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wanna talk about your OCs I would love to hear about your OCs who are they 👀
Oh dear. Sorry I forgot I hadn’t posted this it was in my drafts lol Doing my historical OCs because, well. I wanna and I feel like if I delved into any of my fantasy/sci-fi ones we’d be here ages
Fred Norefleet.
Of all the naval and broadly maritime ocs I have conjured over the years, he’s the most pathetic. By god is he trying his best, but he has continuously come up short in everything he’s done. He tries so hard and his life until recently was just other folk deciding what he was gonna be for him. He’s silent unless spoken to, tends to miss the forest for the trees, stares at you really intently when you’re talking, wishes more than anything to disappear into the background and his first words were probably “I’m sorry.”
That being said, he’s deeply loyal and supports his sisters and uncle financially with his wages. He’s a prime navigator and very detail-oriented, a team player and quite sneaky when need be and might actually make a lieutenant if he didn’t have a spine made from celery. He’s also quite sensitive about his lack of any formal education, receiving the good chunk of it when he became a midshipman. Quite protective, especially after the wreck as a kid. Became a bit of a chronic helper and control freak after that. Absolutely shit at fighting but an excellent sailor. Once dug shot out of his own hip, made it into a coin and carved a ship on it to give to his Friend. He’s that kind of person. He’s trans.
Morwenna Norefleet.
If Fred’s first words were “I’m sorry” then Morrie’s were “WASSON MATE.” The older of the twins by a minute, she and Fred were stuck together like glue until he went away to sea. She taught herself to read by studying the Bible and writes regularly to her brother. As both of them swapped names and gender, they’re quite close. She wants to open her own public house and inn or at least buy one (all the papers in Fred’s name of course). She’s a total flirt, especially with the out of town tinners and any “foreign” sailors (upcountry), even though she’s never settled down what with the whole trans thing. Morwenna embroiders very intricate flowers and landscapes. She once tried to do a ship for her uncle and it was less of a ship than it was a box with sticks. When Fred wouldn’t speak after his shipwreck and time spent stranded when they were 11, she felt really hurt. Especially when he went away to sea the same year, she was really lonely and would often sit in the St Juliot’s graveyard and cry privately. Nowadays she’s alright! Constantly worrying about her brother but also, she’s looking after her other sisters and their children and her uncle and working in an inn and working in the pilchard cellar. Her hevva cakes are amazing. She’s the strongest person in this family, has a deeply rooted sense of self and has boundless self confidence without ever being arrogant. Community and family are what’s important to her most of all, she teaches what she knows of Cornish to her little family members and teaches them to write and read and once hit one unruly patron so hard he woke up crying.
Callum Tredwen.
A mess. Is actively being hunted down by his own brother, is an ex-navy lieutenant, a mutineer and now smuggler. He’s on a suicide mission. He’s a lesbian and has an extremely doomed and unspoken relationship with his first mate. He’s probably committed multiple war crimes, he took a 21-year old doctor hostage and kidnapped him. He ought to be dead but he just won’t die. He’s a dick. An asshole. He’s all the confidence of Morwenna but without any compassion for others (lies, he does, he just rarely acts on it), the anxieties of Fred without any of the perspective. He hits first to avoid ever being hit himself. He refuses to let himself be loved or taken care of. He’s gotten his dearest friends killed and his own self maimed. This man wants blood and he’s going to get it, whether it’s his own or someone else’s. It’s been years and his gender is still “eeeeh.” The 2nd messiest fucker.
#sorry it took so long#morrie is the only one doing Okay here#like yeah she’s got problems#but tbh she deals with them better than the other two#Tredwen and Fred interacting is so fucking funny to me#they couldn’t be further apart and yet share so many similarities#I love Morwenna though she’s so fun#she’s having her own adventures while Fred is having the worst time of his damn life. boys about to punch in his final card ya know?#she’d KILL him a second time if he did tbh#go to the underworld and drag his ass back up to kick his ass and hug hi#she’s a good sister!#she and the uncle are BFFs it’s great#I can’t write cis characters they all become trans or some flavour of queer#my BOYS (and GIRL!)#thanks for the ask!#ask#oc
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things i would have added to or changed about poldark:
george gutting trenwith and transforming it into the light, airy, gilded, sunshiney aesthetic he clearly loves (cardew, warleggan bank). make it yours, honey
demelza making a move on george at that party after ross cheated on her - what better way to get back at him than by fooling around with his sworn nemesis, and, in george’s case, his wife? one stone, many birds. it would have been iconic. like, i love that part of george’s character is his faithfulness, but nonetheless: iconic. and he’s beautiful. get it, sweetie
verity in lisbon. how hard would it have been to have one scene of her writing a letter or arranging flowers in her room, or walking with her stepchildren through a harbour-side market and smiling and laughing and chatting with them? it’s what she deserved
a big reveal that george’s accent is actually lower class cornish and he’s just been faking the posh one. where did he learn the posh one anyway??? uncle cary certainly doesn’t have it and i doubt his parents did either. just let it slip, or have him drop it when he’s talking to cary. what a character building twist
consequences for ross’ fucking actions. when will you learn!!!!!!!!!!
the entire last season, and especially the finale. but to start with: the final season. if they wanted the slavery plot, brilliant - put kitty and cecily centre stage and cut ned entirely. i think it’s fairly safe to say very few people gave one single fuck about ned, and he took up so much time that could have been used for giving caroline a worthwhile plot that wasn’t some vague jealousy, and concentrating more on george’s mental illness. if they were absolutely determined to put ned in it, they should have swapped the timelines and put the final season plot into, say, season four. the entire last season felt rushed and messy and inconsequential, and honestly? cary carried so much of it.
poldark’s formula was that every season was essentially insular and self-contained - new characters were introduced in the first episode of the season, a villain was vanquished by the last, and one or two of the new characters stayed on, so that every season we collected new people who then became series regulars. it was a wonderful, fun formula, and it worked well. in the final season, there should have been no new characters introduced. we already had all these lives we’d collected over the seasons - ross, demelza, george, morwenna, caroline, dwight, drake, sam - and the last season should have been about them. about giving them a fitting plot and a satisfying ending. a final episode should mirror the values, sentiments, and aesthetics of the very first one, either in parallel or in contrast. and what makes poldark poldark is: cornwall, love, friendship, mining. it should have been about that. it should have tied in with the rest of the show. it should have been relevant.
instead, we got a french plot in the second to last episode and a dozen loose ends that had to be tied up in one single episode - which was mostly taken up by a sword fight, ross cheating on demelza but it’s okay because it’s For England even though i’ve always been a renegade and never particularly patriotic aside from being a soldier for what i assume are personal reasons, babies, napoleon, and 1801 MI5. the last episode was absurdly bad - because it had nothing whatsoever to do with the four seasons that had come before it. i mean, george appears in the barn a la t-rex in jurassic park, unseen and unheard, and hits both targets with two pistols - despite the fact ross said in a prior episode that he had always been a dismal shot, despite the fact he’s just had an injured arm, despite the fact he’s left-handed. every single character arc ended on a depressing or just entirely unworthy note. george leaving trenwith and seeing elizabeth going inside? is that supposed to be anything but achingly, horribly heartbreaking? is that supposed to be anything but “george is still struggling with his mental illness, but in a misguided attempt to move on he leaves the woman he loves in the house neither of them were ever supposed to be in and moves forward into an unhappy, broken future”? that scene where he “thinks aloud” and the audience is meant to be “ooooh my god is he still seeing her”? sickening. demelza being hurt for the thousandth time and then just immediately forgiving ross because it was for england? fuck that. fuck that so much. she deserved to be hurt and angry and move on from him, she deserved MORE. and ross leads tess on for six months, starts an affair, lets her fall for him, knows full well what he’s doing by using her - and then when she’s understandably wounded, he’s like “YOU STUPID THOT YOU BROUGHT IT ON YOURSELF STAY AWAY FROM MY FAMILY” AAAAAAHHHHHH
when george came to nampara the second time, after valentine asked him yet again about having his own mine, i thought he was going to ask ross to teach him about mining so he could bond with his son. adorable. sweet. when that didn’t happen, i thought he was going to tell ross and demelza that they were right, trenwith had always and would always be a poldark house, and now that he’s settling in truro and london (not cardew, for some reason), they could live at trenwith, where they were always supposed to be. when that didn’t happen, i thought he was going to relent and give permission for ross to have a relationship with valentine. but no. all we got, for the thousandth time, was “stay away from my son.”
i won’t even get into the female characters. they were done so dirty. when the show made the point of having the grandmother watching wenna saying goodbye to her son and smiling sadly, i didn’t think it was actually a goodbye - i thought she would show up at wenna’s cottage and grudgingly say she can come visit on weekends. but no. so what was the point of having the grandmother overhear at all??????? cecily loses her fortune, is forced back to the place she said she would rather die than return to and where her mother died, has her reputation in tatters - and geoffrey charles gets to have a happy ending and go back to military school. speaking of which, when he said that, considering a past plot point had been his lack of funds and the fact that he was attending on credit, i thought they were going to have a little scene where geoffrey charles admits george is finally paying for his studies, because they’re starting to build a relationship based on their mutual love for elizabeth and their loneliness, but no. again, i hoped for too much. i assumed they were actually trying to give an ending that made sense, that left characters with a brighter future, and that made audiences happy.
but, okay, let me spell out what i wanted for the final season - and, more importantly, the final episode:
the final season: cut ned, put kitty centre stage for the slavery plot, and cecily centre stage for the woman’s emancipation plot. that takes place in london. back in cornwall, go back to the show’s roots and return to mining. cut tess and any sort of human villain, and have the characters battling against the natural elements of the county. focus more on truro, on the red lion, on prudie, on jeffrey and clowance, on pascoe’s new baking venture - and have the peasants more spread out like they used to be, just not on one small set by the coast. amp up the fond nostalgia. bring all the old sets and locations back into it, including cardew. have a scene where someone sets flowers by henshawe’s grave. reopen wheal leisure. when we’re in cornwall, make it feel like it. take it all back to its roots. give demelza a worthwhile plot, and reunite morwenna with her son. take more time with her trauma plot in general - a promise by drake that he’ll never want a carnal relationship with her followed up a day later by disappointment on his part that he hasn’t gotten laid doesn’t cut it. so, that’s cornwall.
in london, put caroline to use. she knows everyone there is to know in high society; she’s independently wealthy; she’s cunning, articulate, strong-minded, and unbelievably powerful. use it. a perfect example, just for a tiny alteration, is the scene where a man spits at kitty - it wouldn’t be seemly for dwight to confront him, but caroline could: she, a powerful, untouchable aristocrat, could have cornered him and chewed him out without any repercussions or consequences. she’s the only truly upperclass character who is painted in a positive light - let her use her power and influence for good.
the final episode, but i’m focusing on george because he’s my favourite and also he was done so dirty: george’s hallucinations actually are gone and he’s started the process of healing. he and enys have started a positive, meaningful friendship. george helps ross in some different way - getting his hands dirty and going into a mine for the first time to rescue him, for example; imagine george in a cramped tunnel, covered in black dirt and sweat, terrified, clothes ruined, saving ross’s life: powerful - and their dynamic changes to a strange friendship that stays like that. george is clearly changed - he’s kinder, fairer, more mellow - but they keep up pretences for the fun of it. a scene in the red lion to demonstrate this - they have a confrontation (”oh, hello, ross - [bitchy comment]”), turns into a bit of verbal sparring, they clearly still hate each other for old time’s sake but there’s a hint of a smile and they both know they’re secretly fond of each other. they don’t go so far as to actually sit down for a drink together - they still go to their separate tables and their separate lives - but you know. it’s a healthier relationship.
