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A naive Black Jeweled witch has destroyed the Territory Court. From its ashes a new court is being constructed, one run by a manipulative killer. As the blood runs in the streets of Goth from open gang warfare, the Steward of Little Terreille begins a gambit to rebuild the Territory from the ground up and challenge the Star of Kaeleer.
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Offline Isbeil Balton

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Because you asked...
« on: Mar 08, 19, 02:04:53 PM »
Isbeil found the meeting with Odelle and Jack to have ended pleasurably. They initiated small talk, discussed the past with fondness and what steps were being taken toward the future.  It had been her intent to see her friend introduce her newly bonded to a different Court. Now, whether or not that was the best idea, she still wasn’t sure, but Perry had handled himself marvelously.  Gale was not one to leave a room without a contingency plan and he had asked the Queen to keep him appraised of what was happening, not because he was curious, Gale didn’t care about how Odelle or Jack spent their days, what he did care about was that there was a threat against a Queen. One which was close to his own.  It was also important for him to see how Perry reacted to the implication of such a threat. He’s handled the guards better than he had hoped. Isbeil only knew this because her first bonded had tells and had he been any less impressed, he would have stepped in.

They shared mead and Queen's Touch, which made it all the better. Jack acted like he was frazzled by the women's chosen topics of discussion, especially if they involved him, but Isbeil knew better. Jack was quick to bounce back. He wouldn't be a Balton if he didn't.  Odelle had a big heart and she wanted what was best for the Province. While she would have hoped that she would come around to the idea of retreating to the chalet for a short time, at least as a respite while her Court investigated the attempt on her life, she had seemed unsure about relinquishing the hold on her position for even a short time.  Isbeil made it clear the invitation was open and not the last she would hear about it.

The carriage drifted along the wind until it broke through the landing pad a mile or so from her estate.  Perry sat across from her, still regal in his slacks and black vest. The shirt clung to just the right places.  Gale sat quietly, reading a pamphlet he picked up somewhere at her side. The scent of ozone filled the cabin as they emerged, and the carriage jostled as they struck solid ground and continued forward without pause. Isbeil looked out the window, peeling the window shade to one side so she could see the fading sun out in the distance. Orange blue and burgundy clouds reached toward the horizon. Fields and farmhouses stretched out in an explosion of emerald with little oasis of civilization scattered throughout. They were home, back to the familiar scents and scenes. Crossing her legs once more, she smoothed her crimson laced skirt over her lap and smiled wryly to herself. “Yer dyin’ to say something, and I'm wantin’ ta hear it.”  Her bright blue eyes regarded him, the dying afternoon light brushed her spotted cheeks making them seem far more bright and rosy than they were.  Releasing the shade, she rested a hand over her knee. “What did ye think of yer first time at Province Court? Impressions?”

Gale made a soft ”hm” under his breath. That was his input for the night. They were raising security, he had said as much the moment they had led the Queen into the cabin. That whole business with the poisoning was terrible and it only made sense that Gale would be reactionary. He wouldn't be as good at his job if he wasn't.

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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #1 on: Mar 12, 19, 11:56:10 AM »
Peregrine Goth had been wondering just what it was he had been prepared for.  The Court they had just left had not seemed too terribly different from Isbeil’s own in her District, except for the odd security measures.  Gale kept a tightly secure house, but even he knew where to draw the line, and what their limitations were as the Bonded Males of their Queen.  It had been an experience, to be sure, from the moment they arrived right up until the moment they left.  He could not quite put a finger on the source of that Court’s paranoia.  Perry would talk about with Gale when they had a moment, and likely it would be the topic of several of their conversations.  It was, in the end, not at all what he expected, while at the same time being exactly what he expected from people of a particular societal class.  Aristos.

It had been pleasant enough after the initial confrontation.  Perry drew a fair bit of interest, and he would have been surprised if he did not.  He had a unique perspective to offer on everyone’s lands, really.  He could survey them all from the air, and he knew that could be terribly useful to the right people.  For the most part, Peregrine spent his time standing close to his Queen, even when she sat comfortable, he opted to stand close at hand.  He spoke when he was spoken to, and spent a most of his time observing, and commenting along a thread to Isbeil throughout much of the evening.  There were better ways to do things, better ways to track a killer, better ways to secure a Queen.  No one was better at leveraging Craft and Castes better than the Gangs of Goth had been, and every street kid of the Blood.  Puffery only got an aristo so far.

