wingyfeet (wingyfeet) wrote in marvel_legends,
@ 2011-04-13 20:21:00

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Something, perhaps, a little different... (Flashback Scene)
After bringing Emma to Atlantis and, generally, providing for her comfort, Namor has given the woman some time to acclimate herself to the city and his people. He hasn't been ignoring her, though he /may/ have been ignoring the situation that seems to have sprung up between them - though getting him to admit that will be a near impossible task. She will want for nothing while she is here - there are advantages to being the guest of the ruler of an entire kingdom. Foods, alcohol, jewels and clothes all at her disposal, though not entirely clear if they belong to her or are just for her use.

Though, there is very little functional difference between the two while she resides here.

He has been busying himself with the functions of ruling, though that cannot even take up all of his time. He finds himself running out of legitimate things to do - even if he has done more for the day to day running of his government in the past says than he has done in quite some time.

He will have to face the lady in question and, also, himself soon enough.

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thewhitequeen
2011-04-14 01:25 am UTC (link)

There is a fine difference between the act of ignoring and the act of avoiding. It is a difference not lost on Emma. True enough that Namor had been giving her adequate attention, but it was clear that he was avoiding her. To be fair, Emma had been avoiding him as well but it was easier for her. As a guest in a strange land (or sea, as it were) with everything new and different to her it was simple to spend the long hours that Namor devoted elsewhere. There was much to explore.

And playing with the jewelry was a fabulous expenditure of time.

Yet they both had been dancing around things long enough. Emma could feel the shift in things. They would have to face one another. The flirtation had been one thing, the extended visit to Atlantis had been another, but this...well. The natives were asking questions of what they saw. Emma was asking questions of herself.

She'd acquainted herself with Namor's general schedule and this night, when his duties had run out, she was waiting for him, done up and dressed in some of the exquisite clothing he had lavished upon her.

White, of course.

"Hello, darling."

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	wingyfeet 2011-04-14 01:35 am UTC (link)
	Namor looks at Emma. The expression on his face does not change at all, though it does not need to for her to sense the elevated emotions suddenly running through him at her presence. "Emma. I trust you have been well provided for in my absence." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thewhitequeen
2011-04-14 11:05 am UTC (link)

"Very," she says with a smile. "I've wanted for nothing save your company, Namor."

She didn't press his mind to determine what he was thinking or feeling; she didn't need to. He was practically broadcasting and Emma idly wondered how things had slid so far from target. She had been supposed to seduce Namor into joining the Hellfire Club and yet her she was having all but defected herself. She didn't even try to tell herself that this was part of the plan as the knotted, dizzy feeling that overcame her in Namor's presence was too strong to dispute.

"One of your adviser's tells me that you're schedule is clear. Does that mean you're mine for the evening?"

She tilted her head and moved a bit closer to him, playing the revealing nature of the Atlantean-style garment she was wearing to its full advantage.

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wingyfeet
2011-04-14 01:51 pm UTC (link)

The ploy is a rather obvious one but that doesn't mean it doesn't work. Still, Namor's eyes narrow just slightly as she moves cloer to him. He holds the silence for a moment too long, "It means I have nothing scheduled for the evening."

It would be off putting if there weren't something about the way he says it, a twist to his lips, almost smirking, for a moment before it is gone. "Would you care to join me for dinner?"

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	thewhitequeen 2011-04-14 11:41 pm UTC (link)
	"I suppose I could work you into my busy schedule of rolling around in the jewels you keep having sent to me," she teases him with a smile. "I would be honored." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

wingyfeet
2011-04-14 11:47 pm UTC (link)

"I have not sent you nearly so many as to roll around on all of them." Namor extends an arm toward Emma, looking to escort her to the dining room. It is a more formal room, perhaps that's what Namor is looking for - something to artificially increase the distance between them before they get too close.

"If that's a problem, though, I can introduce you to the vaults."

