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Thread: The Price You Have To Pay [chedder/ziyi]

Since Alan had his back to Stefan. He didnt know the occaisonal glances. But he did feel lik ehe was being watched. It was a feeling he had gotten used to since he had a roommate. Alan was half listening when he heard the comment about Tony. He knew right away who Stefan was talking about. If it had been any other Tony, he would have expected Stefan to used their last name. His fingers searched for the power button. He turned off the tv and turned around to look at Stefan. That demon of a man. Did he touch you!!!! He kept that comment and question to himself but he wanted to ask. His eye brow rose when he heard Strgan say that Tony thought he was attractive. He was very confused but he could see how it was upsetting and bothering his best friend. The last time he heard of Tony. It was how frantic Stefan was to get him out of jail so he wouldnt be beat again. Though there was more to that story that he wasnt aware of. He felt so bad for his bestfriend. His face twisted into a some what sad and pity look. He sat down in the chair across from Stefan and watched his friend Alan opened his mouth to answer but paused. He had know clue of how to help his friend. He wanted terrible to be able to protect the male. To be seen as a strong confident individual by Stefan. When he heard the soft request, he felt blush cover his face and he glanced down for a moment. Oh great now he was getting shy. Now was his chance to atleast get to be close to Stefan. He scooted his seat closer so it was pressed against Stefan's chair. Alan reached his arms out and wrapped them around Stefan.I-I wont let him hurt you........ He really beleived what he had said to, but he was just one man, a slightly scrawny man who was a few inches shorter than Tony. It will be ok Stefan... He spoke softly and held Stefan close. It was a somewhat akward position.Lets go over to the couch. He offered innocently. He gently patted Stefan's back and stood up, walking over to the couch. He plopped down and held his arms out for Stefan. His plans for getting his friend into bed seemed to disappear. He wasnt thinking about that for the moment. He just wanted to be there for his bestfriend like he would be there for Alan.What else did he say? He asked softly.
Thread: The Price You Have To Pay [chedder/ziyi]

Stefan had not told Alan there was more to the story about the night of his attack because he hadn't felt comfortable relating that information to anyone. Not even his best friend. First of all it was a very personal thing and second of all Alan would most likely want to take him to the hospital and Stefan did not want anyone to know about what had happened. He knew who had raped him, he wasn't in any danger of getting pregnant and he was pretty certain nothing had been ruptured during the gang rape. So what point was there to going to the hospital? They would simply clean him up - which Stefan could do himself at home - give him a bill, express words of sympathy and let the whole world know what had happened. Stefan didn't need that, especially when he was an attorney, trying to make it big in the world. Of course now he was unsure as to how that would go when he had messed up his first case. The case which had made his career that he wouldn't have done anything to put a mar on it. But that had been before he had been raped over and over by Tony's henchmen. That last time still stuck in his mind of how he'd been forcibly made to come and how good it had felt even though it hadn't been a man's cock, just a plain ordinary cane. It was humiliating to think about but downright hot as well and he didn't know how to deal with it. Yes, he'd made a complete mess of his first case by releasing Tony from prison, shortly after his incarceration. Stefan didn't want to think about that and knew he would face questions eventually when word got out it was him who had gotten Tony freed. He'd been as careful as he could to make sure no one knew who had managed to secure Tony's release but it was only a matter of time before it happened. A person couldn't hide for long before someone found out about it. He knew he shouldn't be wallowing in his own troubles, Alan had gone through the trouble to bring some movies over so he probably wanted to watch something. I'm sorry, I do still want to watch a movie. Stefan murmured, not catching the blush on Alan's face since he was so distraught over his encounter with Tony earlier that day. He felt better when Alan wrapped his arms around him and relaxed a bit, looking up when Alan suggested they go over to the couch. Stefan nodded and went with Alan to the designated place and climbed into Alan's outstretched arms a moment later. The young man stiffened when Alan asked what else Tony had said and he shook his head. I don't remember. He murmured, lying because he didn't feel comfortable telling his friend Tony promised he would pay, touched him and said he would make him his slave. Whatever that meant to the older man. Stefan knew it would make Alan angry and he didn't want the other to get angry, not right now. He just wanted to rest in his arms for the moment and make the rest of the world go away.
Thread: The Price You Have To Pay [chedder/ziyi]

