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 Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 2:37 pm
▬▬▬ a private roleplay between _amyninkai_ & tiger_bailey
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❝ℬeαѕт ▌♆ ▬▬ 𝔸𝕋 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ 𝔻𝕆𝕆ℝ
A tale as old as time, has been rewritten. A man's family cursed due from
years of selfish and neglectful ways has now been passed to his carniv-
orously cruel and egotist son. Within an enchanted castle with objects
running amok, the young man is alone except for a sought out, magical
adviser that assists the curse. Edgar Howard, a man that has grown
wealthy as a land possessor and craves this beast's cage as a mighty
investment. Though the prickly son carries the same traits as his father
before him, he has a sense of dignity to see all his father's dept is wiped
clean. In this adventure, he sets his eyes on a successful, yet aging
watchmaker who lives in a nearby town with his granddaughter Willow.
Not expecting nothing out of normal at all, one day they receive a letter
from the legendary castle. The rumors surrounding the secret place has
only grown in years. Not able to take the trip, the old man sends his
granddaughter to the castle in his stead.
 
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 6:31 pm
Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ ▬▬▬xxx ✯ Ｂｅｌｌａ xxＺｅｎｉｔｈ
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| ❝ Try ɴoт тo вαre тнoѕe ғαɴɢѕ αт мe, yoυ Beαѕт. ▬▬▬
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ✯█ location▬▬ castle coridor xxxxxxxxxxxxx ✯█ company▬▬ someone behind me!?
The ride up the mountain had been quite tiring, but she was lucky enough to find someone who would let her use their horse in exchange for a few pieces of jewelry. It was a brown mare, and the more you rode up the powerful incline, the colder it got. It was already sundown when she arrived at the castle gates. Trodding around, she peered through the silver bars to the immaculate size and pristine wonder of the place. Such tall towers. Scoffing as she slipped off the whinnying mare, she walked straight up to it, eyes full of curious nature and a little impatience as she wiggled the gate. The letter just said to come, there were no instructions or not what to do on arrival. Biting at her lip a bit feeling the cold start to find itself through her cloak, she found herself a bit stressed for time. "I didn't come all the way here for nothing." She muttered wiggling her finger on the gate a few times before her eyes slowly wavered to the tall stone border around the whole castle. Didn't look hard to climb.
Grinning, she thought might as well let herself in. Jumping back on her horse, she pressed the good girl to stand idle next to the stone wall. The girl stood up on the horse's back, the leather of her riding boots stretching to hold her balance. With a quick jump, her gloved hands caught the top of the wall and pulled herself up with a little less than grace. Blowing out a tentative held breathe, she spun her heels over the wall and found what looked to be a comfy looking bush. It broke her fall, but she let out a sharp wince when it was riddled with thorns. From inside, whose to say what was going on, he probably was sitting in front of a fire enjoying a roasted goose or something while she could have been out here for hours. No, sir.
Patting herself down away with leaves and thorns from her clothed clothes, she started towards what looked to be the door. Pushing back her hood, her bounty of black tresses bounced back glad to be free and let loose their curls. Slightly flushed from the autumn air and wind from the ride, she didn't hesitate to go for a knock at the door. But before she could, the double doors opened slowly for her. "Oh, thank you." She shivered out jumping to and then going to speak to the person behind the door. "Sorry, I let myself in. No one was at the gate, so I...," she then found herself talking to no one. Her eyes clouded with oddity and she quickly turned herself around still gawking. They couldn't have ran off that fast? Willow swallowed a nervous lump in her throat, her eyes widening slightly. There was an air of everything watching her. She didn't want to believe the rumors of this castle, but she was beginning to wonder. Begging for human life, she let out a rather echoing, "Hello...?" She clenched her teeth feeling the spook come over her. Surely there was someone here to run a castle so large.
In the corner of her eye, Willow was sure she saw something move. Jumping to turn her chin, she wasn't seeing things as it passed the hall doorway. "Hey!" She demanded and hurried to poke her head in the entryway with a fussy expression, she didn't like playing games on an empty stomach. Pursing her lips, she tightened her cloak and made haste after the fleeing person. When she saw it dip in another hall, she had finally caught up to it and smiling rather proud at her catching the person, when she turned the corner, there was nothing for miles it seemed in the long hall, just window panes. "How...," reaching up, the girl pushed her hair back not exactly sure if she was that tired or maybe she had seen an old ghost. Looking to her left, she was staring at a bronze candelabra. At least this place had some lights.
Willow's eyes widened feeling as if she was on edge on being attacked, something was coming for her, from the back. Straightening up, she soon could feel it just two steps behind her. A ghost - it really was a ghost. Hand shaking, the girl alarmingly grabbed the candelabra that was by her and swung hard with a frightful sound in a full round about. She would regret it not only a second later.
