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Post by Tosca on Mar 31, 2007 7:27:24 GMT 9.5
And now it was Vortigern's turn to hesitate. The familiar flicker creased his brow, his mouth twisting in a slight grimace. When he responded, it was to continue the semantics, again turning the question on Mab. "If I was wrong... what does it matter?" He offered, with a very slight half-smile.
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Post by himiko on Mar 31, 2007 7:37:33 GMT 9.5
Mab couldn't help but smile to herself.
"Perhaps not," she agreed, allowing the mocking tone back into her voice, "Though I can't imagine what was on your mind to make you jump to such conclusions about my intentions." She allowed herself a soft laugh, "So much for your mind constantly being on your war."
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Post by Mab Rox on Mar 31, 2007 7:41:16 GMT 9.5
*bursts out laughing at the topic and himiko's slogan* OK, better now. ---
"Mab," he said, drawing close. She closed her eyes, allowing a thrill to run through her--not because she felt any attraction to the man, but because she could feel his power, and she knew how to make it hers. "Vortigern," she replied. There was a long pause.
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Post by EarlyBird on Mar 31, 2007 7:45:40 GMT 9.5
She looked at him nervously, he reached out a hand to stroked her hair. She was frightened, this was all happening too fast. Vortigern was never this forward, he cupped her chin smiling "What would you do if i did this...?" he whispered pressing his cold lips against her.
(couldn't resist haha).
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Post by himiko on Mar 31, 2007 8:44:10 GMT 9.5
What did my sloganizer say, Mab Rox? ----
Mab froze for a moment. She hadn't expected Vortigern to be that forward with her upon her first attempt. But then, she could work that to her advantage...
Forcing down the urge to slap Vortigern across the face, Mab forced herself to remain perfectly still for a moment, neither fighting against or responding to Vortigern's cold embrace. She forced her expression back to coldness and stepped backwards, breaking the contact between them, and stared at the man facing her with features cold enough to give her own a run for their money.
Perhaps pulling away from the kiss hadn't been wise, but then, Mab wasn't planning to go to all this trouble simply to become one of Vortigern's conquests. The thought made her shudder. No, power was not to be gained simply by sleeping with the king, but by forcing him to want her enough to chase her. Let him think her unobtainable for the moment, let him come to her. When he did, then she would truly be able to start expanding her hold over him.
She realised that she was balancing on a knife edge, between not letting Vortigern get too close, too quickly, and pushing him away altogether. She just hoped she hadn't blown her chances completely.
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Post by ladygiry on Mar 31, 2007 8:50:49 GMT 9.5
"You have some nerve, Vortigern," was all she said, choosing her words carefully so as to sound cold and annoyed, but not to outright offend.
"Do I now?" He responded, looking so very amused that she wanted nothing more than to slap the smirk right off of his face.
She only glowered at him in silence, her beautiful alabaster features set in a stony, emotionless expression.
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Post by Mab Rox on Mar 31, 2007 9:00:08 GMT 9.5
(Connect with Mab)
She wondered for a moment if she should leave or continue with the cat-and-mouse game they were playing. He looked about to laugh. "Vortigern," she said, "I do not know what inspired you to do that--" "You," he replied. "You want something, Mab." She appraised him cooly for a moment. "So do you.'
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Post by EarlyBird on Mar 31, 2007 18:03:56 GMT 9.5
Mab stared at him, her eyes still cold, he walked closer again, if he were to kiss her again, would she let him. Or would she send him flying across that very room, she smiled to herself for a moment, maybe she could go along with this. Providing it didn't go any further then a kiss just yet. He stared at her, wondering what was going on in her head, but he left no more time for her thought, he got closer again. His hand caressing her cheekbone carefully. She stared down slowly, her eyes somewhat softer then before. Before she could take another breath he kissed her again. This time more passionately then before. When Mab pulled away, she stared up at him. Her eyes almost drawn to tears. "Don't cry Mab" he smiled wiping the tear away, "I am not crying" she hissed firmly.
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Post by Tosca on Mar 31, 2007 20:56:56 GMT 9.5
[OOC: Mab seems to be going through a kaleidoscopic series of multiple personalities, rofl]
Vortigern stepped back and regarded her with cool interest, never shifting his gaze even when Mab raised her own to stare back at him in something like defiance. She herself arranged her features into what she hoped came off as an abashed, albeit embarrassed, humility. It was hard to play up to a non-existent vulnerable side, Mab told herself, but she may as well make use of his interpretation of her tears.
She contemplated the situation in the brief interlude where no speech seemed to be required by either. From the warning nod to his guard, Mab assumed Vortigern had been suspicious of her intentions right from the outset, and then his forwardness had given her the new impression that this was more of a game to him than she had thought. And yet, here he was now, staring at her with a most unreadable expression caught somewhere between amusement and puzzlement - yet certainly lacking any solicitous qualities.
