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medieval romance plot

Post by 76heart » Wed May 09, 2018 1:15 am

[medieval era (can work with other eras as well)// one character each // a few side characters // forbidden romance(in a way) // mxf]
Muse A is the youngest princess in her kingdom. Often times she is taking care of her older sister and learning from her how to behave as a princess. Muse B is a ladies man and has spent many one night stands with the girls of his kingdom. One night while attending the neighboring kingdom's ball in celebration of the planned marriage between her older sibling and Muse B, the prince of the other kingdom. After growing tired of the commotion Muse A slips away from all the people and begins to wander the grand castle, looking for a quiet place. It isn't long before she stumbles upon a small study, not knowing it belonged to Muse B. The room was only lit by an inviting fire place, so of course Muse A enters.

Muse B had been in the study and when he noticed the presence of another in his room, a female at that he turned on his charm and was very surprised that the princess did not fall for him, but instead rejected his attempts. This continued on for for a while until both Muse A and B's parents along with Muse A's sister found them. It was then both of them realized who the other was.

Muse A and Muse B had met multiple times after that and she still wasn't attracted to his charm. Then one day Muse A and her sister along with Muse B along with his best friend and guards went out in the forest to trail ride. Muse A went a little slower than the others on her horse, so if course she fell behind. Unluckily clouds began to form and a clap of thunder sounded, spooking her horse which caused her to fall off and become unconscious as her horse galloped away in fright. After the others had arrived at their destination and the storm was starting they began to worry for Muse A. Muse B offers to go and look for her and finds her after an hour of searching unconscious near a small river. Muse B's family had a small cottage in the woods, which would be quicker to get to and Muse A was injured and needed it get out of the rain. The prince carefully moves the princess onto his horse and and takes her to the cottage which would have no ine but them inside.

The next morning Muse A wakes up to familiar surroundings, and to her horror only has her underclothes on and is with Muse B. She quickly asks him what happens, but before he can answer a clap of thunder sounds and ends up scaring Muse A who then clings onto Muse B due to her fear of storms and gets a laugh in response. Once Muse A let's go of him, he gives her some if his old clothing to wear so she wouldn't feel exposed and they begin to talk, starting of with Muse A asking Muse B what had happened to her. The two of them are stuck there for another day because the storm continued. During that short time they had both developed feelings for the other.

what happens when they have to return if they return at all? will the prince marry his new "crush"'s sister and forget about the princess he had grown to love? or will the two find a way to be together?

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marvel steve/bucky x oc plot

Post by 76heart » Wed May 09, 2018 1:15 am

[1940s then modern(marvel) // one character each per time period // side characters // romance and action // steve(or bucky) x oc]
Muse A was a young women who witnessed something HYDRA wanted to keep secret. Steve Rogers was sent to get Muse A and brung her back to base where she would be safe, and to find what she saw. Muse A is found by HYDRA and almost captured but Steve Rogers saves her and takes her to safety. The two stay together at Steve Rogers' army base and begin to develop feelings for each other. Soon a relationship blooms, but Steve Rogers is busy fighting his enemy and getting over his friends death, and Muse A is busy tending to the injured, as she used to be a nurse. After Steve Rogers is frozen Muse A is heart broken, but manages to continue on with her life.

-about seventy years later-

Steve Rogers has been unfrozen and is now living in the present day working for S.H.E.I.L.D. Muse B is the granddaughter of Muse A and shows up one day at Steve Rogers apartment with the news that Muse A has recently passed away and he is invited to attend the funeral. After the funeral Muse B and Steve Rogers begin to visit each other, trying to help them get over their shared loss. Slowly but surely Steve Rogers starts starts to fall for Muse B, she looks so much like the first women he ever loved, but she has her own personality and it intrigues him. Muse B had already fallen for the super soldier, and the pair end up starting a relationship.

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don't know what to call this plot

Post by 76heart » Wed May 09, 2018 1:16 am

[present time // one or two chars each // possible side characters // romance, travel, family // mxf works best, fxf possible]
Muse A is a single father with a three year old child. After his child was born the mother left him with their kid and ever since the father has been raising his child alone. Muse B is a young adult who has had problems with her family and has anxiety. Muse B has been traveling around the world since she turned twenty, and is taking jobs where she is staying at the time.

