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Post by Mia Fallabella on Apr 21, 2011 12:38:11 GMT -5
He didn’t lunge at her as Mia had expected he would…he actually seemed…pleased? Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him, her gaze faltering only when he mentioned the weapon that he had dropped….the one that was within feet of both of them. Her lips tightened into a thin line as she contemplated his question…fully knowing that he was baiting her. Could she kill someone to save her own life?…No…she didn’t think so. Not even a man as vile as this one. “No….” She said slowly, her icy eyes slowly moving back up to the face of her attacker. “….I don’t kill.” It was that simple….if she killed him it would tare her apart inside until she was but an empty shell of her former self. She moved forward ever so slightly, using her bare toes she nudged the weapon towards him. “But I’m sure you do…so you need this more than I do.” She was fighting to keep her voice strong and felt that she did a pretty good job of it.
”….you have nothing better to do than pick on unsuspecting girls?…your fate is not mine to determine, but I am sure you will get what’s coming to you.”
Finally having staunched the flow of blood at her neck Mia removed her hand and crossed her arms across her chest.
((gah…..so short..sorry!))
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Apr 9, 2011 17:09:45 GMT -5
As She waited Mia idly counted the small birds in the sky, desperately trying to get to their safe havens before the nights predators came out to play. And suddenly Brynn was only feet away from her, so surprised was she that Mia jerked when Brynn’s hushes whispers reached her ears. Her next question however brought a smile to Mia’s lips. She had forgotten her new friends inhibitions. Mia would often swim stark naked in lakes, play in meadows with little more than a bit of cloth covering her womanly body. But this girl was not raised as Mia was, and it was strangely fun to get to know someone so different. Mia looked around for a moment, checking to see that no roving eyes were on them before she plopped down on the earth beside Brynn with a movement that was so feline like that not a sound was made. She grasp the other girls hand with her own nimble fingers and began trying to pull her towards her ‘home’.
Realizing that she had forgotten the costume she let go of Brynn and ran back, throwing everything under one thin arm she quickly linked the other with Brynn. “We must hurry!” She said softly. Once her caravan was in sight Mia peeked inside, seeing no one she gestured for Brynn to enter. “Here you are Brynn, when you are finished dressing I will paint you.” She smiled but it fell as a thought occurred to her. “Oh…..maybe we cant paint you since no one can know about this….our paint is made from plants that we find so it’s hard to wash off and will usually stain your skin for a couple days……” Mia waited for a few moments, giving her friend time to respond. Suddenly the little gypsy seemed to perk up. “No worries, I will just weave some flowers in your hair and no one will notice your not painted, you will be stunning Brynn!” She smiled, whirling about to at once find some flowers that would suffice. With Byrnn’s pale skin and hair she would definitely need something that would really pop. Kneeling down to better see in the fading light Mia was able to pluck some tiny purple flowers, thinking to herself how much they would stand out in her friends corn silk hair. She wasn’t far from where Brynn was dressing, every so often she would cast her gaze over her shoulder to see if she had emerged yet.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Apr 8, 2011 12:25:53 GMT -5
It seemed there was no way out of this. As the tip of the danger pressed against her throat she raised her head slightly to levitate the pressure…her icy eyes were met by his own dark pools. So there it was…the truth all laid out. He was not going to give her his name…but he planned on taking advantage of her. Mia was silent for several moments. A warm breeze ruffled her curly locks and dried the tear streaks on her pale face. She closed her eyes, just to escape his damn gaze. Swallowing she was able to feel the tip of his blade shift. Damn…..she was screwed. Mia tried to think of a way to escape….something she could say that would make this dark knight pause…..But nothing came. It seemed he was not only gifted with a black heart but a silver tongue and no matter what she said a calm rebuff always came sailing back to her.
Mia was by no means trained in the art of fighting of any kind…..but she was desperate. And desperation will fuel ones mind with surprising solutions. She pursed her lips together a moment as if fighting off another wave of tears before she acted. All at once the little gypsy threw herself backwards onto the ground, lifted her chin high as she did so to try and avoid the sharp blade. Seeing as how she was kneeling when she fell backwards her knees shot up precisely where her neck had been….where his tan hand was holding the blade. She hadn’t any intentions of knocking the blade from his strong grasp, but she could only hope her desperate move would do just that. She lay on her back for only a sliver of a second, her icy eyes chancing a look at his face before she rolled onto her stomach. Thin fingers clawed at the earth in her desperation, her bare feet trying to get traction. She fell once, twice, before finally she managed to scramble to her feet. She quickly turned to face her aggressor, arms held out at her sides as if she could defend herself.
