Washing your cares away – The Embassy : PD

A romantic yaoi tale of the Ambassador, and his love Nicholas.  Co-written with Tsu. Continuing on from “Kiss me” – The Embassy.

Tsu:

 

Never in his life would he of imagined what he was doing at this very moment, it had gone very far. Oh how this was well to end shortly, he wondered if he’d request more. Maybe later on in the days or some other time but, he was enjoying it surprisingly. Something about the act he was performing made him want to please Valmont fully and he seemed to be doing just great. Keeping his eyes closed he could imagine his face and smiled at the thought. Feeling the small buck, Nicholas would continue on, his head moving up and down the length. Taking it fully in each time, his hands slightly still squeezing a bit on the lower part, massaging in a way. Nicholas would of moved his head a bit faster, up and down quicker and quicker. Slowly he would let moans slide out from his lips, letting them vibrate against him. After a couple of minutes of repeating, he’d taste the pre and smiled a bit, lifting his head for a second.

” You taste lovely. ” Nicholas said, eyes open and looking at him.

Once he put his head down again, he’d take the tip in once more. Simply letting moans vibrate against the tip only, one hand continued pulling and massaging his testes, while the free hand grabbed hold of the length and started rubbing hard, running it up and down. While both hands went to work Nic’s eyes would look up to watch Val’s reactions, working his little lips off on his tip with moans and sucking.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Those eyes. Such beautiful eyes. When he lifted his head back and Valmont tipped his head to stare down at his lover, he knew just how far he had fallen. Before he could whisper the words that he felt, Nicholas went to it again. His head down and Valmont instantly let out a cry as it was getting all too much for him to keep from exploding. Nicholas was now using his hands and his lips together, so the physical feeling mixed with the visuals was sending him right over the edge. There was now sweat running down his chest, as it heaved violently. Taking in sharp breathes and holding them as he grit his teeth. Lust spiraling out of control now. He looked down to see Nic watching him with his hands working vigorously to bring him to the end. At that point he stared down lower at his lover’s chest, and that was where he wanted to release his seed. Valmont brought a hand down to push Nicholas’s shoulder back with his other hand closing over Nic’s that was working his shaft. Together their hands moved at the same speed and with a deep throated growl, he reached his peak. Small jets of his white sex spraying onto Nic’s pinkish chest. Nicholas would be able to watch his lover’s face as he squinted his eyes tight with each release.

When he was spent, he was still trying to catch his breath but could not hide his smile. Sure he had made a mess of his lover, but to watch his face as he came was more than worth it.

“Now, you really need that shower.” Valmont joked as he reached for a cloth and handed it to Nicholas.

 

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

The smell and sense of pleasure coming off Valmont was noticeable, he knew he was enjoying this very much. He had been doing a good job and was happy with it. Quietly he continued on slowly, only teasing the tip more and more with small sucks. He could see the sweat and his chest heaving, he was getting close and it was indeed his time to finally fully take him in. Both hands and his mouth kept on working, more and more. Feeling Valmont push his shoulder back a bit, his mouth coming off and his hand moving with his. Hearing the growl the next thing he noticed was his white sex coming, to say at least it was sure a site. The first time Valmont had done it was inside and he couldn’t see it then but, not this was close up. A small chuckle came from his lips at his words, indeed he needed a shower. Taking the cloth he’d go to wipe himself, cleaning his chest off and slightly licking Valmont once cleaning the residue left.

” You’re free to join me, I think it’d be much better. ” Nicholas said curiously as he got up and leaned over his lovers larger form, taking his lips in a swift and soft kiss.

Removing his lips back off, he’d stand and his hair hung down, over his shoulders and chest. Not being shy had indeed washed away from Nicholas appearance in front of him. He didn’t need to feel so nervous in front of him anymore, it was something he enjoyed a lot. Walking over he’d pick up his shirt and slid it on his body, standing there in just a shirt and his white hair messed in a craze everywhere. Picking up his remaining cloths he opened the door and put his head out, peaking around the corner. There wasn’t anyone so, he was free to go, not that it mattered much. Looking back once more at Valmont, he’d give a small wink and shut the door with a click. If Valmont followed it’d be so they both could simply enjoy a non sexual fest in the bathtub or shower, he wouldn’t push luck on it. A soft humming coming from his lips as he walked down and to his room.

 

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont couldn’t help but smile as he watched Nicholas put on just a simple shirt, before heading off to the nearest bathroom to clean up. It was amusing to just sit back and watch as he walked out of the room, giving Val an eagle eye view of his bare backside. One that he so wanted to smack. The door closed and then Valmont tilted his head back and let out a sigh. What on earth had he done? Was it lust, or love that caused him to act the way he did? It was all so fast, that even now as he was on his own and able to gather his thoughts that he was coming to realize the extent of what had happened between them. There was no running away from it though. Valmont was in love with Nicholas. He raked his fingers through his silver locks and pursed his lips together. He didn’t want to hide this from the world. Nor did he want Nicholas to ever feel ashamed about it. Valmont had accepted him as he was, for who he was. God, he had just made love to him for hours.

“I love him.” Those three words rang out through his mind. He know he said it to Nicholas, and now he was repeating it to himself. As incredible as it was. He had fought against his own nature, and found what he was looking for after all these years in the man that had been at his side for just as long.

Feeling reassured now in his own mind, Valmont finally got up off the couch and surveyed the room. Yep, they really did a number on it. The maids are going to be in for fun cleaning this up. Walking over to the place where he took off his shirt, he picked it up in a swooping action, before putting it back on. No doubt Nicholas got a head start on that bath. Valmont decided he would join him. Going over to the bar, he went in behind and pulled out a bottle of chilled champagne and two crystal flutes, before he too headed out of the office and sauntered down to the bathroom where he could hear noises coming from.

He didn’t even knock, pushing the door open with his bare backside and waltzing in.

“I brought some bubbles, to help us enjoy a bubble bath better.” This was all said with a cheeky grin.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Thoughts had swarmed through Nicholas head as he prepped the bath. Turning the water on he’d feel it to make sure it was warm enough. Standing up he had heard Valmont come in and with bubbles, it was nice of him. He’d walk over and take it from his hand, opening and pouring a little into the bath. The soap would start to rise with the water, setting the container down he sat for a moment and looked at Val. Taking this moment he looked over him, he was really handsome and how he had gotten lucky. A small blush rose to his cheeks from thoughts of earlier, closing his legs and groaning some.

” The bubble will make it more splendid, the champagne will be good to. ” He said finally getting up and walking over to him.

While he held onto the bottle of wine he’d wrap his arms around his neck and leaned up, giving a small kiss. After he’d let go and walk out of the bathroom into his room. Looking around he’d go to the dror to get two robs and some towels hanging, walking back into the bathroom. He’d set the towels down and the others on the sink, the water would be ready as he’d walk to turn it off. Nicholas would strip off the shirt he had on, wiggling his behind towards Valmont some. Moments later he’d get into the tub, sinking down and his hair starting to get wet. He looked a bit small since the tub was huge, looking over at him he’d smile a little.

” Well then, lets bath Val.” He said finally

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Talk about cheeky. Valmont couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Nicholas’s antics. He was now embracing this new found self confidence, and it was a joy to see. Even if the view was of that wiggling ass. Valmont slowly peeled off his shirt, as the taps to the bath were finally turned off. The water was steaming and you could see the rise of heat that came from the bubbles. It all looked so inviting. Course, there was the bottle of champagne that he had brought. That would need opening. Unwinding the metal tie, Valmont mused softly to himself. A light hum while he worked the cork till it came off with a loud pop! Good thing that Valmont knew how to open a bottle correctly so that none of the precious bubbly was lost. He tilted the bottle and poured them both a glass each, before setting the bottle down upon the vanity. Already the mirrors in the bathroom had fogged up, and with a dimming of the lights the setting couldn’t have been more romantic.

“I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed a bubble bath. Well, not like this anyways.” Taking a bath with a lover was a new experience, and one that Valmont planned to relish.

Setting down the glasses on the bath edge, he stepped into the water – one leg at a time. It was hot…damn hot, but enjoyable. Valmont released a sigh as he let himself lower into the waters, all the while watching his lover who know had the edges of his hair getting wet. it only made him look more attractive.

Valmont took both glasses, and then handed one to Nicholas.

“To a new adventure….” Valmont went to tap the edge of his crystal flute to Nicholas’s. The choice of words for the toast were unusual, but they held a lot of meaning. Valmont hoped that this budding new romance was one that had a future, though it was bound to lead them into uncharted waters, thus the implication that any path they took together was an adventure.

After taking a sip, Valmont asked. “So, how long have you wanted me to be your lover?’ Talk about being direct.

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Embassy of Hell

 



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Nicholas had sat there and watched Valmont get in, talking about the first time taking a bath like this. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he got in. It was amazing to see him naked over and over again, something he’d have to get use to. Once Valmont handed him the glass he took it and let it go against his in the toast. This would indeed bring many adventures, he was willing to go on each and everyone one of them with him.

Yes, there will be many new adventures and new experiences, hopefully.” He said to him.

Nicholas had turned himself so he was sitting in front of Valmont, legs together and neat. He was small so he’d be able to fit easily between him and in the tub. It was one of those perks of being small though in the long run it wasn’t very helpful. A lot of things were needed to be done with higher height. The thoughts washed away as he took a sip of his wine, chocking a bit at the direct question. Nicholas patted his chest some coughing once, that was Valmont for you. He wondered on when he did start thinking about that. Lost in thought he took another quick drink and set it on the side, looking at Valmont.

