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bakerstreet2016-07-07 08:34 pm
moosejuice) wrote in bakerstreet2016-07-07 08:34 pm
Companion to Royalty
There's one truth you must know of royalty: though power may lay in their hands, the crown is a cage. Whether you've always been noble, came into this position recently by complete surprise, or a simple person caught in the fray, you're realizing that leaders actually lead very little - even down to choosing who they spend their most intimate moments with. From eternal bonds of matrimonies to the distractions provided by courtesans, the people behind the throne make the rules. They cannot risk losing control of their most elevated and strategically placed pawn with a match gone wrong, which could create a domino effect and doom possibly thousands.
So, what part do you play in this game?
- Lifetime Royal: This is what you've been raised to do.
- Sudden Royal: You just learned of your position, which has been secret from you your entire life, or you unexpectedly inherited the job.
- Spouse: You're to be married to nobility.
- Concubine or Courtesan: For the royal, you're to be a sexual diversion.
- Unaffiliated: You're either a lower-ranking noble or a peasant, but you're free from all the machinations of the shadowy cabal...for now.
How willing are you?
- Completely Willing: Either you love the person you know you'll be matched with, or you're excited about the possibilities.
- Wary: There's no choice in the matter for you, so you may as well approach this situation cautiously.
- Unwilling: You didn't want to be matched up with someone. At all. Ever.
What path will you follow, once you're set upon it (there is, after all, little choice for the chosen ones)?
- Prepared for This: Either you're a royal and have been one since birth, or you knew you'd marry or sexually entertain one.
- Make Up for Lost Time: This life wasn't the one you lived until now, but times change. You're important or will be a companion to a very important person, like it or not.
- A Sacrificial Token: Somewhere along the line, your people royally pissed off someone in a key position. So, in an attempt to smooth out relations, you've been given away as a gift to the highest power, either as a spouse for a political alliance or as a concubine or courtesan.
- Pomp and Circumstance: All proper, this arrangement. You're to be married, as you've been promised to each other by your respective families. Consummation on the wedding night is key. Perhaps it's encouraged that the two of you act as if this is really a love match, to add insult to injury.
- Genuine Love: Speaking of love matches, congratulations! You're one of the incredible few who gets to marry for love, so your lovemaking should be all the more enthused.
- Only a Plaything: Heavy is the head who wears the crown, so you're expected to take on some side entertainment even if that's not your preference. Or you could be the courtesan...such a pretty, perfumed word for what the role really is...
- Volunteered: You wanted this position, either of spouse or concubine. Your reasons are your own.
- Cruel: You're powerful. You can do what you want to this person, a mere ant in comparison to you.
- Forbidden: Even the most powerful can't have everything they want, such as someone who's promised to or with another; taking them for your own would create strife and destroy alliances, even to the point of tempting war.
- Work Your Way Up: There's always a right tool for the job and you find no shame in using your own special tools to better your life.
- Give Me an Heir: Whether you're legitimate or a concubine used as a surrogate, you must help in continuing the royal line.
- Mutual Benefit: Both of you are comfortable with this arrangement because you're either compatible or it takes the pressure off of you otherwise.
- Want to be More: Though you've been relegated to courtesan, you want to be there one and only spouse...no matter if that role is already filled or not.
- Growing Affection: It may have started as all puppet strings and power plays, but now, you lo- care for them.
- Loved Before: Before you became so important and powerful, before you became the focus of all the world, it seems, they were there with you. They were with you then, and you want them to be with you now. They ground you and they care about you for you.
- Because You're Normal: They're outside of all the court's nonsense, and that's appealing to you. It's like a breath of fresh air.
- WILDCARD
How to Play
- Comment with your character, preference, preferred role, and any other information.
- Reply to others.
- RNG or choose your options.
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With the fingers tickling his sides he offered a hnnh, half a groan and half a laugh.
"Yet you choose to tease me," he grinned, bringing one hand up to Laurent's face so that he might catch the man's cheek. Run his thumb underneath Laurent's eye. His other arm slid down to wrap around Laurent's lower back again.
Given the chance, he learned in to press their lips together, stealing the kiss he wanted. It was not chaste; his lips were parted just so, and the tip of his tongue traced along the shape of Laurent's upper lip.
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Yearning for more, Laurent's hands roamed over Gansey's back, exploring his warm skin and the muscles beneath. When the kiss broke, briefly, he made a tiny sound of disappointment, immediately claiming Gansey's lips again, and then again.
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Heated and slow. He was just as starving, hours be damned. Rolling his tongue, he explored Laurent's mouth, teased the other man's tongue, fully tasted him and relished every second of it. The hand on Laurent's back clenched into a fist, bunching up the fabric of his shirt as he kissed Laurent thoroughly. He deserved only the best, most passionate of kisses. And it was selfish, too—all encompassing, he selfishly wanted to touch every part of Laurent that he could. Leave his mark, his touch, and make Laurent remember it.
