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Promise of the Truth
« on: January 12, 2016, 03:11:03 PM »
Lunch had actually been rather nice, especially considering Sibylla and Chancellar had probably spoken more than they had the entire time he'd been keeping her there. The line between hostage and guest was blurring a little, but still there though, and the woman couldn't help but wonder how long he intended to keep her locked in his house. On the plus side, it meant that no one knew where she was, and the only people who knew there was a woman here were not aware of her true name or origin.

Something to be thankful of, as far as Sibyl was concerned.

After having eaten and tidied, rather than returning straight to her room to pout while weaving her we, Sybil agreed to move to the living room, where she sat down on a couch with a drink, and considered what she'd been told about Chance's situation. It was certainly an interesting one, and she could understand why it would upset him so.

"You're going to search for this cousin, yes?" The Black Widow Healer asked softly as she watched the Prince. She already knew the answer to the question, he was a little unpredictable but this had hit him hard and it would make sense to get some kind of closure on it, whether his cousin was still alive or not. "And your father? I imagine he probably doesn't know about his sister's correspondence. You'll have to tell him," She nodded briefly.

While Sibyl honestly hoped she was able to help with this situation, there was another reason for continuing the focus on Chance's issue, and that was the small hope that he might forget her promise to share in return. Lunch had given her enough time to realise that it might not be the best idea.

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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #1 on: January 12, 2016, 11:47:33 PM »
There were two things that did not run very strongly in the Nirrai bloodline, well aside from Black Widows. That was Warlord Princes and females in general. Chance knew that his aunt's disappearance had not only affected his father, but his uncles as well. Whatever sort of person his aunt had been, she had been loved. There were more than a few who had said she had loved the stories of their great grandparents more than anyone else had. The only thing was no one could be sure if it had been because two times great grandma Celeste had ran all to be a pirate or because she herself had been healer too. There was no way to find out.

Now there was a cousin. A baby girl out there somewhere who had no idea that she had family ties to one of the leading minor Aristo families in the horse racing and breeding in Hayll. More than that, Chance didn't even know where to begin. He had no last name and he didn't even have first just the letter. Yet his aunt have wanted his mom to save them but gave no address to where they were. Did she expect his mom to be a detective? What she expecting? Was this just another idea she had in her head. One where she expected to be found like his two times great grandpapa had been able to one day find his wife? Impossible.

The very thought filled him anger. How dare she? Things were not the same then. They had been hiding from family. Judging from the stories, Chance hadn't even been sure they liked each other. Besides that, Chance was more than willing to let things be, but he was reasonably sure that his aunt was dead. Dead and no one knew it. All of which he had told Sleeping Beauty. It felt good to get off his chest. Felt good to know that there was someone listening that wasn't so quick to interrupt him. And once he had finished, they had fallen silent finishing their lunch. He didn't feel as if he was in turmoil anymore. Which was good since now it was her turn to explain what she was hiding.

"I will, when I can get someone to go in my behalf. I could go there myself, but if she's in some type of danger or hiding..." Chance shook his head before taking a sip of juice. "No one is likely to forget about an Eyrien ask questions no matter how much money line their pockets. There is always someone willing to pay more." His jaw tightened at the thought of him going to his dad with this information. No doubt he would devastate him. It would have to be done though. "It is clear from the letter that no one knew but my mom. And I think she only kept quiet about it was likely because it was the only way to keep my aunt from cutting off contact. Or so I like to think."

Chance took a sip of his juice to clear his throat. Then he cleared his mind, forcing himself to relax. Part of him knew he would needed for what was to come next. He looked up at the woman he was keeping. "It almost too much ask but I have to know sleeping beauty. What tale are you hiding?"
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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #2 on: January 13, 2016, 02:51:13 AM »
Just from watching the Prince, it was easy to see that there was a large change from before they'd had eaten, to now. That meant he was able to sit and think clearly about what he would do with the information. She knew little about his family, but it seemed that there was some unfinished business between this aunt and his father. Many things unsaid and, judging by how long it had been since she'd written, that would forever go unsaid.