Perry enjoyed these carriage rides.  Riding the Winds was close to flying, except it seemed faster to him, even when their driver was burdened by a carriage and passengers.  He wondered what spells went into securing the conveyance, and why it worked at all.  It was akin to teleportation, or as good as, since the intervening space between the start and endpoints was traversed so swiftly.   Perry’s eyes returned to Isbeil, where they had been just a few moments before, he shrugged slightly, and glanced to Gale, before he took a breath and answered the question put to him.  ”I, well, I expected more?  More of what?  I can’t really say, but I do know that door search was ridiculous.”  He growled in memory, ”And just the rest of it...there was a lot of drama over an attempt, but no suspects?  I mean, let’s take Balton.  If someone found Gale dead behind the barn, no offense Gale, who do you think would be suspect number one?  All Bonds aside, it should be me, right?  The staff saw us fighting, and such.”  He hooked a thumb over his shoulder, as though the Province Court was back there.  ”They didn’t have a single suspect? A single idea who’d wanna send the Queen for a permanent nap?”

He shook his head, ”It ain’t easy to just hurt Queens.  I’m from the gutter, an’ even I sense that much is true.  They should have some ideas about who tried to hurt Lady Odelle, especially the members of Court that aren’t shiny an’ new.”  Peregrine shrugged, ”Maybe she did it to herself, to circle the wagons and test loyalties.”  He reached out and brushed and adjusted the fall of Isbeil’s dress, ”And Odelle seemed awfully worried about taking a break, even to meet with an old friend.”  He snorted softly, ”I’ve seen that before...anyone that worried about leaving a seat empty for any amount of time is worried about havin’ that seat taken from them.”  Perry grinned, ”But, I did like the suit.”  He plucked at the jacket he wore, and fluttered his wings slightly.  *I kept my promise, Isbeil.*  He said warmly, across the thread that remained open between them.

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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #2 on: Mar 12, 19, 02:22:35 PM »
The trip to the Province Court was meant as an introduction, a piece of personal business and good practice for Peregrine. It would allow him to engage in a polite, but personal level with characters that he would be engaging with in the future. Isbeil had called it a soft run for Perry when she was alone with her Master of the Guard.  If she had submitted him to an official Province Court meeting in the capital he would have more to consider than idle chit chat and the annoyance of an unnecessary search.  When that time came, he would have already built a rapport with Jack, an important player in Odelle’s Court as well as the Queen herself. It would have been a lot to throw at him at once, but if anything, Perry was proving to have an impressive ability to adapt.  The option for him to leave and return to Goth for a time had been offered early on. If it became too much, if Court life did not suit him he could come and go as he pleased. Instead, he chose to stay and embrace a life that he no doubt mocked at one point or another in his life. Isbeil made it clear there was no shame in taking time. Perry didn’t need it.

She had felt him struggle with him impulses a few times. No doubt he found silence a better alternative than airing his thoughts and insulting the ruling Queen.  Isbeil appreciated the restraint, but it had made her curious. Small talk was made, and he kept close. A warm, comforting presence at her back. She could feel him rumbling, not audibly, but possessively through their bond, a reminder that he was present.

Well she did ask and he was going to give her that answer. He’d been itching too for a bit now. She just underestimated how many thoughts he did have.

“Of course,”  Gale interjected with a mutter.  He was dead in this scenario, of course, it only made sense. Casting a glance at Isbeil his brow flicked upward to indicate they both knew the culprit before returning to the pamphlet. She smiled, and gently swatted at his hand which made him smirk.

“Perhaps they just didnae share that with us.  Voicin’ such things aloud can lead to the suspect's retreat. The walls ‘ave ears, and they must be careful who they accuse. “ he was right though if they did have a suspect, why would they bother searching everyone, even a Queen at the door? She had not expected that flavor of disrespect, nor had Odelle seemed comfortable with it either. Now that was a new thought, one Isbeil hadn’t even considered, and even now it felt so out of character for Odelle. No, she wouldn’t believe a Queen would risk herself in such a way, it would be a pitiful cry for attention.“ I doubt that’s the case. No. And don’t let anyone ever hear ye speak of it. A Queen doin’ such things is as dangerous as anyone accusin’ her of it.” Protocol would give her males the right to bring Perry to task for even insinuating it. He wouldn’t, but it was worth mentioning.

Fingers brushed her skirts so the crimson lace cascaded down her knee smoothly.  Isbeil smiled, lifting her pale blue eyes at Perry. They were nearing the estate, it was almost more exciting than leaving. “Odelle has always been that way.”

