Thread: Between Love and Hate (Sølvi versus xxplaywithmexx)

Solveig The relief was almost palpable, like air being deflated from a balloon, filling her eyes with hope and releasing a breath she did not realize she was holding. How they'd go from here, she did not know. All that mattered was the moment between her and her brother, her twin. Thinking about the situation would ensure certain mental breakdown, considering their disruptive, toxic past, so Solveig pushed the thoughts down and away. Her lips found his instead again with urgence, her tongue on his. And then the pang in her chest told her to stop, and her lips and tongue halted their sinful dance. She drew her head back, her eyes coming to rest upon his. She allowed herself a small smile and a nod. It was completely and utterly terrifying, but she knew she could not live without Daycen any more. What happened in the past, his incessant mental torture, her obnoxious attitude, it was irrelevant. She was, after all, with.. his.. And I you, brother.. The whole idea made her laugh out loud, almost. Brother and sister, Prince and Princess.. it was disturbing, but her feelings were true and her heart knew it not to be a lie. What a fucked up little thing she was. She met his lips in a kiss again, far more urgent than before, her free hand tugging at his shirt softly. Had it not been for their injuries, Solveig would have begged her brother to fuck her right then and there. Her lips would depart Daycen's again, after a moment in complete bliss. Her voice was but a whisper as she rested her forehead against Dice's. We will go back to our Kingdom as soon as we're able to and we will tell mother and father that these lands are worthless. We will send Achard to battle, and we will make sure he will not return. Her eyes were hard, determined. She had not told Daycen yet, but she was almost certain that it had been Achard on the battlefield. Achard striking her brother down. He had to be eliminated. Briannen Briannen frowned as General Achard began his speech, and stayed silent throughout. The only indicated of that she was listening was the widening of her eyes and the frown that graced her features. She was confused. Why would Daycen not want to come to her Kingdom? Surely she was more important than just some throne? But as Achard continued to speak, her confidence wavered and she started to doubt herself. Had she not made a lasting impression upon him? Her eyes threatened to flood with tears, and when he was done speaking she looked every bit like the small child she really was. She shook her head, stood up and walked to the nearest window. General Achard.. he had just saved their lives, he had attended the Royal Banquet.. he must know what was going on. There was no way he could be lying to her. So Briannen, after taking a moment or two to herself, turned on her heels to face the man. She wanted Daycen. He had to be her King, she belonged to him. Together, they'd raise many children, and they would all make her proud. This was Briannen's fantasy. If anything would jeopardize that.. well.. Achard came up with the solution. She nodded curtly, not thinking for a second that this man could be a snake. Of course. I know how men get when it comes to their throne. She walked over to her writing desk and took out parchment and a quill. Promptly, she began to write. And you will ensure that Daycen will come to me willingly, correct? She asked, her voice taking on a condescending edge. She was, after all, higher in rank than Achard. Should he answer affirmatively, Briannen would continue to scribble. Then, she signed the document, put the royal seal over it, folded it and walked back over to Achard. You will have every resource my Kingdom has to offer to your disposal. Just get him to me. For the first time, she showed just how passionate she was for Daycen, perhaps bordering on the manic obsessiveness. I trust that you will get this done, General. and the unspoken threat was clear. Or else.