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Re: [M] Curse me with your love

op do nov 23, 2017 5:21 pm



















Was it jealousy that she looked at him that way? Could be? Probably not. But it was more and more confirmed once she started talking about women. And he had his answer ready: I seem to get along with many women he hissed. As he moved forward a bit once he saw her move up and move towards him. Letting his gold eyes rest on her feminine curves again. He loved women, it didn’t matter what kind of status they had. When their face was pretty and their body was good. Everything was fine to him.  You see, I am a free man. I have no boundaries, no duties to return to. He raises his brow and shrugs, his jaws strongly pressed upon each other. It was a very nonchalant statement. Very nonchalant. Because obviously he was bounded to that woman in front of him right now. And it was already suffocating him.

The feeling of her fingers sliding throught his brown locks gave him shivers. But as the tension grew stronger he could feel her hand closing in and pulling her on his hair. "As my fiancee I have to warn you though. Try something in my room again without my permission and your head will be the only thing to return to your Interceptor." She could not be serious could she? Maybe it was because of her title that everything was so much lower than her. But Rhys would never let himself run over by a girl. She was not even a woman yet. And all her warnings and threats did not matter to him. Once she stepped further he pushed the bottle up and closed his lips around it. Letting the warm brewery rest in his mouth but as he heard Robin talking again he swallowed it down.

To be honest, he did not care about the life of a princess right now. All he would care about was his own and his own plans to escape this rotten city. Robin would definitely help him with that once he had twisted her around his finger. But for now.. she did not need to know about that. So he kept his mouth shut about it instead.

Curious he began a bit dull. As he heard her sigh and smile disappear. Rhys placed the bottle in front of him and watched the liquid ‘dance’ against the glass. Are you such a bad child that your parents don’t want to give you any duties or are you just lazy? he groaned almost laughing about his own words. He and his brother always where close to eachother. Both a free minded and free spirited soul. But still so different. Trystane was always the one with the master plans, and the well executed plans. The strategies and statements. While Rhys was always outgoing, adventurous and well skilled with his swords. But their parents had always treated them as equals. Even though Rhys had stepped back from his title as duke and handed it over to his brother. There where no hard feelings. Never.

Rhys leaned his arm against the wood of the chair again. Playing a bit with the fabric that was wrapped around it. What my plans are? he thought about it. But as he felt the presence of a body next to him again he looked up. Before he even realized she had placed her hand on the back of his neck. She’s suddenly so close, and he wants to back away, but he can’t. His limbs won’t move, and he’s caught right there before her. With her pink eyes that seemed to look straight through his soul. Slowly closing his eyes as she scratched her fingers over the skin on his neck. But opening them again as he took another sip of the whiskey. It seemed so simple to her yet a lot more confronting to him. Where would he even start? This was not ‘his’ home nor it felt like one. What to do he mumbled hollow turning his gaze up towards the ceiling wondering what this all would bring him. A moment of silence went by as he turned his gaze down and pushed himself up from the chair. I think I’ll get myself drunk at first and then sleep for a whole day. a sleek grin placed around his lips. After all, what can I do in a city full of sand and dust? Besides irritating the shit out off you. he smirked

what a wicked game we play






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while ocean currents rage as the full moon rises o're the sea
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Re: [M] Curse me with your love

op do nov 23, 2017 8:17 pm

she got those warrior goddess
gypsy soul magical witch bitch type of vibes


Her vibrant eyes focussed themselves on the man in front of her. She wasn't sure why she felt the things she did for him. It confused and annoyed her at the same time. Wanting to be with him. Mend together and never let go. On the other side she wanted to end him. Free herself from the strings she felt around her throat, being pulled tighter with every passing second.

Narrowing her eyes she stared at him, not reacting to his hissing taunt. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing the jealousy or pain in her eyes. No, she was so much stronger than wanting to show him such things.

