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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Aug 4, 2010 12:18:32 GMT -5
There was over 6,697,254,041 humans on the face of the planet. Each human is unique in their own way, their own looks, their own sense, their own voice. But only one had a voice that Freja could immediately respond to when she spoke her name.
"A-annie..."came Freja's voice, her blue eyes returned to normal, her breathing became heavy and the smile slid off of her face. Freja felt the whip fall out of her hands,she took a moment to take the glove off of her hand as well,leaving both of them bare.
Freja fell silent, and she stepped across the room over to her cousin. She had lived at the castle for many years but this was the first time Anactoria had walked in like this. Freja began to look Anactoria up and down, suspecting this would be the last time she'd see Anactoria.
Anactoria was short,especially compared to Freja who was fairly tall for a woman. Yet there was something about her posture and seriousness that made Freja feel shorter. Anactoria was the only person out of 3 people that had made Freja feel scared before.
Freja's eyes studied Anactoria's face, she couldn't help but smile at Anactoria's expression. Despite the posture and the seriousness of her body she looked like a lost child who had just had her ball taken from her. Annie's so cute when she's confused...
"I do it all for you,you know."Freja spoke suddenly. "Everything. I do it for you. I get rid of nasty suitors,I've murdered, I've tortured, I've lost...and I did it all for you,"Freja's smile grew wider, but tears began to former in her eyes. She felt them escaping her body,traveling down the side of her cheeks and down her throat.
"I do it because you won't love me,Annie. You don't notice me,and I love you. I love you more then you could ever think of,"Freja picked up her hand and began to wipe the tears from her eyes. It was a shame she couldn't lick away her own tears,Freja wondered what her pain tasted like.
"Love me Annie!"
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Post by Zdena Kilvorion on Aug 4, 2010 13:11:32 GMT -5
Something stopped Zdena. It was rather inconvenient and the sudden bump repelled the inventor back to the ground. She landed on her backside, rather roughly. Of course, her primary concern was that Effie remained secure in her grip.
A glance up, revealed the source of the physical presence that currently blocked her retreat. The princess Anactoria towered above her.
So...was this the meeting she was supposed to have? It seemed a rather awkward one. Above the puzzled inventor, her would-be captor began to speak with the princess. It seemed that these activities were intended to be kept secret. Out of some sort of bizarre familial devotion.
"Curious." was the simple and quiet statement she issued from down below the tense situation.
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Post by Anactoria IV on Aug 5, 2010 10:20:08 GMT -5
Anactoria heard the words, but it was the tone that robbed her of speech. There was a desperation in Freja's voice that she had heard only once before, a long time ago. It was a sound she had promised herslef, swore to herself, that her cousin would never have to utter again. Yet here they were, and Freja was crying and desperate and it was all her fault --
Then the words finally caught up with her, and the hand that she was lifting to reach for Freja fell back to her side so sharply it sent her dress rippling about her legs.
"You... did... what?" The question started out as whisper, but grew quickly into something that was almost a shriek, and might have been had Anactoria been so well trained. She felt a sharp pain in her chest an raised one hand to press against it, as if this would help.
She wondered if this was what a broken heart felt like.
"Torture... murder? For me? For me?!. Freja, I never asked you to.. I never wanted..."
Her vision blurred. She blinked it clear. It occurred to her, in some distant part of her mind that was still rational, that she was crying. She paid the fact no mind.
"Of course I love you, Freja! Cousins we maybe be, but I never thought of you as such. We were supposed to be sisters! I shared with you things I cannot share with my own mother! You know me better than anyone, and I thought i knew you as well! But this," her free hand swept the room. "Who are you?"
Gods it hurt. Just standing in that room sent such a pain through her chest she was certain she was being broken in two. Breathing was difficult, air came to her in small gasps.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Aug 5, 2010 10:35:34 GMT -5
Freja's eyes grew wide, she noticed Anactoria's hand reach out for her, Freja was about to return her hand in response but with out a second to lose Anactoria placed her hand back sharply by her side. Leaving Freja feeling rather...lonely.
Then the yelling began. Freja felt her heart sink in lost hope and disappointment. I should've known... she thought,her smile became sad. She always thought she was making Anactoria happy,getting rid of things she thought made Anactoria unhappy. But in the end Freja realized she was simply getting rid of obstacles that got in her way for Annie, she was only concerned with her own happiness. Not the princess's.
"I was hoping you could tell me..."Freja said, her hands reached out and lightly held the the confused girl's head, she leaned in and kissed her light lips. It was different this time. Last time Anactoria couldn't respond,so it wasn't the same. This time she could, and Freja tasted a lot of emotions, pain, confusion,hurt,betrayl....but no love. Not the romantic kind anyways.
Freja removed herself from Anactoria's mouth,only to be disappointed again. "I'll leave,if you wish."
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Post by Anactoria IV on Aug 6, 2010 22:19:14 GMT -5
First kisses are supposed to be special. Magical moments forever frozen in ones mind, a milestone in ones own romantic development that marked the frist step into a larger, more physical, and yes even carnal world.
One never forgot their frist kiss. And now neither would Anactoria.
As soon as the kiss ended, she nearly fell over her own two feet, so fast was her attempt at backing away. Her hand covered her mouth, her eyes were wide with -- she wasn't sure what emotion she was feeling. It was all a confusing mesh of horror and hurt and anger, and yes even love. She was self-ware enough to deal with any one of the feelings, but all of them? Simultaneously? At that she was at a loss.
