26 ♐ Video ♐ This is how you romance

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[Backdated to Sunday]

[Locked from Summoner and the eyes of children]

-I'll kill you, I swear it, you reject of slurry, you waste of genetic material. I will kill you and break your horns off and wear them as earrings you- [There's a loud crash, Mindfang having attempted to throw herself at the other blue blood, fury in her eyes only to be pulled to the side by some force and slammed into a desk.] FUCK YOU! I will destroy you Expatriate, I will show you what a piece of hoofbeast manure you are, what a runt of a barkbeast pup you are and I will shatter every bone in your body I, I... I will- [This goes on, a lovely background noise for all. Someone cover the ears of children pls.]

[Darkleer, in the meanwhile, seems to be quite calm. In fact, one could almost call him smug as he watches Mindfang in her fury. Then again, maybe it's the outfit that's caught so much of his attention. Anyone who knows Kanaya Maryam's work in fashion might be able to see her influence in the stunning dress, a lovely mixture of Victorian style and French Rococo. There is most certainly a corset involved. There's even some lovely jewelry around her neck! Nice, isn't it?]

[He reaches up as if to rest his fingers by his temple, glasses still on, and the Marquise seems to stiffen, body clearly being forced into straightening out. Just as stiffly, she seems to reach for a teapot so that she can pour a cup. There is a clear inner struggle in her fighting against something- it is quite possible that she wants to toss the pot at his head.]

[Darkleer just starts to speak.]

Isn't it amazing what a bath and a change of clothing can accomplish? While bestowed with a lovely title such as Marquise, our dear Lady Spinneret Mindfang was nothing but a ragged, crude, disgusting little pirate wench. Now she looks as a proper highblood should. [A tsk.] Alas, she is still merely a cerulean blood and must care for her betters.

That said, would anyone care to visit for a cup of tea? [He gives a smirk.] I am certain the good Marquise would adore serving some more.

[Mindfang gives him a clearly furious look at this, her hand tightening on the teapot and god does she want to hit him with it. But instead her arm just gently puts the teapot down, Mindfang slowly turning a shade of blue]

You mother fucking bucket slut, I am going to choke you with your hair, you will never see anyother moonrise, I will slaughter you and use your teeth as bullets you wiggler-

[There's a hard kick aimed at the table and yet again Mindfang attempts to attack him]

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[shesapir8]

[She'll have her vengeance. Soon enough. She's not a woman to forget such a thing, and even his moan doesn't get her to settle. She prefers it when he struggles to keep the sound in, when she's in control.]

Shut up.

[There's a smear of his blood next to her lip but it doesn't matter because soon enough her own is welling up from the cuts he makes. And she feels the sting, feels her blood boil and growls, tearing harshly at his hair and biting back harder]

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[Just more mocking laughter before he grips her derriere extra tight and kisses her just as roughly as she's done all those times before when it's been her game. It's a thrill to rub this all in her face.]

[shesapir8]

[who the fuck uses the word derriere oh the mother you are so fucking lame Darkleer, lame lame lame, have and extra hard bite back for that, one of her small feet stamping down on his, Mindfang aiming for the ankle]

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[Shut up it is a totally classy word okay]

[At her foot pressing down against his ankle, he sinks to one knee, but it seems to be fairly willingly, and he doesn't stop chuckling at her.]

Can't handle someone bigger than you, Marquise?

[shesapir8]

[Lame as fuck]

[His shift helps at least, putting them at a more even height, Mindfang's teeth still bared as she stares him down]

Oh I can handle so much more then you could ever give me, darling.

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You can't seem to handle that dress.

[He stares back, still smirking.]

[shesapir8]

It's impractical. The skirts are ridiculous, and the corset only hinders. My shape is fine without it, and without it if I get knocked into water I'm not going to drown.

[Haughty sniff] Excuse me for being practical.

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It's a laugh to hear you talk about practical, with that ridiculous hat you liked to wear sometimes.

[shesapir8]

That hat was amazing and even if it was a pain to put on sometimes at least it wouldn't kill me if I fell overboard.

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I'm sure one could find a way to kill you with it.

[shesapir8]

But the hat itself won't kill me if left alone, idiot.

[Huff] Should put you in one of these fuckers and see how you feel. Feel like my bloodpusher is going to spill out of my throat.

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I've already been in one, it was exhilarating.

...Ah. [Damn you, truth curse!]

[shesapir8]

...Ah.

[Just. Silent.

And then, yes that is her trying to get out of this dress. She's gunna get out of this dress, then this corset and then she's going to see just how exhilarating this can be.

Of course this would be easier if the dress wasn't designed for someone else to do up.]

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Mmm.

[Yeaaaaah.]

[It's a good thing she starts to do something, because even that was one awkward silence he wasn't sure how to handle! Her starting to undress at least gets his attention.]

What are you doing? No, stop that.

[shesapir8]

[She will rip this to pieces if she must, words don't do much to stop her from trying]

You're not my boss! And what does it look like, idiot?

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That is a very excellent dress I worked hard to acquire, don't you ruin it!

[Gonna make a grab for them arms]

[shesapir8]

You put it on me, it's now mine to do as I please to.

[A cackle, and she twists, tryng to avoid his arms by using her agility against his strength and greater reach.]

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You burn all your nice clothes, practically, this is not firewood!

[He still does his best to try and get a hold of her. Stupid agile spidertrolls!]

[shesapir8]

I do not, I just burn stupidly constricting ones!

[He actually succeeds in catching an arm, though all that means is she starts attempting to kick his shins, her skirts making it difficult]

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You burn anything that makes you look like a halfway decent example of trollkind instead of some miscreant!

[Yeah have fun with that, Mindfang, the kicks are kind of ineffective. Darkleer will gloat on that later, believe you me.]