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Post by Mur on Aug 15, 2011 14:24:25 GMT -5
((Wellll no i meant like rp wise xDDD But I guess you are doing quite a bit. o.o Remmy's got quite a few threads, I guess. And Donna's in a couple. Okay I guess its just me thats not doing much xDDD LMAO But yeaahh Idk =/ Garret comes on every once and a while buttt idk if it cause he not too friendly or if he just awkward with the rest of us xDDD LMAO Cause like he's supposidly a guy, right? XDDD ANyywass I like Meph though xDDD She's awesome )) “Now what would we do with a warm bed?” Garrett asked quietly, his intentions quite obvious as he leaned back and let her tug the wet shirt off of his body, moving forward a bit once it was off to hold her warmth against him, though she was still in clothes herself – which, were actually quite moist from being held so closely to him. It was weird, just how badly he wanted to be with her, when he’d known her all of her life. How badly he wanted to touch her, and kiss her, and make her his. It was a strong urge, and for some reason, he couldn’t control it, even if a part of him wanted to. He might never have another chance, he knew, but at the same time, he knew that, if things continued, this would be her first experience with a man, and he didn’t want to do anything she didn’t like. “You know, yours don’t exactly feel dry, either…” He whispered with a grin, one of his hands slipping beneath her dress to find her leg, rubbing it softly as he kissed her lips again, before he pulled back just a little, staring seriously into her eyes. “I don’t want to do anything you might regret, you know.” He told her with a slight nod, before he kissed her lips very softly again – respectfully, this time, wanting to be sure this was her decision, though she had been the one to start suggesting it. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Harley watched Jim awkwardly, as they just stood there, neither one looking as though they knew what to say, her cheeks still red as she waited for Jim to speak. When he did though, he asked a rather curious question, that only made her blush more. “Well, I, uh, didn’t slap, you did I?” She asked gently, looking into his eyes nervously before she nodded, and embarrassed little smile showing on her face. “Yeah, I, um…I liked it.” She nodded, deciding to be honest. It’s not like much could come of it, anyway. Jim was a Prince, and she a slave, so, really, all they could do was use each other, if even that. Of course, with the deal she’d made, that was probably best. He wasn’t bad looking, and he was obviously quite charming, and intelligent, so, if he asked, it probably wouldn’t take much convincing for her to join him. “I don’t, er, expect anything, though. I mean it was just a kiss, but I just…yeah. It was nice. I mean, um…did you?” She asked, turning his own question on him and looking a little more curious than she should, wondering if he’d even want to steal another one sometime.
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Post by ``MIA on Aug 15, 2011 15:02:40 GMT -5
((I'm in four threads. and then i have to do one other on a different site yeah. i don't like how sites that are really ugly and simple get peole to join like in seconds
mario kart pisses me off they keep giving me bananas when everyone else gets damn bombs))
She knew what she was getting into, being the one who was practically starting it. But why couldn't she just have this? She was chased away from her home, barely even a Princess anymore, and now she finally had a chance to be with him after all this time had past. She may, truthfully, never get to see him again. And so when his hand found their way under her dress, and he kissed her, she was happy. She even gave him a reassuring smile when he pulled away, fingers tenderly caressing his hair as she stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him from the chair and into the room the dwarves had made just for her, with a bed that could fit them both, if only they stayed tightly together. "It's going to hurt at first," she reminded him with a laugh, resting down into the bed and pulling him along. "But I think I can handle it, Garrett."
The way she was talking, nervously, was only making him even more nervous. He, really, was known for going around and flirting with girls. But Harley was different, he had known that right from the start, and he was only screwing things up even more when he kissed her. "Just stop mentioning the Prince thing..." he said honestly, letting out a small laugh as he leaned forward and suddenly kissed her again, pulling the girl tenderly into his arms as gently as he could. But they had to come up for air sooner than he liked, and he offered the woman a rather rare smile as he reached up and touched her cheek.