” Lets see.. a couple of months ago. Over the time of working under you and watching you, I just kinda fell for you. I wasn’t sure how but, it happened. With all the ‘clients’ and things you have and cause of how I was made, I didn’t honestly think we’d come this far. But, now I know that things can happen for the impossible.” Nicholas said with a smile.

He laid his head back in the water to soak his hair fully, it draping against his face now. Lifting up a bottle of soap he’d squirt some into a sponge.

” So.. who’s going to get cleaned first? ” The boy asked with a small playful smirk.

 

 

 

I want to believe

I want to believe

In the words they say

The promises they make

The plans they lay

 

But everyday

You get a different view

The people are now

So very confused

 

We want leadership

Someone to admire

Someone to trust

But the dreams

of the people

are turning into dust

 

More talk of war

Less on equality

Less on love

All I see now

Is the death

Of the white peace dove

It started with a kiss – The Embassy : PD

 

Tsu:

 

Pure bliss and pleasure had ran through the males body, something he truly loved at that moment. It was rather interesting process, feeling him deep inside. Valmont had let himself go after and you could say Nicholas had moaned out to himself from the other release. This was something different and he wondered if it would happen again. His question was answered with Val’s comment and he let out a small chuckle.

” Not amazing as you, and no.. It didn’t hurt much after, it felt wonderful. ” he had said towards him.

Sitting on the edge he was still close to him and it felt good. The kiss that was placed again felt better and he did indeed hope the next time was better, not like he didn’t enjoy this one himself. It surprised him hearing Valmont say he’d love him forever, was that going to change his ways? What exactly did this mean for them now, they both took each other as their own. There was bound to be consequences, no? Many questions wondered through his head but his head snapped towards the open door. Seeing the maid you could say Nicholas moved quick to bring his legs up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them. This had been embarrassing her walking in and seeing them like this, especially Nicholas and what he was. His normal face once again had returned a bit red and he looked to the opposite side of the room.

” Well, this isn’t awkward at all.” The boy said finally remaining quiet after.

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell 

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“Not at all.” Valmont offered a simple three word response as he turned his head ever slowly to see the maid standing there, dropping her feather duster and gawking at the pair in deep shock. It was not exactly what how you would expect to find the Ambassador and his assistant, and there was probably going to be the need for explaining. But that was where Valmont showed a different expression. More one of amusement. How odd. Was he not embarrassed to be found in such a compromising position. In fact, he took it in his stride. Though Nicholas was pulling back and drawing his legs up, Valmont turned and as bold as a peacock, he strutted towards the woman butt naked. His length was still covered in Nicholas’s ministrations, and Valmont couldn’t be prouder. The maid gasped as she watched him walk towards her. You had to admit he was incredibly good looking, especially like this.

“Enjoy the show, Martha?” Valmont’s voice had a sultry edge to it, and he then leaned casually upon the door frame, as she wrang her hands and looked panicked. “And no…I’m not going to invite you in.” This he was adament about. A slight pause happened, before he reached out and grabbed the girl by the back of the head and then forced her to the wall of the corridor. His eyes blazing as he locked on hers.

“You didn’t see anything unusual. Just Nicholas and I searching for….my pencil.”

“Just searching for a pencil, My Lord.”

“Good girl. Now, why don’t you go check on the kitchens and see when dinner will be ready.” Valmont flashed a grin, as he used his ability of mental manipulation to compel her to do his wishes. When she nodded slowly, he released her hair and then patted her head like she was a child.

“Off you go then.”

The maid bobbed a curtsey and hurried off, completely oblivious now. Just the way that Valmont liked it. A chuckle escaped his lips, as he re entered his office and made sure this time to lock the door when he closed it.

“Women…” This was said with a sarcastic tone. He then sauntered back over to Nicholas with a wicked grin.

“Now…where were we?”

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

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Not at all he saids, not at all? That’s crazy! Nicholas was beyond flushed and nervous, he sat there with himself still covered. Watching him walk Nicholas eyes trailed down his back all the way to his feet, he was a handsome man. You could say he got lucky in this right now, he had him to his self. Watching with a tilted head he had to give him props for walking like that, he was a man after all. Biting down on his lip he’d listen to the conversation, compulsion was coming into play. A small sigh of relief left his lips, he was saved. It was amusing watching him talk and command her, it made him think if he’d ever use it on him; to make him one of his things. Nicholas would shake his head at the thing he said, searching for a pencil, real original. The door had locked and Nicholas was wondering what was going to happen.

” Yes woman, such a pain. God, that was embarrassing. ” He had said rolling his eyes playfully and saying sarcastically but, the last part was hushed.

Nicholas couldn’t complain, he was half of one and he understood them. Watching his face something went through Nicholas, what was the grin for? Once Valmont was back in front of him he’d yet to put his legs back down, perhaps he was playing with him? He was indeed and it was funny.

” You were saying you’d love me forever. ” Nic said repeating what he had said earlier, before interruption.

With that his face had turned once again with a blush. This was still new and he had in fact just gotten his first lover, let alone it was his employer at first. This would be something he wondered how Zachary and the rest would take it, maybe it’d work out though.
 

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

Valmont couldn’t help but laugh now, as the moment passed. Sure, the surprise of the maid entering the room was ill timed, but fixing the situation took very little effort on the Ambassador’s part. It was easy to see though that it troubled Nicholas. He looked adorable, trying to cover himself when the maid appeared so unexpectedly. Taking charge of the situation so that it didn’t spiral into something worse, Valmont showed a side of himself that the young man may not have ever witnessed before. It was in fact very rare to see a public use of his mind manipulation technique. The ambassador knew that women’s tongue were as loose as old pantie elastic, and their affair being still in it’s infancy was something that Valmont wanted to protect. Not just for the sake of what Nicholas was, but also because to Valmont this was a very private affair. What they shared was so special to Valmont, and he was not about to force Nicholas out into the open with his sexuality.

Standing before him now, as Nicholas lowered his legs on the table and appeared to relax some, Valmont was more than happy to answer any questions that he had. Course, the way that he agreed about the statement Women.. had Valmont laugh heartily once more. “We are going to have to get used to the odd walk in.” Being that the Embassy employed so many people, that was a forgone conclusion. “We just need to remember to lock the door.” This was said with a wink, while Valmont ran his hand up and down Nicholas’s inner thigh. It wasn’t a sign that he was about to flip the boy over and have him again, just that he wanted to touch him and be close.

” You were saying you’d love me forever. ” Nicholas was getting back to what was being said before the interruption. Valmont had a moment to think about this and what he meant by it. Keeping his eyes focused on Nicholas, he said “I don’t normally take lovers. Nor have I had a relationship that was anything more than a passing fancy.” Valmont was being as open as he could be with Nicholas, he deserved that much.

“What I feel for you, is what I have been searching for…..forever.” It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant now. What they had was true, even if it was unconventional. “I meant what I said, you were made for me.”

His voice was lower than before, as though these words were just for Nicholas, no one else.

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~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

A feeling of comfort had run through Nicholas as Valmont rubbed his inner thigh. He felt use to it so he hadn’t been blushing anymore of it. This had been a sad night but, a joyful night. Nicholas had found someone who loved him and he found someone he loved. Seeing the wink he’d chuckle a bit at the comments and snickered a little. He realized that this would be private for both of them and he knew why. Nicholas wasn’t exactly sure if he wanted to come out, he didn’t mind if he said he was gay but, he didn’t want it to get complicated. So he was happy that it was like this at the moment, it would be amazing in the end. It had become serious as he started talking about not finding a relationship and he thought he was truly special at this moment.

” I’ve never felt this way before and I’m truly happy about it. I never thought it’d come to this, I was always scared but, I’m not now.” He said truthfully and got off the table, standing in front of him.

Closing the gap between them he would put his arms around his neck, pulling himself up.

” I’m glad I could end your search. “ Nic said softly.

Moments later his lips were on Val’s once again, his body lifting himself up. His legs were wrapped around Valmont’s waist as he held him close. It surprised him that he was able to lift himself up like this but, he just wanted to feel on him again. Maybe this was still the hormones? No, it was love that he wanted and he would be happy with just kissing or that. These experiences were amazing to Nic and he’d like to experience more.

 

Love Interrupted – The Embassy : PD

Continuing from The Heat of the Moment, Valmont and Nicholas’s tryst becomes something more than either had anticipated.  (Fantasy RP – Yaoi)

Tsu:

 

As wrong as it was, the two males were here doing this and making it go fully. Nicholas had felt at complete bliss with his fingers working in him. His kisses would continue slightly, nibbling and leaving small marks on his neck. Feeling his hips move back and fourth, he’d move his hand quicker, squeezing much more on his member. He had to admit, he was a good size for what he was and he didn’t mind it. Feeling his fingers slide out a small groan would escape his lips with a pout. Nicholas was enjoying it but, he knew what was to come next. Being there half on him he’d watch him suck the juice and panted a bit. His head tilted a bit as he watched him throw off his pants and throw everything onto the floor. It would be something he’d most likely be picking up after, it was him after all. After being fully nude from the strip and laid on the table, Nicholas looked up at him lovingly.

