Wednesday, October 1, 2014

[ time to sleep for a few hours, g’night! ]

Wednesday, October 1, 2014
soothingnotes asked:
Throw flowers at. With thorns.

Megan catches them, and naturally the thorns cut up her palms. She’s unflinching, though… but maybe a little confused.

"What the heck, man?"

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

                                                           R e m e m b e r i n g .
                                                              F o r g e t t i n g .
                                                    I’m not sure which is worse.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014
ventusdraconis asked:
"I'm in love with you." (u kow what verse this goes to, pretend it was sent the moring after)

ventusdraconis:

draco-principem:

draco-principem:

Megan stiffened at those words, her eyes snapping over to Raimundo’s. Surely this was some kind of a joke; he knew how she felt about these things. Sex was sex, emotions, stupid things like that had to be kept far away. Even still, the Heylin Lady could feel some sort of emotion stirring within her chest, something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time coming back to life, and she wasn’t sure she particularly liked it.

"Pardon? I think I misheard you, Raimundo," she said softly, keeping her voice low and as calm as possible. There was no anger or malice in it, it sounded serene enough. Perahsp ti was merely the calm before the storm, it was hard to tell with Megan.

"No. No reservations, thank you," came Megan’s muffled response from under the quilt. When she finally sat up, she stared at him with tired, still blurry blue eyes. This was the part of her job she hated the most; waking up at what she considered the ass crack of dawn to go meet with stuffy people who wanted nothing but to beg for forgiveness or go give her more land and territory.

Sighing as he left, she forced herself up and into her suit, doing her hair and makeup and drinking the tea that he’d left for her. She still felt like shit, but at least she knew how to school her expressions enough to hide it… between this and the imminent boredom that was bound to come out of these meetings,

Giving herself one last glance in the mirror, she grunted before turning to head outside, peering over at Rai as they continued down the hallway and he started up a random, innocent conversation. He was peppier today, and she was grateful for that. 

"Good morning, and thank you," she said genuinely. It had been a while since they’d actually had any sort of civil but professional contact, and she was more than happy that things were falling back into normalcy. "I didn’t. I drank far too much and slept way too little… and yourself, Rai?"

         It wasn’t that noticeable, but there was a very glint of actual relief o his eyes when she denied the reservation. He, however limited to just nod. Once she was outside and they stated to walk he got tome think about how to answer that. It was obvious the bags under his eyes still wouldn’t let him lie to her against it, but he at least could lie about why wasn’t he sleeping the day prior.

“I was working on the spell, the most time I invert in it, the better it’ll be for the day we bring Jack back.” He told trying to be enthusiastically, to maybe make her show happiness at the fact she as so close to have her father back. Once they arrived the table he moved he chair for her and helped her to sit, then sat himself.

“I can make you a better and more powerful potions of the hangover. I know you like to go impeccably presented on your meetings with associates.” And even though she looked stunning how he was, there was this distinctive tiredness on her eyes that didn’t fit.

Megan could tell when Rai had slept, and when he hadn’t, and it was very clear he hadn’t slept… or if he had, it wasn’t much. Still, his reasons were legit, and so she couldn’t really push him for any other answer other than that. Not to mention she also knew what he was attempting to do.

Forcing another small smile, she chuckled quietly. “That’s very noble of you, Rai. Thank you…. even still, you do need your rest, too. Try not to push yourself too much, how am I to ever properly function if you are too tired to see me through my day?” she asked him almost playfully.

Taking a seat, she quietly thanked him again, but shook her head at his offer. “No, no. That won’t be necessary. You are already doing far more than your fair share of work for me, and I don’t want to inconvenience you further. Besides, this was my own fault… but thank you for offering.”

As nice as it sounded to not feel like shit, she couldn’t have him running all over the place, either… omre than he already was, at least. The servant snake warriors brought out the usual breakfast items out to the two, laying the huge spread across the table — fruits, eggs, cheeses, meats, juices, teas, coffees, pastries… everything, but Megan wasn’t interested in any of it. She rarely was these days. Besides, the variety of things was more for Raimundo. Megan wasn’t one for breakfast to begin with, and that wasn’t anything that changed over the years.

The only thing she was interested in, however, was the soup that was laid out in front of her. Immediately, she picked the bowl up and began to sip at it, sighing. “Now, then… is there anything else scheduled after my meetings today?”