“She isn’t the only one.”

Isbeil cast a glance at Gale that said he should just shut it. Gale smirked again. “Some people like to look busy and exhausted, it makes them feel like they accomplish more.” He added, then tilted his head. “Others like to work too hard and pretend they aren’t exhausted.” Now that look was pointed.  Isbeil ignored him.

Anyways. Odelle has always been a bit insecure about leavin ‘er post. She likes to have a tight hand on her Court and it can feel like she doesn’t trust her people. Its about holding on to what she has. Its been that way since Lady Smithers disappeared.” Isbeil had a thought, Perry was new to Balton in comparison. He was not yet caught up on all that had occurred over the years, even though it felt like he had been at her side since the beginning. “Lady Bethany Smithers was the Queen of Rockland before Odelle. She wasn’t known to be very personable, and she ruled the district like only natives had a right to it.” Isbeil brushed her fingers together in the way people commonly referred to money. “She believed that keepin ta the status quo was well enough an’ good for Rockland.  Odelle and Bethany vied fer the seat, not everyone was happy with Lady Smither’s rule, she’d made a few enemies. Then one day, she was gone with no trace. Some think she was kidnapped, others like myself think shes behind some barn like ye said.  I think Odelle has always feared that the same could happen to ‘er.  It goes against our natures ta want to hurt a Queen, but it happens, so if an attempt ‘as been made against Odelle, they ‘ave to take it seriously. Even if the execution is wantin’.” 

The carriage rocked along. Perry looked wonderful in that jacket and he knew it.  Again his voice caressed her through the open thread. “I've not forgotten. Not fer a minute, and I intend on keepin’ mine.”

Gale straightened, vanishing the pamphlet as the rough, unpaved roads quickly shifted to brick beneath the coach’s wheels.  The light was quickly fading and he wanted his men to make a sweep while Isbeil retired to her offices for the evening. “Take a look around before you settle in, we’ll talk in the morning about security,” he said to Perry.

"Please let the Steward know I am not to be disturbed fer the rest of the evenin'." she said, rolling her shoulders back. He could help her with the kinks later.

Nor would they be.

Isbeil sipped the honeyed bourbon she'd just poured herself. Another sat on her desk awaiting him. Upon entering her office her heels had been kicked aside, one rolling under a chair, the other resting on its side beneath the coffee table. Once Perry entered she smiled, extending the glass to him  as she rocked the amber liquid from side to side inticingly.  "Let it be known, mead, even that made from apples, doesn't hold a candle to some excellent bourbon."  Grinning teasingly she admired him. "I'm glad ye met them, despite yer reservations. I liked havin' you there. I like havin' ye here more." she whispered with a smile when he stepped closer, her fingers rolling one of the buttons of his jacket.

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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #3 on: Mar 14, 19, 12:58:32 PM »
Peregrine knew that he was discussing not only friends of Isbeil’s, but also at least one relation.  He also knew that he did not serve his Queen best by censoring his words, or failing to give voice to his suspicions.  Goth was a hard place to grow up in a gang, never mind going at it alone, as he had in the start.  He had been taken in by the Red Moon House where he was born, because  Warlord Prince would eventually have his uses.  He was put to work, in a wide variety of ways, and when he was old enough, there were the gangs, being a gang enforcer, the street skirmishes, and then the fights.  Perry had learned to hear what people didn’t say, as much as what they did say, and while the Blood were all resonating psychically, body language said just as much at times.

He shot a smile at Gale.  It was just an example, and a good one.  If Gale did wind up dead behind a barn, Perry would suspect himself, even if he didn’t do it.  He was the obvious choice.  ”But they said otherwise.  They had no idea who was responsible, so they were checking everyone.  That was why they tried that ridiculous search at the door.”  Peregrine shrugged, ”I’m obviously not going to share that with the Court in question, just like I knew when Redhand Riddick faked an attack from his rivals, just so he’d have an excuse to retaliate.  I just told the House to button up that night, ‘cuz the streets were gonna get bloody.”  Peregrine glanced between Gale and Isbeil when they discussed his view of the Province Queen’s hesitation to take a day for herself.