He asked her why she wasn't given any duties and a laugh crossed her lips. He had seen the main reason why. So the question seemed too stupid to react to. But she nevertheless sighed and watched him with darkened eyes. "I am not so reliable. Dissapearing for months at a time to spend on a strangers ship." She chuckled softly watching him. "Starting the weirdest relationships with overgrown sailor boys. Rhys." She tasted his name on her lips. Soft as butter but venomous as a snake. Ever since that night a lot had changed. It would have been better in many ways if he had thrown her for the sharks, not that that would've killed her. But it would've stopped this string of unfortunate events to happen.

But he hadn't trusted his gut, he hadn't given her to the sea as he had wished to do. And so they ended here. In her bedroom, both prisoners of fate. A fate that seemed to desperatly want them together, not caring about what it did to the both of them.

Letting a sigh leave her lips she placed herself on her bed, creating a slightly bigger distance between herself and Rhys. She turned herself towards the black cat that stretched herself out royally and purred as soon as Robin let her tender hand glide through the fur. A small smile appeared on her pinkish lips as she curled her fingers under the chin of the feline and rubbed her finghertips over the darkened skin.

It had never been a suprise to her, commoners seeing her as a witch. She had her ways with words and often the small cat followed her wherever she went. Making the whole stereotype even more obvious. Yet she could not claim to be a witch. She had magic, but that was not quite uncommon in their world. Especially not as she was a kings daughter.

Water behaved to her dances. Flowing around her command. It was a simple power, not at all as grand as her mothers way to imprisson the fiercest of animal's minds. Or other displays of power she had seen. But it gave her a sence of confidence. Water was all around them. And in any given circumstance she could use and abuse it to her own will. Making her indistructible on many occassions.

But she could also blame her control over water for her longing to the sea. Wanting to be as free as the oceans itself. She claimed herself a hurricane, moving over land like a destructable force. But the further in land the weaker she got. And in the middle of a godforsaken desert she felt like a single raindrop. Trying desperate to not evaporate under the glaring heat of the sun.

"You can try very hard to irritate me Rhys. But I am used to years and years of annoying people. I got quite a thick skin. You'll find very little to get me with." She retorted his remark staring at him. Living at court had given her a better armor than any steel could do. Her skin was titanium. Her mind an diamond chest. It had only appeared that her heart wasn't as closed off as she had imagined it. He had broken in easily and without a single error. Breaking her body from the inside out without her wish. Creating more and more uncertainty than she had ever imagined.

In that, she hated him. But she also dearly wanted him to break her down more in order to rebuilt her the way he saw fit. Changing her from Robin the princess to a whole new Robin. He had the power to do so. If only he'd find out. And when he did. It would be the death of her..




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Re: [M] Curse me with your love

op do nov 23, 2017 10:50 pm



















Rhys pulled up a brow as he heard her speak about her behaving. Nothing wrong with a free spirited mind hmm.. he threw his gaze towards her again as he leaned back on the tablet. Crossing his arms. Despite, you cannot deny that you did not enjoy our time on the ship. No one had ever hold him down with the things he wanted. But she was something else. She was a princess and had to behave like one. Bounded by rules to stay inside of the castle.

He silently watches as she goes towards the bed again. And looking everywhere but into his eyes all of sudden as she caressed the pelt of the feline. It’s like some silent battle has begun within her and he wonders if it has anything to do with her behaviour or maybe her past. She was not a person that would easily let her guard down. At least it seemed to him that way. But behind that titanium door of her was also a part that saddened him. A very fragile girl that hides behind her rough words. She was like a snake that changed her skin from time to time. A beautiful but deadly viper. And again, it happened that she had to defend herself again.  "You can try very hard to irritate me Rhys. But I am used to years and years of annoying people. I got quite a thick skin. You'll find very little to get me with." these are not the same pink eyes from moments before - these burn and smolder at him now, full of suggestions and...and somehow pleading with him for something unspoken. she wants him, and he is so fully aware of it that his smile fades in response as his eyes glaze, an instinct something he can not control.

