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arosewiththorns
Rose would be lying if she said she had never considered this on some level. It was perfectly natural, Jolie was an attractive person, in and out of drag and one of the few she had come to trust in her stay here. In truth Rose required little more than some attraction to her partner and consent to go with it, and any other emotions had no place in her bedroom. Not today, not ever. And Jolie had always half seemed to be one of those people who wouldn't want to attach strings or labels to something as simple as a fuck, always half flirting with everyone. The only thing that had stopped Rose was the fact she knew he really did prefer to bat for one team, so to speak. And that was fine.
But when he had so carelessly let the words 'Oh if you were a boy' slip out of his pretty full lips Rose couldn't help but shoot back a quick "Like that ever stopped me before." the words paired with a smirk. There's no excuse of alcohol for her, just the heat and sweat and the pure energy that being in the club gives her and she can feel the seconds slow when he doesn't respond straight away, feels the way they're standing on the edge of a cliff and it's not the falling that concerns her, the falling's going to happen but more so the landing.
She is so very very pleased when he quirks his lips and his agreeance fuels her a little more.
They should be more careful coming back to the Tribute Tower, Rose knows that there are always eyes watching but she can't bring herself to give a damn. It's been awhile and it's a rush, even something as simple as pressing him back to the glass wall of the elevator, tasting his lipstick when she kisses him hungrily making her head spin. She should be more conscious of her districtmates but fuck them, she's usually the quiet one, tonight can be a one off. And so she drags Jolie into her room, pressing hips to his and him against the now closed door, her smirk hungry as she leans up to kiss him again, dragging him down to meet her half way.
"How do you want to do this?"
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Jul. 15th, 2014 03:30 pmtrollroyalty
Parties were not Kristoff's thing. Too many years in isolation, with just a reindeer and some trolls for company means that he's quick to find the press of people around him to be a suffocating feeling. He always comes when invited, how could he not when the invitation comes from Anna with those big blue eyes and that sweet smile and she's been able to talk him into a yes since the day they first met. Time hasn't made that any different.
So he comes along, an awkward little wallflower in a jacket that feels too stiff, not worn in like his usual clothes and he usually ends up hating it. Nursing a few drinks as he watches Anna flit around, trying to smile like he means it whenever she looks his way. But it becomes stifling, and after the third person looking down their nose at him he's had enough.
It's not that too hard for him to slip away, not when he's nothing but the boyfriend of the princess, a position most feel he doesn't deserve. And he knows Anna will be upset when she realises, but right now he needs some air, Kristoff exhaling heavily as he manages to escape to an empty balcony. Peeling his jacket off and dumping it on a chair he moves to lean against the railing, feeling the one too many glasses of wine he's head making his steps a little off.
Just a few minutes. Besides, Anna's so busy being the socialite she probably won't even miss him.
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Jun. 25th, 2014 09:08 amarosewiththorns
There attempts had failed, and almost before they had even begun. Something, someone must have given them away, saved their own skin by sacrificing them and Rose burns inside. She hadn't seen it, any of it till it was too late and there was a fist in her face, and she could taste blood in her mouth, dripping down her chin even as another caught her at the temples and she finds conciousness slipping from her. After all, even with all the game saw fit to leave her with after the Scratch she is still human. And humans can break so easily.
She doesn't expect to wake up. She expects that the last sight she was to ever have was Dave yelling, his words inaudible to her but the fear and anger on his face all too familiar as they brought him down too. She expects that they'll be taken care of quietly, passed off as an accident. After all, their names are known, and She wouldn't want to give them any reason to be used for a cause against her. No it'd be quiet and neat, and the promise that it could happen to them would be heard by anyone who knew what she really was.
But Rose wakes, even if the pounding in her head makes her wish it wasn't so. She wakes on cold concrete, feeling her limbs scream at her, feeling the blood crack when she parts her lips to breath. It's dried by now but the scab could be so easily reopened so she focuses on more important things. Like the way she's bound, ankle to ankle, wrist to wrist, behind her back and tight. It makes it near impossible to move, especially with the way her head aches.