Alan's heart fluttered as soon as Stefan sunk into his arms. He wrapped his arms securely around his friend and closed his eyes leaning back against him. He breathed evenly, trying to calm his nerves. He noticed how Stefan stiffened a bit at the question. He knew there was more to the story but he let it gor for now.Maybe we should just watch a movie eh? He whispered to his friend and rubbed his back sothingly some before he reluctantly climbed off of the couch. He grabbed for the grocery bag and pulled out the movies. He decided on a nice light hearted somewhat ranchy comedy that he had been dying to see. He popped it in and went back to the couch. He wrapped his arms around Stefan and pulled him closer. Someone from the outised looking in probably would have thought it was a gay thing they had going on. But it wasnt like that, though Alan wished it was. He was just comforting his friend in need. Not to make it to awkward he didnt speak much while he comforted his friend. He rested his cheek on the top of Stefan's hair and watched as the movie started. His heart was still beating a little fast. He couldnt help it. How could he not be a little excited when he was so close to the one who he had a crush on. Though he had planned on taking tonight as an opportunity to come onto his friend. He pushed that idea aside and just focused on making Stefan feel better. He let out the occaisional huff as a slight laugh without chuckling to much. He hoped that maybe the movi would lighten up the mood a bit and calm his friend down some.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

The king had called for a ball and had insisted all eligible ladies of the court were to be present. It was a known fact that the king felt his chief adviser needed to persue a proper bride. So it was that the manor where that lord resided was rife with activity. The ball would be underway by now but from the way servants bussled around these extravagant halls it was clear the man most thought to be the reason for the gathering had yet to even leave for the nobles court. In the master suite a man stood atop a small dias, a vision of masculine perfection with a noble and elegant visage and long flowing hair that seemed to shimmer like spun silver. Olive skinned maidens flitted around working on his attire... Black velvet with gold brocade was being altered, white silks with ruffles were just finished. A short while later when the women stepped away the man was revealed in garb that would rival even that of the king himself. As the women left a wizened older man entered with a well muscled younger man at his side. Both sported olive skin and flowing hair as well as rugged mediteranian features. The younger man remained by the door dressed in the finery of a royal coachmen, the elder walked over to fasten the masculine visions flowing hair with black and gold silk ribbons as he spoke in a slight slavic accent, Will the master be bringing a companion home this evening or should we plan for another private supper? The noble shrugged ever so slightly then adjusted the ruffle of his cuffs as he answered in rich and rolling tones that seemed almost magical The king will no doubt try once more with much insistance, but I have no interest in the wilting flowers of the court... We shall see I suppose. The wizened elder chuckled and straightened his masters coats with a practiced hand, Ah we Roma know our master desires one with some of that old fire, and we wish only for your hapiness milord. The elder stepped away even as his master stepped down from the dias. The younger man by the door bowed slightly before speaking with a similar slavic accent to the elder servant, I have readied the Arabian's and the black carriage to match your attire sir... A messenger from the court arrived saying the ball is already underway as well, so the last stragglers should arive just ahead of us The lord of the manor nodded his head ever so slightly to the young man who then lead him out to the front of the manor where a lavish carriage stood already prepaired with two black arabian stallions harnessed and ready. The carriage was made of the finest ebony and mahagony treated with dark laquers and golden trim, the harnessing was all laquered mahogony and fine leathers, and each stallion was clearly of the finest stock and easily suited for stud service. The young man helped his master into the carriage then climbed into his own seat and with a crack of the reigns the carriage was on its way to the king's ball.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Mythrand never took his eyes from the lovely Babbette's amber colored pools. He knew that all this was arranged by the king to find him a noble woman as a proper pairing rather than indulge the rumors that painted him as having numerous mistresses. Though he already wondered if that ploy was all but ended as he gazed upon the tempting creature before him. So he decided to broach that very topic with the Baron Do'trive, The king seems intent that I find a proper noble woman to court, and as this gem of yours has so entranced me good Baron Do'trive that I think his hieghness may just get his wish if you would grant me the honor. The Duke finally managed to tear his gaze from the baroness' eyes, he often wondered how others felt under his own potent gaze... At that moment he firmly beleived he had a very good idea. He knew that very gaze would be his trump when it came to ensuring any rivals bowed out gracefully. He did wonder if some of the women would take offense at his quick decision, but none of them so much as caught his eye much less capture his attention as Babbette had. He still held her hand, and so let his fingers lightly caress her slender wrist as he turned his attention back towards her... Though he was sure to divide it enough that the Baron was not excluded. He spoke once more in those rich tones that seemed almost hypnotic, In fact let me ask formerly good sir. Would you grace me with the privalege of your beautiful daughters company that I might attempt to woo her properly? I am sure Charles would delight to hear I had found a pretty little thing occupy my attention.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Louis was almost speechless with the brazen request. To think, his little angel caught the attention of the kings most powerful aide. It was a rare thing indeed when the Duke make a comment on a womans beauty. Never before, even in jest, did he even tried to court a lady before. This was more than the old man could have hoped for! He smiled broadly. Meanwhile Babbette was shaking as the mans hand began to caress her wrist, a very intimate gesture of that era. One that sent the auburn haired beautys heart pumping. She managed to tear her eyes away from his and quickly pulled her hand back. What was this feeling over coming her? Was she really vexed so badly that a simple touch from a man would send her spiraling? No matter how hard she tried to stop herself, her eyes came back to rest on his. They shimmered with innocence and confusion. Any man worth his salt would find a fire burning there as well. Of course! Of course, Louis said. Babbette would be more than happy to accept your courtship. Dare I say it has been my greatest dream to see my little poppet in the hands of a respectable man, such as yourself. Babbette didnt like where this was going however. Of course? Of course indeed! This man frightened. There was something about his gaze that was almost predatory and she did not like that in the least. She trembled and caught her bottom lip in her teeth, nearly scraping off the rough expertly painted there by Matilda. Slowly she shook her head. Papa, she said softly. Louis continued on, Now, she has many dances lined up for this evening but I am sure she would not mind making sure you got first dance, duke, as you are certainly the most important person here after his majesty. The young womans brow furrowed and she said, more curtly, Papa . People were now starting to look on and whisper in between themselves. It was a rare thing that the duke would be so enamored with a lady. And, to be enamored with someone of a much lower station then himself was almost unheard of. Men craned their necks to see the girl who caught his attention so, for it was popular to like the woman that someone else did. Babbette wanted to glare at them all but simply continued to drink her punch, eyes now downcast. What is it Babbette? he asked. I dont want to be courted by him, she said in a snap. Louis paled. You what? Papa, I do not want to be courted by him. He has more gray hairs than you. Ill be a widow within a year. Some of the crowd actually chuckled at the comment but Camilla was angry. That chit! She was the only woman the duke took remote interest in and she simply casted him aside like nothing. Every single woman of standing wanted the duke. That uppity little little frog!
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

