja's bra next, fingers undoing the back of it and forcing the fabric to the floor before splaying her hand flat against the other woman's back and urging her closer, free hand instantly resumed its idle wandering. Her lips followed suit, taking the same path as her fingers while they traced against Senja's shoulder, her collarbone, slipping further down against the swell of her breasts and as far as she could reach. "I love you," she intoned softly in between kissing her lover's skin, voice full of solemn reverence. Like a benediction to the only person who could spurn the ever-steadfast scientist into worship of any kind.

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Re: angel on fire
« Reply #9 on: Mar 05, 18, 08:40:41 PM »
There was no resistance within Senja. Where Felicite pushed, Senja bent. She helped remove the layer of her dress by shrugging her shoulders and shimming her hips. It helped that both of those motions would draw her lover’s gaze towards her bosom and hips, both of which Senja wished to see Felicite feast upon. Over the years there was always the expectation of a dulling, of lovemaking that could later become mere habit. It was not that way with Senja for Felicite. As she watched the brunette soak in the sight of her, Senja smiled, pleased and proud at the same time.

As well as hungry.

Nevertheless, she’d let Felicite take charge at that moment, so she merely stood there in her underthings. She did not feel naked with her lack of clothing. No, what made her feel naked was the bare emotion she felt from Felicite. There was no need for Jewels between them or for Senja to use her Craft to know exactly how her beautiful and exquisite scientist felt. She saw it in the way Felicite walked her towards the bed with eagerness. She heard it in the way her brainiac rambled and spoke such beautiful, and sometimes strange, words.

Senja loved her for all her strange and hard to understand science as much as she loved her hints of self-consciousness. Where Senja was poised, she still felt a flush creeping up her chest and into her neck at Felicite’s words. Settled on the edge of the bed, she felt warmth suffusing her body, a reaction to the eagerness for her lover. “I think I may have the same infliction,” she said, her breath shuddering as Felicite’s lips left a trail of kisses. “Perhaps you are the one who gave it to me,” joked the Priestess Queen as she felt her head tip back and her brown hair swayed at her back.

Her flesh prickled, gooseflesh covering her, as Felicite ministered against her skin. It was easy to pretend it was the cold, that stripped to only her underwear, the chill in the room was causing the reaction. Senja instead felt positively on fire as Felicite took charge. It was divine the way her lips and teeth traced a path across her skin and between her breasts.

I love you.

The words moved her. Hit her very core, the part of her she refused to show to so many. Felicite saw her most vulnerable, her deepest self. She’d never hidden from Felicite, even if they’d disagreed (such as her tenure at the Dark Haven). Almost overfull with emotion, Senja lifted her head up, to look down and respond to Felicite.

“I love you, desperately.” A hand reached out to touch Felicite’s hair, to twine her fingers through the soft and heavy strands. She smiled down at her love, at her heart, and felt truly connected at that moment. Skin to skin, they were not so different when just flesh and bone.

The, as if summoned by her moment of pure contentment and happiness, the door to her room seemingly burst open. (It was opened quickly, but there was no need for force.) Typically the Dark Haven staff knew when there was a visitor and there was spoken understanding that Blood were given the prerogative of their lovers and their lovemaking. The only times there was an issue was those times that two volatile Dark Haven residents took a liking to one another.

Odette Beaudion


No, the staff were very well aware of her visitor. Senja, her gaze over the head of Felicite, who still was bent before her, could clearly see who’d flaunted the Dark Haven’s very justified explanation of privacy.

It was her mother.

Instantly, Senja was furious. Her mother had pushed her since the day she was born. Pushed her towards perfection, a perfection that was dictated by her mother alone. She’d supported Senja’s time in the Dark Haven, only as a way to claw back some power. As a dual casted woman, her mother served a Queen, but she’d never climbed as high as she’d hoped.

And when Senja had lost her Province, her mother had treated the incident as if she’d been the one who’d fallen. The woman had acted for a time as though Senja, reviled by much of the Blood in her Province, had lost it as an affront to her ‘stern mothering’.

“Oh,” Odette spoke from the door, leaving it open behind her so anyone walking by would be able to easily see Senja and Felicite in their compromised poses. She is here.”

