preyforheaven (preyforheaven) wrote,
@ 2011-06-27 20:58:00

AU: Diamonds are forever.
He didn't finally breathe fresh air or see the sunlight until he got out, but even before then, just brushing a little against the mind that was there, even a shielded one... it was so wonderful.

He'd clutched her hand from his knees and kissed it before he'd even looked up, and once he did...she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

It didn't matter why she had come for him, what she wanted. She would have it. Paris would see to it.

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thewhitequeen
2011-06-28 12:39 am UTC (link)

Why she had gone digging still wasn't entirely something she'd sorted out. Certainly it had, ultimately, been one of Shaw's suggestions but truly, Emma didn't ever listen to Shaw. She humored him. And if there was something down here that he wanted, she would gladly humor him...

...so she could find whatever it was and claim it for herself. That the what turned out to be a man, that brushed her mind almost seductively once it realized there was, in fact another mind to contact, that was now kissing her hand...all the better. Her lips curled to a smile.

"Rise, darling. You've been in the filth too long."

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	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 12:44 am UTC (link)
	"Of course, My Lady," he says hoarsely, getting to his feet. He can't take his eyes off of her. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 12:46 am UTC (link)
	Oh, this was good. "Your name, darling, what is your name?" Emma curled a hand delicately about his cheek in something akin to a caress. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 12:49 am UTC (link)
	"Bennet, My Lady. My colleagues sometimes called me Paris." He speaks English, but the archaic French accent is showing by this point. His eyes finally started to close at her touch. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 12:51 am UTC (link)
	"What do you want me to call you?" She traced her thumb across his cheek tenderly. Tell me or show me. A whisper to his mind, a hinted intimacy. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 12:58 am UTC (link)
	Yours -- that is, anything you want, My Lady. I mean no presumption. There's a static to his mind. He's clearly never had any training with his telepathy, on top of isolation, PTSD, and half a dozen other problems. It's coming easier than speaking, right now, though. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 01:01 am UTC (link)
	Emma slowly withdraws her hand, but her smile remains. "Alright then, Mine. Come with me. We need to get you cleaned up, provide you with food, and water, and then you can tell me how it is that you came to be here. Then I can take care of you." She extended a hand to him. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 01:06 am UTC (link)
	He takes it and follows. He'll do... absolutely anything she says, but his blue eyes, a green-gold crackle over them, dart around constantly, watching for any possible threat. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

thewhitequeen
2011-06-28 01:11 am UTC (link)

Nothing threatens them as the emerge, nor do they encounter any threats in transport. Emma brings her find to one of her own homes--a risk of sorts, but one she feels is worth it--and puts him the charge of her staff. They provide him all he needs and as this happens, she is careful not to whisper into his mind. She waits. How hers is he?

Once he is shown to a room, she simply lets herself in.

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preyforheaven
2011-06-28 01:16 am UTC (link)

He's clean -- really clean. He has water -- water! Fresh, clean, cold water. The clothes he's given are strange, but he doesn't care.

And then she walks into the room, and he's down on his knees again. "I was inappropriate earlier. I did not do things properly." He's managed to figure out there are a great deal of... cultural differences, so as he stays on his knees and extends his hands properly, by his own reckoning, he makes sure to ask, "Do people still swear fealty in your country?"

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	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 01:22 am UTC (link)
	"No, my darling, they do not. But, if that is what feels fitting for you, I would be honored to accept such an oath from you, Paris." She takes both of his hands and looks down at him. He...cleaned up remarkably well. Oh he's going to be useful. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 01:30 am UTC (link)
	"Then I am your man, My Lady, for as long as you will allow me to serve you." He'll get up after she takes his hands, ready for her to start asking him things. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 01:37 am UTC (link)
	"Thank you, Paris." She kisses his hands and then guides him to sit down. "Please, tell me about yourself, how you came to be in that...pit I found you in." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	One Month Later... preyforheaven 2011-06-30 11:20 pm UTC (link)
	Black Armani suit. Tiny diamond earrings glinting under his ridiculously well-kept long hair. Paris stood behind and a little to the side of the White Queen's chair at this little meeting. She'd said it would probably be today. He smiles just slightly. (Reply to this)(Thread)

	Re: One Month Later... preyforheaven 2011-06-30 11:29 pm UTC (link)
	Sebastian, as he still does every time, frowns at the sight of a potentially ideal operative as Emma's loveslave. "Not at all, my dear," he tells her. Paris doesn't take his flickering eyes off the man. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: One Month Later... thewhitequeen 2011-06-30 11:33 pm UTC (link)
	"Please sit, Sebastian, darling. I have so much to discuss with you." She gestures for him to sit. "How long have we been doing this little dance, you and I?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: One Month Later... preyforheaven 2011-06-30 11:35 pm UTC (link)
	"A little while now," Sebastian says archly as he sits. Paris continues staring, but feels the need to tell his Lady, in their minds, how beautiful she looks. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: One Month Later... thewhitequeen 2011-06-30 11:36 pm UTC (link)
	Paris, darling, would you be opposed to a little show? "Yes. Which means we know each other very well. Biblically, one might say. But there is one thing you've never done particularly well..." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: One Month Later... preyforheaven 2011-06-30 11:38 pm UTC (link)
	Not at all, My Lady. Paris steps just a little more from behind the chair. Sebastian eyes them both. "And what would that be, Emma?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: One Month Later... thewhitequeen 2011-06-30 11:40 pm UTC (link)
	"Understand precisely what I want." Emma arched a brow. "Paris, darling? Why don't we show Sebastian what it is that I want?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: One Month Later... preyforheaven 2011-06-30 11:55 pm UTC (link)
	And as Paris moans into her flash at her hand in his hair, her approval in his mind, he laps eagerly and tightens the grip on Sebastian, who's snarling in impotent protest and horror. Real men are dogs at your feet, then? (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)