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[Vera Moray]

Private role play between Blood and I

 

[Vera Moray]

▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅ I've seen many a face | From young and to old xxxxxI've stolen their faith and I have broken their souls
xxxxxxxxx___________________________________________
XXXXXXXXI've been waiting for the chance to nullify this sick romance
XXXXXXXXPull the chord to detonate
XXXXXXXXSo sick of you don't speak of me:

❝The reverend saint of misery❞

s σ r є n αschlчn c σ d ч

❝уσυ ѕαι∂ ιт ωαѕ єαѕу тσ fιи∂ тнє ¢яєνι¢єѕ σf му нєαят. . . ωєℓℓ, му нєαят ιѕи'т вιg єиσυgн fσя ¢яєνι¢єѕ.❞

The notice was all but burned in the Prince's hand, his annoyance suffocating the fresh air. Broad shoulders trembled in rage with sharp fangs pressed against his raw lip and filed nails dug deeply into his translucent skin; a futile attempt to control his temper. This. Was. Preposterous! Revolting! Downright insane! He was a Prince, not a lowly slave who was born to follow whatever command given. To command and lead; the role given to the royals of each kingdom. Not follow and beg until they were put in their graves. Hardly holding back a growl, Soren slowly released the note given to him, his extremity still having muscle spasms. Finally, a previous deep intake was let go, the brunette's whole body slumping disgracefully.

"Tch," A grunt was all he could do without actually blowing up. How lowly of him, to become such a coward he wouldn't even dare to think against his parents. Resigning to the fate of this morning, Zane stretched back, his slender arms reach behind his head to gather the top layer of straight, chestnut locks into a ponytail like any other day, the other layers free to sway about. Within a matter of of seconds, the cavern dweller departed for the castle where he'd be meeting all the other future rulers, as well as his. . . fiancé. Internally shuddering at the thought, the Serpent Prince couldn't help but envy the Fae Prince. It took him a long while of prying to discover whom the Demon Princess was to marry, after he himself was told of the ordeal.

Brooding over the dim future, Soren prayed for this all to be some horrible hallucination due to a regular fever he caught when spending too much time in an environment so different from his own. Caves didn't exactly offer much warmth, not matter how much fire could be made, however, trekking into the broad daylight after weeks of dark solitude -- though fever causing and a waste of time -- was something the older royal refused to give up. From musty caves with a comforting dank smell to a desolate forest with nothing but trees, trees and more trees, Soren would welcome the stress wholeheartedly, if it meant a glance at the beautiful Princess Kayden or adding colour to his pale complexion at the least.

Shined, boot clad feet halted at the sight before him, crimson eyes darkening in loathe for all that the building stood for. Notched to his side was the ebony whip he fought with, ready to snap anything before his eyes. Brash and childish reactions would ruin his pride further, so his left hand stayed clenched above his hip. It didn't seem like any other to-be ruler had arrived. Perhaps he should have awaited the company of his sister? No, the urge to destroy everything in his path during a rant would only become more prominent if they had been left alone to travel to this. . . cheery appearing place.

Was it only him, or was the air around him turning sour? No matter the sun, the warm breeze felt like an uncontrolled fire that had him trapped in this hell. Perhaps he could leave and blame the sudden climate change for illness? No, his parents would only try to force his betrothed to be near him. "Mother always was one for drama. Frail as she appears, her temper is not one to be reckoned with. . ." The memory of his mother's rage was enough to make him wary of leaving. Terrifying or not, the snake and her ignorant, mindless husband would pay for his torment. Plotting revenge would have to be put on hold, as this was a public place where his reputation could be damaged if any lowly outsider saw him lose control. Straightening his back, Zane crossed his arms and took a few more steps forward to the doors of his prison, deep orbs burning with condensation.

❝ιf тнιѕ ρℓα¢є ωєяє ∂єєρ ιиѕι∂є тнє єαятн. . . ι ωσυℓ∂ иσт уєαяи fσя α ѕυи ι иєνєя києω.❞

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tเ๓є, it's been so løṉģ
And now there's noтнιng to say
I'm trying ṡø hαɾḋ to find the words to ѕαу
I'm tired of вeιng, now I'm something I'm ภ๏t

 

[Vera Moray]

╬════════════════════════╬
ஜ--------Remember || Wistera || Walker--------ஜ
╬════════════════════════╬

S h o t || t h r o u g h the heart
and you're t o || b l a m e
You give love a b a d || n a m e
I play m y || p a r t and you play y o u r || g a m e
You give love a b a d || n a m e



