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Thread: Caught Up in the Act (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

Decorum was everything. She was expected to always comport herself as a lady, to instill that sense of propriety and refinement in her students. Teaching history alone wasn't enough she was expected to be a good example to her students, to be a confidante and an advocate, to behave as a proper lady and to expect the same behavior from them in turn. And here she was now, sitting with a prince, the very embodiment of the ideas of courtly and proper carriage and regal confidence, and he was telling her to relax. It felt a little strange to her, like going shopping with a police officer and seeing them shoplift. It was so strange to be told to break the rules of proper polite society by a person in a position that embodied those rules. And of course that was before he began to rub her shoulders. Because that just took the whole thing to an entirely new, surreal level. Not that he wasn't good at it far from it, her tense muscles seemed to melt under his hands. But it was the familiarity of it that made her nervous. She wasn't...how to put this delicately...she was an academic at heart. With all of the social awkwardness and bashful uncertainty that came with that. She hadn't been around attractive, charming people before without the buffer of a shared interest. And she was fairly sure that only her closest friends would have ever thought of rubbing her neck and shoulders. He was wonderfully good at it but she just couldn't help feeling very shy about the whole thing. Still, she was being silly and he was explaining to her why she was being so silly. It simply wouldn't do for her to not at least attempt to relax around him. I...suppose you're right. She said quietly, smiling a little at his suggestion that they make silly faces at the camera. Very well. I'll try to make the most atrociously childish faces possible. And might I remind you, your highness, I teach middle school. I am a bit of a connoisseur of atrociously childish faces. She could manage this. She could do this. And it was going to be the most brilliantly wonderful day of her life.
Thread: Caught Up in the Act (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

Well, it looks like I've got a challenge, said Perseus, smiling. Though I have some experience as well I've got some little cousins who can misbehave like it's nobody's business when their parents aren't around. And I may or may not join in from time to time. He finished rubbing her shoulders and walked around in front of her, offering Theo his hand. Shall we? For the next fifteen shots, Perseus made faces at the camera alongside Theodora. Besides making bunny ears behind her head, he grimaced, rolled his eyes and even turned up his nose with his thumb. He managed to keep himself composed, as composed as one can be while making faces at a camera, but burst out into fits of giggles between shots. He couldn't speak for Theo, but the prince was enjoying himself immensely. When it seemed like Ms. Diaz was starting to grow tired of their antics, Perseus turned to Theo and grinned at her. I think we might be getting on Ms. Diaz's nerves now, he said, in that proud way that a child who had just caused mischief would. Perhaps it's best if we move on to some poses that she can actually publish? Would you prefer to go back to standing arm in arm or should we waltz? He cocked an eyebrow slyly, an impish look in his eyes. Or perhaps you'd prefer some of the more harlequin poses?
Thread: Caught Up in the Act (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

She felt terribly foolish to be doing this, but at the same time, it was quite fun to pull the corners of her mouth back with her fingers, to cross her eyes and curl her tongue up to almost touch her nose, to mimic the prince's pig nose expression. It didn't take long for her to find herself dissolving into giggles as well, and bless Ms. Diaz for being so patient with them. The woman looked as though she were having to corral unruly elementary children and she wondered how often the prince did this on photo shoots. Ohh, no one ever saw the photos like this, she was sure, but there had to be ones out there like this. It made her smile a bit to think about it, about him being so relaxed and friendly and open. Not to mention that...much as she hated to admit it, hated to be that sort of girl, it was easy to become desperately infatuated with a man who was so full of easy good humor and playfulness. However, all the good fun had to come to an end sometime, and she shook her head a bit and rubbed her cheeks to get them to stop tingling from all of the stretchy faces she'd been making. He looked incredibly pleased with himself, and she couldn't deny that such antics did leave one with a certain sense of accomplishment. However, as much fun as it was, she didn't think she was quite ready for Harlequin romance poses just yet. I...we could..we could try waltzing. She said, looking down at her tweed suit and laughably sensible shoes. I suppose I might look rather silly waltzing in this. She said, smoothing her jacket and skirt self-consciously. However, she found herself far more relaxed than she had been before, and not just because of his ridiculously wonderful shoulder rub. He was...charming. Not in that coolly impersonal way that she'd always imagined royalty to be, but in a fresh, friendly sort of way. And she liked it. And found herself wishing that she might have more than just one day with him to experience all of the fun and excitement and unruly good humor he exuded so effortlessly.
Thread: Caught Up in the Act (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

