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Post by micaylah on Sept 22, 2008 10:57:18 GMT -5
Nashante held close to him as she smiled. She led him to a bench in the courtyard. Sitting, she pulled him down beside her. She kissed him on the neck as she placed her hand upon his chest. Putting her lips near his ear she whispered, "Are you willing to let me go yet?"
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Post by taran on Sept 22, 2008 14:35:39 GMT -5
Mar smiled, pulling her into him as if she were indeed his lover. He kissed her neck softly, whispering into her ear. "You think I would?" he asked, kissing her neck. "I can handle the torture, but can you?" He took her hand in his, pulling it down behind them, out of sight. He squeezed it slightly, smiling on her neck. He looked at her, resolve shining in his eyes. He smiled, putting his hand on her chest and kissing her lips. "Two can play that game, Nashante."
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Post by micaylah on Sept 22, 2008 20:03:25 GMT -5
Nashante made no response as Mar squeezed her hand. She cringed slightly as he kissed her on the neck and put his hand upon her chest. His words upon her neck sickened her. She slowly moved her hand across his thigh as she smiled coyly for any watching. She ran her hand up the inseam of his pants, as she got to his lap, she leaned forward putting all of her weight upon her hand. She whispered, barely audible as she leaned forward, her lips barely touching his. "Yes. Two can play this game!"
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Post by taran on Sept 22, 2008 20:51:46 GMT -5
Mar smiled at her, taking her hand upon his lap and moving it...closer to the skin. He leaned over again, his own hand crawling up her thigh. He looked into her eyes, a sly look on his face. 'This may actually be kind of fun,' he thought as he gently messaged her thigh, near her hip.
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Post by micaylah on Sept 22, 2008 21:13:21 GMT -5
Nashante was not going to back down from him. She took her hand to touch skin. Her nails digging deeply as she 'caressed' him. She smiled as she looked in his eyes, her own reflecting her hate for him.
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Post by taran on Sept 22, 2008 21:32:52 GMT -5
Mar smiled, though it was definitely uncomfortable. He kissed her lips, working down to her chest. His hand moving between her legs and 'caressing' her.
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Post by micaylah on Sept 23, 2008 0:40:50 GMT -5
Nashante increased her pressure as she brushed across his lips with her own. She worked her way to his ear, nibbling softly at first. She smiled as her teeth clenched tightly upon his ear.
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Post by taran on Sept 23, 2008 14:51:15 GMT -5
Mar smiled as she bit down on his ear. "Don't think that will work," he said as he kissed her neck. "You see, my ears have built up a sort of resistance to that." He smiled, nibbling on her neck. He slowly worked his hand between her clothing and abdomen, his hand working down. He smiled as he handled her roughly. "How long you going to keep this up? I can go for a while."
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Post by micaylah on Sept 23, 2008 15:17:54 GMT -5
Nashante stood, tearing herself away from Mar. She looked at him glaring and walked back toward the castle. She didn't say a word as her anger rolled inside her. She felt ill, as something else rolled within her. She quickened her step, running back to her room. She ran into the washroom as she became sick. The feeling coming over her in waves as her abdominal muscles tensed forcefully, her stomach emptied its meager contents. The sickness continued until she thought her insides would be next to be expelled. She sat back against the wall on the floor. Leaning her head forward to rest upon her knees, she let the tears fall.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 23, 2008 15:38:12 GMT -5
OOC: sounds like you've had experience with morning sickness, mica. lol!
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Post by micaylah on Sept 23, 2008 19:44:43 GMT -5
OOC: Nope not once. Have had trouble with the hair of the dog scenario. Wine coolers, brats, sitting in the park with fire & ems guys do not make a good combination for someone who doesn't drink. lol
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Post by taran on Sept 23, 2008 21:15:02 GMT -5
Mar hid his smile as he followed Nashante to the bedroom. He sat in his chair, waiting for her to finish her business in the washroom.
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Post by micaylah on Sept 24, 2008 6:29:37 GMT -5
Nashante stood, using the wall to rise. She went to the basin, washed her face and rinsed her mouth. As she exited the washroom, she saw Mar had returned to his chair inside her room. She looked at him as she rolled her eyes as she made her way past him to the bed. She lay upon it, gathering the pillows to herself as she let sleep take her.
