Iron Clouds (Steampunk/Magic/War/Slave RP) (Open/Accepting)

[Smells-Like-A-Cookie]

[~hehe.]  

[lil_lollypop1]

"Well, think about it." Hector told Farah as they approached the ship. She dismounted the horse and began walking to the ship. She went to her room to compose the letter to the king when her head began to ache.

'I'm just a slave, and you are a king. There are laws we both most abide by'
'love can not exist between us. I have sworn myself to the heavens.'
'love? You are asking me, a royal prostitute to love? I will die burning in the shame I was forced into by fate.'

"Stop it." She muttered, gripping her head.

'I must protect my country...'
'Didn't you say that you loved me?!'
'Be gone creature of darkness!'
'Go ahead... kill me. Let my willful soul finally feel peace.'

'What is this?' Hector thought.

((You know, that mindlink goes both ways... you can have Liam or Eviz try to look into her head.))  

[Smells-Like-A-Cookie]

[~pssh I know c:]

Still the 'memories' ran through his head like wildfire, the arguments of kings and priestess, of lovers shouts pierced in him 'enough!' he called out, effectively making the voices stopped. He breathed heavily as all the images of the kings and the priestesses disappeared, all but one. Still standing there was Priscilla...  

[lil_lollypop1]

Priscilla grabbed her head, trying to focus and keep calm. She didn't notice that Liam was there. She let out a deep breath as she tried to take everything in slowly.  

[Smells-Like-A-Cookie]

Liam came ever closer to Priscilla, unsure of whether this was reality or not, but he didn't care, he needed to be closer to her. He was within arms length from her, he didn't say a word, he didn't even try to grab her, he simply looked at her for a moment. Slowly he raised his arm up to touch her.  

[lil_lollypop1]

((Sorry. My internet crashed))

Hector didn't move. So many things were running through her mind. Slowly, her mind began to go blank as she found herself filled with inner peace.

((I'm almost imagining Eviz popping in and the two having a cat fight while Hector is obliviously sitting there. ))  

[Smells-Like-A-Cookie]

His hand grabbed hers, and for the moment he became at peace, as if all the problems in his life were wiped clean. He kept a gentle grip on her hand, he wanted to come closer but he would have to be satisfied with just this...

[~it's fine. I gotta go to sleep soon.]  

[lil_lollypop1]

"Liam? Is that you?" She asked, her eyes dulled as if blind. Slowly, light began coming back into her eyes as his image began to come into focus.

((Ok. Goodnight! *hugs* ))  

[Smells-Like-A-Cookie]

Liam said nothing, he simply stared down at where their hands met, it felt surreal. He looked back up at Priscilla, she truly looked like a priestess...he couldn't even imagine what he had become by now...

[~last post for real now!! Night!]  

[lil_lollypop1]

((Ok. Goodnight! ))

"You... like me? But I thought you had a thing for voluminous blonds. You know, the really nice stupid ones with the long hair. Granted, the ones from Ander are pretty nice, but Lance has probably slept with them all. Either way, I'm kind of none of those things." She told him, looking very confused. When she said that, it seemed as if a good deal of the darkness began to seep out of him.  

[Smells-Like-A-Cookie]

"that's why....I like you..." Liam muttered, he could feel the darkness creeping away "you're nothing like the rest, you're not a mindless drone prepared to do anything for someone like me..." He pulled his hand away and sighed, he never thought he would be confessing to her in this manner.  

[lil_lollypop1]

"Most of them aren't. That's just how they... we've been trained." She said, lifting his hand and placing it on her head. Suddenly, memories of her past, of being trained as a lady flowed into his mind. All of the countless hours of study, all of the scars from beatings, all of the screaming for not doing things perfect. Suddenly, another memory began to play, the one where her mother reluctantly handed young Priscilla to an old noble simply because no one else would have her. "This is the life of a noblewoman." She told him. "If you risk doing something unladylike, you risk losing happiness for the rest of your life. I was just lucky."  

[snuggle89]

Farah watched as Barir was led away. The ship seemed to have no holding stable for animals like the massive cargo ships of Hannon. It had taken her a few minutes to calm the stallion down enough for him to be reined off by a few of the town’s resident breeders.

She’d rented him out with the promise of returning for him within a few weeks, a brief message was also to be passed along with her brother. As much as it dented her pride Farah really had no other choice but to accept Hectors offer which meant being dragged along on a wild goose chase for that bratty Norran prince he was so fond of.

With a low sigh she cast her eyes over the rest of the ship the brown hemp bag she had originally planned to give to Hector hanging lazily over her shoulder “it’s amazing what a wealthy ship yard can do these days” Farah ran a finder over the side taking in the intricate work of the ship. This was nothing like they had even in the Hannon capital.

Sighing the black haired woman trailed after Hector, rapping lightly on his door.  

[lil_lollypop1]

"I'm being called back, Liam. You're a good man, even if you don't believe it yourself." She said, kissing his forehead. "Don't loose yourself in the darkness. I know you're stronger then that. I'll be back when I can." She whispered to him before vanishing.

Hector came too and heard the knocking on the door. "Come in." She told the visitor as she crawled up to her desk and picked the pen back up.  

[snuggle89]

Farah raised an eyebrow at Hectors slightly dishevelled state before dumping the bag on the side of his desk and leaning against the wall “Do you always look this ill or is it since the pirate ship you decided to look like a piece of chalk on legs?” she picked up a spare pen and balanced it on the end of her finger, her eyes fixed on the opposite wall.

“I’ll take up your offer, that is if it’s still open?” Farah never looked in Hector’s direction, it was obvious she was uncomfortable about admitting that she would need help, let alone asking for it out right like this.
((off to bed in a moment I'm afrade))