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	thewhitequeen 2011-04-15 12:05 am UTC (link)
	"Darling I'm not sure you could handle me dripping in diamonds quite to that extent." She smiles, though it's more of a taunt or a dare, and curls her arm into his offered on. Despite the formality of the room, Emma has no intention of letting too much distance and regulation mark boundaries. "Namor, you seem distracted and unhappy. Is something wrong?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wingyfeet 2011-04-15 12:16 am UTC (link)
	"Distracted. Mmmm." He continues to make his way toward the dining room, thinking about the comment. "I have been attempting to be less distracted. My advisers wonder what it is that has made me so attentive to my duties." The glance he gives her is not at all shy at saying what it is that he's trying to distract himself from. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-04-15 12:24 am UTC (link)
	"Your advisers already know, though they are polite enough not to think too loudly in my presence." Emma smiles at him, her eyes softening a bit. "I've had to distract myself from you as well." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wingyfeet 2011-04-15 12:53 am UTC (link)
	"My advisers have often kept themselves out of who I bring to my bed, though they do remind me that I am currently without an heir. That would take more than the occasional dalliance." Atlanteans don't have the same hang ups about sex that humans tend to. They still have them but they tend to be different. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-04-15 01:13 am UTC (link)
	"So how occasional am I?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wingyfeet 2011-04-15 01:20 am UTC (link)
	"I don't think we've established what we are yet, Emma." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-04-15 01:25 am UTC (link)
	"Then maybe we should." In the dining room, Emma let go of his arm and stepped in front of him as the door clicked shut. Before he could verbally answer her, though, she was kissing him. I can't stop thinking about you. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wingyfeet 2011-04-15 01:33 am UTC (link)
	His arms wrap around her, pulling her in closer to him as they kiss. It is not as if he could resist returning the demonstration of passion. That is a singular statement for a women of your abilities. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-04-15 01:43 am UTC (link)
	It's more of a testament to your power over me, Namor. She let herself be drawn close to him and she continued their kiss a bit longer before stopping, looking him in the eye. "Tell me you don't feel this." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wingyfeet 2011-04-15 01:55 am UTC (link)
	"I cannot, truthfully." Namor's expression is hard to read. He's very good at keeping his emotions to himself when it suits him to do so. There is most certainly a deep well of passion there but there is also a very strong will holding it back at this moment. "Passion is easily indulged and easily spent." Which this would not seem to be. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thewhitequeen
2011-04-15 02:00 am UTC (link)

"But you're struggling. So am I."

She moves away from him.

"I had a very simple job when I met with you a month ago. I was simply supposed to recruit you to join the Hellfire Club. But what happened instead? I abandoned my job, my position, my very world to be here with you. I tell myself it's in furtherance of the task at and but we both know it's, as they say, bullshit. I couldn't care less about recruiting you. Now I just want you.

I haven't wanted anyone in some time."

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	wingyfeet 2011-04-15 02:08 am UTC (link)
	"And I have not been as persuasive as I am able to be. I have not tried to keep you here, just as you have not attempted to distract me with thoughts of you throughout my day." Namor can't say he hasn't wanted anyone in some time. He is nothing like chaste but he can say that they have not meant much to him. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-04-15 02:11 am UTC (link)
	She picks up tendrils of thought and smiles. "Not that type of want, Namor. Physical itches I have no shortage of ways to scratch. This is a different ache." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wingyfeet 2011-04-15 02:19 am UTC (link)
	"Ah." There is, fittingly, a ebb and flow to his moods -a deep, dark current beneath the obvious shifts. "I am reluctant to allow that again in my life." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thewhitequeen
2011-04-15 02:23 am UTC (link)

"I suppose that establishes what we are then."

The shifts of his emotions are not unknown to her, but letting a man reveal himself is a delicate art and Namor, unlike most of the men she encounters, is not a man who she wants to force into their most vulnerable state. Pressing into his mind for him to show his cards is simply not an option. Or rather, it's one she won't use.

"What are you afraid of, Namor?"

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wingyfeet
2011-04-15 02:31 am UTC (link)

Were this a different woman, a different conversation, the question would offend him. He is Namor, Prince of Atlantis and he does not know fear.

Except both of his wives are dead and their deaths were not good ones. The wounds are deep, though not as fresh as they once were. He does not feel things anything lightly.

He does not answer the question, he cannot summon words that have enough meaning to them to explain. Not yet.

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	thewhitequeen 2011-04-15 02:34 am UTC (link)
	"Show me your fear, Namor. Show me your fear and I will show you mine." Emma brings both her hands to frame his face, her touch tender and soft. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wingyfeet 2011-04-15 06:29 pm UTC (link)
	Namor looks up meeting Emma's gaze and holding it. If Emma looks into his mind he can see two women. One of them is blue and she cannot breathe, she almost looks peacful in death. The other woman is much less peaceful - there is blood everywhere and it looks as though she has been cut open. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-05-17 12:29 am UTC (link)
	DONE (Reply to this)