forum I'm bored, anyone willing to do a one on one?

Started November 18, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

Heyo, I'm bored and I wanna do a one on one with someone. We'll be following andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules and idk what else to say. Any ideas for plot would be appreciated.

_^Hello…

sup

_{I don't have a life}

Its okay, I don't either.

That's why we're all here

The truth comes out. Wanna start up the arranged marriage thingy on here?

Sure

You want to start, or should I?

can u? srry, I'm terrible at starting

(It's all good.)

Elowan was currently being wrangled into a wedding dress by at least three different servants. She was too busy clawing at one of them and screaming to be left alone to do a head count. Apparently, she was getting married. Her parents hadn't even bothered to warn her, they just swarmed her with servants. One of whom was getting pieces of skin torn out of her arm for all her trouble. "PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN NOW!"

(….my god Elowan) _{calm thy fuck down}

Zyra was currently being fitted into a wedding dress by at least a million people, according to her. She hated this, she hated everything, she couldn't do anything because if she did her parents would yell at her, saying how much of a terrible daughter she is, etc. They always liked taking about other stuff that wasn't related to the topic when they were in an argument with Zyra for some god damn reason. She sighed as she was carried to where ever her parents wanted her to be taken to, at least this marriage meant she would be leaving her parents once and forever….unless the other person hated her and divorced her, which would probably happen.

(Nah, Elowan goes all the way to the edge of crazy.)

One of the servants started to try and do Elowan's hair, only to get bitten on the arm. Hard. She screamed and pulled away, clutching at her wrist. Elowan grinned savagely. One less servant meant one less person to fight off until she could make her escape. Sure, she'd eventually get caught, but she could suspend the wedding for a couple weeks.

Her plan fell apart when one of the guards- summoned by the now weeping servant girl- came in to restrain her. With her arms and legs restrained, she couldn't get away, and it was pretty easy to finish dressing her. No matter how hard she pulled and whined and tried to break free, she was forced to stay in the room. All she could do was cuss liberally and try to bite people.

(lol, ik that)

Zyra sighed and hoped the other person wouldn't divorce her because she did not want to go back to her parents, especially after being divorced since she knew they would hate her for…ever. She quietly let the servants put her wavy hair into a side part with some of it on her shoulder, it was the only thing that was good about herself. The servants put on makeup just to cover the stitches near her eyebrow, they were done dressing her. I hate this, I want to leave. Can I leave? I can't but still, I want to.

Elowan wondered, as her fiery red hair was twisted and woven into an intricate braid, what her spouse would look like. She didn't even know the gender of her husband or wife to be. Didn't even know their name. All she knew was that they were rich enough to marry a princess and had a kingdom of their own. It didn't really matter who they were, Elowan was going to hate them. She was going to make their life hell. The one small rebellion she could manage because no matter how hard she railed against the guard, his grip remained tight. So tight that the servants tittered and had him adjust his grip so they could powder over some newly formed bruises.

Once they were finally done painting makeup over her face and styling her hair and dress, they forced her to her feet. The march to the altar began a few seconds later. The guard released her right before they stepped outside. Even she wasn't dumb enough to struggle in front of a crowd.

(Back, srry about that)

The servants direct Zyra to the altar and she quietly walked in, not sure what to expect at all. She was staring at the ground the whole time since she could everyone staring at her and judging her based off her looks, her parents, everything. She hated it, she hated being judged, she hated everything.

(np)

Elowan stomped outside, putting just enough force into her motions to show that she didn't want to be doing this. Everyone who dared meet her eyes was met with a fiery glare, angry enough to make even the most seasoned soldier look away in a cold sweat. No matter how restrained, Elowan intimidated people. Most days it seemed kind of annoying, but today she cherished the ability.

Her soon to be wife stood at the altar, looking wonderful. The fact that she was pretty- that her parents had so clearly picked out someone Elowan might like- made her all the more unwilling to go through with this marriage. Not that she had much choice.

She reached the altar in a few seconds and the ceremony began. Vows would be exchanged, papers signed, and then Elowan was shipped off never to be heard of again. Perfect.

Zyra glanced up when she heard a pair of footsteps, her brown eyes falling upon a girl who looked mad. She looks pretty…What am I thinking? She's probably mad because of how ugly I am or something. Yea…that sounds right… She glanced at the woman then at everyone staring at her.

A priest stepped up to the altar- balking for a few seconds when Elowan's glare fell on him. He cleared his throat nervously and made the mistake of looking into the eyes of Queen Giria. One murderous glare later he began mumbling out the words to the ceremony, voice weak and wavering. "Um… We are gathered here to-today to… to celebrate the marriage of… of Princess Elowan Swayze and Zyra…" Elowan let his voice trail off until he gave the instruction for her to give her vows.

She growled, spitting out each and every word as if it were acid. Because in her mind, they were- acid melting through all the shields she'd put up to protect herself from this very fate. "I enter into this life as a new woman, stripped of every tie that binds me. I give to you three promises: devotion, passion, and dedication. I swear that we shall never be parted no matter what we face. I give to you y heart, my soul, and I bow before you. To you, I give power. To you, I leash myself."

Zyra looked away and at Elowan, silently waiting for her turn to give her vows. She looked calm and proper even though she was internally fighting with herself, trying to decide if she should stay and make her parents happy or stay. "I, Zyra, take you Elowan, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us apart." She said simply, which usually meant she hated something.

The priest nodded to both of them. Elowan's glare had turned towards the sky as she cursed every god she could name for curing her to this fate, so when he spoke his voice was much stronger. "I declare you- Zyra and Elowan- wives until the end of time. Through all that the world offers you, this bond shall not be broken. You may now kiss the… uh… the bride." His voice had wavered when Elowan turned her glare on him once more.

She stared at her wife, before lifting her own veil and pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. It wasn't unpleasant but Elowan pulled away as if she had been burned. They were married and nothing would separate them. And they were expected to hang around together until the end of the afterparty. "Hello wife."

There goes my first kiss, woooo. I hate this already. Zyra almost sighed in relief when Elowan pulled away. "You know, I have a name, and it's not 'wife'." She mumbled annoyingly, looking around them as everyone stood up.

"You know, I don't give a shit," Elowan mimicked nastily. The party had started and people were already spilling from their seats into the main ballroom where food and cake sat, waiting to be eaten. She yearned to join them, but she knew that if she didn't enter with her wife- this Zyra girl- her parents would yell her ear off and punish her.