Thread: Attention!  (IWishThat&Valanaer)

The first moment his deep voice reached her ears she paused, eyes flashing to him before a slow smirk slipped across her lips. Mm. So her little prince was upset. It was obvious by how he spoke and the look in those piercing eyes. Wythe continued to kiss her, ignoring Ashal as he continued to touch jasmine. His hands slipped across her skin, gently unbuttoning her shirt and kissing the skin that slowly began to reveal itself. The second time Ashal spoke they both stopped, Jasmine having stopped Wythe from unbuttoning her skirt. Gently she pushed him back, eyebrow raised as she contemplated the man she had tied to her table. Wythe held his breath as he waited, almost expecting her to turn him away before she gave a soft yet surprisingly warm chuckle. I think our little prince wishes for some company. Wythe chuckled as well, large hands grasping hold of her hips to pull her hard against him once again. Yes, My Lady. It would seem that way as well. Obviously this wasn't turning out the way that Ashal had been hoping it would go. Honestly they weren't upset that Ashal had been speaking the way that the man had wished it. Really they just thought he was upset because he couldn't join. Of course if it hadn't been for his poor upbringing and the very fact that his lowly position disgusted jasmine she would have no qualms with having him join but because of the circumstances she was completely against it, Wythe knew this. His dark eyes moved o the tent flaps once again. Thomas! He snapped one of the guards name, the boy from before appearing once again. Go get Christine. Now. The boys hand snapped to his forehead before he uttered a sir and turned and left. It was only moments later that he was pulling a girl into the room, her skin just as dark as Ashal's. There was shouting outside for a moment before it seemed to fade and the girls head lifted, fear and anger in her bright eyes. They were the same color as the sky, a brilliant blue that seemed to dazzle in the soft light. She muttered under her breath in english, saying something about the people being in the room being bastards. Before jasmine's fingers snapped and Thomas pushed the girl towards Ashal, watching her stumble to her knees, dark hair covering her face for a moment. Christine. Dress his wounds and give him some.. She gave a small chuckle. Company. The smirk on her lips practically screamed arrogance. She knew Christine couldn't refuse such an order and she watched as the girl pushed the hair from her face. Slowly Christine stood, mumbling once again as she glared at Jasmine and then the tent flaps. For a moment it seemed as if she was going to try and make a dash for it but a moment later she sighed. There was no point in trying, she wouldn't make it. Turning she glanced to the man tied to the table before she headed over towards him. This is going to hurt, Ashal. She said the words softly, obviously knowing exactly who he was. Christine was from the same region but not the same tribe, a different one that had been waring with Ashal's before this had all happened. Reaching out she touched the still bleeding wounds, making sure there was nothing inside them before she started to gently clean them once again. She was much gentler than the man had been and she was much slower, making sure he was clean before she found some bandages. As she worked jasmine's eyes watched them, never leaving the pair even as Wythe's hands moved across her skin again, stripping her of her shirt before starting to work on her skirt.