Drabbles OoO
Oh my gooood... I actually wrote stuff. O.O
These are about characters eternalfayt and I created. X3 I love them! *holds up Santino, Rhiannon, and Azazel* They're just so cool. X3
No one would really guess why she would choose Santino. There could be many reasons.
For one, Santino wasn't hard to look at. In fact, he may as well be one of the most good-looking men around. He was handsome with his curly black hair, smiling violet eyes, tanned olive skin, and tall, toned physique. The result of good genes and too much time outside, he had said once in a rather teasing tone that had made her smile, amused for some reason.
For another, he was a man of the world: charismatic, intelligent, and worldly. He had travelled far and wide, almost always on the go with an exotic destination in mind, always with queries and curiosity about everything and anything. He was well-read, well-versed, and fluently spoke five languages and still thirsting for more knowledge and discoveries.
She had had many conversations with him about different topics ranging from mundane royal life to the shared existence of man and being more powerful than they. They had argued, but never really fought outright. They can talk about anything, absolutely anything.
They had been to some places together, enjoying the scenery and each others pleasant company. While being extremely careful, they were still able to go places. How they managed that she never really knew, but it happened. No one suspected them or probably never believed it to be true.
They had shared a bed, touches, kisses, and pleasure. He knew what she liked as she knew what he desired. To say that Santino was a fantastic lover would even be considered a gross understatement.
There were many reasons why she would choose Santino, but at the core of it, there was really only one.
Beautiful, beloved Santino was hers and hers alone and that in itself was enough.
And this one is long! XD I'm so proud of myself! Hee.
Damn her.
It was a mantra that Azazel, First Prince and Heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Alastor, had taken up as he watched his wife, the incomparable Princess Rhiannon, sit in at his meeting with the ambassadors from a nearby kingdom.
It was a very important meeting, one that begged for political delicacy and royal appearances. Imagine his rage when he found his wife lazing about in their shared common room, drinking wine and whiling the morning away. It was much too early for her spirits and they had company to meet.
The fire of hate in those bewitching hazel green eyes barely scorched him when he told her to get herself out of hs sight to get ready. He was used to it. She only looked at him with those eyes most of the time. He didn't really blame her and he really didn't care.
They had been joined in a farce of a marriage and they had no choice about it. They had made it clear that they held nothing, but mutual dislike for each other the first time they met and they hadn't even been engaged then. It was by intervention of two insane fathers that they were wed and thus they considered it a false marriage. They never honored it and only acted as man and wife before the eyes of the world. In private, they avoided each other at all costs and minded their own business.
Not that Rhiannon did anything important, as far as Azazel knew, and thus she would always be available to entertain with him. She had no excuse.
And he almost wished she did when he saw her emerge from her room.
He knew Rhiannon was beautiful. It was the first thing that crossed his mind when he first saw her and before she opened her mouth. While her sister Gael was graceful, lithe, and pretty, she had an altogether different allure. She was tall, full-figured, and intense. There was a wild, powerful beauty about her, in her loose dark hair, fiery hazel green eyes, and confident air. She reminded him of an Amazon and she almost struck him down with her words when she opened that luscious mouth of hers.
She was beautiful, regal, and even queen-like when she just stood still. She was the same when she started talking, but he found her infuriating when she did. Yet there she was, looking every inch like his future queen. She looked perfect and enviable at this arm. During functions, she dressed and held herself like it mattered to her that she was his wife and future queen. She dressed to please him and acted like he was her world.
Their act was infallible and most of the time, he almost found himself believing it. It was especially hard when she was so close, smelling of sweet, subtle perfume and warm and curvy against him. Her smile was always his at those times, like they belonged to no other, as was her touch along his arm and the caress of her words.
"Is there anything you need, my love?"
"I'm right here, love."
"I thank you, but my place is with my husband..."
And now here she was, making the negotiations easier for everyone. With a bewitching smile, witty banter, and regal beauty coupled with her abundance of rational intelligence, she was able to sway the ambassadors to their side. She did it with such grace and intelligence, she not only regaled and impressed the ambassadors, but him as well.
Looking at her then made him feel all sorts of things from the usual resentment and detachment. He was proud, amazed, distracted, and besotted.
He was his wife and she gives such a great show.
And what a show she presents...
Smiling hazel green eyes turned to him then, locking their gazes and he saw something there that made something stir in him. He didn't know what it was, but it made him feel like nothing he felt before. It was a very stirring need and want for the woman who was supposed to be his wife, but wasn't beyond ceremony and name.
He tried hard not to frown and immediately quashed the want, the need.
He cannot feel that for her.
Not her.
Damn you, Rhiannon...
