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Lord Ghirahim
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Aug 23, 2015 06:05AM
Bella: "Do you want to talk about it?" I ask softly.
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Bella: I sigh and look away. "Yes... I know. They don't. But maybe we can bring some form of unity to them through our relationship?"
Bella: "He may not understand now, but I'm sure he will in the coming years," I reply, tracing designs on his thigh.
Bella: I don't say anything, continuing my actions silently.
Bella: "Jeff," I say softly, my finger now resting on his thigh.
Bella: I reach up and cup his cheek with with my other hand. "Jeff, look at me," I murmur.
Bella: I offer him a small smile before I bring my lips to his, allowing my eyes to close as I kiss him gently, but with increasing passion.
Bella: The hand formerly cupping his cheek moves up to entangle itself in his hair, holding us together as I continue to kiss him.
Bella: I smile against his lips, gently biting his lower lip as I look up at him through my lashes.
Bella: I chuckle softly, my eyes closing. My heart pounds steadily in my chest despite the passion in the situation. Sighing, I move onto his lap like I had done earlier that day, kissing him with a touch of promise.
Bella: I relax under his touch, my arms looping around his neck.
Bella: I murmur words in an ancient language against his lips, expressing my desire for him while a hand that was previously behind his neck drifts down his chest.
Bella: I break the kiss gently and whisper more words in his ear, nipping at his earlobe every once in a while. A touch of my seductive personality has now shone through.
Bella: A smile spreads across my lips as I hear him, and I do not stop my actions or words.
Bella: I nibble the corner of his jaw, my breath quickening as his hand moves to my thigh. A small moan escapes me before I can stop it.
Bella: A hand moves to his forearm but it is not out of discomfort. My eyes close and I bow my head to rest it on his shoulder, my other hand messing with the hair at the back of his neck.
Bella: I sigh contentedly and press a kiss to the side of his neck, enjoying the feeling of his fingers against my thigh.
((...What?))Bella: I chuckle warmly into his ear. "Yes, Jeff?" I ask teasingly, "Is there something you want?"
((...Okay...))Bella: "Really?" I press, looking at him alluringly out of the corner of my eyes.
Bella: I mirror his action and say nothing else.
Bella: Noticing his eyes shift to somewhere behind me, I ask softly, "What is it?"
Bella: My head snaps around and I tense on Jeff's lap, immediately on the alert. "Where?"
Bella: I stay silent, my eyes analyzing the person.
Bella: All color drains from my face. Muttering a curse under my breath, I slip off of Jeff and shake some hair in my face to shield it from Rowan. But I know that it's probably no use... I quickly chant a spell that renders me invisible and I duck into the shadows nearby.
Bella: I watch from the shadows as Rowan, my close friend, approaches Jeff. I bite my lip and try to conceal my fear.
((Do you want me to be Rowan? Or do you have something planned out?))
((Okay.))Rowan: "I could say the same to you, Fazbear," I reply, my lip curling.
((Should Rowan have seen everything?))
((Hmmmm...))Rowan: I am unfazed. "What brought you here?" I ask in an ancient language.
((It's just a different language that not many know. It's Rowan's form of intimidation besides weapons.))
Rowan: Without skipping a beat, I close the distance between us and lift him up out of his seat by the front of his shirt. "Excuse me?" I say, my calm words contradicting my violent actions.
Rowan: I hurl him back down to the bench before wiping my hand on my pants, my nose scrunching up like I had just touched something foul. "I saw you not too long ago. Making out with my friend. I am not happy with you, Fazbear..."
Rowan: I growl and backhand him across the face. "It is my duty to protect her! I know you aren't good! I know you're evil!" I shout, my eyes alight with fury. But I calm down quickly. "I don't know what she sees in you, but I am afraid it will get her hurt," I say, my voice much more controlled.
Rowan: "If you truly think that, then I challenge you to a duel."
Rowan: "No. If I leave, then how do I know you won't have your way with my friend?"
Rowan: "That is precisely the reason why I am staying."
Rowan: The look I give him is cold. "I suggest you go back to your House, Fazbear."
Rowan: "If you don't, you're going to wish you had..."
Rowan: "Traitors like me?" I repeat. "Care to elaborate?"
Rowan: I bite my lip. "I didn't know you knew about that..." I murmur.
Rowan: I growl, a hand going to the hilt of my sword. "Do not speak to me like that!"
Rowan: Uttering a foul oath in another language, I unsheathe my sword. "Do you truly want to put me to the test?" I snarl, stepping closer.
Rowan: "Stand up and let us see who is the victor!"
Rowan: Before the blow lands, I grab his fist and twist his arm to the side, kicking him in the knee in the same motion.