On one of Muse B's travels she runs into Muse A and they start talking and hit it off. Muse A doesn't introduce Muse B to his child until after they have known each other work a week because he is afraid she will treat him differently because he is a father. Muse B adores his child after being introduced which gives Muse A huge relief. When it's almost time for Muse B to go to her next destination she invites her new friend, Muse A and his child along. She the two spend more time together Muse A develops feelings for Muse B, but she has no clue of the feelings. Little does Muse A know that Muse B has had feelings for them before she invites them along on her travels.

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  • When she had remained in the community she was fairly isolated at times. She didn't like to follow the rules and being different set her further from everyone else and would sometimes cause the very problems and conflicts the people in charge didn't want. Becoming the receiver had further removed her from the social aspect of her life concerning those around her. She had seen things they hadn't, knew the horrors of the world and the good that they had all eliminated. Once she had seen that she couldn't un see, and the games she had grown up playing weren't just little harmless things, they were child's play based on war and guns and other things that no one else could understand. The simple finger guns on the playgrounds during recess and the 'pew' noises weren't silly things of a kids creation like they though, no, they were undoubtably based on the fighting that had continuously occurred within large spans of time somewhere in the world before their home, and probably elsewhere in the world. When she had tried to break it up they looked at her with fear and confusion and avoided her for some time afterward. She had been an outcast and at first when she had been all alone apart from her teacher in the knowings of how things should be she would spend hours in her secret place crying. Erinn was strong, she could handle it but there were points where it all got to much and she needed to get away. Returning home several days in a row with tears had also been an isolation from her family, and the cause of her morning injections and pills to keep out emotions. She had stopped taking them however after her real father told her to stop, but she couldn't let them know she had. She had to use an apple or something like that to make it seem to her unit and leader that she wasn't disobeying that all important rule.

    For a moment the crimson ooze sticking their hands hands together felt warm, but then as the solidifying liquid met the cold it froze, chilling their hands and glueing them together. She didn't want the blood from the cut seeping between their hands from the thin trickle of it still leaving the cut, but if he didn't mind she would try to ignore it. The trail it followed was her fault, she had tried to rinse it with snow and covering it with her hand which melted the snow and along with that spread the blood out further. It had since dried, but what was still leaving followed the tinted trail down her arm. Her arm felt frozen in the places of the wet fluid and it was hard for her to resist the urge of rubbing her arm to try and warm it. It wasn't like she couldn't do it, more like it would cause her unbearable pain that she couldn't endure for long. Her fingers were mostly feeling numb from the cold and wetness drying on them, and the area around the cut she couldn't feel, but inside the cut was not something she wanted to find out. She had just found someone and she wasn't going to loose them by fainting and possibly being left in the snow to die. The injury however did help grant her more trust in the man, she was weak, wounded, and dying and he wasn't doing anything to harm her. He appeared to be trying to help her and that was a relief. He was stronger than her and probably knew the area, she wouldn't survive if he attacked. Just being around the stranger was a risk, but he hadn't shown her an ounce of being that wasn't kind or a motion that urged her not to take the risk. Erinn trusted him even though it could mean her end.

    Their eyes met for a moment when she raised them up back to his own, but she soon felt his concentration on her own slip away to examine the rest of her features. Briefly her blue orbs glanced over his facial features, taking them in as quickly as she could in the time limit appropriate before it was considered a stare. She was far from the person she had been upon leaving, most routine practices and rules that she followed gone from her mind but there were a few that still lingered in her bank of influential memories. One of those was staring, it was considered rude and a cause if conflict where she was from, and although she did not mind being stared at, she did not want to be the one to stare and possibly bring someone discomfort. She didn't want to upset the stranger who had pulled her into the light where they now stood. Despite only knowing him for a few minutes she felt a sense of familiarity and a desire to know him more, something that she generally only felt around someone she had known for around a day. Knowing his name would be helpful, as would his life's story. She was curious but she wouldn't ask now, she didn't want to intrude or ask too much of his private life. That was another guideline she still followed from her own home. The memories hadn't shown her any different and it was all she knew to do on the subject. Asking about personal things outside the telling of feelings was considered invasive and not aloud. Things were different here, they had to be or else he'd be lectured now for grasping her hand, which did mean she didn't have to follow what she once knew.