Perry nodded, ”Security isn’t really the issue, and what you’ve just described with Lady Smithers and all the rest supports my impression more than it denies it.”  He smiled at Isbeil, ”You know how to stop and smell the fresh baked bread.  My impression of Lady Odelle was quite the opposite.”  He recognized when they were getting closer to home, and looked out the coach window to see where they were.  He nodded to Gale, ”I will take a flyover, and a walk, before I call it night, Gale.  I’ll look for you in the morning.  Out in the yard?”  They were regularly exercising and sparring these days.  Peregrine was picking up the sword, Gale was refining his empty-hand work.  When they arrived, he promised to find Isbeil when he was done, took and kissed her hand quickly, and then hopped out of the coach and then into the air.

He gave the estate a thorough once over, and even walked around it once, before he returned to Isbeil.  They had agreed to meet in her offie, and he was eager to get there.  Peregrine entered, still wearing the suit she had picked for him.  ”Bourbon is a good way to start the end of any day.”  He crossed the room to her, and her desk, and he reached past her as she fiddled with one of the buttons on his jacket.  As he did so, he kissed her, teasing and sweet, before he raised the glass to his lips for a drink of the bourbon she’d left for him.  ”I’m glad I went as well.”  He barely restrained a snarl, ”Though, I don’t think Gale would have let them search you either.”  Perry smiled, and kissed her again, ”They’re a likable bunch, for the most part.  I feel the tiniest bit of guilt over ruining the doorman’s day, but I’m sure you’ll help me get over that.”

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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #4 on: Mar 21, 19, 12:37:59 PM »
Always dutiful, Isbeil didn’t expect that she would be able to retire to her offices with Perry as soon as she got home. Instead, Gale had followed her, seeking the solace only she could provide and verified that she was comfortable with the events of the day. It did not take much to assure him and soon, he too left to check in with the guards. By tomorrow they would have more men posted on the estate and anyone with access to her would be thoroughly vetted, even if they had been once already. No doubt Perry would play a role in this, as trough some irony, Gale had taken him under his wing.  Gale never let anything to chance and his silence would not be an indication that he was slacking.

Trust, it was one of the many reasons why she felt secure in her home. Fate had blessed her with two amazing bonded and there was not a single day she was not grateful for that fact. Even now as Perry entered her offices. “Start? Don’t you mean cap, or end the day? Trust me, there are days I wished I started early on the bottle.” she grinned at him tilting her head in that way she did when she was being playful.  The taste of his lips had maintained their sweetness, even months after the fact. A finger brushed his jaw, tracing the sharp, defining line as the other idly played with his button. Inhaling deeply she made a soft sound of approval and pressed a chaste kiss against his bottom lip.

That whole dreadful incident bothered Perry, even more than he had indicated at the time.  Maintaining her cool was critical to him maintaining his.  It had stung that Jack had even approved the search, though she had sought a less confrontational field of discussion through the meeting. He was her cousin, family, and it was Odelle who was forced to rise to the occasion and put a stop to what could have been a grave insult. “No, I could see his face. After a while, ye learn to read the many scowls of Gale, even the most subtle ones.” The Master of the Guard would not have tolerated it, but he had faith that Peregrine wouldn’t either. If he had agreed, which she very much doubted, Gale would have stepped in. “I’m amazed he dinnae just end the meeting then and there. ‘e has before while in court when someone has overstepped.” And she’d let him because he was her Master of the Guard and she wouldn’t give anyone any excuse to think her faith had been misplaced in him. 

Smoothing her thumb over the textured face of the button she lifted her freckled nose at him. “Don’t, ye saved me from having to ruin it worse. “   The corner of her pink mouth lifted into a smirk. The kiss was welcome and returned, her eyes momentarily closing blissfully. The enamored Queen brushed her hair back behind her bare neck and shoulder blades. Lace was not the softest fabric but it was elegant and the bright crimson paired perfectly with the copper dappling on her nose, cheeks, and chest. “Would ye care to do more of this in the future? Ill admit its not the most elegant of jobs. I was pleased, but not surprised you had done so well, especially under so much...uhm…how can I put it delicately?” She couldn’t, so she didn’t. The situation in which they were greeted had not been ideal, even if the rest of the meeting went well. “ Also…”  she leaned back, fixing him with an amused but stern gaze. If anyone could pull it off it was a Scelt. “Where do ye get off offerin’ rides to others? These wings and everything beneath and against them fall under my purview, thank ye very much. Ill not be havin’ anyone ride my male, but me.” He could take that any way he wished.