Once he was rubbing you could say something moved in Nic. It felt so good at the moment and small moans escaped his lips. Laying there his arms would relax against the side of the table, watching and listening to him. His eyes filled with Lust, his own filled with it too, along with many other things. He wouldn’t want anyone after, he had opened himself up and exposed him in this room, he wouldn’t see himself accepting as Valmont was. Nicholas was ready and once he felt the tip to his entrance, you’d think the next moments would be the most amazing thing ever but, it wasn’t at it seems. Once he pushed again entering him, a huge pain ran through his body. Instantly he had let his nails scratch into the desk, tears were flooding his eyes and sliding down.

” V-V-Valmont, i-i-it hurts! Ah, god.. ” He would of cried out, drowning out Val’s own pleasurable cries.

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Nicholas body had arched up and his nails digging into the desk more, bleeding from the scratching. No amount of words could describe the main as he moved in deeper into him, you’d think he would of broke but, he didn’t. Remembering the female anatomy this was the moment he had lost his hymen to the man before him. His words were a blur but, he heard them. After a couple of moves inside the pain would ease but, still remain. It was not becoming pleasurable and something inside Nic sparked as he looked at him, tears done but, still lingering.

” Valmont.. oh Valmont, please take me..” He had moaned out finally. Feeling truly different, his arms going up and wrapping around his neck, nails slightly sliding against his back.

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Razorbackwriter:

 

Embassy of Hell

That moment when Nicholas cried out, that he was in such pain from Valmont’s hard thrust had brought a look of shock and surprise. Nicholas…was a virgin. Blinking for a moment, as though he could hardly believe this was real the incubus suddenly felt a great sense of pride, though seeing Nicholas in such pain awakened something else. The demon within him almost sang at the beauty of such a moment. The blood flowed as the hymen was broken, and Valmont wanted nothing more than to kiss away those tears. Yes, the pain would be felt as it was a rite of passage, but God….the colour of his cheeks, the way he arched his back. It did nothing but excite Valmont even further. Valmont was his first…and he was going to be his last.

Slowly…ever slowing he pulled out of the young one – gazing down at his blood coated member. He was almost out, when he looked back up at his lover. “The pain is nothing compared to the bliss I shall give you.” Words of comfort almost, as he brought himself down to be covering his lover. Valmont went slow. Precise thrusts that were designed to ease Nicholas through the pain. It was incredibly intimate. Nothing could compare to this. Valmont could start to feel Nicholas relax, and then he moaned his name. Begging….yes begging for more.

Valmont would do more than just oblige. He started to kiss those tear stained cheeks, his hips now rolling in an age old rhythm. It was like they were the perfect fit for each other and Valmont whispered into Nicholas’s ear.

“You were made for me. My darling.’ This meant that all inhibitions were gone. Valmont saw Nicholas as being his soul mate, his equal. Those silver eyes held tears, but the beauty of the moment would only grow, as he held Nicholas down and showed him what love was. Their cheeks rubbed against each other each time their hips smacked together. Deeper and deeper….harder and harder. Both racing now with their needs wanting fulfillment. Valmont’s lips hungrily sought that of his lover. Kissing him with a raw passion as he found the inner spot within Nicholas, that would take him higher.

He only stopped kissing, to watch in awe of Nicholas’s face. He wanted to see him reach that peak. He wanted to engrave it into his heart and mind.

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“Enjoy me.”

~RB~

 

Tsu:

 

Embassy of Hell

 



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Nicholas had shuttered a bit from the pulling out, watching him. Hearing his words did indeed bring comfort to him, it was good. Once again feeling him go in, he thought it’d hurt but it didn’t. Feeling them slow and steady he relaxed his body back down against the table. It was a amazing feeling and he knew exactly from those words that he was being truthful. The kisses brought a small smile to his lips, moans starting up again as he moved more. It was something truly good and he couldn’t get enough of it. Hearing his words a gasp would escape his lips and his eyes widened, was that it? Had he taken him to be his lover, it was a shock to him.

” I was made for you.. ” He spoke softly, face still slightly red from before.

The next moments were true love making and Nicholas body wanted to cry out in pleasure from it. He wouldn’t let it happen yet. Closing his eyes he’d once again arch his upper half up as he hit his spot. Something about it made his body feel amazing and he wanted more. Once his lips fell upon him again, he’d kiss back with just as much passion for his love. Nicholas wanted Valmont to feel his love too, he wanted it all. With the deepness and pace, he could feel that it was closing in on his time. Both there hips rocking into each other he’d open his eyes and looked directly into Valmonts, slightly shuttering some and then something shattered in him. Something he hadn’t felt before but, he had released and with it he cried out loudly from the immense pleasure. He did take his words and enjoyed him, giving him something in return. Panting and breathing a bit hard, he’d relax once more against the table for the last time.

” Val.. I-I-I l-love you, that was amazing”

Those words had come out slowly and calmly, he was a bit shocked he had said it. Being true to his words he would lean up and wrap his arms around Valmonts neck. He’d pull his head down and kiss him once again softly and lovingly.

Razorbackwriter:Embassy of Hell

Whoever could have imagined that this scene would come to fruition? Nicholas experiencing the dizzying heights of what was his first ever orgasm, and to have surrended his heart body and soul to that of the Ambassador. Nothing more beautiful than seeing that face. Not only seeing it, but feeling the way that Nicholas’s body tensed up and then the slow and yet powerful release. It was enough to drive the incubus on and he did so. Taking in those last moments to gasp….and then cry out as he was brought to the spectacular end. Heart beats so strong as he thrust those last few times, to capture the final moments of Nicholas’s own release. There were no words to describe it. The pleasure was beyond measure, and the words shared were so quiet. Nicholas fell….right then and there. Head over heels for this man that had just showed him what love was. The room again fell to silence, as the lovers kissed so tenderly. Valmont laying on his lover, still deep inside of him – spent.

Nicholas had his arms around his neck as though not ever wanting to let him go. Valmont couldn’t help but smile as small drops of sweat ran down his forehead.

“No, you are the one who is amazing.” He said almost breathlessly, as he went to stand, but brought his lover so that he was sitting upon the desk edge. Their eyes still focused on each other. Valmont didn’t even consider the fact that he had just came inside Nicholas. He was too caught up in this affair. The passionate and beautiful gift that they now shared. He then remembered the pain that Nicholas had suffered, and this caused Valmont to frown a little.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad.” Valmont’s hands cupping his lover’s face.

“The next time, will be better….I promise.” Losing himself in Nicholas’s eyes, he then kisses him again, but harder this time. As though sealing his words with a kiss. He broke it cause something popped in his mind that he had to say.

“I’m going to love you forever.” He wanted so badly now to carry Nicholas back to his room and show him what he meant, when the door suddenly opened. A maid had heard the items being knocked off the desk and came to check for herself, only to see Nicholas and Valmont in a compromising position.

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“MY LORD!” ~RB~ 

More than a feeling – The Embassy – PD

More than a feeling….

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Embassy of Hell

The ride back from Krakus Mountain by Valmont and Nicholas, was a pretty somber one. Valmont had failed to stop Raul from both the killing of Amala and Habib, and also was unable to stop the Warlock from escaping. For a man like Valmont, this was a crushing blow to his self esteem. He rode with an impassive expression. Like talking about it was not going to help. What would Zachary say about his Ambassador now? That he was less of a man for not being able to stop one man from getting away with murder. Valmont was being hard on himself. Reason being, he put Nicholas first. Constantly trying to protect him, when he should have gone on the offensive. It was eating into him.

Arriving late now back through the gates of the Embassy, he was quick to disembark – handing the reigns of his horse to a stable boy, then giving Nicholas a chance to catch him up. Valmont had taken his bag down off the back of the horse, and swung it over his shoulder. He appeared stony faced, and in the fading light it was still possible to see the pain in his eyes. When Nicholas dismounted finally, Valmont would turn and head up and into the Embassy only to drop his bag at the door for a staffer, and then make a bee line for his office. Maybe Zachary beat them back. He was hopeful that Bandit would be found again soon, and before Raul.

On entering his office, it was plain to see that Zachary had not yet made it back. Angered by this he walked over to a filing cabinet that on the top of it had a whiskey decanter and a few crystal glasses. Would having a drink cure the pain and conflict he felt? He went to reach for a glass, when the flash of memory of Amala and Habib being murdered appeared before his eyes. Valmont squinted, and then with a roar of anger, he punched his fist into the filing cabinet, causing him to cut his hand open on the twisted metal drawer. Pulling his hand back, you could see the open cuts and the blood running down his hand. He actually enjoyed the pain.

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Maybe this could make him feel something other than the wretched thoughts that had taken his mind prisoner.

~RB~

 

 

Tsu:  The ride back to the Embassy had been a quiet one, Nicholas could tell Valmont was still upset. It hurt him too, he didn’t want to see him like this but, of course it was bound to happen. Once they arrived, he’d dismount and watched Valmont go into the place quickly. Greeting the stall boy, he’d bring his bags behind him and set them down next to Val’s. Nicholas went about talking to a couple of people quickly, making sure everything was okay and explaining what happened. Also telling that the carriage would need to be picked up, it had broken down after all. He wondered up towards Valmonts office just in time to hear the angry roar and smashing, which worried him. Quickly he’d go in and saw the bleeding hand, a small gasp escaping his lips. Walking out of the room for a moment he returned, with a first aid kit. Slowly he walked over to Valmont.

” Valmont, let me fix your hand. It’s going to be alright. ” He said calmly, trying to sooth him as best as possible.