Then she felt it….a tickle down the front of her neck. She didn’t react at first…assuming it to be a bug she had picked up…or god forbid a spider. But as the tickling feeling continued on down her neck until it ran over her collar bone she finally lifted a hand to quickly swipe it away….But what she found was no bug. Mia stood there for what seemed like an eternity, staring at her own blood on her palm with wide icy eyes. Frantically she searched for the wound, only to find a small little slit that she had undoubtedly caused when she rolled away from him…..She must have leaned forward a bit to prepare….so caught up was she that Mia didn’t even notice the sharp blade as it entered her tender flesh. It was not a bad wound….just once in such a spot that blood could easily flow. She pressed her palm hard against her neck, curling her fingers in her hair to keep her hand sealed against the wound. Icy eyes shifted to see the all but forgotten perpetrator.
“You underestimate me.”
She said boldly, lifting her chin a bit with pride until she felt the sting where she had stretched the small wound.
“….and I have overestimated you.”
It was a bold thing to say, but what was there left for her to do? No more pleading to his humanity….no more hoping that her father would come along. No…now it was time for Mia to take care of Mia.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 29, 2011 11:48:58 GMT -5
She was correct in thinking this crude man wouldn’t offer his assistance….even more shocking was the cool metal that tingled as it pressed against the vulnerable flesh of her throat. Her breathing was all but gasps now, with her wrists finally free she curled her long fingers around her pale throat…..Would he kill her now? His question was unexpected and startled Mia to a degree that she looked up at him with fear in her eyes. So her options were to either succumb to his amorous advances or have a knife slide through her neck? She sucked on her bottom lip as her mind spiraled…would she die to save something she had been told was so valuable? Was it more so than her life? She knew many women…well practically all the women she knew had not saved themselves for the men they eventually decided to stay with…But Mia was not any woman….to her this was something special….as had been her first kiss and that he had already tarnished. She swallowed hard, feeling her lungs open like the wings of a butterfly to allow her to breath…..or more accurately to answer him.
“I…..I….”
She stuttered, casting her gaze from the handsome face of the dark knight down to the earth she kneeled in…..Would she let him take advantage of her to live another day? To dance another knight? To hear the clapping of the crowd and feel the warm caress of the flames tongue that she imagined felt like the gentle caress of a lover.
“….no”
She whispered at last though the word tasted sour on her tongue. Hesitantly she cast her icy gaze up his muscled form, letting it rest at last on his face. Her naivety from before was like a slap in the face…..saying he must have good inside him…for she had evil. She had played with fire….and now she was about to get burned.
“….but would you take it?…..”
Her words were barely above a whisper and she wondered how he would comprehend her question…..Would he take it as her asking if he would take advantage of her? Or if he would kill her? Either way her question was still relevant….even if he did dodge this one like he had all her other questions. Speaking of which….
“…..you still haven’t told me your name….”
She said softly. “…if you are to kill me or take advantage of me you could at least give me that much….”
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 26, 2011 16:43:13 GMT -5
Her thoughts were still spiraling from the unexpected kiss when she felt him resist her escape. Her swollen lip turned downwards into a frown as his fingers bit deeper into her soft flesh. She had let herself believe this man was not horrid…..Hell he had even stolen her first kiss, and now this man she had thought to just be hard shelled was turning out to be cold throughout. Wide eyes quivered as she stared at him, wondering what his next move was going to be…..And she didn’t have long to wait. Her swollen lips parted, jaw dropped when he mentioned her removing her clothing….No…this was no longer a dream, she wasn’t saving this man from himself….This was a nightmare and she was nothing more than a plaything, no matter how much she wanted it to be otherwise. She took in a shaky breath feeling it catch in her throat before whistling down to her lungs…..She tried to take another breath, not once removing her fearful eyes from his handsome face….But this time it didn’t go as planned. Her throat seemed to constrict, air weeding its way to her desperate lungs with an audible wheeze.
