| Warlord Prince in hiding; Attn: Mackenzie Harlotte | |
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| Brawley O'Ceallach | Jan 21 2011, 03:07 PM Post #1 |
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Idle hands never came to any good was one thing his mother had always impressed upon and Brawley usually tried his best to keep busy and himself in more trouble than he cared to admit most of the time. If he was not off escorting some Witch and trying to bed her at the same time, provided she was young and attractive, he was out and about drinking and making a general nuisance off himself. There were a few bars he had been banned from, temporarily, they usually let him back in once all tempers had cooled, and so he was wandering about and asking himself, for the millions time, why in the name of the Darkness and Hell he had decided to settle down in this tree territory. He was too big to swing from branch to branch, towered over most of the people living here and had none of their elegance; he was rather like the famous bull in the china store. Yet somehow this territory had enchanted him and he did not want to leave and return to Dhemlan after his last escort from territory to territory. He could be a very reliable escort and actually managed to be well behaved, if the occasion called for it. Brawley knew when he needed to show manners and when he could let them just slide and behave like an over grown boy. His mother had taught him well enough to know the difference. He was acute aware of the fright that Warlord Princes caused in this territory, but he just had to be here. He could not explain why and what was pulling and holding him here. Of all people HIM, who had never much cared for anyone, who tried not to get too attached to anyone and who made sure his behavior would ward off any notions that he was a so-called keeper, someone to be around and take care of things for anyone else. Losing his family had made Brawley afraid of getting too close to anyone, much less loving anyone. He found it easier to pretend not to care at all and be seen as a rather immature Warlord Prince. Eventually he had found a Black Widow that had managed to make a deception web for him, only anyone darker than him would be able to detect what he really was. Brawley never wore his Gray jewel out in the open, he did his best to hide the fact that he was anything but a Sapphire jeweled Warlord and even that caused fear in a lot of people. He was well aware what exactly these people were afraid off and he could be the prime example of what a havoc a Warlord Prince could be, but he tried his best not to be too much of the ass he could be at times. So he drank a lot, he was a happy drunk and easy to get along with, much easier than when he was sober and in a foul mood for sure. He always felt slightly unbalanced and whiskey seemed to help with that, it also helped him forget that he actually cared and often wished that there was someone he could go home to. After a night of drinking Brawley had gotten rather lost on his way home and found himself wandering a country side he had not seen yet. Not to spoil a wonderful morning with a foul temper he decided he would just let his feet take him where they felt like and he would get some breakfast somewhere. He looked a little worn, he had been in a brawl earlier and his white cotton shirt was torn, a few cuts had barely healed and somehow he had ended up with a black eye and a split eyebrow on the left side. His lip was swollen as well and blood crusted pretty much his knuckles and his face, he felt no pain still being in a daze from the whiskey. It would burn off soon enough, but Brawley did not care, his stomach was growly and he was looking for a place to have some decent breakfast, when he came by a brook and decided he could use a little washing up. With a grunt he lowered himself and washed off the blood on his hands and then his face, he grumbled when he touched his lip. It hurt and felt thick under his fingers, with a growl he sat down in the grass and soon he was laying on his back, snoring loudly….. |
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| Mackenzie Harlotte | Jan 22 2011, 06:18 PM Post #2 |
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It was one of those mornings, Mackenzie thought, as the head Hearth Witch came into her room and opened the drapes to the window – making the reality of waking up early evident to her. She sighed to herself as she stretched in bed, the only words “breakfast” and “your parents think it would be good for you” registering through her mind as she pulled herself up in bed. Every since the accident they had been overprotective. Ever since the accident they had pushed Mackenzie into doing things that she didn't necessarily want to do. Dinners with nice Princes, breakfasts with District Queens.. blah, blah and more bore. Yes, she still had dreams of what happened and was still skirmish around the thought of a Warlord Prince, but as a strong person she knew she couldn't let it beat her down – and besides, Warlord Princes had been banned from the land. So off to breakfast it seemed with her mother and father and another friend of her parents. Supposedly their son, a lovely Warlord who fancied her just from the sounds of her, was attending as well. Mackenzie couldn't help but roll her eyes and mock the idea of it while she dressed. Over exaggerating faces as