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Post by Mur on Aug 15, 2011 16:17:44 GMT -5
((weeell yeah but that other site doesn't really count with chivalry xD But yeahh you is busyyy idk what all the other shmucks doing xDDDDDD And I don't get it either =/ Its probably because ours doesn't have enough pottery logos and crap. Badly edited pictures of harry and hermoine or something xDDD Even if it is marauders and omggggggg i freaking hate thatttt xDDD Like seriousslly i get so poed My brother always got the best power ups so I had to get better at steering xDDD And I started beating him for a while Now give mia epic bombs, Mario, >=( DO IT NOW OR I NEVER PLAY YOU AGAIN XDDD )) Garrett followed after her willingly, but he moved slowly, wanting to give her as much time to prepare as she wanted, or needed. He wasn’t a woman, so he wasn’t quite sure what was in store for her, but he knew enough. He knew it would hurt, and that it wouldn’t be pleasant, at first, but if she wanted this, then he’d give her what she wanted. He followed her down onto the bed, hoping she was taking this as seriously as he was, as his hands tried to find the quickest way to remove her clothing as he kissed her. Soon enough, she was out of it, looking more gorgeous than ever before, and he was holding her in his arms tenderly, just trying to keep close as he kissed her. After a while, a long, perfect while of pleasure and fun, they were finished, and Garrett lay on his back, just holding Alba’s bare body in his arms, nuzzling her forehead softly with the tip of his nose, being as compassionate as he could to the gorgeous woman. It made him proud, knowing he was her first, that she’d trusted him enough to touch her, but it also made him worried that he might have done something wrong to hurt her. “How are you feeling now?” He asked quietly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, as his hands affectionately massaged her back and sides.
Harley grinned at the sound of Jim’s laugh, only to find herself gathered up in his arms, kissing him again. Her lips molded back against his quickly, her arms slipping up around his neck while one of her hands slipped into his hair, never having felt how soft it was before. There were a lot of things she hadn’t noticed before, like the smell of his skin, and how closely he looked at her as he pulled away. The light of his eyes and the charm of his smile, which she’d never really seen before…it was all new to her, and it was wonderful, as hard as it was to believe. She returned his smile rather brightly, a shiver running through her as he touched her cheek, despite all of this being rather impossible – there had to be a law about him kissing a slave somewhere, right? Even if days before she’d simply been a peasant. “You know…” She started slowly, a teasing look in her eyes as she grinned at him. “If you did this sooner, I might’ve been better company on the road.”
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Post by ``MIA on Aug 16, 2011 14:23:53 GMT -5
((maybe it doesn't count, but it does count for me because i have other places to post. sooo it does count
and i think we should do the star rp thing lmao they could either be on supernatural or we can make up an enitrely new show especially if you wanna use someone else.))
She felt accomplished as she rested beside him, her face pressed against his neck. She could feel him moving, his hands at her back, and she couldn't help but smile a little as he fingers reached up and curled in his hair, tenderly playing with the blond locks in a rather lazy manner. But soon he asked a question, one that made her shrug before she leaned back and kissed him, smiling down at the man. "I'm fine," she said softly, letting out a laugh as she leaned back against him, nuzzling at his chin. "You would think you'd know that with the noises I was making, Garrett."
"I think if I did this sooner, you would have slapped me." Did she let random men kiss her as soon as they saw her? He shrugged lightly at his thoughts, leaning close and pulling the girl into his arms, feeling rather... proud of the woman he held. He liked to hold her. It was something different than how it usually went with other girls, and he was glad to simply keep her here. "If they do anything like that again, you have to tell me, okay?"
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Post by Mur on Aug 16, 2011 22:03:37 GMT -5
((Welll nooo i mean it does but its not like trying hard to post on there is goign to help Chivalry stay alive xDDD That's what I meant, lmao xDD DYessshhhh we should it'd be awesome xDDD And nooo we do our spn dudes we probably shouldn't make it spn though cause then I'll just want to make Kerri me and rape him the whole time xDDDD )) “Well…” Garrett trailed off with a grin, giving Alba a quick, expressively passionate kiss to her neck, smiling against her skin lovingly as he just wanted to stay close to her. “I know you enjoyed it, but I wasn’t sure if I hurt you, either.” He murmured, pressing soft, affectionate little kisses all along her skin, trying to be as comforting and loving as he could, considering what he’d just done with the beautiful girl. “I’m glad you…chose me, you know. To do this with.” He whispered suddenly, looking down into her eyes sweetly. “You’re very talented.” He grinned, before growing serious again as he kissed her lips softly. “And beautiful, and kind, and brave…and perfect.” He smiled, brushing his fingers softly across her cheeks.
