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Thread: The Queen and the Celt (Sharub & Chaos)

The Queen listened carefully to the words of that foreign man, trying to understand his words, trying to appeal to the teaching she had to withstand in her childhood, until she hummed in entertained delight, almost smiling Hit him, Captain, roughly. said her, waiting for her Captain to obey, while she kept speaking ...my mens are soft, you say, Slave? Still the weak and soft mens captured you, and now you stand here, in chains, held by less of a dozen of those weak mens... the same weak mens now ready to slit your throat open and let your corpse to melt in a rotting carcass out in the desert, with a pole holding you from your bowels to the mouth... her eyes smirked at the guards that laughed, taunting the prisoner. I might put you in the pits said her with voice full of wonder ...then we will see if your bets will prove true or result of a boastful desperate. she paused, giving the impression that her decision was taken, instead, she spoke again, lifting her torso from the pool's rim, her breasts covered in water drops, shining like diamonds But you impressed me, slave. You understood what my Devine voice said. You are stupid, if you think that your behaviour would be tolerated among the slave's ranks, but as Heran foreseen... the fat man bowed in delight at her words ...you might serve Me well. her eyes looked him again with a smirk This slave disrespected Your Goddess. Bring him in the cells. We'll see if he understands his position. Heran... i trust in your judgement, bring him to me when he'll be useful. and with that, she stood up from the waters, slowly and elegantly moving to the steps, welcomed by the careful attenctions of her slaves, carrying dry cloths, carefully drying her delicate skin, capturing every drop rolling on her body like it was a dangerous enemy. Heran. I want him begging for his life in two days. If he fails, you will join him in the pits. said her with a calm voice as a slave begun to knot a golden necklace on her slender neck, while another begun to unroll a white linen cloth around her waist. Sharepsut smiled to herself as the slave was carried away, enjoying the way such a warrior appeared in her court, savouring the ways he could serve her...
Thread: The Queen and the Celt (Sharub & Chaos)

Sharepsut eyes flickered with disbelief, seeing that man, the same man her soldiers and guards mocked for being tired, hungry and finally weak enough and being dragged around in chains like the beast he was, now making fun of her guards again, tossing them around like they were made of papyruses, kicking them and shoving them to the ground, one over the other like drunkards in a night of feast, and before anyone else could react, he was free to do whatever he liked, the chains still clinking around his wrists clearly unimpeding his will and might, ready to jump at her with a leap. It was matter of a blink. Less. The bathing slaves yelping in fear, while the slaves in charge for her safety gulped and begun to rush toward him with their swords and spears, ready to pierce the foreigner on spot. Her eyes followed his motions, her ears listening to him like his voice was as esteemed as her chosen ministers, her smart brain still fatiguely translating his words. No. She needed time. She wanted to know. CEASE! ordered her with a shrill of her voice, raising her right hand in the meantime, and, like a magic, everyone in the pool with the idea to kill him froze and looked at her, still pointing their weapons at him, circling him, more guards approaching her, ready to make wall with their bodies. The young queen nodded at the foreigner, motioning him with her hands, granting his wishes This slave pleases me. He entertained Your Queen in this boring and otherwise tedious day. Heran, You brought me a fine addition, thou services shall be finely rewarded. mused her, without turning her gaze away from her newest addition, playing with the golden collar-like jewelry. While you all, soldiers... her voice stern, condemning You all. Your Devine Queen does not want to see none of you ever again. Disappear from my palace. Flee from my domains! Again, her hand moved slowly, shooing them, as well as indicating her guards to look menacingly at them, urging the defeated soldiers to quicken their thoughts and obey her order. Heran, bring this slave to my quarters. I want to know more. with those last words, she clapped her hands twice, making her guards to proceed in front of her, escorting her past the hallway, until the heavy doors slammed shut behind her. The fat man took a sigh of relief, knowing that despite the rubble, he pleased the Queen and will receive a reward. Approaching the unnamed slave, he cleared his voice, yet sounding high-pitched and sounding like coming from a thatre actor You pleased your Queen, warr...Slave. This is the first and most important step you have to achieve once you make your way past the Royal Palace's gates his fat fingers adjusting his thick rings You've heard her. She wants to talk with you. Do you understand her? ...do you understand me? asked him arching an heavily darkened eyebrow, guards approaching him with a still menacing behaviour.
Thread: The Queen and the Celt (Sharub & Chaos)