The duke of course noticed the fire hiding in the depths of her amber eyes. He found that fire quite alluring in fact. Her barb did not worry him nor did the way she drew back, he noticed the flush of her cheeks and could tell there was more to her hesitance than she let on. He flashed a smile and nodded politely to Louis even as a simple dismissing wave silenced the crowd. His lavender orbs once more gazed deeply into her amber eyes as that rich and hypnotic voice rolled from his lips to her ears with a chuckle, Do not fret so madam, the silver glint of my hair is a strange quirk of my bloodline not a sign of age. He took a single step closer once more grasping her hand and flashing her a truly dashing smile as his eyes dove into the depths of her firey amber orbs. He could tell she was no wilting flower, and that fire coupled with her ample charms was enough to make up his mind. He leaned a little closer so his breath played warmly across her skin even as those rich mesmerizing tones whispered into her ears, after all aside from my flowing silver lockes you can not deny I look as virile as any man here... Though no flower here comes close to your beauty Baroness. his fingers traced lightly once more along her slender wrist as he stood straight once more and adressed Luois loud enough that those who heard Babbette would hear him as well, Baron Do'trive I find the ladies fire intoxicating, Rest assured your desire is the same as mine... Though I must asuade the Baroness' concerns and let her speak to me of them more freely... Mayhaps a walk through the kings private garden would be to her liking He turned his focus fully upon Babbette once more, stirr caressing her wrist, and once more leaned closer to whisper softly to her alone. His rich tones holding a slight hunger to entice as they slipped into her ears like so many whispers of the wind, I would simply adore the chance to let you speak more freely away from these stuffy old men and wilting flowers... Please grant me a breif dalliance that we might talk milady. Mythrand was sure to stand just close enough that she could see how the cut of his attire hinted at the powerfully sculpted physique beneath and the perfect complexion of his smooth alabaster skin. He knew she was quick and intelligent and wanted her to see the subtle proof of his claims.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Her eyes widened. The duke was being really very forward with her. Even with so many around he stepped in close to her, let his breath play on her skin, and took her hand once more. Every move was intimate and made her flush brightly. All of the other men werent that demanding. They had kept their distance and simply waited to be jotted down on her card before going off. She would have taken her hand back once more if his voice hadnt completely and utterly ensnared by his gaze and his words. There was something about him that was strange almost off. The maiden could not put her finger on it. Louis on the other hand was watching the scene with more and more interest. The duke certainly worked fast when he saw something he wanted. For as long as he had known of the noble, that was how he went about things. It concerned him slightly. The jeweler did not want his most precious gem to be compromised in any way. Though when he said he liked his Babbettes fire loud enough for people to here, a smile crossed his lips. That statement would make things much more easy for the girl. Babbette didnt want to go alone. These feelings frightened her. He frightened her. He was strong and powerful. She knew that rebuking him a second time would mean ruin for her father and herself. To scorn such a man openly she shivered with the thought. Of course, dear duke, she managed softly before letting herself be lead off through the room and to the garden. Camilla fumed as she watched the two leave. Between her clenched fists, her fan snapped in half.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