“Yes, well…You would’ve had to have good timing.” Harley added with a light teasing voice, grinning up at him. It was weird, really, just how comfortable she was around him. There were men, yes, men that she had been with in her life, none of which she really cared for, so being kissed and held wasn’t new to her, but it was the way that he did it that made it so…different. He held her, he kissed her like meant it, like there was something behind it, when she knew there couldn’t be. He was a Prince, and she was a slave. Nothing could come out of it, both of them knew that, but everything felt so…real that it was hard not to want to take advantage of it. “I can try…” She murmured in reply to his question, her fingers threading playfully through his hair, though she highly doubted that if something like this happened again, she’d even have a chance to tell Jim about it. “But hopefully I won’t have to.” She nodded, pressing another soft, tender kiss to his lips, just for the fun of it.
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Post by ``MIA on Aug 16, 2011 22:57:53 GMT -5
((i have, actually, been doing a lot to keep it alive. i've just had bad writer's block or am incredibly lazy.
lmao they'd rape all the time anyway. it should be spn. cause that way i'd feel like we're shoving it in the fangirls faces even though i'm sure plenty of girls have done things like this before us lol sooo we're not doing much. but i can dream.))
"Chose you? This isn't a game," she laughed softly, pushing herself up to lean over him properly. "I /wanted/ to do this with you, Garrett. You should have known that by now." Alba gave him a gentle grin and a kiss to his lips. The woman grinned at his words, finding them to be amusing as she leaned forward and simply kissed him, her affection filling every inch of it. But sooner or later, the woman did fall asleep, happily, leaning against without really considering what may happen tomorrow.
Even if she couldn't tell him, he'd find out later, like he had with this time. He only hoped that it would be quicker. Jim, even though he had alread apologized, still felt guilt. It wasn't her fault this had happened. He didn't want her thinking bad of him. She was here because his father didn't know how to stop gambling, and because he was as greedy as the next guy. He just felt horrible that she got sucked into it. But soon she kissed him again, and he gave her a smile as he kissed her back. But he did have other places to go, and without much else to say, he turned around and took his leave.
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Post by Mur on Aug 17, 2011 12:42:40 GMT -5
((Nvvmmm dude you not getting it ANYWAYS since I not going anywhere today I prolly gunna put a thread & like kerris plotter xDDD Since right now she's just kind of...there LMAO I feel so lazzyy too I got up at 11:30 so pissedd at mysellff
xDDD Lmao yesss you can dreaamm cause I dream too xDDD LMAO OKaayy sooo for Harley and Jim there's this really ugly annoying (not like mean, but she hangs all over jim and wants to cuddle and crap like that) girl coming to see him. She's like a sutor, but he hates her, but his father likes her cause her family is rich xDDD Anyways, Jim hates her guts, so instead of sticking around wiating for her Jim comes to Harley and asks her to help him hide xDDD So she dresses him up as a slave and makes him help her in the kitchen and out in the garden xDDD And he like really sucks at everything so she keeps laughing at him But they still being all loveydovey and he could like pick her a boquet of roses or something xDDDD And then maybe at the end of the day they rape and that how we tie it into the rest of the plot, cause he supposed to say I love you after and stufff xDDD 'Cause it might be too long iddkk we see where we are xD ))
Garrett felt a little guilty for leaving Alba so early in the morning, but it wasn’t as though he could just stay with her for as long as he wanted without any repercussions. He worked for the queen - it was the only thing that he could ever do, really. He was a stranger to most other things, so he really had no choice but to leave the beautiful woman. He didn’t want to, of course; he’d stay with her forever if he could. But he did leave, hoping that he’d given her enough to keep her waiting. He’d only been gone a little while - maybe a week at most, when complete strangers showed up and told him the worst news he could ever receive; A Prince had found Alba, and asked her to marry him. However, that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that she had agreed. Garrett believed in magic - hell, his whole life was ruled by it, so he didn’t dare question those who had told him of this news. He was upset, greatly so, he was betrayed, why wouldn’t he be upset? He heard where Alba was staying, so he sought her out. He wanted to know why she had said yes, when before she seemed so in love with him. He loved her, ad he thought she felt the same way about him, yet here she was, giving herself away to some other man. He wandered up to some castle in the middle of nowhere; some old, rugged, abandoned looking castle in search for the woman he loved, wandering the halls quietly as he searched for her, his eyes jumping in every direction until he could find her.