May I write more! X3
I'm hungry! Where my pizzaaaa??
These are about characters eternalfayt and I created. X3 I love them! *holds up Santino, Rhiannon, and Azazel* They're just so cool. X3
No one would really guess why she would choose Santino. There could be many reasons.
For one, Santino wasn't hard to look at. In fact, he may as well be one of the most good-looking men around. He was handsome with his curly black hair, smiling violet eyes, tanned olive skin, and tall, toned physique. The result of good genes and too much time outside, he had said once in a rather teasing tone that had made her smile, amused for some reason.
For another, he was a man of the world: charismatic, intelligent, and worldly. He had travelled far and wide, almost always on the go with an exotic destination in mind, always with queries and curiosity about everything and anything. He was well-read, well-versed, and fluently spoke five languages and still thirsting for more knowledge and discoveries.
She had had many conversations with him about different topics ranging from mundane royal life to the shared existence of man and being more powerful than they. They had argued, but never really fought outright. They can talk about anything, absolutely anything.
They had been to some places together, enjoying the scenery and each others pleasant company. While being extremely careful, they were still able to go places. How they managed that she never really knew, but it happened. No one suspected them or probably never believed it to be true.
They had shared a bed, touches, kisses, and pleasure. He knew what she liked as she knew what he desired. To say that Santino was a fantastic lover would even be considered a gross understatement.
There were many reasons why she would choose Santino, but at the core of it, there was really only one.
Beautiful, beloved Santino was hers and hers alone and that in itself was enough.
And this one is long! XD I'm so proud of myself! Hee.
Damn her.
It was a mantra that Azazel, First Prince and Heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Alastor, had taken up as he watched his wife, the incomparable Princess Rhiannon, sit in at his meeting with the ambassadors from a nearby kingdom.
It was a very important meeting, one that begged for political delicacy and royal appearances. Imagine his rage when he found his wife lazing about in their shared common room, drinking wine and whiling the morning away. It was much too early for her spirits and they had company to meet.
The fire of hate in those bewitching hazel green eyes barely scorched him when he told her to get herself out of hs sight to get ready. He was used to it. She only looked at him with those eyes most of the time. He didn't really blame her and he really didn't care.
They had been joined in a farce of a marriage and they had no choice about it. They had made it clear that they held nothing, but mutual dislike for each other the first time they met and they hadn't even been engaged then. It was by intervention of two insane fathers that they were wed and thus they considered it a false marriage. They never honored it and only acted as man and wife before the eyes of the world. In private, they avoided each other at all costs and minded their own business.
Not that Rhiannon did anything important, as far as Azazel knew, and thus she would always be available to entertain with him. She had no excuse.
And he almost wished she did when he saw her emerge from her room.
He knew Rhiannon was beautiful. It was the first thing that crossed his mind when he first saw her and before she opened her mouth. While her sister Gael was graceful, lithe, and pretty, she had an altogether different allure. She was tall, full-figured, and intense. There was a wild, powerful beauty about her, in her loose dark hair, fiery hazel green eyes, and confident air. She reminded him of an Amazon and she almost struck him down with her words when she opened that luscious mouth of hers.
She was beautiful, regal, and even queen-like when she just stood still. She was the same when she started talking, but he found her infuriating when she did. Yet there she was, looking every inch like his future queen. She looked perfect and enviable at this arm. During functions, she dressed and held herself like it mattered to her that she was his wife and future queen. She dressed to please him and acted like he was her world.
Their act was infallible and most of the time, he almost found himself believing it. It was especially hard when she was so close, smelling of sweet, subtle perfume and warm and curvy against him. Her smile was always his at those times, like they belonged to no other, as was her touch along his arm and the caress of her words.
"Is there anything you need, my love?"
"I'm right here, love."
"I thank you, but my place is with my husband..."
And now here she was, making the negotiations easier for everyone. With a bewitching smile, witty banter, and regal beauty coupled with her abundance of rational intelligence, she was able to sway the ambassadors to their side. She did it with such grace and intelligence, she not only regaled and impressed the ambassadors, but him as well.
Looking at her then made him feel all sorts of things from the usual resentment and detachment. He was proud, amazed, distracted, and besotted.
He was his wife and she gives such a great show.
And what a show she presents...
Smiling hazel green eyes turned to him then, locking their gazes and he saw something there that made something stir in him. He didn't know what it was, but it made him feel like nothing he felt before. It was a very stirring need and want for the woman who was supposed to be his wife, but wasn't beyond ceremony and name.
He tried hard not to frown and immediately quashed the want, the need.
He cannot feel that for her.
Not her.
Damn you, Rhiannon...
May I write more! X3
I'm hungry! Where my pizzaaaa??