❴ BROWS PINCHED CURIOUSLY ❵ at first, carefully following the lurid movements, though could not find words to say. The first peck received a small smirk, the next a hand p u l l e d at the fabric of her gown and slowly applied more pressure, and the last spared a hand to cradle her cheek and draw her closer. Where one would end, his lips would catch hers again. He had not lied when he said he was fond of them, and such wonderful gifts were beyond their worth in comparison to rest.
His movements, the gentle tug before his lips sealed with hers had her giggle softly, the grin was still present as he kissed her, and soon she was returning it. Heart pounding, a fevered hand brushed down his chest swiftly, then back up under the fabric, feeling the smooth rippling of his muscles as he breathed.
⟫»—> For the duration in which he had been so acquainted with the gorgon, he’d hardly had a glimpse into how exactly she procured the subjects for her twisted version of sculpture. Needless to say, the questions were answering themselves, presented before him in some sort of odd display. Her movements were poised and defined; an embodiment of the pride and satisfaction she took in her work. Visionaries wandered briefly towards the blubbering goblin though there was no mercy in the heart of the Destroyer.
Securing their own time tonight when she had finished with whatever possible tortures she had in store for the goblin bid the dovah to nod his head ⎛ no one received such respect from him before ⎠with the slightest of bows forward from his shoulders. Rolling his shoulders the World Eater returned to his upright posture, staring at the goblin. The salt of his tears sank into the nearly unnoticable scent of the stone, and head tilted a moment. Pity that the briefest signs of magic in this concrete forest had fallen victim to the potent magia.
On his heels he turned away silently, without further comment nor word. Long strides carried him away towards the gallery’s high double doors. Breaching their seal, he allowed one last peak over his shoulder before his dark form was hidden behind the veil.
Poor fool. If he hadn’t stank so bad, perhaps I would have felt bad…
… No. Not he would not.
The only thing saving him from a certain, petrifying death was a pair of black lenses no more than a tenth of an inch thick. Tears rolled down his cheeks. The last time he had written to Pig was no more than two weeks ago. He had mention in her letter that he had promised to save up enough money to fly back and visit her again. The fact that he would ultimately die here made his heart sink, appropriately like stone.
“I-I don’t want to be pretty,” he blubbered on. “I’m not supposed to be.” His eyes looked back to where her lover once was. He didn’t see him leave, though he didn’t care. He was much more worried about the gorgon in front of himself than the beast that had left. Toad continued to sniffle. He shook his body back and forth, rocking the chair over. He fell sideways, making a loud, hard, clank against the marble floor. He gasped.
“I have family!” He shouted. “I have a sister! I have a life! You can’t j-just take that away from someone for the sake of art!” He bared his teeth at her, though it was of no use; He looked less intimidating in the light, and his tears didn’t help him much either. He was just a goblin. A cobylnau. In comparison to a gorgon, he was nothing more than a pale, earthen worm.
Medusa clucked her tongue and cupped her hands on the sides of his face. “Hush, don’t cry,” she cooed, brushing the tears away from his cheeks with her thumbs. “It will only hurt a little, I promise.” She ruffled his hair and turned to go through the supplies she’d brought in, choosing to bring the bucket forward first with a few sponges and washcloths. She needed him to look well-polished after all. Dragging the bucket back, she watched him rock over, smacking against the marble floor.
“Be careful, now. I don’t want you getting hurt.” Strong arms gripped the chair and pulled him back upright. The goblin’s outcry only earned him the raising of her brow. “Listen–look–are you watching? Do you see this man? His name is Ramsay. He’s forty-two, has two daughters. His oldest, Beatrice, is a star basketball player. His other, twenty-year-old Lacie, is really great at math and is pursuing engineering at Loyola.” She went to another statue, and listed off family members, hobbies, professions, even allergies. “The point is, I don’t care, Cabbage Patch. If your family wants to buy you back from me, they are more than welcome to. I’ll even give them a discount."
She dragged her chair closer and closed the distance between them, then sat with a sponge in her hand. Plunging it into the soapy water, she soaked it nicely before hovering it on top of Toad’s head, wringing out the lukewarm water on his shock of red hair.
He saw his eyebrows rise in his reflection. He never trusted people who shielded their eyes. His gaze flicked up to her companions, giving them a bored look. “My smell? Apologies to your girls… I think they’ll find a better scent over there.”
Em did not like the casual way he spoke to her. The irritability. The normality as if gorgons strode into his shop daily. "Right now, the most intriguing thing in the room happens to be you. Do you know what would happen if I decided to take off my sunglasses?"
one. year. wow. the last time i was a part of any form of roleplay for nearly that long of a time was when i was the admin of my own site about oh… three-four years ago now. i made alduin not too many months after that, so i suppose he’s still my link to the rp community after finally washing my hands of the adminly duties and putting up my badge. but here i am. once again, celebrating a year of writing with fantastic people. i want to take a moment and thank the one person who actually pushed me to get onto tumblr. without her, i wouldn’t be here. i’d probably not be roleplaying at all, to be honest. i didn’t even know tumblr had a rp community until one fateful day in a shared english class we looked at each other, confessed we had no idea what was happening, because “i was roleplaying”.
thank you, hana (aka valixnce & spadesofvenom) you’re one of my greatest friends (no joke, i mean that) and an amazing inspiration. love ya.
and of course, the journey wouldn’t have been nearly as amazing without the amazing people who make up my dash on a daily basis;
okay, so for putting up with me a year, i’m also doing a small giveaway since i actually want to give you people something in return. so. prizes are as follows, and only one like and reblog per person.
1st place; 10 gif icons. 50 icons
2nd place; 25 icons
3rd place; 15 icons
the winners will be announced on october 18th, 2014. happy roleplaying to all, and stay classy everyone.