The duke smiled and then in a surprisingly gentle manor took Babette's arm in his to formaly escort her towards the kings garden. Gaurds stood by the entrance and would normally turn nobles away without a second thought. But when they saw Duke Dragonasi they bowed and unlocked the ornate door and the gate beyond to usher him and babbette into the lavish private garden. They also locked the gate and door behind the pair as was their normal practive, the king insisted the garden remain private. The Duke had taken this oppertunity to more fully take in the vision of beauty on his arm. He could not recall any woman so enticing in many an age. So he led her into the depths of the private garden letting his presence was over her as they walked for a time before finally speaking in those rich honeyed tones of his, well milady here we are away from arrogant men and thier wilting flowers... I must confess your fire and intellect are a quality I find enticing. He turned to face her more fully taking her hand elegantly in his as he moved, his grace making it seem almost like a dance as he let his eyes wander back to hers. Soon they were again gazing into one anothers eyes as he spoke, It is why I have shunned those women in fact. I assure you I am no where near as frail as you seemed to fear and would very much like to know you better. Or do you truly find me so unappealing that you would refuse my company outright? He stepped a bit closer once more, his motions still elegant perfection and powerful strides. He let his aura was over her hoping to show her he was not frail by any means. In that motion he also brought her hand back to his lips while his other settled enticingly upon her waist. It was a subtle dance meant to show his grace and strength even as he observed the fiery beauty in his arms.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Of course Babbette did not think he was frail or even too old. Men with dark hair normally grayed early and even so, he had said that his hair was a trait commonly found in his family line. It was probably a very light blonde color that had been bleached by the sun. Even so, she could not help but feel a little afraid when the door closed behind them and was locked by the guardsmen once more. They were completely alone. This was scandalous. Even the sweet and innocent Babbette knew that she could get in a lot of trouble. The duke could spread rumors very easily. Not that he needed to the girl thought, the people of the court were no likely gossiping about this. Her reputation would be all be ruined! But she knew better than to have refused this man strait out. So, there she was, in the garden being held by a strange man. He spoke of her fire and how enticing it was. Perhaps he saw her more of a mistress than a wife. That sent her blood boiling, red and hot. What did he expect from her? That she was going to let him have anything he wanted from her. She took in a harsh breath and was about to tell him exactly how she felt but she was lost in his eyes. There was something cruelly memorizing about them. It was like he was casting a spell on her. A coo escaped her lips and she felt her head started to swim. Quickly she snapped out of it and she pulled away, completely unable to escape his grasp. No-no. Well, I did not think you were frail or old. In truth, I thought you were an albino. Dear duke, if I am to have children, I want them to at least be presentable to the public. A barb. A very stinging bard. She decided that it would be best to change the subject. In haste she added, This garden is lovely. Its no wonder the king keeps it under lock and key.
Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

Mythrand of course noticed the coo to her voice, the flush to her cheeks, the way she shuddered ever so slightly in such a delightful way. He noticed the way she tried to pull away but also that she did not struggle further after that first pull. He gave her a dashing smile that would make many a woman swoon as he realized she was trying to offend him because she founds her passions enflamed. He let the fingers of one hand trace the slender curve of her waist as the other once more teased her delicate wrist. Still giving her that dashing smile he let roll those rich and enchanting tones once more, mayhaps you should take a good long look at me milady, as I somehow doubt any child of my line would be such that you would need worry. Mythrand began to stride about the garden still holding the Baroness to him, making their stroll into a rather enticing dance. Her firey temperment only served to further entice Mythrand. She was not some wilting little flower to be paraded about as a trophy. No the Baroness Babbette Do'trive was a true woman with the sort of strength and passion he so craved. He would not be trying to bed her like some wanton mistress, no she was one he would truly persue. He continued that enticing dance in the garden for a few more moments before he decided to speak once more, Indeed though his highness seems imply a wish that I would tend to his as often as my own. As he ended the last spinning step with an elegant flourish thet sent his hands sliding elegantly up along her side and down along her arm. He continued that flourish slipping behind her, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered softly into hear ear, I must confess my dear Baroness, never before have I met a woman with the fire and intellect to hold my interest. But you are no wilting flower, no passing interest. You are the kind of gem a man could gaze upon for eternity and never tire.