The guards slowly left, anger and revenge in their hearts, swearing to each other that they would regain their honor and see justice for this outrage. They left her palace, and sought out the others who had helped capture the man leaving together to form a plan. They would not stand for this embarrassment. The warrior grinned as the queen spoke well of him, and stood up straight as he loomed over her, looking down to the lovely woman as she spoke out orders. He would have to change her thoughts on him being a slave. He would never submit to the idea. He watched her leave, before turning to the fat man who took credit for bringing him in. He knew the word slave by now, and he looked down hard at the man, placing a hand on his shoulder with a slight grip. I understand enough little man. Know this. I am no one's slave. I will bow down to no one. I do things as I wish, and I will not submit. He said, and then moved on, walking to the guards, flexing his muscles slightly and looked at them both. Alright. Lead the way. He told them with a grin. He looked forward to talking with this queen that everyone feared and obeyed, wondering what she would have in mind for him. He already knew what he had in mind for her.
Thread: The Queen and the Celt (Sharub & Chaos)

Heran chuckled at the foreigner's words, his lips curling in an amused smile oh... you are a slave, and you will bow, you will do what you are told, when you are told... thought him, still, he did not say a word to him, barely moving aside with the same smirk on his face, allowing the guards to escort the slave to the Queen immediately, the guards looked sternly at him, the last slave that have yet to understand his place, both fighting the urge to punch him in the face, refraining only at the thought that the Queen wished that male to be intact, and so, with a sight, they escorted him away, leaving the pool behind them, trough the long path coasted by immense pillars until they reached the main building, moving swiftly, skipping other slaves and servants of their Devine Queen, until they reached her chambers. As soon as a slave tied the knot to another golden necklace on her back, the young queen slowly walked to a triclinium nearby, lying on it with a feline-like care and sensuous move, taking a satisfied sigh when fully relaxed. Behind the triclinium a dozen slaves waited silently her orders some carring a feathered fan, some trays with water and inhebriant beverages, other fruits and others again keeping an hand on their khopeshes, ready to give their lifes for their queen. Suddently, a slave walked to her with a quick pace, his steel necklaces clinking in the otherwise silent room. Kneeling in front of her, eyes to the floor, the slave announced with pride The new slave is here, Your Devine Highness... Without waiting further, she motioned him to leave, and with another bow he obeyed and left, going to announce the guards outside to let the slave come forth. Alone. Sharepsut smiled inwardly, not letting her caramel lips to betray her superiour demeanor, even if she decided to have fun with the new slave. A foreigner. And from his gaze on her, like if he had never seen a naked woman, she knew he was already falling down. Quickly adjusting her body on the triclinium, letting her right arm to lift her right breast like a shelf, sure to make the man that believes to be strong, to swindle and crumble, just before the doors opened, allowing him to come forth.
Thread: The Queen and the Celt (Sharub & Chaos)

Still chained up but with no one holding them, he made a loud racket as he walked, the four chains dragging behind him as he followed the lowly fat one to the doors. Glacing at both guards, he gave them an unamused look, even yawning in boredom. I don't suppose either of you guys got the key for these cuffs or these chains do you? He asked, and then shrugged when they just continued to stare at them. He waited for them to open the door, before walking in, glancing around at all the overly lavish things around him. This was not the first time he had been in a palace or castle. He had earned the favor of a king or ruler or two in his past, and been given a few feasts in his honor. He was well known, at least in some areas, for his expertise with the blade. He wasn't sure what they had done with his sword, but he'd have to inquire upon it later. He looked up at the queen finally, her chest still bare save for some jewelry above her bosom, and he chuckled softly to himself, a small smile appearing on his face as he noticed she had her breasts propped up. It was clear she would try to seduce him to gain the upper hand, although really, as long as he was chained up like this, she had it. He looked over, and stepped forward, closing the distance to be no less then seven feet. Well queen, here I am. What do you wish to talk with me about? he said, and eyed the food. Perhaps these discussions would go over easy if you were to unchain me, and allow me to eat. Perhaps I would be more agreeable then, wouldn't you think? He highly doubted she would be willing to uncuff him so soon, but that was a bone he would have to chase until she did so. He couldn't stand being bound like this, and he would only bear it for so much longer.
Thread: The Queen and the Celt (Sharub & Chaos)

