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Author Topic: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids  (Read 382 times)

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Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« on: May 20, 19, 01:19:59 PM »
“Gardening is not just for Queens or farmers. It is for everyone. It can center you, connect you to the life of something else. I might be able to reach into the ground and feel hundreds of plants, their roots weaving through the ground--all connected--but you can feel the same thing with this plant.” The Priestess Queen handed her male a small fern. Its soft leaves brushed against Anderson’s hand as he eyed it, silently looking from the ground to the plant. He had been despondent after his Jewel was broken, quiet and altered, but Mikaela had spent the last four months working with him. She led him through meditation in the morning, let him escort her all over the Valdis grounds, his hands constantly fussing with her clothes and her jackets, because he simply wished to touch her. And finally, in the afternoon, she had slowly taught him to appreciate the slow growth of nature.

“Things take time, but if you leave the seeds in the ground now, they will enchant someone in this very spot generations from now.” The Queen smiled, her large blue eyes filled with mirth. She could tell that Anderson was enjoying this. He might be hesitant, but his shoulders had relaxed, the tension that tightened his muscles into knots leaving him.

Mikaela hummed lightly as the birds flew through the trees overhead. Sometimes, with moments like these, Kaels would have almost sworn life was perfect. That they were perfect. She gently placed her hand on Anderson’s back, running her Touch through him. His lips quirked up in a smile, but he didn't stop digging the small hole for the various ferns his Queen had bought.

The small noise of a stone rolling across the pavement caused the Rose Jeweled Priestess Queen to glance back towards the entrance to the gardens. A male stood in the doorway, his shadow cast across the ground in a harsh line. A small gasp left the woman as she looked up into his eyes. A hand went up to cover her mouth and her large doe eyes stared up at him as she rose from the lush foliage of the garden, her hands still moist from the soil.

Mine.

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #1 on: Jun 02, 19, 10:02:51 PM »
Meya Valdis was a pain in the ass. She'd sent for him round about the same time that she had apparently expected a court full of callers. Rafe had felt the excess of gathered bodies through the tall double doors before he saw them. Hell, he'd heard them, as well, milling about noisily as they waited for an audience with the Queen. Looking as though he'd not give a rat's ass if he had a room full of them, Rafe pushed through what appeared to be some semblance of organization.

Meya was seated on the dais at the other end of the room where she could still see each face in the crowd if she so desired. She did look up when she sensed Rafe there. Maybe she'd just sensed a sudden displeasure among her guests, too. Hard to say. There were two men with Lady Valdis at the moment, one an advisor who leaned toward the Queen's ear, the other was no one of consequence as far as Rafe could tell. Middle-aged, Jeweless, rich enough to at least rent the garish but bedecked velvet suit that he wore.

Rafe hadn't stopped moving since entering the room. Despite obstacles, he made his way straight toward Meya. Had anyone or anything proven bothersome to go around, he would have walked over, instead. He didn't like to be kept waiting and he certainly wasn't going to be seen doing so by those gathered.

The smallest smile twitched onto Meya's lips when she saw his determination. She lifted her head, and he swore she pushed her lips fuller as she watched him. Noticing it, Rafe hadn't seen her hand begin to come up. It was the simplest little gesture. All she did was raise that hand and push her palm out at him. Stop, she said without saying anything. Taken aback, Rafe didn't mean to, but he did, and then he was double angry--once for being brought there and unceremoniously dismissed, twice that he'd accidentally obeyed.

Curling a lip, Rafe shot her an inquisitive and daring look. In response, Meya smoothly turned her face away from him, a bright smile coming over her face as she returned to engage herself in the sound-shielded conversation. Fluidly, her hand returned to her lap and then things were as they had been as if Rafe wasn't even there at all.

She was lucky that she had so many guests. Did she know it? Rafe didn't like to make a scene when he could avoid it. It would only take one to be known as the hot-headed Red who threw a fit when he didn't get his way. True or not, it wasn't the name that he wanted to precede him.

Gritting his teeth, Rafe exhaled slowly, stretching the tension from his neck and rubbing a shoulder. With his head turned, he saw the garden through the windows. He was no botanist and cared most about flowers when they decorated a grave, but without appeared to offer much more space than within. Additionally, had Meya summoned him just to impress her friends with her ability to make the Red-Jeweled Prince wait around, he was going to make it clear that he wasn't hers to abuse. He'd still wait, though. Which pissed him off on its own.

Near growling, Rafe pulled his jacket taut over his shoulders, buttoning it again as he pressed through a line of prospects toward a door that seemed miles away. Generally speaking, people made way for him. Those who didn't were met with a dire glower. A uniformed servant saw him coming and pressed the door open but not with enough gumption, so, still fiddling with his buttons, Rafe knocked it open the rest of the way with the weight of his body passing through it.

As the door closed behind him, the clamor grew quieter and quieter until it was little more than white noise. A chill passed through Rafe, making his head feel large and stuffy, the electric sizzle zinging down from the sides of his face and into his arms before it shot out to his fingertips. With his eyes slid shut, he took one full breath in and out. He was still angry, but at least now nothing could add to his frustration.

Smoothing his hands over the front of his now-fastened coat, Rafe gave the bottom a good tug and then resolved to open his eyes and made his way into the gardens in search of a little relaxation. When he did open his eyes, a small woman was looking back at him. Instinctively, Rafe knew that he knew her and so at first, he struggled to think from where. Her eyes seemed larger than they should be for the size of her face, but they weren't unbecoming, either. The rest of her features seemed to merely accentuate them.

There was someone else there with her, but he didn't matter. She did, though. He knew she did and it frustrated him to no end that he didn't know why. It all happened very quickly, the revelation that unfolded before him. The Queen in front of him rose as if summoned, dirt falling from her fingers, forgotten for now. Her soul called to him and his own responded in kind, verifying everything that she and he both knew.

This beautiful and cursed woman, this Light-Jeweled Queen was his, making him forever linked to her.

"FUCK!"

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #2 on: Jun 02, 19, 10:12:09 PM »
The sky was filled with wisps of cloud—bare lines against a bright blue. It was as if Mother Night had begun painting that morning, the sun and the wisps her pallet. For it was objectively beautiful. The stark blue, mirroring Mikaela’s eyes, against the cold white of the snowy ground. The warmth of the sun on the back of her hand as she worked—life teaming under everything she touched. These were the days the Darkness offered to them in payment for the days of suffering. For the days of hunger and guilt and anger.

And the Priestess Queen was allowing herself the day of rest, something she rarely did. She let Anderson fuss over her, wrap a warming spell over her pale skin. Soft touches calmed the both of them, the comfort of their Bond saying more to each other than they themselves could. And then Kaels looked up into the eyes of the Dark Jeweled male on the terrace.

Joy.