she pulled on her pants and funny voices while she pulled a plain white tank over her body and then her other shirt on top. The young Hearth Witch of the house who was helping the head Hearth Witch just laughed while the other tried to tell Mackenzie to act her age. Mackenzie herself just laughed at the idea while she pulled on a gray long sleeved sweater to hide the long scars on her arms. It was force of habit for Mackenzie to hide them – she hated when people starred at them. The carriage ride to the little restaurant was nice as it was secluded in a small ranch where horses ran free in a contained field, chickens crowed on the side mill house, dogs helped with the horses and mostly everything cooked in the restaurant came from the lovely garden at the back of the house. Even a small brook ran a few miles away from the house, running into the garden really as a main water source. It was one of Mackenzie's favorite places to eat and to visit – the garden in the back tickling at her Queen senses like no other. As the couple who owned the place, named Breith and Georgia Jakalope, welcomed them Mackenzie smiled and instinctively hugged them. They felt like family more than friends half the time seeing as she visited them a lot. It had only been recently after her accident that she had fewer visits, so that day made it feel like she hadn't seem them in forever. “May I?” Mackenzie asked with a sly grin on her face as her eyes pleaded at Breith and Georgia. Breith just looked at his wife and shook his head as Georgia grinned and giggled before showing signs of surrender. They all knew where Mackenzie wanted to go and with what happened within the last few months it wasn't likely that anyone was going to argue. So off she went, towards the garden to collect flowers and fruits and vegetables for later on. It was moments into the garden that she felt a part of her that she had missed for awhile. Ever since the accident there were times she feared the part of that screamed Queen, but most of all she feared the people who saw her just as a Queen. Mackenzie sighed as she knew she was thinking gibberish and nonsense at that moment when she should be enjoying the moment – enjoying the garden and outside. Closing her eyes Mackenzie let her senses go.. only to be startled when she found herself quite not alone. There was a presence not too far from her.. near the brook, which had her curiosity pulling her towards it. Before she knew it she was inches away from it finding her eyes upon a male.. passed out? What if he was dead?! She thought as her body pulled her towards him in seconds, her fingers reaching for his neck to feel a pulse as she used her jewels to probe him. She didn't find anything though felt that he was blood, which meant he was darker than her. She shook the male for a moment as she focused more on what she was getting from the male and what she found out next... had her heart stop beating. Mackenzie fell back a few feet within seconds as she felt something about her push herself back to him, but what he was still pulling her back. “You're a Warlord Prince..” She said in horror as she looked at him with fear her eyes. Was she doomed to die by the hands a Warlord Prince? She was beginning to think so.. |
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| Brawley O'Ceallach | Jan 22 2011, 07:20 PM Post #3 |
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Something rattled Brawley awake, he did not move and kept his eyes closed as he felt the presence of a Queen. Centuries of escorts and brawls had taught him a thing or two and even when it seemed he was dead asleep, he was aware of his surroundings. Not even having looked at the witch approaching him carefully, he felt an urge to stay close to her and that really confused him for a moment. Her fingers touching his neck were calming him instantly and he was wishing she would keep her hand on his neck. Okay old boy, get your senses together and snap out of it… he was thinking as all of his being wanted to be even closer to the Queen. He probed her with the utmost care, so unlike what he usually did, he could care less if others felt naked under his probing, but for some reason he was extra careful now. It was like he did not want to scare her, he could sense something underlying and when he felt her fear it shook him to his bones with disgust of himself. “You're a Warlord Prince..” he heard her say as he opened his eyes and got to his knees, somehow he felt standing up to his full length might just make her run and then he would have to chase her. Her obvious fear of him made him cringe already and he wanted to snarl, growl and leash out at what was making her so scared, but it was HIM who was giving her these feelings. “Yes, yes, I am a Warlord Prince, but ….but I thought the web was hiding it…How can you tell? I am not going to hurt you, please, just….I know…” he could not even finish a sentence that made sense he was so confused and even more rattled that she had found him out. Brawley was fully aware that if she told others, he would be run out or killed and he did not even care, all he wanted was to be close to her. The distance she had put between them was almost painful to bear for him, what in the name of Hell was wrong with him? He was ready to put his life in her hands and what lovely hands they were and her face, she was beautiful and so fragile looking and her fear wanted to make