Briefly, Sibylla wondered if that was how it would be for her with her own family. She didn't want to lose contact with her brother, but there was no way she could contact him without anyone else finding out. And that was a risk she couldn't afford. Her head dipped thoughtfully as she considered that in light of Chance's troubles, and realised it hurt.

"I would offer to go in your stead to search..." Sibylla began, though had a sense that the idea would be shot down quickly even if she didn't continue, "But, it would not be a good idea for me. It'd defeat the purpose of my... well." She gestured to the space around her as though that would explain what she meant without having to outright admit that she was running and in hiding.

It wasn't as though she needed to avoid the subject though, it seemed, when Chance brought up her own story. She bit her lip as her gaze dropped in thought once again. She could lie, it would probably be safer. But he had opened up to her, after taking her in and looking after her with no knowledge of her.

"Mine is... a complicated story, and I'm not sure if..." Sibyl's grip on her cup tightened a fraction. Was this fear? It was very possible he could want to kill her upon learning who she was, but she took a breath and lifted her gaze to meet his.

"I am Sibylla Herondale. And I'm not so much on the run, but more just... avoiding going home after having been assaulted and kidnapped and held captive. I... I'd rather not think about what happened, it was just a group of people angry at the Houses, and they caught me unaware. I escaped when I managed to regain my senses a little, when some of the drugs they'd been using on me wore off at one point," Sibyl swallowed, feeling as though she had just rambled, though she simply needed to get it all out.

"I didn't really know what to do after I got away, but it seemed like a chance at freedom. My family, they push us to be the best and it just wears us out. Both myself and my brother were pushed to our Offering too soon, we weren't ready. And I feared being made to get married soon, and start having children, regardless of the trauma I've been through. I'm just not stable enough to be around them right now," The woman gave a small nod as she continued to grip the cup, "That is my story."
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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #3 on: January 19, 2016, 07:54:47 PM »
It was bad. Chance knew that it was going to be bad even before he asked the question. When she had woken up in the startled, he had known that whatever she was running from was completely terrible. She was a black widow healer. She could have been running from the coven. She could have been running from a lover. She could have been running from her family. Chance had no idea. He had not even been sure he wanted to protect her. He had been so full of confusion over whether he wanted to kill her and the sudden need to keep her and protect her. Chance hadn't been protectable of another woman outside of his sisters in such a long time.

At her offer to go look for his missing female cousin, Chance's jaw locked as his teeth ground together as he glared at her for even thinking that he was going to let her leave. He didn't come out and tell her no but it was clear even before she finished her thought that he did not even consider that an option. True, she wasn't a prisoner, but he was not so quick as to let her go endanger herself and end up in far worse conditions than her staying with him. Yet it still, this was not about him. This was about her. They were both taking risks here, but neither of them was completely sure they wanted to trust each other. Speaking about his cousin was the very first step.

So he tried to relax. Tried not to figure anything out because he wanted to hear her story. He didn't say anything as he took another sip from his cup waiting for her to find the words. That was always a problem. What words did you say that would either lessen the effect or heighten the effect? In this case for her, it was probably the latter than the former. When her gaze met his, Chance could see the determination in her golden eyes as she introduced herself and her relation to the territory Queen. As she went on to explain how defiant she had been and what her actions had led to. How she had run away already in danger for her life and her mental well-being.

The cup in his hand exploded from the grip that has slowly been increasing as he had listened. It had been completely made of glass. The force had been added by his jewel strength sending the shards shattering everywhere, going in every direction of the room, causing damage and cutting his hand at the same time. As soon as she stopped speaking he was on his feet and roaring out a great cry anger and rage. Exactly for who it was for not even he knew. His wings spread open knocking over furniture that happened to be nearby, feet spread apart and one hand dripping blood Chance stared down at her. "You!" There was so much anger in that word. "The granddaughter of that bitch?" Yet as angry as he was he was not angry at her. The territory Queen had done nothing personally to him.