Wednesday, October 1, 2014
creaseintime:

are you ready to get
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
creaseintime:

SPOOKY
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
ventusdraconis asked:
"I'm in love with you." (u kow what verse this goes to, pretend it was sent the moring after)

ventusdraconis:

draco-principem:

draco-principem:

Megan stiffened at those words, her eyes snapping over to Raimundo’s. Surely this was some kind of a joke; he knew how she felt about these things. Sex was sex, emotions, stupid things like that had to be kept far away. Even still, the Heylin Lady could feel some sort of emotion stirring within her chest, something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time coming back to life, and she wasn’t sure she particularly liked it.

"Pardon? I think I misheard you, Raimundo," she said softly, keeping her voice low and as calm as possible. There was no anger or malice in it, it sounded serene enough. Perahsp ti was merely the calm before the storm, it was hard to tell with Megan.

The light of day is not what Megan Spicer wanted to see right now. While for once there was no one else in her bed with her, she’d consumed a copious amount of alcohol in a failed attempt to rid herself of any and all feelings both Raimundo and Shadow had managed to dredge up from the bottom of her cold, black haert.

Groaning when she felt his hands on her shoulders, she tugged the deep red blanket up and over her head — not much had  changed about the room that had once been her father’s all those years ago. The color scheme, the lighting; everything was exactly the same for the most part. The only thing different was the fact that she’d abandoned her girly, feminine bedroom for this one in hopes that she’d feel closer to her father one way or another.

"Cancel them," she grumbled from under the covers, knowing damn well that they couldn’t really cancel, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t try to give that particular order anyways. "Tell them something has come up."

         He actually smiled slightly at her grumble, this was starting to feel like the old times, good. “Already tried m’lady, they say they have pretty important matters to attend with you in the citadel, and he others wants it on the La viere hotel at 4, I already made the restaurant reservations, do you want me to reserve a room too?” It wasn’t unlikely for him to do that, only that it was usually Megan who requested it, and he would grunt in annoyance when she did.

He wasn’t a fan of the idea, after all no one liked to know their beloved ones were going to intercourse with someone else. But he also promised change, and change was coming. “Breakfast is ready, as well as your suit, I’ll be waiting outside until you are done.” He would always wait for her outside, so they could walk down and he could explain her what he was going to do on the day, he also waited for her to eat breakfast, no matter how long it took her to come out, or how early he would have woke up.

Once she came out he greeted her in a slightly less professional way. “Morning Megan, love what you did with the hair.” He said honestly, smiling gently before he turned around and started to walk ahead of her to the dining room, that was honestly something that didn’t qualify as out of normal so he gave not much importance to it.

“How did you sleep?”

"No. No reservations, thank you," came Megan’s muffled response from under the quilt. When she finally sat up, she stared at him with tired, still blurry blue eyes. This was the part of her job she hated the most; waking up at what she considered the ass crack of dawn to go meet with stuffy people who wanted nothing but to beg for forgiveness or go give her more land and territory.

Sighing as he left, she forced herself up and into her suit, doing her hair and makeup and drinking the tea that he’d left for her. She still felt like shit, but at least she knew how to school her expressions enough to hide it… between this and the imminent boredom that was bound to come out of these meetings,

Giving herself one last glance in the mirror, she grunted before turning to head outside, peering over at Rai as they continued down the hallway and he started up a random, innocent conversation. He was peppier today, and she was grateful for that. 

"Good morning, and thank you," she said genuinely. It had been a while since they’d actually had any sort of civil but professional contact, and she was more than happy that things were falling back into normalcy. "I didn’t. I drank far too much and slept way too little… and yourself, Rai?"

Wednesday, October 1, 2014
ventusdraconis asked:
"I'm in love with you." (u kow what verse this goes to, pretend it was sent the moring after)

ventusdraconis:

draco-principem:

draco-principem:

Megan stiffened at those words, her eyes snapping over to Raimundo’s. Surely this was some kind of a joke; he knew how she felt about these things. Sex was sex, emotions, stupid things like that had to be kept far away. Even still, the Heylin Lady could feel some sort of emotion stirring within her chest, something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time coming back to life, and she wasn’t sure she particularly liked it.

"Pardon? I think I misheard you, Raimundo," she said softly, keeping her voice low and as calm as possible. There was no anger or malice in it, it sounded serene enough. Perahsp ti was merely the calm before the storm, it was hard to tell with Megan.

"…Thank you," was all she had to say, flashing him the faintest of smiles, before turning to continue on her way and eventually round the corner. Once she was out of sight, she continued walking, but her shoulders slumped slightly and what little smile she had dropped again.

Feelings were such fickle, complicated things… which was why she liked to keep them out of her life as much as she could. Years ago, before everything happened, she would have welcomed them with open arms. But with power came sacrifice… then again, hadn’t Jack made his little relationship with the dweeby Chase work?

"…Ridiculous." she told herself, wiping that thought out of her mind. She was not her father, and she had better things to be thinking about than a future that couldn’t be.