But more important is the blindfold, Rose feeling the fabric across her cheeks and it reassures her somewhat. At least she's not truly blind. And she tries to reach out, see beyond her body but the pulse in her temples jumps at that, pain flooding through her nerves and she lets it go with a ragged gasp.
And it's then she hears the footsteps, the click of heels echoing in her mind.
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The way little Miss Nitram watched her was impossible to miss, and that in turn is what pulls Charlotte's attention to the girl. In truth she had overlooked her when classes first started, what with her being as meek as a mouse and Charlotte had assumed the girl would never be the type to play along with the games. Too goody two shoes, stick to the rules. As much as she did like them meek and naive, innocence personified Charlotte wasn't an idiot. She knew the importance of picking girls who would appreciate her attentions, and knowing enough to stay silent about them too.
Now she curses herself for overlooking the girl. She could have been having so much fun, had she paid attention at the time. She's lucky she realised at all, that the way the girl kept blushing and stuttering wasn't because she was a simpleton but simply a little girl with a crush. Charlotte almost wants to laugh because it's perfect. She can make it perfect, and she realises that it'll be so easy to twist and bend this girl to her will.
She starts slow, with things that'll be ignorable to most. It's testing the waters really, seeing if her assumptions are correct. Blouses a smidge tighter, skirts a slight bit shorter and she finds herself with apparent butterfingers whenever she passes Tavris' desk. But it's worth it to watch how her cheeks grow crimson when she has to watch her teacher bend ever so carefully to pick up whatever she's dropped.
But Charlotte has never been the most patient woman, and testing the waters is growing boring. And so she starts to put a new plan in motion, all of it starting when the final bell rings and Charlotte dismisses her students, leafing through papers before speaking up in an after thought.
"Miss Nitram? If you could stay seated, that'd be much appreciated. I'd like to have a small discussion with you." Her smile is sweet to those who don't know her, those who don't see the hunter in her eyes and she knows her prey is cornered even as students shuffle on out.
8lackwidow
Charlotte never had been the most ideal mother. She wasn't the type to stay at home, baking cookies or whatever, devoting ever hour, every minute of her waking life to her daughters. She loved them, of course she loved them she wouldn't have had them if she didn't want them, but she was never the maternal sort. And when you have money it's easy to get the necessary help so you can keep on with your own life. Part of it may have been she was just too young when she had her girls, still flighty, still wanting. But she knows in the end it would have happened anyway.
But her girls have never wanted for anything. Nothing that wasn't material at least. And she loved them, and they knew she did, so what if she had missed some supposed milestones in the process. Motherhood was a tough job, and in truth her childhood had been much the same, passed off her nannies and such. It had never damaged her in any real way, and she'd like to think her relationship with her daughters was better than the one she and her own mother shared. Even if it was just slightly.
Deep down though, she knows she's crossing lines with this little affair, this dalliance. But she can't bring herself to care, she never can. And it only makes it all more fun, to know she can twist this boy around her pinky, that she can conduct this all under everyone's noses. It fuels her, it always has and it's why when she finds him in her kitchen yet again she can't help but smirk, danger promised in the corner of her ruby lips and she crosses the floor with soft steps till she's at his back.
Her hands meet his waist before sliding around to embrace him properly, feeling the strong muscle he hides under his shirt and Charlotte tightens her grip so her breasts press against his back. And her hands wander, slipping easily under his neat button down shirt, her hum soft.
"Have you been avoiding me baby?" a soft chuckle, and she strokes his stomach in a slow drag, waiting for an answer.
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Jun. 18th, 2014 09:10 am8lah8lah8lah
Aranea was a little tipsy. But really, it was hard not to be, at one of her mother's little parties. Alcohol was passed around quite freely, and her mother had always been a little of a lax parent. And so it hadn't been too hard to slip a bottle of white wine out from under her nose as well as a glass and really. Aranea needed a drink or two after the week she had had.
Breaking up with your girlfriend, the girl you thought would be the love of your life was never easy. Especially when you were doing it now to save from having your heart broken later because she had seen the way Porrim's eyes had wandered. And maybe she is her mother's daughter, but Aranea was not letting herself be opened up to that sort of pain, not on anyone's terms but her own.