Picking up his injured hand he would tend to it, getting out the peroxide and bandages. While doing this blood had fallen onto Nicholas jacket and his hands were slightly bloody. He would take off his jacket, along with the scarf around his neck. All that remained was the long white dress shirt he had on. Once he finished bandaging Val’s wounded hand, he’d unbutton his cuffs and roll them up. It was slightly hot so, without really caring he let down his hair. It fell over his shoulders and down his back, you could see the girlish features. Quickly he’d pull it all up into a bun, short and long strands of hair hanging on the side of his face. Nicholas undid the first button to his shirt and with that, his full neck was exposed, the cheekbones and sculpture of his face, visible to Valmont. Lifting Valmont’s hand Nicholas would grasp it in his own two, holding it and looking at him.

” I know what happened was sad but, It was my fault too. I could of started attacking and I didn’t. We both didn’t act quick enough, me probably being a reason why you didn’t go as quick.” Nicholas said, knowing that if Valmont hadn’t been protecting him, he’d of had Raul and wouldn’t of let him get away.

” Zachary will be fine, I know it, I can feel it. He will save Bandit and the child, he’s strong enough to kill Raul if needed. You should know this more then anyone, he’s been here longer then I have. I refuse to let you drink it away or hurt yourself, it won’t happen.” He said in a somewhat scolding voice, him lifting his hand and kissing it some.

It was just a small comfort that only Nicholas could hope would help him. He really would hate to have him drink away the problem, when their were other ways of coping. Nicholas would let of his hand and rest his hands on his hips, letting out a deep sigh and staring at Valmont, watching him. Maybe things would get better tonight, he had a gut feeling that it might or they might not.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

Turning his hand over to see the blood on the back, Valmont was then interrupted by the small gasp that Nicholas let out. Valmont half expected him to come in, and possibly scold him for injuring himself in a fit of anger. Instead, Nicholas left the room, only to return with a small first aid kit. Valmont rolled his eyes, thinking the wound was nothing more than superficial. Course it was painful as you would expect it to be. Walking across the room, Nicholas was intent to tend to his Lordhip, even though Valmont felt foolish and embarressed about the whole thing. He had trouble looking at the young man, who was now holding his hand whilst getting the peroixide and bandages.

“You really shouldn’t have to do this. It’s just a scratch.” Valmont was really bad at lying. Nicholas’s soft words were clearly not getting through. Truth was, the real pain was coming from a place that you couldn’t see. As the young man had blood dripping on him, he took off his jacket, and then his scarf which left him only wearing the very light and see through dress shirt. With his hair tumbling down, before being put up in a loose bun, Valmont would finally look at Nicholas again, yet see the feminine version of him Even opening his shirt, and pushing up his sleeves showed off the supple white of his skin. So smooth….that Valmont caught his breath as he stared at the delicate contours of his neck. It was like he was seeing Nicholas for the first time, but not as a male. He was seeing him as a female. This of course was bringing back that same feeling he had in the carriage. The ambassador’s heart started beating faster, as he watched Nicholas tend to him with such care. Words being said about what had happened up on Krakus only reminded him of his failings, and how he put Nicholas’s safety first. This may have prevented him from saving the Fallen, but who knew if he even could be that fast. It was Raul after all.

For a moment, it was like Nicholas knew what was going on in the back of the incubus’s mind…or did he? Mentioning Zachary only brought out an exasperated face. What on earth would he say when he learns that Raul got away….and the fallen had been murdered in front of them. It was hard to imagine, but one thing was for sure – he wasn’t going to be pleased.

“Zachary will do it right. I know…I know. He will save Bandit, and hopefully the child.” Valmont looked down at Nicholas with softer eyes, and then it happened. Nicholas brought Valmont’s hand to his lips and kissed it. This sent a thrill through Valmont’s body and he froze as he watched Nicholas with widening eyes. Did he not understand why he hurt himself truly? He was still confused about his feelings, his ideals. He wasn’t supposed to have these feelings, but he did.

“I refuse to let you drink it away or hurt yourself, it won’t happen.”

Valmont stared at Nicholas with a growing need that drink would not even be able to stop now. He closed the gap between them, and reached for the second button on Nicholas’s shirt, undoing it. Then….he undid another and another till all were undone. His large hands ran back up under the soft silk of the shirt till it pushed it back off his shoulders. Almost as though hypnotized, he reached around and undid the bun that held Nicholas’s hair in place, so that it would spill out again over his shoulders like before.

“It looks so much better down.” Valmont started to rake his fingers through Nicholas’s hair, as though brushing it back – feeling its softness. The incubus was attracted to the female half of Nic and he was unable to help himself now. Was he going to regret his actions later? This being so shocking, that it was exciting him further. A taboo perhaps, but Valmont had not wanted something as much as he did now and it was right before him.

Valmont drew Nicholas to him by wrapping his hand around the young man’s neck and pulled him into his form so they were now chest to chest. Nicholas would be able to smell the heightened sense of the incubus’s growing hunger….and feel it.

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“Can you feel this?’ His voice now husky as their hips pressed against each others and the incubus kissed the young man with a renewed passion. Forcing his tongue into Nicholas’s waiting mouth, while their bodies started to dance.

 

~RB~

Madonna – Bitch! I’m Madonna (feat. Nicki Minaj)

 

Only Madonna could pull off yet another change in style, and still be contemporary.  This clip has just been released with a star studded cast and featuring my favorite performer, Nicki Minaj.  Enjoy.  RB. ❤

“Bitch I’m Madonna”
(feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Hook 1: Madonna]
Ooooooooooh
Ooooooooooh
(You’re gonna love this)
Ooooooooooh
(You can’t touch this)
Ooooooooooh
(Cuz I’m a bad bitch)

[Verse 1: Madonna]
We hit the elevator right up to the rooftop
The bass is pumping make me wanna screw the top off
Yeah, we’ll be drinking and nobody’s gonna stop us
And we’ll be kissing anybody that’s around us

[Pre-Chorus 1: Madonna]
I just wanna have fun tonight (blow up this shit tonight)
Put me under the flashing light
Ohhhhh, let me blow up this house tonight
(Gonna blow up!)

[Drop]

[Chorus: Madonna]
We go hard or we go home
We gon do this all night long
We get freaky if you want
Na nana na na na
We go hard or we go home
We gon do this all night long
We get freaky if you want
Bitch, I’m Madonna
(Bitch bitch, I’m Madonna)
(Bitch bitch, I’m Madonna)

[Verse 2: Madonna]
We’re jumping in the pool and swimmin’ with our clothes on
I poured a beer into my shoe and got my freak on
The neighbor’s pissed and says he’s gonna call the Five-O
If they show up then we are gonna give a good show

[Pre-Chorus 2: Madonna]
I just wanna go out tonight
Put me under the flashing light
Ohhhhh, let me blow up this house tonight
(Gonna blow up!)

[Drop: Nicki Minaj]
(B-b-bitch move)

[Chorus: Madonna]
We go hard or we go home
We gon do this all night long
We get freaky if you want
Na nana na na na
We go hard or we go home
We gon do this all night long
We get freaky if you want
Bitch, I’m Madonna
(Bitch, I’m Madonna)
(Bitch bitch, I’m Madonna)
(Bitch, I’m Madonna [repeat])

[Bridge: Madonna]
Who do you think you are?
You can’t mess with this lucky star
Ohhhhh, who do you think you are?

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Uh!
Poured up with my nose up
And that rosé up in that thinga
I’m froze up with my stove up
Cuz he eatin’ like it’s his dinner
I run shit, I don’t fall back
Cuz I’m on track, I’m a sprinter
I’m bossed up, I got ’em awestruck
It’s not a toss up, I’m the winner
Be-b-b-beep-beep, bitch, move
Before I bang-bang with that uzz
That’s Miu Miu on my shoes
Ain’t got a thing left for me to prove
It’s that bottle service all night
It’s that pop and urban just right
It’s that “go hard or go home” zone
Bitch, I’m Madonna, these hoes know

[Chorus: Madonna]
We go hard or we go home
We gon do this all night long
We get freaky if you want
Na nana na na na
We go hard or we go home
We gon do this all night long
We get freaky if you want
Bitch, I’m Madonna

[Hook 2: Madonna]
Ooooooooooh
(We do it like this)
Ooooooooooh
(You’re gonna love this)
Ooooooooooh
(You can’t touch this)
Ooooooooooh
(Cuz I’m a bad bitch)

[Bridge 4: Madonna]
Who do you think you are?
(Cuz I’m a bad bitch)
Who do you think you are?
(Cuz I’m a bad bitch)
Who do you think you are?
(Cuz I’m a bad bitch)
Who do you think you are?!

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
“Go hard or go home” zone, bitch
I’m Madonna, these hoes know

 

Time stops – Hell’s Kitchen : SS

~They say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops – and that’s true.~

iMoo

Narcissa was more or less lost on everything that had just taken place. She resorted to standing idly by, silent as everything was handled by the Doctor alone. More or less, anyway. Everyone had parted on their own without her having to see them out, or ensure that no detours were made. She would simply look after them each time they went, eyes following them curiously before they turned back to Wilhelm. The room was silent again without anyone left to make demands to the man. Narcissa, who had began to look dull, perked up enough that light seemed to flash back in her eyes and the corners of her lips turned up slightly. This was the face best worn for the others in Hell’s Kitchen. It didn’t last long though. The sound of the lift having been silenced in the distance, it was only when the frankensteinian girl began walking toward Wilhelm that he staggered and clutched a work bench. “Doctor?” Her smile faltered while she slowed midstep, reaching out as though to help steady him from where she stood. Everything…I did, I did for love. Narcissa didn’t know what the Doctor meant as he continued speaking, but the tone of his voice and his expression concerned even her. The girl’s usually smiling face was now sporting a frown. The tear that rolled down his cheek as he looked at her caused her to freeze further; this was not the Wilhelm she knew. But she understood he had deeper feelings than happiness, like everyone in Hell’s Kitchen. Narcissa would stare back at him as he stood before her and patted her shoulder. “Wilhelm…” The monster never said the Doctor’s name. Not ever. She did now, but without knowing what she wanted to say to him.

