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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05.26.2023
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Their first date had gone...well? Mostly. It had also been awkward, made worse when during a little picnic Fred had accidently spilled wine on her chest and had fumbled to help her cleaning it up, ending up patting the napkin against her...breasts. The moment he'd realized he'd turned more red than he already had and even now blushed whenever he thought of it. After that she'd still someone how agreed to a second date so he supposed he hadn't done too terribly.
Hopefully today's date wouldn't have a moment like that, though knowing himself he knew it was certainly a possibility. He rode up in a carriage to her home in the middle of a hot, though always cloudy, summer day and a footman opened the door to the carriage for him. He stepped out and adjusted the collar of the shirt he was wearing. He ran his fingers through his hair as he took a breath and walked up to the door, raping his knuckles against it and waiting for what he assumed would be the help answering it and inquiring about Lady Evanthe.
Post by Evanthe Curran on Dec 11, 2023 19:50:29 GMT -5
As first dates went, her date with Fred was memorable. Honestly, she’d had worse which was saying something since Fred has spilled wine on the front of the white dress she wore then patted her breasts in his attempt to clean her up. Honestly, she found the whole ordeal hilarious. In fact, she giggled about it every time she thought about it.
For their second date, she picked a darker dress to wear, a pretty charcoal-colored thing made from satin. She thought about pulling her thick men back, but decided that leaving it down was better. It was perhaps on the frizzy side due to the warm wether, but it had a decent curl that day that she rather liked.
When the knock came from the door, it would be Evanthe that answered since she only really hired a maid to clean and occasionally a cook. Her house was certainly not a hovel, nor was it particularly grand. Her mother called it a “delightful city cottage” whatever that meant. To Evanthe, it was cozy and manageable and the perfect place to keep her traitorous family out of her line of site.
When she saw Fred, she’d give him a wide grin that may have sparkled had the Nevermere sky ever allowed for enough sun to shine through the clouds, “Fred! It’s so good to see you!”
Fred had a habit of jumping in head first into these early stages with a girl. He found Evanthe absolutely enchanting but he was also used to not receiving the same level of excitement back so when the angel herself answered the door and greeted him so brightly he practically melted into a puddle at her feet that very moment. Could she do nothing wrong? He was sure it was impossible. She was incredible.
"I must say," he said, "the pleasure is absolutely mine, Lady Evanthe," he practically swooned. He took a look at her in her dress and resisted the urge to bite his lip. "You look...wow, just...absolutely stunning. Wow." He was definitely smitten. "But, um," he cleared his throat. "I actually have something a bit more...active and adventurous planned for our date today, and I'm not sure you'd want to risk ruining such a beautiful dress."
Post by Evanthe Curran on Jan 19, 2024 9:33:07 GMT -5
Evanthe knew how the way she looked was effecting Fred. How could she not? There was something about the way that he looked at her that made her feel pretty. Of course, it appeared her efforts to doll up may have slightly been in vain.
Still, she would milk it. She knew the dress looked great on her, and exactly what assets of hers it flattered, “I’m glad you like it,” she said, leaning on the doorframe before looking down at the dress. Unable to resist the urge, she brushed her fingers down from the low neckline of the dress down to her belly, “It would be a shame to dirty this,” she peeked up at him through her lashes, her usual playful grin gaining a touch of something winsome, “I guess I’ll have to go take it off,” a pause, “and change my clothes,” another pause before she straightened up from the door, “Did you want to come inside while I change?”
Fred couldn't help it. He'd always been a sucker for a woman's charms, even if they were unintentional, and could never have the calm and collected nature that Ben had long ago master. No, Fred's gaze absolutely locked on Evanthe's delicate, beautiful fingers as they caressed down her body. A lump grew in his throat as his cheeks turned red at her teasing, not even sure if she was doing it on purpose or not. So naive.
His eyes immediately flicked back up to her face when she said she'd just have to take it off, heart racing. "Ah, yes, to change. Of course," he stumbled over his words when she clarified. "Y-yes, absolutely, I can come inside," he replied. He knew exactly what he'd be picturing while he waited for, expecting nothing more than just that. As he followed her inside he gave her a sweet smile, cheeks and ears still pink. "Take your time, we're in no rush," he assured her politely.