And so she was drowning her sorrows, bottle held tight in one hand, Aranea daintily holding her glass with the other. Sipping every few minutes as she makes her way around the room, looking for an escape. A party is never really her thing and this one is only worse when all she wants to do is curl up in bed and watch a small collection of terrible romcoms. And so when the door to the study comes up she slips through it, leaning against the closed wooden door with a small sigh. Peace and quiet.
But she can see the room is occupied by another easily enough, Horuss an imposing figure she recognises easily thanks to years of their parents knowing each other. She's spent enough time over at theirs that they're practically family so she doesn't bother with the pretence of polite happiness as she comes over and slumps on the other leather armchair, toeing off her heels before she holds the bottle up to him.
"Want some?"
Hooked on your love (Like a powerful drug)
Jun. 8th, 2014 11:02 pmredrappinghood
It's just another day in the end when she finds Rose dragging her into the school toilets, her hands rough as she pushes her firmly against the cold metal wall of the stall and Dove has to fight to swallow a groan. She's lean and lanky to Rose's petite softness and yet the other girl can so easily push her around and it makes her cunt ache at the thought. It makes her tighten around the vibe her lovely sister pushed into her moments before they left for school, a low but constant buzz that's kept her mind drifting and left her panties soaked. And she knows straight away where her sister's hands will go, legs parting automatically for her, Dove's head tilted back against the wall as she tries to refraining from moaning too loudly.
"Rose.... Rose, please," she's not sure what she's begging for, be it Rose taking away the vibe and letting her leave or for Rose to bring her to the climax her body is craving but she knows she needs one or the other before she snaps.
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Jun. 2nd, 2014 04:53 pm8a88ler
It's the middle of his Algebra class when his phone buzzes, soft and discreet in the pocket of his pants and Adam twitches faintly in surprise at the sensation. For a moment he ignores it, but curiosity has always been his greatest sin and so when the teacher turns away, turns his attention to the whiteboard he slips a hand into his pocket, pulls his slim phone out. His code is a familiar pattern and hitting the notification is easy enough and so he doesn't really think before opening snap chat, trying to look discreetly down as he presses Porrim's familiar screen name.
As soon as the image loads discreet goes out the window, Adam choking softly, his knee slamming into the underside of his desk as he lets the shot close. He should have expected something like that, it's Porrim after all. He's just lucky the teacher doesn't look back, though there's a few glances from other classmates and Adam can practically feel himself giving it away, cheeks burning. The way his phone buzzes from where it's slipped between his legs doesn't help either and he finds himself cursing his teenage male hormones for not the first time this year.
He's more careful this time, though he breathes a small sigh of relief when it's just a text, a demanding, bathroom. it's only polite to return the favour. loading and Adam suppresses a groan. He almost thinks of ignoring it but she knows he opened her image, and he knows if he doesn't respond she'll just keep texting and as soft as the buzz is someone will eventually notice.
The fact that he can feel himself starting to get hard isn't helping either.
Coughing softly, half to clear his throat, half to get attention he tries to look innocent as he queries the teacher, "May I get a pass?" The man seems a little put out at the request but he nods anyway, waving a hand and Adam slips from his seat carefully, snagging his bag as he leaves the room. Only then does he slip his phone out, fingers quick as he types out a response to Porrim.
You know I'm at school, yeah?
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Jan. 22nd, 2014 10:28 pmarosewiththorns They had failed. Massively fucked up even, and in ways that not even she could have seen. The worst she had seen, had they failed was death, trident holes through her torso and a broken sword in Dave's. She hadn't predicted being brushed aside so easily, as if they truly were ants to her, only to be dragged away battered and bruised, Rose tasting blood on her lips even as she screamed for her brother. She had fought as best she could but in the end they are merely humans and trolls have proven time and time again that they are physically stronger than them.
Now Rose lives in solitude, filled with dark stares and threatening thoughts. She's passed down, a trophy for the Empress' highest followers, looked upon with disgust and mocking. Finally she finds herself being settled in one place, possession of a troll with the title Orphaner, the name Dualscar whispered in mutters. Rose doesn't speak in response, the mix of English and Alternian harsh to her ears. Even if she fully understood it she wouldn't care to reply. Her captors deserved no voice from her and inside Rose seethed, wishing half for the mercy of death or the chance to try again.