His anger was over what happened to Sleeping Beauty and what would have happened if she hadn't gotten away. He was remembering what it felt like to wear the Ring of Obedience. In remembering, Chance considered her for a long moment. His anger easing back even as he begun speaking, "There is no safety in you seeking out the rogue camp. Which means you have nowhere else to go. You will stay here."
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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #4 on: January 21, 2016, 07:29:07 AM »
Even before she'd spoken, Sibyl knew there was tension, even if Chance was trying to remain calm. After all, she'd been found in the stables, weakened and hungry. No one had a reason to hide in a stable in that state unless they had some very big issues and large baggage. His anger over her hypothetical offer to help with finding his cousin caused her to frown, but she decided to leave it. They would no doubt have plenty more to argue over once her own story was paid out.

As it was, his reaction appeared almost mild compared to what Sibylla was half expecting, once she had finished. Or she'd thought so until he shouted at her in anger. A small shield had been conjured when the glas had exploded in his hand, to keep from being cut herself, before strengthening it in the face of his fury. Sibyl wondered if maybe he would try to kill her now.

However. it appeared that once his little outburst was over, the Prince thought and considered her story - at least that was how it seemed. When he did speak again, he wasn't yelling at least, and there didn't seem to be any anger in his words, though his apparent decision of what she would be doing seemed to get a rise from the woman.

"That is not your decision to make. I appreciate allowing me to recover here, but you can't seriously be considering keeping me locked up," Sibylla straightened in her seat, her gaze piercing as an annoyed expression made itself at home on her features. Who was he to decide where she would be staying and what she could and could not do? He had no actual claim on her or anything, even if he had basically saved her life.

"Besides, now you know the type of trouble I could bring to you and your family, shouldn't you want me as far away as possible?" Admittedly, the woman was a little confused and curious about his decision. Certainly, before he would have suspected she had some baggage, but Sibyl knew well the trouble it could cause him to keep her.

There was also the fact that if her identity got out, would his family take her in themselves anyway? She expected she would have to keep up a facade and use a fake name, but what if he told them? Or someone overheard something? Or they knew someone who might recognise her?

"The smart option would be to have me move on now that I have my strength back," Sibyl muttered quietly with a small huff. She doubted Chance was a fan of the 'smart option' though.

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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #5 on: January 28, 2016, 11:48:30 PM »
He made the decision and he would stand by it. Most would call him the fool, or at least, tell him to give the matter some thought, but as far as Chance was concerned she was staying. She wasn't his prisoner, he would never think to hold her against her will, but he did not want to let her go either. It was the sort of logic he had been using against his family over the past few weeks. They thought he was nuts. Taking a stranger into his home, not letting anyone other than a healer in to check on her, not knowing anything about her. Chance was sure that if it had been possible some of his family would have been foaming at the mouth.

Now that he knew the truth, he knew that nearly all of them would have demanded that he hand her over. The one leading the charge would be Samaria. Whatever status she had gotten for selling him out had disappeared when everyone found out how she had gotten it in the first place. While no one wanted an Eyrien in the family, it was quite another thing to put a member into slavery. So she had been plotting ever since. Without a doubt, she would give the missing granddaughter back to her grandmother for a reward. She would not even mind if he died protecting her to do it either. Another thing Chance was not going to let happen.

Her expression turned annoyed. His remained the same. The both of them were nearly glaring at each other. "Is that what you call it? Keeping you locked up?" He asked, the demand clear in his tone. His golden eyes watching her features, reading her body language, listening to her speak. "That still leaves the question of where do you have left to go? You can't step foot in the rogue camp, they will kill you even if your grandfather decided to protect you." Not answering the question of what his family would do. Chance knew what his family would do, he didn't need her knowing what his family would do. That would just give her more reason to want to run.

Chance ignored her mutters. She was right in thinking that he would not be a fan of the 'smart option', not when he was trying to get her to see his side. Was she fully safe here? No, anyone who knew what she looked like could give her away, but if no one did, then she was safe enough. "The answer is no."
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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #6 on: January 30, 2016, 05:20:11 AM »
Sibylla knew that the topic was going to be one of those things he would become stubborn about it, somehow. The male wasn't a Warlord Prince, but he still had a way about him that spoke of how easy it could be to draw him toward the Killing Edge. Perhaps it was the Eyrian blood in his veins? Either way, the Black Widow Healer was not surprised at his reaction to her comments and observations in regard to her sort of 'imprisonment' and of what she should do now that she was recovered.