A soft wind blew her loosely braided hair and Kaels could feel Mother Night in the touch of the air. The leaves skid across the pavement and the gentle rustle of the long grasses she planted whispered to the young Queen. A gift. Two souls becoming one. Warmth thrummed through Mikaela, her Craft still connected to the ground as the Bond settled within her. She could sense the life force of the stranger in front of her, a large pulsing red light. Her senses continued, slipping through the ground like water and mingled with the bright white lights of the plants—thousands of them—her new bonded’s strength and the plants’ strength derived from the same energy underneath the sun. Everything was connected, but some things, some gifts, bound them tighter. And Mikaela’s large eyes lit up at the thought of intermingling their lives, giving him everything that she could so he could grow.

But then she felt the rage, the frustration, the denial race through their connection.

Mikaela could feel herself crumble in that moment. Her entire body thrummed with the rightness of this Bond, with the knowledge that Mother Night had blessed them, but…she was incomplete. She wasn’t enough for this male. For any male, even Anderson. Mother Night had given this stranger’s leash to a Queen that couldn’t handle it, that might even taint the Red Jeweled Prince. Usually, Mikaela could handle the reality of her Jewels, of her place within Glacia, but this moment—one that was supposed to be right—broke her composure. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. He was disappointed that he was bound to such a flawed creature. He was angry that she couldn’t be the Queen that he deserved. Mikaela looked away from the stranger and at the ground.

This was the real message from the Darkness. The Priestess Queen tried to make up for her weakness, but she never would. And this male knew it.

Anderson stood up and placed a hand on his Queen’s arm, stopping her from moving forward. His temper was leashed tight, the broken Jewel he had vanished away a constant reminder of the pain he could endure if he slipped. Of the pain Mikaela would endure if he embraced the fullness of his caste.

This was still a stranger though. An unknown male upsetting his Queen, his anger a clear threat. Anderson stepped in between Mikaela and the Red Jeweled male, his legs settling into a fighting stance if need be. If he decided to take his frustration out on the Priestess Queen, Anders would do his best to give his Queen enough time to run. “Prince. Calm down. You are upsetting her.” He could feel the anguish and guilt that washed through the Bond, just as he was sure the other male could. “A bond is a gift from Mother Night.”

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #3 on: Jun 02, 19, 10:18:25 PM »
By the Night...

Rafe could feel the eyes that had turned on him from through the windows at his back. Those gathered just on the other side of the wall had grown a bit quieter, the quiet still deepening as whispers spread through the crowd. The knowledge that he maybe should mask the scent of his riotous emotions did exist, but there was a stronger urge to show the world exactly how likely he was to kill if they tested him right about now. And maybe later there would be talk about how Rafe had half come undone in the garden, but it was far better than talk about how Rafe had decimated a portion of the wing with an infantile tantrum.

Both hands clamped on either side of his neck, Rafe stared up at the blue sky, pleading for nothing in particular. Everything that he wanted was well outside the limits of possibility. Additionally, there was the issue of being unable to ignore that he was irrevocably drawn to the woman that he'd so much rather have nothing to do with. It wasn't fair, he thought as he swallowed hard, straining to pull the tension out of his shoulders by rolling his head from one side to the other. He didn't bring it down right away, though. He purposefully avoided looking at her again. What if he could ignore her? What if he could turn around and walk away? What if he needed to see her, feel her, hear her... to consume her with all of his senses before the bond could cure?

That's not how bonds work, and you know it.

"Fuck." This one, he whispered, resigned, knowing there wasn't a damn thing that could be undone now. It was Meya's fault, he noted, promising himself to remember it later.

Not only could he hear the woman crying, he could feel it, and it made him sad, sick, and bitter, in that order. The sadness had nothing to do with him, it was purely a result of the bond. He'd seen, heard, and even tasted the tears of the Light-Jeweled before. Hers should be no different. But they were. The sickness came as an immediate response to the derision he felt toward what he saw as weakness, those tears. A conscience that hadn't existed until roughly thirty seconds ago now stepped in and socked him in the gut without hesitation, asking how he dared to mock the pain of the guileless creature. He'd have taken the moment to surgically remove the offending sentiment if such a thing was among his repertoire, but it was not. Struggling with onesself required a dichotomy that had never existed in him. He'd never been more sure of anyone than he was of himself. Except now another self was vigorously attempting to wrest control. Then was born the bitterness.

Calm down. Hmm... The crackle of resentment tensed all the muscles that Rafe had just dutifully eased. Whoever the bastard was who said it, he was out of line. Dropping one hand, Rafe left the other clamped behind his aching neck. Slowly, he lowered his head until his eyes were resting on the offending Warlord Prince. A weak thing, not only because his Jewels left him cursed and poorly defended. He'd managed to lose one, as well.

"Pathetic," he purred absently, but aloud.

Thankfully, her white knight had placed himself before the mystery woman meaning that even if that mutinous part of him wished to see her, it would have to win physical control in order to do so. Not likely. At least not yet.

"A gift to whom?" Rafe asked languidly, groaning. Not to me. "Easy for you to say. Judging by the look of it, between the two of you, you're not the one who got the short end of the stick." Rafe didn't know that he was looking for a fight until he'd said it and narrowed his eyes on the other man, all but daring him to advance. The man had been stupid at least once in his life already. Rafe was more than willing to engage in a bit of retraining.

The aura of the dual-Casted Queen standing behind his new enemy extended past that blocking body, though. Priestess Queen. In Meya's garden. This could be none other than Meya's sister, Mikaela Valdis. The implications of this realization were going to be settling in for hours to come. Mother fuck. He wasn't going to sleep for a week, he knew it.

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #4 on: Jun 02, 19, 10:54:02 PM »
Mikaela’s world spun, every word her new bonded said like still water left to spoil from blood.

The turmoil manifested itself in the ground, the birds stopping their songs and the plants straining not towards the sun, but towards their Queen. That was not all though. The very air seemed to still, suddenly sticky and dense, the Darkness sliding along the skin, sinking into the body, nesting within the heart. The energy that connected the plants and the body and the sun expanded, rushing faster, pressing in as an untapped buzz in the air. It was an eerie feeling, one that Anderson happened to be used too. He knew the feel of a thinned veil between reality and the Darkness, the gentle brush of not wind, no, but something else.

“Anderson….” Her hand rested gently on his, trying to not only get a hold of herself, but a hold of her Warlord Prince. He would get hurt if he continued, even if he had every right to protect her. Sometimes, in Glacia, it was not about what was right, but about what was best. Anderson was still carefully watched by Meya and Mikaela knew that she would not be able to protect him forever.

But then her newest bonded had to antagonize him.

The Priestess Queen sighed, trying to take a step closer to the Prince even as Anderson held her back—inching closer to the Red Jeweled male as Kaels pushed him forward.

“Prince….” She did not know his name, but she tried to calm him down, tried to pull back the sadness and the hurt and project her Touch through their new bond. The softness of her Rose Jewel flowed through it, a slow warm thrum of comfort offered up like a spring he could drink from if he simply chose too. But Anderson cut in, his temper simmering now, flowing hot into the air and pressing on Rafe. He was light jeweled, but he would not stand by while his Queen was insulted. She was his. She was a gift to this territory that this bastard would never understand.