a scene in the graveyard - geoffrey charles is leaving flowers, george comes up behind, hesitates a moment, then finally joins him; it’s awkward and they’re both bristling for a little bit, but finally george begrudgingly tells him he’ll fund his military training. cut to another scene - they’re both in trenwith. it’s still awkward, they’re still expecting something bad from the other, but their hackles aren’t quite so raised. finally, bessie enters the drawing room with francis’ portrait. george has it hung back in its old place above the fireplace. it’s a soft moment between george and geoffrey charles - the beginning of a reconciliation, an understanding, an apology. they both gaze up at the portrait for a moment. finally, george offers him a drink. geoffrey charles accepts. it’s the beginning of a gentler relationship and the ending of a mutually painful animosity.
george goes to nampara and asks to be taught about mining; ross agrees. when george leaves trenwith, it’s a quiet, joyful, powerful moment of healing and moving on. in the carriage, he has ursula on his lap and valentine sitting beside him with the miniature portrait of elizabeth. george puts his arm around him, a little uncomfortable at first with the tenderness but settling into it, they smile at each other, he starts to talk about mining. as they drive away from trenwith, george and valentine are too absorbed in their own newfound closeness and gentle conversation to look back. from the upstairs window, elizabeth watches them go with a smile.
in the truro townhouse, the household is busy preparing to move to london. suddenly, a knock at the front door. it’s demelza, dishevelled and frenzied and smiling - they need all hands on deck to bring in the harvest. george resists at first (“me?”), valentine begs to go, he finally relents - and it’s a throwback to the harvesting scene in the beginning of the show. the final scene: music over a montage. all the main characters are helping in the wheat field. it’s soft, sunny, and beautiful. george, in just his shirt sleeves and breeches, is laughing and free, helping pile wheat onto the cart and playing with valentine - chasing him around, picking him up and spinning him around, both of them are smiling. caroline and dwight are throwing stalks of wheat at each other and laughing, caroline’s hair a mess and she’s pretending to care about it, demelza runs up behind her and showers her in wheat, caroline is melodramatically incensed, demelza is laughing, caroline swears revenge and chases after her, female friendships deserve the world. demelza and ross have some stupid romantic moment, like kissing with the sun as a halo behind them. morwenna, her son, and all the school children help (morwenna and her son share a sweet moment), as does rosina and prudie and kitty and geoffrey charles. cary watches at the edge of the field with his arms crossed and a disapproving (but secretly fond) sneer on his face. all the characters are together - draw back to show the cliffs and the sea in the background - fade to black. everyone is set on their path of healing. everyone is where they should be. the french don’t exist. also squeeze george meeting harriet in there somewhere, and for the first time in two years he feels soft and healed enough to begin to love again, slowly, patiently. EVERYTHING IS GOOD, EVERYONE IS HAPPY, GIVE ME A SIMPLE, ORDINARY ENDING INSTEAD OF SOME SORT OF CHAOS WHERE TOO MANY SENSELESS, MEANINGLESS SUBPLOTS WITH NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REST OF THE SHOW OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS ARE CRAMMED IN. I’D RATHER BE UNDERWHELMED AND DISAPPOINTED BY THE SIMPLICITY THAN OVERWHELMED AND GIVEN A HOLLOW, FRENZIED, OVERDRAMATIC NOTHING - but, better yet, give us happiness by giving the characters happiness. thanks for coming to my ted talk
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headcanons around ansel’s abilities / mortality / wolf. this information is in his stats, but sometimes i like to put fun little facts on the dash ‘cause i love talking about my grumpy wolf. ansel has mastered the art of controlling his wolf. this means he is able to shift even without the full moon. though he cannot stop the change while under a full moon, he does remain himself in mind. this is through the old ways, as well as the guidance of morwenna and, more recently, because he now possesses original traits due to esther adapting the spell to solidify his resurrection. because of this, several things can happen that we haven’t always seen in your regular tvd wolf. when needed, his eyes will turn that amber - wolf hue, and his teeth will extend to allow him to give a true werewolf bite. the claws also come out, sharp as razors. all this can occur while mostly staying in human form. his full transformed wolf form is also slightly larger than your average werewolf. in part because of his power, and another part because he is an alpha. this control is something he attempts to teach all pack members. some succeed, some don’t.
as for the original qualities bit i mentioned, this is due to esther’s magic combining with the curse already bestowed upon him, allowing her to use an evolved version of the original vampire spell when bringing him back from the other side. while no one may ever know esther’s true intentions of reviving him, she did so in the knowledge klaus may not embrace another father & therefore gave him the power he needed. she knew he had to be stronger than he was when he faced mikael a thousand years ago. this means, minus the vampirism side of it, ansel has the same abilities as an original species such as even more advanced strength, hearing, senses, healing, etc. this is how he survived klaus’ knife to chest, only appearing dead until his body healed & brought him back, similar to if a mikaelson had their neck broken. the extra strength has allowed him to harness power over his inner nature even more than he already could.
now! this is not me saying ansel is invincible. he absolutely is not. everybody has a weak area, it’s how the natural order works. though it’s true ansel cannot be killed easily or in the same way other wolves can, that does not automatically make him immortal. he could still be killed through decapitation or heart extraction if someone was able to get close enough. he is also still weakened by wolfsbane, though it would have to be a large dose injected directly into his bloodstream as his tolerance is high. ansel spent years purposely ingesting wolfbanes, the same way some vampires drink vervain, in order to build this resistance. this is something he still practices, and his newfound abilities add an extra kick.
sometimes i toy with the idea that esther designed a weapon that could kill ansel should she need to, or that she created a similar loophole to when she turned alaric & tied his lifeforce to someone. the most likely suspect would be klaus himself; the easiest way to frustrate niklaus, but i don’t make this absolute ansel lore because i never like to assume anything that involves someone else’s character because that’s a two - person kinda deal. it’s also possible she might’ve considered tying him to hope’s lifeforce, knowing how protected the child would be. all this effort isn’t necessarily because she still loved or even cared for ansel ( though i suspect she did a little, from her reaction to his second death ) as much as she potentially saw him being an ally / weapon ( nope! ) and needed him as protected as possible to do so.
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𝙅𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙩
"𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨."
BASICS
Full Name: Jocelyn Cassandra Somerset
Age: 20 in 1925
Birthday: 4th of July, 1907
Weight: 56kg
Height: 1.54m
Faceclaim: Alexia Giordano
HOGWARTS
House: Hufflepuff
Wand: Dogwood, unicorn hair, 12 inches, flexible
Dogwood is one of my own personal favourites, and I have found that matching a dogwood wand with its ideal owner is always entertaining. Dogwood wands are quirky and mischievous; they have playful natures and insist upon partners who can provide them with scope for excitement and fun. It would be quite wrong, however, to deduce from this that dogwood wands are not capable of serious magic when called upon to do so; they have been known to perform outstanding spells under difficult conditions, and when paired with a suitably clever and ingenious witch or wizard, can produce dazzling enchantments. An interesting foible of many dogwood wands is that they refuse to perform non-verbal spells and they are often rather noisy.
Amortentia (what they smell like): Rosewater, eau de cologne, primroses, expensive soap and freshly washed satin sheets
Best class: Recess (jk) Astronomy
Worst class: Transfiguration
Wanted career: NA, ends up engaged before deciding a career, would pick one after marriage
Quidditch: Doesn’t play
Extracurriculars: Frog Choir
FAMILY
Mother: Primrose Sabrina Gray
Jocelyn admires greatly her mother: she’s strong, heroic, magnificient and admired wherever she goes. Despite being a busy woman, she always found time for Joce and the two bonded, and she was responsible for her engagement and eventual marriage into the Alderly family.
Father: Malcolm Stolberg-Burke ( @gaygryffindorgal )
Jocelyn and her father don’t talk much, but he always reminds her how much he adores her and is protective of her and makes sure that she always has a hug and a kiss from him. Overall, she loved him dearly
Sibling(s): Vincent Castor Somerset
The only son and heir of Winbourne, Joce admired him greatly and could always count on him and loved him dearly.
Alexandra Victoria Somerset
Joce and Alix had an interesting relationship. She loved and admired her, but saw their mother in them, and fought ofttimes, but always came back for one another.
Lenore Callista Somerset
Lenore was her father’s daughter through and through, and she and Joce had little in common and fought very often, for Lenore was tomboy-ish meanwhile Joce was very feminine and considered the most beautiful of the sisters, which grew into envy.
Morwenna Beatrix Somerset @gaygryffindorgal
The second youngest, she was wild and rebellious, always questioning everything and up to something, she was the last planned daughter of Primrose and Malcolm and the one Joce was closer in age
Youngest Sister: Gia Estelle Somerset
The youngest, she was a surprise baby and no one expected her, but was welcomed anyway with much love. She was soft, but had her strenght and was in Hufflepuff as well, and Joce adored her and was protective of her.
Uncle(s): William Berkeley @beloved-bucky Henry of Alderly @gaygryffindorgal Danny Gibson @catohphm Abraham Alden ( @cursed-herbalist )
Her surrogate uncles (for her mother had no surviving brothers, hence all of them were considered her brothers) were very important in her life, though whom she shared a closer bond was her future father-in-law, Henry of Alderly.
Aunt(s): Estelle Stolberg-Burke ( @gaygryffindorgal ) Nadia Erbland ( @gcldensnitch ), Niamh Kelly ( @unfortunate-arrow ), Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co ), Roxanne Haley ( @beloved-bucky ) Georgia Coventry and Cora Hastings ( @camillejeaneshphm with Cora being her future mother-in-law)
Cora and Jocelyn bonded very quickly from a young age to the point where she was made her godmother, and she considered her a second mother, and was delighted when she became her daughter-in-law. The two of them had an amazing mother-daughter like duo for the rest of their lives
Friends: TBD
Significant Other: Edward of Alderly @gaygryffindorgal @camillejeaneshphm
Both grew up together and were aware that Edward would marry the Somerset sister he liked best, and Jocelyn had always had a crush on him. The two of them would eventually fall in love in their late teens/early twenties and get engaged, with Jocelyn becoming the next Princess/Duchess of Alderly. Together they had a few children, among them the next Prince/Duke of Alderly
PERSONALITY
Three Qualities: Fashionable, kind, free-spirited
Three faults: Quite vain, God complex and jealous (in a good way)
Guilty pleasure: Spicy food
Writing hand: Left
Zodiac sign/other personality trait: Cancer
FAVOURITES
Colour: Gold
Composer/singer: NA
Food: Lemon cake
Family member: Her surrogate aunt Georgia
Location in the world: Venice, Italy
Holiday: Summer (cause she’s a summer child lolololol)
Hobbies: Sew, dance, sing and fashion
MISC
She’s deemed the most beautiful of the sisters by English beauty standards
She’s the best dancer of her sisters and another favourite of Queen Mary of Teck, consort of George V
She also has the most beautiful voice and many rumours were spread that she was a mermaid and not Primrose’s daughter
She’s the one who got a job later, after the duties of Alderly Hall became too much
She’s the one who travels less and her wedding dress was one of the most beautiful ones
She’s not very academic, but did like Astronomy well enough to pay attention
Her favourite instrument is the violin and always played for her family during dinner
She was also the accomplished lady of 1925
#hphl#fbawtft#jocelyn somerset#oc sheet#character profile#jocelyn x edward#edward of alderly#oc: primrose sabrina gray#malcolm stolberg-burke#grayburke#fankids: grayburke#fb profile#fbawtft oc
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Rereading Septimus Heap as an Adult™ Part 2: Magyk, Chapters 14-28:
DomDaniel
When DomDaniel was ExtraOrdinary Wizard, it was mentioned that he focused on his own goals and didn't care much for the population of the castle. I would love a short story from the perspective of an Ordinary Wizard during that time. It would be an interesting perspective, given that what we know so far is from Alther's retelling. I'd also love to hear more on the reception of Alther's ascension to EOW, since it seemed to most that he pushed DomDaniel off the Wizard Tower.
Do we ever find out why Alther agreed to be DonDaniel's Apprentice? It's clear that Alther doesn't care for his practices, politics, or personality (understandably so). What was his motivation?