    While she recalled the memory from deep within her mind there was a moment or so where she didn't really register anything. She had heard his words very well and that automatic action of going deep within her mind and threading the strings of connection when she heard something that sparked a need for the string to be twined. She was good at navigating her thoughts and entering the cabinets of her mind, it was something she often practiced during her time alone, though it was more instinct then practice. When she had a cough and didn't know what to do the first thing she did was consult the memories, flipping through the folders until she found the correct one and pulled it from the door. When she needed to find how to prepare an innocent animal she caught for dinner she would ask the memories for instructions, so naturally when he mentioned monsters and there was no string of connection her immediate reaction was to find it. She didn't enter the memory, that would be dangerous when she wasn't standing, but she read through it's files and gathered what she could from that.
    Her ears returned first, picking up what didn't sound like a good set of words leaving his mouth. Oh, no. that usually wasn't an expression of goodness and it caused her to once again peer around, wondering if one of the beastly creatures had decided to show it's ugly head. Soon a reassurance left him and she eased her worry with that. "We're safe then?" Erinn asked, wanting to make sure she had heard him correctly. She did not believe there were monsters in the form of creatures from myth, but she knew there were metaphorical monsters in humans, she had lived with them, eaten at their tables and followed their customs. It was hard to tell if he mean those beasts or not, but she assumed he did, the mention of them not coming into the light would connect to the child worrying about them in the dark places of her closet and beneath her bed. But something wouldn't let her shake that gnawing feeling that there were monsters here, the same type of creatures she had been trying to escape. That was silly though, and probably just her paranoia talking or the excitement she held at finding another and the worry that things would be no different.

    In their own right the chief elder, her cronies, and anyone who followed or carried out the rules that had been set by the previous elders decades ago were monsters. They had tried to make things perfect by eliminating all imperfections and things that would bring about conflict. Anything that made them human apart from physical attributes had been carefully bred out over many generations, and what could be eliminated was taken care of with a daily pill or needle injected into the skin. Something as wonderful as color had been removed because differing opinions on a favorite color wouldn't be peaceful while with monochrome sight no one could tell, hugs were gone because touching wasn't something everyone liked and would possibly bring about dislike. Everything was the same, everyday was the exact same with maybe a few switches here and there, nothing was different, except the faces; That was what really made them monsters. The children were not cared for by their mothers, they were taken and sent to the nurturers for care, and any babe who proved problematic was put down like an animal and discarded through a shoot for what she hoped was burial. If there were any twins only one could remain, the weaker one, the underdog suffered the same fate as one who was plagued by nightmares and unable to sleep because having two running around with the same face in different families would go against all their work and break it. That would cause trouble, if one twin was confused for the other or if the two started to unravel things together the precious community would begin to fall, and they certainly couldn't have that. Only someone devoid of a heart could kill an innocent child who couldn't defend themselves at all without so much as a second thought or shred of mercy. Those people were monsters and she didn't want to encounter them again, not for awhile.

    At first she just searched his face at his question, trying to gauge if he was serious or not. With a sigh she hesitantly shook her head, she honestly didn't want to see the monsters he could show her, not when she had finally escaped her own and found someplace, someone, better. "Someday maybe, not now though," Erinn exhaled through her mouth, watching the cloud of mist swirl away while she finished the rest of her answer in her mind. "I've only just escaped the human monsters I ran from." Erinn explained, looking away for a moment. She hoped that wouldn't upset him, she didn't want to cause him hurt by declining his offer for the time being, but she couldn't lie to save his feelings, that wasn't how she was. One day perhaps she'd be ready to meet the creatures of the dark he spoke of, but at the present time she wasn't ready. She wanted to spend some time to get to know the man and maybe even figure out what sort of creatures he spoke of, just not now.

