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[does he fancy his word to be heavier, and more damaging, than gunfire?
the only outward change in the princess's face, as he leans in close, is the quality of her eyes—suddenly they grow hard and cool, as frigid as ice. could it be her breath? as she glares at him, offended, the tips of his bangs hanging in front of his face begin to freeze over. here it comes: a scolding.]
I did not give you permission to address me so familiarly! How obscene! What are you insinuating?
[does he fancy his word to be heavier, and more damaging, than gunfire?
the only outward change in the princess's face, as he leans in close, is the quality of her eyes—suddenly they grow hard and cool, as frigid as ice. could it be her breath? as she glares at him, offended, the tips of his bangs hanging in front of his face begin to freeze over. here it comes: a scolding.]
I did not give you permission to address me so familiarly! How obscene! What are you insinuating?
[ Yan Qing's instincts kick in and he leans back before Anastasia freezes his bangs off. If she wants him to back off, he's learning. ]
Gh! Tch, this is why royalty is so... It's just a question. If you asked me if I was looking for a good time, I'd be honest about that!
Gh! Tch, this is why royalty is so... It's just a question. If you asked me if I was looking for a good time, I'd be honest about that!
[so her ice had the desired effect.]
I am not looking for... "a good time"...
[look, she's not used to talking about this stuff.]
I am not looking for... "a good time"...
[look, she's not used to talking about this stuff.]
[what...]
Huh?
[she furrows her brow slightly, staring off to the side as she thinks with some effort. it's not an understatement to say she and her sisters were majorly sheltered. such is the case with incredibly religious russian orthodox families. but... but! they had good times!]
I've had plenty of times where I enjoyed myself.
Huh?
[she furrows her brow slightly, staring off to the side as she thinks with some effort. it's not an understatement to say she and her sisters were majorly sheltered. such is the case with incredibly religious russian orthodox families. but... but! they had good times!]
I've had plenty of times where I enjoyed myself.
I'll bet you do.
[stated as if it might as well be "duh", instead.]
[stated as if it might as well be "duh", instead.]
[no offense, yq, but you're as believable as rasputin, a guy who smelled like goats on the regular.]
Help you with what? I see no reason not to entertain requests if they're delivered politely.
Help you with what? I see no reason not to entertain requests if they're delivered politely.
Haha, do I have to kneel? Ah, no. I really need this, so I would deeply appreciate it if you'd assist, princess.
[He can be eloquent when he tries.]
You're new, so I guess you don't know yet. I have the Doppelganger inside me, see? Every time I use its power, I get the memories of whoever I turn into. And I've turned into a lot of people today. When that happens, I can barely remember myself...
[He can be eloquent when he tries.]
You're new, so I guess you don't know yet. I have the Doppelganger inside me, see? Every time I use its power, I get the memories of whoever I turn into. And I've turned into a lot of people today. When that happens, I can barely remember myself...
[i can barely remember myself...
even if it's bullshit, the admission visibly summons empathy from anastasia. a troubled look lingers in her eyes, and she seems a bit sad. it would hurt if she couldn't recall the memories of her family. it had felt like she was on the brink of losing herself, several times, throughout her months of captivity.
and what person alive knows, now, what she really experienced?
memories are tender, special things.]
You need— [ah.]
even if it's bullshit, the admission visibly summons empathy from anastasia. a troubled look lingers in her eyes, and she seems a bit sad. it would hurt if she couldn't recall the memories of her family. it had felt like she was on the brink of losing herself, several times, throughout her months of captivity.
and what person alive knows, now, what she really experienced?
memories are tender, special things.]
You need— [ah.]
I need to get it back. I need to remember.
[And he sees he's struck a chord. Now what he says is true, but things are so convenient once he gets some sympathy. It makes him feel a little more special. Ha. Special. Sympathy, pity—he never gets more than that.
So he'll never give more than that.]
But the only time I can get it back, [he sighs as he leans closer.] is when I use my body. And I don't think I can ask you for a good fistfight, princess.
[And he sees he's struck a chord. Now what he says is true, but things are so convenient once he gets some sympathy. It makes him feel a little more special. Ha. Special. Sympathy, pity—he never gets more than that.
So he'll never give more than that.]
But the only time I can get it back, [he sighs as he leans closer.] is when I use my body. And I don't think I can ask you for a good fistfight, princess.