In truth she is a little surprised at the finery she's placed in, a rich purple and gold array of silks, having expected to be left in the rags of her old clothes. But in turn it makes sense to her, she is in fact a trophy of sorts, a reminder that rebellions could be so easily crushed, and those who incited them would wish they had found death. Thin wrists twist in her golden shackles, Rose half starved as punishment and idly she reaches for her throat, presses her fingers to the golden collar wrapped around it. There's some sort of symbol set in there, she can feel the pattern of gems inlayed in the metal, but the lack of mirror means she cannot make it out. Sharp points, running in what she assumes is parallel, and she drops her hands and stares dead at the wall.
And in the darkness, Rose waits.
Now Rose lives in solitude, filled with dark stares and threatening thoughts. She's passed down, a trophy for the Empress' highest followers, looked upon with disgust and mocking. Finally she finds herself being settled in one place, possession of a troll with the title Orphaner, the name Dualscar whispered in mutters. Rose doesn't speak in response, the mix of English and Alternian harsh to her ears. Even if she fully understood it she wouldn't care to reply. Her captors deserved no voice from her and inside Rose seethed, wishing half for the mercy of death or the chance to try again.
In truth she is a little surprised at the finery she's placed in, a rich purple and gold array of silks, having expected to be left in the rags of her old clothes. But in turn it makes sense to her, she is in fact a trophy of sorts, a reminder that rebellions could be so easily crushed, and those who incited them would wish they had found death. Thin wrists twist in her golden shackles, Rose half starved as punishment and idly she reaches for her throat, presses her fingers to the golden collar wrapped around it. There's some sort of symbol set in there, she can feel the pattern of gems inlayed in the metal, but the lack of mirror means she cannot make it out. Sharp points, running in what she assumes is parallel, and she drops her hands and stares dead at the wall.
And in the darkness, Rose waits.
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Getting to know the lil sis
Nov. 9th, 2013 02:16 ambeatofthescratchHolidays.
They really weren't Dave's favorite thing at all. So many responsibilities. Obligations to do Christmas movies. Photoshoots. Holiday dinners with important people. Visiting family.
It was the latter that Dave wasn't really looking forward to most of all. It wasn't that he didn't love his family or anything like that, it was just... Well, his parents had been more than a little frisky in their lifetime and by the time he was well into adulthood, by some miracle his mother's eggs had decided to be fertile. Thus, a sister was born when he'd already grown and made a life for himself.
Having a sister was... awkward, to say the least. He barely had a chance to know her, being busy with his movies and his life. It just wasn't conducive to spending time with her. In a way, being around his family was like looking in at someone else's family and not his own because he'd already been through all of the experiences Rose was going through. It was like they were new parents all over again and he was just a third wheel.
But like a good son, he came over for the holidays despite his reservations. A whole two weeks out of his December spent in awkward and uncomfortable misery. He came with expensive gifts, figuring he could make up for thoughtfulness with extravagance. They were put under the tree to await Christmas morning and then it was nothing but to talk. Answer questions about his movies, what his next project was, when he was going to settle down. The same old song and dance.
Except there was a difference. Rose. He couldn't really place it, but there was something... weird? He didn't know. Perhaps he was just over thinking things. He always did have a habit of doing that when Rose was involved. He barely knew her and he didn't know how to talk to her at all. Sometimes he felt inexplicably uncomfortable and he didn't know why.
Dave didn't want to dwell on it too much, though. He'd been there a few days by that point and at present, he was just getting back from having been dragged out by his mother for last minute Christmas shopping. It was late afternoon and they'd been at it for what felt like forever. He had things to do- a movie to write, mainly. So he retired to his room to get started on that. He slipped into the room, turning to press the door closed.
For a moment, he let his head rest against the door, lightly thumping his forehead against it. December was such a frustratingly long month.
They really weren't Dave's favorite thing at all. So many responsibilities. Obligations to do Christmas movies. Photoshoots. Holiday dinners with important people. Visiting family.
It was the latter that Dave wasn't really looking forward to most of all. It wasn't that he didn't love his family or anything like that, it was just... Well, his parents had been more than a little frisky in their lifetime and by the time he was well into adulthood, by some miracle his mother's eggs had decided to be fertile. Thus, a sister was born when he'd already grown and made a life for himself.