him kill whatever she feared and as much as he wanted to jump up and get next to her, he forced himself to stay kneeling and looking at her from the distance she must have felt was safe. Taking a deep breath he inhaled her scent deeply and went calm instantly “I am very sorry to have frightened you my Queen, please excuse my ill manners. I am Brawly O’Ceallach and I am from Dhemlan. I fell in love with this place and decided to settle down here and since Warlord Princes are not welcome here I had a Black Widow make a web for me to hide what I really am. I did not mean any harm, I just felt I needed to stay here.” Brawly blinked at telling the Queen all this, he was a rather private person and even though he did not lie intentionally, he rather kept his life to himself. Whatever made him tell her he was not sure, all he knew was that she was pulling him to her and that he would not hesitate to let her decide what would happen to him. He gave her a very insecure and crooked smile, hopefully she would not run away, hopefully she would decide he was no danger to him, maybe she would come a little closer to him. What would he not give to wrap his arms around her and protect her from harm until the end of his days. You are losing it old boy, get it together, snap out of it……MINE. the last thought had him more confused than anything else. |
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| Mackenzie Harlotte | Jan 23 2011, 11:38 AM Post #4 |
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It was Deja vu all over again as she looked at the sight of a predator – a Warlord Prince. Mackenzie's heart almost stopped and she found herself opening her mouth to scream at first, however, when he just stayed on his knees and admitted truthfully what he was she stopped all her actions for a second. She felt the pull.. at least the one she had been taught that she would feel and the one she had read about in books. All she could think about though was why did it have to be a Warlord Prince she felt the first big time pull with? Mackenzie shook with fear as she stood.. she couldn't she thought.. or could she when the feeling was this strong? Sh was taught that Queen's didn't necessarily like some her Court, but the pull was the pull. Maybe he was one of those, she thought. He remained on his knees which had her confused at first, but it was obvious after that he smelled her fear. Warlord Princes were banned from Dea al mon for good reasons.. the fact he was there was proof enough to Mackenzie that he loved the land, just not enough to prove himself to her yet. For some reason Mackenzie was willing to hope he'd be different, which was the only reason why she stayed instead of running back to the house and reporting him. “You are a long way from home Prince O’Ceallach ... and you spoke of me as your Queen.. why? Have I been the only Queen that you've seen recently?” The last part was a test for Mackenzie as she pushed his caste aside – when a Queen felt the pull usually so did the male whether he realized it or not which she wondered if he really did when he used that phrasing of words. Tears were swelling in Mackenzie's eyes as she realized what she was doing.. His smile made her turn her head and smile for a moment before the tears fell and she looked back at him. She sighed, “Your web of hiding it may be compromised.. because I felt you the moment I probed you. Maybe because of how I feel towards you... but.. Yes... you may want to check into that.” Mackenzie bit her lip hard as she wondered what she could do for the male who she knew would be part of her whether she wanted it or not. “Do you mean me harm Prince O’Ceallach ?” She prayed to the Mother Night that he didn't but it could be scam all over again to get her. Her hands bunched with nervousness as she looked at him, the Queen in her speaking up for some reason as she felt it needed. “Give me one good reason why I should not report you right now?” |
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| Brawley O'Ceallach | Jan 23 2011, 04:21 PM Post #5 |
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Brawley shifted from kneeling on both knees to kneeling on one with his other leg bend, it was a little more comfortable and made him feel a little less like a prisoner. Even though he was her prisoner until she decided what she would do with him and he would not even put up a fight. Now that was strange and completely unlike him, the way he felt himself being pulled towards this little Queen was really utterly out of the blue and the most confusing thing about this all. He nodded as she spoke of him being a long way from home, he was still waiting for her to reveal her name, so he could address her properly. For someone who made light of Protocol and Blood Laws whenever he could, Brawley was dead serious about the way he would deal with the Queen in front of him, for some obscure reason he needed to be as respectful as possible and needed to lean on the teachings of his parents more than he had ever thought possible. Hopefully it would be enough to assure the Queen in front of him that he was not thread, that he was hers……….hold on, what was that? Being fully aware that he had said MY Queen, he almost flinched when she asked him why he had addressed her that way. Thoughts were jumbling around in his head and he could not make hand and foot of anything “I am sorry if I offended you and no I have met