Not that it would matter in the end. She looked in the direction that he turned, and as he walked away to a control panel. From here the monster took a step toward him and stopped again, as though she was unsure what to do in their current situation. Narcissa was obviously confused to what situation was being brought up, but she had a gut feeling that it was bad. Was Wilhelm in the right state of mind? Had the deal he just made meant something bad for him? Something bad for Hell’s Kitchen? She had barely heard his whisper before the sirens started blaring around the pair, red lights flashing over the originally green lit room. There was no answer for that question, as she couldn’t begin to guess what his secret might have been. Even remembering the short moment from the previous night while he helped her pick out a mask, she could come up with nothing. Her mind wouldn’t delve that deep while she recognized that the Doctor was in low spirits now and saying weird things. “Doctor, I don’t…” Narcissa’s eyes dragged away from him, shooting toward the lift when she heard the hunchback scream for him. His continuous calling only frightened her before she looked back to see Wilhelm swaying on his stool. He would kill himself with blood loss… But why wasn’t she moving to remove the IV needle from his arm? “Doctor, please!” She clutched onto her white coat nervously, looking deeply concerned for him. It felt like her feet were stuck to the ground. She could always reach the lift and attempt to get out, but she didn’t know the code either. What did that mean for her? Narcissa looked to the insulators that were bubbling; the first one finally broke and something hideous fell out. One of the Doctor’s creations, no doubt. Was there any hope to control these things? For her? She tried to pay no mind to the way it roared at her, baring its terrible fangs. Normally, she wouldn’t be bothered by this sort of thing, but she was always in company of the good Doctor and the rest of the team. Now she was alone, and Wilhelm seemed crazed…at least compared to his normal personality and ideas. But the set up here was planned; this had been his way to bring his army to life, so he was thinking clearly. “Doctor!” she cried out, despite the heaps of goopy bodies falling to the ground around the tomb. Narcissa had to lunge forward to catch him before he hit the ground, sobbing. Her cries were dry, as her tear ducts didn’t work. “Don’t be dead! I like you alive!” She pulled the IV needle form his arm at long last, if the fall hadn’t done so for her, and she stood up to look at the standing undead, shoulders shaking as she clutched onto Wilhelm with the hope that he was only unconscious. Narcissa would begin to back away toward the lift, one hand reaching for her rod that she kept tucked in her coat pocket while she propped the Doctor against her shoulder.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – Cardis Tomb

~They say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops – and that’s true.~

The scene in Cardis tomb was now apocalyptic. Blasts of electrical energy, sparks pouring out of so many machines, the bright flashing of warning lamps that signaled the great danger that had been unleashed by the actions of the Doctor. One by one, the vast army was collapsing out from the insulated bubbles that had kept them suspended for near to ten years. It was the sight of nightmares, one of the scariest things imaginable. In the middle of all this, a terrified and confused Narcissa was struggling to save the doctor, who had collapsed due to sheer blood loss. The secret ingredient to the Doctor’s masterpiece….his own blood. Pale, and barely able to keep his eyelids from closing his figure was limp against the female monster. But while his body seemed to have all but given up on life, in his mind’s eye…..he could see….her.

The scene was all black and white. That same street where they last saw each other. The night that Wilhelm was to give her his ring. There was no cars, no other people. Just Missy standing on the other side of the road. God, she looked beautiful. Wilhelm looked down and saw he was wearing his usual lab gear however. Was this what death was like?

“Wilhelm!” She cried out, almost shocked to see him in this place. Was it the afterlife? It certainly wasn’t hell, but it wasn’t heaven either.

“Missy?” Wilhelm started to run across the road and Missy did the same, till they both reached the center and hugged each other. Missy was crying as she kept stroking Wilhelm’s head. The world was all but frozen, as though they were the only people left. Wilhelm hugged her as if his very life depended upon it. Missy put her hands to cup his cheeks and kissed him repeatedly, though now both were crying. It had been so long. For all the horrible things that the Doctor had done in trying to keep her alive, he had never again seen her spirit, till now.

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Breaking the kiss, they stared at each other. Lost in each other’s eyes and this very moment. “I’ve been with you all along, Wil. I saw what the Dark one did. He tricked you. Of all the ones you could never bring back, it was me.”

“Why….why couldn’t you come back to me?’ He blubbered, fighting to get the question out. The one that had plagued him for so long.

“Someone had to be your angel, Wil”

It was then that it all started to make sense. Doing a deal with a devil like Shamus brought only a cruel and sick joke in the form of what he thought was his beloved Missy. The Dark One wanted the Doctor all along. To be the creator of the army that would ruin the balance of Hell once and for all. Dangling the carrot that he could have his love back. Missy brought up Wilhem’s fingers to her lips and kissed them.

“But now….now we can be together.”

Wilhelm started to smile as his eyes shined with tears. it was what he wanted…what he wanted all along. Just to be with her.

Just then a hollow sounding voice rang out through the empty street.

“Doctor!”

Both the Doctor and Missy turned – their faces hit by a strong wind that was the world starting up again. Time had stopped, this was true…but on the other side, the female monster was in great danger.

“Don’t be dead! I like you alive!”

Her panicked screams were now growing louder, as the force of wind was turning into that same storm that fell the night that Missy died. It was like he was about to watch a repeat of history.

“NO!” The Doctor was torn from Missy’s hands and was now seated in the restaurant, the ring box in his hand. Missy was back on the other side of the street, about to cross the road. The look of horror on Wilhelm’s face was apparent, as the street filled again with cars and people. Wilhelm shot up out of his chair and smashed his fists against the glass window of the restaurant as Missy stepped out onto the road……

The tomb was now alive with the roars and sound of the undead army finally awakening. It was led by the first of the creatures to break out from its insulated bubble of goo. Wilhelm’s fingers twitched slightly, as he placed it into his pocket, only to pull out a key card that fit into the slot under the lift control panel. If Narcissa could get the card into the slot before the monsters attacked, it would activate the lift – which would open on the top floor to allow Loc and Igor to enter and come to their rescue.

 

~RB~

 

IMoo

With all the sparks and electricity being unleashed from the machines around the room, Narcissa jumped back toward the wall leading to the lift. Her body was highly conductive; metal everywhere, even on her lab coat. She frantically looked from the electricity to the Doctor in her arms. There was no choice to pull out her weapon while holding him as well; she merely backed toward the lift further while the undead continued to drop onto the floor one by one. Taking a moment to look at his face, the girl could at least see that his eyes weren’t completely closed. They seemed to be fluttering; it was a sign. Her calls were continued until she noticed his fingers twitching. She would give another dry sob, looking relieved and somehow still panicked. “Wilhelm, you’re alive!” she called, rejoicing. His hand was dipping into his pocket, pulling out a key card. Narcissa’s eyes widened slightly before she grabbed it from him quickly and held onto him tighter. Looking up in time for one of the undead to lunge toward her with a massive growling roar. She jumped back, using her enhanced movements to increase the distance until she was next to the lift. The key card was pushed into place. The lift wouldn’t be on her floor, sadly…due to the leaving of the prince and his allies… Now Narcissa would have to wait, holding the Doctor tightly while keeping an eye on the undead not far off from them. “IGOR! HURRY!” she screamed, ensuring they heard her above. The girl was shaking, despite everything she had done…and was doing…for the sake of the Doctor.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Laboratory

Up in the foyer, the lights were flickering on and off as the power systems were taking a beating. Down below the harrowing screams and vicious sound of the awakened army was the very thing of nightmares. Igor was still beating on the doors when all of a sudden with a loud whoosh they opened as though by magic. Igor fell forward and landed on the interior of the lift with a splat, and down through the elevator sharft you could hear Narcissa scream for him to hurry. The hunchback had to scramble to get to his feet and could see Loc just outside the lift, his hands pressed to his ears as he continued to scream in protest to the noise below.

“LOC!…LOC! Get your arse in here. They need us!”

The creation was like an over sized child. Terrified of what was happening and not paying the hunchback any attention. His eyes were practically bulging out of his sockets, and the screams he made grew louder. There was no time for this. Each second that they lost meant that the Doctor and Narcissa would not be able to make it out of Cardis Tomb alive. The hunchback having no idea what the Doctor had done, or if he or Narcissa were injured.

“LOC! THEY NEED US NOW!” Never before had the hunchback shown such courage under the circumstances. But thankfully, the words he just yelled struck a cord within the massive creature. Even though he himself was terrified, he ambled into the lift, and this was when Igor slammed his hand on the close button. The lift now rocketing down to the special tomb, where all hell had truly broken loose.

Down in the tomb itself, the leader of the undead army was roaring at Narcissa who was doing everything she possibly could to get out of the monster’s reach. The sparks of electricity in behind him were now raining down from above. The smell of burning flesh was stifling to the senses. Being held tightly by the female creation, the Doctor groaned and tried to mumble something, but it was incoherent due to the loud noises of all the creatures breaking free of their cocooned shells. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The injection of his blood was to be done under controlled conditions. The fact that he did what he did, by practically giving all his blood in one go was a death wish. The reaction by the many creatures was a shocking catalyst. With barely enough energy to open his eyes, the Doctor reached out with his right hand towards the leader of his army.

~ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!~

~Whooosh~ The doors to the lift tore open with Igor gasping at the sight before him. Never…had he seen anything like this before. All the bodies they had harvested for over ten years, all coming to life at once.

“OH GOD!” He screamed, as he then turned to see Narcissa with the Doctor just to the side of the lift entrance. “I got you!”The hunchback clamored out and tried to help Narcissa with the Doctor, to drag him into the lift, when the leader of the army made a swipe for the trio………except…..

“FATHER!!!!” Loc roared, as he threw himself into harms way. Loc’s fist connecting with the undead army leader’s jaw, knocking him back. It was enough to give Igor the chance to help Narcissa and the Doctor…..but at great cost.

“GO!” the creation screamed as the trio were about to be safely inside the lift. Igor couldn’t believe what Loc was doing.“GET IN, LOC!” But instead of getting in, Loc slammed his hand on the lift panel, so that the doors would shut and the three could get away.

The last thing they would see, would be Loc’s determined face….as the undead leader drove his fist right through Loc’s body, ripping out his stitched heart.

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~RB~

 

10CC – The things we do for love.

“The Things We Do For Love” was written by Eric Stewart, G. Gouldman.

Too many broken hearts have fallen in the river
Too many lonely souls have drifted out to sea,
You lay your bets and then you pay the price
The things we do for love, the things we do for love

Communication is the problem to the answer
You’ve got her number and your hand is on the phone
The weather’s turned and all the lines are down
The things we do for love, the things we do for love

Like walking in the rain and the snow
When there’s nowhere to go
And you’re feelin’ like a part of you is dying
And you’re looking for the answer in her eyes
You think you’re gonna break up
Then she says she wants to make up

Ooh, you made me love you
Ooh, you’ve got a way
Ooh, you had me crawling like a dog

Like walking in the rain and the snow
When there’s nowhere to go
And you’re feelin’ like a part of you is dying
And you’re looking for the answer in her eyes
You think you’re gonna break up
Then she says she wants to make up

Ooh, you made me love you
Ooh, you’ve got a way
Ooh, you had me crawling up the wall

A compromise would surely help the situation
Agree to disagree but disagree to part
When after all it’s just a compromise of
The things we do for love, the things we do for love

The things we do for love, the things we do for love
The things we do for love, the things we do for love

SONGWRITERS
ERIC STEWART, G. GOULDMAN

Ruby – Part Seven : SS.

The tears flow freely as Ruby is struggling to understand her feelings and how it was even possible to find a friend in Valmont.

 

Razorbackwriter:  What greeted Valmont’s words was the most tragic thing he could have seen – the last thing he ever wanted to see. With her hood falling back and showing off her face to full view, it was the utter sadness, the spill of many tears that had now soaked her skin. Even her stitches were wet. Valmont’s heart sank. Did he cause this? The incubus was now questioning himself. Everything he had done up to this point, what was it that brought about her pain? You could see the quizzical expression along with regret. Regret for whatever it was that he had done wrong. The girl just sat there and stared up at him. Almost like looking right through him. No one had ever done this to him before. Valmont had never seen a girl cry.

“What have I done?”

Valmont knelt down upon the grass on one knee. He wanted to know what it was that was wrong, and how he could fix it. The ambassador was very good at diplomatic work, but dealing with someone’s feelings. Watching on in silence, he saw Ruby take out the chalk board that he had given her. Her hand was shaking so much it was hard to see what she was trying to write, but soon it became apparent just what it was.

Hurts

“Hurts?” Valmont saying the very word that she was feeling. What hurts, how does it hurt….where? Again, the ambassador was at a loss on where to begin. His eyes searching hers for answers, till it dawned on him.

“Has no one ever shown you affection before?” Was that it? Had Valmont innocently brought about a wave of sorrow from her lost memories. Valmont reached across for her hand. “How do I make it stop?”

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby saw that she wasn’t the only one hurt by the current state of affairs. Valmont too, for what he was, felt sorrow for what had happened. Ruby didn’t want him to feel sad, he had no need to be sad. It was Ruby who should feel this way. She looked at him with this expression of don’t be sad, even if her face showed little resemblence of that. Ruby stared at him for what seemed like hours, til finally she went for her board again. Valmont understood her, but how she even wrote down what she wanted to say was something short of a miracle. Another word came crashing through her skull, and she wiped down the board furiously to make room for it. She stared to write again, though this time with a little more shake. Maybe if she kept her feelings bottled up, it’d work out and she’d feel better about it. When she finally wrote it down, she showed Valmont again.

Don’t.
She didn’t want it to stop. It was a feeling she never felt before, the feeling of being loved and cared for. For Valmont to ask how to stop it was something she was terrified for. Ever since she grew comfortable around Valmont, for what little time she did, Ruby wanted nothing more than to be around him. Ruby let down her board, which still hung over her chest, and held her arms out to Valmont. She wanted a hug, because if she was to feel better she’d rather be in Valmont’s arms to do such.

 

Razorbackwriter:  
Seeing the sudden change in Ruby’s face, as though she was asking Valmont not to be sad, the Ambassador had trouble responding to it. He mirrored her in a lot of ways, and it was only natural that he should take responsibility for whatever it was that he had done to make her feel this way. What he didn’t understand was that Ruby wanted to have these feelings. Odd as that might sound. Why?

Watching her start to scribble madly on the chalkboard again, Valmont would read the one word that asked him how to help her.

“Don’t

The Ambassador held his breath as his brow creased and he sat there, almost dumbfounded. Women were so incredibly confusing at times. But then, she dropped the board and held out both her arms towards him. She wanted to be held. Maybe being held she could come to grips with her fears. Valmont genuinely did not want to hurt her at all. It was the last thing he’d ever do. So, carefully, Valmont drew Ruby up into his lap as he made himself more comfortable upon the ground, and brought her head towards his chest, so that her cheek would be pressed to his coat. His arm enveloped her, while his free hand gently stroked her hair. If she listened, she could hear the beating of his heart within his chest. A smooth rhythm that would be soothing. Steady and strong.

Valmont wouldn’t speak a word. Instead just rocking her gently and letting the gentle breeze play about them as they became closer, due to the solitude of the gardens. Would she grow to accept this affection he offered her?

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby watched as Valmont read the word she formed onto the chalkboard. She could tell that he didn’t know what was going on in the slightest. That was okay, she didn’t need him to. All she wanted to feel was his love, that was the only thing he had to do. She was taken into his arms, and she felt comforted. Ruby felt well, though tears streamed down her face; this time, they were happy tears. It may not take a short amount of time, but Ruby hoped she’d get used to this. Though she could have had the mind of an adult, and the experience of one too, Ruby was only a child in actuality. Ruby took Valmont’s shirt, and gripped it with her fragile hands, resting her head against his chest. She shouldn’t have ran from him, but it felt too much for her to handle and for that, she did have to stay away from Valmont until she could get a hold of herself. Now, she did; it felt lovely.

 

Razorbackwriter:  
Feeling the soft fall of Ruby’s tears upon his shirt, he knew that he had not been able to stop the flow of tears. Course, he didn’t realize that these were happy tears. Ruby tugged at his shirt and pulled it to her face with her tiny hands, her head nestled to his chest – being as close to him as she could possibly get. Valmont would hold her for as long as it took, till the shudders from her tiny body abated, and she was able to gain control over her emotions once more. Valmont let out a sigh, almost like he was relieved in a sense. She could have run from him again, but instead she confronted her fears and held on to him to help her get past what it was that she feared most.

Valmont’s hand came to a stop at the back of her head. Keeping it there firmly so she could feel the comfort that he’d never let her go. How would this have looked from the Embassy windows? Was anyone watching the pair? Maybe. But Valmont didn’t care. He’d tried to teach her a great deal in a very small amount of time, and it is completely possible that he had overwhelmed the poor girl into such a state that she fled from him in the ballroom.

“You don’t have to ever fear me, Lady Ruby. To some, I am a monster, beneath the frill and lace of my attire. But to you, I will always be your friend. You can count on that.”

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby felt safe, this was something she never even thought of before. She had always been on the run, always hiding from others thanks to her job as a killer. Nobody ever gave her love like Valmont, she didn’t know what to do with herself. Now she realized that this feeling would always be around, and she’d just get used to it soon. Ruby didn’t want to leave Valmont’s side and she thought to herself that he didn’t want that either. She felt his comfort rest upon her skull, and because of that she looked up. She was greeted by a soft-spoken Valmont who did not steer away using his eyes.

Ruby didn’t know a word that could response to that, but if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was show her emotions without words. She only dug herself more into Valmont’s breasts, having her stitches move slightly, very invisible, to a grin. Never before had Ruby grinned before, and though it didn’t look that way she felt good about this grin. She could tell that this relationship would last forever.