▬▬▬ | ❝ Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀssᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ﹐ I·ʟʟ Bɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 7:33 pm
Tʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪsᴛ ⇄ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ➳ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ⇗ Iᴛ·s ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪᴅᴇ. Sᴀʏ ᴀ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ ⇄ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ➳ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ⇗ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ.
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Cᴏʟᴛᴏɴ Lᴀɴғᴏʀᴅ ↘↘ Tʜᴇ Bᴇᴀsᴛ
███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ Iᴛ·s ᴀ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ 『ʜᴇ·s ɢᴏᴛ ғᴀɴɢs ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴏɴᴇs ⇄ Mᴀssɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴀᴡs ⇗ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀᴡs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇᴅ 『Hᴇᴀʀ ʜɪᴍ ʀᴏᴀʀ ↺ sᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ғᴏᴀᴍ ➳ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ﹐ ·ᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇ·s ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ⇗ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ➳ Kɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ.
Colton Lanford had spent the day pouring over endless stacks of books in his library. Books of spells and counter-spells and witchcraft and legend. He had collected up everything he could find in the ceiling-high bookshelves -- which was quite a lot. However, he could not make any sense of the words on the page with his lack of magical knowledge. The phrases and incantations meant nothing to him, no matter how hard he tried. There was no telling what turned one object to another, or placed curses, let alone what might take them away. In frustration, the young Lord stood from his seat at the large oak desk in the center of the library, sliding his hands across the table with a grunt and sending the books crashing to the floor. He brought one hand to his forehead while the other rested at his hip and took a deep breath. Colton had recently had a letter sent to a far off, wealthy man who had risen to the title of Duke. His name was Edgar Howard, and supposedly Duke Howard possessed great magical prowess. He had yet to hear back from this man but he had requested that Edgar Howard, should he accept the invitation, come to Lanford Castle and advise the younger man on what to do of this curse that plagued his family for so long. His father, and grandfather before him, had had no desire to do anything about it -- or were sure nothing could be done -- but Colton was not so easily broken. Where there was a will, there was a way, and he definitely had the will.
The young man made his way over to the large glass window of the library. Heavy velvet curtains hung over it from the ceiling, and Colton pushed the fabric aside slightly so that he could see out of the window. The glass was frosted over in the cold, and he rubbed at one of the many panes to see out into the courtyard of the castle. Below, he could just make out the sight of someone hoisting themselves up and over the castle wall. "Right..." Lord Lanford mumbled to himself, letting the curtain fall back into place. He had sent for a man by the name of Zenith, and a letter had returned that apparently a granddaughter was being sent in his stead as the man was too old and sickly to make the journey through the forest to this forsaken estate.
Colton walked briskly from his place by the window, across the wooden floor of the library and to the heavy wooden doors that led out into the second floor corridor. He turned the handled and pushed the door open, pulling a ring of keys from his belt as he exited and turning one of many in the lock. He was determined to keep this business of magic private, until he knew more about it. When that was done, Colton replaced the key ring and made his way down the long set of stairs on the east side of the castle until he had reached the main floor. He arrived just in time to see the girl -- who had apparently been let in already -- hurry down the main corridor as though she were following something. The grand front double door swung slowly closed, giving a low rumble as they settled into place, and Colton shot a glare in their direction as though he were giving a warning to the wood. Then, he made his way off after the girl that had been set loose in his castle.
Every time he thought he was going to catch up to her, the girl took another unexpected turn, and disappeared again. Colton became more and more irritable with each turn. There was no telling where she might end up in a place this big, and besides, it was rude to go gallivanting off through the halls of someone else' home before one had been properly introduced and shown around. Finally, the young man spotted her near the end of one of the side halls, peering out around the corner as though she were looking for something. With a sigh, Colton turned on his heel and followed, coming up behind her. He was about to speak, when suddenly something hard smacked him across the face.
He blinked for a moment in shock and confusion, staring at the girl in disbelief as he rubbed his jaw with one hand while reaching out to rip a bronze candelabra from her clutches with the other. "I believe it is quite unheard of for the guest of one's household to assault the master of said household upon arrival... Unless I have been woefully uneducated in a change of etiquette." Colton snapped, his tone dripping in obvious irritation as he continued to rub his jaw. Likely, it was going to leave a bruise -- he had to admit it had been a very good smack. He moved slightly, placing the candelabra back on the table that the girl had found it on. With a slight motion of his fingers, he gestured for her to follow him and began leading the way back to the front entrance of the castle. "I also believe it is bad manners to go running around before one has been properly received and given the okay to do so -- Ah, correct me if I am wrong." He added, his tone just as cold, though the irritation in it had mostly subsided.