When the kiss finally broke again Gansey's chest was rising and falling, heart a little bird racketing about his ribcage, throat flush. He paused, swallowing a little bit before biting down on his own lower lip, dragging his front teeth down and back.
"You make me feel like no one else ever has," he admitted lowly, leaning in so he could brush his lips against Laurent's ear as he spoke.
"I'm a fool in love." And he was not too proud to admit it.
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Turning his head so he could see Gansey's face, Laurent smiled, letting Gansey see the adoration in his eyes. He felt the same, though he couldn't yet manage to put it into words. Gansey was like sunlight to him, and within a day of being with him, Laurent's layers of ice had all melted away. The word love hovered in his mind, but he didn't yet dare entrust any weight to it. It didn't yet seem as though it could be real. Gansey was like something from a dream, and Laurent still felt terrified that he might wake up.
He kissed the tip of Gansey's nose, then trailed soft kisses along Gansey's cheek, unable to resist constant shows of affection for his beloved. "May I stay the night? I don't want to be parted from you."
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They just needed to make sure his parents didn't find out. That would simply be a headache, listening to the lectures about tradition and acting properly. Easily done; it wasn't as though his parents visited him in his room, and he doubted Laurent would be bothered in his quarters either.
"I would be honored if you stayed with me. Shall we retire to the bed then?" While he wasn't tired, it would be more comfortable for them to lay out or cuddle up, whatever ended up happening. He hooked one of his hands in Laurent's and gave him a playful tug as he stepped closer to the bed, so that he might pull Laurent onto his lap once he dropped down onto it.
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Laurent's eyes never left Gansey's face as they moved to the bed. He slid easily into Gansey's lap, straddling him and gazing, entranced, into Gansey's eyes.
Stealing a brief kiss, Laurent took Gansey's hand and led it to the laces at his throat, offering permission to unwind them. He was wearing a tunic over his fine linen shirt, and it would be uncomfortable to sleep in all of his clothing. Besides which, it felt unfair that he had access to all of Gansey's skin, but offered no access of his own.
This didn't stop him from immediately proceeding to distract Gansey by trailing kisses down his neck and shoulder. His hands roamed teasingly over Gansey's chest, pausing to roll his fingertip playfully, tentatively, over one of Gansey's nipples.
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It took a great deal of concentration and restraint to begin plucking the lacing with any sort of sense. When it felt the collar loosen under his fingers Gansey gently peeled it back, tracing the pads of his fingers delicately against the slope of Laurent's neck. So very warm, so very alive, and so very here.
"I've never had such a hard time undoing laces before," he chuckled before leaning in to press a kiss against Laurent's throat, just below his adam's apple. He sought to relieve him of that tunic; it would not be comfortable to sleep in, no, though admittedly that was not where Gansey's thoughts were. Not with a mouth so luxurious peppering his flesh and hands wandering his chest.
He slid a hand underneath the tunic and pushed up, eager to relieve them both of it.
"Is that your aim? To make me forget myself? Because it's working."
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"Not specifically," Laurent said, laughing. He helped wiggle out of the tunic, pushing it aside. The shirt beneath was just as convoluted--there were laces up both sleeves to the elbow, and more laces at the throat that had to be undone. This time, Laurent cooperated a little better, offering each wrist at a time and waiting for Gansey to finish before stealing another kiss or a quick bite to his throat. "But how can I resist teasing you? Or, more, how can I possibly keep my hands off of you for more than a moment at a time?"
As soon as his shirt was off, revealing pale, milk-white skin and a slender torso, lightly muscled with slim, athletic muscles that spoke of skill with a sword--but of little else, when it came to physical achievements. His pink nipples were bright against his pale skin, but Laurent hardly gave Gansey a moment to admire before he pushed Gansey down on his back, resting his arms on his beloved's chest as he explored his chest with roaming lips and fingers, mapping out his ribs and leaving a scattering of bite marks over his pectorals.
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"Then I suppose it's a good thing that I rather like your hands on me," he said when he pulled that last tie open to remove the shirt altogether.
Before he could finish that sentence he was enchanted by the smooth paleness of Laurent's chest. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen skin so delicate and crisp before. Like fresh parchment; white and smooth yet with a distinct texture, aching for lettering or inkblots. Though, in this case, it would be blossoming red and not the stark contrast of black.
The urge to bite one of those pink nipples was almost instant but before he could realize it, his back was hitting the sheets.
"Oomph."
That quickly melded into a sigh as he pushed his hand through Laurent's hair again, nails raking scalp. It tickled, the feeling of lips and teeth along his ribs, and he couldn't help but to laugh, squirming, before cutting each laugh with a dragged sigh. Pulling his legs up, Gansey pressed them against Laurent, giving a playful squeeze.
"I—haha...nn... I'm a bit sensitive around there."
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