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Topics - Lirielle Pond

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Shahllene Province / Shadows
« on: June 19, 2019, 09:33:03 PM »
@Bismark

She shouldn’t have sent Aria and Nicai away. She shouldn’t have sent anyone away. She’d thought she wanted to be alone, but now that she was, she saw shadows everywhere — shadows that looked like him, with fingers reaching out toward her. She whimpered, pulling the blanket up to her chin and trying to get the nerve to close her eyes. She couldn’t do it, not when she kept seeing images in her vision.

She knew she needed to call for someone, but she felt so very guilty about monopolizing so much of their time lately. They didn’t have a chance to do anything other than sit with her, and she knew they had plenty to do — especially to pick up the slack where she was failing her court because she couldn’t bring herself to leave her room.

The land needed her, but the idea of going outside was too intimidating. What if he came back? She couldn’t go out into the open, not where she might be attacked. She had to stay inside, where she was safe.

Mostly safe.

The soft shine of witchlight provided her with enough to see her surroundings, but there were still shadows, so many shadows… And there she was, back to those shadows.

She didn’t want to be alone anymore. She had never really wanted to be alone. She needed someone there with her. Aria, Nicai, Mihail, their mother… Bryson. Guilt rose in her at the thought of her first escort, who had tried so desperately to keep her safe, only to end up hurt. And he was so hurt he couldn’t even come see her. Aria had made it clear that it was under her orders, but it didn’t make her feel any better. It made her feel worse. She wanted to go to him, to hug him and feel that he was safe with her.

She wanted to be more, to be better, but every time she thought about leaving the room… She got out of bed anyway, hugging her arms against her chest, and she bit her lip as she took a step toward the door. One step after another — good, she was moving, she was doing it.

Except the idea of even touching the doorknob scared her to death, and she stopped, freezing halfway between the bed and the door. Her breathing came hard and fast, and she couldn’t go back but she couldn’t go forward either. Finally, she collapsed onto the floor right where she was, drawing her knees against her chest and burying her face against them as she started to cry.

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Shahllene Province / Shattered [CW]
« on: June 06, 2019, 02:01:34 PM »
CW for rape. Open for @Bismark to join or will remain a solo thread

This had been her friend.

The sweaty, grunting creature above her had been her friend for as long as she’d known him, and here he was, sending her deeper and deeper into despair. She cried and struggled and begged, knowing full well it wouldn’t do anything but incite the man as prey responses but unable to help herself. She’d tried to calm him, but all attempts to soothe him had been for naught. Then…

Then Dustan had hurt her First Escort, the man who had taken care of her on so many occasions. She didn’t even know if he was still alive, and she couldn’t go to him to check. He had lain in a senseless heap, still reaching out for her, when Dustan had stolen her away into his chambers. She’d been frantic with worry, but even that had faded as the reality of her situation had set in.

Other women dealt with this, with men in rut, and they survived it. They came out in one piece, dealing with it like the strong witches they were. But she wasn’t one of them. She’d always been a little skittish, a little shy, and she’d only been with two men. One, she'd named her First Escort. And the other she trusted so deeply... she’d named him her Master of the Guard.

Now, she really wasn’t getting pleasure out of it. It hurt, and the more she tried to resist, the more he snarled at her and dug his fingers into her skin. His fingernails broke the skin on her wrists, her arms, her hips, as he’d held her still with little more effort than he might’ve used to scruff a kitten. And she’d seen glimpses of him, of her friend, but she’d shied away from him. She couldn’t see him as Dustan. He was only a Warlord Prince, a beast in his most primal form.

When her attempts to physically break free failed, her mind took over. It dragged her down, into the psychic realm where she was free of him, but it chased her deeper and darker until she didn’t think she’d ever escape it. She struggled against it, fighting harder and harder… then she’d felt it. She’d gone too far. She’d pushed too hard. And her Purple Dusk splintered and broke, leaving her trapped within her mind as the grief overwhelmed her.

Time passed. She didn’t know how long, and she didn’t care; she could only feel the man using her like she was nothing at all. She was a Queen! Maybe not an experienced one, not really, but she was still a witch worthy of respect and care. She’d always been treated so delicately, with her friends there to support her… but now? Now, she was all alone, and she was keenly aware of how weak she was on her own. She’d always thought it was a strength, the ability to surround herself with people who offset her weaknesses, but now she knew better.

Her friends could turn on her too, but she had to rely on them even more if she wanted to stay safe. But they weren’t here. They were out of her reach, and her First Escort… Her heart ached in the moments she emerged from her self-made prison. Was he even…

Eternity passed. Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Centuries. Eternity. She lay there, the Warlord Prince snoring in her ear, and she stared up at the ceiling like it contained the answers — like it could un-break her precious jewel of her offering.

Like it could un-break her.

Then she felt a warm hand on her arm, but before she could scream — but what’s the use of even screaming? — she heard the urgent voice, and it took her a moment to recognize it even as the scream died in her throat.

”Lirielle,” her First Escort’s voice whispered in her ear. She couldn’t see him, but he’d always excelled with sight shields. ”Shh, Liri. Careful now. I’m going to get you out of here.”

Dustan made a noise in his sleep and turned, and Lirielle froze. Her heart pounded, raced, and she let out a little whine. He shushed her again, and she nodded slightly, trying to gather herself enough to wriggle free of the Warlord Prince’s grip. With a sigh, he held her more tightly, and tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes. He wasn’t going to let her go. She wasn’t going to be able to get out of this.

But her First Escort waited patiently, and the next time Lirielle sought to get free, she was able to slowly pull herself from the Warlord Prince’s arms. She almost sobbed in relief, but she was all too aware of how quiet she’d need to be. Arms crushed her in an embrace, and suddenly she could see her First Escort as he enveloped her in his sight shield. He looked horrible, worse than her, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from gasping.

”Let’s go,” he mouthed to her, slowly walking toward the door and leading her gently beside him. She stopped long enough to gather up her dress, her face burning with humiliation as she covered herself with it as best she could, and she followed his lead as he passed through the wall. Thankfully, Dustan hadn’t shielded it, or she’d have been in even more trouble.

Once out of the bedroom, she put on her dress, whimpering as she disturbed her injuries, but she heeded her First Escort’s warning look. She would have time to break down later on. For now, they needed to go. Neither of them was in good condition, and they helped one another to the door beneath the shield. Her feet were bare, and she felt raw inside and out, but she forced herself to focus on one thing.

Escape.

Most of it passed in a blur. She didn’t remember much of the travel, beyond the fact that she clung to her Escort like her life depended on it — and maybe it did. She didn’t let go of him, and he stroked her hair and back and murmured soft, soothing sounds to her.

When they arrived home, she clutched his arm, and again they helped one another out of the carriage and into her court. There, everything descended into madness and chaos. She blinked, and her Master of the Guard was there. She blinked again, and he was replaced by her Court Healer. Then her Court Seer was there, too, and they were gently leading her to a bath. Only her most trusted friends were there, and she broke down in their arms. Every time they tried to leave her alone, she panicked all over again, clutching them hard until they left someone with her at all times.

Her Healer gave her something to drink, and there came blissful sleep — but it wasn’t truly blissful at all, because she was trapped in nightmares she couldn’t wake from. When she finally fought to open her eyes, it was dark, and she was sobbing all over again. Her Seer — her friend of so many years — was immediately at her side, but Lirielle refused the potion she tried to give her despite reassurances that it wouldn’t make her sleep.

She refused the food, too, refused all but the tea because she knew what it was despite how delicately they put it. That, she choked down out of necessity, then… Then she finally spoke for the first time since returning home. ”Mihail? Where… where is he?”

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