daughter of mirkwood

She had take lessons from Varile to remember her etiquette for kingdom life, though it was a lot of frustrated huffs and break downs when she couldn’t do something right. Sometimes there was begs to be punished for doing something wrong. ( it was hard  to break out of that habit. ) She just learned to push though and just run back to her room that didn’t change.

It was this day where it was just a rough day in her lessons and she had tears in her  eyes as she just ran out of the room. She wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings  as she ran though the kingdom to just sit outside near the river when she bumped into a solid body. She gasped when she bumped herself on the ground.

                                  ‘ I’m so sorry! ‘

@princebow

The spot behind the large fallen tree hid the two well as the sound of hoof beats through the dirt could be heard. He was worried that if their once captors got frustrated enough then they’d release hounds to track the scents. He doubted they could be able to truly escape in that case.

Holding Evon close to his body, Angrist could feel his feet slipping slowly in the mud. “They’ll pass soon - then we can run,” he whispered. Thunder rumbled in the sky as dark clouds gathered bringing hope that a rainstorm would come quickly to mask their scents and aid in their escape.

She grabbed two handfuls of his shirt, keeping herself up while they both slide around in the mud. She kept her hood of her cloak up to hide her bright gingery locks. She didn’t expect them to get his fair from the camp this time. For once they had managed to get a good while away from the  camp until they knew they were now being followed.  She burries her head into his chest as the hooves got closer to the pair.

The look on Hansel’s face seemed to soften just a little bit, almost like he didn’t want to be doing this to her. “Why would I harm my pet with something like this?“ He motioned to the knife before changing it’s position in his hand and bringing it to the collar of his shirt. "This kind of torture would be too obvious on the outside. It’s not as fun these days. Back as a morgul - heh,” he chuckled, entertainment in his voice now, “everything was better back then.” He pulled the knife down, a tearing sound filling the room as it made quick work of her thin shirt. “Now, this is starting to look familiar.”

‘ No, no, no! ‘

She doesn’t care about the pain in her scalp as she pulls from him, her free hands grabs at him, digging her claws into skin. Not this time, she refused to even let it get beyond just the cutting of her shirt. She’s struggling to get out of this grasp of his, even if it meant losing hair to the cause. practically in a whine, she pleads with him.

One hand held her wrist tightly while the other reached around and grabbed a handful of her hair, tipped her head back just slightly. He originally had come to her for mere teasing, poking at her fears from the memories, just to piss off Valarie, however, something dark inside of him had seemed to awaken - and it craved her. His hand released her wrist and moved to his pocket, pulling out a small knife. “You don’t give me orders, little dove. Last I checked, you were a pet - a plaything, and you will do as your told.”

' You won’t hurt me with that. You know that I know everyone will know that   you did it. ‘

She head tilted back as he had her hair in his grasp. She doesn’t like this and hell, she could almost cry if she even had the chance. Though, tears wouldn’t fall in his presence  not this time. She finally realizes that her wrist is now free and now starts to think of a plan to get her hair free. She refused to be his plaything in this world and this time, she wasn’t  going to break.

“Someone else? You obviously still have feelings for me and yet you want to go off with someone else?“ Just that was almost enough to set off the corruption he was fighting. He may have dumped her when they were in high school but that’s when he was young and didn’t know what he wanted. Now - he was definitely sure that he wanted Evon to be only his. The corruption refused to let him lose this fight and he would take what belonged to him by force if he had to. "I swear…Don’t do this to me, Evon,” he growled through his teeth. “You can’t do this to me.”

‘ What was I suppose to wait for you to make your mind up? If I remember   correctly you dumped me the day before senior prom, you fucked me over   four years of high school of dating, now you want me? I thought you had   Kali? ‘

She’s beyond furious. She remind loyal to him though out high school and then the break up was just the closing of their relationship. She didn’t want to open that big chapter of her life anymore, she wanted to start the new chapter with someone  she had lusted after for a while now. 

Before she could pull her hands away, he turned his wrists and grabbed her [rather forcefully.] “And why’s that?” His voice was rising at that moment but he was trying to keep it quiet enough so no one on that floor would hear then. “Why am I the one who has to suffer because I can actually move on from this? You and Valarie are the fucking same. Lingering so hard on things that didn’t even happen to you. First that fucking bitch attacks me in the lobby because of what Hanhar did and now you won’t even look me in the godamn eyes.“

‘ I’m not even talking goddamn past lives! I don’t want to get close to you in general,   Hansel! ----You and her fought? Oh so I’m guessing that cut on your face isn’t from   you and your brother? ‘

She’s beyond furious, besides him knowing she disliked being manhandled but the  fact that he just insulted her cousin, her blood. She brings dark blue irises to look in into his eyes. She was so over this whole night and was so close to just lose it. She can differentiate between these memories, yes sometimes it was hard, but hell, who could blame anyone?

' I just don’t want to be close to you. It’s hard enough without the want to smooch you,   but I’m trying to start a relationship with someone else, just leave me be. ‘