When they reached the front entrance once again, Colton stopped abruptly, and after the girl had done the same he turned on his heel to face her. The young man walked around her in a circle like a vulture, taking in her appearance, and trying to determine what exactly she might be good for as far as work. Likely he would have her doing housework -- mostly just busywork as the castle generally kept itself in order. Work that would make it seem as though everything was running smoothly and in ordinary condition. "What was your name, again?" He asked... Or rather demanded, stopping again when he returned to his original position in front of her. The letter that the old man had returned had stated it, but Colton hadn't bothered retaining the information until it was actually useful.
 ︾ ⇛ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: the castle corridors ⇛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: the new help ⇛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: irritated
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Posted: Fri Jan 15, 2016 10:22 pm
Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ ▬▬▬xxx ✯ Ｂｅｌｌａ xxＺｅｎｉｔｈ
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| ❝ Try ɴoт тo вαre тнoѕe ғαɴɢѕ αт мe, yoυ Beαѕт. ▬▬▬
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ✯█ location▬▬ back in the front xxxxxxxxxxxxx ✯█ company▬▬ lord moody pants
The pure adrenaline she had along with terror went cold as she was face to face, upon hitting that face, with a rather dashing and handsome man. Dare she say, even her knees went a little week, until he tore the candle stick holder out of her hand so fast, both of her hands recoiled under her chin and the woman leaned back from the assault. It took everything in her not to laugh at how ludicrous the situation was. She had just got a serious good hit on some defenseless man. Guessing from his dress and the way he barked that she was a guest and he was the master, this was the famous cruel Lanford spawn. The way he spoke to her, he thought himself too high on one's own pedestal. Though she wanted to snap back at him, he was not completely wrong.
Pinching her nose with a forgiving grin, she made a hissing sound with her teeth hoping that wasn't going to leave a mark. "Truly sorry, sir." Lowering her hands, she than was reprimanded again about how one does not just go trespassing about someones home that wasn't her own. Once again, he had her. When he placed the candelabra back on the side table, she glanced at it than at him with a pleading smile. "You are not wrong, do forgive me. I thought I was following someone, but they vanished." Trying to be polite where she had already been so rude, insult and a possible injury she kept her smile cast on sweet until he turned around beckoning her to follow him.
The moment he did, Willow's face went so sour and disgusted, she just wanted to take another swing. The insides of her pride was snarling out at him. How dare he talk to her that way? Even if it was her fault, he should have been at least knowledgeable upon her arrival. Was there anyone else here other than himself? Willow took one last look at the candle stick holder with one lingering stare, good no blood, before following after him. Behind her, ever so slightly, it would bend over to watch them leave back towards the main hall.
This time, Willow had a much greater view. Not of the pompous boy, but what was around her. Such history, such details in every spot on the wall. It made her smile like she was in a fairy tale. It was a good home, lavished, amazing even, he should be so lucky. Luckily she had noticed when the man stopped out of the blue, her face almost running into a rather broad back. Blinking a fit, she took a few steps away before he turned so fast on the young woman. Her brows rose in a way to 'what are you looking at' before he then started to waltz around her. Watching him, she felt well a little too see through. Clearing her throat, she tilted her head a bit as she spoke, a little peeved at his stalking behavior. "Do you like what you see?" Of course, she had a joking tone, but finally when the Lanford was back in eyesight, she was happy to hear him ask for her name, though it was asked in a clippy way. Delicately, she smiled down towards at the ground trying not to let his rude nature turn her into a monster as well. Raising her head back up, her smile touched her eyes and bowed her head at him. "Willow Zenith, at your service, Sir Lanford." There, she had done so well this far, except for poking the lion a bit. He was lucky it had not been lit.
Back where she had started, Willow took off her cloak and went to hang it up on a waiting coat rack. Despite the lack of human life within the walls, it was nice and cozy on the inside now that the outside was shut out. She felt his eyes on her when she also took off her gloves and went to adjust her dress. It wasn't beautiful satin or silk, just ordinary cloth, though the skirt was slightly past her knee, he could see some rather tall riding boots. Willow didn't do "finery" because the common case was that she had a hard time not damaging her clothes. Either in the workshop, or trying to get him supplies from the blacksmith, she always got dirty. Sadly, this possibly was the reason miss sarcastic was not married just yet. Though there was one guy, he was quite a lunatic - a hunter with too many muscles. She remembered proudly how he had tried to kiss her and she made him nosedive into a hog pit. Ah, good times of triumph. And why be married. It was for sure she was going to take over her father's shop. Then she remembered, woman couldn't own their own businesses. She would have to get married? Ugh.