An a n g e l ' s || s m i l e is what you sell
You promise me h e a v e n then put me through h e l l
C h a i n s || o f || l o v e got a h o l d || o n || m e
When p a s s i o n ' s || a || p r i s o n you c a n ' t || b r e a k || f r e e

With a promise to move sounding over and over within her mind, the young nymph finally owned up to herself and rolled over. Remember felt a smooth, hard but flexible thing crumple beneath her cheek and reluctantly opened her eyes to see a blaring white piece of paper. Now, usually the Nymph Princess of the Woodling Kingdom was a morning person. Bright and earlier she could be seen in the trees, wandering branch to branch. This morning she dreaded leaving the crisp comfort of her bed sheets. Today was the day her parents were shipping her off to a secluded castle to sell her soul to someone who didn't believe in the wind, sun, or nature. The very things that kept her life vibrant. And that is pretty much what the paper below told her.

Good morning my daughter,

We hope you know we love you dearly, but we love our kingdom, too. If we didn't think you were strong enough to undergo this circumstance then things would be different, but your father and I are confident that you can learn to co-exist, or even come to love, your betrothed. Your bags are packed and there already.

Make your kingdom proud, we love you darling!
Your mother, the Queen.

Sweet and simple, just like how her mother kept it when she knew her children were less then thrilled with her. Wisteria rolled again to lay on her back, eyes glaring at the ceiling. For some reason she knew her brother wasn't up yet. The putter-patter of feet and shoes in the house sounded more like the staff of the house, rather then the princes silent breeze of steps that somehow always found their way to her ears. Anticipation and anxiety welled up in her throat, her stomach clenched as Remember made her way to prepare herself for the day.

An hour later after she was primped and pretty, the Nymph silently bounded off her balcony into a near-by tree. Scampering down the truck, feeling the bark beneath her fingers, and walking towards her destiny, she had this never ending feeling that no matter what her parents thought, the Serpent Prince would be too much for her. When she first learned of the engagement a week ago, she couldn't help but think, Why not the Witch Prince?! That would leave Rath with Zane. And the two girls would get who they wanted and all would be fine. Rathina, besides her brother, was probably her best friend. Though the Fae Princess has never voiced who her heart flutters like wings for, it was a bit obvious (at least to her). So she found it ironic that both of their parents were pairing their daughters up with those of whom they don't like. What did they do to deserve that punishment?

While her thoughts kept her busy, the Nymph walked along the passage to get to the castle the kingdoms had built to keep the royal princess's and princes's in. Actually, she almost tripped when her foot hit the marble steps leading up to the structure. A grimace spread across her face before she recovered her appearance. Shielding her emotions behind a diplomatic expression, Remember felt her muscles involuntarily move up the steps. The doors being opened and.... No.. The dark hair which flowed to the middle of his back was the second thing that gave him away, only after his ram-rod straight back that let in no oppurtunity for fail or mistake. His flawless appearance sent goosebumps over her skin as she forced herself to keep moving forward. The Serpent Prince was right in front of her, as beautiful and aloof as always. Zane was the last person she wanted to come in contact with.

Before she spoke, Remember made sure her voice would not faulter. If anything, she would Not let this man know he shook her very core with fear. He always had. Even when they were younger and were forced to accompany their parents to balls or festivals or even the Council. "Good morning Zane," She said evenly, leaving it at that. Was there a purpose to them being the first and only people within the castle? Was this some sick joke between their parents, or her brother? Surely it couldn't be. The princess just kept moving until she stood on the first step of the staircase, leaning against the hand rail, reluctantly looking at his cold eyes. To her shame, shivers went down her spine.

 

[Vera Moray]

▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅ I've seen many a face | From young and to old xxxxxI've stolen their faith and I have broken their souls
xxxxxxxxx___________________________________________
XXXXXXXXI've been waiting for the chance to nullify this sick romance
XXXXXXXXPull the chord to detonate
XXXXXXXXSo sick of you don't speak of me:

❝The reverend saint of misery❞

s σ r є n αschlчn c σ d ч

❝уσυ ѕαι∂ ιт ωαѕ єαѕу тσ fιи∂ тнє ¢яєνι¢єѕ σf му нєαят. . . ωєℓℓ, му нєαят ιѕи'т вιg єиσυgн fσя ¢яєνι¢єѕ.❞

It was hard not to wince at the welcoming, and harder to contain the sick laughter of irony. Either his parents truly wanted one dead or she had impeccable timing. His red orbs gave a once over, before a curt, slightly forced nod acknowledged the Princess' presence. "Sister, save me." As pathetic as it was, Soren wanted nothing more than to throw a tantrum and have his sister suffer with him. Cruel, pathetic and hopefully ambitious. It didn't seem like anyone would show up for awhile, if they could help it.