Speaking of DonDaniel's goals, he was determined to gain as much power as possible as well as achieve eternal youth. However, since it took a while to sort that out, he ended up achieving "eternal middle age." This is another detail I find much more funny now than I did the first time. Angie Sage's writing is once again amusing in a way that appeals to readers of all ages. The fact that younger readers can understand the jokes that aren't fully appreciated until adulthood is the mark of a talented author.
I love the fact that Alther is determined to make DonDaniel's stay in Marcia's rooms as difficult as possible. Man becomes a poltergeist (affectionate) as a post mortem "fuck you" to the most difficult bastard he met while living. Ghost goals.
(This is the same man who called out Marcia for making the Hunter swan dive into the freezing river lol.)
Aunt Zelda and her Cottage
Aunt Zelda has a hen house that is a boat. She has Bert, a cat that is a duck. Absolute icon. 10/10 would visit even if I had to eat cabbage sandwiches the whole time.
The Dragon Ring
We love magic rings in the house 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Simon
At his failed wedding to Lucy Gringe, Simon was kidnapped and subsequently tortured until he gave up Jenna's location. The Supreme Custodian thinks Simon would make a more useful ExtraOrdinary Apprentice than Merrin. Knowing how the story goes, I'm curious why Simon is so keen to be DonDaniel's Apprentice, since he didn't seem to have an inclination towards Darke Magyk before.
Apparently Simon resents his family for their perceived lack of ambition. We know he wants to be the EOW's Apprentice. It would be fascinating to see Marcia's visit to the Heaps' room from his perspective. I think his reaction to the EOW being in his house would be a) incredibly interesting, and b) provide more insight into his motivations.
Connections
Stanley the Message Rat, my beloved. Always Certified Confidential in my eyes.
When his wife Dawnie tells him not to involve himself with wizards, she brings up her friend's husband, who was trapped in a pot in the Wizard Tower. In an earlier chapter, Marcia mentions Endor finding a rat in her pot, from, she assumes, the rubbish chute. The way everything is inexplicably connected makes it much more amusing as well as more relatable. Crazy coincidences happen, and while not as frequent and fun as they are in Sage's writing, they are believable enough given the fantasy setting and the fact that most people have experienced something similar.
Charms
I would love more information on Charms written on toast 🍞 That is all.
Wizard Green Eyes
How much/how long after exposure to Magyk does it take for wizards to develop green eyes? Marcia revived Boy 412 at the Wizard Tower, had him practice a spell at Aunt Zelda's cottage, and gifted him a Charm when she asked him to be her Apprentice. Not to mention Boy 412 found the dragon ring. I noticed there is no mention of his gray eyes turning green, so I'm wondering what the exposure level/time frame is for something like this.
Morwenna Mould
She knew about Sep. She spoke to Sarah about her THREE children at Aunt Zelda's, even though Sarah only knew about Jenna and Nicko.
(Also how have you guys been pronouncing "Mould" in your heads? Pretty sure I got it wrong as a kid, and now I'm not sure what to do 😅)
Ghosts
I'm in love with the idea that ghosts coexist with the living. I truly adore the idea that ghosts are able to get a glimpse of the thoughts of the living if they pass through them. This is not a concept I have seen before/since, but it is an absolutely fantastic take on the afterlife.
Supreme Custodian
He's baffled that Simon doesn't know exactly where his Aunt Zelda lives. Meanwhile the Supreme Custodian's aunts wish that he didn't know where they live 😂
Knowing the Hunter's name is Gerald and calling him that as much as possible is genuinely hilarious and admirable.
Magogs
Yeah, I forgot these fuckers existed. They sound even worse than the first time around, haha.
Sorry for the long read. I had significantly more opinions this time 😅
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Kinktober Day 6: Intensity Exposed
Kinktober Day 6 Prompts: Exhibitionism (friends) ~ Cock worship ~ Slutty clothing (public) Fandom: Original [Auchendale Archives] Tags: exophilia, exhibitionism, cock worship, slutty clothing, deep throating, breath play, rough sex, public sex Pairing: Orc(m)/Human(f), Darnok/Lia Word Count: 5857
[Authors Note: I hope you guys like this more pleasant slice of life scenario for Darnok and Lia, I hope it makes up for some of the angst and hurt, and please remember this when things get worse.]
Life in Auchendale was getting better for Lia. She had a new friend that was quickly becoming her best friend. The tension in her relationship with Darnok was easing up a bit now that they had been able to settle into a better routine. She had gotten a promotion at work which meant more pay, and a more flexible schedule. Overall Lia was doing great. She also had that island get away to look forward to and while it had taken some time to schedule, what with Darnok’s own schedule and hers already not meshing well. They were finally able to and both were showing the excitement from having something fun to look forward to.
After a few more public scenes with Darnok, and one with Ember, Lia had found herself quite popular at the club. Many doms had spoken to her and Darnok, inquiring if she was available for sharing or trade. So far Darnok had declined as the trying experience from the wager still weighed on both their minds, but they were still open to the idea in the future. Scening with other pairs or groups was becoming a favorite of Lia’s as she was learning so much from those experiences.
Both her and Ember had found new kinks and fetishes to explore, and it only helped their friendship grow. While neither woman was overtly sexual with the other, casual flirting was always fun and Lia found herself loving the attention that she got when her and Ember flirted publicly. Through Ember Lia had made even more friends, though none of them held the same place. She was still getting used to them all but her social life had never been more vibrant.
It wasn’t just kink either. She went to other clubs and bars on occasion, was invited to parties, even some small groups like a book and wine club. Something she was enjoying a little more than she thought she would. The emptiness in her life that used to be so oppressive was slowly fading. She still did not see Darnok any more than she had before, the difference was that she had other people to help fill and enrich her life.
Time at the club without Darnok was usually spent with Ember. However, Lia had begun to develop a closeness with both Lucien and Zane. While Lucien still made Lia a bit nervous, because there was just something about him that felt ancient and dangerous, he had never done anything to earn fear. If anything he was always kind, gentle, even protective of Lia. Most especially when Darnok was not around. All Lucien need do was step up behind Lia and place a hand on her shoulder, anyone bothering her would very quickly find a reason to be anywhere but near her.
Zane, was like Ember, a switch. Lia found she was most comfortable with him and enjoyed his company. They had gone out many times to movies, coffee shops, book stores, and a couple of concerts. They went bowling exactly once and were invited by the owners to never come back. Lia didn’t know you could shot put a bowling ball and still get a strike, but apparently Zane could. There was still something about him that was vaguely off, but Lia was afraid to ask. If he wasn’t human, or if he was one of the more rare hybrids, it might be a sensitive subject and she worried about offending him.
Honestly, Lia wished that her and Darnok had the same kind of connection she had with Zane. She felt that if her heart did not already belong to Dar, that she could actually see Zane as more than a friend. As it was, she only wished that her relationship with Darnok was so easy, that they could be together like a couple, not just dom and sub. It was her most secret wish, one she never shared, not even with Ember. Plus her friendship with Zane was effortless and Lia wanted to keep it that way. It also helped that Zane showed no romantic or even sexual interest in her, at least nothing that did not read as harmless flirting or teasing.
There were other club members that Lia was getting to know. Oddly enough there was another orc that she found to be almost as physically imposing as Darnok. They seemed to know each other, but were not terribly close. It seemed more of a casual acquaintance. Perhaps because they had both been at the club longer. More than any other Dom, Gorvaal had asked to scene with Lia. So far Darnok had only agreed once and it was one of the most intense experiences Lia had at the club so far.
Taking one orc was a challenge, taking two was a feat that Lia did not think she could accomplish. She was glad for all the training she had with Dar, all the time he had put into helping her relax and stretch. Even her oral skills had improved to the point where she could almost deepthroat Darnok, something that shocked them both, and had made Gorvaal cum almost embarrassingly fast. Lia had been thrilled, over the moon really, with all the praise and care she received after that scene. Being doted on by Darnok always made her heart swell, but being practically worshiped by two orcs, it went to her head a little.
Quicker than expected Lia had garnered the attention of the owners. Having been invited to a private soiree, something intimate and close knit. Darnok was, of course, invited as well, and it had been such a wonderful experience that Lia would cherish in her heart for all time it seemed. Like the gala, she attended as a sub and pushed her limits again. Being art was one thing, but acting as a serving platform had been another. Her ability to lay completely still, drifting deep into subspace, made her a perfect platter.
Even the hands all over her body did not bother her, or cause her to move. Her performance was so well received the owners extended a standing invitation to her and Darnok for all their main events. They were added to a special list and found that even more benefits had been tacked on to their VIP access. Darnok had been so proud of Lia that night, back at the hotel, Lia swore he made love to her. Not fucked, not had a scene with, made love. He was intense, gentle, passionate, demanding, and praised her from beginning to end. His words washed over her heart and made it swell with even more care for him.
Soon enough it was nearing time for the trip and Lia was practically vibrating with excitement. She had gone on a shopping spree with Ember to pick out a few things to surprise Darnok with. A few of the items Ember chose were things Lia would never have picked for herself, and absolutely would not have worn in public. They were far too revealing and suggestive, but this was a vacation and she was pretty sure only Dar would see her in them. She also got a few new swimsuits, a couple of cover ups, and some inexpensive lingerie that she would have no problem letting Darnok rip if he wanted to.
Of course she packed some comfortable clothing, something nice to wear if they went out, and mostly dresses as she knew the temperatures would be high. She splurged on some new shoes to match her outfits. Mostly sandals and slip ons as she planned to spend most of the time barefoot on the beach or naked in a bed with her dominant orc lover. Lia had never had a vacation like this and was beyond excited. So much so she almost forgot to purchase any travel sized toiletries and other necessities.
Even though Morwenna was the one footing the bill, Darnok had put a good amount of cash aside for them both for any extras she might not be willing to cover. Despite her offer of all expenses paid, she meant things like room, meals, and travel, not extras. Darnok mentioned that had he been the one footing the bill, Morwenna would have expected the extras. The both had a bit of a laugh about that and Lia simply could not contain her excitement, so much so she actually hugged Morwenna.
The only downside was not being able to share this experience with her friends. Yes she was looking forward to that alone time with Darnok, but some things would have been more fun with a group than just as a couple. As eager as she was, there was only so much time they could really spend having sex if Lia was being completely honest. When looking at all the activities the island offered, diving, glass bottom boats, swimming with marine life, bonfires on the beach with music and feasting, and dozens of other things, it almost felt overwhelming trying to choose what they wanted to do and when to relax and just enjoy the island. Still Lia wasn’t going to let that little detail spoil her vacation.
Soon enough the day had arrived and they were off. The trip itself was rather uneventful, though flying first class was a new experience for Lia. It was so much better than regular flying, by a staggering margin if she was honest. She was a little tipsy when they landed as they kept bringing her drinks and she was too polite to refuse. Darnok was amused and had to help her a bit to get from the airport to where they were staying without incident.
The island was beautiful and Darnok had insisted on a private bungalow for them. It gave them a small area of beach that was all their own. Something Lia was looking forward to, even if Ember had pointed out that sex on an actual beach was less fun than it sounded. Sand got in places and it got painful. Still, nothing was going to dampen Lia’s spirits as she unpacked her bags, hiding her surprises from Darnok as she did. She really hoped he didn’t get nosy and ruin things.
Because the trip itself had been so exhausting, Darnok and Lia settled on a light meal and then a walk up the beach to watch the sunset before turning in for the evening. Of course, they did not go straight to sleep and Lia found that so far from home, in this new place, being with Darnok felt like the first time again almost. There was so much passion. The foreplay alone drove her crazy, thinking it would never end. When he was finally, finally inside of her, Lia almost wept from the pleasure. It overwhelmed her and Darnok praised her, kissing her gently, stroking her hair, helping her ride wave after wave of release as one orgasm after another crested and crashed over her. By the time they finished, Lia wasn’t sure she could cum again even if she wanted to. Something Darnok took as a challenge and managed to coax just one more out of her, almost making her pass out.