Her time drew near as her belly began to swell. Her gowns began to expand with the delicately rounded aspect of her form. The child now within her becoming visible as she looked into the mirror. Mar continued in his chair in her room all these many days, watching over the growing child within her. Nashante had mellowed in her attempts to torment him as they met with no resistance from him. She had other things to worry about as the darkness she had taken into her became harder to manage and control. Thus far she had been able to hide it from both Mar and Galbatorix. As it grew, she would become consumed by it.
As evening fell into night, she went in to the courtyards, escorted by Mar as always. It was alright though, for what she needed to do it did not matter. She proceeded to her spot in the garden. The area that Galbatorix had prepared for her upon her request. He had been more agreeable to simple requests as he saw her expanding form. Felt the child within her grow. If things had been different, she may actually have enjoyed this time.
Mar leaned upon a nearby tree as Nashante made her way into the secluded courtyard. The moon high in the night sky, glowing in its silvery mist, full in the blackness of the night sky. Nashante removed her gown, the light from the moon shining upon her fair skin. She called upon the four corners to consecrate her space as she sat in the center of her circle. She practiced the ritual of Drawing Down the Moon. Taking the moon's power within her. Her body shivered with the darkness as the moon's light and magic touched it within her. She raised her hands to the moon as she drew them back to her, resting them on her belly. She lowered her head with her eyes closed as she spoke the words within her mind so Mar would not hear. She took the moon's power and bound the darkness within her to the child growing in her. The darkness delighted at her gift. Entering the child, it caused the baby to shudder within the womb. The black mist evident around her for but a second before entering the form of the child. 'This child I give you. Yours to do with as you wish, whatever your will.' Nashante had cursed her unborn daughter to a life she could not imagine but neither would she have cared. Her main intent was to loose herself from the darkness that would destroy her if she didn't get rid of it. Whatever it did to the child was no consequence to her.
She smiled as she stood, pulling the gown back around her. Turning to return to her room she took a step and fell as the intense pain grabbed hold of her. The darkness had awakened the child as it bound itself to her soul. The child reached out to her mother, her power controlled by the darkness and enhanced by it's own. The pain gripped her whole body as she fell, grasping her belly within her hands. The scream issued forth from her mouth as the pain moved into her head. The darkness, through the child, giving her warning. She looked to Mar as he moved quickly toward her. She knew the concern in his eyes was not for her, but the child within her he was charged to protect.
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Post by Tismri on Sept 24, 2008 12:33:36 GMT -5
Gloriana bit her lip hard as another labor pain overcame her. She squeezed Morzan's hand and concentrated on her breathing. Would it never end? The pains had come upon her unexpectedly in the night and a midwife was called for. That was hours ago, and she knew something was wrong. Finally, a weak cry was heard. Gloriana fell back, relieved that it was all over. Morzan held the darling baby girl in his arms. Gloriana gave a weak smile, her strength leaving her. She felt cold, and tired, and heavy. A tear fell down her cheek as she stared at her husband and her daughter. "Morzan..." she whispered. Morzan leaned closer to her so he could hear. "Morzan, don't tell her....about me. Don't tell her...that I was...an elf." "Glory, don't say things like that. You'll be fine. You just need rest, that's all." Tears were falling down his face onto the precious babe in his arms. He shifted the girl to one arm and placed the other around his wife. She gave him a sad smile. "Morzan, we both know that's not true. I'm dying." As if to ocnfirm her words, her breathing labored and her face turned pale. "Promise me...don't tell her." "I promise," he said. Gloriana gave a contented sigh and closed her eyes. She leaned against Morzan and gently touched her infant girl's face. A beautiful smile came across her face. Then she was gone.
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Post by taran on Sept 24, 2008 12:47:49 GMT -5
Mar ran quickly to Nashante as she fell, reaching out with his mind to sense the child. He could feel a power within, something dangerous. He did not know what it was, but there was no mortal threat, nor possible harm to the child or Nashante. He stood, looking down at the pathetic woman at his feet. "It seems the time is fast approaching," he said down to her. "When you will give birth and I shall be free of you, and you me." Mar reached down, helping her to her feet and picking her up in his arms. He walked her back to the bedroom, setting her down softly on the bed and taking his usual spot near the door. "Rest, you will need your strength soon."
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