Lucky for you then, princess he licked his lips and placed the bottle on the table and made his way towards Robin slowly, but curious and still assured  he placed himself next to her on the bed. Luckily for you that you do not get jealous when I do other ’things’ with the maids. he smirked. Placing his hand on her upper leg he could feel the warmth of her skin run through the fabric into his hand. He bites his lip as he stares at her with hunger, almost equal to her own and he is unsure if he seems desperate but she knows he feels like it. He knows what she wants and he can't deny it has been on his mind as well. With his hand still placed on the upper part of her leg he naturally lifts his hand to cup her delicate chin and pull her the rest of the way to his lips, finding her own and softly pressing his upon them. And moving towards her a bit. He closes his gold eyes. She is the siren and he can't resist the call. she is soft and smooth and feels like liquid in his hands, as if one wrong move might make her drown out of them and melt away. He has a delicate hold though, as if sheltering her and yet promising not to cling too tightly. The choice is always there and she could pull away if she wanted. But he knew she would not do it. He parts his lips and kisses her harder, just a taste for what more he could do if she only encouraged him to. there's an euphoric feeling within him as his body awakens onto her. After a short moment he stops his movements and opens his eyes creating a small yet close distance to her. How’s this then? He softly spoke as he moved back a bit so he could take a look her into her eyes.

what a wicked game we play






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Re: [M] Curse me with your love

op ma nov 27, 2017 10:13 am

she got those warrior goddess
gypsy soul magical witch bitch type of vibes



Sitting on the large comfortable bed she couldn’t help but wonder wether her life was always ment to be this way. She lived in riches, showered with gold and jewelry. ‘Loved’ by all. Yet in this palace she felt more alone than on her own out on the raging sea. She hated her life here but could not explain it to her parents. They did not see not understand why she felt the way she did.

The only one who perhaps saw her true feelings was the man in front of her. The sailor that turned her head upside down. Every breath he took, every glance he stole at her made her heart twist up with desire to be with and around him. Swallowing hard she looked down. Her cat curled around her hand, purring as it was given attention making a small smile cross her lips. ”Perhaps that is true yes.” She sighed looking up at his haunting golden eyes once more while her smile crossed her lips again. This time not reaching her eyes. ”But I never denied that did I?”

Pink eyes gazed up at his again, pulling up her eyebrow as he moved closer towards her. Automaticly she held her breath, not sure if she wanted him suddenly that close to her again. But did not stop him from taking a seat next to her. Turning to look at him she studied his face. It was obvious that he had a rough life out on the sea. His skin seemed hardened and his eyes had a certain.. icy coldness that she couldn’t explain. She wanted to warm him up. Wanted him to trust her with his soul. But there was a wall inbetween them, built up so high that they would never be able to break through it.

His words made her freeze in place. A hurt grin on her lips as she stared up at him. ”You think I am not jealous?” She asked soft and let her laugh leave her lips as she shook her head not wanting to go into his words any further. In reality she was seething with anger at the thought that he could so easily take a maid while he did not even want to look at her without the anger and ice in his eyes. How much did she need to do to show him her feelings. Her wishes except for falling on her knees to beg for it. And even begging did not do the trick she had tried that before.

And then.. the unexpected happened. He made the first move. Placing his lips on hers, her eyes shot wide open. Staring at his face from so close she could make out every line, every feature and made a mental map of his face as she deepened the kiss. Curling her hand through his darkened hair she spread her lips meeting his tongue with hers. Twisting and playing around with him, trying to let her feelings shine through hoping he could taste her desire for him on her lips.

When he released her from the grip of hope she had to hold a gasp down staring at him for a few seconds. She hadn’t realised the cat jumping off the bed and neither did his words come through. All she could think of was the seconds that had just passed that had felt like hours ticking by. Opening her mouth to speak up again she couldn’t find the words to explain how much she needed him to continue with his assault on her lips. So instead she moved forward to him, placing herself somewhat over him as she pushed her lips once more on his while moving him backwards to fall into her bed. Wanting to feel the heat that ran through her body for longer. Needing him to share the burning desire that had been overtaking her for the past weeks. Ever since she had met this man there had been nothing but want for this very moment. For the second their bodies would crash together.

