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Post by Ruby on Feb 23, 2013 2:22:20 GMT -5
Crescendo snorted beneath her, his elegant head shaking, expressing his displeasure and if Red wasn't so utterly irritated she would have copied the creature. Instead she scowled and tightened her grip on his reins. In response, he whinnied, prancing unnecessarily hard, the urge to snarl at the stubborn creature was almost too much for her to bite back. Instead she ran a gloved hand through his mane with as much tenderness as she could muster, silently apologizing for the get-up he had been forced to wear all afternoon.
The reins were woven from silver strands that sparkled even in the half moons gentle light, his bridle was adorned in glittering gems, rubies to be precise. The saddle was made from the finest leather and also had been adorned by the precious stones and all about his legs danced banners and cloaks adorned with the Queens own insignia. A beautiful silver design. Her horse was magnificent adorned in gems, he appeared untouchable, but he hated it, he had been brought up on a farm and it was so rare that Red was rather forced to attend such things... she loved Snow, but she avoided such things at all costs. Red herself was adorned in a dress of the richest silks, also silver to match the Queen. The corset beneath the gown was tied so utterly tight she wondered if she even still possessed a waist. Her hair was elegantly curled for once, not a single strand having fallen out of place and make up adorned her face without a single flaw.
Today Red was not the bar wench or some wild beast of legend, today she had been a noble lady, a perfect citizen of society and she, like her horse, hated each and every second that ticked by. A King, a rival who had been the bane of Snow and Charming's existence for many years had called for a truce. Snow had come to her personally, she didn't trust the king and she felt safer with Red at her side, not only her best friend but the extra protection was nice too. Begrudgingly, Red had agreed, unable to say no once Snow began to beg. They had spent well over nine hours going over excruciating details of the peace treaty, Red had acted as the personal confidant to the Queen and King. Multiple times the meeting had ceased for them to speak with her or for the rival king to speak with his own company. He had been utterly difficult, unwilling to compromise and an overall ass. She had been half tempted just to kill him and be done with the whole mess, but she had refrained and instead played the part to perfection, but now there was no light in the sky and she, along with Snow and Charming were escorting the King to the border and she was riding side saddle, giving her another reason to hate these encounters. Snow, however seemed merciful. As soon as they reached the gates of Aledon the companies separated and Red was gone in a flash, urging the horse as fast as she could back to Dorian's manor after a quick goodbye.
Dorian was recovering nicely. He couldn't move for the first week, by the end of the second he was able to move on his own and slowly got back into doing most things for himself, and by the end of the third, he had even managed to make it out to the stables for a quick ride. He had to move slow and couldn't make fast movements, but he was well on his way to recovering and Whale's antibiotics had so far stopped all infections from forming. The wound looked marvelous, all things considered. It was now nearing the end of the fourth week and today was the first time she had been vacant from the grounds of his manor. During his recovery she had often left him alone for \ several hours here and there, understanding he still needed his space, but she had never gone far, always around in case he needed her.
She had forgotten to tell him she would be gone today, and hadn't the heart to wake him from his slumber. She had found one of his servants and left him a quick note that read as such; Good morning my lovely Adonis, as much as your Eris loves watching you awaken, I have been called away for a rather dull errand and I haven't the heart to disturb your slumber. I leave you my love and a breakfast filled with all of your favorites, Until tonight, - Ruby Red Of course she had meant to be gone for a few hours at best, not to sit bickering over the proper size of a trade caravan.
Crescendo trotted through the gates of Dorian's manor with a new found rigor and Red chuckled quietly as the stable boy quickly attended her, helping her off the horse. She smiled and thanked him, asking him kindly to give the horse a bit of an extra treat for having to endure all of the extra baubles. She would be back to collect them all in the morning. He had nodded and led the horse away. Red dashed up the stairs and into the familiar foyer. She supposed, for once, she was in the proper attire to grace a home as opulent as this, but this thought was not what caused the gentle smile to grace her mouth. All she wanted was to be rid of these damnable layers, find one of Dori's linen undershirts and crawl beside him. The warmth of his body was the only thing she sought at the moment, she knew it to be divine.
"Dorian?" She called just loud enough for him to hear if he was still awake. She really hated to ask one of the servants to help her out of the damnable corset, she would have to make small talk, they would have to pretend not to blush at only seeing her in her undershirt, and really she was just too exhausted for that right now, but she would if Dorian was already asleep. All she wanted was her lover, that wasn't too much to ask for was it?