"Good morning Princess." The once over satisfied his vision plenty; compared to the Witch Princess, Remember was plain and didn't really deserve any more attention. At least not his, anyways. It appeared pleasantries would be forced from both sides. Was it always this hard to utter a simple greeting? "Yes. Yes it is, to someone I shouldn't even have to see outside the Council." But, seeing the young Nymph squirm under his stare was satisfying. A smirk worked its way to his lips, body turning to face his fiancé fully.

Was there anything left to say? Not really. A greeting was exchanged, and both knew that the other arrived just fine. Soren debated on keeping up the trivial exchanges, however, it seemed rather. . . stupid to do so. He had no interest in the Nymph's well-being, nor did he care about what she thought of him or the ordeal. Couldn't a fae show up to distract her, or something? The less socializing the better, in his opinion. Although, the quiet tree-hugger was more suitable than Rathina. A forest is better than an icy hellhole (to him at least), and if that hyperactive child did show up, she'd only make the throbbing sensation in his head increase. The snake's attitude darkened at the thought. No, maybe it was better to just have his fiancé attached to the wall than submersing herself in loud, never ending chatter. Why were women so annoying?

Another thought struck him. Instead of having a worthless conversation with forced manners, why not play a game? Hard crimson eyes scanned over the petite Princess before him, his smirk increasing ever so slightly. She was uncomfortable, that was for sure. Perhaps it was Zane's blood red irises, or his cold image he strives to uphold that sent her over. A mixture? It didn't matter. "Nervous are we?" The brunette's deep baritone voice held a slight playfulness to his words, as if he was ready to pounce on any reply he gave her. If he couldn't escape the marriage with his temper, then he would make both Kingdoms suffer until one's determination swayed in his favour. Soren's father -- albeit the true heir to the throne in the family -- was spineless -- forgive the pun -- and with enough convincing, would bend to his son's every whim. The same went for the Serpent Princess. She was daddy's girl, whether or not they knew of it themselves, and he would sway eventually. But until then, "Let the game begin."

❝ιf тнιѕ ρℓα¢є ωєяє ∂єєρ ιиѕι∂є тнє єαятн. . . ι ωσυℓ∂ иσт уєαяи fσя α ѕυи ι иєνєя києω.❞

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tเ๓є, it's been so løṉģ
And now there's noтнιng to say
I'm trying ṡø hαɾḋ to find the words to ѕαу
I'm tired of вeιng, now I'm something I'm ภ๏t

 

[Vera Moray]

╬══════════════════════════╬
ஜ--------Remember || Wistera || Walker--------ஜ
╬══════════════════════════╬

S h o t || t h r o u g h the heart
and you're t o || b l a m e
You give love a b a d || n a m e
I play m y || p a r t and you play y o u r || g a m e
You give love a b a d || n a m e



An a n g e l ' s || s m i l e is what you sell
You promise me h e a v e n then put me through h e l l
C h a i n s || o f || l o v e got a h o l d || o n || m e
When p a s s i o n ' s || a || p r i s o n you c a n ' t || b r e a k || f r e e

Finding his reaction to her welcoming strange, Wisty wondered if he was suffering just as much as the rest of us were. It sure looked like it. His handsome face had seen better days... or nights, rather. Slight bags hung under his blood red eyes, signs of stress and age that she had never seen on the snake before. Come to think of it, as she was walking up the stairs and saw him there, he did look like he was shadowed and down.