    It seemed that walking backwards was a sort of habit of his, or something that just came naturally to him. Whether he mean to do it or not he had a knack for it, she couldn't walk backwards at all without tripping over her feet, especially not while still facing forward like he did. It was helpful to that he knew what he was doing with the talent before righting himself, otherwise she would be worried he'd back the two of them into a fence or trip on something and pull her down with him as he fell. He also appeared to know the streets well, he had to in a way if he lived on them like she expected. There had been a time where she had similar routine actions like walking down a road, but those civilized ones had all left her long ago. For a bit after she escaped she kept waking up from her bed of leaves and twigs that running away had all been a dream and that she was in her comfortable bed back at home, about to brush her teeth and eat breakfast before work. When she opened her eyes however everything came back, none of it was a dream and and she was outside, alone in the wilderness to fend for herself. She had been full of hope and excitement then, but with each realization that she was away crushed what spirit she had a little more each time until she had to desperately cling to what shreds of hope remained. Now that she was in a town those strands of hope were mending and weaving anew, it was coming back.
    His voice startled her out of her thoughts and her blue gaze snapped back over to him. She had been busy thinking about the other people she spotted in the streets and in the windows to notice that he had opened his mouth to speak. She nodded once she registered his words, despite the gazes holding something she new as judgement they didn't seem unfriendly, just wary of the wild girl and the man who was probably a stranger holding her hand. "You're friendly then as well?" Erinn asked innocently, not really thinking on her words. It took her a moment to realize that what she had asked could be seen as offensive and she quickly murmured a hurried apology, though she wasn't sure it was understandable with her rushed words and croaky voice. She could still speak, but she was still regaining her voice and the words she had learned. She used to be able to speak quite well back at her home, but that was all gone now and she wasn't sure if she'd ever reach that height of fluent eloquent speech again.

    Entering a building with a roof over her head get strange at first until she looked around and found familiarity in almost everything. She would be lying if she said she had not missed the luxuries of the house she had left behind despite how much he hated the society it was from. It was a large relief to be back inside and safe from the cold. The building was old and perhaps not the fanciest thing but it was something, and by this point in her life she would have taken a dusty old fishing shake into the middle of a frozen lake. Anything was better than the cold snow or trying to find a dry place ergo sleep each night. She was tired of waking up to a bug or two crawling over her skin with their spindly legs. Being inside felt so good, and what felt even better than that was that she wasn't in there alone and because of that had a chance at a warm shower to truly get clean.
    "It fits you." Erinn told him softly after he told her he made it. She didn't think he built the building, it looked to old for that, but she understood what he meant, or at least had a good guess. He had made his home his home, giving it the amounts of blankets and forms of decorations he had wanted. It was his placing of items and his place to be. She liked it, the amounts of blankets and it's feel also fit the man who wore what she assumed was more than one or two warm items of clothing. He was lucky to have those too, all she had was what she currently wore on her back and what remained of the previous attire in her bag. Most of it was caked in mud or too thin to be of much use apart from bandaging a cut like the one on her arm. The weight of the bag wasn't much anymore, most of it being the book she carried, and it was something she had grown used to, sometimes even escaping her noticed, like it was now. She looked back up to him form the jacket he had placed around her shoulders when he mentioned her bag. Her eyes lit up at the realization and she made a move to take it off. "Oh, right." Erinn breathed, sliding the straps off carefully and pulling the backpack to rest at her side. All the while she took extra care to make sure she didn't get her blood on jacket. He had been generous with the object to even lay it around her form, and she didn't want to ruin it with her bag- if she could even call it that- or cut.
    With another little shift she watched him leave the room and return with medical supplies. She hadn't used them often, but she had carried similar items with her and seen them used back at her home. Generally if she was in need of a bandaid her parents would take care of that for her, but as she got older there were the rare times she needed to do it herself. Those times were few and far between but she knew how, and she also knew that a few bandaids wouldn't do it for the gash, that would need a sort of bandage.

    While she carefully tore the shirt down the line that had already been cut she could feel his eyes watching. If he wondered why she had damaged the article of clothing so easily without any thoughts then she couldn't answer. She didn't know exactly why she had done it, just that it would make things easier to get at the cut if she only had these supplies to use. It would give her more space and just get the garment out of the way. She still had the thread, if he had a needle then she could repair it if need be. It was unlikely he had something like a needle in his home when nothing appeared to be mended with such an item but if she could find so etching thin and sharp like a thorn or needle it would do equally well. She wasn't greedy and would take what she got, even if it wasn't exactly the most ideal substitute. When she was young that may have been different, but not anymore, she could never take what she had for granted again. At the confirmation that he had a shower her eyes flicked towards him hopefully. She hoped he would allow her to use it, right now getting clean was what she wanted more than anything. She was concerned about the running of his nose, though she found it hard to focus on if while the anticipation of clean water running down her skin clouded her mind. She watched him bring his hand to rub at his nose after another sniffled response. She continued to watch as he shifted to the edge of the bed, leaving his cocoon of warmth and dashing up to pull his coat on again.

