You're a pop star, or a royal, or maybe even the last of your kind who will bring about the Earth's redemption. Whatever the case may be, you're in a position that may be a bit dicey if you attract the wrong kind of attention.
And you're a bodyguard, a soldier, a knight - a protector. Somehow, you've been roped into protecting this person. You'll be rewarded, of course. The work may be cut out for you, but just do your job, keep your head down, and it'll go smooth.
Except for when the two of you break the bounds of professionalism and feelings begin to flourish. Being in such close quarters may get you to see the other in a different light, and saving someone's life just may be the ultimate form of intimacy.
Could this be the real danger? To feel so strongly for the one you've sworn to protect...are you compromised?
How to Play 1. Comment with your character and preferences, being sure to put if you want to play the guard, the guarded, or either. Also, you may want to put if you prefer fluffy, angsty, or smutty interaction - or have no preference. 2. Comment to others. 3. There are no prompts, because there are so many potential options there could be a hundred. Feel free to play anything: the beginnings of the relationship, just meeting, getting used to each other/not getting along at first, the obligatory first time, a threat on the protected's life and how their protector responds, how the feelings between the two has changed the protection, etc. Your only limit is you. |
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SO many feels for the special!
He made some rounds visiting others before stopping at one woman's tent tasting a stew she had made when River returned with what would be best called an entourage.
"Oh! Brilliant!" He quickly ushered them back into his tent where he began going over his plan. "The oldest boys and some of the young men, we need them to lead the horses out this way..." He showed on a map, and explained the rest quickly in hopes no questions would be asked.
OMG I KNOW THOSE FEELS
It took her some time to round up all of those in advising positions to the king. Outside of the current politics, most of them had their own families to worry about, so it took some serious prodding (and glaring) on River's part to tear them away from domestic concerns. "The King requests your presence for an important plan, you'd do him a great dishonor if you delay any further."
Finally she gathered them all, and made a beeline for the Doctor, letting him lead the discussion that occurred in his tent.
One advisor spoke up, about to pose a query. River quickly interjected. "I've read some holy runes for the King which say this is the path we should take. If you care to challenge the sacred language, feel free to go through me." The don't-you-dare fire in her eyes seemed to keep the others at bay.
"So we're all good, then?"
So DW decided to just now give me this notif.
"And the rest of us will go this route. The attacks will happen from this direction," Again he circles his fingers, "The runes, what Adviser Song spoke of, predict this to be the best way out." He stands up to his full height, looking at the people around him all closely studying the map.
It seemed that their talk had gone over well, thankfully by the nods and hurried whispers.
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"Well done, your majesty," she said. "I think they're pleased to finally see you taking some action. There's a definite morale boost already."
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"C'mon, we need to lead the rest now." The Doctor gave River's shoulder a squeeze before turning and tracking down some of the party he would be leading, "We must leave before noon fall. ALLONS-Y!"
Forgetting that his favorite phrase wasn't anywhere on this world, he found himself explaining and 'translating' for a few people as they made their way. Apparently the strange sounding phrase really caused a fuss. Who knew?
Through the woods, the parties split up. The Doctor was with River and lead the women and children. The men made up the read, always staying vigilant, and the older boys/young men took the horses leading else where.
He had convinced a small group of men to follow his instructions and they parted ways to scout and decoy. Really, the Doctor hoped this plan worked.