It was when the air around him changed did she realize maybe she was wrong. The Nymph watched as the man practically transformed before her. From sad to a purpose that needed to be fulfilled. What aggravated her was when his patronizing words rushed through her. Raising her chin in defiance, she glared. "I would rather be nervous then sulking like a child." she spit back, immediantly after Remember wanted to smack herself. If they got off on the wrong foot, nothing was ever going to go right, and then they'd be forced to live together (eeewwwww) and forever hate the others company. "Who wouldn't be nervous? Everyone that our parents and kingdoms taught us to despise are being thrown together in a house under the simple orders to just, 'get along'. But regardless of the other people, it is you and I that are the ones who will be constant for the rest of this time. To be honest?" Wisty had slowly been walking forward to confront the man, who was clearly taller then her by far. She stopped just at his toes, arching her neck to stare up at him. "You scare the crap out of me. You always have. When we were children you always seemed like the one who would rather burn me at the stake then talk and be friends," Wisty was remembering the time she had once approached him during a dance. She didn't ask him if he wanted to have a go around on the tile floor, but she did ask him to be her friend. When Wisteria had been seven, she was very optimistic and often didn't think about how matters could turn around. His reaction and response to her offer had shut her off to him completely since then, and the fear had only built up since.

The girl pulled back, seeming to think a bit more before saying, "You know? You're a lot like your mother. You can deny it, but you're just as scheming and plotting and manipulating as she is and I will not sit back like your father does and watch you ruin everything. We can and will come to an agreement to live peacefully among each other." Her tiraide finished and she let out a breath, her eyes never leaving his to let him know she would not be a force to be reckoned with.

 

[Vera Moray]

▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅ I've seen many a face | From young and to old xxxxxI've stolen their faith and I have broken their souls
xxxxxxxxx___________________________________________
XXXXXXXXI've been waiting for the chance to nullify this sick romance
XXXXXXXXPull the chord to detonate
XXXXXXXXSo sick of you don't speak of me:

❝The reverend saint of misery❞

s σ r є n αschlчn c σ d ч

❝уσυ ѕαι∂ ιт ωαѕ єαѕу тσ fιи∂ тнє ¢яєνι¢єѕ σf му нєαят. . . ωєℓℓ, му нєαят ιѕи'т вιg єиσυgн fσя ¢яєνι¢єѕ.❞

"A child? The only child here, Miss Nymph, is you. Unable to withhold your emotions for the sake of your kingdom and being terrified of of a man who cannot harm you in here. That, is childish." Zane wouldn't even bother to address the burning at the stake part since, it was mostly true. Looming over her gave the already inflated ego a boost, as he could see her flinch much better, now that she was close up. Damn snake eyes to hell in the light!

As her speech continued, the malicious smirk actually turned into a smile, one that often never showed to anyone outside the Serpent and Witch kingdoms. Most took it as a sign to flee. "Compliments? Dear Princess, you touch me. However, if you think I'd ever live with an annoyance such as yourself, you're sorely mistaken." His smile faded as he spoke, a dark snarl accompanying his last statement, sharp fangs becoming more prominent. There was no room for error, the Nymph was annoying, plain, childish and would never be worthy of calling herself his wife, ever.

Soren took a sharp step back. The last thing he wanted was anyone to question just what the hell he was doing with the girl. A stoic expression took over, as the snake allowed his thoughts to wander to a certain Demon Princess. There was something about the Witch that drew the brunette Prince to her. It wasn't just the young woman's beauty, the Prince knew that much. She emitted power, radiated strength, something he wanted in a mate. But, to her, they were simply friends. Allies in this ridiculous scheme courtesy of the previous generation.

A trimmed eyebrow rose at the sigh, his face still not leading to any other hint of expression. Perhaps it was because of her brother? Not only did he get to marry the woman he adored, but he was also the most likely one -- as was any Prince -- to stay in their home kingdom, the Princesses most likely the ones to move. For her, it was a drastic change, and not one he would ever wish upon himself. From dry lands to a snowy mountain. The caves were cold, Soren couldn't imagine going to a winter hellhole --again, strictly his opinion -- without dying from shock.

❝ιf тнιѕ ρℓα¢є ωєяє ∂єєρ ιиѕι∂є тнє єαятн. . . ι ωσυℓ∂ иσт уєαяи fσя α ѕυи ι иєνєя києω.❞

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tเ๓є, it's been so løṉģ
And now there's noтнιng to say
I'm trying ṡø hαɾḋ to find the words to ѕαу
I'm tired of вeιng, now I'm something I'm ภ๏t

 

[Vera Moray]

╬══════════════════════════╬
ஜ--------Remember || Wistera || Walker--------ஜ
╬══════════════════════════╬

S h o t || t h r o u g h the heart
and you're t o || b l a m e
You give love a b a d || n a m e
I play m y || p a r t and you play y o u r || g a m e
You give love a b a d || n a m e



An a n g e l ' s || s m i l e is what you sell
You promise me h e a v e n then put me through h e l l
C h a i n s || o f || l o v e got a h o l d || o n || m e
When p a s s i o n ' s || a || p r i s o n you c a n ' t || b r e a k || f r e e

The Nymph puffed her cheeks out at the mans rebuke in attempt to keep the heat rising to a blush. What about that was childish? Th e only thing about her that differed in comparison to him was his height and her short stature. He was a hypocrite, in a way, and she was just about to tell him so.