While only moments before she had been concerned for her virtue she was now desperate to simply breath. Her wrist went limp in his powerful hand as she grasp at her throat with her free hand….what was this? Was she dieing? Had he done this to her with his kiss? Tears poured from her blue eyes as she inclined her head towards his chest, long curls dancing in the wind as her forehead rested against his breastplate. The world seemed to spin, the edges of her vision turning black. Desperately she clung to the dark knight, her thin fingers trying to dig into his arms to keep her steady…keep her vertical.
She tried to form the word HELP on her tongue but knew even if she did manage to speak that she was unlikely to receive any help from this man….He might even take advantage of her in her weakened state. Rose petal colored lips parted wide as she tried to gather as much oxygen as she could into her lungs which by now felt like they were on fire. Each whistling breath weakened her more until the scantily clad gypsy fell to her knees, tears spilling down her stained face, her single wrist still captured.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 26, 2011 6:20:34 GMT -5
Mia watched closely as he bound her wrist, pursing her lips together to smother the yelp that tried to writhe its way out. When he finished she curled her arm against her chest, looking at the makeshift bandage as if it were some sort of medal of honor. Icy eyes lifted to the man’s handsome face when he said to call him Gwaine…… just Gwaine……surely knights were awarded more respect than this. But Mia wasn’t one to argue so she quickly nodded her head causing chocolate hued waves to spill over her shoulders. His apology came next and nervously Mia glanced at her bare feet, wanting to avert her gaze from his own. It wasn’t uncommon for her people to come back from vendors stalls with a sour taste in their mouth, words about the kings men spilling from them like venom. But Mia wasn’t one to gossip….she usually didn’t speak that much period. However his kind words couldn’t change the impression in her mind, the fear that had already seeded itself. Fueled by the stories of her family and how they had suffered their own injustices. But again Mia nodded though it was not so obvious this time, keeping her gaze plastered to the ground lest he see the lie written in her eyes.
Gaius. Startled she chanced a look at his face, trying her best not to fidget though her nerves were horribly on end. So he still thought she should see someone….even after the binding. Mia nibbled on her bottom lip, icy eyes darting around the surrounding citizens…stall vendors…..goats….anything to keep her from looking at his face as she refused his offer with a slight shake of her head. No….her resolve had melted quickly and now all she wanted to do was go home. The flow of blood was ebbing, his little bandage had worked surprisingly well. At least this was something she could later some bracelets atop and wouldn’t show too horribly….a proper bandage however might be a bit harder to hide from her father. Torn with indecision the dancer risked a look at Gwaine’s handsome face, hoping he was not upset with her.
“I…..I don’t know….I think its ok…”
She said softly, rubbing her fingers over the sliver of cloth with what could have been called reverence. A kind act did not go unnoticed with her.
“…..I cant let my father know…..he already-”
She broke her words off quickly as she realized what she about let slip. He doesn’t trust the guard. He thinks the only good knight is one heavily laden with coin… Fear flooded her pale blue eyes and blood her cheeks. As a curly lock fell before her eyes she pressed it behind her ear with shaking fingers, noticing at once the dried blood on her hand. She stared at it as if were not her own….that was definitely something she would have to take care of before she returned.
His next offer however made her cheeks redden even darker, making her look back at her bare feet. Yeah….arriving with a man…a Knight of all things to her caravan was just asking for trouble. As protective as her father was it was impossible to say if he would be thankful for Gwaine’s kindness or angry to see his daughter pressed against some man he did not know on horseback.
“Y-You have been a great help Gwaine…….”
She said softly, trying to find her voice.
“ …But I think its best I return alone….my father is….protective….and if I return with a bandage I will have to explain it…and I am a horrible liar…but if I were to return with a man…..I have no idea what he would do…”
She hesitated, pursing her lips together as she willed the words to come. How were other women so witty?
“….I did not know that Knights were so kind….”
Wait….that sounded almost like an insult…like she thought they were all jerks. Icy eyes grew wide, hoping he would not misunderstand.
“I didn’t mean…..”