It wasn’t the first time Darnok had bathed her, but it was probably the longest. Since they weren’t pressed for time, they could linger, and the tub was big enough for them both. Lia fell asleep in the water against his strong chest and did not wake again until morning, feeling warm, clean and refreshed.
Lia watched Darnok sleep for a few minutes before getting up and starting the coffee pot. Yes they could have had service bring them something, but Lia wanted to do it this morning. She dressed in a light sundress and waited for the scent of coffee to slowly rouse her sleeping partner. Lia was curled up in one of the soft chairs with a book she brought when Darnok finally got up. He walked over, leaning down, kissing the top of her head before moving to make his own cup of coffee. Sitting down in the opposite chair he smiled at her.
“What did you want to do today. I left today open since I wasn’t sure how we would feel after the trip. I think we both slept in a bit. So food would be a good first option. We could explore the island, go to the shops, maybe pick a nice restaurant for dinner so I can make a reservation?”
“Clothes probably should be first.” Lia’s eyes were roaming up and down Darnok’s muscular hairy form.
“Nope! I was going to test their nudity policy!” Darnok had the most serious expression on his face.
Lia froze for a moment before leaning into the back of the chair and giggling, her hand over her face as she set her book in her lap. “Darnok, really.” She was enjoying this moment. It felt almost domestic, and it warmed her heart. “I think everything you said was fine, but we wont get very far if you don’t put something on.”
Darnok smirked and waggled his eyebrows. “Oh? Is that a threat or a promise.” He flashed his tusks at her in a charming sort of smile and winked.
Finishing his coffee Dar stood up and moved over to the closet where he stored his clothes. This was going to be a little different as Lia had only seen him in suits and BDSM gear. His more casual look might be a surprise and he hoped she wouldn’t laugh too much at him. Finding comfortable clothing in his size was sometimes a challenge, he was muscular and big, even for an orc. Most of his clothing was custom made.
With an outfit selected Darnok pulled on his boxer briefs, his shorts, a tank top, and slid on some flip flops. For the first part of the day the plan was to be casual. “Ok, don’t laugh too hard.” Dar stood in front of Lia as he slipped on some shades and ran a hand through his messy mohawk.
Lia was ready to climb him. How did he manage to make casual look so damn sexy. The tanktop hugged every curve and showed off his muscular body, even if he did have a bit of a stomach. His chest hair poking out of the top of the tank only made her want to nuzzle it. “You look great, don’t even pretend you do not know how sexy you are.”
Darnok pulled Lia up and swung her around kissing her, his arms encircling her smaller body. It felt nice and he was eager for more, but wanted to at least do something other than have sex. They had a whole week and he didn’t want to miss out on forming memories with her. “Come on, lets see what trouble you can get into that I will be forced to get you back out of.”
“You say that like I am the troublemaker here.” Lia huffed and followed Darnok out of the bungalow and up the walkway towards the resort.
It was a small walk to get from their private little slice of the island to the nearest service area. A vehicle was ready to take them wherever they wanted to go and Lia was starting to see dollar signs pop up in her head. She didn’t ask how much all of this cost, and now she really didn’t want to.
The day was spent exploring, enjoying the food from street vendors, dipping into shops, and just having a nice time together. It was easy to forget their dynamic for a moment and Lia felt like her and Darnok were more of a couple now than they ever had been in the past. Darnok spoiled her, or tried to, any time she showed interest in anything he offered to buy it for her. He never looked at a single price tag, and that, more than anything, spoke volumes to the kind of money he had. Instead of enticing her, it made her uncomfortable, and Lia had to put her foot down. Though she was subtle about it and just said she didn’t want to carry anything around and they could buy stuff later.
It was enough to distract him and helped Lia feel more at ease. As they were walking they ended up in an area that had the fancier shops and restaurants and Lia felt uncomfortable all over again. This time though she didn’t need a distraction as Dar simply wanted them to find a place to eat.
“You said you brought something nice? I was thinking one of these would be good but it looks like there is a dress code for a few of them.” Darnok was walking slowly, checking out each restaurant and the signs out front.
“Yes, I brought a couple of options. I thought you might want to have a nice evening, and Ember said it was better to be prepared than not. I actually brought the dress you got me for the gala, since I never got to use it.”
“Perfect, I cannot wait to see you in it dear Lia.”
Darnok stepped up to one of the restaurants and spoke to the host, securing a reservation for later that night. Heading back to Lia he spun her around and kissed her cheek before walking them back towards the shops. “We should do one of the tours. Just to get a better idea of what is around. I know that touristy stuff can be boring, but we could walk all day and never see everything.”
Lia nodded, hugging onto his arm as he flagged down a resort vehicle. They got suggestions from the driver and took one of the less popular tours. It allowed them a more personalized experience and let them see parts of the island that weren’t frequented by guests as much. Lia was transfixed by the beauty of it and by the time the tour was done, the only had barely enough time to get ready for dinner.
When she stepped out of the bathroom Darnok audibly gasped. He had clearly forgotten how the dress looked on her, and for a moment it seemed they might not make it to dinner. Only Lia’s sheer force of will convinced him that it would be so much better if they had to wait.
The restaurant was busy, but not so crowded that they couldn’t hear each other. It was obvious to Lia that she was a distraction. His eyes, that smouldering look, the tension in his jaw, the slight bulge in his pants, told Lia that his control was running a little thin. Some of how he chose to word things, let her know that this dress might not survive the evening.
The food was amazing, and eventually Darnok relaxed enough that Lia felt safe teasing him just a bit. They shared wine, and a dessert, before calling it an evening and heading back to the bungalow. Lia was careful to slip out of the dress as soon as they got back. Not wanting to see it destroyed.
Darnok was keyed up, painfully hard and wanting. He growled, stalking after Lia as she slipped away into the bathroom. He was waiting, naked, when she emerged and beckoned her over. “I need you, and I wont be gentle.” He snarled at her hesitation. “Lia, you are not being a good sub right now.”
“I want to try something. If you will let me?”
A curious brow perked up a Darnok nodded. “Will I enjoy this?”
“I am pretty sure you will. I know you want me, but I had some surprises for you for later in the week. Right now though, I am feeling relaxed and I think I might be able to take all of you in my throat, if you have enough patience for it?”
Darnok’s eyes were wide. As desperate as he was for release, to feel her, to be inside her. This was something they had been working towards for a while and he was eager for it. It would be worth it, delaying his pleasure would be worth this. Moving to the chair, pillow in hand, Darnok sat down and put the pillow on the floor between his feet, giving Lia somewhere to kneel. His eyes were predatory as he watched her, kneeling, her hands on his thighs.
Lia scooted close to the chair, stroking Darnok’s thighs until her hands cupped his balls. She massaged them, one hand sliding up the shaft, feeling it hard and throbbing for her. She knew how eager he was by how much precum he was already leaking. Slowly she licked from the base of the shaft to the tip, following the trail of clear fluid upwards. She was going to take it slow, ease him into the pleasure. She needed to be the one to control this or it might not work. Also, she loved his cock and she wanted to show him how much.
Her tongue swirled slowly around the tip as her hands slid up and down his thick shaft. She wanted to touch every part of him, taste all of him, feel him release deep in her throat, but first she had to make him want it just as bad as she did. She wanted him begging and needy the way he always made her. She wanted to feel in control for a change, and watch as he lost his.
Mouth opened over the head of his cock, she let him feel her hot breath as she licked and teased the tip, never taking it in, just watching as his hips thrust up as she backed away, letting him graze her lips. When his hand went to the back of her head she swatted it away and cast her eyes up to see him smile. He had figured out her game and seemed willing to allow it. For what she had promised, she felt he might allow a lot.
His slight thrusts made her smile as she lapped over the tip with the flat of her tongue, finally giving in and allowing to push just a little into her mouth, Lia sucked gently on the head, swirling her tongue in circles. Her hands braced the base of his shaft to help guide him further into her mouth as she slowly took more of him into her throat. She was about half way when she paused, bobbing her head slowly. Staying at this depth to get herself used to it. This was where she was most comfortable and it no longer required hardly any effort to even take him this far. Clearly they had trained her well as she could barely swallow a couple of inches of him the first time she tried.
Ever so slowly Lia eased more of Darnok’s cock down her throat, taking slow deliberate breaths as she pushed to her current limits. It was pushing past them that would be the goal for the evening and that would take a little more time. Easing back Lia found a place between her comfort zone and the limit and stayed there, working his shaft with her hands as she bobbed her head. Drool leaking out over her fingers and coating him. She had to pause a few times when he got too worked up and use those moments to press and hold herself right at her limit, taking a little more each time.
Soon Darnok was praising her in a gravelly voice, a bit of an edge to it as it was clear he was close to hitting his own limits of control. Words of encouragement fell from his lips, but soon were shifting to pleas as Lia moved ever closer to her goal of deepthroating him entirely. This almost reverent worship of his cock was clearly breaking Darnok a little bit, his usual tight control slipping like it did when they first met.
Lia half expected Darnok to force her the rest of the way, losing the battle with his need and patience. Yet he did not, he allowed her to take it at her own pace. Though his begging did increase, not only in frequency but in volume.
“Please Lia, you are so close, just, just take the rest. Please, I need to feel it, I need to feel all of you. I know you can do it my pet, my darling Lia.” Eyes shut tight as he begged, Darnok’s voice pitched up as Lia took just a little more into her tight throat.
Breathing was getting a little more difficult, but Lia stayed calm. She could still breathe through her nose and taking slow breaths helped. As long as she didn’t panic, it would be ok. Her goal was so close and while her eyes pricked with tears she wasn’t going to give up. There was a little pain, but more than that was the euphoria from being so close. The diminished air was also making her lightheaded and adding a bit to her pleasure. They had dabbled in breath play, but were always careful.
Lia could feel her arousal dripping down her own thighs as Darnok’s control slipped and his hips jerked slightly. His words of praise and encouragement, became desperate pleading for more. Taking a breath in Lia pushed, her nose pressing against him as she felt his balls against her chin. She had taken him in, and as an added tease, she pushed her tongue past her lips and licked his balls, just to prove that she could.
In that moment, Darnok lost it and came hard in her throat. Holding her down, not letting her move until he was done. His cock swelled, pumping rope after rope deep into her throat. Her airway blocked even more as she became light headed to the point of almost passing out. Thankfully he pulled her up and off his cock, letting her breath as she coughed just a bit. His apologies sounded so far away as she felt his heavy form over her body, the bed soft beneath her. Folds slick as she felt his cock press against her. Lia hummed quietly, nodding, needing to let him know she wanted this, needed this. She was in a state of bliss beyond what she had felt and needed more.
The rough penetration in her body, a single thrust, was all it took to send Lia over the edge with a scream. Her orgasm powerful, crashing over her, entire body tense as she gripped the blankets. The edges of her vision were dark as she eventually relaxed, drifting into a sated unconsciousness.
She had woken up a couple hours after passing out feeling incredible, though Darnok looked worried. She soothed his fears and found herself under him again. This time he made love to her with a passionate sort of desperation she had never felt before. He spoke in orcish, saying things she could not understand. His tusks scraping at the scar he had left on her that first day they had met.
They wore each other out and then slept in more than intended. When morning came Lia’s throat was still sore. When morning came Lia’s throat was still sore, but any soreness was worth the experience from last night. She cuddled with Darnok and they spent the afternoon in bed, just relaxing together. No pressure, no rush, just soaking up each others presence.
The days seem to fly by as Lia was excited to do anything and everything the island had to offer. They met other couples while diving and exploring, one particular couple seemed to have booked many of the same activities at the same time as them, and they became vacation buddies. Joining each other for dinner, and actively choosing to spend time together. It was fun to double date and Lia felt more like Darnok’s girlfriend than sub, a feeling she wanted to cherish.