A few needles would fall from her, and when she saw he had noticed, she rose back up and smiled quaintly. "Rose bushes." She explained but walking around, her eyes were now roaming to two silver suits in armor that were by the entry way of the huge stairwell. She let out an aspirated 'wow' before dodging behind him and staring at herself in the shiny metal. "You sure have a lot of beautiful things here." Smiling in delight, a real smile, she laughed but when she looked back to him, his unamused expression, she frowned and fixed her posture some.
Placing her hands together as if praying for forgiveness, she tried to show concerned about their mix up from before. "I... really am sorry for striking you. Are you still angry?" She really was sorry for hitting him, though what he said after made her happy about the whole thing. And growing with every insult that was indeed slipping from his lips. Though if he was or not, she probably would not have been able to tell. He seemed to be diagnosed with a bad case of gloom.
▬▬▬ | ❝ Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀssᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ﹐ I·ʟʟ Bɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 3:58 am
Tʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪsᴛ ⇄ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ➳ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ⇗ Iᴛ·s ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪᴅᴇ. Sᴀʏ ᴀ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ ⇄ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ➳ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ⇗ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ.
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Cᴏʟᴛᴏɴ Lᴀɴғᴏʀᴅ ↘↘ Tʜᴇ Bᴇᴀsᴛ
███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ Iᴛ·s ᴀ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ 『ʜᴇ·s ɢᴏᴛ ғᴀɴɢs ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴏɴᴇs ⇄ Mᴀssɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴀᴡs ⇗ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀᴡs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇᴅ 『Hᴇᴀʀ ʜɪᴍ ʀᴏᴀʀ ↺ sᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ғᴏᴀᴍ ➳ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ﹐ ·ᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇ·s ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ⇗ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ➳ Kɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ.
Colton raised an eyebrow at her curiously when she tried to explain that she thought she had been following someone. Of course, the young Lord knew that that would be impossible, until this curse was broken. This wasn't information that he could share with this outsider, though. Instead, Colton made a slight huffing sound, as if taking a moment to consider her reasoning for running off. "Yes, well... Staff, I suppose." He stated, glancing up at a grandfather clock that stood in the entryway -- It was almost supper time, so the bulk of the tour would likely have to wait until later. He could at least show the guest to her room and let her get situated, though.
The brown-haired man was pulled from his thoughts when the girl asked him if he liked what he saw from his circling. Unable to keep a light scoff from his lips, he rolled his eyes -- clearly not one to express a sense of humor. Finally she gave up her name, before going to hang up her cloak on a rack that was waiting conveniently. Crossing his arms, he glanced at the coat rack just in time to see it disappear the rest of the way around a corner -- he knew that later Willow would find it in the wardrobe of her room. Colton wondered whether the raven-haired girl would notice the strange occurrences around the castle, or if she would assume he simply had very stealthy staff. Of course, he would be pushing the latter, which was by no means wrong. The staff still did everything they had always done, just without being seen.
Willow rose from adjusting her dress from travel, and Colton watched as a few pine needles fell from her skirts. He raised an eyebrow at her reply to his look but said nothing as she gave him a small smile. He simply shook his head and turned to approach the corridor leading to the west wing staircase, pausing to wait for the girl as she distracted herself with her surroundings. The young man looked back towards Willow as she began to walk around the room in her worn dress, admiring the decorations and collections of the castle. This was only a small portion of what treasures lay within it's walls, but it was still enough to awe any outsider. As if she had read his thoughts, she commented on how beautiful everything was. "Yes, well... This is a castle..." He muttered gesturing a hand around to take in the building, suggesting that that was reason enough for the things it was filled with to be beautiful. That was the point of a castle, right? To fill it with lavish things? He watched her expression go from delighted to rather poised, and turned to walk down the corridor.
"Follow me." He ordered, as she finished her inspection of the entryway. With their backs turned, neither would notice the little dustpan and broom that scurried along past the corridor, scooping up the pine needles from Willow's dress and taking the mess away. Suddenly, the girl apologized again for striking him with the candelabra, sounding genuinely like she meant it. Colton furrowed his brow as he walked with his hands behind his back, altering his course to go up the west wing staircase once they reached it. He frowned, and shook his head. "Not angry. A bit miffed, but I'll get over it, I'm sure." He replied bluntly, openly acknowledging the small bit of irritation he felt over the situation. His jaw was still sore and made speaking slightly uncomfortable, but he wasn't going to show that it bothered him at all.