But Anderson did not punch the male square in the stomach like he wanted too. He remembered the feeling of his very core invaded, the ripping of Mother Night’s Jewel from his grasp, as his inner barriers wavered, his Chalice almost splintering. No. This idiot would throw the first punch or he would stop making his Queen cry and back the fuck down. “You don’t even know us. Show some respect. She outranks you.” …and so do I, was the implication. For however dark the stranger’s jewels were, he was still a Prince standing before a Priestess Queen and her Warlord Prince. Anderson bet that ate the other male up—outranked in the Darkness’ hierarchy by a White Jewel. “We are not the ones causing a scene like a child.”

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #5 on: Jun 03, 19, 10:54:54 AM »
Rafe responded subtly, twisting a few scant degrees to face Anderson more fully. His cool stare was remarkable in that Rafe could fix it there and all the while the world was practically groaning all around them, flexing responsively to the influx of power and tempers. The static in the air felt as though it just needed a match to ignite.

Rafe grit his teeth when Mikaela called to him. Her voice reverberated through his bones. Warmth stirring in unfamiliar ways, her presence licked him like a lover, but from the inside. It could have felt incredible, but it didn't because it wasn't welcome. In his gut, Rafe understood that he could never again claim agency for himself. He'd wondered about this exact circumstance a thousand times before and discussed it at least a hundred or so. He didn't want a Queen, never had. He didn't care about the dirty looks that it often earned him. His independence was his most valuable asset and it was no longer whole. At least a bond with a dark Queen wouldn't also carry a curse with it. Living off of the needs of Glacia's courts, he'd made it to 30 without finding his Queen and so he'd thought that he never would.

Now he'd found her, though she was on the other side of her obnoxious lap dog. A wave of nausea came and went when he realized that he too was a dog on a leash, now. Rafe wasn't one to take unnecessary risks, but in the name of establishing boundaries, he wasn't going to ignore the hollow slight either. Rafe's shoes scratched the stone beneath his feet as he approached, chin high, appraising Anderson plainly. He seemed a loyal thing. Maybe one day they could have a sit down and discuss how he might better protect his Queen by not drawing the ire of predators many times more powerful than he. Nevertheless, Rafe shielded himself as he approached. Bending one arm behind his back, he lifted the other and examined his fingernails.

"Pray tell, dear Prince," he murmured with a smirk. "What has rank ever won you? What does it do? What is it worth, he might have asked, but not so near to an actual court. It wasn't them that he meant to insult.

No, it wasn't fair when Rafe's hand shot out with Red-infused speed and clamped fingers around Anderson's neck. It was even less so when Rafe flung the poor bastard into the nearest wall. It felt good. Though he contained himself well, the laugh made its way to the dancing eyes that now rested again on Mikaela. Lowering his throwing arm, Rafe began to step slowly around her. Shooting a sideways glance toward where Anderson had impacted, Rafe smirked and drew up angry Red shields around he and Mikaela. Ooh, that would make his blood boil, wouldn't it? To be separated from his Queen? For her to be ensconced with the bad man who made her cry?

"There," Rafe called, though his eyes had returned to Mikaela. "I think I've got it out of my system."

Then for flair, he wove an aural shield into the physical. Perhaps he didn't care if anyone heard what he had to say, but it served as salt in the wound for her neutered male. If they were going to be sharing space in the future, he needed to learn Rafe's hard limits. They would both be more comfortable this way in the long run.

For the sake of proving a point, he was now bound to pass at least a few minutes with Mikaela. Let Anderson cry if he wanted, Rafe would only accuse him of causing a scene like a child, if he did. It turned out men did strange things when it came to their Queens.

Circling Mikaela, Rafe studied the way her tears welled in her eyes and the trails they left down her reddened cheeks. She was lovely like this and he wondered why he couldn't recall her face moments before. He recalled surprise, yes, but had she been even half as becoming as she was now? Maybe it was just her proximity. Still, Rafe resolved not to touch her, no matter that he didn't care whether or not it was appropriate. Despite closing himself in with her, the last thing he wanted was to be close. It could make it all the more difficult to avoid becoming attached.

"My name is Rafe Kristopher, Lady Valdis," he announced with cold professionalism. "I have been helping your sister manage matters pertaining to the Light-Jeweled Blood in the Province. There's no excuse for my manners, but it's not personal." Making the circuit once more, Rafe came around and stopped while standing at Mikaela's side. It was easier to look at her while she wasn't looking back at him. Even her demeanor was accusatory even if not on purpose and that wasn't counting that of her man who was collecting himself up from the dust at present. "The situation is far from ideal, but I'm sure there's no need for tears."

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #6 on: Jun 03, 19, 12:25:03 PM »
Anderson hit the wall with a sickening crunch, his head slamming back into the brick. Mikaela screamed, the high pitched cry causing anyone within the main hall that hadn’t noticed the commotion to stare open-mouthed. The fabric of her light green dress brushed against her knees as the Priestess Queen attempted to go to her bonded, but powerful Red shields froze her movements. Violence still hung in the air and it sent a shiver through Kaels, her large eyes settling on the stranger. She hated this feeling, the crawling tendrils of fear and anger like black tar poisoning the energy that flowed through the room.

Reaching out, Mikaela placed a hand on Rafe Kristopher’s arm. She rolled the name over in her head, liking the sound of it, feeling like it was right, even as his words caused her forehead to crinkle and the bright light within her eyes to dim. The Queen ran her Touch through the male, finding the hidden cracks within his soul with ease, filling them in with a love that felt unending, that felt so powerful it hurt. “You are right, Prince Kristopher. I apologize. I know this is most likely not what you wanted, but I will do everything in my power to be the Queen you wished for. But first, you need to drop your shields, Prince.” The last sentence was not a suggestion, but an order. Her voice only shifted slightly, from soft and soothing, to a firm determination.

She did not condemn him for hurting Anderson, because it was not her place to question the actions of a Dark Jeweled male, but she would not let her bonded suffer any longer than he had too. The Priestess Queen continued to stare at her Red Jeweled bonded, her gentle touch running Craft through him, until he followed her command.

With that, she lifted her dress skirt and ran over to Anderson, helping him sit up against the wall. She sent a thread to the Court Healer and ran her Touch through her White Jeweled male, his eyes dazed and far-away. She was no Healer, but Kaels bet he had a concussion. She just hoped it wasn’t any worse. “It’s going to be okay, Anderson. I lost hold of my emotions, that’s all. It was my fault. Prince Kristopher did not hurt me. Everything is okay.” Her hands patted him gently, feeling helpless and not knowing how to help him.

She had not seen Meya make her way outside, her Steward looking on with narrowed eyes. An onlooker informed the Queen what had happened and the air went very cold for a short moment, Meya struggling to control her jealousy. Another one? A dark jeweled male that she had wanted within her court at that? The Queen took a long breath as her Steward touched her arm, trying to calm her. Her ice blue eyes settled on Rafe and a small smile turned her red lips upward. Perhaps this wasn’t the worst turn of events. 

“Mikaela, come here.” The words were clipped, but the Priestess Queen did not even turn to look at the Province ruler. She could feel the pain from Anderson through their bond and even as the Healer arrived, she didn’t want to leave him. All she wanted to do was accompany him to the Ward.