"The Red lock on the house has not be let down, save for when you have had to go somewhere - and you would place it back up during that time anyway - or had to let Jayd in, ever since my arrival. I've not left the house once in weeks. What would you call it, if not keeping me locked up?" A slight edge began to creep into Sibylla's voice as she spoke, her gaze narrowing at the Prince, as though to remind him very gently that she also had a sharpness to her, that she could be just as dangerous if pushed.

"Even if it is safer for me to stay here, you cannot expect me to simply sit inside all the time," The woman's voice grew a little stronger as she decided that it was definitely time to go over the subject of her house arrest. "And unless you want me to begin taking steps to shatter the Red lock myself so that I can get some fresh air, then we need to come to a compromise." There was no question in her statement. She would break her way out soon enough if pushed.

The Black Widow Healer didn't care if he didn't want her to go, or what his motivations even were. It was utterly confusing to be honest, given the bits and pieces she'd been able to pick up about him. But she couldn't remain cooped up.

"You are correct, in that I do not have any other place to go," Sibylla was willing to admit that at least, but her posture remained straight as she continued to look Chance in the eyes, "But you either allow me some freedoms, and allow me to go out sometimes - even if you have to escort me - or else you will force my hand and I will one day simply vanish when you are not looking." Yes, it was an ultimatum, and by the look of the female, she was not making an idle threat. Whether he cared or not was the question.

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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #7 on: February 04, 2016, 12:01:55 AM »
Change that, now he was glaring at her. Staring at her with his feet planted and his whole stands one of pure stubbornness. So she wants to get technical. Of course, she would get technical, wasn’t that just like just a woman. Ignore the bigger picture and nag on the small things. Clearly, she forgot that she had been nearly drained back to her birthright. If he had wanted to hurt her, he could have. Instead, he had protected her, guarded her and now she was acting like he was trying to keep her prisoner? Who did she think she was?

“So you want me to leave you unprotected when you are at your weakest? Nevermind the fact that I never touched you during that time or now? And don’t even think to lie that you wouldn’t have run the first chance you got regardless if you were fully healed or not.” He growled, not caring about the warning in her voice. Sure, she was a Black Widow and a Healer, but those two things hadn’t meant much of anything when she was unable to take care of herself. Now she was scratching at the damn door like a dog that had to go out and pee.

At her threat to break his Red shields and locks, he almost was willing to challenge her to do just that. Fresh air? Was this what this was all about? The girl has been on the run for who knows how long and now she had a safe place to hide, she was acting like she couldn’t breathe?! Mother Night, what was wrong with her? Why had he saved her again? Chance wondered if things would have been easier if he had just slit her throat that day. “I’m sorry, I had no idea that when one is being protected and is being hidden, the part about being hidden doesn’t include the hiding from sight part.” He nearly yelled.

No, he was not a Warlord Prince, but just about everyone thought otherwise when he got upset. It was enough to make any Warlord Prince proud...if they got proud over that sort of thing. “So tell me Sleeping Beauty, what sort of compromises do you have in mind? I am sure that you have them so let’s hear them.” Chance told her, pissed off to the extreme, but willing to humor her. He listened, eyes glittering in anger. Now he knew what this felt like. Chess. He hated chess. Who turned this into a chess match. He wanted to break the table and throw the pieces against the wall. Chance knew an ultimatum when he heard one.

Should kick her out for even daring to say that to him. Chance snarled. He was not going to be pushed into a corner. He was not going to be threatened in his own home for just to help someone. He was not going to...he was thinking kill her, but that was not quite right. If she hadn't listened to him he would not even considered this, but she had. “Far be it for me to keep someone who thinks they are right from proving a point.” The Red shield disappeared and the locks disengaged.
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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #8 on: February 04, 2016, 02:54:22 AM »
The Black Widow Healer didn't think she was being unreasonable. She was merely stating that it was a little stifling that - after a number of weeks and her having recovered - she couldn't even step outside into the garden. Was that really too much? It seemed so, as the Prince began to overreact to her words. She curled her hands into fists on her lap as she inhaled deeply, not wanting to get to the point where she too began to raise her voice, but this was really starting to become ridiculous.