Colton reached a smaller corridor that split off from the main walkway and turned down it, stopping at a room in the middle. He pulled out his key ring and slid one of the old keys off of it, holding it out for Willow to take from him. "This will be your room." He explained, gesturing for her to go ahead and open the door. The room that she would find inside was quite large, and not so much a room befitting a servant as a room befitting a guest of a castle. Since no one else ever came, and he didn't want her snooping about the servants quarters -- it would surely be much harder to keep up the charade that there were any -- he decided he could get some use out of the guest rooms. "You can refer to me as Mr. Lanford, Lord Lanford, or Sir. Dinner is at precisely eight o'clock, and breakfast will be at seven." He began to explain, folding his hands behind his back again. "I will go over what will be expected of you tomorrow, as I am sure you would prefer to have food and rest after your journey tonight -- but understand that this is the only time I will be lax. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, but do not expect an answer if I think it is unnecessary. If you need something and you cannot find me, I will likely be in my rooms, the library, or the parlor -- but please do try not to disturb me unless it is something terribly important." Colton went on, instructing in a rather dull tone. It was the kind of voice that if he were trying to teach someone, they would surely fall asleep partway through.
︾ ⇛ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: the castle corridors ⇛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: the new help ⇛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: irritated
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2016 11:39 pm
Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ ▬▬▬xxx ✯ Ｂｅｌｌａ xxＺｅｎｉｔｈ
xxx xxx
| ❝ Try ɴoт тo вαre тнoѕe ғαɴɢѕ αт мe, yoυ Beαѕт. ▬▬▬
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ✯█ location▬▬ her room, dining hall xxxxxxxxxxxxx ✯█ company▬▬ something noisy in the hallway? Just a cart. Damn | what a spread!.
Standing before him, a curious tilt to her head, Willow was a bit speculative of this rather nicely put together human being, minus the stuffy attitude. Pushing out her lips, she eyed him oddly when he offered an answer for what she had saw earlier, someone from his staff, yet why did they not just greet her. Lowering her guard, her face softened to agreement. "Very shy staff." She grumbled out. Though perhaps this was just how things were to be done in a huge castle such as this. Eyes switching about to sight to sight, she hoped she could at least make a few friends here if she was going to be staying for awhile. Not that she liked tall, dark, and handsome, but she was pretty sure she was only here to clean his linens and dust his belongings.
Willow had caught that intimidating, and rather discourteous, sound that had slipped out of him. It made the wind flush out of her sails. Perhaps wild, ill-mannered girl was not this lord's cup of tea. Yes, this was a castle, a rather impressive one, didn't girls wish to live like a princess in such a place. Willow would much rather have her small workshop back home, but this surely was a different view. As Lord Lanford ordered her to follow, she did with a skip in her step wanting to see more of the castle's inner dwellings. She felt eyes on her once again, and as he began to walk up the stairs, she looked over her shoulder feeling her neck go cold. Nervous, she hurried up after him, clearing her throat to sound confident. "Right behind you." Luckily he was holding her attention, she was oblivious to the sneaky works of magic going on behind her. But that secret couldn't hold forever, something was seeking for her to see and believe.
Walking a bit too close behind him, he answered her question about her good hit from before. Thank heavens, he was forgiving. She was particularly glad that he was not too angry at her misdemeanor. Good, she could put that messy business behind them and start over fresh.
Trying to remember her way, she listened to his voice echo off the walls, her head spinning left and right grinning almost intoxicated by all the interesting and relished items that adored the walls, the height of the ceilings. All seemed magical to the girl whose world was so small. As they walked, she found her eyes staring at this Lanford's back. He had a strict walk, but she could tell there had to be secrets here. The rumors she needed to subside. When he stopped at a door, she clasped her hands in front of her, preparing herself. When he slipped a key off an iron loop among tons more, her eyes lit up as she took the key gently out of his palm. "My room?" She sounded surprised, yet delighted, though this was most likely protocol for a gentleman to offer a lady a room. She hadn't expected such careful care with her.
When he opened the door, the room's size was bigger than the whole downstairs shop. Surely, he wanted her to like her a little. A bit speechless, she still held the key out in front of her in a daze as she went into the room to take it in more. Stunned. Willow was just the help helping the help at most, surely she didn't need such special treatment. Looking at him, a tad weak in the eyes, she stammered out to him, the gratitude in her voice already stained there. "Are you sure, for just me, surely I could make due with the others." She closed her hand tightly around the key and pulling her arm back slightly before he could interject. "But I'll keep it, of course." The bed looked a lot more cozy than she had expected. Biting at her bottom lip, she turned her head to the large canopy bed, her hand reaching out to rub it down the cascading silk listening to his stick time schedule. It must have made things a bit easier. Looking down at the velvet, she gave a cross frown down at it, so no first name.
As he gave her proper instruction on what was to come, she felt slight pressure to do what was required of her. This was for her grandfather, and no matter how taxing the task, she could pull it off no problem. She owed him her life and love. The rather pushy Lanford would not go easy on her, but for now she could rest and prepare for the treachery works ahead of her for tomorrow.