As you wish, my lady, said Perseus, bowing and offering her his hand with a flourish of his wrist. While the gesture was practiced, it was nowhere near as stiff or formal as his male relatives might perform it. Where his older brothers were stiff as a board, Perseus's body was like a bent bough there was energy contained in his body ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. And spring he did the moment Theo's hand touched his, Perseus righted himself and immediately began moving, pulling Theo along with him. Despite the initial shock of sudden movement, it wasn't hard to keep pace with the prince. While Perseus was a skilled actor, he had a passion for dance that was rivaled by few. Perseus was energetic by nature, so an art form that required motion, such as dance, came naturally to him. Despite the fact that he'd had many lessons in various forms of dance, he was easily able to judge Theodora's skill level and adjust himself to it, making her feel like she was dancing with the prince rather than being dragged along by him. As they danced, Perseus wrapped his arm tightly around Theo's waist, pulling her close to him and pressing her chest against his. He looked down at her, the prince's eyes locking with the teacher's, a smile on his face as the camera captured their likeness. As they danced, Perseus's hand gently slipped lower until it rested on her bottom. Without breaking eye contact, he gave her ass a playful squeeze while his gaze remained playful, there was a slight hint of calculation in his eyes as he judged her reaction.
Thread: Caught Up in the Act (Collector of Rarities x Nobodysangel)

Theo had never really danced before. Ohh, there had been school socials and such things but she hadn't ever really been involved with those, and she was a teacher herself now, so no dancing involved at any of the school functions she attended chaperon duty only. So it was more than a little awkard trying to figure out where to put her hands and feet when he'd suddenly swept her up into his arms and began to guide her across the set floor. He was a prince, she reminded herself as she blushed, seeing him looking down at her with a playful expression. It only stood to reason that he'd magnificent at dancing. Even after the events of the Black Rebellion and the changing political map of the world, princes were still expected to be courtly and dashing and cultured. And damned if he didn't live up to the hype. Of course, that was what made the feel of his hand on her bottom so jarringly unexpected. She stared up at him, eyes widening behind her glasses, and couldn't help but stumble slightly, her cheeks flaming a bright red. Had he...surely he hadn't meant to do it. Surely it had been an accident, a slip, his hand had just slid off of her hip, that was all. Nothing more to it. She felt her stomach clench slightly as she glanced away, uncertain of how to respond. He didn't...he didn't look as though it had been an accident, but what else could it be? Was he trying to tease her into being less nervous? It had certain backfired because a prince of Britannia squeezing her bottom in the middle of a photo shoot was hardly going to make her less nervous. Was he teasing her? He did have a playful smile on his face, so maybe it was just a joke, a quick little grope to elicit a surprised squeal out of her. Nothing more than that, certainly.
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Thread: A Cold Summer, A Warm Winter [darkangel76 x Chammy]

She traveled through a rainbow, light and color scintillating and flowing around her as she felt herself pulled by a bright light. At first, it was too difficult to see, spots blurring her vision. The first step onto solid ground was a stumble. As her vision cleared, it was obvious that she was no longer in a realm she belonged the sky was divided like a compass. Two quadrants of a a comforting, crisp blue a quadrant the sapphire color of the Summer sky and a quadrant the dreary gray of the Winter sky. In each slice of the sky sat its own sun. She couldn't tell herself why, but the woman knew that it was morning still, that the four stars would converge - directly overhead - at midday. As overwhelming as the sky was, the outlandish people were even more startling. Each was a head taller than your average human male, wearing helms shaped in the likeness of a dragon's head and face. Each was adorned with a peacock's share of feathers that dragged along the stone as flimsy as they looked, she could sometimes here the scrape of metal on rock as they moved. She'd even seen the blacksmith of her town cut to ribbons with a whip of the outlanders' strange headdress. Each carried a strange sort of mancatcher, a polearm meant to trap and guide cattle in her world. Here, she was the cattle being forced about. She was pushed towards a building, a tall tower, away from the slit that parted her world from this one. She was one of many that were driven towards the pearl tower. One of the beings was there upon a dais. Despite the way he was outnumbered, he stood proudly atop the herd of humanity, his golden armor shimmering in the light that was amplified through the crystal windows. He did not wear the alien helm of the others his was a crown and headdress of white gold and fur that trailed down to his calves. He yelled a word, but somehow, every person in the room understood, despite their differing nationalities. Just two syllables but an entire idea formed in their collective minds at the utterance of that ancestral word. Silence, cattle! You are but sow waiting for the plate, lest we deem otherwise! This, of course, caused an outcry. The elven creature slammed the staff he wielded into the dais and an arc of electrical current ran through the masses, sending each and every one of the humans to their knees, painfully. The woman was beginning to understand, now. Captured in the night! Stolen away! Possibly to be eaten by the tall humanoids! She had crossed over to the Faerie Realm!
Thread: A Cold Summer, A Warm Winter [darkangel76 x Chammy]