    Responding to her comment on his eyes running was an absentminded answer on his part. "Are you very cold?" Erinn questioned. It was a silly question and she knew it, but she guessed that was the reason for his face to run. When she got to point of growing very cold to was generally only her nose that ran, seeing his eyes crying was strange and had her worried for a moment before she realized the cause. She hoped he would be alright, he had done so much for her already and she didn't want to cause him more trouble than she already had. Already she had pulled him from his routine and she felt bad for doing so. He turned around to face her and took her freezing hand once more into his own. She wrapped the shaking fingers of her free and around the straps of the bag to take it with her. She had cleaner under clothes inside, and if she was going to take a shower she wanted to change into those once she was out. When she stood the dizziness returned, and she stayed in place for a second or so while she waited for the flashes in her vision to subside. As they walked she heard him mumble something incoherent and she sent him a questioning glance, but when she saw his face he seemed to be deep in thought. She shrugged it off, he probably hadn't known he'd even said something.

    Once his hand left her own to open the bathroom door she sucked in a breath, the anticipation of what would be inside bringing on another moment of blurry eyes. He opened the door to reveal what was inside, and at seeing the shower she let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Thank you." Erinn told him softly. She was so very grateful that the man was going to allow her to use it. The room was small but well kept, soap was a prominent feature and it looked quite neat and tidy. He walked her inside, taking her to the shower and standing her outside of it. She slowly lowered the bag to the floor, the weight of it beginning to hurt her tired frame. Her gaze followed him inside, taking note of the small box on the wall. She had seen something similar before, back where she was from. Turning the dial to the left meant hot, and turning it to the right meant cold, or at least that's what she remembered, and she was sure there were different showers than the ones she had used before. "I know, we had them back where I'm from." Erinn told him softly with a nod, offering up a small smile. She moved closer to the wall when he stepped back and out, trying to give him more space as he did so. She could feel the phantom drops hitting her skin and cleansing her of the wild, and that had her feeling almost unable to wait for it to being.

    Surprise flashed through her blue eyes and settled in her expression as he asked if he could join in the shower. For a moment she looked at him with confused eyes, forgetting the customs were different here. Seeing someone who wasn't in the elderly home without clothes on was forbidden, and suggesting it was even worse. Then she remembered that it wasn't the same case here, and that he wasn't going to get them in trouble. They were alone and it would be fine to do so, though this once she wanted to be by herself. She was self conscious about how she looked under her threadbare clothes, and only having access to wash in the snow and rivers didn't have her completely clean each time. "Just this once I'd like to do it myself." Erinn told him, her cheeks flushing. She hoped he wouldn't take offense to that, she meant none by it and she didn't want to cause more disruption to his routine. "If that's okay of course, this is your home and I don't want to upset you." Erinn added quickly, her words rushing together in her worry that she would upset him. He had been so kind and she didn't want to tarnish it by denying his request when he had so graciously taken her into his home.

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  • There was a prominent difference between Lauryn and Gillian, yet she found herself tied in with both in some form of relationship. With the handmaiden they were friends and had bonded quite quickly and she hoped the platonic attachment was mutual. Concerning Gillian it was more than just a little friendship, they were lovers and having an affair behind her betrothed's back. It was somewhat a relief that she would not have to spend her days with Thomas, she could spend them with either her new friend or the man who had rapidly become something more to her. She of course had Talimere as well, but the pup couldn't talk, he could only listen, and he was too precious to her to take him along with her everywhere in fear of loosing him.

    Despite whatever they were to him the frequent kisses were an assurance and a calming affection to her. She didn't feel alone in those fleeting moments and they were experiences she could share with the man as they came. In general while she was with him she could allow her worries to melt away and feel that blissful ignorance she wanted to feel now more than ever. There were exceptions to that of course, the times where she was worried around him about something regarding the two of them being one. She still wanted to please him and not upset him in anyway if she could help it. Loosing him would be a blow she didn't want to face, and the older man was pleasant company aside from a few times. Things couldn't always be perfect and she knew that.
    As he spoke his tone softened further, and with that she relaxed with a nod. She hoped she hadn't annoyed him with her questions that called for repeating herself to make sure there were no lies in the answer. Elyana did believe him the first times, but asking was something automatic and one she couldn't always stop before going through. She could tell it had frustrated the girl and she guessed the man had the same reaction although he was quite good at hiding it. No matter the case she appreciated that he wasn't expressing any distaste if held any towards her repeated words.