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Post by Dorian Gray on Feb 23, 2013 13:29:42 GMT -5
Dorian had awoken late, having not dreamt of anything in his past nights but still feeling that odd sense of gloom looming over his sleep. He hated it. He hated being half himself and half his curse. For an hour, it was the latter, then for the next, the former. And it cycled viciously in that way on and on and on in an unending circle. He felt in worse state than normally he was in and when he awoke to the absence of the woman he claimed for himself, he felt a bit dizzy. He had wanted to see her there. It was disappointing and he reluctantly got himself up and out of bed, and dressed to go down for breakfast.
He felt so much better now, the wound having nearly healed completely. It was beginning to vanish and he felt that it would only be a matter of days before the thing would disappear completely. The portrait would take it in and never let Dorian bear the mark again, because it would be a scar only on his soul and not on his person. He was a flawless man on the outside, he was perfection to the name. He was gorgeous and young and everything that came with being so. He was strong and confident and overtly charming. He could get the attention of anyone he so pleased, and he was the very definition of attractive. All this he knew, for his vanity and his narcissistic nature were in the forefront of his thinking often, and he could not help them. He was cursed. He was a monster and not a human any longer. From time to time, he might act human, but he knew he wasn't. He was beyond that, below that.
When Dorian got downstairs to the kitchen, his servant Victor greeted him with a gesture to already-made food and then handed him a note, which he immediately recognized as being penned by Ruby. His goddess. His Eris. He smiled at the prospect and read the note. Of course. The day he had begun to feel as though he could take on the world, Dorian was denied. As soon as she got home, Ruby was going on bedrest for as long as he pleased. He could no more stand to deprive his body of her.
He ate his breakfast slowly, sipping tea as he went and savoring the taste of every fruit that passed his lips. He loved to taste the different sensations upon his tongue as each new flavor crossed it; food was another of the sensual pleasures that Dorian indulged in. When he was finished, he retired to his study, where he picked up reading the book that he'd left several months ago. He tried to recall the plot but ended up starting over at the beginning because he could not recall all the details. His mind had been a bit muddled since then, what with his injury and then his long healing process. It took too long, especially for him who wasn't very patient... As he sat in the study hours passed and he was thinking again. It was a good exercise for him, to think. But it changed who he was. It made him too human for his own good.
It was dark now. He heard the front door beneath him and woke a bit. He had been drifting off, having spent so long with the books waiting for Ruby. "In the study," he called out at hearing her voice. Dorian was so glad she was home. He'd make sure she did not have the chance to leave again until he was thoroughly satisfied with her. He stood to wait until she opened the door of his study, smiling to himself.
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Post by Ruby on Feb 23, 2013 14:11:49 GMT -5
Every time she had attended one of these events Snow had always pulled her aside, offering her a permanent place in the castle, a mansion of her own, a permanent stature displaying how treasured she was to the Queen and every time she gently declined. She was not made for regality, she hated the dresses, the flawless make-up, the perfect hair, they way one was expected to act... it wasn't her. She wasn't perfect and she definitely was not a woman who fainted at the mere sight of a handsome stranger and even playing the part for a scarce few hours made her feel like she was betraying a piece of herself. No... she couldn't wait to be rid of the fancy garment and back in her comfort clothes, she would take a round with commoners at the bar any day over a meeting with royalty.
A smile curled her mouth as the all too familiar voice answered her swiftly. She quickly moved towards the stairs ascending them quickly. Her heart doubled its pace and her eyes glittered with excitement, she had seen him this morning for God sakes... but then again she did love the duke, just the mere thought of him pulled a smile to her face. She had missed him, wished he would have been there with her to whisper naughty promises in her ear while they waited for the stubborn ass to come to a decision. He would have made the meeting considerably more enjoyable, but it was cruel of her to subject anyone else to such torture, he was much better off here in his manor. Slightly light headed she had to pause for a moment at the top of the staircase. Right... corset tight enough to break ribs. Can't run.
She glided down the hallway as quickly as she was able, damning whoever invented the corset to the lowest layer of hell because they deserved to burn for making her have to possess patience. She reached his most sacred room, a wide smile painted across her face as she opened the door, her bright eyes immediately finding her duke. She paid no attention to his reaction of seeing her so formally dressed and instead bolted across the room, tossing her arms around his neck and crushing him to her body... well at least to the dress her body was under.