Harley didn’t quite like the way that Jim left without another word, but there wasn’t exactly a lot that she could do about it. And its not like she could expect much more, either, she supposed. She and Jim’s relationship wasn’t exactly…normal. They were just two people that shouldn’t have met under any normal circumstances, but were thrown together because of selfishness and greed. What could she expect from a Prince whose father wanted her there only so he could make money? But regardless of that, Harley had gone to bed happy that night happier than she had been in a long time. She couldn’t stop thinking about Jim, which was odd for her, but she tossed it away in her mind as simply a desire for his touch. The next morning, she’d taken a bath and cleaned herself, gotten dressed for the day, made a bit of gold for the King per his request, and was pretty much ready for anything, sitting reclusively in her room. She was just sitting on her bed, staring lazily out the window, when she heard the door to her room open, before it slammed shut quickly, and she turned her eyes to see who had entered. “Jim?” She asked curiously, a confused little grin showing on her face. “What are you doing?”
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Post by ``MIA on Aug 17, 2011 14:55:28 GMT -5
((i do get it. what I'M SAYING and what YOU'RE NOT GETTING is that I shouldn't be the only one who has to keep this alive. and maybe it has nothing to do with the site, but i have other places to post so it's gonna take away my muse, which means i don't want to post on chivalry but i still try to post. Me and Meph have been the ones mostly posting so I DO GET IT. so don't say i don't.
and we still have a lot to do with garret and alba... so i don't know if "it might be too long" is a bad thing.))
She woke up in the morning to nothing, just her clothes lying on the ground, and a breeze coming in from the window. As she had been dreading, he was gone, and he didn't come back. Alba waited for him, of course, but he never did, and she could only assume he went back to the very same person who had ordered for her death. The dwarves knew very well who had ordered this, and they told her exactly who it was. It wasn't much of a surprise to know that it was her own Grandmother doing this. Alba always knew her to be cruel and suspicious, perhaps even a little hateful to her at such a young age. And the fact that Alba knew, without any viable proof, that Garrett had gone back to her, only hurt her more. But seeing as she was stubborn and not like most Princesses, she wasn't about to wallow in her bed and cry until he showed up again. No, instead, a Prince stumbled upon the tiny cottage in the forest, asking for shelter. There he met Alba, and after a discussion, realized who she was: the missing princess. And being that she was a Princess, that meant he could marry her, and it wasn't like it was a bad idea. She, after all, was a beautiful Princess. She agreed, given that he'd protect her from her grandmother, and he went off to his Kingdom to tell his father. Did she want to do this? Not really, but she couldn't spend her entire life living with these dwarves. It wasn't her world. And knowing that she wouldn't be back here again, she went to look at the scenery, coming upon an old ruined castle, feeling rather nostalgic as she looked around. But as she decided it was time to leave, she heard footsteps, and she turned, only to come face to face with the man she wasn't even sure she wanted to see anymore. "Why are you here?"
It was a day like any other day, really, when a messenger came to tell them something Jim had no knowledge about. A Princess -- not just any Princess -- was soon at their Gates, and the messenger was just letting them know so that they'd have enough time to let her in. This Princess was named Rose, a rather princess-like name, and she was rather sweet if you got to know her. But she had a sick obsession with Jim, and he found it rather disturbing. She tried to touch him at every chance she got, and it just creeped him out. As for now, he was found to be pacing back and forth, growing worried until he heard foot-steps coming his way. He should've stayed to greet her, he knew, being that she was the woman his father wanted him to marry, but he couldn't. All Jim could think about was the way she creepily smiled as she touched his leg. So, without really thinking of the consequences, he took off toward Harley's room, making his way in as loudly and as quick as possible. "No time to talk. You gotta hide me!"
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Post by Mur on Aug 17, 2011 15:40:51 GMT -5
((I know, dude. I get what you're saying. But I said nvm, okay? So drop it. It's not like I can post when I'm not here. I knooww but I looked it up and it didn't actually look like too much so idkkk 'cause like right after this ALba gets poisoned so we'll see xDDD Duduude I don't want to go to school on monday =/ School sucks and I already have homeworrrkkkk it doesn't make any sensnnsneee when do you starttt? andd guess what? XDDDD I started reading a whole bunch of f. scott fitzgerald short stories so I might start coming up with a lot of ideas LMAO )) “Why am I here?” Garrett asked with a scowl, his eyes looking all over the beautiful woman’s face in disappointment. She couldn’t have been that oblivious, could she, to think that he didn’t care for her? That he wouldn’t come back for her eventually. He loved her. There was no person on earth he wanted to be with more, yet she seemed to think that he didn’t want a thing to do with her. That, or she just didn’t care about him at all. Maybe he was just some game to her, but even that didn’t seem to fit. “Why wouldn’t I be here, Alba?” He asked, his jaw locked tightly as he glared at her. “Is it true?” He questioned sharply, though he already knew that it probably was. He just didn’t know how it could be true. “You’re marrying someone else?”