"You're taking it completely out off context!" The woman finally shouted, raising her own voice as she stood up swiftly, even stepping a couple of menacing steps toward the Prince. "I've not complained about the help you gave me, and in fact appreciate that you brought me here to recover, you stubborn... snarly... male!" Insults had never been her strong point, not when she had tried to avoid conflict much of the time.

"No one even comes here!" Sibylla's arms raised as she gestured to the house around them, "Who is going to see me when there's never anyone here?! How am I going to be spotted when it's just us and Jayd who comes here?! Does the sky have eyes?! The trees?! Do the pebbles outside the front door?!" Turning with a growl, the female kicked the coffee table, placing her Jewel strength into it so that the furniture splintered upon contact with the wall. She was frustrated now. He was frustrated, and she was frustrated and she didn't even really know why she was.

The lowering of the Red shield and removal of the locks only seemed to infuriate her even more, though perhaps that was because of the Prince's words that had accompanied the gesture. As though she had done something wrong just because she wanted to be able to go outside now and then, perhaps even with him. Hadn't she said he could escort her?

"Is it really so wrong for me to want to feel more at home?!" Sibylla almost shrieked the question, she was feeling so flustered. And it only took a brief moment for her to realise what she had said, before she turned her gaze on the male, "That's right! I might have wanted to escape in the beginning, especially since you barely ever said a word to me, but that's hardly what I've been saying I want to do now! I just want to feel like this can be my home too! Have a small garden for my craft! Get a few dresses and things for myself! Believe it or not, I actually like being here with you!" At the admission, the woman then snarled at herself and turned, as though to storm off.

"Stubborn, paranoid, infuriating..." Sibyl muttered to herself in her attempt to leave the room, not really sure of what she'd just admitted.
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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #9 on: February 09, 2016, 10:19:46 PM »
As far as insults went, hers could use a great deal more heat. That insult was pretty much the one all women used when they had a lack of something original to say. It was like the training swear words.  Could it be that his Sleeping Beauty was so angered she couldn't speak? What was she going to do next? Stutter him to death? Or maybe it was because she didn’t know how to insult others. Was that even possible? With the way she was throwing around threats, she couldn’t be that nice.

“Sleeping Beauty, you would be surprised by what or who has eyes,” He growled, willing to admit to himself that she was making a point, but not giving enough ground to admit this aloud. He also did not want to point out that she wasn’t quite right either. At least, for the first forty-eight hour period Chance had had a large number of people showing up to his house. Either to speak to him or to try and take a peek at the sleeping woman he had found in the family barn. That was another reason why Jayd was here.

Although he was pretty sure his comment was lost when she sent the table flying into the wall. For a moment, just a split second, Chance stared at her with a different look in his golden eyes. The thought of her breaking more things did not upset him quite like it should have. Then she began to explain herself, explain what she really meant. Who was it that said that anger could bring out the truth? Chance wasn’t fully sure she was thinking things all the way though, not with the whole wanting a garden thing, but if she did want one of those she had to be serious about staying. As for clothes…

The Prince hadn’t been paying much attention to what she was wearing. He likely would have noticed faster if she had been naked, but that was not the case. And at the last statement, Chance’s eyes went wide in shock. He was even sure his mouth opened a bit. Now she was trying to leave and the only thing Chance could think of doing was yelling, “Stop!” And moving so fast that he was able to grab her before she could think of running from the room. Pulling her up against him. “Wait,” He added in a softer, gruffer tone. “Don’t. Don’t leave.”
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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #10 on: February 11, 2016, 09:35:50 PM »
"I know better than most what has eyes," Sibylls practically hissed in response to Chance's jibe. She was a Black Widow, for Darkness' sake. She knew very well about how one could spy, and personally wanted to make sure that no one could spy on the house, which - again - would be much easier if she had access to the outside so that she could wet up webs around the place. There were very few people who would be able to break through her webs to see the truth, and she could make them subtle enough to be passed over by anyone who randomly checked for Red webs.

The Prince was infuriating to deal with, even as she agreed to some of his points, he still wasn't willing to agree with some of hers. And she made very good points! She didn't catch the look in his eyes after she had turned the coffee table into splinters, nor his staring when she finally admitted that she actually liked being with him there, which essentially also meant that she liked him. She didn't really want to think about that.