“Sister. Attend your new male. Now.” The Province Queen’s Red shown with a flick of power as she used the Ring on her finger to send a buzz of pain to her sister, her training never complete. Meya did not know if it was her sister’s inability to overcome her flawed nature or her failing as a Queen in general, but Mikaela never could handle her males properly. Now, Meya was going to have to oversee her handling of a Dark Jeweled Prince very carefully.

The Priestess Queen let out a small whimper from the collar, before she got up off her knees and let go of Anderson’s hand. “I’ll come check on you in the Healer’s Ward later,” she whispered, pressing a kiss against his cheek. She walked over to Meya, her cheeks red with shame as the crowd looked on. She had embarrassed her sister and interrupted her Court gathering. “I’m sorry, Meya. It is hard to focus while Anderson is in pain.” She looked down, her hands clasping in front of her.

“Pain that you should have mediated. I cannot have your males fighting just because you lack the ability to lead them while I have Court functions going on. Mother Night.” Meya pressed a hand to her forehead. Was her work never over? “My apologies, Prince Kristopher. We have tried our best to instruct Mikaela, but instruction can only go so far in correcting the faults within her.” Meya reached over and touched Rafe’s shoulder in comfort. “I know this must be a disappointment, but we have taken in my sister’s bonded as our own, providing the full resources of our family to help them cope with any deficiencies Mikaela possesses. I offer this to you as well. Why don’t we retire to my office and sort out this situation in private?”

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #7 on: Jun 03, 19, 02:45:28 PM »
Should've seen that coming. Mikaela's shriek had Rafe recoiling with arms half raised as if in defense of himself. Not only was the sound grating and as far as he was concerned, highly gratuitous, but it did the same to his ears as it did to his soul. Grimacing, he gasped bitterly and hissed his disapproval. He felt like a bell that that had been rung, reverberating still with the remnants of that shrill sound. He was angry with her for it, and at the exact same time, it was difficult to experience anger towards her. This also made him angry and the effect cascaded well past a point that he was able to trace it.

As he righted himself, Mikaela dropped a hand on his arm. He twitched as though he might pull away, but didn't, too curious in the moment that she held his eyes. A thirst that he didn't know he had was quenched, then, and the intensity of the refreshment that followed was instantly addicting. Rafe stepped in instead of away, lowering his brow but unable or unwilling to look away from those searching eyes. He wanted to embrace her, to bury his face against her neck and breathe the scent of her skin. She became his focus and though his pride said that he couldn't relinquish control to these urges, they pulled at him incessantly.

Unblinking, Rafe stepped forward again and once more, intent upon pinning his Queen against the shields that surrounded them. He only needed to be closer. He could smell her already, but he wanted more. She had touched his arm but now he pressed it between them as he walked her back. She was speaking to him and though her voice sounded clearer in his mind than his ever had, the meaning in the words was initially lost to him. Some level of consciousness knew what to do though. When he lifted his hand over Mikaela's shoulder, meaning to prop it against the shield, he leaned in to find nothing at all solid and stumbled half a step.

As soon as the shield dissolved she released him, turning her back and moving quickly away toward the mess of a bastard that had bothered to piss him off once already. But where was the shield? Wait. What? Rafe stared, half dazed, half fixated. He swallowed hard and realized how dry his throat had become. Growling, he started after the duo when Meya's voice sounded off to the side. Rafe looked over, then scanned back to where Mikaela was attending her downed bonded, unaffected. Sliding his tongue along the edge of his teeth, Rafe flexed his jaw and arched a brow as he glanced askance to Meya again. He panted a quick breath when, while smiling at him, she order her sister to attend him instead of the man that was perhaps unfairly already amounting to scum in his eyes. The look in Meya's eyes coupled with the thought of Mikaela returning to him on orders were both provocative. Yes, it would be nice if things would start going his way.

Rafe grit his teeth because it seemed to be his only choice for expending any of his rampant energy at the moment. It swelled his muscles with tension and coiled painfully in his gut. When Mikaela approached, Rafe cast his eyes scornfully away. She'd let him make a fool of himself--made him in some aspect. Then she'd dismissed him in order to coddle the whelp who kept her company. Though he didn't wish to replace the man, Rafe was still instantly jealous and nothing would change that, he knew, cursing silently to himself.

Meya was the only one to notice his agitation and relate to him, a woman that he had never been sure about. For the moment, though, her reassuring tone was a salve to his scraped pride. Taken in as their own. A flash of pain stabbed through his thoughts at the idea of belonging anywhere and caused him to scowl deeply. Lifting a hand, Rafe rubbed his jaw, sore from so much clenching. Flashing wounded eyes to Meya, he nodded. He didn't want a damn thing to do with this duo, or trio if they were counting the Warlord Prince. Fuck. Were there more of those? ...But nevertheless he didn't have a choice in the thing, only in how he responded to it.

The walk down the hall this time was slower than the one he'd made on his way in. Meya made an attempt to engage him in small talk, but his response was brief enough that she nodded understanding and finished the walk in silence. Stepping through the door to her office pissed Rafe off on principle. He didn't want to be in the enclosed space right about now and the reason that he was there at all just made everything worse. His pace quickened for the sake of the liquor that he laid his eyes on, crossing directly to the decanter and pouring himself what he prayed was a heavy libation.

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #8 on: Jun 03, 19, 07:47:31 PM »
Whispers in her ears. Feather light. The Abyss rising up and calling to her.

When Mikaela lost her grip on the tight control of her emotions, the practiced shield of Protocol and order that guided her through life, disaster occurred. Not only did someone usually get injured, but the Priestess Queen often wondered if she was on the edge of madness. As she bent over Anderson, her small hands clutched to his arm, the Abyss seeped through her mind like spilled ink. Black and dark. A heavy weight, suffocating. Kaels thought she might have fallen into that void, over and over, if it was not for her darker jeweled sisters. Although she had seldom mentioned them, the Dark Religion had taught the young Priestess Queen to block out the deeper calling of the Abyss from a young age. She would not prove her worth if she stood out, if she felt the semblance of people through the void.

In that moment though, still reeling from the disappointment of Rafe and the pain that ran through Anderson, they snuck in.

The feeling of another, strong, unshaken, the opposite of her.

She was still trying to get herself back under control as they walked down the hallway and into her sister’s private study. The room was lavishly decorated, stone statues propped up on delicately inlaid tables and lush fur rugs laid across the floor. The Queen could feel that Rafe was agitated, she could feel his anger wash through their Bond.

She responded by sending gentle waves of warmth through their connection, long soothing pulses that would wash through them as she dutifully took a seat before the large glass desk that commanded anyone’s attention within the room. Meya, her gown trailing along the floor, sat, straight backed, behind it.

“Prince Kristopher, feel free to help yourself.” Her voice held a hint of amusement, as he already had. “If you wouldn’t mind pouring me a glass, it would be most welcome. I already know quieting the gossip this little event created is going to give me a headache.” Mikaela clasped her hands together in the middle of her lap and looked away from her sister. This was her fault. If she had just been able to control herself better, just been able to handle a Dark Jeweled male, perhaps Meya would not be stressed.