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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #5 on: Apr 02, 19, 03:34:15 PM »
Perry half-smiled, ”The beginning of the end.”  Though that sounded far more ominous than he really intended.  He returned her grin, glad that she was in such a good mood.  She continued to caress his face, and he did nothing to dissuade her.  He turned his head slightly to encourage it, and he smiled into her eyes just before she kissed his bottom lip after breathing him in.  It was pleasing to him that she felt comfortable around him, and safe, and that she wanted to enjoy his presence as much as he wanted to enjoy hers.  Perry had been bothered, and more than a little offended by the whole act.  ”I’ve learned to read a handful of them I figure.”  He said in reply to Gale’s many scowled, smiling when he spoke.

He shook his head slightly, ”Gale wouldn’t have had to.  It would have either been a fight and us leaving, or us just leaving, depending on how hard we were pressed.”  Peregrine’s wings twitched, ”No one was going to overstep.”  He smiled at her when she agreed that she would have been just as annoyed as he was by the suggestion that she be searched, and that he should stand by and allow it.  He placed the drink on her desk, and slipped his arms about her, to draw her close against his body.  He nuzzled the side of her neck that she had just revealed, softly kissing her freckled skin.  ”I would happily escort you anywhere.  You don’t really need to ask.”  He leaned back and met her eyes, smiling, before he supplied the words she needed.  ”Scrutiny?  Suspicion?  Concealed bigotry?  Elitism?”

Perry’s smile became a brief frown, ”I was tryin’ to be polite?  You can nix any of that.  You didn’t exactly supply me with a quick answer, and you were in my head the entire time.”  He laughed at her turn of phrase, and his hands dropped to her hips, lifting her onto her desk, so he could pull her closer still.  ”That’s fine by me, my Queen.  You should take advantage of what is yours as often as possible.”  Perry kissed her once again, though this one lingered for much, much longer.  The kiss broke, his lips still brushing against her own, before he spoke again.  ”Seriously though, any time you need me, I’m willin, even if we have to meet up with the same misguided bunch.”  He cupped her cheek, and caressed her skin, "It can't all be theory, I've got to get some practice in with these people somewhere."

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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #6 on: Apr 12, 19, 11:59:35 AM »
It was good to be home, shoes off and enjoying a good drink with Perry so close at hand. They made a deal before going to see Odelle and she was eager to see it through. Of course, the deal was beneficial to both, she never had a concern that he would turn the meeting upside down and embarrass her. The promise to meet him in her office was simply an incentive for excellent behavior.  Their greeting non-withstanding left much to be desired but she understood that desperation to keep a Queen safe sometimes leaned toward the irrational. Odelle had the right of it, so the rest of the evening had gone well. Perry had done exactly what he was meant to do, which was to guard and protect his Queen, even from friendly forces. Gale had not praised his work because it was a necessary component of the job, but in this case, no criticism was a compliment in and of itself. No one was physically harassed and lessons were learned on both sides. Perry had the right instincts, and they would serve her well.  Gale’s silence had been a bit of a surprise, however. He did not often leave his duty in the hand of another so the fact that he had been so restrained and not immediately filed protest was telling. It had been a test. Perhaps now Gale would let up a bit with some renewed confidence and give Perry some more responsibility. He certainly deserved the chance.

Warm lips trailed up the sensitive dip of her neck making her skin tingle. Isbeil was aware of him at all times, his scent, the way his expressions were just a part of the physical tells of his mood. His wings were expressive on their own. She enjoyed watching him move, but more times like this when he touched her. “Yeh had those ready in yer back pocket.”  She scolded him with a smile. “I wouldn’t say its concealed bigotry.” It was the only one she corrected. Scrutiny, suspicion, and elitism seemed about right. Then again all her facets of court life. The whole thing was a game and one had to be perceptive to every move on the board while bolstering their worth to make the pieces appealing at the same time. At least that’s how Isbeil always thought of it.