The queen looked at him, with a mixed gaze of disgust, admiration and amusement, as she watched that foreigner trying to get the best out of that situation, trying to achieve what a slave and prisoner cannot even dream to deal, speaking as a king instead of kneeling in pity and misery, begging for his life. She remained silent, even after he finished speaking, lazily looking at her fingernails and adjusting her jewels. But with a motion of her fingers, the guards took again hold of his chains, pulling him back, away from her. And who are you? asked her, with a solemn tone in her young voice Who are you that even with chains around your limbs... You that were presented to me as a prisoner... gifted with the honor to serve Me as a slave... and yet, you dare to Speak to me like a common peasant, speaking without permission and before i told you to speak!? And the insolence, coming from a slave to offer me a deal? the guards tugged the chains every now and then, underlining her words, words that returned normal, with an amused calm on her face You still seem not to understand your position, slave. Neither you do seem to see the odds. The odds playing against you. You are alone. And neither at full strenght. You are tired. Hungry. Chained. I am a Goddess. A Queen. I have a nation that will get in line for the honor to obey me and kill you... her eyes looked into his BUT. You entertained me, Slave. with a wave of her fingers, the guards released the hold of his chains, letting him to relax You are uneducated. A brute. You don't know how to deal. Nor how to speak with a Queen. I do bet you neither have the idea on what respect is. But i like playing games. I would like not to see such valiant warrior to end his days chained in a forgotten pit or abandoned in the desert. the queen tried to see his reactions to her words before lying more comfortably on the triclinium, one arm behind her head, as she toyed with the light, casting reflexes in the room from a diamond on her wrist You will serve in the Barracks. Tell my Captain... new captain... how to properly train. Now Go. With a wave she shooed them away What is your name? I like those strange names coming from outside my domain...
Thread: RP: Revolve [ Horror_Show & last_true_romantic ]

Charlotte and their mother looked at each other and there was silence for a few seconds. Her mother just kind of grinned and went off doing her own things in the kitchen as Charlotte looked at Chase. She had kept his guitar for keepsake, but it just didnt set collecting dust. Every since he left which was over seven to eight years ago, she kept it and learned to play it. She kind of made it her own because it had been his for so long. He never had asked about it before so she assumed he wouldnt mind. She leaned on one of her bare feet and shrugged. I can get it for youI may have used it more than once. She said jogging through the living room to round up the stairs. He could hear her eagerly running up to her room to go retrieve the acoustic. She kept it in fantastic shape, she always had it tuned, had always had a good set of strings on it and had even had it sanded down and waxed. She always wanted to paint it but because it was never actually given to her, she hadnt done that. She had taught herself how to play and paid for lessons just to shape up on a few of her skills, she played for fun but had even written her own music and covered lots of her favorite songs posting them to her own youtube channel, one he wouldnt even know existed. She grabbed the guitar in its case and by the time she got to the door, he was already standing there. She smiled, but was just slightly red in the face. She handed it to him. Sorry, I kept it in good shape for you. She said, as if she embarrassed for taking it. When they were younger he would always play and she would listen or he would play something he knew she could sing and would play as they both sung. She had lots of good memories like that growing up with Chase. She had an older tree-house their father had built, she still climbed up sometimes and filmed when she played.
Thread: RP: Revolve [ Horror_Show & last_true_romantic ]

His words were painful to hear. At one point in her earlier years she may have been actually happy to hear something similar, but with maturity came deeper emotions. She wanted Chase happy and for a good while she assumed he was with Kate. How long had his pain lasted? She imagined the whole relationship must have been shit because of Kate. It made her heart ache, Chase didnt deserve that. He had the kindest heart. As he finished he balled his fist, clenching his eyes trying to keep his now silent tears at bay. Charlotte was holding back her own emotions but let her hand silently slide over his. She stayed quiet letting her head fall, it was just the two of them. like it used to be. Luckily it wouldnt change, not this time. They were strong together. The bizarre connection they once had was slowly igniting. Charlotte had stayed with him for a good while, she thought maybe Chase had fallen asleep and had quietly gotten up to dismiss herself. To her astonishment he knew immediately when she moved and had grabbed her arm, she turned to look at his swollen red eyes. He didnt have to say anything, he needed her and didnt want to be alone. So once again, without thinking because her body had a mind of its own, she crawled in beside him on the twin bed, he took up most of it. Her body was slim and petite, and she awkwardly mended against his own body. Her back was to his front. She thought it might be difficult to sleep, that her mind might start freaking out, but she started fading, she wouldnt notice he was softly, lovingly messaging her head, playing with her hair which put her out. Her own steady breathing, scent and presence would let Chase pass out, pulling her closer to him underneath the covers in the twin bed. They would both sleep soundly throughout the night into the morning. Later in the morning, the bright summer sunshine would be shining through the light curtains making Charlotte blink. It wouldnt take long for her mind to process where she was and why. She was warm, enveloped in Chases body warmth, his arm was snuggly wrapped around her small waist pressing her into him, they were basically spooning. She would be able to tell he was still asleep. She was debating if she should try to discretely get up, but she figured it might wake him. So she lay there half awake, half asleep as her mind trying to rationalize the situation.
Thread: RP: Revolve [ Horror_Show & last_true_romantic ]