She should just go back to being silent….she made less of a fool of herself that way.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 25, 2011 21:04:12 GMT -5
He answered her questions with questions, wrinkling her brow Mia was thinking of a smart retort when the powerful grip of his hand settled around her thin wrist. Her breath caught in her throat with an audible gasp, but before she could struggle he moved even closer…so close in fact that she was touching him with some parts of her body that she preferred not to. She arched her back like a cat as she tried to push him away with her free hand….and then it happened. The early morning light was blotted out by dark curls, his lips connection with hers not gently as she had pictured her first kiss….but forcefully. It almost hurt as her lips bashed against her teeth…..But not enough to make her pull away.
Did he intend to rape her now? To prove to her that he really was evil? Her body trembled with fear as different scenarios racked her brain…..But she didn’t pull away…not even a little. She stopped pushing him away, her arms going limp in his grip…..Damn she was stupid….stupid stupid stupid….Letting herself get swept up in this fairytale she so wanted to believe in. People were deceitful….men were deceitful…..More than once she had met a girl no older than herself with a swollen stomach and tears in her eyes…..was this her future? Was she to be a shame to her father? Tears welled in her eyes, the taste of copper in her mouth. Finally she found the strength to wretch her face away from his own. Was she changed somehow because of this? Because she had succumbed to him? Did that make her a horrible person?
Her tongue ran over her bottom lip, feeling the slight swelling from his forceful kiss. His forceful yet pleasant kiss. Her cheeks burned red as if she feared he could read her thoughts. Her icy eyes locked with his own as she half heartedly tried to tug her hand free of his grasp.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 25, 2011 20:50:41 GMT -5
((No problem ^_^ I haven’t been very active myself lately, life happens))
Tiny pebbles bit at the bottoms of her bare feet, more than once she had to sidestep a pile that an equine had left behind. With her eyes navigating the earth she wasn’t aware that her path had been cut off and had she not seen the glint of his boots she would have surely crashed into him. Stumbling within inches of the Knights chest she held her breath. His words seemed kindly enough…but the last man that had escorted her anywhere had sinister thoughts on his mind. She bit her bottom lip, letting her eyes fall to her bloodied arm. It was just a gash…nothing horrible….But the blood was yet to staunch and was still flowing from between her curled fingers.
A physician? Why she had never been to such a person. There were elderly women among her people that went by many names, but none of them were physician. She wondered how she would explain the injury to her father so that he could send for one of the medicine women……A lie was already springing to her tongue but around her small fingers dark purple bruises were already rising….She wondered what his reaction would be if he saw the clear indications that a man had had his hands on her…..a supposed ‘guard’ none the less….maybe accepting help from this stranger would help keep her and her father from further trouble. Or maybe it would get her into worse….
The sound of material being ripped made her shoulders jerk, Mia looked up to see the knight holding out his hand…waiting for hers. She hesitated, her eyes fluttering from the cloth to his hand to her wrist. Seconds passed, minutes, before finally the nervous girl began to uncurl her fingers. Exposing her raw would to hero timidly, feeling almost guilty for the fact that she was causing him additional problems….Surely it was not in his job description to watch out for troublesome girls.
“ I..I’m sorry….”
She said softly, her rough accent curling her words until they didn’t sound as formal as the normal citizens. No…her words were like a wild horse that had been broken, it was obvious what they were…..but they would never belong in a place so tame. Pressing her lips together Mia tried to steady her breathing.
“M-Mia….My names Mia…..”
She was trying to be polite…..she truly was.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 25, 2011 20:31:24 GMT -5
A tingle shot up her spine as he moved closer…so close in fact that she could feel his warm breath dancing across her lips. She wondered what it would be like…to just lean in and feel the touch of his lips against her own. Would it be a shock like her mother said it was when he first kissed her father? Or would it be nothing more magical than kissing your own palm. Nervously she looked down at her bare feet, anything to avert her eyes from his heated gaze.
“I…I don’t know…”
His question was unexpected and she sucked on her bottom lip to keep nervous conversation from spilling forth. Letting her hands fall back to her sides she curled her thin fingers into fists, tighter and tighter until the pain brought her out of the haze she had unwillingly succumbed to. Feeling her nails bite into the palms of her hands she finally raised her icy eyes back to meet his dark holes.
