forum The Moon's Binding (One-on-One Romance//CLOSED)

Started October 20, 2018 by Deleted user

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“What do you think it does?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. She took a step forward, Shuri left the tent. “Hhhhmmmm?” Her hair swayed with the motion, lilac and white curls.

The pulsing turned into an exotic song in her mind. She took another step and then another, until she stood right in front of him. "It means nothing…" she steeled her gaze but even as the words slipped from her mouth, she knew they were a lie. "We could go the priest-" she stopped. His eyes… they were so hypnotizing… so alluring.

She now stood in front of him. “You were saying?” Her hazel-brown eyes lost some of their coldness, his own eyes still glued to hers. He sat looking up at her, his heart beat faster.

Her hand lifted, she made to touch his cheek. A gentle caress, just for the feeling. The music grew louder in her mind until her eyes landed upon a smudge of blood. The blood she had spit on him. Her enemy, the King of Darkness. Just like that the spell was broken. She straightened, her eyes hardening. "We should go to a priestess and have her remove the Binding. We have no need for it. I have a kingdom to rule." She turned away from him. "As do you… Our… fleshly pleasures were never meant to be fulfilled. We belong to our people first and foremost." She clasped her hands behind her back in resolve. She couldn't help be notice how much like her father she sounded. Ugh… what would he think of her now? He'd be ashamed.

Her hand was warm, like sunlight on a cool day. “I asked not to have blood on my face,” He said, picking the cloth back up, wiping her blood off his face. “And in case you have wondered about your sisters, they have not been killed. Yet.”

She looked at him over her shoulder. "What?" Her sister's were alive?"T-that's not possible! You had their crowns sent back to me in blood." She put a hand on her head, looking away. "That's not possible…" she mumbled to herself.

“I’m not as evil as you think,” He said quietly. Looking down, he shook his head. Being the King of Darkness one would think he would be cold and merciless, like his father. But, like the Ying Yang, there is Light in the Dark, Dark in the Light. I’m not as evil as you think . . . He repeated in his mind.

She turned attention to him. If her sisters were really alive… She fell to her knees before him. She revealed her Seahl to him, the mark of her birth, of her lineage, as she bowed at his feet. At the base of her neck, a beautiful sun of ink, marking her as the Queen of Light. "I offer you a proposition." her said. "Release my sisters and take me in their stead…"

Her Seahl ((A tattoo of her rank and who she is. Everyone has one, if you are royal, it is either a sun or moon. If not, it depends on your trade. Ex: A blacksmith may have a tattoo of hammers.))

(Kooool)
“How kind of you Genesis, but, wouldn’t you like to see them first?” He asked. It would hurt her people to see her not come back, but, the return of her sisters would make them perhaps, less sad. He would need to take it into consideration with Shuri, she would know what to do.

She sat up slowly. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Offering herself to Lien. Bowing before him. She wasn't a Queen at all. "Yes, I would." And what would she say? How would she explain to them that they would be returning to the Light Kingdom…. Without her? How would she tell them that she was marked, bound to the King of Darkness, their captor for the last years? She refused to look at Lien, she had already shamed herself enough, groveling at his feet like a peasant. Like a slave.

“I shall arrange to have you meet with them as soon as possible,” He could not kill them. But his father would if he didn’t, so, he was left with one option. Pretend to kill them. He didn’t know what to feel about it, whether he should feel guilty he betrayed his father, or glad that he had not killed the Princesses of the Light. Fortunately, his father had not asked to kill them in front of him, or kill them himself.

She said nothing as her heart fluttered inside of her chest. "I must look pathetic to you…" She said, ashamed of her actions. But this was the only way to make sure her Kingdom was taken care of. If they could not have her, then at least they'd be safe in the hands of her sisters once more.

(BBS)
“You have your reasons. There’s nothing pathetic about trying to save your sisters and let them return home once again. You just want to make sure your kingdom is sustained, kept in balance, and make sure it does not fall into chaos. And the war has taken many and depleted resources.” All coldness and hatred in Genesis’s eyes had nearly faded.

She looked at him. "Lien… You are not at all as I perceived you to be…" She admitted. "I have misjudged you severely." She held his gaze, a fire flaring over her chest.

(Back)
He smiled. “Just because I am the King of Darkness does not mean I am evil nor arrogant, merciless, cold. Not many people know what I am truly like, and that I wish to change,” He said. He did not know why he told her this, but he did.

She nodded and unconsciously placed a hand on the Mark. "And maybe…. I could help with that…" She looked up at him, taking in the color of his eyes. His eyes were beautiful. She leaned in close and place a hand on his mark. A jolt ran through her arm, but she kept her gaze on her. Her heart pounded in her chest.

(BBS, Voting stuff)
“What are you . . . ?” He started. Her warm hand covered his mark, it felt like a spark had been lit at the connection. He exhaled heavily, The Moon’s Binding, The Mark of Mating. Like a curse, like a blessing . . .

(Ok)
Their hearts were in unison and Genesis oddly took solace in the sound of it. Warm flooded her and she softly smiled at him. So this is what the Binding is like she thought. She remember the stories that her mother had shared, about the love and possesion you felt for the One you were marked with. There was no way she could deny what she felt now as she looked into Lien's eyes, as she leaned closer, her lips parting in a silent question. She brushed her lips against his, fire erupting in her veins.

(Back, and, uh, Holy Bejezells! And also, shouldn’t Shuri like walk in recovered and then see this and then be like, I am going to slowly torture you to death?)
Her lips grazed his skin sending waves of electricity across it. The air between them was magnetic. The Binding was working it’s magic, a new feeling now filled Lien. His father had told him that even himself had fallen to it, as hard as it was to believe. The moon had a power never to be understood or used by another. Why Genesis and himself had been marked . . . ?

((I was thinking the same thing XD))

Shuri had taken a bath and changed into nicer silken clothes. Surely Lien would want to discuss movements towards recovery of the war and what to do with that… Vile queen. Surely. She tucked her long black hair behind her ear and nade her way to his tent. It was silent. He sent her away. Finally Shuri sighed with.relief and ducked into the tent. Her heart plummeted into her stomach and she looked at the two, crestfallen. "Excuse me my Lord." She managed, though she fought to keep the tremor from her voice. "I had hoped you would be ready to continue discussing the effect of the war." Her eyes burned and she blinked rapidly.

He looked up to see Shuri, seeming to be blinking away tears. “It will only take a few minutes-“ He glanced at Genesis. “- Are you alright Shuri?”

She swallowed. "Yes- yes I'm perfectly fine." No, no I'm not… She wiped her eyes. "As I came here, I passed quite too close to a camp fire. The- The smoke! It got in my eyes. I'm afraid I'm a little teary now." She let out a small laugh. Genesis could see through her lie almost instantly, she had heard similar ones before. She took her hand from Lien's chest and stood. "I shall return from whence I came." She dipped her head to the two and left.

“I shall dress and then we may continue with recovery from the war,” He stood up and took ahold of her shoulders. “You can tell me later why you are crying,” He spun Shuri around, closing the tent flaps.

Shuri started to complain but as she went outside of the tent she felt silent. She watched the Queen's receding figure. The way hee hips swayed as she walked. The way she held her shoulders back and her chin high. It was all so….graceful, so beautiful. So… the opposite of Shuri. She shook her head with disappointment.