"Dorian!" She giggled her delight at seeing him awake, not realizing just how much she had missed him and how utterly good it felt to see him now. "You have no idea how wonderful a sight you are!" She laughed into his collarbones, not quite tall enough to bury her face into his neck.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Feb 23, 2013 18:20:06 GMT -5
Dorian had gotten a little lost in the book he was reading. It wasn't anything particularly special, nothing he had not seen before, but it was a lovely retelling of the story of Apollo and Daphne. The god who yearned for the mortal. The chase that made the god into a pathetic, love-sick thing. The longing that turned him into less than a man when he was immortal. It struck Dorian somehow, whether it was just his fancy or there was some great resemblance to his life, but the story was something he liked to read. It made sense to him, like some other things didn't. The deeper things. They were not so easy to comprehend as that story. He sighed when he was done, placing the book back and sipping some tea while he chose another that might hold his attention as well. He settled on a volume of Rousseau. Yes, indeed. Some noble savage theory would put him straight to sleep. Humans as good creatures... bah.
He read a little before he began to nod off, contented with a full stomach and the promise of a comfortable armchair. The portrait had not bothered him too much today, but that was because he was the cursed Dorian most of the day. He was the one who was indulgent and did not give the last damn what anyone thought or wanted him to be. With Ruby gone, he did not have to think. He could just be himself, as bad as he might be when he was. But that was it, and it was with this he settled... for a bit.
There was suddenly a sound outside the door and he blinked furiously in an attempt to rouse himself. His body tensed and it was almost as though he could feel his desire for her already. What had it been since he'd last had her? Months? But he was healthy now. He was strong enough to take her as he had before. His scar was nearly faded and his smile was returning. As was the colour on his cheeks.
She had the brightest of smiles and looked absolutely lovely in her gown. He had not ever seen her dressed so, being used to her in the things she wore as a bartender. He'd tried to buy her finer things but she rejected them. Nobility was not in her blood. Ruby was a wild thing, who deserved to live free or be forever miserable. Not even he, Dorian Gray, could tame her. He grinned at her, though, and she ran toward him as his eyes grew a little wider, his body bracing for the impact. She hugged him tightly and he grabbed her back, pulling her as close as he could and spinning her. "My Eris! My Ruby Red!" he chuckled and set her down.
"Sweetheart, it's been too long. You've been gone all day. Now to bed--you told me so." He grinned wickedly and kissed her hard.
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Post by Ruby on Feb 23, 2013 19:09:18 GMT -5
Dorian. Just the simple word brought so many wondrous feelings thrumming through her body. Love, happiness, joy, excitement, lust, desire, and a plethora of other things that had no name in any language. He was the balm to her battered spirit and she loved him so terribly much it actually wounded her. He was a companion, a friend, a lover and so much more. She knew he would never ask for her hand, but knew that if he ever did her answer wouldn't even have to be thought on. She did not delude herself into such fantasies though and contented herself with having him to herself more days than not. She knew he could not be caged any sooner than she could and who was she to attempt to trap him? She had wasted no time in getting to his study, and the moment she had opened the door all of the irritation and anxiety she had felt throughout the long and dull day vanished and nothing but excitement and love filled her gaze as emerald green met onyx black.
She had watched his gaze widen only for a moment at what she assumed was her attire but paid it no heed. Her wide smile was lost into the rich fabric of the jacket he wore as she squeezed him with hidden zeal, her words and her embrace filled with innocent laughter. It seemed, her Dori was feeling remarkably better and his own arms wove around her torso in a grip just as fierce. He hoisted her into the air and spun her about the room and laughter, rich and soft poured from her mouth as he did so. She had not been so happy in a very long time. She could not remember the last time she had felt so carefree. Her names, all three of them poured from his mouth with much softer laughter. She kept her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, not used to leaving the ground. He set her down after their small bout of silliness but she couldn't seem to calm her laughter. Was this what love was supposed to feel like? Was this what she had only a scarce few months ago given up on? She was so grateful to Dorian, for so many things.