“But…..I don’t think you would do it….if I could think of something……”
It almost sounded like a question as it rolled off her lips. She could feel her bare shoulders tremble as she tried to hold up this façade of being brave….God help her if she was wrong about this fellow. For she was only a breath away, within a second she could be within his grasp…..As the dark thought fluttered through her mind she felt heat rising to her cheeks, unable to rein in her curious mind.
“….would you?”
She tried to sound sure of herself but her soft voice was shaky. She wasn’t one of those people that were sure of themselves. She could dance in front of a crowd of people scantily clad….but if they actually wanted to speak with her she would clam up instantly….Her social experience with people outside her ‘people’ was very minute…..and she hoped she had not pushed her luck too far.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 4, 2011 21:25:24 GMT -5
She had not even heard the creak of the old door before a deep voice entered her thoughts. It wasn’t the crude man from before so she made herself stay put….despite the desire to bolt. Looking up at him now without someone practically pulling her hair out she could see that he was indeed quite a handsome fellow. At least now she had a chance to rectify herself without having to face that drunk fool.
“uh huh….”
She said softly, peering up at him from her perch on the cool earth. “But if it wasn’t for you I think it could have ended much worse….” She bit her lip as visions of fire blazed through her mind. She could almost feel the embers burning her feet, smell the singe of her own hair. Physically she shook her head to try and dispel the thoughts. Looking back at the mysterious handsome man she tried to offer him a smile though it looked forced on her tear streaked face.
“Thank you….really, I’m sorry I….how can I repay you?”
The nights performance had been a bust so no coins jangled in the small satchel tied around her slim waist….she really had nothing to offer. With shaking fingers she pressed a curly lock behind her ear, pressing her lips firmly together as she tried to figure out some way to thank him….repay him for possibly saving her life. The drunkard may have passed out before taking her anywhere….or even forgotten his folly, but there was still the possibility that he would not have…and she would have been killed. When she looked up he was closer…she had not even heard his steps.
“..yes…..”
Her words were guarded, to admit you favored magic to the wrong person could be a big mistake. And even though this man had sort of defended her she still did not know where his loyalties lie. Icy eyes watched the man wearily for a few moments, she made no move to stand and he seemed to make no move to sit…This was probably going to be a short chat…Still it was kind of him to offer her his calming words.
“…Mia. My names Mia.”
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 4, 2011 17:14:36 GMT -5
She sighed with exasperation as he eluded her question for the third time Still he acted like a predator of sorts, stalking his prey. Though she wondered why he was toying with her so much….she had been within his reach and even within his grasp and yet he had not even hit her….just thrown about some perverse comments. “It is.” She answered tersely, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Day had finally broken and the sun was brilliant now…to think that he would try to take advantage of her right out her in the daylight, in the sparse woods seemed farfetched….but not impossible. Biting her bottom lip she took a hesitant step towards him….then another…then another until she was but inches away from his chest. It was a test of his character, but a dangerous one for Mia.
She peered up at him with icy blue eyes, letting her arms fall to her sides at long last. No longer trying to shield herself from him. She had played her hand and now all she could do was see what he held. Hesitantly she lifted her hand, her tiny fingers trembling as she moved towards his face. Two of her fingers slid down the side of his handsome face, stopping when her palm cupped his cheek. It wasn’t a sexual advance….from any other woman it may have seemed like one, but from Mia it seemed somehow innocent.
“Everyone has good and bad….”
She said softly, not sure if she was trying to reassure herself or tell the black knight.
“You had a chance before….to hurt me…but you didn’t….”
She bit her lip, hoping he wouldn’t spin this around…..hoping she wasn’t a moth that just fell into the spiders web.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 4, 2011 14:07:50 GMT -5
((I think a time lapse would work best ^_^----à Fast forward to DUSK))
Already the preparations for the nights festivities were underway. Mia had let her younger sister paint her face this night, so while the butterfly wings around her eyes were not all that symmetrical they were special to her. She had told her father of a young gypsy she met while near Camelot, he had seemed skeptical but agreed to allow the girl to perform…he was not one to turn down coins. So as darkness began to fall Mia perched herself atop a hay bale outside of the caravan to wait for Brynn….hopefully she would come. In her hands Mia held a small silver mask adorned with glittering paint and white feathers, her arms held an outfit much like her own. A sliver of silver cloth that would be wrapped around Brynn’s chest and a loose flowing skirt with layers of white and silver cloth. With Brynn’s fair completion and hair Mia was confident the silver would fit her perfectly.