The trip had been quick, a mere blur in time as she'd passed from her own world into this strange one where the inhabitants were ominously beautiful. She felt the otherworldly push driving her forward to a fate unknown, a fate that seemed to rest in the hands of these strange people. Their faces were almost angelic, chiseled beauty as they stared cold and hard at her and those about her as they swarmed en masse in what seemed to be a prison. She heard the one standing above in all his glory shout down as he caused an arc of electricity to sweep over them all. Without being able to resist, her knees buckled and wobbled, giving way until she fell to the ground with a hard thud. Ooof, she groaned, her hands extending outward to recover and regain balance. On all fours, she looked up through a cascade of brown waves that had fallen in front of her face and over her shoulders. Oh, that face, that haughty, angelic face. He was smiling down at them all as they knelt and groveled before them. She twisted her head, peering out at the others like herself. They were all on the groundsome crying, some hyperventilating. The sight was surreal as her own panic began to set in, the reality that she was no longer home and probably never would be again. Just what did these beings want? These Elven-like beings of old? If they were the creatures of Faerie stories then... where was their sense of chivalry and duty? Oh, the stories had all been wrong! So very wrong indeed! Peering up at the abnormal sky, she felt her tummy twist into knots, bile rising as her mouth suddenly tasted of metal. Dry heaving, she doubled over, salty tears flowing from dark eyes. Meanwhile where the sky was still blue and the sun shone a golden yellow, Caelyn sat next to a babbling brook. Her bared feet flirted with the cool water as it ran over them while she absently threw pebbles as the cresting waves. Smiling, she let out a soft sigh and finally laid back against the cool, green grass of the bank, taking in the lush scents of the air. It was the perfect summer day, much like they all were within the Faerie Realm. As she slowly exhaled, she perked up suddenly realizing that more humans had come through the portal, had entered the realm. Caelyn's heart wept for the poor creatures, so helpless upon their arrival. Some of the Fae could be so cruel. Biting down on her lip, she sat up and brought her knees to her chest and finally stood up. Smoothing out the filmy white of her skirt, she began to walk to where she could view the Towers, her blonde curls flowing behind her as she did, her thoughts swirling, pondering whether she dare go and comfort the poor creatures who'd entered such a strange place.
Thread: A Cold Summer, A Warm Winter [darkangel76 x Chammy]

Caelyn only had to offer a thought when she stood at the base of the tower. Two pair of wings, made of nothing more than a fae energy, lifted her to the landing where the other fae were bidding on the new human slaves. A stocky male, stripped of every scrap of garment, went to an eager looking countess of the Fall Court. An underling took the male by a silver chain the stupid look on his face signaled a complete inability to fight back, as soon as the loop went around his neck. He plodded after the Fall servant, away from the building to wherever he would be stored for a time. The was a voice, startlingly close to Caelyn the man dressed in flowing black robes had just appeared next to her. Countess Caelyn, isn't it? He was nearly a head taller than Caelyn, his face the same ageless face of the nigh-immortal faery. Where others had a bit of color to them, he was nearly as pale as her dress. His eyes were a gray-blue. If ever it was obvious to anyone, he was a Winter Court count. Possibly even a prince. As I understand it, you've been able to look at a slave and tell how... resolute they are. How hard they will be before they come to heel. Well, word certainly got around fast. I was hoping you could do me the favor. His eyes roamed her body, possessively, before turning to the center of the room. Another human was lifted through the opening, a magic field placed underneath them to stand upon. If the human were to try and attack one of the fae, they simply dropped them back into the room below, atop their fellow humans. It usually decided things quickly. Next up for auction, the auctioneer began. The problem is, she must be... pretty. Not in the fae sense of reasoning, no. But attractive enough not to be an eyesore. And most absolutely, it must be female, he reiterated. How imposing of him he hadn't even offered his name.
Thread: A Cold Summer, A Warm Winter [darkangel76 x Chammy]