Her strawberry brows lifted when he frowned, fingers dipped within his jacket and curled against the fabric of his shirt. Her head tilted, the mischievous smile she wore so easily did not fade. “How was I supposed to when ye made the offer? Oh no, my apologies, the ride is closed fer repairs." She grinned. "They would see right through it. Then again, the idea of ye carrying Jack up into the clouds like a pup from the scruff of his neck was too temptin’ to pass up.” Pulled up to the desk, her teeth bit into the corner of her bottom lip. He pressed close, her legs spreading just enough to allow him to stand between them. Had the skirts been tighter he would be unable to do so, but luckily the crimson laced gown came complete with a long slit. Out slipped her left thigh, toes curling to brush the back of his booted leg. Settling up straight, she met his kiss and filled her lungs slowly with his breath. They were as warm and welcoming as they had been the first day they met. Only months had passed and they were no less passionate. The kiss broke and earning him soft sound of sulky protest.  Bright blue eyes opened lazily, lashes brushing his cheek.  His hands cupped her cheeks and she tilted her face toward his palm. “Ye really want to learn, don’t ye?”  she asked, though the answer was obvious. Perry had been so eager to prove himself even if it was at the dissatisfaction of several tutors. He itched to do more, she could feel it, but to what end? “I have a feelin’ that after today’s performance Gale will entrust ye with more duties. I promised him that he was in charge after the two of ye came to blows.”  Like schoolyard boys working out their differences, they’d managed to become good friends. All it cost was a bit of blood and some bruises.

Lacing her fingers around his wrists as his hands gently held her face, she looked up at him. Each time she did she was reminded that he was hers. “If it was solely up to me, Id have ye by my side every day. If yer wantin more time, an experience, take it to Gale. I want nothin' more than ta have yeh feel valued and utilized.”


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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #7 on: May 21, 19, 11:17:33 AM »
Perry’s trainer and manager, Scratch, had given him some ideas about what a Queen might expect from a bonded Warlord Prince.  It was clear that the old man didn’t like to talk about his past, unless he thought it would help Peregrine understand something about himself better.  Even then, he was short on detail.  If anyone deserved credit for the success of his Bond to Isbeil, other than Isbeil herself, it was his lost friend.  It was him that had told Perry about the importance of a Queen, and how precious and important that Bond could be.  It was clear that Scratch had lost his Queen, there was too much pain in his eyes, and wistfulness, when he spoke about it.  Peregrine Goth had no formal training, but he had long since learned to trust his instincts, and he knew what they were.  Isbeil made him want to serve and protect her, among other things that were instinctual, but altogether different in motivation.  There had been some gaps in his Protocol, emphasis absent where emphasis was necessary, and he had learned that not only from Gale, but from Isbeil herself.  He had even learned a fair bit from watching Lady Odelle and her Males, a discussion he’d just recently had with Gale before he had come to see his Queen.

He and Isbeil had made their deal, and he certainly meant to collect, but he could be patient, knowing that it was a certainty.  Perry smiled against her skin, softly kissing the spot just behind and beneath her ear, before he chuckled softly and replied.  ”I’ve had those ready since I walked in there.”  He shrugged at the one item she protected, ”I guess we will see.  I was a question mark to them.  A new Warlord Prince, and one with wings besides.  They might not know I’m not ‘high class’, but my name implies it.”  Perry smiled brightly, an expression that bloomed in his eyes, ”Exactly that, closed for repairs, only Lady Balton allowed.”  Peregrine tilted his head, ”Do you think Jack is afraid of heights?  Everyone says they’re not, until they’re up there.”  He was pressed close to her now, still quietly conversing, even as he touched and caressed her softly.  Perry’s hands slid along her bared thigh, his fingertips taking their time along her smooth skin.  He kissed her then, a soft rumble of desire vibrating in his chest.  Isbeil protected when the kiss broke, and he took a deep breath.  ”Of course, I do.  I mean to stand by your side as often as possible.”

Perry nodded, ”I remember our bargain, and I remember my solution.”  He smiled, ”It has been working out so far.  It’s all a matter of perspective, an’ I think we’re startin’ to realize there’s value in our differences.”  He met her eyes, and smiled at her, caressing her cheeks when he cupped her face.  ”I’ll ask him.  I think tonight proves I can do at least that, and more.  I know how you feel about me, but you are right, I do want to earn all this,”  He gestured around them, before his arms encircled her, his hands sliding over her back as he kissed her again.  One of his hands moved to slide along that bared thigh again, higher and higher, until he could pull her closer still.  The kiss broke after a long while, and Perry brushed his lips against the line of Isbeil’s jaw, the soft caress moving to her throat, as his free hand slid into her fiery hair.

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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #8 on: Jun 03, 19, 01:41:20 PM »
“There’s not a thing wrong with not bein’ high class. I adore ye just the way ye are, especially like this.” She grinned behind his ear, tilting her head to one side, her lips parted with a little gasp as she granted him greater access to that deliciously sensitive spot he was so intent on kissing.  Tickled, she tilted her head back toward him,  walking her fingers up his shoulders with tiny steps until they draped over his shoulders. “I don’t think anyone can assume much about ye. I’m constantly surprised, and I’m yer Queen. There are things I should know, and yet ye keep me on my toes. “ Or on her back, or on her stomach,  she wasn’t about to complain.