As she waited Mia swung her legs back and forth, humming a tune softly to herself. Mia wore a rose colored ensemble. Many bracelets and necklaces adorned her body, swirls and spirals had been painted on her arms tonight….it seemed fitting somehow. Pressing her pale lips together she waited, hoping that she would not end up the fool.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 4, 2011 12:55:07 GMT -5
When he finally spoke Mia pulled herself up to her full height, crossing her thin arms across her chest as if expecting another onslaught from his probing gaze. His speech brought a small smirk to her lips. It was true that not many people saw this side of her….it was buried rather deep. She tried to be a good person…she really did, but when pushed too far she would inevitably push back. Blue eyes followed his progression as he slowly straightened his body out then took a menacing step her way. This time she didn’t step back….it wasn’t that she didn’t fear him….it was taking ever morsel of her courage to keep her rooted in the same spot.
Her eyes narrowed on him as he paused, seemingly waiting for his body to recuperate more before he continued. It was admiral in a way, how determined….and well resilient he was. She had seen a man kicked in the same region before and he had been reduced to tears and obscenities….But not this dark knight…not a single word. Once again she found herself drawn to him and repulsed at the same time….it was so confounding that she didn’t know what to do. Another teasing remark brought her back to reality, locking her own icy eyes with his dark ones. Really? His little remarks were getting old.
“You going to tell me your name now?…..”
She wasn’t sure why but she wanted to know his name….his calling. If nothing else maybe so that she could insult him properly. Lifting a single hand she scratched at the dried flaking paint around her eyes. Flicking the bits from beneath her nails with wrinkled brows.
“I don’t like this side of me…”
She let her voice trail off, blue eyes scanning the woods for a moment before flickering back to the handsome man in black.
“But people like you have a way of bringing it out.”
She spoke with a neutral tone though a frown curled at her lips. She assumed everyone fought with their own desires…their own demons. Their own urges that would go against their very morals. But she wondered if this man had any morals to go against…Thin fingers drummed on her arm as she pondered her next move.
“It makes me wonder…..if I have this dark side….then do you have a light one?”
She spoke softly, her words not as sure as they were before.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 4, 2011 0:22:52 GMT -5
(( ^_^ well she has no weapons….so she makes due XD))
Remarkably it seemed to work. He didn’t cry out but he did hunch forward…his grip loosening. With a frantic series of tugs she was able to free herself, falling to the ground from her own desperate thrashings. Within seconds she was on her feet in a swift feline movement, she backed away from the dark knight but hesitated…..She had never done that to anyone before….what if she…ruined something? She hesitated, blue eyes wavering on his hunkered down form. Pin pricks of guilt worked at her conscious but she quickly pushed them away…he had ask for it….
“…Bastard….I think that fits.”
She said calmly as if she were having a normal conversation with him. Taking a moment to pull bits of twig from her long unruly mane. She kept her eyes on him however, not sure how long her move would keep him immobilized. She could leave now….possibly escape before he was able to move very well…But honestly she was tired of running from this man, tired of being his plaything. With a malice she never knew she had Mia planted her hands on her hips to watch him suffer, a tiny grin tugging at her lips.
“Well…..that name might not work now….”
She trailed off, leaning over and planting her hands on her knees so that she could better see his face. She was about ten feet away from him, out of lunging distance at least. But she was not done toying with him…..he had broken the soft pliable Mia and pulled out her dark undercurrents…And he might not be too pleased with what came out.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 3, 2011 23:57:21 GMT -5
If anymore blood rushed to her cheeks she would surely burst from embarrassment. His chuckle instead of being a sound that was pleasant grated on her nerves…he was enjoying this way to much. Did he make a habit of harassing young girls? Or was she just lucky enough to cross his path at the right moment? Of course when he spoke it was just a riddle of sorts….eluding her once again. She bit back the name that immediately sprang to her lips…calling him a bastard would probably not increase her chances of escape. She turned to scowl at him, obviously fed up with this whole business….If he didn’t want to give his name then fine…..she didn’t care what it was anyway. She did however care about getting away from him…
He ask her a question then that made her scowl deepen until it wrinkled the skin between her brows….He would not answer her question but he ask her one? Mia pressed her lips together, jerking once on her wrists to see if he had loosed his grip…and was disappointed.