Charlotte was so upset, sobbing, choking on her own breaths as she struggled to keep it together and she wasnt doing a very good job of it. In her mind, the worst-case scenario was playing out even though what was happening was the exact opposite. She hadnt had time to calm down and understand he wasnt disgusted or repulsed by her feelings toward him, he wasnt angry or mad but alright with it. He had cupped her cheeks, making her look up at him. She sniffled, her mouth open as she took soft breaths, seeing his own emotions, this would be the second time she had ever witnessed him crying. He was very vulnerable and emotional himself lately. His words were not what she was expecting as he said if she was fucked up, then so was he. She had no time to let those words sink in before he leaned in to press his lips to her own. His lips were warm and soft against her own, her lips were chapped but she sat there, eyes briefly closed. She would open her tearful eyes to see him with his forehead against hers, their noses brushing against each others as he spoke. I'm the one who needs to be sorry. I pried and broke your trust. But don't ever apologize for how you feel Charlotte, ever. You are allowed to feel and can share anything with me. He finally pulled away giving her distance, even allowing her to exit the tree house if she wanted but she was just stunned, like a deer would be looking at headlights. She was leaning back on her wrists, eyeing him catching her breath. He had just literally kissed her. She blinked more tears playing back all his words, how he had admitted to loving her, that he was also messed up to him just telling her not to be sorry and she was allowed to feel the way she did. That meant he was okay with her feelings? He was alright with the fact she was attracted to him? Did that mean he did her as well? He did just kiss her on the lips! She sat up, wiping her nose with her hoodie sleeve not caring she got snot on it. She looked at him silently. You dont care? Your okay with me.. She couldnt say it at this moment and let eyes look elsewhere. You..you feel the same? She asked, almost horrified but it was because she was so scared. Her entire world was collapsing and she was trying to pull it together. You want me? She asked, ashamed. She sucked in another breath, tears still forming. She let her hand hold the bridge of her nose as she let out another pitiful little sob.
Thread: RP: Revolve [ Horror_Show & last_true_romantic ]

Chase hadn't planned on kissing her that night or admitting his feelings, but it all just happened to fast and he couldn't control his emotions. Usually, he tried to be the calm and reserved one, but after Kate had broken him, Chase was having a harder time holding back the truth. He could swear he could still feel the warmth of Charlotte's lips on his own, even after the kiss broke and he pulled away. The kiss had sent an electrifying jolt through his whole body, something he had never felt kissing anyone else, not even Kate, and he wanted to feel it again. Only when Charlotte was ready though. He watched Charlotte with baited breath after he pulled away, hoping and praying he hadn't just made a huge mistake by kissing her. But she had said she loved him, that she was attracted to him, so wouldn't she want it? He hadn't asked though and knew that could get him into trouble. Chase let his eyes wash over Charlotte as she leaned back, looking at him stunned and clearly running through a million thoughts as she processed what had just happened. The way her mouth was just slightly agape, her short breaths, the way her eyes looked at him, it was a lot to take in and still very attractive. Chase swallowed hard and shifted his body a little, trying to his the physical reaction he was having. He listened as Charlotte spoke, her words still soft as she tried to wrap her head around the whole situation that had just unfolded. When she looked away, his heart sank a little. The shame and horror she was feeling were clear in her tone, and it scared him, that maybe she realized that after the kiss, she didn't really feel the same anymore. Or maybe she just still felt bad about her attraction to him. I-I.. Chase studdered and shifted his position again, his hands moving to his lap to hide the growing bulge. I do Charlotte. I think that was why I got with Kate. She reminded me so much of you, or I thought she did. He sighed deeply and looked at his feet. I never really came to terms or admitted to myself, how I felt about you. I just tried to forget, push it down, and move on. I didn't want to hurt you....but that backfired big time. Chase swallowed again and reached one hand out toward his sister, close enough that she could see it even with her downward gaze and take it if she wanted, but far enough that she wouldn't feel pressured to. I want you, but only if you'll have me. I don't want you to feel like you have to. He looked back up at her and offered a small smile. I love you. Little sister or not. Fuck what everyone else thinks about it.