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Monthly Archives: October 2012
Lady Archer | @the-warrior-king
“What lead?” Summer asked. “What /lead/, my lord? Am I not already there? What then will you have me do? I cannot leave your city, my lord, for that there is no one to escort me. I cannot stay, seeing you every day.” She pulled away, rising and taking a few strides along the shore. “If there is no hope — and you say there can be none, which I must believe — then I would you did not know. ‘Twould be simpler.”
Whirling, she looked at Henry. “Am I to have no choice at all?”
He looked at her.
“I mean that I would lead you to something that I know not what it is.” he said to her, “To have you grow such emotions for me, when I… I do not know my own yet, I do not recognise them. Perhaps it is best that we leave such things alone, for I do not seek to break your heart…”
And he sighed.
“Though I fear I already have.”
“Perhaps you should have thought of that before you treated me with such kindness. Certainly before you kissed me. Why, then? I will know why.” In her anger and frustration, tears spilled down her cheeks. “My lord, I asked not even a chance, and yet you offered one, and now take it away.”
Buying the rest of my Black Widow cosplay, then home for roleplay.
Yay! Fire Mountain Beads has the mats I need to do proper wristlets and belt buckle. Not in time for Halloween, obviously, but in time for any other con or anything.
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Trick. Is that even a question for the God of Mischief?! Of course trick!
*drops an egg on his doorstep and runs off*
PSA:
- Characters can have “traditionally feminine traits” without being a Mary Sue.
- Characters can have dark pasts without being a Mary Sue.
- Characters can be genuinly nice, compassionate people without being a Mary Sue.
- Characters can be powerful without being a Mary Sue.
- Characters can be talented without being a Mary Sue.
Send me a star ( * ) and I’ll fill this out.
What are you to me (check all that apply)?
[] A stranger.
[] A friend.
[] A best friend.
[] A crush.
[] A girlfriend/boyfriend.
[] A fiance/fiancee.
[] A husband/wife.
[] A family member.I think you are (check all that apply):
[] Annoying.
[] Kind.
[] Rude.
[] Generous.
[] Selfish.
[] Frugal.
[] Fickle.
[] Funny.
[] Polite.
[] Daring.
[] Cowardly.
[] Sweet.
[] Attractive.
[] Ugly.
[] Messy.
[] Neat.
[] Cool.
[] Dorky.
[] Smart.
[] Stupid.
[] Immature.
[] Mature.
[] Weird.If you were caught in an explosion, I would (check all that apply):
[] Get you to a hospital.
[] Check to see how badly you were hurt.
[] Tell you things that I was unable to before.
[] Panic.
[] Cry.
[] Let you be.If I saw you right now, I would (check all that apply):
[] Hug you.
[] Smile.
[] Be happy.
[] Kiss you.
[] Tackle-hug you.
[] Talk to you.
[] Slap you.
[] Yell at you.
[] Be secretly loathsome of your presence.
[] Do nothing.What are my feelings towards you? (check all that apply)
[] I like you.
[] I love you.
[] I’m IN love with you.
[] I enjoy your company.
[] I wish we talked more.
[] I want to see you.
[] I miss you.
[] I hate you.
[] I wish I’d never met you.
[] I enjoy seeing you suffer.
[] Who are you?If you died, I would (check all that apply):
[] Not care.
[] Be sad.
[] Cry.
[] Never recover.
[] Die of heartbreak.
The Three Fountains
“My lord,” Summer gasped, drowning in his kisses, “Humphrey, stop, please stop.” She couldn’t stop herself kissing him back, pressing close to him, body yearning into his arms. “Humphrey, slow down.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want him, in the least, but being ravished up against a wall with haste was not her idea of a good time. She wanted the luxury of exploration, to tease and play and experiment.
“Slow down, as stop and wait for you?” he asked, looking at her. “If you wish me to I would, tho I tell you it would be hard… but I would try my best.” He kissed her again, deeply, “or do you mean to take this to a more convenient place?” he murmured. “That is certainly much easier to arrange.” He kissed her, pulling her close once more, holding her tightly pressed against his body. “Anything you want, my love.”