He spoke to her again, still holding her trapped against the length of his body, his words reached her and the lightness in her eyes melted into desire as she recalled her teasing jest from a few scarce weeks ago. Oh she had meant it then, and she was quite certain that he would deliver upon it now. Dorian, if nothing else, was a creature of great sexual prowess and he had been forced to go without such things for several weeks, she had no doubt in her mind that his first indulgence would be quite the ride, pun absolutely intended. She felt a bit honored that he had waited here all day for her instead of vanishing off to find some harlot. She may not be his only lover, but she was his favorite and she did have quite a large reserve of stamina. She opened her mouth to respond to his jest but never got the chance because he was upon her.
His arms tightened considerably around her waist, and his mouth crushed hers with dominating force. Surprise and lust flickered in her emerald greens before they slid shut, and she returned his passions in full, she twined her arms around his neck, fingers delving into inky black locks as soft as sin, she cemented her body to his dragging him impossibly closer, she traced his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue, begging his own to come play. She wasn't sure how long he kissed her for, he could kiss her forever if he so desired, coherency left her brain entirely. He broke the kiss first and her chest was heaving with the inability to breathe in air.
"Yes, yes..." She was breathless and slightly disoriented, her brain attempting to work beyond Dorian. Naked. Bed. Now. Rising to her toes, she caught his lip between her teeth, gnawing the sensitive flesh gently. "I will do whatever you desire, for however long you desire, but do me one favor love, rid me of this damn corset." Laughter and lust colored the sultry tone while deft fingers undid the gown and let it fall away, she did this for two reasons, one she wanted him, and the sooner that took place the happier she would be, and two the corset was tied so tightly, her generous bust was practically bursting from the top of the piece, and that would only strike the final nail in the coffin for Dorian's restraint. She loved to love him more when he lost that refined control.
(((OOC: It just dawned on me that this is the first time he will be claiming her after he's told her he loved her! )))
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Post by Dorian Gray on Feb 23, 2013 22:37:35 GMT -5
When their eyes met was the moment that Dorian knew he would no longer be able to restrain himself. He would have to take her today. He had to have her, be with her. Ruby was as good a companion as any, and one hell of a lover when she wanted to be. And he missed that bitterly, being as injured and as weak as he had recently been. It was terrible to be so damned vulnerable, and what else could he do but sit back and hate every minute of it? He needed her with him. Her name, her face, her voice... it all culminated to make him want her more than he had ever wanted her before. He loved to see the wild spark in her eyes, to see the wonderful, beautiful curves of her perfect body, to see her as she lost it all and became his under his demands. Her inhibitions out the door. That was what Dorian loved to see.
He was ready for her once more. To feel her and taste her and many other things. And as he spun her around, he finally realized how close they were and how far they had been for a month or more. God, did he miss her! His mind was abuzz with pleasured thoughts, with dirty thoughts that the curse helped to prolong. She was laughing and he could not help but join her in that wonderful sound. It was incredible, to have her in his arms again. She was in for the best night of her life.
Because it was occasionally in the back of his mind, buried under the curse and several other layers, to make Ruby his bride, if only in word... Oh, no. Sometimes he wanted to and sometimes he didn't... but because of this, he wanted her to be the first he took to bed when he was better. The logical side of him always held his tongue. She would, he knew. But he would never be faithful to her, and he did not expect her to be faithful to him. Och, but what about the title? She could have a title, be someone. Did she want that? Or did she just want to keep on as his mistress, as the one he ran to when all others abandoned him? That seemed like the cheap, lying way out, didn't it? Och. Dorian was in such a predicament. He wanted her, almost wanted to wed her... No, for now he just wanted her.
Their kiss was full of passion and desire and a heat that had not been present for far too long. It was hard enough to bruise and yet it was the most wonderful thing that could have happened. He could not get enough of Ruby Red, of his Eris. She was all the chaos in his life, but it was sure as Hell good chaos. He would take her over any other lover when the chance came; if she wasn't so oft gone maybe she could be his only.
No. He needed to not think about that. She didn't want silk and titles, did she?
He had composed himself well, though grinning all the while with wicked intentions at her sultry words, for several minutes. That was, until she went ahead and proceeded to let the beautiful gown on her frame fall away. It was then that he could see her flesh exposed, see her bosom where it swelled and he was loathe to do much else but desire her. He stamped his foot almost impatiently. Why did she torture him so? She knew the very way to his bed. It was paved with want and with teasing. It was paved with the falsest of intentions but the sweetest of promises. How could he say no? How resist? He reached for the strings on the back of her corset as he moved in to capture her lips in his.
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