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| Put a Spell On You; Passion. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 10 2010, 01:49 AM (113 Views) | |
| Blind Cosmos | Apr 10 2010, 01:49 AM Post #1 |
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Drake Addison He first spotted her when he’d been taking an unauthorized break. Drake Addison knew all too well that he would pay for the action later, but to see the foreign beauty—it was almost worth it. She was easily the most breathtaking creature he had ever seen in his twenty-four years upon that world. And no amount of punishment would make him regret seeing her. His blue gray eyes watched her from his shadowy hiding spot. The way she moved, twirling in the summer light as her dress and long brunette hair spun around her, made his chest tighten. His heart, which he was sure had never beat before that moment, pounded against his chest almost painfully. His hand clinched tight to his dirt ridden tunic as he tried to tame his wild heart. His mouth and throat seemed to have lost all ability to make saliva leaving them feeling as if he’d never had a drink of water in his life. He licked his lips and swallowed unconsciously trying to bring some of the moister back to no avail. His loins burned with desire as he watched the foreign beauty stride gracefully by his hiding place. I must have her The thought startled him a little, but once he’d dared realize the thought he knew it was true. It fueled him, pushed him forward out of the shadows and towards the woman he knew would be his bride. What chance he really had he wasn’t sure—but his stubbornness wouldn’t allow him to give in. He would make her his, no matter the costs. But first…he needed to talk to her. Find out her name, where she was from, and just who she was. He was sure she was from a high social standing but at that point he didn’t care. It didn’t matter—he would court her and she would love him. He could picture it even then – along with a few other things he would like to do with the woman. He had to clear his head of such thoughts. It’d do no good to have such impure thoughts running through his mind when he spoke to the woman. Biting down on the bottom of full pale lips he approached the woman from the side. Her lovely chocolate cream eyes sparked with her laughter and joy as she spoke to the woman beside her. Had the other woman always been there, beside the beauty? If she had been Drake hadn’t noticed her before that moment. She wasn’t of importance anyway—the only important thing was the beautiful woman that accompanied her showering the world with her bell like laughter. It was easily the most enchanting sound in the world to Drake’s ears. It made him smile, a lips pulling up in an awkward, lopsided smile as he listened and watched her. He was almost upon her when she finally turned her lovely orbs on him, the humor still apparent in the deep browns. Though a spark of curiosity now lingered on the edges as she watched him approach, taking in everything about his appearance. From his long legs, pale eyes and the auburn color mess on top of his head. He nervously combed the mess of hair, trying to make himself look decent—though the mop, like always, did as it wanted to. Shifting uncomfortable from one long leg to another under her watchful glaze Drake felt a sudden heat move over his face. What was she seeing he wondered? The peasant boy who’s soft feathers and pale skin didn’t match the work consent outside he did? The boy who was only just a old enough to be called a man and who was still awkward and a little clumsy from time to time, or was she seeing the hard working man that spent his days out in the harsh sunlight working the beautiful gardens that surrounded her now, framing her beauty and enhancing it? The man that could hold her in his strong arms and make her feel safe? He couldn’t tell—but he honestly hoped it was the latter. Turning her glace she spoke to her friend in a language Drake didn’t understand before both girls burst out in a fit of giggles. Drakes blush deepened as he tried to bring himself back around. He’d come over here for a reason. He’d wanted to talk to this beautiful madden—to find out everything he possible could about her. Taking a deep breath he steadied himself. Talking to her shouldn’t be this hard..but it was. For one, now that she had spoken, he wasn’t even sure she would be able to understand him..and if she couldn’t…then what? It was no time to worry over such things though. The only way Drake would ever find out was to try, and he was dead set on trying—even if it made an idiot out of himself. Clearing his throat he made to ask for her name. “Airi, darling! ~” A male’s voice cut him off before he could utter a word. Stiffening Drakes eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked behind him towards the source of the voice. Anger started to bubble up in his gut as his eyes confirmed the voice to belong to the prince—Malin. The male swept by him as if Drake wasn’t there, and to Drakes horror took the beautiful madden in his arms. “I’ve been looking all over the palace for you, where have you been?” She flushed and smiled up at him and in a voice that was clearly flustered spoke. “Malin” Her voice was heavily accented, but just as beautiful as the rest of her and clearly English—which meant that she could understand him. “I was just taking a walk with Haruko. Your gardens are beautiful.” She said glancing up at the man that held her tight in his arms. Turning her head slightly she caught Drakes eyes and smiled warmly. “I…believe this young man wanted to say something a moment ago” She said bringing him back into the picture. Drake flushed again and bowed his head, embarrassed and angry. Clearly the two were a couple. Why was this happening to him? Malin was the prince for god’s sake; he could have any woman in the world—so why did it have to be the one woman Drake wanted? “Who? Oh…Him.” The prince’s words forced Drakes eyes back up. “He’s just