Turning her head, she looked all smiley and do-gooder at the moment walking up to him with a slight swing in her step, her hands also going behind her back, her eyes cutting into him a bit sensually. In a singy voice, she replied to his beckoning for her to eat at a certain time. "Mr. Lanford, are you asking me to join you for dinner?" Smiling a bit pleased at herself, she leaned back and let him adjust to her feminine ways, though raising her brows she was of course teasing the master. Bowing her head as if to apologize, her eyes went downcast as well, though slowly rose back up, the green of her eyes dominating her features. "I'll need a map I think if I am going to find you, or disturb you, anywhere, sir." She could deal with his stale words, though she was rather tired from the trip, she had an energy she couldn't put away. After all, this was probably the most exciting thing to ever happen to her. In opposite aspect, she could tell the growing irritation from the man was pulsing out of him. Did he not deal with women a lot? That made her terribly concerned.
Clearing her throat, she smiled primly and gave a rather disappointed curtsy to him. "Until dinner." Pointing up she seemed to pin the air like a needle and smiled a bit more. "Eight, sharp." The girl was in a way toying with him, but she couldn't help herself. The man was supposed to be mean, cruel, but all she saw was a lonely, moody boy. At least that rumor was put to rest, and the man did not have fangs and fur like a beast. His personality was the only beast she could see.
Having him leave her to her own finally, a playful twinkle sparked over her features and before she could even kick off her shoes, she threw herself onto the amazingly fluffy bed. It could fit three whole people, and it was hers to toss and turn in all she wished. Rolling off, she found herself feeling like a child, her eyes turning their sight on the window that as covered by crimson tresses. With a violent throw of her hands, she opened the curtains revealing a most theatrical view. The sunset burning over an open sea, in the far distance, the mountains of Europe dusted with snow. Heat and cold, it was enchanting. The sun's last glow stilled on the woman's pleased face. She wished she could just take this image with her. Very faintly, there was an odd sound. Like - clinging from outside her door. Her smile turned into a confused state as she walked over towards her door with gentle steps as to not to warn them. Laying her ear to it, perhaps it was a staff member. Smiling with an imp like nature, the girl hurried, grabbed the handle, and threw open the door in one rushed action. "Gotcha!" But before her was only a lonely cart full of tea dishes and spoons. There was even a light snack, biscuits on a dish when she pulled up a severing tray. Clicking her teeth, she put it back and crossed her arms while leaning against the door frame. "I know you're somewhere." Looking in both directions, she gave up and let out a sigh pushing the cart into her room.
Shutting her door, down the hallway, the candelabra from before hopped out from his hiding place waving perfectly lit candles, the flames fueling as if it was excited for their tale to begin. It was not alone. From behind him popped another odd moving piece, a clock that normally would sit on a table. Jumping after the lightsticks, it slammed into him, the nimble hands that circled around it's face spinning uncontrollably like it was angry. Pushing at one another, they both went to find their Master.
It had been an hour and she had long finished her tea and washed up in the bathroom to clean herself of her travel, hearing a tone coming from a coo-coo clock next to her bedside, she realized it was her grandfather's craft. So the Lanford senior was a fan after all. Thinking back, wasn't there an old grandfather clock in the entryway. In her thoughts, she was startled by a sound. Jumping, there was a squeak from a very old wardrobe, the door slightly ajar. Old thing, she thought, but when she walked over to it, she couldn't help but peek inside. Hanging on racks were a few fine dresses. Still a woman at heart, she decided to air out a pretty blue dress and held it against herself in the mirror. "Not bad." Going to put it back, she also saw a maid uniform. Ugh. She really didn't like the idea of working alone on this place. Though it would give her the chance to explore. Looking at the clock again, she realized she was going to be late to this rather punctual dinner. "Might as well look nice." Smiling satisfied with her idea, she started to dress herself.
It took her probably ten minutes to remember the small map he left her to make heads and tails of it. But finally, Willow ended up just following the smell of hot food. Opening the door of the kitchen, she was greeted with a feast for a king - well a lord. The amazement washed over her face as she approached the table. "Holy cow, are we eating a whole cow?" Laughing at her own pun, she looked finally at Lord Lanford.
▬▬▬ | ❝ Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀssᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ﹐ I·ʟʟ Bɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 9:16 pm
Tʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪsᴛ ⇄ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ➳ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ⇗ Iᴛ·s ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪᴅᴇ. Sᴀʏ ᴀ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ ⇄ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ➳ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ⇗ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ.
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Cᴏʟᴛᴏɴ Lᴀɴғᴏʀᴅ ↘↘ Tʜᴇ Bᴇᴀsᴛ
███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ Iᴛ·s ᴀ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ 『ʜᴇ·s ɢᴏᴛ ғᴀɴɢs ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴏɴᴇs ⇄ Mᴀssɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴀᴡs ⇗ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀᴡs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇᴅ 『Hᴇᴀʀ ʜɪᴍ ʀᴏᴀʀ ↺ sᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ғᴏᴀᴍ ➳ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ﹐ ·ᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇ·s ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ⇗ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ➳ Kɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ.