However, her departure was cut off by a hand clasping her after she heard a shout to stop. She snarled as she was pulled back, turning to meet the Prince face on, but then froze as she found herself pressed against him and his voice softer. She tried to avoid looking up at Chance's face, however, unsure of what she would see or how it might affect her.

"You're being very infuriating," Sibylla murmured quietly, her voice still holding a slight edge, but mixed with uncertainty over this sudden closeness and his calmer voice asking her not to leave. Did he mean not to leave the room? Or not leave him at all? Chancing a small glance up at the Prince, Sibylla's lips formed a small pout while she studied him, trying to make sense of the man, "Why did you decide to keep me? And I don't mean when I was worn out and recovering, that you took care of me shows your kindness and instinct to protect. I mean, after I was better, why did you want me to stay?"

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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #11 on: March 04, 2016, 11:38:26 PM »
He was the worse at expressing himself in many words unless those words were said in anger. Chance had protocol and court training because he always had been called to serve his sister. He just had tossed it all out the window when he had become a slave. Nothing he knew prepared him for that and he found that those lessons did nothing to help him in the end. Now Chance was wishing that remembering those lessons were as easy as putting on winter gloves. Not that he felt that he was wrong in this conversation, but he felt that if he had that, maybe he would be able to admit that she was right…maybe…possibly.

It never hurt to try. He had stopped her from leaving the room. Well, more like grabbed her, but that was alright too. She did not try to force herself out of his grip, stepping back out of his arms as he held her against him. They could have been hugging if she raises her arms to wrap around him. Then again, what was to stop her from jamming her snake tooth into his side or back? “You, sound like my sisters,” Chance huffed, his voice still pitched soft as he tried to control his temper. The Eyrien didn’t think he was infuriating. Every female he met just seemed to suddenly get annoyed with him and the only ones he was around a lot were his sisters.

Perhaps that was why he did not know how to act around this one. She wasn’t kin, a family friend or someone who lived in the area. She was nothing to him when put like that. The best idea would be to let her go, but she wanted to stay. He more than that wanted her to stay. Chance looked down at her. Gold eyes meeting Gold eyes. “I wish I had an answer. I don’t. You aren’t a Queen, but I feel moved to protect and take care of you.” Chance had seen what it was like to see couples who loved each other, even had seen a few who fell in love, what he felt didn’t match what he saw. He was completely in the dark to the truth.
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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #12 on: March 15, 2016, 01:16:50 AM »
Sibyl honestly wasn't certain what to expect, though a jolt of fear or panic had ran through her when she'd been grabbed, her snake tooth at the ready as though there was danger. But he didn't do anything aside from hold her against him while he spoke. She reminded him of his sisters? Then she supposed at least she wasn't the only one who found him infuriating, even if he didn't believe he was. Still, with their close proximity, Sibyl realised her heart was racing and she had difficulty discerning as to why. She wasn't in danger, she was sure of that much.

"You felt moved...?" Sibyl's gaze lowered as she tried to analyse Chance's words. He could have thrown her out at any point, could have made her take care of herself once she was well. Hell, he didn't even have to take her in in the first place. She knew what it sounded like, at least in a way. The only times a male truly felt the need to be protective was either with his Queen or with a female he held another claim over.

"Do you..." Sibyl began, but then frowned in some frustration as she tried to work out what she wanted to say, "Are you attracted to me?" The question left her cheeks reddened as she at first tried to avoid Chance's gaze, before her eyes finally shifted to meet his once again and there was caution and wariness there. She bit her lip a moment as she looked over his features, zeroing in on his lips for a brief moment, before then leaning up in order to press a soft kiss to them, careful and tentative, as though she was trying to be considerate of his feelings, in case he didn't like it.

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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #13 on: March 21, 2016, 02:00:06 PM »
Was he making a mess of this? Was he stumbling over his words unsure of what to do or say? Had he once again overstepped his bounds and everything will be blown back up in his face? Chance wished he knew. He could feel the tension in her arms as he reached out to grab her. It felt as if she would attack him. Something that was the last thing he wanted from her. After everything, the last thing he wanted was for her to break away and run. Without a doubt, Chance knew he would follow her if she tried to run. He could simply picture the conversation that would be had if word of this got out.