Having a sister was... awkward, to say the least. He barely had a chance to know her, being busy with his movies and his life. It just wasn't conducive to spending time with her. In a way, being around his family was like looking in at someone else's family and not his own because he'd already been through all of the experiences Rose was going through. It was like they were new parents all over again and he was just a third wheel.
But like a good son, he came over for the holidays despite his reservations. A whole two weeks out of his December spent in awkward and uncomfortable misery. He came with expensive gifts, figuring he could make up for thoughtfulness with extravagance. They were put under the tree to await Christmas morning and then it was nothing but to talk. Answer questions about his movies, what his next project was, when he was going to settle down. The same old song and dance.
Except there was a difference. Rose. He couldn't really place it, but there was something... weird? He didn't know. Perhaps he was just over thinking things. He always did have a habit of doing that when Rose was involved. He barely knew her and he didn't know how to talk to her at all. Sometimes he felt inexplicably uncomfortable and he didn't know why.
Dave didn't want to dwell on it too much, though. He'd been there a few days by that point and at present, he was just getting back from having been dragged out by his mother for last minute Christmas shopping. It was late afternoon and they'd been at it for what felt like forever. He had things to do- a movie to write, mainly. So he retired to his room to get started on that. He slipped into the room, turning to press the door closed.
For a moment, he let his head rest against the door, lightly thumping his forehead against it. December was such a frustratingly long month.
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Oct. 20th, 2013 11:27 pmtaleweaving Of course, if you asked Aranea, she had never intended for life to go like this. She had plans, so many well laid plans. Finish school, graduate at the top of her class, go into med school, graduate as one of the best and youngest doctors. She was going to help people, she was going to make a name for herself in the medical world. And she would do it all without having to run to her mother for assistance, or worry her younger sister. After all, she could scrimp and save for a few years, get a job as a waitress at nights. A lil less food and sleep wouldn't kill her.
Well that was the plan at least. But textbooks prove to be more expensive than first thought, even second hand, and even if her one bedroom apartment is tiny and dingy it still has rent to pay. And waitressing wasn't quite the money maker, even with tips. Aranea needed to do something else, and after hearing some other students talk about how much their own experiences with the sex industry paid off, well...
It had only taken a little of her time to look around and find something suitable. Not stripping, no way she could never have the confidence, and prostitution was way out of the question. But modelling... modelling wasn't too hard. All she'd have to do pose, in her underwear or less admittedly, but... she could do that. She was well aware of the gift's nature had given her anyway, and if it would help pay the bills...
So she had jotted down the address of the place looking for new models, forked out a little extra cash on a hair cut and slipped into a nice sundress, before heading off. The studio isn't that hard to find really, even is she's not super familiar with Soho and her phone's not great enough to be able to hold onto Google Maps, but either way Aranea gets there, slipping quietly through the front door, heading up to the empty receptionist desk. She waits for a few minutes, but when it becomes clear no one's coming yet she lightly taps the bell, calling out.
"Hello?"
Well that was the plan at least. But textbooks prove to be more expensive than first thought, even second hand, and even if her one bedroom apartment is tiny and dingy it still has rent to pay. And waitressing wasn't quite the money maker, even with tips. Aranea needed to do something else, and after hearing some other students talk about how much their own experiences with the sex industry paid off, well...
It had only taken a little of her time to look around and find something suitable. Not stripping, no way she could never have the confidence, and prostitution was way out of the question. But modelling... modelling wasn't too hard. All she'd have to do pose, in her underwear or less admittedly, but... she could do that. She was well aware of the gift's nature had given her anyway, and if it would help pay the bills...
So she had jotted down the address of the place looking for new models, forked out a little extra cash on a hair cut and slipped into a nice sundress, before heading off. The studio isn't that hard to find really, even is she's not super familiar with Soho and her phone's not great enough to be able to hold onto Google Maps, but either way Aranea gets there, slipping quietly through the front door, heading up to the empty receptionist desk. She waits for a few minutes, but when it becomes clear no one's coming yet she lightly taps the bell, calling out.
"Hello?"