In this moment every thought of her being a precious princess. Of her being a beacon of light and hope in her city dissapeared. She was nothing, could be nothing but just a girl. Desperatly in love with this foolish sailor who had trapped himself in the spiderweb of her selfish dreams.




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Re: [M] Curse me with your love

op do dec 07, 2017 8:15 pm


















”You think I am not jealous?” He hears her say, her voice wavering and a laugh leaving her lips. He blinks, stonily at her words, wondering at how women always seemed to act one way but want something else. He can not help but note the insulted tone she used, sending sparks to his own mind once more. Women. Pretty women. “Pretty Pretty women, Fascinating. Sipping coffee, Dancing. Pretty women, Are a wonder.” So she possessed a sense of humor along with her charming looks yet irritating words. it delighted him in a noticeable way, causing his gold eyes to light up as a slightly quirky smile overtook his features.  Life would be so much easier when understanding the maze mind of a woman. Or her heart.
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Rhys licks his lips from the moment he made some distance between them. His breath slowly growing heavier and deeper. He opens his eyes and sees her again. His golden gaze slowly moving over her face. Trying to read every wrinkle and unevenness in her face. Reaching for her reaction which she obviously could not speak right now. His head was a messy whirl of rationality and lust that he is fighting to get past. He does want her, he knew that all along when he saw her on the ship the first day they met. That moment he did not want her in any rational way or anything that made common sense. He wanted her for one thing, for the same things he had another woman every night; a whore, a maid, a lady. It did not matter to him the other day. But this time, it al felt different. Rhys was no longer this simple privateers guy who could go raiding whenever he wanted. His life had taken a sudden turn into some solid golden chains that where tight up around his neck, and the hold around his neck grew tighter with every mistake he made.

He gasped. his gold eyes ablaze with fire as he lifted up his hand and let it slide over the soft fabric on her shoulder. As she opened her mouth again he tilted his head a bit. Waiting for her to speak up to him. But instead of reaching for words the princess in front of him moved herself forward placing her body over him as she pushed her fiery and soft lips on his again. In an instant he closed his eyes and let it al happen. She moved him back onto the bed and he could feel himself fall backwards. As his back reached for the soft blankets on the bed he breathed out gasping for air.

what a wicked game we play






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while ocean currents rage as the full moon rises o're the sea
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Re: [M] Curse me with your love

op do dec 14, 2017 10:29 pm

she got those warrior goddess
gypsy soul magical witch bitch type of vibes



He set her on fire. Even without knowing it, perhaps without wanting it he made her entire system glow up with need to be close to him. She absolutely wanted to kill him. Destroy him and bury his memories for that.

Every drop of blood inside her from both her mothers side and fathers side fought with her mind and heart. Reaching through her body, gripping on her muscles as she kept moving herself through the motions.

Her entire life she had been shown that she was above anyone, anything. Beyond human and beyond creature. The brave Laendaerys family showing her power strong enough to bring dragons down while the Akesh blood through her veins brought dangerous needs and wishes for more. She always wanted more. More power, more control, more lust even. More need for this man who controlled her body and soul.

Without his knowing he was taming one of the most dangerous and greedy creatures that was walking this earth.

Pushing her lips harder on his she ripped at his clothes. Pushing her nails through the fabric wanting to feel his skin underneath breaking under her fingers.

Kissing down his down his neck she let her tongue taste the salty sweat on his skin making a shiver run down her spine as she moved her head up to stare at him. Her deep eyes hungry.

"I want you."




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Re: [M] Curse me with your love

op wo dec 20, 2017 7:54 pm


















Without a doubt he was more away from this world then he wanted right now. All he wanted was to crave for, her love. And yet, everything would be so much more difficult after this night. This goes beyond every one night stand, even whore and every maiden. Those girls never tricked his mind. Placed a spell upon him until he could not think anymore.

