Dialog: #6600CC
Location: Attic
Location: Attic
Lola’s cheeks flushed when Forrest said “I think I’m the one who’s lucky.” Her arms were shaking, she wasn’t cold just in disbelief at this moment. It was so beautiful and he was so beautiful as they ate together and just chatted away. She giggled like a little school girl when he picked her up and scurried down several halls and up flights of stairs talking about nothing important, just general things that made them both laugh or ponder. She hadn’t felt safe in so long. In the arms of possibly one of the most dangerous men she’d ever met, she didn’t care if this didn’t last. She didn’t care if tomorrow he’d put on a face of rage to break her heart. She reflected on her comment to Vitane, she understood her awe. Sure Jason was an ass, but if he was anything like Forrest, it just made sense. She felt bad for putting her down. She could tell they had slept together through body language, a girl that can remember every detail of her life was bound to pick up on signals and motions, even in the most chaotic situations. But all Lola cared for was for right now, with him. She regretted the past week of avoidance, how could she have strayed so far from such a beautiful being.
When he plopped her on her bed she couldn’t help but admire his exquisite room. Part of her wanted to laugh, she half expected his room to look like a fiery dungeon. When he pulled off his shirt her eyes widened Well hello she thought with a huge grin appearing on her face Them muscles, I need to lick me some of that. She let out a small laugh at her thoughts but recomposed herself as she tried to focus on his words. “...you like it?” Lola blinked a couple times, she had missed everything he said. “I’m sorry darling, you pulled off your shirt and this” she waved her hand at his face “Just sounded like static. Holy shit you are ripped.”
She gawked at him as she played with a strand of her hair “I think I’m a little tired of talking” she said flirtatiously. She pushed him down and swung a leg over him. She pulled off her dress and tossed it to the ground. She sat in her underwear with her long hair cascading down covering the right side of her body. She bit her lower lip, she felt like her heart was ready to explode out of her chest. She shifted her legs and laid down on top of him, she traced his lips with her finger and she stared deeply into his eyes. Then, she just let herself melt into him as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.
Dialog: #000066
Location:Entrance Hall
Location:Entrance Hall
Jason was taken back when Vitane exploded into a rant I knew I would regret this. He listened to every word whilst his mind filtered through countless images of everything she described. He suddenly remembered it like it was yesterday. He could see the flames as Dublin fell. He could sense his rage as day after day he set houses on fire. He was pissed. He didn’t care of the innocent, he had been in his kitsune form for weeks by that time. His humanity was all gone, he had no control as he burned and burned longing for death, longing for it to just all end. He was attacked countless times but for some god awful reason he couldn’t die! No one had the right weapon or technique. He tried burning himself to death but the pain felt good and he just ended up healing.
...that you burned!” There it was, she was right about everything. It was one of the worst massacres in history, Jason had taken oblitus to forget about it but the potion had clearly worn off as she described it. He met her gaze, tears were flooding down her face. This is why he didn’t get close to people. This is why he didn’t bother with humans, they never moved passed it. He contemplated just killing her, ending her misery and his so he wouldn’t have to hear her venomous words. The whole time his face had remained composed and calm, but inside he was raging how dare she talk to me like that!
"You really are a monster! I was an idiot to trust you! I knew better! Why would I do something so naive?" As she turned on her heel, Jason had enough. He got to his feet and gripped her arm “No, you don’t get to do that. Not in my castle. I’m sick of everyone storming off, Forrest fine, I’m okay with him doing that. He’s my brother so no matter, he’s always excused. But you, no not you. You don’t get to leave until I say so. Got it? Enough of this equality shit. Let me remind you of your place here. You are my slave. You do what I say and what I want when I want it. Your little bitch fests won’t fly with me. Now go get some fucking food in your system and go to bed. Fight me on it and you can sleep in the dungeon.” He let go of her arm, his face was hard. Without another word, he huffed air through his nostrils and stormed to the front doors. The guards opened them for him, the bright sunset shone through the castle. As the doors closed, all that could be seen was his silhouette fading off across the drawbridge.