 

Razorbackwriter:  They say the greatest rewards in life are the simplest of things. Who could believe, that the girl whose mouth was sewn shut so crudely, could ever be able to smile. And yet, this is what Ruby did. It was by far one of the most wonderful moments of Valmont’s life. Did the girl understand what this made him feel? It was better than any word that could be spoken in gratitude or thanks. As each stitch moved, so to did the strings on Valmont’s heart. It swelled with pride to know that the hooded girl believed in him. Believed in their friendship – which was still so new. For both of them, this was a change in their behaviors, but so rewarding. Valmont was not feeling the same urges he did with women. This was a love of a different kind. Not that Valmont had ever truly loved anything or anyone before. No one was deserving of such. All had their ideals and ambitions, such as Lydia. That woman could turn the purest of joy into ashes in your mouth.

Valmont gazed down at Ruby with a fondness and affection that one would expect from a father figure. Ruby was a child in her form and the ambassador had no idea that beneath the sweet face, lay the heart of a woman that had lived a long time. There was so much still that Valmont did not know about Ruby, but for now he was at peace to know that he had stopped the unhappy tears and given her a source of comfort that no one else ever could.

“As time and the elements shift across these lands like sand in the hour glass, you can always count on me to be by your side.”

~RB~

 

Zu:  Every word spoken by Valmont was like elegent music gracing her ears. She took every word in, and never let it out of her mind. His voice was so soothing, comforting. Ruby was glad for the bond they had, and it was still fresh. There was so much out there for them to explore and enjoy. Though Ruby could not speak, her actions spoke louder. Sure, there were barriers but Ruby was content with that. Every relationship did have it’s problems, no? Ruby was about to write something when a small flash of memory entered her mind. Her face tensed a bit as she struggled to remember what that just was. She looked at Valmont, confused, then at th ground. What the hell was that flash? It seemed like a memory, but was it really?

 

Razorbackwriter:  Yes, their bond was one that was now unshakable, that was how Valmont viewed it. Seeing her smile was worth any heart ache or confusion. But as they enjoyed this new found closeness, it seemed that there were some things that still troubled the girl. She was about to write something on her small chalk board, to express how she felt, yet something made her pause. Her face tensing, like her eyes narrowing and the happy smile fading from view. Perhaps something had been triggered in this moment, but without her way to communicate this, she simply stared up at Valmont, then looked to the ground.

“What is it, Lady Ruby?”

Valmont knew that there must be something she wished to tell him, but for now she was unable too. They were obviously going to have many moments like this one, where she experienced flashbacks of sorts. The awakening stream of new emotions were bound to trigger them. A simple word, a piece of music, or even the joy of being held, can remind a person of an event long before this time.

Valmont was a patient enough man to wait for her to be ready to tell him.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby looked back up at Valmont when he asked this question, and her face showed the one emotion she felt at the very moment. Confusion; Ruby had no idea herself, so there was no way she could convey what she was confused about. Ruby slowly pushed herself away from Valmont to stand back up again. She was fine, so there was no need for hugging anymore. Ruby looked at Valmont, maybe if she was to leave here she’d find out just what happened. She grabbed her chalk, thinking of what the word was. She’s seen it once, and the word did flash in front of her face. After using her excellent memory, she wrote it down.

Go.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The bewildered expression upon Ruby’s face caught the Ambassador off guard. Feeling her push away gave Valmont the chance to get to his feet, and lightly brush himself off of the grass and leaf litter upon the ground. Had the ambassador’s reassuring embrace done the trick?

Watching her take out the chalk and the board again, Valmont leaned forward – wondering just what she was going to write this time. It could be anything, now that she had regained her composure. The chalk squeaked as it ran along the black board surface, shaping two letters only.

“Go.”

The fact that she could write in the common language, actual words meant that there was a side to Ruby that had once been schooled in how to write and communicate this way. It was actually a relief to see, because this alone meant that it would save them weeks, or months of tuition. But back to the word. ‘Go.’ Did she wish to leave the Embassy, to find herself?

“You wish to leave, Lady Ruby?” Was that what she needed to do?

“The gate is just a few hundred metres that way.” Valmont pointed in the right direction, before asking. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Was this a journey that she wished to take on her own?

~RB~

 

The Maze of Greed – Part Sixteen : SS.

“You had the power…you had it all along….you just needed to believe in yourself.” : Habib.

Scene setting: The Maze of Greed – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Dessy, Artie and Phyln.

 

Dessy:  Tessa heard Bandit mumble the words “fucking great”, but she didn’t say anything on the matter. She was pretty sure that she was the only one to have heard it, so she never said anything. But then all of them got distracted by the maze disappearing. They all seemed to have the exact same reaction… wondering what the fuck was going on. Tessa looked down, feeling the blood drip down her hand to see the pool of blood starting to form. “Shit.” she mumbled. They didn’t have much time left… and where the hell was Mariela?

“I’M NOT THE ONE DOING THIS!”

Raul roared, before sending the four women… girls… whatever they were… away. All of a sudden, a winged creature appeared in front of them, causing Tessa to widen her eyes and take a few steps back. He began speaking, and mentioned about the Princess of Greed being… dead? So, Mariela did it. She killed her. Honestly, this caused shocked expressions to appear on Tessa and the brothers faces. “She killed Lydia?” Tessa asked out loud, shocked. “I can’t believe it. She actually did it.”

He walked towards the boys, telling them to step aside, and they did. They then turned around to watch him walk towards Tessa. He bowed, before mentioning about how he could save Bandit. Tessa opened her mouth to speak, but Raul was already yelling about “Bandit was his”. Tessa stared at Raul, while slowly handing Bandit over to this winged creature. Raul then threatened to never let Mariela see Scar again, and then not being able to send Tessa and the boys back. He began yelling to Mariela, and Tessa closed her eyes, in hopes that her dear friend could indeed save the maze.

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Mariela had a panicked expression. The maze, and the Giant, were all disappearing in front of her, and she had no idea what to do. “Shit, shit, shit.” she cursed in a panic, turning to look all around her.

“YOU ARE THE POWER, MARIELA!!!…….YOU HAD IT ALL ALONG!!!. YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE!!! REPAIR THE BROKEN MIRROR WITH THE SHARD!!!….BRING THE MAZE BACK!!! YOU CAN DO IT!!!”

Who the hell was that? And what did he mean “she was the chosen one”? Mariela didn’t understand. She was under so much pressure, trying to save everyone and everything. Chosen one? Why was she the chosen one? How did she “have the power”? She sat here thinking about all of this, and also running out of the time.

She turned around, running back in the direction of the broken mirror. She stopped and stared at it, looking down at the shard in her hand. “How the fuck am I supposed to do this?” she mumbled, before getting down on her knees in front of the shard. She looked down at the shard again, before moving to place it by her side. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this… But it’s worth a shot.” she spoke. She held her hand over the pieces of the shattered mirror, the pieces falling back into place. Now, she needed to just take the shard and place it into the only open spot. Right? She hoped that was right. She picked up the shard… the blood now dried in place… before pressing it in place, like she was placing the last puzzle piece in a puzzle.

Artie:  Bandit’s eyes had widened at the appearance of the angel-like male, larger than ever before. Her whole body had begun to feel numb, her breathing somewhat labored now. Oh god, was this how she was going to die.. Again? As she was cradled in the arms of the male, her body felt oddly warm… Though, a blinding white had begun to intrude on the edges of her sight, her lips parting as her eyes fluttered. It became hard to gaze around, her head becoming terribly dizzy as she felt a terrible surge of nausea… And then the sounds around her became muffled, as though she was underwater in a pool and listening to everyone talk. Not even Habib’s words were completely legible, despite how he would roar them..

Clang!

The dagger once in her hand fell to the ground as Bandit went limp, her head tilting back over Habib’s arm. Her hand hung over his forearm, her hand dangling with her wrist bent towards the ground and the fingers splayed as her grip on the dagger was lost completely. Bandit’s eyes were closed and she seemed still, despite her soft breathing. This was the only indication that she was alive, as her skin had begun to pale. Habib could feel the thick wetness of her blood on his hands. In the short time she had been held by him, her blood had already been spilt enough to drip onto the ground below her. She had succumbed to the tempting feeling of unconsciousness…

Bandit was going to die.

Razorbackwriter:  

Greed : The Masquerade Ball – Maze

~Broken fragments~

It was a nightmare. People calling to the witch, begging for help and then those that roared from across the field where the maze was now flickering in and out that the witch had the power to save them all. The poor girl must have felt like her head was about to spin off her shoulders. Who to save first? Where to turn? How to use her magical powers to set things right again. The giant was now looking like a ghost as his form was fading more and more. One of his legs disappeared from view and the bulk of him crashed to the ground as though he was being wiped out of existence. The Scotsman tried to speak but now his voice was practically a whisper. Gone were the big booming vocals that they had all been used too. The very threads of magic that held everything together were snapping one by one like guitar strings. With only a few remaining as the wave of panic had hit the little witch. In her hand was the blooded shard, the final piece of the broken mirror puzzle. In that shard, you could see the eyes of the Alp – staring at her with a look of sorrow. He couldn’t hear what was happening, but had almost given up all hope.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do this?”

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“Believe in yourself.” A ghostly voice whispered in her ear. A voice that she had not heard in the longest time. It was the voice of her Mother. Somehow, in another world she still had that loving connection that one does with the spirit world. In Bandit’s heart she would be able to feel the power of love that was now being sent through via this one connection that held firm

“Your greatest power…is the power of love.”

As Mariela swept her hand across the many shattered fragments that were strewn across the ground, they all began to shimmer and rise slowly into the air. Pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that were the mirror – the enchanted mirror. A strange pinky like aura swept all the pieces together and one by one they began to fuse as the mirror itself solidified and was becoming whole. The frame like a golden halo was being recreated in a blaze of fire and sparks as the magic became stronger and stronger. It was Mariela’s love that was the greatest power in all of Hell – something that Lydia never had, nor could possibly understand. With the final piece of the puzzle in her hand, she was able to place it into the middle of the mirror…..