It was the night of the bonfire and Lia wanted to break out her surprise. She had pulled out the outfit Ember had helped her pick and slipped into the bathroom to get ready. She toyed with the idea of lingerie as undergarments, but the top would show off anything she had under it. As it was, it barely covered her. It dipped low in the front, the back just a couple of decorative chains leaving only her breasts mostly covered. The skirt had lacing up the sides like a corset, showing off that she indeed was not wearing any undergarments. She chose a strappy sandal that wound up her calf to finish the look. Heels would not work since they would be on the beach.
It was the absolute sluttiest thing that Lia had ever worn in her life, and a part of her loved it. She knew that people would stare. That they would see parts of her body she never publicly showed before. She knew their new vacation friends would be at the bonfire, that they would see her like this too. Lia also knew that Darnok, would have to look, but not touch, and the idea of making him just a little bit crazy thrilled her.
Stepping out of the bathroom she saw Darnok in a more casual outfit. Dark form fitting jeans. A older dress shirt unbuttoned mid way, the sleeves rolled up, his muscular hairy chest on display, the jeans hugging his butt perfectly. Lia was no dom and she desperately wanted to spank Darnok’s ass. She watched as he turned and froze, eyes locked on her, something dangerous there that thrilled her.
“Lia... “ His tone was dark, predatory, with a slight edge.
“Ember picked it out. What do you think?” Lia turned slowly, showing him every part of her the outfit didn’t cover.
“I think, it will not survive the evening. I can’t decide if I want to keep you to myself, as I know others will look at you, or if I want to show you off, letting them know what they cannot have.” He stepped up, pulling her body close to his, a large powerful hand gripping her ass. “Never forget my dearest Lia, you are mine, you belong to me, everything you have on display is mine and mine alone.”
It was the most possessive Darnok had been in a while and it made Lia curious. It also thrilled her. Not wanting to be distracted she pushed against him. “We will be late. We promised to be on time. I don’t want to miss anything Dar.”
His hand slipped into the shirt, grasping her breast, teasing her nipple. The fabric pushed aside so easily that Lia feared any wrong moves at the bonfire and her breasts would be exposed. When he lifted her and pulled her nipple into his mouth, Lia felt a thrill at the thought of something so private being seen.
The bonfire was beautiful and Lia was glad she was able to pull away from Darnok long enough to talk sense into them both and get them moving. A car had driven them to the portion of the beach that had been section off. Some of the street nearby had been as well, there were vendors and shops still open. Outdoor seating for drinks and food. A dancefloor had been set up in the sand, the panels lighting up as people moved on them.
Lia was overwhelmed and had forgotten how she was dressed. It took her awhile to notice the stares. It really wasn’t until she heard Darnok’s quiet growl that she even paid attention. If she didn’t know better, the possessive look in his eyes read almost like jealousy when gazes lingered too long on her body. It thrilled her, made her want more. Thankfully he eased up a bit and was able to have fun once she reassured him that he was who she wanted and they could look, but only he could touch, and touch he did, but he tried to be subtle about it.
That lasted only so long. They danced, they drank, they shared food with their new friends. Lia did not miss the looks the other couple was giving them and it was clear that they were biding their time to ask if swinging was a possibility. Something Lia wasn’t sure about, but might consider with some coaxing. As the night wore on they moved away from the bright lights and the food, and closer to the bonfire and the darkness. People were still dancing and singing, but more slowly.
Darnok’s hands began to wander, more boldly than before. Lia glanced over, seeing the open looks of desire she was getting from the people that could see them. Their friends watching with clear arousal as Darnok tease her nipples and slid a hand under her skirt for a moment. Lia wasn’t sure how far they could go, publicly like this, but she was willing to push those limits.
Tugging her away from the bonfire, Darnok slipped into the nearby trees, darkness mostly cloaking them. He didn’t care that they had been followed. He lifted Lia up as he unzipped his pants, his cock springing out as he hooked her legs over his hips and pressed her back into a tree. Darnok knew they were being watched as he heard a small gasp when he thrust hard into Lia, and it wasn’t hers. She had cried out much louder than that gasp.
He didn’t mind putting on a show as he fucked his sub against a tree, her shirt pushed aside showing her breasts, her skirt lifted, displaying her ass. Showing the slide of his cock into her wet heat, and wet she was. It appeared that Lia did like it when she was watched, at least this time she did and he planned to buy more outfits like this one, just to see what would happen.
Lia came first, hard on his cock, arching with a cry as he continued to rut into her. After a few moments Darnok came with a snarl as his claws dug grooves into the tree. He was panting and still hard when he pulled out of Lia and turned her around, dropping to his knees in the sand and holding her up as he took her again from behind. This time they could watch the people watching them. Darnok holding up Lia’s face so that she could see, and that their audience could see her pleasure.
“Look Lia, they are watching you, seeing how beautiful you are in your pleasure. Let go my dearest. Let them see what only I can have.” He made sure he was loud enough to be heard.
Darnok wanted to make one message clear. Looking was fine, but touching would come with a price, one most would not be willing to pay.
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Pls write a fic about the beach pics pls thx much appreciated by the entire universe
A/N: this turned into a bit of a fam fic I hope that’s okay! Also for any French readers pls don’t kill me I don’t speak French so if it’s wrong u can blame DeepL translator 😌 enjoy the fluff! xo
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The Cornish waves rolled in gently in the distance, as though savouring the sight of the warm summer sun peaking out from behind the clouds.
“Caroline, come join in on the fun!” Dwight enticed breathlessly, beckoning her to join the group in the game of tag there were all playing.
Caroline laughed and shot Dwight a look that questioned if he knew her at all. She remained firmly on her blanket. “I’m having quite enough fun from here, thank you, Dr Enys. Besides, I have been charged with the care of the sandwiches and Clowance’s doll and so I must play saviour.”
“If you’re certain, my love.”
“When am I ever not certain of my own mind?” Caroline asked her husband with a smirk.
Dwight barked a laugh. “How very true!”
“Tig, uncle Dwight!” Jeremy shouted, slapping the doctor on the back before sprinting away on his ever-growing, adolescent legs.
Dwight started and glanced behind him. “You little-” he began, chasing his unofficial nephew across Hendrawna beach.
Caroline chuckled at Dwight’s determination and wondered who was the bigger child of the two.
Before too long, Dwight had caught Clowance, who was shrieking with laughter as he swung her around from her underarms.
Once released, Clowance immediately went for her father, as always. “You’re it, Papa!” she declared as she tapped him.
Ross accepted his role and quickly caught his wife, Demelza, before she could run away. He held her tightly. “Tig, my love.”
Demelza laughed and tried to wriggle free. “Tig,” Ross said again, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Tig.” He pecked her lips. “Tig.” And again.
“Bleurgh, Papa!” Jeremy protested with a disgusted expression. “You’re spoiling the game!”
Ross laughed and freed Demelza, who wasted no time in tagging her husband again before sprinting away. Ross groaned as he watched her flaming red curls blow in the breeze as she ran towards the others, who all stood at anticipated attention.
Ross searched the group for his victim and decided perhaps the only person who could not outrun his forty-year-old self was Ned Despard. He charged towards his former superior and slapped him unceremoniously on the shoulder. “You’re turn, Colonel.”
Ned glanced to his right and eyed his wife distractedly admiring the sea. He took several paces towards her and fondly tapped her waist. “Tig, my dear.”
Kitty smiled a little nervously. “So, what is it I do now?” she asked Ned quietly, having never played the game before.
“You just catch another person, tap them and run away,” explained Ned, his eyes crinkling as he smiled softly at her innocence.
Catherine nodded at the information. “Right,” she said with determination, scanning the group. She set her eyes on the quiet young man she had met only this morning; he had a very natural calm energy about him which she liked very much.
Sam did not see her coming, he was smiling at his brother and his sister-in-law, who were pulling faces at one another. He started when Kitty tagged him and scampered away. With a grin, Sam then charged straight for Drake, knocking him to the ground as only a brother would. They rolled around in the sand laughing before Sam escaped his clutches, leaving Drake in charge of who to pick next.
As ever, Drake had only one person in mind. He jogged towards Morwenna and extended his arm to touch her, before pausing. He stared into her eyes as though asking her permission.
Morwenna smiled softly at Drake’s attentiveness and nodded her head. He took her hand and squeezed it. “Tig.”
A warm smile spread across Morwenna’s face before she went in search of one of the Poldark children, whose favour she wanted to gain now that she was part of the family, and the surest way to gain a child’s favour was to play with them. Mrs Carne was a lot faster at running than one might expect and she chased and caught Jeremy Poldark with ease.
Jeremy beamed at being in charge of the game once again and began relentlessly chasing his father. Ross managed to outrun him for about 30 seconds, before Jeremy finally jumped on his back. “You’re it!”
As Ross watched his only son laugh and boisterously run away, he put his hands on his knees. “I am too old for this,” Captain Poldark wheezed with a self-deprecating chuckle, his old ankle injury starting to flare up after all the sprinting he’d just done. “I forfeit.” The children - and Drake and Demelza - whined at Ross’ game-ending announcement. “You all must return to Nampara and dine with us this evening in return for my ruining of the game.”
Drake and Demelza immediately perked up at Ross’ suggestion. Demelza loved nothing more than her home filled with the people she loved most; perhaps they could even have some music and play cards. She began planning the evening in detail as she and the group walked back towards the large display of overlapping blankets.
Caroline had slightly detached her blanket from the groups’ in order to get a better view of a random couple who had walked along the sand dunes earlier; she did not immediately recognise them and was put out by this, but then she realised it was merely neighbours of the Poldarks, whose names escaped her, but she had been too lazy to move back.
Drake took two apples from a basket and excused himself and his wife as they made for the cave of Saint Sawle for old times’ sake.
As the others began to fight over sandwiches, Caroline Enys was comfortably admiring the sight of two little birds hopping along the golden sand when a heavy drop next to her made her jump. To her right, Caroline saw her husband’s form sprawled across her large, striped blanket.
“When did I get so old?” Dwight wondered, panting on the sand next to his wife. Caroline laughed at him as he caught his breath. “Have we anything to drink?”
“Yes, one moment,” Caroline said, twisting her torso to open the picnic basket behind her. She pulled out a bottle of wine and handed it to Dwight to hold for a moment while she dug through the straw box in search of a cup.
Dr Enys accepted the pro-offered bottle but did not wait for his wife to fetch a goblet and instead popped the cork off and drank greedily from the bottle.
“Six years of marriage and still I have failed to mould you into the perfect gentleman,” Caroline teased, half-amused and half-appalled.
Dwight grinned at her comment and took another swig from the bottle. “Ah, but if the perfect gentleman is truly what you desire then you would not have married me in the first place,” he pointed out with a victorious smirk.
“I regret the decision daily.”
“I, too,” Dwight mocked, taking another sip of wine; it was very good.
Caroline watched him closely, a taunting smile tugging on the corner of her unpainted lips. “I never pegged you for a drunkard, Dr Enys.”
Dwight laughed heartily. “If I may be so bold as to remind you, Mrs Enys, it was not I who overindulged in port last week and tripped over thin air!” He laughed again as Caroline swatted his arm.
“I was trying to get your attention,” she claimed. “You ignored me for most of the night in favour of our new friends.”
It was meant as a jest but her words rang true and Dwight felt a twinge of guilt. He looked up at his wife from where he lay and carefully intertwined their fingers. “That may be true. I’m sorry.” Caroline smiled softly at him. “Oh, I meant to thank you, my love.”
Caroline’s brows creased in confusion. “For what?”
“For coming to hear my speech.”
Caroline scoffed somewhat shyly. “How did you know I was there?” she demanded to know. She had snuck in fashionably late and had hidden at the very back of the room behind the tallest man she could find, so as not to distract her husband with her presence.
Dwight absently played with her fingers. “Because you are the most noticeable person in any room,” he answered honestly.
His compliment sent a quiet thrill through her body. “Good Heavens, Dr Enys, you are quite lyrical today,” she mocked, though with a pretty girlish blush on her cheeks, which she would later claim was simply the result of too much warmth from the sun. “You spoke well at the college,” said Caroline, gazing into his eyes, made bluer by the bright summer sun. “I was most impressed.”