Colton had shrugged off the comment about his staff being shy, choosing not to comment further on the subject. He also chose not to say any more about the incident in the hallway where his face was battered with a candelabra. Really, he would just prefer not to speak of the situation of the household and it's enchanted inhabitants altogether, though he was sure she might start to notice how strange everything was the longer she remained here. He could feel the girl's gaze from behind him before she came to take the room key he held out, as if she were already trying to figure out what secrets were hidden here -- he couldn't blame her for being curious, though, with all of the rumors he knew circulated around the village.
Taking the key, she sounded as though she had not been expecting to be treated as a guest. He replaced his hands behind his back again and waited as she opened the door. The look on her face was one of complete awe, and she stood in a stunned silence for a moment before finally speaking. All traces of the joking tone she had held up to now were gone as she gratefully accepted the lavish lodgings -- though he did sense a hint of worry in her voice as she pulled the key more tightly to herself, as if the Lord of the house might try to rescind the offer. He continued to stand stiffly in the doorway as she explored the fabrics and furniture cautiously.
Suddenly, she turned and bounced back towards him with a strange look on her face. Colton raised an eyebrow at her, not quite understanding what she was getting at. He hadn't had much experience in dealing with women, except for his mother and sister who were arguably as stuffy as he was. "I'm telling you that if you would like to eat, dinner is at eight." He said again in the same stern tone, feeling as though he were simply repeating himself.
She looked back up at him then with bright green eyes and suggested that a map might be necessary. He had already planned for a request of that kind, and he pulled a few folded sheets of paper out of his pocket for her to take. There were detailed drawings of each floor of the castle printed on them in dark ink. Finally, the girl excused herself to prepare for dinner with a light urtsy -- the most formal thing he had seen her do since her arrival -- and closed the door, leaving the master of the castle to his own devices. Colton made his way back down the stairs and to the opposite side of the castle, back to the library he had been busying himself in before Willow's arrival. He closed the heavy doors behind him and sat down at the desk, rubbing his face a bit in an exhausted manner. The books that he had thrown onto the floor earlier were now stacked neatly on the desk and he reached out to pull one towards him.
As he sat looking through another of the books he hadn't gotten to yet, the heavy double doors opened slightly and fell shut again. Colton looked up to see the candelabra that had hit him in the face and a little table clock shuffle inside the library. The pair scooted towards him across the floor, and the young man reached down to lift the objects to sit on his desk. As he did, he noticed that it was almost eight o'clock. The young man rose from his seat, giving a small salute to the clock and the candelabra that were now on the desk, and exited the library to make his way towards the dining hall. It wouldn't do to be late when he had so forcefully stated the mealtime.
Entering the room, he seated himself at the head of the table and watched as the last of the dishes settled into place. Willow entered only a few seconds later, startling Colton just a bit. He then settled back into his chair and gestured with one arm for her to sit wherever she'd like, noticing that she had decided on a change of wardrobe. He raised an eyebrow, wondering when his sister's clothes had gotten into the wardrobe of that room. He was sure it was the servants doing. No matter, though, it wasn't as if his sister wore them anymore.
All across the table sat trays of piping hot food, and the look of amazement on the girl's face made it clear that she had never seen so much food in one place in her life. "Something like that... I suppose." He muttered, though he didn't seem to get the joke at all. He just assumed it was some reference to how many options there were.
︾ ⇛ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: the castle corridors // the dining hall ⇛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: the new help ⇛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: exasperated
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 10:43 pm
Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ ▬▬▬xxx ✯ Ｂｅｌｌａ xxＺｅｎｉｔｈ
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| ❝ Try ɴoт тo вαre тнoѕe ғαɴɢѕ αт мe, yoυ Beαѕт. ▬▬▬
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Her joke had not touched a nerve on his face, she was beginning to think this man had no humorous bone in his body, but all in all, it would not matter come tomorrow. She would be sure to work herself red in the face to see her grandfather's debt repaid to the stuffy Lanford. The thing was, even without a laugh, the man had a mastered the wonderful ways of a proper gentleman, which was to be expected. Willow, however, as she took in his offer to sit with a slightly nervous incline of her head, had never seen so much pride and proper gestures throughout her village. Many were hunters or craftsman that were not trained in the ways of high life, but no, the man she had taken a seat next too in a quick plop, was the real deal. A well groomed lion, a prince in his prime. Sitting so close, she scooted the chair in, one scoot, two scoot, perfect. She was aligned, eyeing the food and pretty tableware with satisfied and awestruken eyes. What a nice table to sit at with family, she wished her grandfather could be here as well. Gently, she looked to Mr.Lanford and she couldn't help but reach for a large, flaky crescent roll and speak in a matter of speaking tone. "Such a huge table, for one person." Slouching slightly as she peered at the other end of the table, it seemed like a dark, dusty end, though everything was shimmering by the lit candles on the table. Raising her head, she saw there was also a lit chandelier.