His head felt heavy and his eyelids weak. Alcohol was finally kicking in as the air was pushed out of his lungs and he gasped for air. His head felt dizzy and a warm and fuzzy feeling overtook his body. Rhys pulled his right hand up and placed it at the nape of her neck twisting his fingers into her dark hair making sure she would be as close to him as possible. As he pulled her forward a bit. His other hand went down towards her back grabbing the soft fabric of her dress and pulled it up.

She's pressing her lips into his again and she tastes like the whiskey she just drank. He wonders if she's always like this, so determined to get what she wants and to enjoy it at the same time. At least he was hoping she would enjoy it. It must be wonderful to live with that kind of intensity, to set your eyes upon a prize and to go out and take it. He could not bother to be the prize tonight. Again he feels her warm hands upon him, the same way his are upon her. They leave trails of longing in their wake, up and down his spine the tingles of desire spread. He longs to feel her nails digging in, would wear the scratch marks like badges of honor the next day if she did. The pressure of her hands upon his clothes finally gets to him and he can think no more.

As she started kissing him down his neck Rhys closes his eyes for a moment. But before he could really enjoy it she moved herself up and as she started moving his golden eyes opened again. It was till then that she was looking a him again and with a slight smirk on his face he let his free hand slide over the side over her face into her Raven hair. She certainly knew how to kiss a man, that was clear.

After a moment Rhys pushed himself slightly forward leaning on his elbow  biting her lip tenderly before turning her face a bit up giving all attention to her neck. He carefully placed his lips on every free spot he saw and grins into her flesh, taking a wicked pleasure in teasing her like that.

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Re: [M] Curse me with your love

op zo jan 07, 2018 8:54 pm

she got those warrior goddess
gypsy soul magical witch bitch type of vibes



This night would be the last of her life which would be spend as a free minded woman. By his touches and kisses she knew for sure that she would melt away into a whole new person. Changing once again, this time to fit in completely with his wishes and desires.

Never before had she felt this burning insecurity as he touched her all over. Tracing her skin under his fingertips and leaving burning marks behind as his fingers left those spots.

If she had been more thoughtfull she would've tied him up for herself to use weeks ago. The mere thought of his lips touching another womans body angered her more than it should. Anger which she showed in her fiery kisses tracing his skin with her teeth as her nails dug into his back. Wanting more of him. Needing to erase his memories of all the others. It was only her that was with him now. Only her whispers. Only her embraces.

He should have run as far away as he could long ago. Before she could've drawn him into her web of lust and need. But now he was tied in completely taken over by her. And that was all she had wanted.

Smirking she let her hand run down over his back, turning at his side to slip towards his lower abdomen and then even lower. Letting her fingers stroke over his skin while staring up at him, her lowerlip crushing between her teeth. The silent command obvious enough in her movements.

The entire idea of being a princess. Having to be calm and well spoken dissapeared from her entire system. There was nothing left of her lessons or time spend perfecting her speech. A low almost primal growl left her lips as his lips traced her skin. "Rhys." She managed to speak in a low groanlike voice while a smirk turned on her lips. "I want to hear you moan my name you understand." She grinned biting his neck not too hard but hard enough to leave a bruise licking the sensetive skin under her lips.




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Re: [M] Curse me with your love

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Mornings were hard for him, always had been. Facing a new day full of new things to have to sort out and new demons to face that hadn't been quelled during the shadowy night were intimidating. On a usual morning he would have been woken early in the morning. When the sun wasn't even on it's lowest point yet. He would have looked at the other side of the bed to see who or what was sleeping next to him and wondered what have happened that night and if he would redo it. He would see the clothing spread over the entire room, bottles of empty alcohol in the corner. And he would have had problems with a heavy headache.