Senja pulled away from Felicite, not out of a desire to leave that loving embrace, but to confront her mother with her almost overflowing anger. It was a hot anger, a flip switched from such a tender moment into infuriated at the arrival of a single person. Senja stood then, proud her near nudity and moved slightly in front of Felicite.

“Get out of her, immediately.” The words were growled at the woman.

The way her mother stood there as if challenging her, made Senja wonder if her mother wanted her released. She’d begun to expect the tale of a daughter being treated at the Dark Haven spun a better story than that of a released daughter. When she shut the door and stood still within her room, instead of on the other side, Senja growled.

“Senja, my daughter, do not treat your mother so. I have come bearing good news.”

A chill rippled through the Priestess Queen at the idea of good news. Coming from her mother, Senja couldn’t imagine the full realm of possibilities.

Odette’s gaze flickered to Felicite, and there was disdain there. Senja had spoken of how her mother had pushed her years ago towards marriage, towards children. One for money and one for a legacy. That she’d accomplished neither was clearly a slight to her mother (one that the woman took personally). And seeing as her half-sister was still missing, Odette blamed Senja even more. (Senja blamed herself as well for terrifying the young woman until she’d fled.)

“And you,” Odette said, speaking to Felicite but still refusing to use the name she very well knew. “You will want to hear this.” The woman stood there with her arms crossed, a pale blue dress complimenting her dark hair and eyes that were so much like Senja’s. She couldn’t fathom how the manipulative beast that stood before her was her mother.

With some level of need for security, Senja reached back to take Felicite’s hand. She couldn’t well throw the woman out and make a scene, as her mother was petty enough to take the issue to her most recent counselor. Still, she wished for her Jewels, her free use of Craft, if only to put an Aural Shield and physical Shield around the woman and pretend she didn’t exist for a moment. Interrupted as she was, Senja’s composure was sorely lacking. Her gaze shifted from her mother to Felicite and she frowned as if beseeching her lover to forgive her, to forgive the whole situation.

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Re: angel on fire
« Reply #10 on: Mar 06, 18, 06:32:19 AM »
“I love you, desperately.”

The words only caused Fel's pulse to double-time yet again and she couldn't even conceal the broad grin that splayed across her face in that moment, an unabashed warmth and fondness exacerbating itself and compounding within her at the sentiment. It had brought her enough pause that she was about to offer a reply and face Senja again at eye level, but she hardly got the chance to do either when she heard the familiar click of a doorknob giving and the scrape of wood against carpet as the door itself was swung open.

So abruptly did Felicite's visage snap back upright and around to see who in the world had decided to just waltz right in (had she really forgotten to lock the damn door?) that it was a small miracle she didn't end up hitting her head against Senja's in what would've otherwise been a hilarious mishap. Sadly, there was zero hilarity present anywhere within the room the moment her sharp gaze settle on the apparent intruder.

Of course. Just wonderful.

"Yes, I am," Fel began, her tone cool and even a touch snappish as she direly attempted to maintain her air of casualty instead of letting it give way to the fact that Senja's mother absolutely unnerved her. No member of the Blood made the woman more skittish than Black Widows, not even the violent Warlord Princes put the Landen on edge quite as much. "Very lovely to see you again, even if my name seems to escape you at the present moment." It was assuredly not lovely and her name didn't escape the other woman, she knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Instinctively, her gaze quickly switched back over to Senja and she could already tell that her lover's mood had done a one-eighty, plummeting into outrage and anger instead of the warmth and contentment from mere moments ago. She had no Craft to aid in trying to calm Senja down and it was in these moments she direly wished she did, as it would've been leagues better than the sense of uselessness and helplessness she felt.

That didn't deter her from trying though, absently running her fingers across the Priestess Queen's skin right up until Senja stood up again and marched closer to face her mother. The brunette moved to re-position herself after the space was vacant, perching on the edge of the bed and carefully eyeing both mother and daughter. Though when her eyes landed on the still-open door, she felt her face heat up anew (not remotely for the same reasons as a few minutes ago, to be sure) and briefly scrambled to pull up a portion of the top sheet, wrapping it haphazardly around herself.

Listening to the exchange wrought a sense of mutual dread and protectiveness over the woman who so effortlessly had her heart in its entirety, Fel ever quick to be filled with the urge to jump to Senja's defense over even the slightest infraction - as if she were actually any sort of threat to an opposing member of the Blood? She didn't care, that didn't matter to her and she held no qualms about making it a known fact to anyone who dared question it. It was entirely illogical to her that the pair were genetically-related, for how such a manipulative and selfish being could claim such a wonderful and strong, selfless presence as Senja was beyond even Fel's most advanced thought processes.