“What business is that of yours?”
She said angrily, though she was unable to hold eye contact for any longer and shifted her gaze to his armor clad chest. Without warning she acted, throwing her slender knee upwards toward a very sensitive area of the dark knight. It was unteeling if her attack would work….if he was wearing any armor there….or if he was simply expecting her move. But she had to try it….
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 3, 2011 23:33:38 GMT -5
Once again he eluded her question, shifting even closer to her than before. This time she didn’t bother moving back…there was no point for he could easily overpower her if he chose to do so. She was so close to him now that she could feel each warm breath that trailed from his handsome mouth, caressing the bare skin of her neck. She looked away from him when he acted as if he was showing manners by letting her go first….a proper man would not corner her like this….chase her like he had….made such crude advances….stand so close. She pressed her dry lips together, once again wetting them with her tongue before she turned resolutely back to her captor.
“Mia.”
She felt no need to supply her last name…he was lucky he had received this much. But she had no warrants, no one was looking to bring her into the gallows so she had no reason to hide her identity other than the fact that this man was infuriating. She waited for him to supply his own name, though she assumed he would just avoid her question again….usually people didn’t tell their victims their name.
Momentarily she thought about kneeing him in his groin, her blue eyes flickering down at him before she realized what it must look like. Blushing she cleared her throat and looked away from his intense eyes.
“A-and yours?”
She stammered, chancing a look at his face before her eyes quickly darted back to the ground….seemingly something that interested the young gypsy a great deal.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 3, 2011 22:57:13 GMT -5
He didn’t seem the least bit unnerved or even angered by her by her actions. Calmly asking what would happen if he did not get away from her. The first words on her tongue were that she would kill him…Which obviously were not true…and even if she did have a weapon Mia didn’t have the heart to kill anyone…or anything for that matter. She couldn’t even watch as her father put down their lame mule last year, growing hysterical at the mere thought of death. She had kept her eyes closed as she wildly flailed, only opening them when she felt an iron grip settle around each slender wrist. What was left of her tears dripped from her chin and down onto her chest, taking with it tiny streams of red paint that had adorned her face in the prior nights performance.
She stared at him for a moment with her mouth agape. Terrified and yet also somehow exhilarated by being this close to him. Her tiny fingers curled against the hard armor of his chest, trying to push herself away from him….though even she could tell that her efforts were half hearted. Reward? He wanted a reward for not raping her? And was that to be sex? What was going on in this mans head? Never had she received so many advances, nor ones so forceful. With tear streaks quickly being dried on her face by the cool wind she looked an utter mess. But with the look he was giving her she might has well of been naked. She tried to cross her chest again only to find her wrists still captured. She began to tremble horribly, shaking so hard that the bells on her bodice jingled quietly. The only part of her body still was that being held by the dark knight.
“You….you never told me your name.”
She said suddenly, looking up at him with reddened eyes. If this was a physical battle she didn’t have a prayer….but if it was to be a battle of wills she was ready for combat.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 3, 2011 22:15:56 GMT -5
His reaction to her threat was precisely what she was trying to avoid. He took another step closer…a much larger step than last time. She stumbled back, nearly gasping when she found herself backed against a large tree. Oh if she only had a dagger….something… Much time? What exactly was he planning on doing? Blue eyes widened as a conclusion settled in her mind….he was going to take advantage of her….right here….And it was all because she had dared voice her opinion to her father. She kept her frail arms firmly tucked across her chest, feeling much like a mouse in a cats clutches her chest began to rise and fall rapidly.
His next comment made the blood rush to her cheeks. Oh how she wished she had something to cover herself with, something to shield herself from those probing eyes. He didn’t seem to be taking her threat very seriously. Biting her lip she felt fearful tears flood her icy gaze as his final statement struck home…..He wasn’t afraid of anyone finding him…finding her. A choked sob burst from between her pale lips as Mia struck out with an open palm, fully intending on smacking the bastard right across his smug face.
