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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	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
2011-04-16 11:05 pm UTC (link)

"Namor," she whispers his name and rests her fingertips tenderly on his temples a moment before gently stroking his cheek with her hand. What he's shown her moves her and she honors her word, showing him images from her own mind, the torment of her childhood and the death of her sister by her own hand.

Wordlessly, her hands drop from his face and soon her arms around him in an embrace.

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	wingyfeet 2011-04-16 11:15 pm UTC (link)
	Namor's arms find themselves wrapped around her. He holds her close, bowing his head to press his nose into her hair. He pulls in a slow breath, taking in the scent of her, of her shampoo, of the place she's been sleeping. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-04-16 11:19 pm UTC (link)
	"Telling you I am sorry seems so hollow, but I have no other words." She holds him tighter. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wingyfeet 2011-04-16 11:26 pm UTC (link)
	"There are times when words are not needed, when they are not enough no matter how well intentioned." Namor's voice is somewhat muffled in her hair as he speaks. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-04-16 11:27 pm UTC (link)
	"Then how about I just never let you go?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wingyfeet 2011-04-16 11:37 pm UTC (link)
	"That might suffice." Pulling back, Namor looks down at Emma before tilting her up by the chin and leaning down fora kiss. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-04-17 12:18 am UTC (link)
	"Perhaps." She returned his kiss tenderly, clasping her hand to his. I care for you. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wingyfeet 2011-04-17 12:32 am UTC (link)
	I cannot help but feel for you. It is something he is attempting to demonstrate. Words have not typically served him well and now is not truly much of a difference. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-04-17 12:48 am UTC (link)
	It was all she needed to hear. Her kiss deepened and intensified as she pulled closer to him. I know. It's why I threw myself into the sea with that weight clasped to my ankle. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wingyfeet 2011-04-17 12:54 am UTC (link)
	There are simpler way to gain my attention. Even his mental voice carries that dry, wry tone to it which is both amused and skeptical and caring all at the same time somehow. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-04-17 12:59 am UTC (link)
	It was effective, wasn't it? You didn't let me out of your arms for days. She broke the kiss and pulled back from him. "I wouldn't mind revisiting that." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	wingyfeet 2011-04-17 01:06 am UTC (link)
	"That was physical, which has never been a problem. If you are feeling neglected, however, it may be that I need to ensure I am not remiss in my role of host." He sweepsher up into his arms, yes, taking the offered out to stop talking about or thinking about the previous topic. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)