Perry made her feel as though she were the most attractive woman in the world. That in itself was a gift, especially since Isbeil did not lack confidence in nearly any regard. To even consider that he could be judged as lesser because of where he was from, his mixed heritage or even his upbringing could make her blood boil.  All of him, everything that made him what he was, every facet that encompassed this male was hers and she would have considered it a personal slight if anyone were to judge him.  She smiled, chuckling at the sudden idea of Jack taking to the skies. She’d never seen him be afraid of much except when it came to Odelle. When it came to her he was a bundle of loving nerves. However, Perry had a point. She wouldn’t have considered herself as being fearful either but the first time he picked her up and shot into the skies she had nearly clenched up in horror. It was still startling, and she would never get used to not having the ground beneath her feet, but she grew fond of their adventures, if only because he loved it so much. The view of her lands from above was as breathtaking as the man who changed her perspective.   “Good, I’m not above jealousy. As far as Jack, I think he will shite himself the first time around and that’s not an insult toward me cousin, however that could loosen up some of his stuffin’. “

His fingers pressed against the swell of her thigh, disregarding the dress slit entirely. He gripped her flesh and raked his hand down to the knee. Her breath hitched against the kiss. Her arms loosened about his shoulders, drawing him closer so her elbows could bend and her nails could caress the sensitive inner corner of his wing joints. She’d only recently learned what effect that could have on an Eyrien male.

He cupped her cheek and her smile broadened when he made assumptions in regard to her feelings. He was probably right, but it still made her curious. “Ye’ve earned everything ye have, every second here. None of it was just handed to ye.” Gale wouldn’t have allowed it, but more so, it was Perry who was determined to be set to work. “Don’t think I don’t notice how ye spend so much time in the kitchens, how the staff regards ye, how they’ve grown comfortable. Its because ye participate, I’ve watched ye lend a hand here and there and earn their trust. “  he kissed her, long and deep, his hands slipped into her hair, tilting her head back and forcing her back to arch elegantly.  Strong hands slid past her thigh and onto her lips, pilling her to the very edge of the desk. That same leg hooked to his side smoothly, fingers pressing into his wing grooves as they flared.  Heatedly she parted the kiss, pressing her brow to his. “An, how exactly do ye know how I feel about yeh?” She grinned playfully, hungrily, her eyes nearly closed. “I haven’t yet shown ye.”

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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #9 on: Sep 18, 19, 03:00:28 PM »
Peregrine smiled against her skin, she didn’t have to see it to know it was happening.  ”No, you’re right.”  He replied softly now, ”There’s nothin’ wrong with bein’ high class either, so long as you’re not bein’ a giant arse about it.  It was, however, a room full of privileged folk.  No one looked as uncomfortable as I was thinkin’ I’d feel.”  He kissed her skin, and teased the spot with his teeth, working his way back along the line of her jaw.  ”I’ve got no secrets from you, Isbeil.  They belong to you along with the rest of me.”  He laughed warmly just before he kissed her, ”I am glad there’s a few surprises still, just enough to keep things interesting, wouldn’t you say?”

If anyone felt fortunate, it was Peregrine.  Isbeil had changed his life.  One moment he was a bruiser, and the next he was a member of a Court, and being trusted to handle the duties of his office.  He had been prepared, at least from a certain point of view, thanks to Scratch.  He could not have understood, nor would he have even believed, how Bonding a Queen would change things.  Nor could he have expected to fall so thoroughly for one.  It had taken a bit of reflection, because the Bond was a broad and deep and magical thing, but while he had verified, he had trusted his feelings, his initial urges and instincts with regard to the woman inh is arms.  ”I wouldn’t want to make you jealous.”  He murmured, holding her close, running his fingers through her hair and he looked her in her beautiful eyes, their noses all but touching.  ”I definitely can’t take him up.  These suits you make me wear are pricey, can’t have ‘em gettin’ shite all over ‘em.”  He laughed after his said, his wings spreading slightly and quivering with mirth.