Catching the sight of Senja's hand reaching behind her, Fel was quick to take it and entwine their fingers together tightly once more, squeezing her love's hand in reassurance and offering a small smile in reply to the pleading frown she was being given. 'It's okay, I'm right here. I love you,' the look on Felicite's features seemed to say before she slowly tugged on Senja's arm, attempting to draw her back towards the bed to at least sit beside her if nothing else. A silent but somehow voluminous and blatant show of defiance towards the ever-disapproving mother in the room.

"Well? Don't leave us in suspense, by all means." She'd already destroyed what had been a delightful visit, so Fel took little hesitance in inviting Odette to just get to the point, even if she suspected it was far from good news for anyone but herself.

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Re: angel on fire
« Reply #11 on: Mar 06, 18, 09:44:32 PM »
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The way she clenched her teeth and her free hand into a fist, Senja was worried she might finally punch her mother. For a time, as a Province Queen, she’d felt her mother’s grip slip from her life. She’d been a fool to think her mother would not assert control anew when Senja was vulnerable after she'd voluntarily committed herself to the Dark Haven in an attempt to protect her few remaining bonded.

And she’d probably never punch the woman because as much as she hated her mother, she still loved her. It was the strange dichotomy she could feel, but, on rare occasions she felt like her mother could be human, could hold her and tell her it would be ok, Senja knew in those moments her mother did love her.

As if to remind Senja of the variety of reasons to dislike her mother, she spoke again. “Could you at least wear a robe? You are not a barbarian.” Odette used her Craft (which Senja could almost feel but didn’t reach out to sense) and used her telekinesis to drag through the air a robe that hung on Senja’s closet door. The patronizing tone was clear as Odette held out the fabric, expectant. “Even she has the decency to cover herself.” The she was yet again referring to Felicite with as much insult as she felt her mother could muster.

Senja reached out and yanked the fabric out of her mother’s hand. Watching the Black Widow Priestess rock forward slightly, as though she may fall before she stepped forward and caught herself, gave Senja a small sense of satisfaction. “Fine mother. I will wear it, only so you can hurry up the reason for your visit.” Senja pushed her arms through the holes as she glared at her mother. “And her name is Felicite, Lady Felicite Veilleux, and you’d do well to use it while in my presence.”

Odette raised an eyebrow, as though surprised Senja had the audacity to call her bitchiness. The Black Widow Priestess gave another glance at Felicite, and this time, it the casual malice was not hidden in Odette's fierce gaze. “Felicite Veilleux, the woman who you tell me is your heart, your beloved, and the reason you will not accept a single of the suitors I suggest.” Condemnation was strong in the woman’s voice as her gaze lingered on Felicite.

While she may have hated the woman when she was like this, Senja didn’t believe that Odette would harm Felicite. At least not in front of her mother. She really needed to remind her lover never to be alone with her mother. She wouldn’t be surprised to find Odette a discrete gravedigger.

Senja pressed her free hand to her forehead as her thumb stabilized her fingers against her cheek. She closed her eyes and groaned slightly with the knowledge that her mother was punishing both her and Felicite for her back talk. The woman had to win every argument she entered and Senja knew when to stop fighting.

“Yes, that is who I speak of,” exasperation coated her tone. “Now mother, I am in a robe. I am listening. Tell me your good news.” There was a hint of sarcasm to that word good, as Senja had no intention of believing she’d actually like it. Nevertheless, she was forceful with her tone, which did cause her mother to return her gaze to her daughter and not her daughter’s lover.

“Fine, I have been speaking with Marie-Juliette,” Senja groaned softly. Her newest counselor was one of the worst she’d had. She had half a mind to complain to the higher-ups but she was desperately trying to play the perfect part. “She thinks that your plan to have Remi hold your collar upon your release is reckless and believes I would be a much better candidate. She is going to suggest it at your next release review meeting.”