“Did you understand any of it?” Dr Enys taunted with a cheeky grin.
Caroline tipped her head sideways at him. “Je suis plus intelligent que vous ne le pensez,” Caroline told him in perfectly accented French. She was smarter than he thought.
“Je sais, je sais,” Dwight replied smoothly. He knew she was.
Mrs Enys’ mouth fell open slightly. “Since when do you speak French, Dr Enys?” Was there anything he could not do?
“Well, I did live there for about a year!” Dwight reminded her with a breathy laugh. Live was a bit of an overstatement; survive would perhaps have been more fitting.
“Ah yes, when you were hiding from me,” Caroline teased lightly, her eyes soft. Such a terrible time for them both. “Do you ever dream of going back - to escape my acquaintance? It’s just across the channel.” She vaguely motioned to the calm sea behind them. “I could order you a ship by tomorrow!” As if she would ever allow him so far out of her sight again.
Dwight smiled at her and re-interlocked their fingers. “I am fine where I am,” he assured her in a murmur. “Although,” he began, glancing over his shoulder, “perhaps we ought to join the others now.” The rest of the party appeared to be deeply engaged in their own conversations but Dwight could not help but feel like they were being a little rude by sitting a bit out of the way on their own.
“Five more minutes,” Caroline murmured, placing her hand on top of their joined ones. “It is nice talking like this - just we two.” She felt they had barely seen each other for the past two months and was reluctant to spoil their moment.
Dwight shuffled himself on the blanket and moved to rest his head on his wife’s lap, not letting go of her hand. Caroline reflexively ran her fingers through Dwight’s hair. He looked up at her and smiled brightly; she looked beautiful in her new navy gown and the latest fashionable hairstyle was very becoming on her. Dwight closed his eyes in utter contentment at the feel of the warm sun on his face and his wife’s fingers gently combing through his hair. “Five more minutes, then.”
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Okay, here we go. The finale.
-The French plot needed to be introduced way before, not just in the penultimate episode. Saving it for the last two episode made it way too rushed. I thought (from the preview) that Demelza knew something about the plan, but of course Ross did not tell her anything (how naïve I am, Ross seemed so reasonable to me just because Ned was there). I was like WTF is he doing/are they doing/what is going on for the first part of the episode. The way Demelza told the French General that she wanted Ross dead… well, did he really fall for that? And not just that, he was also like ‘oh yes, not now, let’s have a swordfight!’ What? I mean, Hanson could’ve shot him right there, but he didn’t! And George saved the day!
-As to George… finally, George! I was not very optimistic after episodes 5 and 6, but I think they did they best they could for the finale. He thought Hanson and Merceron had crossed the line, he did it for his country! I liked the exchange between him and Ross, with Ross being ‘I have a debt to you and I don’t like it’ and George saying ‘I’ll revel in it’ (sorry, quoting from memory), and then agreed to get back to be ‘the same old enemies’. But then he decided to move away, I mean, he still has a house in Truro, but he won’t be at Trenwith. He is letting Elizabeth go, and even though it’s sort of an overused thing I was moved when I saw him on the carriage and her walking the other way, as if returning to her home. He wants to raise Valentine as his son, that is entirely clear, and he can’t do that if he stays in the immediate vicinity. I wasn’t expecting him to walk in while Demelza was plucking a chicken, that’s for sure. I liked that they didn’t change him completely (’I saved you, let’s forget the past’), but George has come to terms with, at least, some things. I loved how he wanted to kill Hanson and ‘dispose of the bodies’, though!
-Sam and Rosina got married, Morwenna and Drake had their baby (did they really call her Loveday or did I hear it wrong?), Caroline and Dwight did not have enough time to talk to each other properly, but I am glad they made peace. I was expecting Verity to show up, but she didn’t!
-I was watching the episode completely undisturbed, but then the video started glitching in the last 5 minutes (of course) so I’ll need to rewatch again, but I did like the ending. Ross going away, but promising to come back, looking at Demelza on the cliff.
-I need a spin off on so many things now. I mean, Cecily and Kitty in Jamaica (the band of sisters, as Demelza put it)? George (I want a show called ‘Warleggan’, but I am afraid it might be unpopular)? A fun show about Rosina and Morwenna’s school?
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Grand Jeté - Ch. 7 & 8
When George Warleggan quits a high powered job in the City to take care of the finances of the South West Ballet, run by his friend, Francis Poldark, it changes his life - even more so than he expected.
Elizabeth Chynoweth came to the South West to come back home, take on new challenges, and leave behind a less than perfect time in her life. She intends to focus on her art, but everyone knows what they say about best laid plans…
Ch 1 & 2 Ch 3 & 4 Ch 5 & 6
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Chapter 7
“Did you read the email from the Box Office? Another Christmas matinee sold out!” Rosina peeped over the top of her computer, an excited grin on her face.
“I did. They’re doing really well.” George allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction. Although the Company’s Christmas show already had a few matinee performances, he had suggested adding an extra few especially aimed at children, with discounts offered for schools and other groups. There were other performances in the Hall over the season, concerts and a pantomime and suchlike, but there had still been a few open daytime spots. The Hall management hadn’t needed any convincing – more bums on seats meant more money for them, too.
The excellent reception for Rodeo and Dracula had helped The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe sell tickets apace. Even the more obscure de Valois duo had sold well. According to Rosina, the current season had already seen a 10% increase in those becoming ‘friends’ of the company – those who paid an annual membership in return for reduced ticket prices and invitations to special performances.
George was under no illusions that this was all down to him – he hadn’t been here that long, for one thing – but he had been pleased to be able to identify some ways they could improve. Rosina had done a fantastic job with the social media – it wasn’t something George was especially interested in personally, but even the bank had employed a social media manager.
He’d only suggested the additional matinees because he’d known full well they would sell out – he’d checked the records and last year’s Christmas show had been oversubscribed. The show had originally been budgeted to cover costs, so extra performances would generate more revenue to be put back into future productions. Demands for tickets to the Company’s shows had actually been rising steadily for quite a while, which was all down to Francis’ hard work. The Company’s talents spoke for themselves, all that was really needed was some more organised management.
“So is the Minack Theatre finalised?”
“Yes, the Company is officially booked in for two weekends in June – eight performances, including matinees . Francis, Anne and Ellen are going down there for a visit at some point soon so they can start thinking about staging – and then I can start budgeting!”
“How’s that going for the rest of the season?” It was very early days but if there was one thing George had been able to transfer to this job from his last it was the importance of planning ahead. Marie Antoinette and Midsummer Night’s Dream were likely to be quite expensive, requiring more elaborate staging and costumes, going by the paperwork he had pulled from previous, similar productions. He was still getting used to all the details, but he was starting to feel a little more confident in his knowledge. Working in investments, he’d had to read up on quite an array of things over the years. Ballet at least had the advantage of being a lot more interesting than most of them.
“We’ve made a good start.”
“Good…When do you think we’ll be able to start advertising?”
“Not until early next year, I imagine, but that’s up to the creative team and the Hall management, really. Next time Francis comes in ask him to make sure you’re CC’d in on everything and then you can deal with the Box Office re the social media when the time comes.”
“Can I just say…” Rosina chewed her lip, thoughtfully. “Can I just say thank you for giving me this job to do. It’s really – I’m really enjoying it.”
“You’re really good at it, as well.” Rosina picked up her handbag and rummaged in it to hide her blush.
“Well, I’m going to take my lunch, do you want anything from the sandwich shop?”
“No, I’m, er, I actually have plans….” He tried to say it as casually as possible, pretending to be very interested in reconciling the Company bank account.
“Oh, meeting Elizabeth?” Rosina grinned as she headed out the door. “Have fun!”
With a sigh, George shook his head. He and Elizabeth had tried to be discreet about seeing each other, but it had been completely hopeless in a ballet company full of perpetual gossips. It was only a couple of weeks since that first date, but they’d met up a few more times since, including that Sunday lunch the following day. Elizabeth had taken him to a fantastic pub where he’d eaten some of the most delicious roast beef he’d ever had in his life. Since they’d both been busy, and Dracula had been in full swing, they’d been limited to a couple of coffees and one late supper after a performance. He’d driven her home afterwards, and for a moment as she’d glanced back at her door, he’d wondered if she was going to invite him in. She hadn’t, but in light of the way she’d kissed him before she got out of the car, he hadn’t been at all disappointed. He glanced at the clock – 12:35. The dancers would be breaking for lunch soon. As if on cue, his phone buzzed.
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“So, Francis told the company about your Minack idea.” Elizabeth smiled, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. They were in the Hall café; it was busy today, filled with mothers with pushchairs, artists based at the Hall, and a few schoolchildren enjoying their half-term holidays.
“He mentioned me specifically?”
“Of course! It was your idea, after all. Besides, he doesn’t want to take the blame if we all get rained on!” She laughed, a lock of hair failing out of her bun over her face. Without thinking, he reached across the table and gently pushed it back behind her ear. She glanced down, biting her lip and then smiled. George couldn’t help but smile back – she really was incredibly beautiful, glowing with her morning’s exercise. “Seriously, though, it is a wonderful idea. I’m really looking forward to performing there. When I was with the English National, we performed outside at Somerset House; it was really lovely.”
“And did it rain?”
“Yes it did, as it happens. It was quite fun!”
“What was the ballet?”
“Macbeth, so it really worked, actually!” They both laughed. Abruptly, Elizabeth frowned a little. “Listen, George…”
“Hello!” Morwenna dropped herself into the chair between them, trying and failing to steal a crisp from Elizabeth’s plate. “Having a nice lunch?”
“We were…” Elizabeth gave Morwenna a look, which her cousin gleefully ignored, glancing between the two of them with a smile. “By which I mean…shove off.”
“Rude.” But with another grin, she picked up her bag and disappeared off towards the company’s wing. Elizabeth watched her go and then shook her head with a smile.
“Honestly! I blame Caroline, she’s a terrible influence.”
“I’m sure Caroline would be happy to agree with that assessment.” He paused. “Were you going to say something, before?”
“Yes. You know Dracula closes this week, and then we’ve got a few days before the final prep for de Valois. So…I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner on Saturday.” George frowned. Elizabeth looked oddly nervous about asking him this, but he couldn’t imagine why.
“Of course I would.”
“At mine.” She added, softly. Ah.
“Well, then, I definitely would.”
Chapter 8
Elizabeth couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so nervous before a date….Well, maybe before her first date with George. Of course, that had been her first date in ages, despite Caroline’s best efforts. Her previous relationship hadn’t exactly left her with a great desire to get back in the dating pool with any haste. Until now, that is.
She hadn’t cooked for anyone in she couldn’t remember how long. Well, unless she counted making cheese toasties for herself and Morwenna when they had a movie night. When the other girls came around, they usually ordered in. Anything she made for herself was usually very quick and simple.
So, she’d spent most of Thursday (after waking up late following the Dracula closing night party) Googling recipes, and then a good hour or so on Friday dithering in Waitrose. In desperation, she’d bought the ingredients for a few possibilities and texted Caroline for advice.
Chicken and mushroom tagliatelle, paella or fish pie?
I think you’re probably fine with anything that doesn’t have garlic.
More importantly, what are you wearing?
I haven’t decided yet, probably just a skirt and top.
Yes, but what about under that? :P
Elizabeth sighed in exasperation.
You are no help whatsoever!
Finally, she’d decided on the pasta, and went back on Saturday morning to buy a lemon mousse to go with it. Annoyingly, Caroline was a tiny bit right – she had also gone out and bought some new lingerie. Maybe it was being just a bit presumptive, but she hadn’t missed the look in George’s eye when she’d emphasised that she wanted them to have dinner at hers; and she certainly hadn’t misinterpreted his reaction when, at the Dracula party, she had led him away into a quiet corridor and kissed him. The way he’d pressed her against the wall, his hand sliding up her side… Remembering it made her shiver.