There was no conscious desire on her part for what came next. One moment she was staring at Freja open mouthed, eyes wide. The next thing she knew, there was gust of wind from nowhere, then crack of flesh on flesh filled the room and her raised hand was hurting. That might have something to do with the red hand print now on her cousin's face.
She found her voice, but it was shaking as much as her hand still hurting, still raised hand. "This... is your home. I promised that I would never turn you out. Remain. But I want this... abomination of a room out of my castle. You are also stripped of you inner keep privileges, and with them the private counsel that I once shared with you. If you love me as much as you claim, compete for my hand like everyone else. But know that you are at severe handicap, Freja. Betrayed trust is not easily won back. And if I ever hear of you torturing my guests again...I... I had just better not!"
Which reminded her...
Anactoria looked down at her feet. "Are you hurt?" she asked Zdena.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Aug 7, 2010 7:37:22 GMT -5
Freja stumbled back away from Annie at the sudden slap to the face, she had hit alot of people in her life but it was rare she had been hit back....particularly by Annie. Freja touched her cheek, which had turned bright red, and sighed.
Anactoria wasn't too strong,so her slap shouldn't have hurt so much if it wasn't for the emotion that came with it, Freja felt what Anactoria felt all at once and it shook her body. "Annie-"Freja tried to speak,to defend herself. But Anactoria was already talking to the inventor. Besides,there was nothing to defend.
Freja looked at her hands, then back at Liliana. "We're leaving,"she whispered, her eyes narrowing. "Go pack my things,"Freja knew she had to get out of the castle, even if it was just for a few days. She couldn't deal with the lingering awkwardness if she ever ran into her cousin.
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Post by Zdena Kilvorion on Aug 7, 2010 8:23:02 GMT -5
The drama unfolded above her, but Zdena was just not ready to move. It was all so sudden and, most of all, so illogical. She really just was no sure what was going on. But, apparently the princess did not approve of the unusual duties her cousin was carrying out in her name.
But, should Freja be surprised? If the woman had any sense, this was the reaction that was to be expected. And, for her part, the princess handled it remarkably well. The loud slap, aside.
Anactoria turned her attention to the inventor, who looked back up with her gray eyes. "Minor physical discomfort." she said, "Little more. Would probably have been worse, but your arrival has prevented that. So...I should thank you, even if it has lead to this unpleasant discovery."
She had heard the princess was beautiful. And she certainly matched the description. Effie softly glowed, as Zdena wondered what to do next.
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Post by Anactoria IV on Aug 7, 2010 8:52:31 GMT -5
Anactoria keeled down and offered Zdena her hand to help her up. "As you no doubt have put together by now," she said. I am Princess Anactoria Sapphis IV," she introduced herslef. "I apologize on behalf of may family for any injury or -- " Anactoria stopped suddenly, a new thought occurring to her. Though her hand remained outstretched to Zeden, she looked back up at Freja.
"Minakawa," she said. "Jennifer. The woman from Artol. The one i asked you to welcome. You tortured her, did you not? She mentioned 'lashes' so casually I thought it was a jest, but you... you hit her...." her eyes trialed down to where teh whip had falledn to the floor "With that."
After helping Zdena to her feet, she looked at Freja again. In her most official voice she ordered: "Bring me that whip, Freja."
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Post by Zdena Kilvorion on Aug 7, 2010 9:11:40 GMT -5
One hand cradled her artificial familiar, the other took the offered hand. She was about to brush aside the concerns of the princess and, perhaps even start a conversation about business...but, the opportunity never arose. Instead, something else had occurred to her.
A different guest. One less fortunate than Zdena, it would seem. She supposed it stood to reason that other guests had similar encounters with Freja. When she was back on her feet, the princess continued. It seemed she was not yet done with her overly-amorous cousin.
How peculiar. Effie thought at the back of her mind, Perhaps should not initiate business dealings at this time, Miss Zdena. I do not think the princess is in the correct mindset for such actions.
"That is certainly true." Zdena spoke quietly with a nod of her head. That meeting was one she hoped to have soon. But today, just wouldn't be that day. Still curious about this rather odd occurrence, Zdena stood next to Anactoria. Just what did the princess have in mind?
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Post by Liliana on Aug 7, 2010 21:57:56 GMT -5
Liliana was incredibly uneasy. Someone had struck her mistress and it had been the princess who, by all accounts and all indication, was incredibly lenient with her servants. She'd hold that one close until the time came. Still, she was under orders to collect her mistress' things. She stepped back and away and began collecting the items lying around. At the request for the whip, Lily perked, what was going to happen. Worst case scenario her mistress would be struck, however best case scenario she could get in the way of the whip and taste its lash herself.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Aug 7, 2010 22:42:00 GMT -5
Freja gulped in the silence at Anactoria's command. She was hoping that if she was going to be ripped of all of this...of everything then she could at least keep something. But Freja wasn't one to back down at Anactoria's words,no matter how much she disliked them.
Freja bent over reaching for the whip,when it was placed back in her hands she gave it one last look before placing it firmly in Anactoria's hands. She gave her a cousin a twisted smile,"It's your weight to carry now..."
Freja turned to Liliana,"Hurry up Liliana,"she commanded as she headed towards her room.
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