Whether or not the male obliged, Meya would float the bottle and a glass over to herself for a drink. “How long have you done work for the Province court, Prince? Two years? Three?” The Province Queen ran a long finger around the rim of her glass. “The arrangement has worked well, but now, in light of changed circumstances, perhaps we should re-evaluate it. I know you will want uninterrupted access to your Queen, of course, but providing such access would be far easier if you were a full member of my Court.” Meya glanced at Mikaela, but did not consult her. In fact, she might as well not even have been there.

“Mikaela is often busy with small assignments, away from Court, communing at an altar. As she is our greatest responsibility, we keep her whereabouts closely guarded—for her safety of course.” The Queen took a long drink, her tongue licking a bit of the alcohol off her lips. “Don’t worry though. I would never dream of separating you. In fact, I bet I can make a position available in my First Circle…if you were interested?”

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #9 on: Jun 03, 19, 08:34:38 PM »
Mikaela's emotions were un-fucking-wanted as they swarmed him, vexing and distressingly apparent through a newly discovered and equally unwanted conduit. It was as though he was being punished for not wanting anything to do with her and hurting her, no matter how indirectly. Quickly he deduced, though not with joy, that if he didn't want to feel this unowned and unfamiliar guilt, that he would be best not to bother the little Queen. He hated compromises like he hated boundaries and this was a lot of the first and a bit of the second. If not wanting to be bonded to her hurt her feelings, he was double damned.

Again, she introduced a new dichotomy into his psyche when he realized that the growing warmth which attempted to loosen all of his tense places was coming from her. The Queen he'd put in tears, the Queen whose man he'd assaulted (though he did deserve it talking like that), well, this woman who owed him nothing cared to soothe him. Out of sheer habit he thought better of her for it and then he was immediately salty because she'd forced him to feel a thing. No matter how familiar and right it felt to be wrapped in that feeling of home, he resented every bit of every involuntary reaction that she drew from him as easily as though she'd been the one to write his soul's script.

It was difficult to be angry anymore, but the bitterness wouldn't be washed away. Despite the foreign emotions that clung to him sticky like sweat, he knew who he was. Namely, that this wasn't him. And that he wouldn't allow it to be.

Nevertheless, his thoughts swam with possibilities. He couldn't avoid most of them, they came unbidden, welcome or not. As much as she understood the sense of him, he felt her as well. Anxious, disappointed, hurt. Should he try to comfort her? Habitually, Rafe recoiled from the notion. He didn't owe her anything! The idea that he did was abhorrent to the man he'd gladly allowed himself to become. Still, the thought was there, unable to be dismissed. It was like thinking of an awful thing and how the more one tried, the more difficult it was to get rid of offending thoughts. He simply couldn't fight it and accepted that these whims existed because there truly wasn't a choice.

There was probably a way that he could return comfort to her. Would anyone notice? There was fear for that. He couldn't be seen attending to her when she was the cause for so much upset. It would be like admitting responsibility for her pains. But could he, though? Comfort her? If no one knew, would it be okay? She would know. Softness was weakness. The mere idea of showing any, especially here and now, made him feel vulnerable enough to turn his stomach. His conflicting feelings were going to make a fool of him. Leashed, is what they called it. Leashed. Like a dog. Rafe's stomach clenched and he stretched his neck to one side gagging.

He fumbled with the bottles before him, focusing intently on the labels as he held them up for appraisal. Putting one set down, he lifted another, then another, then the first again. A decision was long in coming and so when Meya served herself instead of waiting, he grunted. Swallowing the remainder of what was in his own glass, he smacked it down and swiped up the decanter that had provided the drink.

Not at all wanting to, Rafe turned about and saw the two women sitting at the desk. He ground his teeth slowly but firmly against each other wondering if he was going to be able to fully grasp the situation or if he was merely along for the ride right now. On one side there was the only Lady Valdis that he'd ever known. He'd known of the other but no more than he knew of anyone else's relations. Mikaela stood out a half a step due to her dual Castes, but the implications of such were thankfully, not within his purview. Not so much anymore, he acknowledged begrudgingly.

When Meya mentioned the headache that she was going to come away with, Rafe glowered and saluted with the bottle in his hand before taking a swig from it. He didn't say anything, knowing that she would fill the silence, and she did. She asked about his time in the court and of renegotiation. The words "uninterrupted access" caused him to swing his eyes back to Mikaela who sat quietly and too neatly. She reminded him of a doll that his mother owned. Fantastically realistic, but not. It would be quite a relief if Mikaela was the same, but she was not. She was his which distressed him very little compared to the accompanying bit--and he was hers.

"On the contrary," Rafe began, clearing an unexpectedly hoarse voice before he continued. "I wonder if being as far away from the Province as possible might solve the problem." It felt unequivocally wrong to call Mikaela a problem, but he was assured in the knowledge that she was as much trouble for him as he was for her, whether or not she'd allow the notion.

"Your offer is impossibly generous and I'm grateful, but I'm not a man who's fit for court. You might know, by now." Night, he hoped that she did. Feeling in debt to one Queen at the moment was already more than he could handle.

Meya straightened, turning more directly toward Rafe. "Well," she gave as though taken aback. "Surely you can't just leave, Prince Kristopher. Your contract with the court doesn't expire for what, another six months?" Meya's cheeks reddened some, but her smile seemed to indicate that it was purely because she was so pleased herself.

"Eight," Rafe croaked while wiping at his mouth after another healthy swig of the bottle.

"Eight!" Meya chimed with a glad laugh.

"I'd be glad if you voided the remaining time," Rafe seethed, understanding that having the discussion at all meant that Meya had already decided that she wouldn't.

"Oh Rafe," she dismissed. "I waited for you for longer than eight months which reminds me that I won't be able to replace you in as much time. It's more important that you serve where you are needed and you are needed here." There was no threat in her voice, only a simple matter-of-factness that said that if he were to leave, it would be at the cost of breaking a contract with a Queen who ruled at the Provincial level. No good.

"No bond happens for no reason, Prince. Everyone knows that." Meya's eyes were as bright as Rafe had ever seen them before. Her words stabbed deep into the recesses where all truths resided. "I can't think of a more noble purpose than to ally yourself with a strong Queen who will lead Glacia to the glory she deserves."

It was a lovely scene that she painted, but Rafe didn't buy it. If Glacia was going to be led to glory, he didn't see Meya playing a pivotal role. Not proceeding as she was now. Maybe that was it, though. Maybe she needed him. His knowledge and specialty could be of good use in her court. Groaning, Rafe let his head fall back atop his shoulders.

"If I was meant for you, I would have bonded you," he griped, letting his eyes slide shut.

She didn't like that. He wasn't looking, but Rafe could tell by the shift in her scent and the sound of Meya turning in her chair.