    No answer left his lips as he stood and the worry remained on her expression as he pulled her to her feet and began his affections. She was glad for the closeness and felt disappointment as he pulled further away. Her reply was disregarded but she didn't mind, it had been indecisive and he couldn't decide things for her like he had partially been doing in the past. She was perfectly capable of making her own decisions but there were times where she just didn't know, or something happened to cause a change in her mind and then she didn't know what to do. She still worried that the man would not be taking any enjoyment from the dancing if they did end up doing so, but she supposed they'd never know how it would play out unless they tried.
    A small smile formed on her lips at his answer. He didn't sound exactly enthralled at the prospect of dancing but he didn't sound disgusted either, and if she sensed it was something he really did not want to do once it had started they could always stop. With a sigh she nodded, her mind had been made and she wanted to show him a few steps at the very least, even if it was done by herself. "Then I can try to teach you." Elyana told him, trying to sound more sure of her answer. His hand dropped and he took a gentle hold of her own as she followed his gaze down to their grasped hands. Just that little touch helped to ease her, as did most of his actions. She trusted him and because of that he could calm her easily, and it helped that she was starting to know him more than she had at their first meeting a mere few days ago.

    Her grin was mimicked by Gillian and in response she could only feel hers grow larger. She liked his smiles and smirks despite the possible things they could convey, and she liked even more that she could be the cause of them. She smiled often, genuine grins that is and not forced ones she sometimes put up to hide a worry. While she thought, trying to picture another smile of his own her thumb absentmindedly brushed against his hand like his sometimes did, though it stopped when he spoke in a jest. "Would you like more after?" Elyana questioned, her own tone a teasing one. Although her question was merely a jested response she was also partially serious, after they attempted some dancing she would be more than happy to send him a bonus reward and get him some fine wines to drink. Soon she felt his hand slip from her grasp when he move closer and instead feeling it move onto her hips. Her eyes closed for a moment at the feeling. The encouragement in his next words caused her to pause for a few moments to think, her eyes remaining shut. She didn't know what he wanted exactly, she could guess but she could not know the exact thing he was thinking of until it was somehow expressed. What she did know however was a few things she had done previously that he had liked.

    When her eyes opened she lay her hands just above his elbows, letting them slowly trail up his arms, finger tips tracing patterns on his robe as they moved upwards to stop and then shift onto his chest. "To be your filthy little bird?" Elyana suggested wrly, her fingers carefully pulling her hands upward to rest on his shoulders. "A kiss?" Elyana offered, her form leaning closer. She stopped millimeters away from his lips, her eyelids fluttering shut as she waited a brief second and then pressed her lips to his in a kiss. She didn't know if that was what he warned but she hoped it would suffice. Her teeth grazed his bottom lip as she pulled away, finishing just before his gaze fell and he turned away from her to survey the room. He exhaled a breath through his nose and then turned to back to face her. Silence had overtaken the room again, the only sound being the pup's claws sounding on the floor as he made his rouges about the chamber. Her gaze momentarily fell on the creature, a fond look taking over her expression.

    Suddenly he spoke up, shattering the quiet and stepping toward her hesitantly. She noticed the hesitance, and she hoped he wasn't worried about what was to come. He had sounded impatient to start and she would keep that in mind. His hand wrapped around her waist as he came closer and for a few moments she forgot completely about her desire to dance, replacing it with a want to stay in his arms the way he currently held her. Her grin grew confident at his confirmation, his expression was soft and she could feel him relax. He watched her closely and she took that time to decide on what she would be showing him. It would be something simple, she knew that, and something that would enable her to lead.
    Gently she grasped the hand that lay on her hip, wrapping her fingers around the appendage and beginning to move it off her person. She stepped away, keeping her movements simple as she slowly raised their hands between them once she was standing off to the side. Elyana unfurled their entwined hands with a great deal of care not to hurt him in the process of getting their hands palm to palm. "Have you seen this dance before?" Elyana asked softly, her gaze flicking back to him. The pose they currently were in would hopefully ring some bell in his bank of memories and bring one forward. It was one she had commonly seen and mainly consisted of simple turns. It would be easy to teach and easier to learn, or it seemed to be one that would merit that simplicity.