“Hide you?” Harley asked with a sudden laugh, slipping off of her bed curiously as she moved towards Jim, wondering why he wanted to hide so badly, a silly little smile stuck on her face. He looked startled, that was for sure, but she couldn’t think of a thing that might have scared Jim. He didn’t seem like the superstitious type, so ghosts were clearly out of the question. “What is it you’re trying to hide from, brave soldier?” She teased with a small snicker, reaching out for his hand affectionately. She might not know what was going on, but whatever it was, she felt a little…proud that he came running to her to seek shelter, rather than someone else. “I can help you, Jim. I just need to know what it is you’re…avoiding. It’s not your father, is it?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him interestedly.
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Post by ``MIA on Aug 17, 2011 15:51:34 GMT -5
((i didn't say you could :/
i go on wensday. i think i get half days on wesnday idk.
and what ideas. didn't he write the great gatsby i didn't like how that ended))
She knew, in a way, that he did care for her, but that wasn't enough for him, obviously. He wouldn't go back to the woman who had tried to kill her if it was enough for him. And even if it was, and he still was hanging around with that vile woman, why couldn't he just tell her why he was doing it? She'd try to understand as much as she could, because she /wanted/ to understand, even though it hurt her that he'd pick the woman who hated Alba so much as to kill her over Alba herself. "Shouldn't you be with the Queen?" she spat suddenly, looking outraged as she crossed her arms, her expression looking hurt and just as betrayed as he. "Yes, it is true. You'll never marry me, Garrett, so don't look so upset. You'll do what the Queen orders you, and marrying the woman she demanded you kill isn't very bright, is it? And even if you did, I'd only wake up to find you gone, without even a word."
Jim didn't know why she found this so amusing. He was about to get molested, and here she was, teasing him. "Not my father," he said quickly, looking at her with a frown. If it had been his father, he would've asked her to hide him a long time ago. But it was different this time -- he really wanted to hide. He didn't care what he had to do, he just didn't want Rose to see him. "There's a girl here.... Her name's Rose, and my father thinks she's the one I should marry. But she's... weird. She touches me too much." He looked at the woman, perhaps a little sadly for a moment, as if thinking what /would/ happen if he were to marry her. "Can you just hide me?"
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Post by Mur on Aug 17, 2011 16:53:31 GMT -5
((Nooooo =( I dun want you to goooo xDDD Even if I start sooner than you lmao You go to real school xDDDD yusushhh he did. And idk I don't have any ideas yet but his storys are really good xDDD Sooo we'll see if anything inspires me LMAO )) “I’d never marry you? When did I say a thing like that, Alba?” Garrett snapped, noting the betrayal in her own eyes, but, really, she didn’t honestly think that he could just up and leave the queen, did she? He was tied to her, bound to her, in a way that Alba could never even begin to imagine. Couldn’t she at least tell that he was, in some strange way, bound to the Queen? He’d been working for her longer than Alba had been alive. People didn’t just stay in jobs like that because they enjoyed them; it was because they had to. “I’m sorry I left you like that, Alba, but I couldn’t stay. You don’t get it, do you? I can’t leave her, even if I wanted to. I would’ve come back – I wanted to come back. I thought you loved me, but obviously you didn’t.”
Harley didn’t want to know why a bitter jealousy grew up in her when Jim explained his real reason for wanting to hide, though, maybe she did and she just didn’t want to admit it to herself. All she knew was that she suddenly scowled, and pulled Jim over to her bathroom, leading him inside quickly. “Of course I can.” She told him with a quick nod, looking him over for a moment, before she sighed. “Wait here; I’ll be back in two minutes.” She promised, before shutting the door and leaving her room. She went around the castle gathering things she’d need, before she came back to the bathroom, slipping inside with dingy, dirty clothes in her arms, along with a piece of charcoal. She kept the charcoal in her hand while she handed the clothes to Jim, wondering, briefly, if he’d even put them on. “Here; you can put these on, and then I’ll dirty you up a little.” She nodded, biting her lip gently as she turned around once he took the clothes, hesitating as she stared down at the mineral in her hands. “You don’t…think you will marry this Rose woman, do you?” She inquired slowly, not even sure why she was asking.