"Well I'll be honest," she huffed, waving a hand absently at her side. "I don't know what to do with either of you." And then to Mikaela, insistently, "Are you even trying to help him through this difficulty? Do something." Swallowing, she stared for a half a moment, and then sat back, folding her hands on the desk before her. "Or I'll find someone who can. You're such an embarrassment."

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #10 on: Jun 03, 19, 09:24:57 PM »
"I wonder if being as far away from the Province as possible might solve the problem."

Mikaela looked down at her hands—small, smooth from lotion, shaking. She knew she was not an ideal Queen. She knew she was flawed. Weak. Unable to help Rafe in the way he needed. But…to hear him describe their Darkness given bond as a problem caused the Queen to bite her lower lip in order to stop it from wobbling. She ceased the warmth that flowed through their bond and attempted to wall herself off from it. Hide from it.

The Priestess Queen knew she would punish herself for doing it later, but all she felt was pain from this bond. Disappointment. Frustration. Anger. It made Kaels want to drop to her knees, rip open the thin skin covering her veins, and offer her blood to the male. Her life. Her self. Because just as she couldn’t stand being a disappointment in Mother Night’s eyes, she could not stand being a disappointment in her male’s either.

So she did her best to cut him off for the moment, trying to avoid those darker urges.

“Perhaps we should all take a breath. I will not help force Prince Kristopher into something he does not want.” The Priestess Queen raised her eyes to Meya and she bristled, her long fingers curling into a ball. Even with a light jewel and a collar, Mikaela never ceased to get under her skin. The Province Ruler plastered a smile on her face and nodded, while she planned a way to punish her sister for both the embarrassment she had caused today and her brazen attitude.

“I think we can find a compromise. What if Prince Kristopher agrees to serve in your first circle for four months and you agree to shorten his contract to that amount of time?” Mikaela looked from her sister to her male. “We can get to know each other during that time and if you still wish to leave when your contract is up, you will be free to go.” Kaels looked into his eyes, but it felt like she was looking inside him, the bond strong and her gaze attempting to weigh and measure him as she spoke.

Meya relaxed her fingers at the idea and took another drink, her red lips stretching into a smile.

“I could see that working. Really, Prince, you just need time to see what a benefit a Court’s true backing could give you. It opens doors that you would have never dreamed of.” Kaels returned her gaze to her lap and listened quietly, but her thumb ran over the smooth side of her palm as Meya spoke. A court. The Queen yearned for one, the longing coursing through her veins and causing her to sigh. The Priestess Queen did not often feel angry towards her Jewels—their beauty and weight a comfort—but she felt betrayed by them here. She would never have a court. She would never be able to help the land that called to her.

It was for the best though. Although it had never been proven, Kaels often wondered if her Light Jewels were a disease. One that she could pass on to her court or her people or even her children. She did not want to infect anyone else with the curse of Mother Night’s disfavor. The thought made her sick. So she buried any of her dreams for a court and left them to die. The thing was, it had been fifteen years since she had tried to kill that urge…and she had never succeeded. 

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #11 on: Jun 03, 19, 10:41:13 PM »
The abrupt cessation of the tranquil warmth that Mikaela exuded caused Rafe to choke on his beverage. Her use of the intimate Craft had been instantly obvious when initially employed, but he hadn't realized how thoroughly it had been soothing him until she took it away. Gritting his teeth, he growled. Like turning out a light, no... more like dousing a fire... It was there one moment and gone the next. His Queen was acting as though he'd wounded her. Even now, knowing next to nothing about her apart from those large, searching eyes, her sorrow evoked a similar echo in his own soul. It wasn't fair! Was this her way of getting back at him? Toying further with his emotions? Resentment toward her felt dirty, especially layered atop the unwanted cocktail of emotions that a Queen's bond produced inside of him.

The two sister Queens spoke as though oblivious to the concept that he might have plans for his future, ones that didn't include either of them. Now his ambition lay in shambles and he really had no idea whether he'd be able to reassemble it. It certainly wouldn't look the way that it had when he'd slipped his shoes on this morning.

Eyes growing large under raised brows, Rafe pointed at Mikaela with the pinky of the hand that was still wrapped around the bottle. His eyes were on Meya, though. Shaking his head emphatically from shoulder to shoulder, he pushed away from the wall and closer to where the two women sat.

"That's exactly what I don't want," Rafe told Meya while still indicating toward her sister. "I'm not a fool. The more time I spend in her presence, the more I'll crave. Four months is a long time to whittle away at a man's resolve."

Rafe could feel Mikaela staring at him, withering him already. She was an amazing beauty, small, quiet, innocent it seemed. She made him crave her, or maybe that was Mother Night's fault, but he figured he might crave her even without the bond. The bruises that he'd leave on her would be considered fine art in some circles. In other, more secretive circles, many would pay to see it happen. He growled again, dropping his accusatory hand. How much of the attraction between them was real and how much was merely a recent installation? They said there was nothing more natural in the world, but Rafe thought there was nothing natural about it.

"I understand that there are choices to be made, but respect that I don't intend to make any now. As I can't trust my own logic any further, I'll want to consult with some associates regarding where to go from here. You say that this could open doors, lady Queen, but if they aren't doors that I care to open then the effect is null."

Meya scoffed quietly from her place at the desk. Rafe didn't care if either of them thought less of him for not wanting to pledge himself on the spot. He'd spent a life building toward something and he wasn't going to willingly deviate from that path on a whim no matter if this was Darkness endorsed or not.

Rafe's throat felt dry no matter how many drinks he took from the bottle he held almost tightly enough to break.

Speaking to the sitting Queen, Rafe continued ignoring the magnetic pull of Mikaela's presence. He would acknowledge it in enough time, but on his terms. It was important for him to know how much he could withstand and essentially at which point he could no longer trust himself. "Give us the room for five minutes. We will acquaint ourselves properly and arrange for a more consensual encounter. Then I will report to you to arrange the details."

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #12 on: Jun 22, 19, 11:01:07 PM »
Mikaela felt her large blue eyes blink once, and then twice as the Red Jeweled Prince spoke. She looked away from him as they began to burn with a tongue of anger. Her fingers did not curl into fists, her psychic scent did not darken. The room did not even drop in degrees. The only sign of her displeasure was the distance she put between herself and her bonded. The evaporation of the cool Darkness from the air, leaving the room barren of the calming abyss. Now, there was only Rafe’s anger and Meya’s displeasure.

“Very well.” Meya stood up and stretched her hands over her head, her lithe body bending. “I will allow you two sometime to speak and you talk to your associates, Rafe dear. If they caution you against joining my first circle then we can just return to our original arrangement of, what was it? Nine months.” She smiled, bowed, and left the room.

Mikaela turned her eyes back towards the Prince when her sister exited, slightly uncomfortable that she had taken the guard with her. That left the very dark jeweled male and herself all alone. Taking a deep breath and touching on the Darkness, centering herself, the Priestess Queen looked her male right in the eyes.

“Our Bond is not a disease, Prince. It is something I cherish and while I understand you are upset, I will not sit here and listen to you question and reject Mother Night’s choices.” No matter how darkly jeweled he was, that did not give him the right to disparage the Darkness and the very maker that had gifted him with his power. 