But this morning was different; he slept and slept like a rock, sprawled out on his stomach with the sheets leaving his backside bare to the morning light. His hair was a mess, his mind was restless and he slowly opened his eyes to let them adapt to the light of the morning. He was still for a few moments as his mind caught up with his body, flashing memories of the night before pleasantly in and out of focus. He was laying in a goddess her bed which had given him some fiery kisses and had stolen him from his breath many times. This night has been different than the nights before. But still. The chains around his hands where tightened even more.

Rhys opened his gold eyes now fully and watched the clothing and empty bottles spread over a part of the room. Her dress was placed as an empty shell over the floor and as he looked up he let his free hand glide trough his dark hair and he rubbed his eyes and face. That's when he felt a small stinging pain in his neck, he pressed the skin and a slight grin appeared on his face. Great, now he had to cover that up or something. Oh well, he would deal with it anyway. With his head still placed on the pillow he tries to get his thoughts together and get some more sleep. But after a short period of time his head felt as if it was going to burst and he stood up from the bed. Making sure the lady next to him wouldn't awake he threw his shirt and his pants on and threw some water in his face. Grabbing his jacket from the ground he pointed his eyes on her for another moment.

Yesterday he had seen a woman full of passion and desire. Alcohol also played it's part that night. But right now she was laying there as a small and fragile girl. The silk sheets still draped over her naked skin. The corner of his mouth curled up a bit as he looked at her. But without doubting again he decided to leave the room. He needed some air.

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Re: [M] Curse me with your love

op ma jan 15, 2018 9:52 pm



The whole night had been more of a dream than she had ever expected it to be. Robin was always one to pride herself with some sensebility. Ignoring everyone's pretty dreams and hopes for the future. She knew how her own world would form before her and didn't often twist from the path.

But this man. This beast in human form. This monster with a voice like honey and eyes like molten gold had taken over her body mind and soul. And she had let him, willingly even. Allowing him to touch her on places she had never dreamt of being touched. Let him control her for the night, trowing away her status, pride and even her future perhaps.

It all did not matter anymore. All that mattered had been their bodies clashing together. Moving in harmony as they spend the night in eachothers arms.

Now she was laying on her belly. The light covers gently draped over her back  covering just enough or perhaps not enough at all. Her hair was slightly messy from the tugging and rolling around of the night before. But nothing she wouldn't be able to handle in the morning.

All in all, she couldn't be more content over the entire ordeal.

This however changed when she instinctivly felt the body by her side move away. While still in a half state between awake and asleep she tried to grab towards the moving figure but did not feel enough power to really stretch out and pull him back. So instead she opened her eyes ever so slight only to close them immediatly again as she was greeted by a bright room.

After blinking a few times she focussed once more on the figure that was now walking away from her and left the room after one last glance over her naked body. It was nothing less than a small stab in her heart wondering if he left out of fear or some other motive. But the slight anxiety of him completely leaving rose through her system. Making her more willing to get up.

So she did and pulled a quick morning dress on, not bothering with putting on any undergarments and followed the sailor in silence. Pulling her hair up in a high ponytail as she stepped through the door looking around as to where he might have run off to.

As she spotted the last flash of his back she quickly, but ever as gracefully as she could be in public, after him. Holding her eyes tight on his back and making sure to make as little sound as possible. She was not only obsessed with this man. But she had rather not that he'd immediatly jump in some maids bed right after they had finally spend a night like this. Did he feel nothing about it? Or was she really just as simple of a slut for him. Like any other girl easily taken and forgotten.

If he thought that way than she felt sorry for him. He would find a hell of a hurricane raging inside of her if he would betray her like that.

She was not one to easily give herself over to someone like she had done last night. And she would be the one deciding what he would do with that, and thus with his life after that. Wether he wanted to or not.

So no. She wasn't following him because she wanted to follow her heart. Absolutely not. That would be a disgrace, atleast thats what she told herself. No she was following him to make sure he would understand his position now. And if she had made it all clear enough since last night. Perhaps he needed something more to clear up his mind. She'd be more than happy to show him.

She's like an earthquake in human form
breaking apart everything in her way





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