a servant boy, my love. I’m sure whatever he has to say in unimportant. Besides—we have our wedding to finish planning. Mother wanted to ask your opinion on a few things. Personally, I don’t understand it all, but alas she says there is a proper way to go about these things…” Each word was like a dagger to his heart, and he wasn’t sure what one had hurt worse—the fact that the prince had emphasized that he was a boy—not a man but boy—or the news that they were to be wed. She was taken—and not just by anyone, but the prince himself. Turning on his heels he marched away from the happy couple. He couldn’t stand it—couldn’t stand to see her in that low life’s arms. To know that she would be his, and that he would get to do all the things that had only a little while ago had been playing in his mind. It made him sick. He didn’t deserve her—he was a selfish stuck up, no good, idiot that cared more about how he looked than how the country was ran. God, he’d never wished for someone’s death more than he did at that exact moment. Days passed and word traveled about the beautiful madden. She was foreign—a princess from a kingdom across the sea. They were to be married to bring the two countries together in trade and piece. It was—a good mirage…but it still pissed Drake off. He could honestly care less if the two kingdoms went to war. He just wanted the beautiful girl, everything else could go to hell. But…how? How would he get the girl when she already belonged to someone else? That was the question and it was easily causing his head to spin everyday that passed. And with each day that passed…the wedding grew closer. He was becoming more and more frustrated. He had to figure something out..Anything.. anything at all… “I dare you to go to the old Sorcerer’s place” A young boys voice cut into his thoughts one evening as he sat, for the hundredth time trying to figure out what to do. “No way! Have you heard the rumors about that place…what he does to the people that come sneaking onto his property? You sneak onto his place if you want, I’m not stepping one foot near that place.” Another voice cut in, causing a group to burst out laughing in response. They continued to talk as they moved on, but whatever was said next Drake missed. He was already up and moving. The group of children had given him his answer! He’d go to the old sorcerer! He’d be able to ask the old hermit for an answer—maybe he could even get a spell or something that could help. He just had to find the place first. He’d been near it once before, but never actually gotten close enough to see the old man. It’d been years since then as well—back when he’d been thirteen years old and foolish. It was probably foolishness now that led him to look for the old hermit, but he couldn’t think like that. All he could think was that the sorcerer has the answers he needed, longed for—and he’d give anything for them. The harsh shrubbery slapped at his legs, arms, and face as he pushed through the dense forest. As often as the teens of the kingdom come down this way he’d have thought there would be a trail, but there wasn’t even the classic animal trail. It was as if the forest wouldn’t allow it, as if it was trying to keep the hermit hidden from the outside world. A shiver ran down his back and he thought that over—maybe…it was? But…then…he wouldn’t be sure of that. Turning he let out an annoyed groan. He’d been traveling for hours—had it always been this far? Or had he made a wrong turn somewhere? He couldn’t remember it taking this long when he’d been a kid. But then, he’d also traveled it with friends—solitude almost always made things seem like they took longer. He wasn’t sure what he would do if somehow he had made a wrong turn. He didn’t know these parts of the woods that well and he could easily get lost. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea he thought, but decided to continue to push forward anyway—his stubbornness getting the better of him. Another little bit…If I don’t see anything soon I’ll turn around. He was just about to give in he finally pushed through a large shrub and into a clearing. He blinked and looked around. He’d found it. He couldn’t help but let out a laugh as he realized he’d actually found it. He’d get the sorcerer to give him whatever he needed to get the foreign beauty, Airi. Maybe…just maybe this could turn his life around. Maybe… |
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| passionflower | Apr 10 2010, 10:04 PM Post #2 |
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Azrael Nyx At least, the young man could hope this as the place. Then again what normal person would live in a little shack like this out in the middle of the woods otherwise? The air around him was misty, making visibility difficult. Though if he looked to the small cottage, there was indeed some smoke billowing out of the dilapidated chimney. Obviously someone was home. The scent in the air was woody, with a hint of some sort of strange herbs, coming from the smoke. Who knew what strange things the hermit sorcerer was in the midst of preparing. If the young peasant decided to peek into one of the glowing windows, he'd find the interior of the little house was filled to the brim with books, bottles of strange things on shelves, and lots of dried flowers and other plants hanging on the walls. And the tall sorcerer, who was standing with his back to his door and windows. His shoulders were broad, and the rest of his body was covered in a dark purple cloak. The blond could not see his face. Seems there was a cauldron bubbling over a large fire in the hearth. A brew of some sort? A potion? Or something more menacing maybe. Who knew... All of the sudden, the peasant would find him staring straight into a pair of black eyes. A white furry critter was sitting on the window sill, and looking at him. It soon bared it's rather sharp teeth and let out a little hissing sound. "Fret not, Jasper. He is harmless," came the surprisingly serene voice of the hermit. Hardly