other Queens before……..they just did not……” he rubbed his forehead and managed to break open his busted eyebrow again, “They just did not feel like I belonged to them….” He said before he could stop himself. What in the name of Hell was he doing? Telling her all his secrets more or less? Yes, he had been taught about the pull and what it meant and now he was dumbstruck that it was happening to him, Brawley had met plenty of Queens, most he had been attracted to, but all it had been was a physical attraction, This was so much different, he would lay his life down for her and not even ask why. She belonged into his arms and in any other territory he might have just reacted to the urge to be near her. For a moment he was looking at his bloody fingers, his eyebrow was bleeding again, but he did not even feel it. “No, I never meant any harm to anyone and especially not to you….and I know I am in deep trouble just by being here…………I don’t know, I had to stay, it was like I would lose something forever if I left here……..and I did not want to lose whatever it might be……….I think it is you.” The last part came out in a hoarse whisper, he had noticed the tears in her eyes and he wanted to make her feel better. He did not want to be the reason for her fears and tears, it was tearing him up inside. All he wanted was for her to trust him, maybe even come closer. When she asked for one good reason not to report him, his shoulders sagged and he started to look down on the ground “I don’t know, I cannot give you a reason. I know I broke the law by being here.” He looked back up at her with profound sadness in his eyes “Do with me as you wish my Queen.” What the Hell was he thinking? He could get killed for this…………..he had been a proud Warlord Prince all his life, he had never imagined that a Queen could fear him, granted he was an oaf most of the time and definitely an overgrown boy and had no manners to speak of, but he would never ever hurt a female. He’d rather die than raise a hand to one or defend himself against whatever this Queen would want for him. Being feared like that was nice, when it came from other males, being feared like this coming from a witch was too painful and being the reason of a Queen’s fear was unbearable for Brawley. |
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| Mackenzie Harlotte | Jan 24 2011, 03:06 PM Post #6 |
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She didn't know what to do. She hadn't prepared herself for a situation like this and considering what she went through she had hoped she wouldn't have found herself in one so quickly. The feeling that Mackenzie got was confusing as well as she knew what it was, but somewhat wanted to push it away. The Warlord Prince who looked shocked as she did called to her and while he realized it or not he acted like he did. How else could she have had him on his knees before her? Mackenzie's skin shivered with fear and anticipation of what would happen next. Mackenzie flinched towards the Warlord Prince as he ripped open the wound on his face again. She wanted to help him or to tell him to stop picking at it, but it didn't seem appropriate at the moment. Her mouth had opened to say the words, but it shut quickly as she took a step back again. Why was it so confusing being around him? She played with the ends of her sleeves as she listened to Brawley talk. What he was saying made sense to her, but she didn't want to admit it to herself yet. Maybe they were both confused or something. Even as she heard that the reason he stayed in Dea al Mon was because of her, her eyes opened wider as she tried to look away feeling awkward. When he stopped talking her eyes couldn't help but look at him, “You didn't offend me Prince..” It was all she could muster up to say for a moment. A few seconds passed and all she could do was look at him and figure out what she was going to do. Her parents would be worrying about her soon and she definitely didn't want to involve them in this – especially with what happened. Mackenzie was freaking out herself – she couldn't imagine how they would take it. Sighing heavily Mackenzie shook a bit to relax before the daring part of her that had been taken away from her because of the accident showed as she stepped forward and placed her hands on Brawley's shoulder. She had to be a Queen in that moment even if she was scared to death of what could happen. “I don't know if I'm the reason you're here... but you being found is not in either of our best interests considering..” She took his face in her hands, gently as she was still scared. Be strong.. be strong she thought as she looked at him, “You're hurt and you need to be looked at. I need to go back though..” She said while she looked at the house. “Can you strength the web if I help you? Just long enough to get through a meal... after I take a look at your bruises... and we'll have to come up with a story as to how I found you so my parents aren't suspicious...” Mackenzie hadn't even realized that she had released his face and was pacing now in thought as she bit her lip. Sighing to herself she shook her hands of the nerves causing them to shake, forgetting the fact that he was a Warlord Prince as she turned and looked at him. “Can we do this? We have to do this..” Mackenzie began to pace again with worry. How did she get herself into these situations? Edited by Mackenzie Harlotte, Jan 24 2011, 03:07 PM.
