Mars
02-14-2014, 02:33 AM
She would speak of the childish wonders that had once roamed her mind, brewing beneath his skin a tickle of pride; even if he had not raised her, his blood had proven to writhe with the strength of leadership. Lips would quiver with pleasure, her nostrils seeking his nape and he would lean to her, mellowed by the trust within her amethyst gaze. ?Then you will prove yourself,? his skull would crane backwards, seeking to press the beating of his jugular light against the leather of her naires; as if daring her, suggesting to her she take his life. But he held faith in her to not do so, and if she chose to embrace his offer as opposed to abuse it, then she would be an ally to him forever. ?You will take the place of Deteste, as Queen of Tortuga. The man grows weary with an illness, and shouldn?t dare to hold his throne for longer than his health will allow,? he would lower his bridge then, having presumed of course, that she did not cleave free his vital vein. Perhaps she had realised he didn?t leave room for her to reject, for heavens forgive if she attempted to deny him what he wanted. |
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