Cara (
wrongkindofsith) wrote2011-03-20 11:18 pm
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Room 418, Sunday Morning
Flanked by her sisters, she strode through the halls of the temple, her braid a familiar (too heavy, too tight) weight behind her head, her leathers (constricting) pristine, her chin raised (her skin crawled) with pride (disgust) as Lord Rahl told her about her gift "...untouched, I know you don't like others playing with your possessions."
She hesitated before taking the agiel Dahlia offered, instead watching the figure who hung in the middle of the chamber, chained and near-naked. The sickly green instead of warm and familiar reds bathing the walls lent everything an air of wrongness.
"If you don't one of us will." Denna, voice low, smoky, and covetous. "We're all eager to play with him."
Angered (afraid) she wrapped her hand around the handle of the agiel and struck...
...unchained, he knelt by her feet, staring up at her in blank adoration as she absently ran white-gloved fingers through his hair. "Good boy, Clark."
Cara wasn't really the type to bolt upright when waking after a bad dream. Of course, she didn't usually bodily launch herself off the bed while still half-asleep to land in an ungainly tangle of limbs after not bolting upright either, but somehow she managed that today.
[ooc: for that one guy]
She hesitated before taking the agiel Dahlia offered, instead watching the figure who hung in the middle of the chamber, chained and near-naked. The sickly green instead of warm and familiar reds bathing the walls lent everything an air of wrongness.
"If you don't one of us will." Denna, voice low, smoky, and covetous. "We're all eager to play with him."
Angered (afraid) she wrapped her hand around the handle of the agiel and struck...
...unchained, he knelt by her feet, staring up at her in blank adoration as she absently ran white-gloved fingers through his hair. "Good boy, Clark."
Cara wasn't really the type to bolt upright when waking after a bad dream. Of course, she didn't usually bodily launch herself off the bed while still half-asleep to land in an ungainly tangle of limbs after not bolting upright either, but somehow she managed that today.
[ooc: for that one guy]
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Clark jolted suddenly with the motion, gasping in his half-asleep state. "I'm awake, mom!" His eyes opened at the same time his hands closed around the form sharing the bed with him. Right, not his mom. Much hotter, much more....freaked out. "Cara?"
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Good luck with that.
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Knowing that eventually she would hurt herself trying to hurt him, Clark did his best to back off and get out of her way when all he really wanted was to hold her. "Cara!" he shouted, hoping like hell she would wake up and quit this attack.
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"I'm fine," she managed. The clammy skin, tense muscles, and rapid breathing? All indicators she was perfectly fine. "Go back to sleep."
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Her attempt at an inviting smile probably would've worked better if she'd been able to force her body to relax too. "You can check if you'd like." It'd provide as good a distraction as any, and not just for him.
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That was probably not going to overly reassure him.
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"They're only dreams."
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"I'm not supposed to." You'd swear she was admitting to kicking puppies in her spare time or something.
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At least not beyond wanting to cause severe pain to anyone who got wandering hands where he was concerned.
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Though if he was amenable to being tied up on occasion she was hardly going to say no to that.
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