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| Brawley O'Ceallach | Jan 24 2011, 10:22 PM Post #7 |
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Brawley was not sure what would come next and was very surprised, when the Queen stepped closer and put her hands on his shoulders, He had been listening to her and sighed with relief that he had not offended her and when it became more apparent that she would not call for help and report him. Her inner struggle was tugging at him and he was racking his brain to find a way to make her more comfortable with him. When she took his face in her hands he was completely calm and relaxed, he wanted to kiss the inside of her hands and really struggles not to do that and scare her away. It was nice having her close, even though she was still very nervous and her fear poked through every so often. She seemed to be more at ease with him and Brawley was not sure if it was of her training as a Queen or because he made her feel less edgy. Uhm eating with her parents…..well he was not sure if he could keep his act together for something like that and what if another male was wooing her? He would not be able to stay calm through that, could not stay calm through that, because……well because he was hers. Brawley looked at her with golden puppy dog eyes when she inquired if he could strengthen the web and shook his head, “No, I am sorry. I am not sure exactly how it was done……………..you see…………..well……………..uhm…………..I was not quite sober when she did it.” Oh what a fib, he could do whatever he wanted and set his mind to, and right now he felt it was much better if he would have some one on one time with this little Queen. There were a few things he needed to find out, one was why the heck she had such power over him and secondly what had happened to her and third he would sit and listen as to why Warlord Prices were banned, for once he would actually listen. But what was even more important to him was that she would relax around him more and stop being afraid of him. If they were meant to be, then she really needed to ease up and get to know him, otherwise he did not see this sort of relationship turning out too well for either of them, is what Brawley though. “If you do not mind, I would like to get that web fixed before we attend breakfast with your parents. If you figured out what I really am, I am sure they can as well. Maybe we could give them a message that you had an urgent meeting to attend to or were needed otherwise? I do not want to get you in trouble my Queen, not on my account.” Brawley gave her his most charming smile “I am hoping you can help me find a Black Widow that can fix this web for me, please? I would be even more grateful if you would tell me your name, unless you do not mind I keep addressing you as my Queen?” Slowly he got to his feet and watched her bite her lip “Please don’t do that or I might have to distract you from that. By the way, where is your Escort? Aren’t you supposed to have one? Do they let Queens wander about here by themselves in this territory? I think I need a few lessons to understand all this and since you have no Escort, I am calling Escort privileges and you can tell me all about your lovely territory and the rules while we get me to a Black Widow.” With an elegant gesture Brawley offered her his arm. Time to get this little Queen on his best side and show her that he was by no means some evil creation, just a Warlord Price with a serious lack of manners and a good heart, Brawley smiled at her since he knew she could not really turn him down without breaking Protocol and if she was half the Queen he saw in her, she would not do that. He wondered though why she was so afraid and what it was he could sense in her, like something bad had happened to her and he began to worry to might have had something to do with a Warlord Prince gone wrong and bad. Weirdest thing was, since he had met her, he had felt even more at home here. He had been right, something in this territory had called to him and he was looking at the Queen that was the reason he was here. No matter how unsecure she felt about him now, he would do his best to make her see what he was and that he belonged to her and in turn she belonged to him. “Ready?” he asked with a smile, waiting for her to take his arm. Edited by Brawley O'Ceallach, Jan 24 2011, 10:24 PM.