She managed to push away her nerves while preparing the ingredients, focusing on chopping and measuring. However, when she was standing in front of her open wardrobe – having left her pasta sauce gently simmering on the hob – the nerves came back in full. Along with throwing dinner parties, dressing up was something else Elizabeth didn’t do very often. When she was working, she lived in leggings and dancewear; the rest of the time she preferred jeans and comfy jumpers. Her few party dresses weren’t really the right thing for tonight, she felt. Just as her sauce was getting close to setting-on she impulsively grabbed a soft, cap-sleeved, blush pink top which left a couple of inches of bare skin above the waistband of her skirt. The colour suited her, and the outfit flattered her figure. If only she’d picked it out half an hour earlier…
She was just boiling the water for the pasta when the buzzer went. 7:30, exactly the time they’d agreed. Elizabeth really didn’t know what it said about her that George’s excellent time-keeping was one of the things she found very attractive about him. When she opened the door, he was holding a bottle of wine and a bunch of flowers; he started to hand them to her, but stopped, his eyes widening slightly.
“Wow, Elizabeth, you look…amazing.”
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The dinner turned out very well, if she did say so herself. George complimented her on the food, and even asked for seconds, the hint of a cheeky smile on his face. They lingered over the dessert and the wine; the conversation flowed as easily as it had on all of their other dates, but there was an invisible undercurrent, a note of tension…of anticipation. Both of them knew where this night was heading, what Elizabeth’s intention had been in inviting him here, but it was almost as if they drawing it out somehow. Elizabeth was, in a way, certainly not because she was having second thoughts. It had been a while since…well, and she didn’t want to rush into anything.
It would certainly be easy to. George looked very handsome in his dark red perfectly tailored shirt, more so as the wine and the late hour relaxed her. The way he’d looked at her when he’d arrived had made her draw a breath, but it was nothing compared to how his intent gaze was making her feel now.
“Coffee?” She asked, aware of a slight hitch in her voice. George coughed slightly, glancing down, a hint of a blush colouring his cheeks. That did not help her at all.
“That would be nice. Thank you.”
“Why don’t you – er – why don’t you take a seat on the sofa?”
“Oh, okay.” She heard his footsteps on the carpet as she busied herself with the coffee machine. “Oh, I like this!”
“What? – “ She glanced back to see him looking at her picture collage. With a smile, she went back to pouring. “Oh that…I made a little collection of photos when I was at RBS, for homesickness you know, and it’s just kept growing over the years.”
“It’s nice. Really nice.” There was a touch of wistfulness in his voice which made her wonder. She carried over their coffees, setting them gently on the table before kicking off her shoes and sitting down, tucking her feet under her. George smiled at her, almost shyly. He picked up his coffee, letting it cool for a moment and then taking a sip. There was a short silence and Elizabeth couldn’t help a little laugh bubbling out of her, making George look at her in surprise.
“I’m sorry, I – just – I feel like I’m out of practice at this sort of thing. It’s – “ she bit her lip. “It’s been a while.”
“If you want me to go – “
“No! No, I definitely don’t want that.” She shifted closer on the sofa, meeting his gaze. His eyes were so blue. “Completely the opposite in fact.”
“Oh.” Gently, he rested his hand on her knee. The effect of that light touch through the material of her skirt was incredible, and she let out a shaky breath. She covered his hand with hers, stroking the back of it gently before intertwining their fingers. Their eyes met again, and she leant forward slowly, George coming to meet her. It was almost as if it was their first kiss, it was so electric, and she sighed into it. He lifted his hand to cup her cheek, even that slight caress making her shiver. The way she was sitting, she couldn’t get close enough to him and she hummed in frustration. Eventually, they had to pull back to breathe, but neither of them went far. When George spoke, his voice was barely above a murmur. “It’s been a while for me, too.”
Without replying, Elizabeth stood, George never taking his eyes off her as she did. Wordlessly, she held out her hand; he took it, rising to his feet and let her lead him towards the bedroom. There was no more hesitation now; she turned towards him at the foot of the bed, sliding her arms around his neck as she pulled him close for another kiss, relishing the press of their bodies together at last. He rested one hand on her hip, slowing stroking upwards to brush the bare skin above her waistband; his fingertips caressed the small of her back and she moaned. God, if just that touch could have this effect on her she could only imagine what more would be like….
It took quite surprising amount of effort to slide her hands down his chest and undo the buttons of his shirt. He sighed softly when she stroked the skin over his collarbone. Elizabeth pulled back slightly, and George reached up to brush her hair off her face.
“Yes?” He whispered. Elizabeth pressed a soft, sweet kiss to his lips.
“Yes.”
#poldark#george warleggan#elizabeth chynoweth#elizabeth warleggan#george x elizabeth#grand jete#au#f: ge#f: au#fic#m: fic
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A considerable perk of being in such a highly regarded position in his field was that Victor could leave the organisation of all the technicalities of the move back to Windenburg down to his assistant, meaning that little to no stress was actually placed on his beloved family and that, when the time came, they could just walk inside the manor and instantly consider it ‘home’. And everything couldn’t have played out more perfectly when the Golgothas did return to their family estate.
As Victor led his family, with his wife on his arm, down the driveway of his childhood home, nostalgia gripped his heart tighter and tighter with each step that he took. But as the early evening sun beat down on him, sending searing pains crawling across his skin, the thought of savouring this moment seemed to disintegrate into ashes similar to those he could feel being lifted away from his cheeks on the breeze. But as they finally reached the front door, with the sound of their children clumsily trying to haul their suitcases up the marble steps echoing behind them, the excitement that Victor felt seep into his bones when Morwenna squeezed his arm made him forget all about the dreadful mood the various mishaps from this moving day had put him in. He took a deep breath and let his hand close around the cold, metal door handle. And as the latch clicked beneath his touch, the door to his childhood world swung open along with the manor’s front door.
“Oh, Victor, it looks spectacular,” Morwenna gasped the very second that she stepped inside. Her black heels clicked along the polished wooden floorboards as she took a few sweeping steps around the entrance area, before eagerly returning to her husband’s side with a delicate smile stretching across her crimson lips.
“Just as I remembered it to be,” Victor agreed, almost allowing a sort of contented chuckle to slip past his owns as he too gazed around the room.
As Morwenna’s reaction would have suggested, the sight that the Golgotha family were met with as soon as they stepped through the gilded, scarlet doorway was truly breath-taking. The gothic styling, perfectly-preserved, antique-esque furniture and what seemed to be the very essence of shadows themselves woven into the house’s heart and soul was enough to make any Golgotha feel more at home than any of their own belongings ever could.
“It’s even more perfect than I remember,” Morwenna gushed with a serene elegance that shouldn’t have been accompanied with such elation.
The couple’s eager inspection of the entrance hall was quickly brought to a halt when their children came staggering through the door behind them with their several, bulky, plastic-clad suitcases in tow. Sterling not only had to struggle with his own and his parents’, but his little sister’s too once he had unloaded the others in front of the staircase. Halo was practically wrestling with her suitcase as she tried to haul it up the stairs to the front door, but her older brother soon came to the rescue and carried it up them with ease.
“Thanks Sterling,” she said, flashing him a tired smile as she followed him through the door.
“No problem, Hales,” he grinned, affectionately flicking one of her plaits after standing the suitcase amongst the others that were crowding into the hall.
“Hey, watch it!” Halo whined, grabbing at her hair and desperately smoothing the strands back into place. But all that she got as an apology from her brother was him teasingly, and ever-so-childishly, sticking his tongue out at her, which not only set himself off to laugh, but got Halo giggling as well, after she’d made a point of rolling her eyes at him though.
Their laughter wasn’t enough to drown out their sister’s frustrated sigh as she trudged inside after them and pointedly crossed her arms as she perched on the corner of the, in her opinion, hideous, candy-pink suitcase she had been saddled with.
“You having fun there, No?” Sterling called across to her. A teasing smirk tugging at his lips as he looked across at her.
“No,” she replied bluntly. Her face showed all her emotions, and as usual, when she spoke it stayed as blank and seemingly grumpy as ever.
“Okay, now that we’ve established that that is in fact your nickname, do you think you’d be able to answer my question?” Sterling asked, raising one of his eyebrows and allowing his smirk to crack into a full, cheeky grin.
“God, aren’t you hilarious?” November shot back. Her voice dripped with sarcasm, but was laced with enough venom to tell anyone that Sterling was pushing his limits by teasing her like this. But then again, when didn’t he?
“I like to think so,” he smirked.
“Oh, I know you do.” The sickly sweet, and clearly forced, smile that November shot him after that was practically murderous. But Sterling knew her too well to be phased by any of her irritability and just smiled right back at her.
Halo giggled away at her brother’s antics right beside him before reaching up and tugging on his arm, which prompted him to bend down to her level so that she could not-so-quietly whisper in his ear.
“How many lizard scales do you think she’s going to slip into your dinner after that?”
“Hopefully none if Dad catches her in time,” Sterling chuckled. “But I’m guessing about seventeen when she finds out that I’ve got a photograph of her with that pink suitcase that I’m going to plaster all over her locker-”
“I can hear you, you know!” November snapped, glaring at her brother and sister. Her anger flared up a lot more than would be expected of an ever-sombre teenage girl like herself, but when she was wound up like that it was as if lighter fluid was being thrown on the constantly smouldering fire in the pit of her stomach, and the billowing clouds of smoke that erupted from it came spilling out of her mouth as sharp-tongued spite.
“I know,” Sterling said, yet again accompanied by Halo’s giggles. “Was I right with my guess of seventeen then?”
“Yeah, one for every year that you’ve pissed me off.”
“November, Sterling, would you two please just get along?” Morwenna snapped. Her head was spinning enough as it was from the stress of the move, not that she really had anything to do with the technicalities of it, but she still did not need her teenage son and daughter squabbling on top of it all.
“Mum, that was clearly all November,” Sterling started. He was acting as seriously as he could, but the smile that tugged at his lips told his mother otherwise.
“Oh yeah right.” November rolled her eyes again and sulkily scuffed her boot against the floorboards as her mother continued to scold her and her brother.
“I don’t care who it was. You were winding her up and you were losing your temper with him.”
“Mum, can you blame me? Halo’s acting more maturely than he is.” But November’s complaints were quickly squashed by Sterling and Halo bursting out into fits of giggles again.
“Oh, be quiet, all of you,” Morwenna barked, tired of the quarrelling that had been ongoing pretty much from the moment that they moved out of their previous house. It was no doubt down to the frustration of being uprooted from their last town and school mere weeks into the new year, as well as having to abandon their friends and the community that they had grown to know over the past few years, but at that moment Morwenna couldn’t bear to listen to them bicker any longer. This was something that they could talk through over dinner, or if her splitting headache persisted, it was something that could wait until the morning.
“Oh come on, Mum,” Sterling began, almost instinctively switching on his easygoing charm.
“Sterling, don’t push it,” Morwenna warned.
“Yeah, Mum’s getting fragile now. If you push her too hard she might break something,” Halo joked, which yet again set Sterling off laughing.
Halo’s frenzied giggles, Sterling’s roaring laughs and even the small smile that threatened to shatter November’s permanent scowl pushed Morwenna to her breaking limit, as Halo’s insensitive, and rather ill-timed, wisecrack suggested. “That’s it.”
“Oh Mum,” Sterling half-whined, wiping a tear from his eye as he tried to catch his breath after laughing so heartily.
“No, I’ve had it. Take your suitcases upstairs, you can start unpacking your things. And if your attitudes haven’t improved by the time that’s done then you can set to work on your moving boxes too.”
The chorus of groans, sighs and mumbles of discontent that rose from the three children would have suggested a reluctance to abide by their mother’s wishes, but, despite all this, they obeyed, albeit begrudgingly. November dragged the ghastly pink suitcase she had been given, but hated so fiercely, behind her as she stormed upstairs to find her newly allocated bedroom. And, after Halo even struggled to get the handle of her suitcase up this time, Sterling stepped in once again to carry it up for her, still chuckling away at the comment she’d made about their mother as he went.