         There wasn’t much to say afterwards, an so one he parted his ways, an unreadable expression on his face, one that turned out still hurt but at least not grieving, it was a step in the right direction. So was change and he had a good idea of some things to change, probably cut his hair or get a tattoo, who knew? He needed to think it but that could wait, one step at time.

He spent almost all the night working and the morning after he woke up to do his usual work, check the mail, gets the contracts and signs ready for her to check, he glanced at the clock and went to his second usual task, get her up and ready if she hadn’t done it herself, and by the look of some wine bottles that lay in the floor he imagined what had happened. Raimundo sighed.

He opened the curtains of her room so the light would enter and approached, gently moving her shoulders “M’lady, wake up.” He had left also some water and a tea to get rid of the hangover. “You have a meeting with two associates today, one in the morning and once at six.” And his voice didn’t held the slightest of bitterness it used to, he wasn’t happy with it, but he didn’t show it in the slightest that world have to gradually change.

The light of day is not what Megan Spicer wanted to see right now. While for once there was no one else in her bed with her, she’d consumed a copious amount of alcohol in a failed attempt to rid herself of any and all feelings both Raimundo and Shadow had managed to dredge up from the bottom of her cold, black haert.

Groaning when she felt his hands on her shoulders, she tugged the deep red blanket up and over her head — not much had  changed about the room that had once been her father’s all those years ago. The color scheme, the lighting; everything was exactly the same for the most part. The only thing different was the fact that she’d abandoned her girly, feminine bedroom for this one in hopes that she’d feel closer to her father one way or another.

"Cancel them," she grumbled from under the covers, knowing damn well that they couldn’t really cancel, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t try to give that particular order anyways. "Tell them something has come up."

Tuesday, September 30, 2014
bossthefrenchbulldog:

Autumn is here! =) #Bossthefrenchbulldog http://ift.tt/1rFdjVw
Tuesday, September 30, 2014
ventusdraconis asked:
"I'm in love with you." (u kow what verse this goes to, pretend it was sent the moring after)

ventusdraconis:

draco-principem:

draco-principem:

Megan stiffened at those words, her eyes snapping over to Raimundo’s. Surely this was some kind of a joke; he knew how she felt about these things. Sex was sex, emotions, stupid things like that had to be kept far away. Even still, the Heylin Lady could feel some sort of emotion stirring within her chest, something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time coming back to life, and she wasn’t sure she particularly liked it.

"Pardon? I think I misheard you, Raimundo," she said softly, keeping her voice low and as calm as possible. There was no anger or malice in it, it sounded serene enough. Perahsp ti was merely the calm before the storm, it was hard to tell with Megan.

"Oh, I’m never going to forget," she said slowly, softly. "I just wish you’d felt the same way a few years ago when I still possessed the ability to love. Maybe things would be different… but they aren’t." she said, dropping her hand from his face to turn away from him again.

"You are not an idiot. I apologize for what you witnessed last night, it was not professional of me, but I have my reasons for doing what I do, and I had reasoning for what I did with Shadow, too. But you’re right, hyou need time to sort things over, and now, so do I."

With that said, she took a few steps away from him, hands shoved deeply into her pockets. She paused, however, and turned to look at him over her shoulder. “If we’re done here, I’ll be taking my leave.”

         “Try to, is for the best.” He didn’t want any sort of pity, after all. He knew she would manage to forget, and he would too, and things would go back to normal, end of the story or so he hoped, he hoped for things to be okay again very hard, no matter the cost or circumstances to be honest.

“Don’t apologize.” He said politely. “We are not together, nor we were, you don’t need to give me explanations, you don’t have to do it in the future, don’t change, I know for a fact I won’t.” He reassured taking her hand on his and giving her a squeeze before letting it go as briefly as he took it.

“I think we are, still call me if you need anything, I’ll be working on the spell in my room.” He announced simply, regardless of whatever he was till her assistance, and if she found enough trust and forgiveness in herself to request his help again, he would be there, like he had been in the past 11 years.

"…Thank you," was all she had to say, flashing him the faintest of smiles, before turning to continue on her way and eventually round the corner. Once she was out of sight, she continued walking, but her shoulders slumped slightly and what little smile she had dropped again.

Feelings were such fickle, complicated things… which was why she liked to keep them out of her life as much as she could. Years ago, before everything happened, she would have welcomed them with open arms. But with power came sacrifice… then again, hadn’t Jack made his little relationship with the dweeby Chase work?

"…Ridiculous." she told herself, wiping that thought out of her mind. She was not her father, and she had better things to be thinking about than a future that couldn’t be.

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