Post by Evanthe Curran on Jan 26, 2024 0:08:05 GMT -5
She saw the effect her words had on him, and she didn’t bother to hide her pleased smile. It was so tempting to just pull the dress over her head and toss it at him. Would he blush even more, or would something more interesting happen, she wondered? She managed to restrain herself to her disappointment.
“You can wait here, Fred,” she said, indicating a couch, “but first, could you do something for me?” She turned around, “Could you help me with the buttons in the back? They’re so tricky,” they really weren’t. She could take that dress off and put it back with ease. But she couldn’t help but play with Fred a little.
Fred glanced at the couch as she indicated it and was about to move towards it when she asked for something first. "Oh, yes of course," he said before she turned around and then asked for his help. Yep, his face was definitely still red. "S-sure," he replied and stepped closer to her. His fingers hovered over the first button for a moment, hands shaking slightly, as he began to carefully work on the first button. It shouldn't have been so tricky but with his shaking hands it was harder than it ought to have been. Still, it didn't take terribly long to get it.
He was trying his darndest to keep his fingers from brushing her skin, but inevitably it happened a couple of times. Each time he noticed how incredibly soft her skin was and to his shame his pants were getting progressively more snug. Finally he reached the last bottom and he let out an exhale as if he'd been holding his breath. "There you are," he said, trying to pretend like he wasn't nervous when really he was shaking in his boots. He was sure his guise was not holding up and she could see right through him.
Post by Evanthe Curran on Feb 20, 2024 14:54:25 GMT -5
Knowing that he couldn’t see her face as he undid her buttons, Evanthe did not bother to hide the smile on her face. He sounded so nervous! She would have been trying to stifle wicked laughter, had his fingers not brushed against her skin. She blushed as if she’d never been touched by a man before. Goddess, her little game backfired!
The blush deepened as she felt the air hit the skin on her back as her dress became more and more unbuttoned. When he was done, she perhaps stood as she was a little longer than would be expected as she reached for her composure. When she did turn around, she’d smile at him, trying to hide how worked up she was, but suspected she might be failing at it, “Thanks,” she said, stepping toward him, “I shouldn’t be long…” she leaned in, and would kiss his cheek if he allowed her to, her lips lingering on his skin just a little longer than she’d meant before trying to pull away from him.
Maybe Fred was imagining it but he thought he could sense the tension between them. Of course he would be a fool not to feel turned on in this moment but he had a harder time seeing why other people would be interested in him. What did he have to offer? He knew he wasn't confident or good at flirting or even in the best shape. He didn't have Ben's chiseled abs. He wasn't in bad shape but it was easy to compare himself when he had a twin who otherwise looked the same.
His eyes closed as she turned to press a lingering kiss to his cheek and his fingers naturally brushed against her side. He really was tempted to fall into the moment and to try to move things along in this same direction but he didn't have the confidence of Ben and he was trying really hard to court her the right way. So he let his hand drop as she went to pull away. He looked into her pretty eyes with a soft smile. "I'll be waiting," he said in a soft whisper. And only when she turned around did he grab his pants and try to tug them a little to relieve the pressure he was feeling in his pants.
Post by Evanthe Curran on Mar 7, 2024 22:44:47 GMT -5
She felt something deep in her belly flutter at his touch. A sense of wanting filled her, and she would have fully let him have her right there had he not pulled away, leaving her suddenly feeling cold with the absence of his touch.
Taking a step back, she nodded, feeling more demure than she ever had, “And I’ll be right back,” she blurted out clumsily before vanishing in her room to get into something more appropriate for what he was wanting to do.
The desire died down enough as she dressed that she realized that what he did was a good thing. It would be a classic Evanthe move to ruin what could be a really great relationship by moving too fast. It was a good thing. She would repeat it in her head even though other parts of her said otherwise.
She returned, dressed now in a tunic and pants. It wasn’t her grungiest set like the kind she wore training—they were going to be active, but she still wanted to look nice for him, after all. The colors were still fresh and bright, and she liked how it the blue color brought out the hi lights of her hair.
“I’m ready,” she said, striding toward him, summoning a playful smile, “I can’t wait to see where we’re going.”