Peregrine was closer still, his hands inching up the dress, taking advantage of they way it was cut.  He felt her breath hitch, felt her embrace loosen, and then she did something unexpected.  She found a certain spot on his wing, where the join was near to his back.  He groaned softly, breaking his most recent kiss to rest his forehead against hers.  ’Oh, oh.  How’d you learn how to do that?”  His question was barely a whisper.  He smiled at her reassurances, though he was thoroughly distracted by what her fingers were doing as they caressed that spot.  ”Then I’m glad for the chance I had to earn my place.”  When she mentioned the kitches, Perry just shrugged very slightly, ”They’re workin’ people.  I understand workin’ people and the obstacles they can run into.  It’s notthing, really.”  People had their pride, and he wanted his working friends to keep theirs.

It was very easy to lose track of the conversation now.  He kised her again, and pressed close to her, lifting her chin so he could deepen the kiss all the more.  Her leg encircled him, and her fingers moved over that one spot and another, and despite himself, his hips rolled slightly against hers.  ”I’ve got good instincts, but by all means...show me.”  He whispered that last, and kissed her again, his hands sliding over her soft skin, the dress inching up still more.


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Re: Because you asked...
« Reply #10 on: Oct 07, 19, 11:05:44 AM »
Isbeil grinned against his skin in unison. Sometimes, she just enjoyed hearing him talk, it was especially welcome when he was touching her at the same time. The most endearing part about it was how every once in a while his inflection shifted subtly to mimic her thick accent. This wasn’t a phenomenon unique only to him, Gale, sometimes even her cousin’s speech patterns would shift mid-sentence. More than once Gale caught himself saying “aye” or “arse” and blinked as though it was unnatural when really it was only his mind’s way of seeking greater communication with her.

Isbeil’s chin lifted, stretching to give him a longer path for his delightful kisses. Her body pressed closer in response, back arching gently so she curved against the tops of her thighs. “There is never a dull moment with ye Perry.” She smiled as he kissed her and drew in a deep breath, filling herself with the scent of him.  She had meant what she said too. Perry added an extra layer of understated chaos to the house. If she liked being mischievous on her own, it was even better with a partner. Gale was trying his best to curb Peregrine’s impulses but a part of her was glad that he retained his own quirks.  He was young and inexperienced in court, but he caught on quick while establishing himself in the situation. He did not tolerate much foolery where she was concerned and she found his instincts to be spot on.

She wondered what those instincts were telling him now.

“Tssssh” she almost snorted, his eyes so close, his lips so moist and warm. Her cousin dropping a load in his knackers during an aerial tour was a haunting image that she had little space for at the moment. Still, she could feel him quiver, the strength of his wings slightest movements reverberating through his body. She laughed again, pressing her brow to the edge of his chin, mirth rolling off her shoulders, even as her hand rose to anchor gently around the nape of his neck. “I’m almost tempted to allow it now. He could use a relief, might help him relax now.”  Lifting her eyes back to him she smiled, and sighed, biting the plump swell of her lip.

His idle touch herded her thoughts back to the present. Long, graceful fingers slipped within the slit of her dress and danced along her calf, knee and thigh. Higher still and she found it difficult to concentrate, but not impossible. Doing some exploration of her own her lips pursed innocently, her blue eyes widening as if to say she had no idea what he was speaking about.
“Ye arnt the only one who pays attention.” With only the slightest pressure her fingertips curled inward, raking up between his wing joints. "I know people who know things and this one was mentioned." she grinned. His breath caught and his scent grew musky and rich, like smoky caramel. She smiled and kissed him, lifting her chin as he pressed closer between her legs. He tasted just as good. For a second she wasn’t sure what he was asking. The conversation shifted, and she had teased, but that kiss had sent her thoughts spiraling.  Isbeil wondered what his instincts told him about her, she was his Queen, he could feel her clearly in the bond. He knew the scent of her anger as clearly as that of her arousal, but could he know how deep her feelings ran? Could she even know?

The invitation to show him was met with yet another smile, her mouth seizing his, she slipped her hands beneath his button-up shirt and slipped her arms around him. His skin was so warm, so inviting.  One couldn’t simply lift the shirt off him not with his wings, and she had no intent on complicating the night. Undoing the buttons on the back her hands slid back along his ribs and just beneath the inner crook of his wings. It was a sensitive spot, but one she would explore with her fingertips and maybe even her lips of he allowed. “I can do tha’."  Vanishing his shirt she allowed one hand to released the spot beneath his right wing and cupped his chin, pulling him in for a deeper, far more eager kiss. If he wanted proof of her desire, then he would get it.

 

 

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