"It is more mature to stand up against what you fear most rather then shrinking away from it. I haven't let my emotions get the best of me, I am purely just laying what I had to say and feel out there. We are not in public, it is just you and I here, that is opening up to the other person in hopes of starting a mutual relationship based on what our parents have planned out for us." She had been speaking less as fast then she had the first time, taking her time to say what she had on her mind. Her chin lifted once more to look into the eyes of the snake above her. "I am not the child here looking for a way out of this arrangement. I can at least realize that this arrangement had to take some planning and needed the confirmation of the entire Council. If you think the king and queen, or even the Council themselves, will let you out of this just because you might be planning some big escape, then you are highly mistaken yourself. Anyone who tries to get out of this will most likely be excommunicated from all kingdoms, and there goes your shot at the throne."

Now he was the one to take a step back, but not at her words. No, Soren wouldn't back down that easily. Soren at least had soft spots that she could see, but only at rare and brief intervals.

 

[Vera Moray]

▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅ I've seen many a face | From young and to old xxxxxI've stolen their faith and I have broken their souls
xxxxxxxxx___________________________________________
XXXXXXXXI've been waiting for the chance to nullify this sick romance
XXXXXXXXPull the chord to detonate
XXXXXXXXSo sick of you don't speak of me:

❝The reverend saint of misery❞

s σ r є n αschlчn c σ d ч

❝уσυ ѕαι∂ ιт ωαѕ єαѕу тσ fιи∂ тнє ¢яєνι¢єѕ σf му нєαят. . . ωєℓℓ, му нєαят ιѕи'т вιg єиσυgн fσя ¢яєνι¢єѕ.❞

Oh how he wanted to strangle the small child before him. Kayden. He needed to focus on Kayden before his fangs grew any sharper. If he killed Remember now, not even half an hour after being together, than he'd be screwed. But shrinking away? Shrinking away! To accuse him -- him of all the royals -- to be a coward! She was not the one who went to the front lines with his father to see what had become of their people, she was not the one who was given the burden of deciding what was best for everyone. How Soren wanted nothing more than to rip her throat out and paint the halls with her blood at that comment. His parents, especially not his cowardly father, who shook and bumbled at every explosion, did not know best. His mother was forced into an arranged marriage, and she became the King's mistress, before he courted her. "Hypocritical woman. Setting me up with a fool I'd never accept when she herself rejected her plan her parents set for her."

Besides, who wasn't looking for a way out? Soren knew the Nymph hated the caves and was terrified of his kind. How could anyone call themselves a Queen when they rejected everything they were to stand for. As for the Council's approval, they were all idiots. Zane was positive all the young adults -- and children -- here could agree. And why wouldn't they let him out? Next to the Ice Prince, Soren was probably the only one with experience out in the field, not to mention could easily kill without a second thought. It wasn't like marriage was the only way to end this. Diplomacy was key, except in marriage. Anything went in marriage. If any of the future rulers wanted peace, then they'd work hard enough to do it without being chained in a personal prison to someone not of their own.

"If mother thinks she'll ever get a grandchild, she's mistaken. I'll never allow a filthy half-Nymph rule over my kingdom. And I'm doubtful the citizens would either. . ." The thought of having to bed with the green girl before him was enough to make his guts churn. His shot at the throne, like that'd ever be gone. What would they do? Jess certainly couldn't rule over it, and there was no steward to step in as royalty. If they found another way to end the war without marriage, then he'd be snug in the all mighty throne with a crown on his head in no time. With a serpent bride beside him to give him a pure blood heir, no questions. Now, as troublesome and hindering as women were, it would be nice to have one on the side for the basics.

❝ιf тнιѕ ρℓα¢є ωєяє ∂єєρ ιиѕι∂є тнє єαятн. . . ι ωσυℓ∂ иσт уєαяи fσя α ѕυи ι иєνєя києω.❞

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tเ๓є, it's been so løṉģ
And now there's noтнιng to say
I'm trying ṡø hαɾḋ to find the words to ѕαу
I'm tired of вeιng, now I'm something I'm ภ๏t