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Post by ``MIA on Aug 17, 2011 17:10:03 GMT -5
((i don't get electives this year because i have to catch up. so it's all serious classes and i have to take speech and i can't even talk in front of new people so that's going to be a major failure. it'll be very embarassing.
i thought you just said you had ideas though.))
"How can you marry me if you're with /her/?" she snapped suddenly, staring at him in surprise. Maybe she didn't get it, but how could she? She hadn't even known that he worked for her, honestly, until she was older, and even then she didn't know what work he did. How could she possibly know that he was bound to her? And not only that, didn't he understand he couldn't marry her? She was the mouse and he was the cat -- the cat who, even against his will, was working for the dog. It just couldn't possibly work that way, no matter how much she wanted it to. Alba only wished that he'd try to leave the Queen, but even then he was too scared to do so. "You could have /said/ something, Garrett!" He could've left something on her pillow, anything, but he hadn't. There had been nothing. "And why not, Garrett. Have you even /tried/ to leave her? You didn't kill me, did you, and if you were really bound, you would have even if you didn't want to." But even as her anger grew, her expression softened just a little and she looked hurt at his words. "I do love you..." she said quickly, staring at him. "And you should've known that, Garrett. I didn't follow you around since I was little for nothing." But she just couldn't trust him.
Jim frowned a little as she left the room, sitting down in the bathroom with a bit of an exhausted feeling running through him. He shouldn't even have to be running from this woman. He was a Prince, he should be able to pick who he wanted to marry, and she definitely wasn't it. She was kind, yes, but she was just too touchy, and she wasn't that intelligent either. It was like talking to a broom -- not even a /whole/ broom, just a broom-stick. But Harley finally did come back, and he eyed the dirty clothing in her hands, wondering what she had in mind for hiding him. Not to mention, she was also carrying a piece of coal. He would wear them, of course, because he was quite serious about hiding, but that didn't mean he'd enjoy it. One of the few pleasures of being Prince was that he was much cleaner than any other person in the castle, and he liked being clean. It felt nice. But without complaining, he grabbed the clothes and nodded at her, only to stop at her next question. "No, I don't plan to. If my father forces me, I guess I will, but that doesn't mean I'll like it. She's... crazy." He looked up at her, unable to stop himself from smirking. "Are you jealous?" he asked quietly as he dressed, though soon he was looking at himself with distaste at how unclean he looked once the clothes were finally on.
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Post by Mur on Aug 17, 2011 17:53:25 GMT -5
((EWWWW Noooo I soorrrryy I like dreading my mom forcing me to maybe take speech some day =( I sorry dude that sooo gunna suckkk nooo I said I might start getting ideas XDDD 'Cause I mean they're short stories sooo it wont take me long to read them xDDD LMAO )) “I tried, Alba, but I couldn’t find a damn thing in that house that would’ve worked.” Garrett scowled. He did try to leave her a note, really, but how could he explain everything on such a tiny piece of paper? And if he woke her, it would only lead to an argument, so he’d just left. “I came to you once before, Alba, I don’t know why you thought I wouldn’t come again – especially after that.” He said, frowning, looking more hurt than angry now. He really did love her, and he’d try anything within his power to love her. But the bonds he had now were too strong – he couldn’t leave the Queen. Even if he wanted to, she had just as long of a life as he did, and he didn’t doubt that she wouldn’t stop looking until she found him. The only way he could stop it would be for one of them to die, but Garrett wasn’t about to commit suicide – at least, not while Alba was alive, and murdering the queen would be far harder than he could plan for. “No, I…haven’t tried. It’s not as easy as you think, Alba, I can’t just ‘leave’ her. It’s much harder than that.” He said, almost sounding as though he were begging her to believe him. How could he explain it? My father was cursed, so now I’m stuck with your granny until one of us dies? It didn’t sound right, and as much as he wanted her to know everything, he was afraid of her thinking differently of him. Afraid of her giving up on the idea of him just because of her Grandmother – though, she seemed to be doing that, already. “I did know that, Alba.” He said quickly, scowling quite fervently as he looked down at her. “Or at least, I thought you did. But I didn’t think girls who were in love with one person their whole life gave up that easily. You could have waited, Alba. It’s only been a week; it’s not like I left you for a month, or a year. It was hard enough getting to you the first time – you think I want you to end up dead? If I came rushing right back, she would’ve known where you were.” He scoffed, shaking his head quickly as he closed his eyes. “I love you, too, Alba. But obviously that’s not enough for you.” He said, opening his eyes to glare at the woman. “I hope you and this ‘Prince’ of yours are happy. You don’t have to worry about me showing up again.” He snapped, before turning and walking down the hallway, pausing only a moment to glance back at her. “You did follow me around for nothing, Alba. But not by my choice.” He growled. Men went off to war every day, and their lovers waited weeks, months, years to see them again. He knew that he had left without a word, but if her love for him was that strong, then it should have lasted through anything. But, instead, she was marrying someone else, and he’d just have to go on the rest of his life like he had before. Love wasn’t meant for men who lived forever.