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| Mackenzie Harlotte | Jan 28 2011, 09:19 PM Post #8 |
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Hearing that Brawley didn't think the web would hold made Mackenzie worry even more. He was right the more that she thought about it. If she could sense the broken web then she was certain that others would be able too as well. Still, she thought as she paced more, biting her lip as she went. How could pull this off? How could she get Brawley out or get him at least somewhere safe for the meanwhile while she entertained her parents with breakfast. She nodded at him though she still wasn't exactly sure she wanted to help him despite the feeling she felt within her as a Queen towards him. She sighed as his next comment through her for a loop and had her starring at him with curious eyes. Distract her? Hmm? Then came the escalation of how she didn't have an Escort with her and him claiming rights of it on her had Mackenzie's eyebrow rising while her arms crossed along her chest. Who the hell did he think he was thinking that just because she gave him one inch on her that he could do all that? She wasn't far enough from the house to need an Escort.. okay maybe she was.. but she wasn't about to let him know that. “Ready for what Prince? I haven't agreed to anything yet.” She said while she frowned at him. She was displeased with herself for wanting to help him when he was being such a pain her rear now. “I cannot help you until I have breakfast with my parents. Not all of us have the luxury of leaving instantaneously. I have other commitments and if I do not see them through then you'll have more trouble on your hands then someone finding out you're a Warlord Prince.” In truth Mackenzie had to go because of what happened. Because of what happened in the previous months that left her in bed and scared of being alone. It was only in this garden that she felt safe and slightly like herself again while she was around the caste that had given her the strict scars along her arms. “If you insist that I help you with your web then you'll have to remain hidden here while I have breakfast and then find a reason to disappear, which I'll have an escort for if I have to leave and it won't be you. So it's that plan or no plan and you find another way to get whatever it is you need.” Mackenzie's heart pained for a second as the Queen part of her hoped he would wait for her – the other side was still furious with him. “Also, you'll get to know my name the moment I think you deserve too.” It was a little harsh, but she hated feeling over controlled especially with what she went through. Mackenzie felt like she slightly got her bearings back for a moment while she waited for him to answer and make up his mind with the situation. |
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| Brawley O'Ceallach | Jan 30 2011, 01:07 PM Post #9 |
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Okay so now she wanted to have breakfast with her parents and then he would be able to hopefully spend some alone time with her. Now this was not going quite the way he had imagined it, he had figured pushing the missing Escort issue would have worked, but this little Queen did not even bat an eyelash at that. On the other hand, he felt the shift in her mood and where there had been fear was now annoyance and he could feel it very clearly. Well, at least now he annoyed her and did not frighten her as much apparently, Brawley had a hard time keeping a straight face and decided he should look at the ground and pretend he was ashamed at the least. Who would be her escort then; he wondered but kept that remark to himself while he was listening to her. It rather amused him to have her riled up and he was trying not to rile her up even more, though he would want to see how feisty she could get. Even though she clearly was afraid of Warlord Princes, she had a backbone and was not scared enough to not show it and Brawley liked that a lot. A Witch that cowered and let him do whatever he wanted had never been to his liking, he got a thrill out of riling them up and then see what they would do. For a moment he debated to let her know he was not a mere Sapphire jeweled Warlord Prince but a Gray one and then see what she would do, but he decided to better wait, meeting him and discovering what he really was had been shock enough he figured. Now that she had the nerve to withhold her name until he deserved to know it, had him a little huffy for a second and he could not help a small groan. Brawley really wanted to know her name and that was irking him now, he would make sure she would give her name up soon. Oh well, so he had to behave much better than he was used to and polish his manners while he was at it as well. This could start being work he thought with amusement. This little Queen was really peaking his interest and he would move Hell to get to know her and make her see that he was hers. Okay, slow down old boy, you keep that train of thought up and you are tethered for life. He nodded at her “Yes, my Queen, we have a plan and I will wait here for you until you return.” With that he plopped himself on the ground and then his stomach growled rather loudly. Brawley would have to find something to eat soon, but meanwhile he would wait until the little Queen came back and took him to get the web taken care of, if she had thought she might get out of this, she had been wrong. Brawley was nothing if not persistent, plans changed and he was used to it; time to make a new one while she had breakfast with her parents. |