Vortigern crossed the room, and sat down slowly upon the throne-like chair, leaving Mab to choose whether to follow him or not. He had never thought it a worthwhile endeavour, pondering the emotions or intentions of the fairer sex, weak creatures that they were. Yet, he'd be damned if he could so much as roughly decipher this woman's motives... probably, the safest thing to assume was that they were shady at best.
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Post by EarlyBird on Mar 31, 2007 21:21:55 GMT 9.5
Mab walked closer, once beside him he took her hand bringing her to his lap. She stared at him in wonder tilting her head. Vortigern's eyes did not leave her, she sighed deeply, her bodice rising up and down as she did so. "A man who has great power...is nothing without a woman to make him feel powerful" he grinned. His hand resting at her lower back, a bit too much contact for Mab's liking.
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Post by Tosca on Mar 31, 2007 22:06:02 GMT 9.5
This statement was so unlike Vortigern that immediately Mab sensed a trick, or at least a taunt at her expense. So much for tormenting the man with her inaccesibility... all torment seemed to be instigateed by him, with his blatant mocking of Mab's plot.
Yes, now seemed an optimum time to back off - and leave him to make of her what he would. "But a powerful woman needs a man just as the lion needs a sword." She smiled serenely, stepping backwards.
"To be more deadly than it is already?" Vortigern replied, his mouth turning up at one side in an almost playful grin.
Mab smiled in return, but it was a slightly mocking smile, and in tones that could not truly hide her relish for correcting him, she replied, "An interesting interpretation, Vortigern, but I imagine it would be a far greater hindrance than a help."
Vortigern's smile faded somewhat. "If it was..." he mused, "then it would indicate that the lion was very, very out of practice." His smile returned, showing appreciation for the new savage twist their conversation had taken.
Mab delivered a vitriol stare before she could stop herself. "Or not meant for such petty things." She returned, before vanishing before Vortigern's eyes within a flicker of a moment.
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Post by ladygiry on Mar 31, 2007 22:50:20 GMT 9.5
She returned to the Land of Magic in the blink of an eye and only began to pace silently, her dark skirts brushing against the floor as she moved. A disgusted shiver shot down her spine as she recalled how Vortigern had pressed his lips to hers.
The question of whether or not he was playing some game with her was at the forefront of her mind. It was clear he knew that she was up to something and was toying with her in return. Oh, how she couldn't wait to pull that throne right out from under him!
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Post by EarlyBird on Mar 31, 2007 23:04:57 GMT 9.5
Mab looked around and then down to the floor, she sighed deeply placing a hand to her chest. Why was her heart beating so fast, she looked at her world before closing her eyes. She was now in deep thought. The next day she found herself back with Vortigern, he smiled at her return to him. "Ah Mab...I see you come to see me yet again" he smiled, she nodded walking closer "I keep thinking about that kiss" she said tilting her head. "Why did you kiss me Vortigern?" she asked slowly.
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Post by Tosca on Apr 1, 2007 5:57:12 GMT 9.5
Vortigern smiled a glacial smile. "Because I'm not afraid of you, Mab." He returned. "Even if you are not mortal yourself, you have knowledge of mortal desires. The more pressing question is... why did you let me? Lust? I think we both know the answer to that. To satisfy your amusement? Well, would be a possibility, if there were not more pressing issues to take up your time than idling away the hours interfering with human lives. I think it's a more obvious prize that you are seeking, milady." Vortigern was a shrewd man, and not a king prepared to throw away his throne for the sake of passion. Everything about him, from his speech and movements to his strategy and rule was calculated, considered, and cold.
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Post by himiko on Apr 1, 2007 6:17:14 GMT 9.5
Mab took a step closer to Vortigern, keeping her features calm, though inside, her thoughts ran at increasng pace through her mind. So, Vortigern could see through her plan. Well, she should have expected that, she told herself- Vortigern believed that everyone had a similar goal to hers, even if they didn't- from the lowliest peasant to the highest ranking noble, Vortigern just assumed they were after his crown and worked on that basis. It wasn't an insurmountable goal, it would simply be harder than she had originally planned.
For now, however, Vortigern needed a thorough reminding of what precisely he was- a foolish mortal, standing before the Queen of Magic.
"You don't fear me?" she asked calmly, keeping her tone even, "Vortigern, that serves only to illustrate your stupidity." Her eyes began to glow red, as though fire was being reflected in them, and Vortigern's feet, the ground began to shake slightly, just enough to be noticeable, and the stones beneath his feet began to crack. Her voice became more scornful, "Who are you, Your Majesty," she invested the title with every bit of scorn she could muster, "to presume to know the motives of the Queen of the Old Ways?"
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