seemed befitting for an old man. The white furry creature kept his eyes focused on their intruder none the less, obviously not trusting him in the least. Turning his head, the mage looked over at the commotion going on at his window, and silently he approached. When he stopped a half foot form the sil, the peasant would be given a surprisingly full blown view of the wizard who really lived there. Not at all an old whizzened hermit with white. Quite the opposite actually. Fair flawless skin, raven black hair that was incredibly long and drawn back in a loose ponytail, a pair of sharp silver eyes, and intriguing pointed ears. His fingers were speckled with various jewelry and rings, and a broach hung around his neck. Not to mention he was a rather tall fellow. After picking up his white fluff ball of a pet, the mage slowly he bent over till he was eye to eye with the hunkered down peasant. "... You know it's rather rude to spy on people. Truly, didn't your mothers teach the lot of you folk common manners?" he spoke, articulately and matter of factly, with a less than bemused look on his face. |
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| Blind Cosmos | Apr 11 2010, 09:16 PM Post #3 |
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Drake butt hit the ground hard when the strange little creature appeared before him—baring its teeth. It had startled him and he stared wide eyed at the thing before his master finally approached the window. When the mage showed himself Drake blinked and corked his head to the side. Had…he gotten the wrong place? No…it wasn’t possible, everything in the little shack screamed of sorcerery. But this raven haired man wasn’t some old man. He was young, or at least he appeared so. It threw Drake off and left him staring up like an idiot brows creased in confusion. The idea that the other might not be some old man with a long white flowing beard and hair had never crossed his mind until that moment. A light blush rushed across Drake’s features as the male accused him of being a spy. He hadn’t even thought about what he’d been doing when he had moved up to the little shack – he had only been trying to see if the old man was there. Though, knocking probably would have been the better way to go. Pushing himself up off the ground he knocked the dirt off of his rear before glancing at the male again. The small creature that had startled him was now curled up contently in its masters arms. Its eyes stay locked on Drake as he stood there, a growl playing at its throat. Apparently he wasn’t much liked by animal or owner. Clearing his throat he ran his hands through the mess of auburn, trying to work up the courage to speak and ignore the look he was getting from the taller male. He’d come here for a reason damn it. “I… I wasn’t trying to spy… Curiosity got the better of me I guess…I was just looking for the old her…the sorcerer that lived in this area…” He stopped himself sort from calling the male a hermit. He wasn’t exactly sure if the sorcerer liked the title of hermit or not and he didn’t want to end up with an extra set of anything. “Is he home?” He glanced around the little property still half expecting to see an elderly man with a long flowing beard appear from the shadows. It was just too hard to believe that this male was the person Drake was looking for. Perhaps he was the sorcerers apprentice or something—though as far as Drake had ever heard the strange male never took on anyone. He preferred to be alone – or so the rumors had it. “Or…Have I gotten the wrong place… I mean… the inside of your…eh… home looks like it would fit…” He was rambling and he knew it. Biting his lip he looked away – way to make an idiot out of himself. |
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| passionflower | Apr 28 2010, 10:43 PM Post #4 |
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The winsome sorcerer was silent as he watched the peasant get back to his feet and dust himself off. He gave him a moment or two, to collect himself, catch a breath, recover from the apparent shock he felt. Silently, Azrael brushed his long fingers along the back of his white pet. The little critter seemed to calm under his master's hand, till his body loosened and the little growling in his throat ceased. That was better... Silver eyes lifted back to the peasant as the young man found his tongue and began to speak. He quirked a dark brow as the other man spoke of an old sorcerer who lived in the area. The youth went on the babble some more, about his home, if this was the wrong place and a few other needless tid bits. He set Jasper on the ground and watched the little critter scamper off into the rest of the house, before his eyes lifted back to Drake's. "There is no other sorcerers here, old or young, except for myself," he informed, casually. He let his eyes idly scan up and down the length of the peasant's body, from head to toe, before meeting his eyes again."... You look a bit too old to be attempting a childish prank. So what other inane request are you bringing with you to bother me with?" he asked with a hint of a smirk to his lips. He silently went to his door, then and opened it, for the other man to walk into his house. He had nothing to fear from this man. No ill magic or negative auras. Just a normal, harmless human. Which was fine by him. He then turned and headed back to the pot over the fire, as he prepared himself to listen to whatever favor the human was going to ask. His eyes though were poised on the substance boiling in the pot. He grabbed one of the long wooden spoons, and stirred a bit, then brought a spoonful to his lips to taste. Jasper in the mean time was curled up on his master's bed, though his head had lifted up when Drake came into the house. He bristled faintly, but thankfully didn't run at the other man and attempt to bite him. Seems he was a tad bit better trained than one might think. ((sorry for the massive delay <3 )) |
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