Taking a huge bite, the girl before him was completely famished to say the least. And the snare of the food, it had unleashed her hunger tenfold. She then looked to him, roll still placed near her mouth and putting it down on her plate, she smiled with a mouthful and did her best to reach out and swallow it down with some wine. She paused for a moment savoring the enriching taste of it - this was pretty pricey stuff. She normally just drank milk or orange juice. Surprised of the mature taste, her eyebrows lifted as she placed the wine back down, a bit far from her plate. "Sorry, it was a pretty harsh ride. And my table manners are definitely up to some training." Talking wasn't a problem for her, even if the man before her didn't say much. Or perhaps he was just not giving too much away is why. Eyeing him suspiciously, she finished her roll in a manner of seconds and then placed her elbows on the table leaning forward a bit. "Do you have any other family, sir Lanford?" Perhaps it was wrong of her to ask, but it was not only her table manners that needed updating - her mouth was another thing.
▬▬▬ | ❝ Cᴀᴜsᴇ I ᴀssᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ﹐ I·ʟʟ Bɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ tigerlvr_bailey OOC: Hey~ So I am back in writing, or actually now I have time. xD So if you're down to get back to this, let's do dis!
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2016 1:58 pm
Tʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪsᴛ ⇄ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ➳ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ⇗ Iᴛ·s ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴇxᴄɪᴛɪɴɢ ʀɪᴅᴇ. Sᴀʏ ᴀ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ ⇄ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ➳ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡʙʀɪᴅɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ ⇗ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ.
▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Cᴏʟᴛᴏɴ Lᴀɴғᴏʀᴅ ↘↘ Tʜᴇ Bᴇᴀsᴛ
███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ Iᴛ·s ᴀ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ 『ʜᴇ·s ɢᴏᴛ ғᴀɴɢs ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴏɴᴇs ⇄ Mᴀssɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴀᴡs ⇗ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʟᴀᴡs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴇᴅ 『Hᴇᴀʀ ʜɪᴍ ʀᴏᴀʀ ↺ sᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ғᴏᴀᴍ ➳ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ﹐ ·ᴛɪʟʟ ʜᴇ·s ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ⇗ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ➳ Kɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ.
Colton continued to watch with a raised eyebrow as Willow seated herself and retrieved one of the fresh, warm croissants that sat on the silver platter in the middle of the table. Most of the platters had situated themselves there just before the girl had come into the room, cutting the table setting quite close. The male's own plate was already filled, but he had been waiting for his guest to arrive before beginning to eat. Now that she was here, however, he picked up his fork in one hand and knife in the other, and began slicing into the steak that sat on his plate. He cut off a small bit and chewed, pausing ever so slightly at her comment on the size of the table but choosing not to reply. Of course it had been meant for more people, and there was once a time that it was full of faces. However, the Lanford family had now successfully alienated themselves from the rest of the nobility, and no longer threw lavish feasts or balls. They never attended, either, as the males of the family could not leave the property. Colton still received invitations, out of courtesy, though.
The young man watched out of the corner of his eye as Willow bit into the roll that she had taken ravenously, and then washed the bite down with some wine. He thought that a look of surprise crossed her face, and found himself wondering what she was used to drinking. Surely not the kind of stuff they kept here in the castle. The male remained silent as she apologized for her table manners and hunger. Willow finished her roll and leaned forward with her elbows on the table. He scowled at the elbows. His father would have jabbed him with a fork if he had ever put his onto the table during a meal. However, he wouldn't do that. The girl spoke again, her next question catching him off guard, though he didn't let it show. Instead, he finished chewing his bite, lifting the cloth napkin from his lap to his face. He remained quiet long enough that one might have thought he didn't intend to answer, but after he placed the napkin back on his lap, Colton opened his mouth to speak.
"I have a younger sister. She lives with her husband's family, in the city." He stated, the question seemingly not phasing him. He wrote to his sister often, though he wouldn't share that much with his new guest.
︾ ⇛ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: the dining hall ⇛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: the new help ⇛ ᴍᴏᴏᴅ: exasperated Quote: OOC: My computer is literally awful. I was almost done with my post AND MY ENTIRE INTERNET SHUT DOWN ON ME. For no reason. Like just exited out of the whole internet and wouldn't restore. kjahboiushdiouhfuiahsdf ANYWAYS. I am definitely down to keep going!! I haven't been on much cause my quarter has been brutal, but I have finals this week and then I'll be on more frequently again!
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