[she understands what he's asking for.
she turns her head away as he leans in even closer, so that his breath brushes mostly over her ear, her neck, and anastasia appears to occupy herself with gazing out at the rest of the club. truthfully, she sees nothing at all.
he's not wrong. although her spells could thrash any assassin, that doesn't exactly help him use his body. is she... just going to agree to it, though? shouldn't there be more debate than this? she's an imperial princess. she has never known a man.
her (admittedly well-intentioned) desire to assist an ally wins out over her long defeated need to preserve her chastity. she's given up on everything; why is this any different?
he could just be using her, but then, there's the same answer: it doesn't matter.
perhaps they have one more thing in common.
she moves to thread a hand with his, if he'll allow it, and lightly presses her body against his chest as she almost nuzzles into the crook of his neck with the intimacy.]
she turns her head away as he leans in even closer, so that his breath brushes mostly over her ear, her neck, and anastasia appears to occupy herself with gazing out at the rest of the club. truthfully, she sees nothing at all.
he's not wrong. although her spells could thrash any assassin, that doesn't exactly help him use his body. is she... just going to agree to it, though? shouldn't there be more debate than this? she's an imperial princess. she has never known a man.
her (admittedly well-intentioned) desire to assist an ally wins out over her long defeated need to preserve her chastity. she's given up on everything; why is this any different?
he could just be using her, but then, there's the same answer: it doesn't matter.
perhaps they have one more thing in common.
she moves to thread a hand with his, if he'll allow it, and lightly presses her body against his chest as she almost nuzzles into the crook of his neck with the intimacy.]
[ He doesn't expect her to say yes. He is only ever as good as the stars when they shine their brightest in the sky. This is not his brightest yet when she touches his hand, he doesn't hate himself enough to reject her; only enough to resign himself to what he has to do. But this is for him — as far as he's concerned he isn't denying himself anything, so maybe hate isn't the right word.
(She leans in and she can hear his heart beating faster than hers. He'd never admit to making a sound so foolish.)
Don't accept him so easily. ]
Relax. I know how to make it good for you.
[ His lips brush against her ear as his words do and slowly, he begins. It starts with the squeeze of her hand, a kiss on her neck—
Hot kisses that bloom red on her bare skin. ]
(She leans in and she can hear his heart beating faster than hers. He'd never admit to making a sound so foolish.)
Don't accept him so easily. ]
Relax. I know how to make it good for you.
[ His lips brush against her ear as his words do and slowly, he begins. It starts with the squeeze of her hand, a kiss on her neck—
Hot kisses that bloom red on her bare skin. ]
[it's an alarmingly intimate, yet careful and delicate process. no one has ever kissed her like this, either, with lips teasing the edge of her ear and pressing against the soft skin of her neck—leaving a warmth in their wake reminding her a little of the heat of a roaring fire. it occurs to her that assassin must be seeking to reassure her.]
I hope you won't go further out here...
[she has the elegance of a tsaritsa, somehow, even when she's allowing him to taste her.
her meaning should be clear: take her to a private place, at least, if he's going to sleep with her.]
I hope you won't go further out here...
[she has the elegance of a tsaritsa, somehow, even when she's allowing him to taste her.
her meaning should be clear: take her to a private place, at least, if he's going to sleep with her.]
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yeah i know i was just being cute lol
[ ... He is surprised that she was able to recognize him so quickly, though. Chinese classics aren't as popular around the world as the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. ]
but why should i name myself?
you haven't even named the novel i'm from, sen
[ Yeah. He remembered. ]
yeah i know i was just being cute lol
[ ... He is surprised that she was able to recognize him so quickly, though. Chinese classics aren't as popular around the world as the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. ]
but why should i name myself?
you haven't even named the novel i'm from, sen
[ Yeah. He remembered. ]
[Heh, guess all those years of being made to study popular Asian literature has come in handy. Her memory of the classics needs some refreshing, for example, she wouldn't be able to name his character immediately like she would from someone in Journey to the West.]
Really? I thought you were cuter with your children.
Song Dynasty. You're from Water Margin.
[But she could put two and two together.]
Really? I thought you were cuter with your children.
Song Dynasty. You're from Water Margin.
[But she could put two and two together.]
[ That makes two humans who know. Or is she human? She seemed to hold that panda cub with relative ease, but he figured she was just strong enough. ]
10 points for gryffindor!
oh wrong book
lol
i gotta say
i didn't think you'd be into wuxia
10 points for gryffindor!
oh wrong book
lol
i gotta say
i didn't think you'd be into wuxia
Edited 2018-11-09 13:39 (UTC)
No, nothing like that! I just deal with ghosts often, so I was curious.
I don't know if I'd say great, but I always give my best in everything I do.
Really? Even servants like you have a favorite character? I wouldn't have guessed!
Are they anything like the handsome men Okasabe-hime is always asking me to draw sleeping together?
Really? Even servants like you have a favorite character? I wouldn't have guessed!
Are they anything like the handsome men Okasabe-hime is always asking me to draw sleeping together?
It's always handsome men in erotic situations, like "kabedon" and talk of seme and uke. She said it's the pinnacle of modern art, though I'm not sure I'm inclined to exactly believe her.
[ Are yaoi doujins NOT the pinnacle of modern art?? This photo though... ]
Isn't this a photograph of yourself, Assassin?
[ Are yaoi doujins NOT the pinnacle of modern art?? This photo though... ]
Isn't this a photograph of yourself, Assassin?
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