She pulled away from his insistent kisses. “I wish to take my time with you, my lord. Not in haste, but in leisure.” Stretching up to his ear, she murmured, “This is my demand for your long absence. I’ll not be taken like the wenches you tumble in alehouse and hayloft, but as the lady you treasure.” Summer slipped out of his arms deftly, leaving only her fingertips in his. “Do those pretty words mean anything, my lord? I’ll have you prove it so.” Very deliberately, she lowered her eyelashes, looking up at him through them. “Come, are there yet no pillows we might lie on, since you have returned?”
“Oh love, believe me I want to take my sweet time with you as well…” He pulled her close once more, raising her chin with his hand to face him. “I do not take wenches in alehouses pushed against the wall, and I took no one since I met you. I want no other but you.” He placed a light kiss on her lips. “Come, darling Summer.” He held her hand firmly. Leaving the room, the squire still stood there, waiting. “Tell the sirs not to wait for us, we shall catch up if we wish to,” he told him and the squire was gone. He said nothing to her all the way up the stairs but held her hand firm, walking down the corridor as he led her into his chamber.
He opened the door and let her in, closing the door behind them. The house was empty and silent, the loud riders making their way out on the other side. They were in what appeared to be a sitting room, with benches, table and pillows on the floor by the window to lay on, bookshelves and even a harp though Humphrey regarded himself rubbish at playing it and thus never did. The walls were covered by silk tapestries and the windows adorned with rich velvet curtains, as they offered the view of the river. One of the walls had a large two sided door now open to his bedchamber, his bed all made and covered with blankets and pillows. “As you see, pillows I have plenty,” he whispered in her ear, as he placed arms around her waist and pulled her close to himself from behind while she stood looking around. “I have none to share them with unless you share them with me, for I will not share with any other.”
“Mmm, I like this much better indeed.” Summer leaned back into his hold, into the warmth of his body. “It must be so hard for you, to wait for a lady to succumb to the persuasion of your mouth and tongue. Denying yourself even the slightest pleasure but holding out only for her … ” She laughed, low in her throat, and linked her fingers in with his hands around her body, drawing them upward over her stomach and to her breasts.
“What wilt thee, now that my wish is so near to fulfilled, love? Shalt kiss me breathless til I swoon, as did downstairs? Shalt give thyself over to my hands for pleasure?” A half-turn of hips let her reach up to draw light fingertips down his throat, a sly smile curving her lips. “Sweet lord, if thou sought a maid, thine arrow has missed the mark.”
The Three Fountains
“Perhaps then you would do well to let me speak, my lord?” Summer teased. She caught his hand, pressing a kiss into his palm. “I spent my days mostly reading, though my brother coaxed me out to practise archery while the weather was fine. Your books were so welcome, for I feared I’d go mad thinking of you.” She looked up at him, biting her lip.
“I feared my memories deceived me,” she whispered. “How could a man like you see so much in me? You, my lord, are brother to the King. Your words fall sweet on my ears now.”
“My lord,” Summer gasped, drowning in his kisses, “Humphrey, stop, please stop.” She couldn’t stop herself kissing him back, pressing close to him, body yearning into his arms. “Humphrey, slow down.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want him, in the least, but being ravished up against a wall with haste was not her idea of a good time. She wanted the luxury of exploration, to tease and play and experiment.
“Slow down, as stop and wait for you?” he asked, looking at her. “If you wish me to I would, tho I tell you it would be hard… but I would try my best.” He kissed her again, deeply, “or do you mean to take this to a more convenient place?” he murmured. “That is certainly much easier to arrange.” He kissed her, pulling her close once more, holding her tightly pressed against his body. “Anything you want, my love.”
She pulled away from his insistent kisses. “I wish to take my time with you, my lord. Not in haste, but in leisure.” Stretching up to his ear, she murmured, “This is my demand for your long absence. I’ll not be taken like the wenches you tumble in alehouse and hayloft, but as the lady you treasure.” Summer slipped out of his arms deftly, leaving only her fingertips in his. “Do those pretty words mean anything, my lord? I’ll have you prove it so.” Very deliberately, she lowered her eyelashes, looking up at him through them. “Come, are there yet no pillows we might lie on, since you have returned?”