The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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Post by Magda Ivanova on Aug 24, 2023 17:08:23 GMT -5
Magda laughed again and made a tutting noise with her tongue. That is what Leander would hear, for he wouldn’t see her naked, leaving her slip in a crumpled, wet ball on the ground. Oh, this one was nearly far too fun to part with, she thought as she drew up her dry dress for where it lay and held it against her front.
“Volunteer?” Magda teased once again came into view, waltzing forward lazily with her front covered but backside bare, “You’ve hardly proven yourself useful enough to earn that… privilege.” Facing the water, her back to him, she slipped her dress over her head and tugged it down to cover her form. It was only then she’d turn to Leander, dragging her eyes over him with a smirk before slowly approaching.
“You know what it is I have to offer. Once you’ve found a way to demonstrate your worthiness…Well, I think you know where to find me. In the meantime—” Magda had reached him by this point, her fingers dancing along the waistband of his unlaced trousers. After a moment’s temptation, she brought her other hand to his throat again and traced the red marks her nails had left.
“If you tell anyone of what happened here, I’ll kill you. And what a shame that would be…” Magda leaned in and kissed him softly. She hovered close for a moment with a devilish grin as she parted, glancing down at his lap with glee then back up at him. “I’ll leave you to your imagination.”
Magda would turn to leave. The curse would only last for a minute more, just enough time for Magda to be out of view in the forest that lined the banks unless something made her stop.
Last Edit: Aug 24, 2023 17:09:31 GMT -5 by Magda Ivanova
As if he were a misbehaving child, she tutted from behind him, and his frustration only grew as she sauntered back into view, untouchable for multiple reasons now. A surreptitious tug at his hands revealed that her magic still held him immobile. All he could do was visually try to confirm how little the sodden slip had left to his imagination before her dress slid down her frame and hid everything once more. In his opinion, she was far too eager to clothe herself.
Anticipation built in his chest as she turned her attention back to him, and he knew he would tolerate her hand around his neck again (as if he had any choice) if it meant that her other one would do more than tease at his pant line. But the suggestion of what he wanted from her remained only that - and even more, she gave him conditions to earn it, as if it was anything other than what every woman owed him as a warrior of Coheed. That stung far more than her smack.
Then came the threat. Unable to fully conceal his lack of amusement at how this entire affair had not only spiraled out of control but seemed dead set on continuing along the same path, Leander straightened up under her hand and opened his mouth to protest. She stole his words with a kiss. It was far too short. When she withdrew, he leaned forward, chasing after her as best he could, but that was it. “So eager to leave,” He called after her, pulling again at his hands, but only when she was out of sight could he move freely once more.
Immediately, he stood, one hand keeping his pants up, and glanced back at the stone behind him to see no sign of the magic she had used. His attention turned outward again. If he had reason to believe she had lingered - perhaps the sound of her footsteps on the forest floor had halted rather than faded - then he would look toward his best approximation of where he thought she stood. Even if she hadn’t paused, she couldn’t be so far away that his enhanced speed wouldn’t allow him to catch up to her, to take what he wanted.
For a long moment, Leander considered it, but her magic and the ease with which she had bound him to the stone had him pausing. Until he found a way to negate that, it would be smarter to play nice. Well, he was no stranger to bending his neck.
Decided on that course of action - or lack thereof - he turned his attention toward the water. His pants fell by his feet, and his shirt soon followed. He needed a bath.