“No,” Senja said the word with shocked disbelief. The news was a physical pain that gripped her heard and made her squeeze Felicite’s hand (which she’d reclaimed after putting on her robe as a way to try to obscure the other woman from sight). Remi had been her First Escort when she’d held a Court and had continued in that duty since she’d lost her Court. She’d trust him to Hell and back. He’d been to the Dark Haven, had spoken with the counselors and they trusted his even-keeled and extraordinary light Jewels.

“No, you cannot,” whispered Senja. Her shock was palatable.

And there, across from her Odette just smiled gently. “Don’t worry darling. I will take very good care of you.”

Senja shuddered, imagining the new cage she’d be in when her mother controlled her collar. Only years of dealing with the Dark Haven’s stressors kept her silent, kept her from screaming her rage, her terror.

I cannot. It cannot be. Struck silent, Senja stared at her mother in horror and disbelief. If she went home, controlled by her Mother, she’d never see Felicite again, that much she knew was true. The horror of that idea, not yet come to pass, nearly broke her heart right there. Numb and shocked, Senja remained there, immobile, while she tried to process the news.

As she’d thought, it was only good news if you were Odette Beaudion.

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Re: angel on fire
« Reply #12 on: Mar 08, 18, 10:54:46 AM »
There was disdain written plainly on Felicite's features as she watched the interaction between the other two. She wasn't really one to hate people, but she was fairly certain that was exactly the sort of feeling Odette evoked with her words and actions. The insults to herself were oversights, things she could look at and brush off without issue because she was used to being looked down upon for some reason or another and her pride wasn't a fragile thing. But to act the way she did towards Senja, towards the incredible presence who was the love of her life was an unforgivable offense in her mind.

When the explanation of the 'good' news finally fell upon her ears, Fel was absolutely certain time had frozen as the realization crashed around her. Between her throat constricting and the sudden surge of anxiety and panic that rushed through her, she was fairly certain she couldn't breathe and the onslaught of hyperventilation was imminent. Her hand further interlocked almost painfully with Senja's while she tried desperately not to lose her composure to the shock.

No.

No no no.

That couldn't happen, she would literally never see the Priestess Queen again, wouldn't be remotely allowed near her in any capacity. Effectively and forcibly removed from her love's life and vice versa... that was among her biggest fears and it nearly made her ill on the spot. Not to mention the mere ideas of what sort of manipulation and suffering Sen would face by having her mother in charge of the collar around her neck. It simply could not be allowed to come to pass and Fel refused to let it.

"No," she eventually managed upon finally finding her voice again, fighting through the waves of nerves that crashed repeatedly in her mind. "That is unacceptable."

Even as she objected, she knew she needed leverage, she needed a counter-solution immediately. She needed ---

"Amandine," she said suddenly before she realized what she'd even allowed to leave her lips. The idea hit her like a ton of bricks and instead of even processing it, the brunette simply ran with the train of thought in her frantic state of mind. "She still hasn't been found." The missing woman was more than a sore subject between mother and daughter, Fel had heard the story and knew that much.

"I'll find her. You call this off, go back to the administrators and counselors and vouch for allowing Senja to be released into Remi's supervision as planned, and I will personally find Amandine and bring her back. I realize you don't think very highly of me, but I assure you I have the resources and connections to do it."

The Landen had literally no clue how she was going to accomplish this feat right at the moment, but the how was inconsequential and she would work on it later. It was definitely a bold move and she wasn't wholly sure it would even work, but it felt like the more viable option right now. "We can write up a contract, imbue it with Craft to ensure neither party goes against their word. And... I can offer collateral... that I am sure you'll find more than acceptable..."

Inhaling a few steadying breaths, her teeth worried at the inside of her lip for a couple moments and she trained her gaze intently on Odette, almost purposely not looking at her lover because she didn't want to see the reaction. "If I fail and am unable to locate or convince your wayward daughter to return? Then I will remove myself from Sen's life permanently. Of my own accord. You won't have to see or hear from me ever again." Felicite had to fight not to wince even as she spoke the words, so deeply did they pain her to actually utter because the mere notion was enough to shatter her heart, but she remained unflinching in her resolve.

The bargain seemed like a sound one to her and she refused to sit idly by and let Senja just be taken from her indefinitely without putting up a fight of her own. There was no way in hell she'd allow that. Sitting a bit straighter upright, she continued to stare across the room steadily, expectantly all the while maintaining her almost vice-like grip on her lover's hand as if it were a lifeline.

"What do you say, hm?"

 

 

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