“So, we can sit down and talk for a few minutes, without any insults, or you can keep acquainting yourself with that bottle and my sister while I attend to my male.” It was an ultimatum and Mikaela intended to stick to it.

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #13 on: Jul 30, 19, 03:53:45 AM »
Rafe would have wagered the townhouse that there wasn't a Valdis that he would have tried to avoid more than Meya. He would have been homeless based on today. Not that he treasured the place. Often he had fond thoughts of finding some witless hamster to take the home and all its contents off of his hands.

Meya whisked purposefully past Rafe, trailing her fingernails over his shoulders. He watched her go, not afraid to let her know that he enjoyed doing so. She watched him right back through the reflection in an ornate, gilded, floor-length mirror, smoothing her hands down the sides of her perfectly tailored gown. If it was an invitation, he'd be sure to leave room in the agenda of the upcoming negotiation. Perhaps make such arrangements part of his bargaining power.

When the door clicked shut, Rafe spelled the lock and called in a cocktail of cursory shields to protect the sanctity his five minutes. Smacking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, he swirled his glass and turned back toward where he'd last seen the other, milder pepper between the two. He arched a neatly combed brow when she started in straight away, though, having thought that she might have played quiet and let him begin. But she was a Queen, at least. He didn't look up but the ghost of a smile flicked at the edge of his lips.

Pepper, indeed. Small and unexpectedly spicy. He'd seen a glimpse of this already. Later, he would have to do his research on the idle Queen. Considering her Caste and Jewels, there was was no doubt in his mind that there was a filed dossier with her name on it already, he simply needed to locate it. She was making a habit of surprising him, a trait that was delightful thus far but could go poorly quickly.

Taking long strides, Rafe crossed to Mikaela. With one hand tucked in a pocket and the other still holding his glass, he backed her up to the edge of Meya's desk. He was quick about it, giving Mikaela little time to sort herself or respond. Tapping the toe of a shoe behind one of her knees caused her to falter and when she did, Rafe leaned in, ensuring that her butt landed on the desk and she meant to topple at all, she could only topple into the arm that he swung about her back.

Planting a knee between her legs pinned her dress to the side of the desk and effectively herself within it to an extent. Looming over his half reclined Queen, Rafe scowled at her.

"To be clear, Lady Valdis," he began, the words working to find their way out from between clenched teeth. "Your rank is no shield between us. If I see cause for you to sit, you will sit."

Pulling his hand from his pocket only then, Rafe very carefully transferred his glass to it and then slid it aside on Meya's desk.

"We do agree that I cannot make you listen."

Bringing his eyes back, Rafe stared at her silently for a few moments and then straightened his back a bit to give her some more breathing room.

"I'm going to let you up but if you scold me like that again you will regret it, do you understand?"

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #14 on: Aug 05, 19, 09:03:36 PM »
Mikaela did not watch her sister walk away. No, instead her long lashes shaded her blue eyes as she looked over Rafe. He watched Meya as most males did, their eyes not looking into her soul, but resting on her body. Anderson had never looked her over like that and she was glad. She did not like when men looked at her that way, it sent shivers up her spine—like when she exposed herself to the cool chill of Glacia during atonement.

Right now, as the clock gently ticked against the wall, Kaels did not like how Rafe was looking at her now either. The hue of his dark eyes caused her to back up slowly, uncertain of his intentions. The closer he got, the thicker the air between them became. Not from lust or desire or fear, but from the Abyss that the Priestess Queen pulled into the room. It was concentrated, movement hard in the heavy Darkness that moved like a veil between them. Fighting would be hard in this queer space, the melding of the real world with that of Mother Night’s. Sounds reverberated in Mikaela’s ears loudly, as other sounds fell away.

Here was the space of judgement. The thick ooze of expectation.

For any but a Priestess it would be unnerving, but it gave Mikaela courage. Especially as her male began to scare her, a soft gasp leaving her lips as she fell backwards, the table the only thing catching her. She tried to lean back as far as she could, away from his body and the heat that his body brought.

“O-okay, Prince. I’ll sit.” She tried to not let the fear she felt towards him bleed into her voice, but she couldn’t all together help it. She had been trained on how to handle her males, but not on how to handle a darker jeweled male. No one had expected her to bond one.

Carefully, feather light, Mikaela rested a hand on his chest, more to make sure he did not come closer than anything. Then, like a soft breeze that ran over the back of his neck, she ran her Rose over his body, analyzing his spirit and the way the Abyss ran through his blood.

She did not like what she found.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to find the courage communing with Mother Night always gave her. “It is my duty to ensure you reach your full potential, Prince Kristopher, and I fear, based on our limited interactions, that you have not yet.” She left it up in the air if it was her duty because she was a Queen or because of her light jewels. The answer was, truthfully, both. Those with darker jewels protected them all, but they needed a purpose and they needed gentle help to find it. “If you do not like scolding, I will find another way. But I will not stop guiding you just because you dislike it. I do not abandon my males. If you would like to hurt me for that than go ahead. I am not afraid of pain.”

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #15 on: Aug 14, 19, 01:29:07 AM »
The little Queen's gasp called forth demons that Rafe had almost forgotten he'd had. The problem there was that his Queen was in distress and this bothered him on a surprising but instinctive level. Conversely, though, that quick breath teased him and his shadowed eyes caught a wild light as he suddenly considered what other occasions might cause the cowering dove to entice as such him again.

Without realizing it, Rafe had mirrored Mikaela, his own breath catching when hers did, an arresting shiver causing him to become momentarily less fluent with his movements. As she recoiled from him, she merely pushed herself to a different edge of the same encompassing force. Rafe resisted the instigative urge to constrict his arm further just to know what it was like to feel her closer. She was even smaller when she was this near, wasn't she? Little more than the expensive gown itself. He'd wrapped himself around her and still, he was hardly touching her at all. A curious and enchanting little marvel.

Her fear had an endearing effect on him and he honestly wasn't sure whether he wanted to destroy her or devour her... or why he cared either way at all.

When she touched him, Rafe sucked in a hiss and sharpened his eyes on his pale adversary. She was wise, though. Unlike with her words, her touch seemed much better honed to his desires and he had trouble taking exception to what might have amounted to a protest despite how it could have been earned. His eyes broke away from hers to glance down at her hand and wonder if she touched him at all or if he was just sensing her there. When his head came down her Rose pulsed over him and he shivered, a lip curling in response.

Guiding him? Him? Rafe scoffed but offered no other response. They were the worst when they were full of righteousness and eager to dispense it. If she wasn't a Queen... Is she wasn't a Valdis... a member of the court... the one that he was meant to join... Things had just become incredibly complicated. Gone were the days when his problems could be solved by making someone cry. Here that would just compound the issue. Didn't mean it wouldn't feel nice, though. For a bit, maybe?

Reaching for her hand, Rafe slid his own to cover it. 

"Two things, dove."

Fingers extending past hers, he twisted a button on his shirt and loosened it before sliding both of their hands between the rich fabric and his bare chest. He held her hand pressed over his heart silently marveling at the way his body wanted to react to her no matter how his spirit protested.