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  • Scents of crushed pine and orange wafted through the air, as was common in the east. The pine, as one might expect came from the evergreens and hemlock trees scattered throughout the forested land. The orange, not from a fruit, but from a for tree that emitted the scent when it's thin flat needles were bent and broken in two, allowing the scent to leave. Hoof prints could be seen on the layers of fallen pine needles that strewn the ground under the trees, even the well traveled paths not an exception clear of nature's debris. The only thing that was devoid of the ancient trees left overs were the small clearings around the river. There the earth was was covered in mossy stones and light green moss. In the steams themselves were beds of rock and stepping stones manually placed many years ago to enable better travel. Some were naturally there, but all had been smoothed down by the river flowing against them, and the oldest had some slime covered bottom edges from decades of invisible particles of mud and other things flowing through the water. It was another reason to be extra careful when crossing, apart from the cool streams no one would want to get covered in the long settled dirt they'd disturb by sliding even a foot in. The water rippled around the now nearly perfect shaped ovals of rocks and pebbles as it flowed around them, continuing on it's winding path through the creeks until they met a source. Waterfalls were few but happening across one was likely, as were occasional ponds. There were not oceans surrounding the east, leaving land around the area where other kingdoms lay.

    Those outside kingdoms were why house Harrowway was journeying to the center of their kingdom for a meeting with the other three leading houses. The passing king, of course, was the main reason but not one present in Anya's mind. What circled through her head was that this was her first time acting as the head of her house since her father fell ill, and that she could not disappoint. Her betrothed was coming along and would join her in the meeting, to which she was grateful, William would hopefully keep her from making any fatal mistakes in arguing their stance. Rather than one if the four ruling she felt it best so one different ruled in place of the late king, that way no direction would have extra control over one land. Even if their direct hold on it was given up their ties with it would grant them better knowledge and perhaps even favors for them that the remaining three would not receive. It was hard to remain neutral and not pick favorites when one had lived in an area, especially if they held authority and power. If either, the north, south, or west ascended to the throne it would be unfair to the other three, and that was what she wanted to prevent. Another option she would support if she felt her case was going to fail miserably would be individual kingdoms, but even that would be a bad option. They would be weak small lands trying to learn how to survive on their own after breaking away, and would be easily conquered by a neighboring kingdom if they took noticed and decided they wanted an expansion on their territory. It would be harder to get her points listened too, she was a women born into a world run by men, and she knew all too well she wouldn't be as easily accepted.

    By now most women were married to a husband and having children, but not Anya. Marriage was not a thing on her mind, nor a priority, with Karne on his deathbed he had no say in that affair any longer, and although he had picked the man he could not pick the date she would marry anymore. That was their choice now, and that was how she liked it. The man hadn't been in her life for long, but he was growing on her. He wasn't controlling or abusive, and that's what she had been dreading in a husband. Giving a man sons to provide heirs was another thing that was not a priority, there was no law that said an heir had to be man, like her case it would just as easily be a daughter, she proved that. She was not just some breeder for the next generation or the next, she was her own person and would not let the unspoken norms set by men define her. Eventually children of her own would come into the picture but not in the present, not for a while. Her life was currently unstable, and her mare was as much her child as anything. She had raised Ophelia from a filly, she was a test by her father to prove she had responsibility. The white mare was her friend, a trusted family member who she confided in. It was not rare that the young lady could be found asleep in the mare's stall during the night and early morning before she slipped back inside the stronghold to make everything appear as normal.