She could feel herself frowning at Jim’s answer, not at all liking the thought of him marrying some random Princess just because his father ordered him to – he was as much a slave to the King as she was, in a way, she supposed. She wasn’t even sure why it upset her, really. Sure, she and Jim had kissed, but there wasn’t anything…real between them. There couldn’t be – and there shouldn’t be, either. “What? No, of course not. I just…don’t like the thought of our future king running from his queen his whole life.” She explained quickly, deciding it would be the best way to explain things, considering she herself didn’t even know why, or if she was jealous to begin with. She turned back around, though, looking over Jim once more before she stepped towards him and started rubbing a bit of the charcoal over his face and hands, just to make him look dirtier, using her other hand to ruffle his smooth hair quickly, a little smirk on her face. “You know, this should work pretty well…I doubt anyone’s ever seen you this dirty before, huh?” She asked, finding it a little sad that she was normally as dirty as he was now, while she’d rarely been half as clean as he always was. “You won’t…mind helping me with a bit of work, will you?” She asked, looking into his eyes curiously. He had been the one to ask her to help hide him, after all.
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Post by ``MIA on Aug 17, 2011 19:08:28 GMT -5
((i made a new skin but the lyrics are messed up and i couldn't add pictures of our characters.
okkkaayy.))
"It didn't have to be a note you could have left!" she snapped suddenly, glaring at him. He could've left /something/, and she would've at least known what it meant, but instead she was left to think that maybe it had been a dream, and she was just a crazy person that went around throwing her clothes everywhere. It could've been a flower, maybe a piece of clothing, and she would have known. "And how would I know that you won't bring the Queen? If you're as bound to her as you say, how do I know you won't bring her here to kill me? Don't act like I'm the one to blame, Garrett. I think you're missing the point. She should /know/ by now that you lied to her, if you're bonded." There had been stories of people being bonded to each other the way Garrett was to the Queen, and from what she heard, they couldn't do anything without the other person knowing. If they promised to do something, it would be done, no matter what the other person wanted. And he hadn't killed her, right? That meant that there wasn't a bond, a bond as he seemed to think there was. "How would you know if you haven't even tried?" she retorted, her eyes narrowing on him, beginning to only come up with the word "coward" as she watched him. How would he even /know/? He hadn't tried, and she could tell he hadn't even tried anything for a while, not even when he had her. She suddenly felt tears in her eyes as he began to accuse her, staring at him in shock. He seemed to think she was in the wrong, but he wasn't even considering her feelings. He had tried to /kill/ her, and yet she had forgiven him, took him in when he came to her, giving him the benefit of the doubt, and gave him everything, but then he left, back to the woman who wanted her dead. "And I didn't think men who claimed they loved a women would not fight for her once another man had her. You're a coward, Garrett." If he was going to be cruel to her, she was going to be cruel to him, and she was only telling the truth. And maybe her love would have lasted, and she had waited, but once she realized exactly where he was, where he /had/ been this entire time, like a little bird watching her since she was a child, she understood that she was fooling herself; falling in love with a huntsman when she was a Princess. A Princess who fell in love with a huntsman who had wanted nothing to do with her, and was now suddenly accusing her of false affection. It wasn't suppose to be that way. "I'm only doing what /you/ wanted me to. And when I'm dead because of her, I hope you're still with her so you can reap the spoils if there even is any."