"Your leash isn't strong enough to guide a man like me."

Gently, he massaged his fingers over hers but would fight if she tried to recoil.

"I'm not your bitch," he offered softly, with a smile.

"Also, I didn't mention pain, you did." Smirking, his eyes danced as he regarded her.

Taking hold of one of her thighs through her dress he tightened his grip and dragged her ass to the edge of the desk. He would have pulled her off entirely except that his knee was still planted firmly against the desk and so instead she was halted abruptly by the sudden straddling of his leg.

"Are you just unafraid of pain, my Queen, or is it more than that? I ask because you didn't answer me when I asked you a simple question. And what you did offer instead makes me think you're trying to make me hurt you. I'm sure we can come to an agreement if so, but you may want to use your words more effectively. I know that we've only just begun to tangle ourselves into this knot but our time is limited. So. When should we meet again? Hm? You can think about how you'd like me to hurt you and I'll decide exactly how our relationship will proceed from here. Without your guidance. Thank you, however, for the generous offer. I'm quite sufficient without."

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #16 on: Aug 18, 19, 10:38:35 PM »
Mikaela tried to push herself backwards, tried to get away from the pulsing heat that was her male. She had never been afraid of Anderson before, but he had never pushed himself past her comfort zone. He had never looked at her with the piercing confidence that Rafe displayed. As her discomfort rose, the Abyss began to falter, its calming slowing effect leaving the air. Soon, it would just be a man and a woman in a room, on the edge of violence.

As he began to unbutton his shirt, the woman’s vision narrowed to their hands, her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Time got away from her and every moment felt distinct, drawn out, but ragged along the edges. Tinged with the feeling of adrenaline and fear.

She tried to pull her hand away, hard, but he was stronger. Stronger. Darker. Taller. He was so tall. The Queen craned her neck upward and her blue eyes widened, partly in fear, but partly…because it excited her. The thought sent shivers down her body and she knew she would have to atone later. She might need to unfurl the delicate cat-o-nine-tails under her bed.

For now, she clenched her teeth and managed to slightly turn her hand so she was gripping his hand. Her nails dug into his skin, drawing the blood into the air. Craft drew on the blood, infused it into her spell, making her words stronger.

“Stop.”

The word was a single syllable, like a slap across the face. The Rose Priestess Queen reached deep into the bond between them, the pulsing fiber of it, the leash that connected Rafe to her. His blood only made her command echo deeper inside him, like a hand had grabbed his heart and squeezed the breath out of him. Then she pulled. Hard. If he had thought the leash wasn’t strong enough before, well, then he was wrong. If he struggled, fought, or attempted to do anything but stop, Mikaela would reach so deep into their bond that the Prince wouldn’t be able to think. The room became affixed with the Queen’s fear, her discomfort, her desire to get away. Anywhere, but pressed up against her male.

“You are making me uncomfortable. Let go of me. Now. ”

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Re: Small Ripples and Dangerous Rapids
« Reply #17 on: Aug 19, 19, 04:29:34 PM »
Not meaning to, Rafe couldn't help the way that he studied his Queen. He'd already decided that the more he exposed himself to her, the more that he wouldn't be able to forget her, the more that she would sink her hooks in and the more difficult it would be to put her out of his mind. But the way that she affected him wasn't something so easily ignored once he was already experiencing it. Mikaela wasn't shy about sharing her presence or even that intimate Touch. They were strangers and already she'd shown him. In his mind, she was trying to prove something.

There was some science on the effects of these women and known ways to avoid inevitable sorrows caused by unwanted associations. Rafe might have gone about things more intelligently before becoming too embroiled but well, it'd been a bad day already. He'd had the run-in with her meddling man... and Meya wanted the world delivered to her door before breakfast, his temper was already flaring, his discipline paper-thin and his Queen was hiding a spirit as bellicose as his own and calling it her duty. At least he called his sins by name... fed them well, brought them in at night, and let them lay by the fire.

Muttering curses, Rafe sighed and looked down to see a spot of blood quickly soak and spread among the woven fibers of his shirt. Claws on the little thing? He was truly taken by surprise. A little emasculated that of the two of them, if anyone, she'd drawn first blood.

"Kitten," he protested, a scold on his tongue, but she spoke next before he could, effectively ceasing whatever efforts he had been putting into further discourse.

Stop.

It was only a word but it struck him hard enough to change the topic. Rafe fell instantly still except that he idly rubbed his fingers together on the hand of the arm held loosely now behind her back. His breath sounded loud and hot, hissing from his chest though he held himself in perfectly controlled measure. Maybe he'd deserved that unsportsmanlike lick of Craft, but... she could have had the same fucking results had she just agreed to leave him the fuck alone as asked... and he was about to fucking tell her so.

(NO HE WASN'T.)

She dove deeper, not satisfied and not finished. There was more still to come and no amount of Jewels, shields, webs, training, or anything else slowed her from slipping into to the deepest wells of his psyche and arresting control of everything.

"Mrrrrnnnf... Urrrgh!" Rafe went slack for half a second but caught himself in an act of sheer willpower. It cost him, though, the strain showing in the way his face contorted. Stretching his neck, he pulled his head back, the muscles in his throat so taut that they looked as though they could tear. He appeared to fight a very real weight as he sought to remain on his feet. What he felt... she... It was indescribable. Encompassing. Overtaking. And all of that was before she yanked the fucking leash... fashioned a noose out of it and kicked the chair out from under him.

Eyes rolling into the back of his head, the strength and finesse left Rafe's body and he dropped, crumpling as his long body went down. His head lolled errantly bringing his chin to crack hard on the edge of the desk, wood splintering at the point of impact as his skull bounced backward. What was left of his consciousness sought to brace himself further, but ineptly so and it wasn't imperative, there wasn't much further to fall.

Blood seeped over his bottom lip onto the carpet and as his eyes focused, he realized that he had the same pattern in the room he was staying in. Not an awful choice, either. Nice colors. He'd meant to inquire about the house it'd been acquired from. Maybe one day he'd redo the townhouse.

A sharp ringing peal pierced the center of his skull and felt as though it ricocheted within. All of the pain receptors that had momentarily been rushing to attend their posts were now fully employed and screaming. One by one, each of his senses returned, intense, bombarded and surly as hell about it.

He was on the floor, of all places, the resting place of people who lost fights. With his sight still drawing into focus, he didn't try to stand right away, but the disgrace of having fallen at all was already tearing a little more of his soul with every passing second. He was folded up like a woman who'd lost the heel of her shoe. Vulnerable. Shoulders slumped, head bowed, his body appeared to have conceded. Vomitous, pitiful man.

It wasn't true.

Flexing his jaw, he stopped midway, snarling in pain as he lifted his head. Pieces of hair trailed in blood and stuck to his skin as he tried to wipe it away from his face. If he stood up, he was going to drip blood down his entire suit. If he didn't... he was on his knees now in front of her. No matter what happened, he was leaving the room battered. No matter what, he lost face.

 

 

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