    Darken ears perked up as they entered the city, the mare finding herself interested in the new surroundings. Anya trusted the mare well enough to let go of the reins and smooth out her attire. Instead of a dress she wore dark leggings and and a loose white shirt with a borrowed chain mail tunic of her fathers. Her boots were worn and well loved, as demonstrated by the nearly rubbed off soles and faded mud splashes. If someone had expected her to wear a dress to the meeting then they were an idiot, side saddle was uncomfortable as hell and riding normally was much more satisfying and practical. It was possible to wear a dress and ride traditionally but that was wasted effort in her eyes. "Ian, would you watch Ophelia for me while I'm in the meeting? She shouldn't cause you much trouble." Anya asked suddenly, turning to face the horse trainer. Like the servant and her betrothed a knight had also accompanied them. It was nice to have another lady along, and she was especially grateful that lady happened to be the knight. They all rode horses of their own. The breeds were the typical ones found in the east, ones built for speed but stamina and cross country as well. They were mixes of the ideal choices for that like Ophelia. With a sigh she picked the reins up in her hands and glanced down at the cobble streets. They would be there soon, and she'd have to leave her beloved mare for the duration of the meeting she'd rather not attend.

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  • After her question the man seemed to be lost in thought. For some reason the thought of eating seemed to be one he had memories of, and she watched him with her head tilted for a few moments, wondering what could possibly be running through his head, until her gaze moved to the fallen plaster from the walls. While he was thinking she decided it would be a good time to clean up the mess before her dog ate any of it or her land lord found out about the damage and decided to charge her a large amount. Royce stood and walked to the study where she kept a dust pan and small broom. The other cleaning supplies were in the bathroom but she didn't need things like that, it was just dust and small chunks of the wall. Quickly she made her way back and started to clean up the mess, Tucker coming over to investigate. Royce pushed him away gently with her hand and he seemed to get the idea that he wasn't supposed to be there at the moment. Very carefully she took the first load of broken plaster to the waste bin and repeated the same step with the second and final pieces and dust. Now all she needed to find was a painting of some sort to cover that until she could get it fixed, but she didn't worry about that for the time being now that things were picked up.

    Finally when Bucky answered it was now the one she had been hoping for. Because he was taking so long with his thoughts she had guessed a yes would be more likely, but even if it was that was not the response he gave. "Fine, but I'm going to leave out a snack in case you change your mind." Royce told him, sighing. She just didn't understand why he wouldn't accept anything to eat, he could take it with him as he kept watch, she didn't mind. It was growing quite hard for her to not ask him why he wasn't letting her help him in frustration but that would probably drive him away, and she'd feel bad for doing that. Slowly she made her way to the kitchen, pulling a few snack like things out of the cabinets and placing them on the counter in case he wanted something later. She was also tempted to leave out a glass of water but he could do that himself if he wanted to, may as well leave that be.

    When she looked back at him he had given another shake of his head, almost as if he was reinforcing his previous answer. Royce wanted to talk with him but he didn't look like he was in a mood to be open, her chance of talking with him like she had before the women barged in was over now, and she felt a bit sad about that. He had opened up which must have been hard for him to do and now both of them were in danger. She guessed that he blamed himself, he had said Felicity was right before she left, and she wished she could convince him otherwise but his mind was not easy to change. She leaned on the counter for a moment, watching him, before she turned and went back to sit on the couch. She pulled her knees to her chest, not quite knowing what to do.

    Tucker had gone over to Bucky, concerned for him like his owner was. Gently he nudged the man's hand with his snout, knowing that he could make a Royce better and that he could try the same with Bucky. He licked the mans hand lightly, then walked over to his toy back. He came back to stand in front of the man excitedly, holding a toy in his mouth with his tail wagging expectantly. It was one of those toys where the dog pulled on one end and the human or another dog pulled on the other.

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leannora anne-marie stark, better known as lena is a natural brunette but she often has her hair dyed different colors such as blue and purple. her current hair color is a dark and light turquoise. lena has a couple of piercings, though as of late she doesn't wear them much or at all. her skin is a pale color due to her spending most of her time indoors where she feels more comfortable.

lena loves to play video games and spend time with her beloved pets. she can be a bit nerdy and geeky at times and likes to craft things and build mechanisms like her father tony stark, or iron man which annoys her mother pepper because both her husband and daughter are off doing their own things. lena is bisexual, though she leans more towards guys and tends to keep this a secret since she doesn't know how her parents and family friends will react; which is a main reason she keeps to herself most if the time and is more attached to animals than most people.

she has five pets in total, three cats, a turtle, and a snake. her cats are felix, zahra, and arkane. her turtle and snake are called alfred and siviper.

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