Jim smirked a little at Harley's explaination, not exactly buying it. But soon that smirked disappeared, and he shrugged his shoulders, frowning over at the woman a little sadly. "That's how it always is, Harley. My father and mother were forced into marriage, and despite him being a complete fool, they really do care for each other." In a way, he was basically defending Rose, saying that in time he may come to love her, but he didn't even want to /try/. He was rude running away from her, but what was he suppose to do? He hated the idea of lying to her, because she just seemed so naive compared to the other girls he really did lie to. She was a child trying to act like a woman, and here she was, trying to get him to love her when he wanted nothing to do with her, and he felt so horrible about it. But soon she was rubbing that horrible mineral against his face, and his expression became that of horror and disdain as he caught the smell that came along with the piece of coal, and as he continued to make faces, he barely even registered what Harley said, though he realized it soon and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. Why was she always so bloody bitter, about /everything/? He would've said something about it, but instead he watched as she brought up the subject of "help," looking at her a bit helplessly. Help? She should've told him about this before he even asked her. "I guess?" he offered, narrowing his eyes at her.
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Post by Mur on Aug 17, 2011 21:28:23 GMT -5
((D= Noooo I soorrryy that sucksss I wanna see it though xDD is it cute? lmaaoo xD I've only read one so far but it really cute xDDDD It kinda weird but it cute lmao it reminds me of a rp we'd do only it kinda generic xDDD xDDD dude we watched the invention of lying tonight lmaao it was pretty funny xDDD )) Garrett stared harshly at Alba as she started shouting at him. She couldn’t think this was the way he wanted everything to turn out, did she? That he wanted to leave her, that he wanted her to marry another man, that he wanted to be alone. But what was he to say? What was he to do? It was better for her this way, probably, marrying some fantastic prince, not a huntsman. She wasn’t supposed to end up with him, and as much as he hated this, as much as he hated the way he was angry with her, and she was angry at him, maybe it was for the best. “I wanted you to love me, Alba. Not marry some other man.” He frowned, looking disappointed and sad as he stared at her, glancing back down at the ground and shaking his head, before he sighed. “I’m sorry I didn‘t leave you something.” He paused, pursing his lips. “Goodbye, Alba.” he said, before he left, deciding it would be better if he just left, so he did. It wasn’t long after that, that his heart was broken forever. Alba was dead, poisoned, probably by the Queen, the person that he couldn’t escape from. The only thing he had ever hoped for was now gone, and there was nothing he could do about it. So, wanting to say a good, final goodbye, he did the only thing that he knew he could do; he went to her grave. The prince was there, he saw, envy filling his sad, tired eyes as the Prince gave her a kiss, Alba laying there, still, and probably cold. He hated the Prince, for stealing what he could have had, for even a short time, and he hated himself for loosing her. He waited until the Prince left to approach her body, finding it hard to keep himself from crying just at the sight of her. He always knew that he would live to see her die, but he hadn’t thought it would be like this. Not so soon. Slowly, he crouched down beside her, running his hand affectionately over hers, wishing that she would wake. “I’m so sorry, Alba.” He whispered, leaning forward suddenly to press his lips softly against hers, one last time. “This shouldn’t have happened…I shouldn’t have left you…”
“Yes, well…I’m sure she’d have no problem caring about you.” Harley murmured, thinking it was probably true. She tried to toss that thought away, however, by watching Jim. And she couldn’t help but giggle lightly as he started making faces, not because he looked stupid, but because she found it rather…endearing, in a way. Not watching him squirm, but simply the way his expressions shifted, and, strangely, she liked it, when she never thought that she would. She smiled, and pulled back, rubbing a little bit of charcoal on her own face, before tossing it away and taking Jim’s hand. “Hey, it wont be that bad…” She nodded, smirking a little as she stared at Jim, finding him handsome, even dressed as he was now. “We’ll start down in the kitchen, okay?” She asked, pulling Jim along with her carefully, keeping her eyes peeled for whoever this ‘Rose’ girl could be. “Cooking shouldn’t be that hard, should it?” she asked, leading him down the halls to the kitchen. Once they were there, she pulled him along side her, stopping in front of a table with all sorts of cooking supplies, eyeing Jim with curious deviousness. “What’s one of your favorite foods?” She asked, looking interested in his tastes. “I’ll teach you how to make it.”
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