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| Mackenzie Harlotte | Jan 31 2011, 09:49 AM Post #10 |
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Yes, she was upset. Yes, she didn't want to be around him. Yes, she felt the pull towards him. Yes, she was confused. So many yeses running through her mind and not enough time to sort through them and let her figure out how she really felt about it all in that moment. She had to get back to the house so her parents didn't worry – so that they didn't come looking for her which would lead to them finding Brawley. She knew she had to protect him because of how she felt as a Queen towards him – even if Warlord Princes were forbidden in Dea al Mon now and she was deadly afraid of them. For some reason she knew she had to test the waters with him.. to see if she could trust him.. to see if her Queen instincts were still intact. Mackenzie sighed as he spoke and called her “his” Queen again. She watched him as she sat down and even heard the rumbling of his stomach. He probably hadn't eaten yet and with the way he smelt and looked, he could probably use a shower. Clenching her hands together Mackenzie felt herself backing down as she took one step towards Brawley, but didn't allow herself to go any further. “I'll bring you back some food and there is a lake near that we can get you washed up in afterward.” Shaking her head, she felt so stressed with the situation she was now in. Didn't she deserve a break? Turning to head towards the house again Mackenzie stopped and turned her head back towards him, “Mackenzie. That's my name.” It was right after that, that she ran through the garden she loved dearly back to the house to get through breakfast – as she did she tried to think of a reason for her parents to let her stay, let alone the reason she knew she'd have to come up with when she ran off to help Brawley. As she reached the door she straightened her outfit and sighed for the last time. So much for taking it easy. Breakfast lasted forever – or so Mackenzie thought as she tried to scarf down what was given to her as she still worried and thought of the appropriate excuse to tell her parents and Breith and Georgia. Laughs were made and fake ones for Mackenzie as she wiped her mouth from the food she ate. “Mother, father, would you mind if I stayed here for a few days with Breith and Georgia, if they don't mind of course? I really think I could use the fresh air and down time.” Tugging at the ends of her sleeves her parents talked silently to themselves before they looked at Breith and Georgia, which after a few seconds of silence had decided. “Sure Mackenzie. You'll be on your best behavior though, yes?” Mackenzie nodded as she sighed in relief. One step was done, the rest she would have to see how it went. Breakfast ended and Mackenzie was taken to the spare room where she called in her extra things she kept to make things look normal as she changed into a white shirt, dark gray tank top that she pulled a blue sweater over top of. She smiled and talked briefly with Georgia before she said that she wanted to spend more time in the garden. With a sad smile, Mackenzie knowing that her parents had told them of the accident, she nodded and let her go. As she walked down the stairs and went through the kitchen Mackenzie wondered what the hell she could feed Brawley. Leftovers, she supposed though she wanted to give him more, as she took the leftover scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, toast, pancakes and more, vanishing them with plates and such so it wouldn't be seen as she made her way out of the kitchen and back to the garden. Knowing it like the back of her hand she wandered around then when she hit the point where she knew they couldn't see her she ran as fast as she could to the edge of it where she knew he was. Reaching the edge, Mackenzie took a moment to catch her breath as she looked at Brawley. He was still there... still bruised and probably starving. “I'm sorry I took so long.. it's just hard in my situation.. to leave..I'm sure you're hungry and in need to relax.” Walking over to him without any hesitation she reached down and took Brawley's hand and pulled it for him to get up. “The lake isn't far. I'll prepare the food there.” She couldn't in any way pull him up so she waited for him, her eyes glancing down to her hand within his as she seemed to let go of that fear again when she should have felt it. Panicked, she released his hand and began walking in the direction of the lake, again trying to collect her thoughts. “Come on.” Was all she said as she tired to forget what exactly she was doing – helping the caste she feared and helping the forbidden. Was she out of her mind? No. She was being a Queen. ((OOC: Feel free to move them to the lake.)) |
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1:21 AM Jul 11