Thankfully, his words seem to startle her more than anything. She didn't seem to look like she knew what to say next. Maybe his actions were really that confusing. If he could speak to any of his family members without one of them demanding to come down and speak to her he would've done it. As it was, Chance just held her as she got her thoughts together. "Do I what..?" Chance asked as it seemed that she was trying to go somewhere with this thought. But he needn't have even needed to say anything. She finished the rest of the question causing him to become very still.

Was this what it was he was feeling? Was he feeling protective of her because he wanted her for his own? He hadn't even realized that it. "I..." He began, right as he noticed that her gaze had dropped down then seem to settle on his lips. He wasn't sure if she was really going to kiss him or not and so he waited for her what make the first move. His grip upon her loosened even more as she leaned forward and he felt the soft press of her mouth against his. Chance expelled breath when their lips parted. He didn't break into a smile, but something in him felt as if a weight was coming off his shoulders. "I... Yes. Do you feel the same?"
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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #14 on: April 06, 2016, 04:17:01 AM »
There was some anxiety within the woman as she assessed the situation and began to come to some form of conclusion that made more sense the more that she thought about it. Well, it made some sense, anyway. In some ways it didn't make a lot of sense at all, given how little they had actually spoken until recently. Certainly, they'd been in one another's company for quite the while, and become accustomed to one another's nuances, but she hadn't expected that he would want her to be his.

Especially after revealing who her family was.

The kiss itself was simple, gentle, and taken carefully, in case he reacted badly. However, it seemed to have instead allowed him the ability to speak once more. She sensed something seem to lighten in him, and Sibyl realised that she had guessed correctly. Hiw own question, of course, then caused her to watch him a moment in silent study as her own demons taunted her briefly before she pushed them back.

"I really doubt that I would have kissed you if I didn't," The young woman murmured quietly, still in his arms, and not looking to pull away from him either. She simply watched him, as though perhaps struggling for what to say next, before then huffing a soft laugh at herself. "So, what happens now?" The Black Widow Healer questioned softly.

There were ideas that came to mind, but even those both seemed contradictory in that they seemed natural, and yet also almost awkward. Rather than burden herself with even more questions, she leaned up once again to press another kiss to his lips, a little more confidently this time with the knowledge that they felt the same.

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Re: Promise of the Truth
« Reply #15 on: April 26, 2016, 12:11:39 PM »
Love at first sight. Chance would have laughed and called it a joke if asked if he believed in it. The more fitting term would be lust at first sight. You could fall in love with an image, but that was mainly physical, you knew nothing about that person. So he would be more willing to believe in lust because that was normal. Which he would believe was what happened when he first found Sleeping Beauty in the stable. She was beautiful, sleeping and defenseless. Funny how he still thought this even with her jewel strength and caste. He was probably the only man who would think so outside of the family she ran away from.

Now he held her in his arms and he could not help, but to wonder when did he even begin to lust after her? Love was pushing it. He was aware that if he were a Warlord Prince he would not have the questions. The questions would not matter, but he wasn't so in this case they only somewhat mattered. Maybe the most important thing was that he did not want to let her go. He had her in his home. She has been here all winter and now she was in his arms. Chance would not have said he had dreams about holding her like this. Feeling her lips against his. That would have involved him being aware. Something that made him feel a bit like an idiot for not noticing.

"I doubt you do anything you don't want to do or you would not have ended up on my property." He replies calmly, his voice not lowering into a whisper like hers did. Chance had not missed the fact that she was still in his arms as if she were comfortable there. He expected that she was as comfortable with him holding her as he was holding her. "Now? Well, now I expect that when Jayd returns tomorrow we will sit down with her and tell her what is going on." He sighed, he had gotten used to keeping the shield up around the house. Just as well. His family was poking again. It did not take this long for someone who wasn't physically drained to heal.

"As for us..."He trailed off when she leaned forward once again. Instead of letting her be the only one who was reaching, he met her, lowering his head. Pulling her much closer, Chance now took the time to enjoy kissing her now that he had here where he wanted her.
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