Thread: All Hail the High Queen! (FoxWriter/Uminator)

He nodded. precisely, and i'd be even worse off. Just because I left your side, doesn't mean they'd stop after all. he admitted, smiling at her and squeezing her hand back. He wondered sometimes, what it would be like to date Cleo, but he was always so content that he never bothered to ask, deciding that if she wanted to go further then she would. She was a very opinionated girl after all and wasn't one to be afraid that such a question would ruin their current relationship. Part of him didn't wonder though if she was just as content as he was? She was literally the only reason why he hadn't hung himself in his massive, empty mansion, or worse, starved to death. That would certainly get his fucking parents in trouble. Some days he almost thought it would be worth it, then Cleo would come along all smiles and chatters and he would forget his depression again. She was like an angel, leading him away from pain and sorrow. He wasn't even religious but that was sometimes all he could think about while laying in bed, was how Cleo was his guardian angel. huh. That's true. he huffed. but only if my parents fight it. They probably couldn't be bothered so i'd be emancipated in a matter of a few months right? he asked with a grin. and then i'll sue my parents for every freaking penny they have. he decided. He could only smile when Nattie set her hand on his head. It was well more than enough to comfort him. Part of him wished he had the courage to call her mom. She had been far beyond anything a mother was supposed to do in his mind. To him, Natalia was more than his mother, she had been his salvation. She was everything he had ever dreamed of in a mother and more. Still, he wasn't very brave and feared what calling her 'mum' would do. He never realized that he had before, late in the nights sick with fever or struggling to breath through an asthma attack. He had called her mom when his defenses where low and he couldn't think straight. Had Natalia ever directly asked though, he would have admitted he thought the things she managed to do was weird. He knew, he always knew. He'd been beaten up often enough to know that broken arms where not fractures the way she said, the way they healed. He knew his nose was borderline broken, and yet it would be almost as good as new in a matter of a day. He knew he should have scars, should be small and sickly from malnutrition, knew he should be stunted. He knew that she put something in his food to supplement him when he couldn't get any. He knew, but he never said anything, because he loved her and Cleo. Even if they turned out to be vampires, he would never turn them away. They'd never tried to snack on him before after all. Okay Nattie. he agreed with a smile, nt saying a thing about how he knew it was a bad fracture. Who was he to complain when she used that wonderful cooling gel on his face that took the burn out of his bruises and the sting out of his cuts and made the painful swelling in his nose and jaw go down. i'd appreciate it. Staying the night I mean. I hate going off home when it's so empty. he admitted before blushing bright red, as he always did when she told him to strip. He unbuttoned his shirt and set it over the chair and lifted his arms since they weren't hurt so she could get to his purple and blue ribs and stomach. They had focused there, so his chest was relatively free of bruises, he only had hand-printing on his arms where they had held him up and still. Two on each arm meaning it had been at least three against one, again. Neema would never say it, but Drixel was one of the very few she trusted completely. She knew he would never turn against her or their royal line. She had seen him step out of line only twice, and both times where for the People, for the High King. He had been the one to first discover the mutterings of an uprising and had first realized there was a rebel force gearing up for an attack. War had been on them far too swiftly for her to praise him for his loyalty and courage during the war. Maybe someday she would let him know just how well he had done. For now, she needed to focus on the task at hand. ...The Lady Freeya. she whispered, closing her eyes. she was... everything. she admitted. she was perfect in a way that I hope dearly that has been passed down to her daughter. she admitted. i still have no idea where he even found her. she admitted with a chuckle. he just came home with her one day, she was full of smiles and he looked more content than I had ever seen him. she admitted. she was such a special woman. she smirked at him. yes. You should be honored. she admitted before watching him. ...glasses? What function do they serve? bad eyesight had long ago been a problem able to be fixed with a few special eye-drops or a carefully done surgical procedure that lasted ten minutes and caused no pain depending on the severity of the problem. they do look rather fetching. she admitted, examining them. we will leave once the sun strikes the dwellings. she decided before sneering. earth? Might as well call it Dirt. she scoffed with a roll of her eyes and turned on her heal. Come! Drixel! We will sleep now, and be fresh for the dawn on this planet! being what they where, most only needed six or less hours of sleep. A hardened warrior like Neema only needed four. She would allow him the honor of the Concubines once the princess was found. After all, if they approved, he would need a few days off.