Even a tiny mouse will stand up and fight back when pushed into a corner….the meek gypsy had finally reached her limit. “Get away from me!” She snapped, while trying to push her way past the dark knight who was turning out to be anything but honorable. She knew she was no match for him….any dummy could see that. But she had to try…she wasn’t just about to lie down and take whatever punishment he was going to dish out for her. Frustrated tears spilled from her closed eyes as she tried to beat him in the chest again and again with her fists, knowing all the while that her attempts were futile…yet unstoppable.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 3, 2011 21:27:24 GMT -5
He seemed to be one of those men…the ones her father was always telling her about. She nibbled her lip and took another step back as he moved forward, to anyone watching it would probably appear quite comical…But to Mia it was anything but. This time when his eyes caressed her body she was quick to cover her chest, crossing her arms much like an angry petulant child. Mia was not your stereotypical gypsy dancer…if there was such a thing. Normally women in her position where flirtatious, vibrant, had most men at their will with a single glance. But not Mia.. no, with her virtue still intact she was rather inexperienced…..and naïve. Thin fingers nervously rubbed one of the many chains around her neck, rolling a small smooth stone around her fingers time and time again as she tried to find her voice, her courage.
She couldn’t rightly ask him not to look at her….it was everyone’s right to see and look where they pleased. His argument could easily be that she should dress more conventionally if she preferred to avoid his gaze…which would be easy…if it were not part of her act to dress as she did. Men paid more coins to see a scandalously clad young lady dance than one covered in layers upon layers of cloth, after all… those hard earned coins were not easily willed away.
A brisk wind caused her long hair to dance about her shoulders, her icy eyes settled on his own dark locks as the breeze played. There was something strangely….was it attractive? No…alluring was the word, about someone who seemed so dark. Though she wasn’t sure why. For all she knew this man could be planning to rape and kill her…..it was ludicrous to be so curious about him. It was puzzling…and a true bother….was she a whore because she found herself enticed by darkness? Or did that just mean that she was condemned to hell? With the breeze steadily blowing Mia let her tongue slide over her dry lips, shifting to look over her shoulder once more. Hoping to see a friendly face.
His voice made her shoulders jerk, turning back to see him she met his eyes for a moment before looking down at the path. Here was her chance…..maybe if she said someone was coming for her he would leave her be….she had always heard that criminals were cowards….hopefully it was true. But then again she didn’t even know if this man was a criminal…..or just a pervert who wielded his words like daggers.
“Y-yes, my father….he should be along any time now.”
She tried to sound convincing and was pleased with the conviction in her soft voice.
“So….I think you should leave me be….he might get the wrong idea…”
She let her voice trail off, risking a look up at the strangers face to see how he would react to her empty threat.
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Post by Mia Fallabella on Mar 3, 2011 20:16:35 GMT -5
An audible sigh fell from her lips as silence followed her. Eventually her footsteps slowed as the burn from the nights walk still ached within her muscles….How far had she walked anyway? Lets see….the show was late evening and now the sun was already breaking into the sky….so she had been walking for many many hours fueled by anger. As the path she was on forked she hesitated, casting her icy eyes back and forth trying to figure out the correct trail. An ominous sound made the tiny hairs on her neck rise. A loud clanking sound as a man clad in armor moved, the loud smack as each heavy footfall broke the silence. She swallowed hard, determined not to show her fear despite her dire circumstances…..Why couldn’t she be one of those women that knew how to wield a weapon? Hell she would even be satisfied with a few spells, but no….she was simply a dancer…..a defenseless dancer.
She turned slowly to face him just as his cold voice ran down her spine.
“You did not ask it….”
She replied sullenly, looking over her shoulder she wondered if her father was going to come looking for her….Or if he was even worried. He was always rattling on about the dangers of men…and yet he had left her out here for hours. A stinging pain in her cheek reminded her why. A jangling of bracelets sounded as she rubbed her sore cheek, eyeing the stranger with obvious distrust.
“Nor did you provide you own….as is customary.”
Her voice was soft and she fought hard to keep the trembling out of it. She let her icy eyes drift over the darkly appareled knight, taking an odd liking to his unruly curls.
“…..you don’t act like a normal knight….”
Her voice was barely above a whisper now as she questioned him. An uncharacteristically daring venture for such a meek girl. She took a slight step back, one that unless you were watching closely would go unknown.
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