A glowing radiated as the piece fell into place, and the roar of power continued to spread as if by magic, the entire maze came back greater than before. Green and lush, but instead of the dark thorns, radiant flowers came to grow in the darkest parts. Beautiful statues, and gushing water fountains were springing up as the Giant was picked up by this same magical aura and his leg popped back into being.

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“You’re doing it, little witch!” The giant roared with a happy laugh that sounded out all the way to where the rest of the party were standing. It was the most beautiful thing to see in the gardens of Envy. The evil of Lydia washing away and being replaced by the balance that was the Witch. Did she truly deserve to be the Princess of Envy? No….she deserved to be something much greater than that. She had sinned, yes…..but all for love.

As the Giant landed on the ground with a thud, he stared forward and then trudged over to the Witch to pick her up in a sweeping hug and turned her around. “You did it!” then he looked over her shoulder and roared “LOOK!”

Inside the mirror, the Queen of Hearts was twisting and contorting, as the opposite of Lydia was now feeling the death of her counterpart. It was destroying the magic bond that she had and now that meant that the one that had been pulled into the mirror, could be freed. The alp’s head, which had been cut off by the Executioner’s axe rolled around and then sailed back up and locked back onto Scar’s neck. Twisting till the face came back around to face the view on the outside of Wonderland. Scar snatched up his hat and then placed it snugly upon his head. He could see his beloved Mariela, and with one last wink at the dying Queen, he stepped out of the mirror – and back into the maze of Greed.

“I’m back? I’m BACK!” Scar danced about all excited. “I have my head….and my hat…and…” he looked to Mariela and bowed low. “My Princess.”

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Yes, it was a time of celebration – but on the other side of the maze, someone was dying.

Habib looked down, seeing the dagger fall from Bandit’s hand, and feeling her body slacking.

“No! Bandit…wake up!” Habib patted her face twice, before looking up at Raul. The Warlock was just as shocked at Habib was. For all the evil that he was, he didn’t want her to die. Forgetting himself, he moved to Habib’s side and waved his hand over the wounds that had caused her to bleed out. His hand tremored and shook as you could see he was trying to use his magic to seal her wounds closed…..but it wasn’t working. “Why isn’t it working?!” The Warlock had never had this experience before. He was gritting his teeth and doing his darnedest to make the bleeding stop.

“Because it was your poisoned soul that did this! You fool. You damned fool.”

“I love her! I always loved her!” The Warlock was now frantic as he racked his brain on how to help her.

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“You have a sick way of showing it, Raul. We need to get her to the witch.” Habib gestured to the others, as the maze started to open to lead the group to Mariela and Scar.

 

~RB~

 

Phyln:  Walking through the corridors of the maze Solomon was slightly surprised as it began to fade away. Ceasing his march he gazed around as the old walls of the hedges flickered Something had happened though he was unsure what but whatever had created this maze no longer had a hold over it, This was a rare occurrence that he had seen something of this scale exist solely through magic, this did however create an eagerness within him to find what he came for. Through the mild transparency he was able to catch a glimpse of his goal the force that drew him here, the death of a powerful being. Quickly approaching the corner he peered through at where Lydia had fallen, the power was still strong so her soul remained intact for him to gather. He contemplated trying to walk through the walls now that they were only partially in this world however saw too many possibilities for a negative out come from that. however being able to clearly see his goal he no longer needed to rely on it pull alone and was able to make work of the maze.

Finally reaching Lydia’s corpse, or at least what was left of it he began his assessment. Closing his eyes he began to feel around the ethereal for the spirit, his eyes snapping open as he found it. The soul of a prince of hell, this was a very rare and very powerful specimen and even more so than finding one he was surprised that someone had managed to kill her. he contemplated going to collect their soul too but that would be a task for later for now he needed this one. no ordinary vessel would hold the power of one of the rulers of hell it would simply burst and leave nothing behind, digging deep into the pockets of his coat he produced a small blue silk bag, adorned with beads, charms, and patterns stitched in gold thread. Not wanting to risk losing it by storing it in a weaker container his decision would be to use his best and hope he would not come across a stronger one. Closing his eyes again he now went after the soul with the intention of collecting it.

 

Dessy:  Tessa’s eyes widened in panic as Bandit’s eyes started to close, the dagger falling out of her hand. The brothers turned to glare at Raul, Sean speaking up after he voiced his panic. “Your magic isn’t going to work to heal her.” Sean spoke. “A tainted and evil soul can’t heal someone who’s as bad as her, especially since you were the one who caused this.” he then spoke, receiving a nod from Tessa.

“He’s right. Our sister’s magic is the only way you will be able to save Bandit.” Sam spoke. “Guys, look!” Tessa then spoke, pointing to the maze as it rebuilt itself. But this time, it had water fountains, and flowers, and it had actual beauty that it didn’t have before. “Marie saved the maze.” she then spoke, before running in the direction the maze opened to. She gestured for the others to follow, before following the sound of the Giant’s voice. “Mariela! Bandit needs you! Now!” she called out.

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Mariela had heard the voice, and a shocked gasp came from her mouth when she recognized it as her mother’s. Sure enough, the pieces rose into the air and fit back into place like a jigsaw puzzle. Then she placed the final piece into the middle of the mirror, after watching the frame build itself back up.

Mariela would’ve never guessed her love was the secret all along. But it made more sense now. Her kindness, her heart, her love for every living thing. The love she felt for people close to her – it all made sense now. She stood up, turning as she watched the maze rebuild itself. A smile slowly apepared on her face as she saw the flowers, and the lush green, and the waterfalls. It was working.

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She let out a laugh at the Giant’s voice, turning to face him as he, too, came back. She turned her head to continue watching the maze, before she was all of a sudden picked up by the Giant. “Woah!” she exclaimed, before laughing as she was spun around. After she was placed on the ground, she turned to look at where the Giant was looking at. She watched as the Queen of Hearts began dying, then watched as Scar’s head seemed to place itself back on his body, before he stepped out.

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She watched Scar dance around, laughing as she did so. He then turned around to face her, bowing, and Mariela curtsied. “Hi, Scar.” she said with a smile. She didn’t say anything on his “my” comment this time. Not a single thing. She knew he said it… she just didn’t say anything. Before she could do or say anything else, she heard Tessa calling out to her. “Celebrate later. Bandit needs help.” she spoke, before turning around. “Come on!” she called to the giant and Scar, before running in the direction of Tessa’s voice.

Mariela stopped as they met up, immediately looking at Bandit. “Oh, god.” she started, before running towards the winged creature that carried her. “Let me see her. Quickly.” she spoke, holding her arms out to take Bandit from him.

Razorbackwriter:  

Greed : The Masquerade Ball – Maze

Existing yet not. Caught between dimensions but able to see what is happening about her. It was a true nightmare. All her plans lay in waste and now the Witch was making the maze even more beautiful and lush than it was under Lydia’s control. Sweeping sad eyes could see the beauty, and she hated it. Hearing those that the witch loved returned to her as the mirror was fixed. The Death of the Queen of hearts in the world of Wonderland, meant that her hold there had gone. The maze’s resurrection was the true sign of her lost of power in this realm. What would happen to her now? Did the Devil laugh at this pathetic woman’s soul?

But little did she know that there was one moving through the maze, that had foreseen her demise and now was coming to collect the pieces. Pieces that were strewn about, but the one piece that was most vital to him. Her very ethereal spirit. Whether she realized it or not, that contained a great deal of power, but she simply could not use it, since her vessel was currently strewn about like a large tub of green goo.

Lydia had to turn away from the scene going on just a few metres away. They could not hear her, nor see her falling tears. But it was then she saw him The one that had come to collect. He was carrying a small blue silk bag, adorned with beads, charms, and patterns stitched in gold thread. Lydia watched him closely. He was not part of the Wtich’s party. She suddenly felt this strange sensation, that was like pulling on her very essence. Silently she started to scream as she was being sucked into the bag.

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Scar and Mariela both ran for the spot where Habib was holding Bandit. Raul was not far in behind, but the look of devastation was clear as day. Scar snarled angrily when confronting the warlock again. If it weren’t for the fact that Mariela was so to the man holding Bandit, the Alp would have leaped past and tried to throttle the warlock for all he had done to them. Instead, they merely exchanged foul looks, while Habib was offering Bandit’s limp body to the young witch.

“She’s heavy like this.” Stating the obvious. He knew the witch’s strength lay in her powers, not so much physical. With Bandit having bled out, and Raul not being able to seal the wound due to his poisoned magic, she needed healing from one that had the human touch. For Habib to take Bandit to a place where he knew she could be healed, they may well be no coming back. The doorway to his world was fast closing. It was the way of magic. It always came at a price.

Raul came up alongside Habib, and though the two hated each other, the winged one did not protest. It was pretty clear that Raul’s feelings for Bandit, though twisted were true.

“I can’t fix her. Please…I beg you.” There were tears in Raul’s eyes as he cast his gaze over the dying Bandit. “I gladly give my life for hers.”

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That was bound to bring a shocked gasp from those around, who had seen him at his worst. Scar snarled and then reached through to slam his hand around Raul’s throat. “You try anything….and I so swear, I will end you here!” Scar didn’t trust the warlock, even now.

 

~RB~