forum Blood Oath (O/O CLOSED)

Started February 21, 2019 by Deleted user

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I pulled myself to my feet as well, dusting my pants.

”Perfect.”

And that's how I found myself knocking on the Prince's door for the second time that week, hugging a neatly bound photo album to my chest. This is…. strange. All the way up, students had passed me confused looks, and I didn't blame them. No one else in the building would even consider carrying a book full of photographs up to the Crown Prince's bedroom…

Smirking when I heard the door knock, I rolled off of the bed. Before I opened the door, I removed the smug look from my face.

”Elle,” her name rolled off of my tongue smoothly. ”Come on in.”

A shiver ran down the length of my spine. Elle… God, did it feel good to hear his name, my actual name, from his mouth. I said nothing, only ducked my head and entered with Scylla at my heels, shooting the occasional teasing comment my way.

I pulled a chair towards her, beckoning her to take a seat before I frowned.

”Ah, I suppose sitting on the floor would be much more efficient,” I murmured. ”Since I’m sure you don’t want to be anywhere near my bed.”

"Yes please," I answered quietly, pausing in the centre of the room before taking a seat on the plush carpet a good few metres away from the bed that loomed in the corner.

I sat down in front of her, crossing my legs, waiting patiently for her to show me the pictures. God, the more I learned about her, the more advantage I started to have over the coward I’ve trapped. It pleased me greatly.

An odd sort of trepidation had lodged in my heart. I was showing him something far more personal than a few old photographs; I was exposing a piece of myself that I'd never intended him to see. So I moved with caution, thumbing past a few childhood pictures until I reached a page in the centre of the album. It was dominated by a single, unsaturated picture of my family. Father, with his mousy hair and golden owl companion, was seated in an armchair, barely containing a smile. My mother, who wore an austere expression on her features, stood proudly next to him, one hand on his shoulder. Though Elliot and I had inherited her blonde curls, it was my father we resembled closely, from our more playful personalities to our softer faces.

On either side of our parents stood my brother and I, dressed in matching blue fabrics. While he was a picture of perfection, not a single hair out of place, his expression solemn as was the norm for family photographs, I was more… free. Yes, I was still dressed neatly, my waist-length ringlets carefully combed, but something about the expression on my face altered the whole mood of the photo. It was as if I was sharing a secret with the camera man, lips curving into a small smile, and my hair, rather than twisted into a tight bun, was free to spill over the shoulders of my flowing blue dress,

The second my eyes landed on her picture, I felt a familiar force prob at my head. My fingers automatically reached out to trace her in the picture, everyone else merely fading into the background. The more I looked at her secret self, the more the force increased.

My mouth parted to let out a sentence, but it wasn’t from me. I had been too confident. I opened a way.

“Beautiful…” the words slipped out my mouth in a soft murmur, and the second they did, I immediately shut them down. I wouldn’t let my guard down again.

Get back in your hole, you worm.

As if showing hesitancy, I flipped a page, eyes furrowing when I looked into the second picture, far more serious in making her uncomfortable as possible. What better way to do it than invade her privacy, right?

You shouldn’t have tested me, coward. Stay in that hole.

My heart lurched. Beautiful? I must have misheard, why on earth would he say something like that? But even so, red bloomed across my cheeks. Beautiful..

But I grew uncomfortable when he turned to the next page. No, I thought as his eyes drifted over a competition photograph, one taken while I was in mid-leap with my hands in a perfect 'V'. Don't look at those.

Beside it was a picture of my brother and I, both outfitted in white figure skates. I was twirling, my hair flying out behind me, and he was waiting with his arms outstretched for my landing. Please don't flip to the next page…

Ah, there it is. The uncomfortableness she was feeling. Perfect.

In these two pictures, she looked happy. It irked me. I couldn’t wait till my lady was in control. All the happiness… she’d snatch it away like they did with hers. Once Mistress is through with them…

I began to flip to the next page, slowly, waiting for her to snatch the album away from me.

Without thinking I leaned forward and snatched the album from his hands, pressing it to my chest. "That's—That's enough." I snapped it shut. This was an awful idea—why had I gone through with it?

"Is that enough to satisfy your curiosity?" I asked him, swallowing awkwardly Beside me, Scylla shifted, poking my leg with her tail in a way that was supposed to be meaningful.

Inwardly, I was smirking. There we go. The uncomfortable atmosphere. It was working.

On the outside, I pulled on a small smile.

”Yes,” I answered, pulling myself to my feet. ”Thank you, Elle.”

"I–I should go." Standing abruptly, I took a small step back towards the door. "What time should I meet you for training tomorrow?" Responding to my distress, the pipes in the walls around us groaned.

Hearing the pipes groan, I wanted to break out laughing. Perfect. Brilliant. She was feeling it. Do you see that, Colton? I hope you do. I hope you see everything I’m doing to her—every tiny discomfort, while she thinks it’s you who’s out of her happiness.

“Ten in the morning,” I answered with a pleasant expression. ”Good evening, Elle.”

I was too busy escaping to respond.

Something about the look on his face as he'd thumbed through the closest thing I had to a diary, a record of my life, had put me at ill ease. He shouldn't even have known about my other life, and now he'd seen the real Elliot. And the real me.

This wasn't going to end well…

The second she left, I threw my head back and barked out a laugh, resting my hand on my face.

”Ah… this is so much fun…” I chuckled, shaking my head. ”Did you see that, Princeling? Do you see what I’m doing to your girl—did you see the look of discomfort on her face? Aren’t you going to do anything about it?”

I was met with silence, which further increased the laughter escaping my mouth.

”Of course you aren’t. You’ll never be able to do anything. Just stay there and let me devour you. Just a little while longer, Colton, and I’ll be you forever…”

[TIME SKIP - Andreas's POV, three days later]

"Kaden?" I called softly, rapping my knuckles against his doorframe. "Can I come in?" Adding a playful little whine to my voice when he didn't respond, I knocked again. "I'm cold and want to cuddle with you~"

Kaden’s POV:

I immediately sat up straight the second I heard the sentence. It was playful, but damn me if I didn’t take it seriously.

Opening my door, I let him in.

“I did feel a little empty sleeping in my bed alone,” I mused. “Thank you for joining me, Andreas~”

Grinning like a lovestruck idiot—who's to say I wasn't one—I closed the distance between us, pressing out lips together in a chaste kiss and ducking under his arm. My hair still stuck up in all directions from the fierce gale blowing outside, and my cheeks were pink from the cold. A messenger bag was slung across my shoulder, from which peeked Copper's tiny head.

I blinked for a second at the sudden initiation, but I quickly pushed my surprise aside and kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him and tugging him closer.

“Someone missed me,” I murmured just as Hope sprang up from the bed, chattering excitedly. There was something I observed from Copper and Hope. Both of them were far more happy in each other’s presence than anyone else. I had a theory, but I thought it was stupid. What if creatures actually fell for their bondmate’s lover’s creature?

Copper zipped straight out of my bag and went straight for Hope, his body glowing like a hot coal. Meanwhile, I grinned into the kiss, my arms winding around Kaden’s waist. “I missed you..”

I lightly bit his lip, groaning into his mouth. God, either my lips were burning due to his touch, or he was seriously losing control over his emotions, because, like I said, my lips were burning. “Missed you, too…”

I practically melted in his hands, crumbled beneath his mouth. “Then show me…” I groaned against him, barely controlling the heat that threatened to rise from my skin.

I smirked, pulling my lips away from his mouth to gently trace kisses down his jaw. I

“Can’t five you a mark, unfortunately,” I murmured against his skin. “It’ll raise suspicions…”