Care and attention? he asked. It was almost as if she'd answered anything - except - the question he'd posed to her. His face was unreadable, as most nobles were, running his hand down a long beard. It reminded her of the ever-amorous satyr that called the Summer Realms home. Honestly, if there was something that could detract from the realm of her birth, it was the fact that there were enough rutting beastmen to make traveling far too... interesting... for a lone rider. I wanted to know how strong she was. The will. Ego. He stared at the dark-haired human. Hm... I suppose she has nice dugs, for such a lowly creature, he pondered aloud, a slim finger brushing along his lower lip. He raised his hand to bid on her. I'll trust your judgement, his voice purred. Caelyn, if a gentleman were to court you, what family would he seek? Ah, nobles. Filling the air with hot noise. All he wanted was her last name, that of her father, or that of her husband. Fae marriages were not the same as those the humans shared no, adultery was fairly commonplace, especially when males used the affections of a woman to vex one another. Then, it was just a matter of time until the female grew bored or one of the males drew a sword. Sex, violence, and worse how far the fae had fallen. But this prince seemed to revel in it. The smile he wore when he thought she wasn't looking. She knew then that she'd doomed a mortal. His hand raised again to counter-bid. There were a few other princes that seemed antagonistic towards our fair prince. They wished to annoy the Winter Court prince. Calm and collected, he never once let the others see a shred of suffering he couldn't allow it. His hand slowly rose and fell, often rising at the last moment of the counter-bid. The war continued, until he had offered five-hundred of his house to join the ranks of the navy. Chaos had to be held at bay, and what a way to do so, idling away while sending others to their likely deaths. No one raised a hand. Even if the thought crossed Caelyn's mind, he seemed to lock her with an icy stare whenever she dared to counter his bids. He won the bid. He stepped forward, turning sharply on a heel to face her. He bent at the waist in a bow, arm folding over his midsection. My lady, he excused himself, eager to examine his prize in the dark of a holding cell. It was a short walk to the cell. It was warmly lit, a crystal hanging from the ceiling, spinning slowly. The yellow-orange light was emanating from this warped diamond shard. Here, the human waited, until a black-robed faerie entered the room. The door closed, the green ivy knitting back together across the frames of the door. The pale elf grinned it wasn't a very promising sight. Welcome, little one... We have much work to do...
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Thread: The Art Project (Wildfire)

Well...today had been interesting to say the least. Jason had always been talented when it came to art, and it had been one of his favourite hobbies. Too bad his dad never realised he wanted it to stay solely as a hobby and had pressured him to attending an art class at the local community college. The 17 year old had hoped to avoid going, but it was hard to say no to his dad. He was a remarkably scary man at times. And that was probably why his mother had divorced him, and why Jason spent most of his life in her custody. His mother was a hell of a woman, smart and kind, supportive...and while he didn't want to admit it, she was attractive to boot. Incredibly so, to the point where Jason had far too many filthy thoughts about her. She just HAD to be the woman they chose to model naked for the anatomy class. It had been incredibly awkward for him, and her too most likely. But neither of them said anything aloud, because god knows how awkward things would get if either brought it up to the class as a whole. So Jason finally made it home that evening after a long walk to clear his head, his pad tucked neatly under his arm. Therein was his mothers nude portrait, the most detailed and accurate thing he had ever drawn in his life, yet still incomplete. He walked through the hard wood floors of the entanceway Hey mom, are you home? he called out.