“Well handled Morwenna, my dear,” Walter said from the seat he seemed to have acquired beside the front door, smiling at his daughter in law in almost amusement.
“Why thank you, Walter. And it’s nice to know that you were there to support me, Victor,” she added pointedly, shooting her husband a sharp glare.
“You didn’t need my support, my love. You had that completely under control,” Victor replied, smoothing things over with a loving tone and a tender kiss to her hand.
“Luckily for you,” Morwenna sighed. A smirk twisted her blood-red lips though as she withdrew her hand and demurely crossed her arms over her chest.
“So, Father, what do you think of the house? Just as you remember?” Victor continued, turning to his father with a hopeful smile peeking out from under his greying moustache.
“A lot tidier than I remember,” Walter chuckled as he let his eyes wander around the room. “But, then again, there haven’t been twin toddlers loose in here this time.”
“Ah yes, Sterling and November often kept things…interesting,” Victor said, smiling fondly as he thought back to the twins wreaking havoc amongst the family artefacts and luxurious furnishings.
“I just wish that they didn’t act as if they’re the same age they were when we moved from here,” Morwenna sighed bitterly.
“They’ll adjust Morwenna, they just need time,” Walter reassured her. “It’s a big change, especially for little Halo, she’ll barely remember anything about the house.”
“Of course she won’t, she was just a baby when we first moved,” Victor said, before pausing to think for a moment. “God, has it really been that long since we were last here?”
“How long do you think it’s been?” Walter chuckled.
“It doesn’t even feel like I’ve left at all,” Victor admitted. “It still feels just like home to me, even after all these years.”
“Ah yes, that’s what the Manor will do to you,” Walter said, letting the amused smile form on his face again before waiting a moment to bring up his next comment, which you wouldn’t have been able to tell from the effortlessly casual way that it was presented. “So, when’s the welcome party?”
“What are you on about now, Father?” Victor asked, having already started to busy himself with checking over the remaining suitcases and boxes in the hall.
“The welcome party. I assumed you’d be throwing one of your lavish gatherings to welcome the family back into the neighbourhood.”
“And why would I need to do that? We’ve lived here for decades before this.”
“Don’t you think it would be of interest for you to ensure you’re on good terms with these people before we get too…settled in our old ways?” Walter asked.
“Father, you’re stuck in the past. No one does that nowadays,” Victor scoffed.
“Victor, I know the people of Windenburg much better than you, I know how some of the families think.” But before Walter could continue, Victor cut in with an all too wise tone.
“Look, I’m sure that we’ll be more than fine without bringing people into the house to nibble on elaborate canapés and make polite small talk. I know what I’m doing Father, don’t worry. Windenburg is my home, I belong here more than I ever have anywhere else, and the townspeople know that.”
Victor’s words and confident smile would have been so much more reassuring if they had been correct though. And Walter was then left to sit alone, amongst the boxes in the hallway, to mull over this idea whilst his son and daughter in law went to go and check on their children.
As Walter had hinted though, the news of the Golgothas’ return had spread across the town like the plague, and its effects were just as devastating to a certain family on the outskirts of the community…
#sims 4#sims 4 story#Golgotha Manor#Victor Golgotha#Morwenna Golgotha#Sterling Golgotha#Halo Golgotha#November Golgotha#Walter Golgotha#littlemissnellie#ts4#ts4 story#golgotha manor story
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S3 elizabeth appreciation
can i talk about how much i loved elizabeth chynoweth poldark warleggan in season 3 though and why she was the best character this season by far
first off, the crazy shit she did to try to induce labor was hilarious. and then she fake!threw herself down a flight of stairs to make it seem like her baby was coming “early” like gurl, no amount of faking can account for a black haired baby..
all her ‘bitch please must i do everything in this family’ faces when george malfoy was desperately social climbing and failing hard at every turn.
turning to alcohol and drugs to get through life. relatable as fuck.
her dealing with poor naive morwenna was a bit cold, but i love how she was like “gurl, love isn’t what it’s cracked up to be”.
the scene at the church when morwenna marries reverend pervert - elizabeth’s look of cold hard triumph when she sees ross (although i still feel like they’re eye-fucking each other at every turn). like she knows this is a cold move but she’s just like hey life wasn’t fair to me either so get over it.
masterfully manipulating george in the end and lying her ass off without remorse. spectacular.
i think this sort of shows that her previous seasons of being nice to demelza always had a tinge of manipulation (which i hear is more apparent in the books but was toned down on the show) which i LOVE. this girl knows how to get what she wants.
and her love for her children making her do whatever she needs to to secure their futures.
which made me wonder wtf she was thinking last season when she was hoping ross would leave his family for her? gurl, we know ross is hot but is he worth being ostracized from society, creating a scandal for the family and ruining your child’s future, all the while being poor cause he also no money?
like am i wrong that divorce/annulments aren’t easy things to get in the 18th century? or does this take place in game of thrones-verse where you can apparently get an annulment for no reason whatsoever. does she think he’s gonna pull a rhaegar targaryean and just dump his wife, then have a new kid with her and name him jeremy as well.
so she def made the right choice in marrying george cause rich!elizabeth is so much better and more fun, ok yes she needs drugs to get through the day but who doesn’t if you’re living with a malfoy
anyways, elizabeth is the best and i’m dreading S4………….
#elizabeth warleggan#poldark#anyways ross poldark is basically the rhaegar of this show tbh#aesthetically pleasing but not the brightest
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✒ I can't copy and paste on mobile but the symbol looks like a pen so here's a pen. (Now do I show self restraint or say screw it and beg you to do all of the poly pirates? Hhhhmmmmmm)
Ooooh, I like you. I love writing the poly pirate crew and I am always so happy when someone falls down the rabbit hole. This is like 19 people so...have fun. :P
1. Gabe is just....god he is constantly flirting with the girls. He’s like a mix between Harry’s style of flirting and just being a yappy, earnest puppy. He just wants the girls to be happy and flatter them. So, because of that, it can sometimes surprise people that he’s equally as admiring of the guys on the crew, albeit with the caveat that he also tries to be LIKE them as well as wanting to dat them. Case in point, his reaction to eyeliner being dismissed as ‘something for girls’ was ‘Wrong. Harry wears it and Harry’s really cool so it’s also for cool guys.’ Tl;dr? Gabe’s a hopelessly flattering nerd.
2. Desiree was super super happy whenever the girls have to partner up because she almost always gets to room with Uma. In her opinion, there is no better meaning to the phrase ‘good company’.
3. Zeke slowly gets less awkward around them as they spend more time with him and soon enough everybody’s groaning at his terrible jokes (except Gabe) and they are so done. He says they just don’t get it. They get it - you’re just a nerd. :P
4. Raphael’s hobbies like driving and working on wires or communications and his post on one of the crow’s nests are always rather solitary, so it gets assumed by a lot of people he’s the ‘weak link’ or the ‘lone wolf’. It’s their mistake - he’ll mow you down flat if he thinks you doubt his loyalty to the crew. He just appreciates his space and assumes the others do too.
5. Gonzo is always getting some chuckle on the crew playing with his braids - now if they weren’t crew, he’d have WORDS for them. Leave his hair alone! He’s long since let his crew do that - I mean, Desiree yanks them all the time for her own amusement or to get his attention and Uma likes to ruffle them. It’s a good thing the crew are cute some days, he’ll tell you that.
6. Yamato is perpetually frustrated by his reckless dates when he has to deal with it but he has a lot of advice and he’s been known to smile at them when he’s NOT the one dealing with them. And, y’know, he’s on Team Make Sure These Idiots Don’t Die so you know he cares about them, even if he’s sitting back grumbling at other times. GET OFF HIS LAWN. He’s not old, just a deadpan grouch.
7. Jonas is the one who fixes and makes new clothes. He likes making stuff look good actually. Who’s gonna pick a fight with him about gender roles? Certainly not, YOU, are ya, buddy? (Not when you’ll have 18 angry pirate dates you won’t).
8. Uma is kinda like Morwenna actually - she likes to dance a little but she also likes to sit and watch her crew have their fun. Sometimes she enjoys that more than anything else.
9. Morwenna is actually surprisingly flirty, especially if she’s had a drink or two. Also? Best wing woman.
10. Lex has learned everything he knows about friendship and romance from having the crew. That’s both adorable and horrifying. He’s always got to reset after returning from his ‘no emotions allowed’ family. It’s the pits but he manages.
11. Micah can pretty much only be talked down from self destructive habits by the crew.
12. Vince doesn’t really like fishing with the others - that’s his thing that he does to relax. He’s let Harry once or twice though. He DOES like collabing with the other ‘nerds’ on their more scientific interests though.
13. Gil is perpetually trying to be helpful. He has the worst habit of picking the wrong button to step on, like the mean names Mal used to call Uma or Desiree’s height. He has the record for most time outs.
14. Zhao’s a workaholic - not in the ‘no fun’ sense but he HATES being unoccupied. He needs a thing to do. Sometimes the crew can channel that into having some fun but sometimes they come home and he’s done their chores or job on the ship because DARN IT you guys left him alone with his thoughts.
15. Bonny is always skulking around, climbing, knocking things over, or doing gymnastics like cartwheels or walking on her hands. She’s like a super flexible, super impulsive, super skittish cat. Wait for her to come to you though (and if the rest of the crew ever treats her like a cat, it’s gone too far - she’ll bite them).
16. Malachi is a very protective boyfriend. He’s not one to hold a grudge - he’ll get revenge or let it go. But if you mess with his crew, you’re going on the revenge list. Firmly.
17. Drey sometimes has a hard time getting to sleep and she’ll walk around under the deck looking at rooms and dorms and remind herself she’s here. She’s not with Sykes gang anymore.
18. Rosita is SO INTO her boyfriends oh god, do not get her started. Actually, don’t get her started on her girls either. She’s very affectionate and she dares you to make something out of it (which would normally be a bet you shouldn’t make on the Isle but they’re vicious and she’s usually only seeing them on the ship anyways). She and Harry are the WORST dear god it’s only a matter of time before they make out whenever they get to talking. It’s a good relief from the skeevs she occasionally has to charm information or resources from (like money or other objects). She’s never shown them interests but well, they can imagine things that aren’t there.
19. The crew are some of the few on the Isle who aren’t afraid of Harry. Both because he likes them and because they know that. They definitely think he’s really cool and, admittedly, he usually has a decent idea for something fun.
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If you don't mind sharing, I'd love to know your general thoughts about last night's episode. Also, I'm sorry you're unwell, and I hope you at least feel a bit better soon!
Hi anon,
Sorry I’ve not posted thoughts before; I have had a really nasty gastro bug, but I slept the whole night through and *touch wood* seem to be feeling better today. It literally came on in the midst of the episode, so I haven’t been able to post any thoughts at all!
Generally, I enjoyed the episode. Ellise Chappell had a lot more to do, emotional-range-wise, and I really enjoyed all her scenes. She really showed that there’s a lot going on under the surface, for Morwenna, which is great. I loved the moments of fun and humour between Ross and Demelza, and I loved Ross and George’s scene in Trenwith. I also liked things like Ross essentially giving away a field - it really shows that yes, he is the one keeping unrest in the district to a minimum, and George is right to realise that.
I wish Sam Carne was being given more screen time. I feel we’ve hardly got to know him at all, which isn’t the feeling you get in the books by this point (end of The Black Moon). He’s got ‘more to do’ in The Four Swans, though, so fingers crossed. I loved that moment, though, when he almost despairs, and he and Demelza cling to each other. But, poor Sam, he’s been pushed a little to the side lines in favour of Drake, who........has been sold a little short. His friendship with Geoffrey Charles, in the books, is very real and he’s genuinely attached to Geoffrey Charles, whereas so far in the show it’s come across basically as a way for him to see Morwenna. I also feel he’s either badly underwritten or, tbh, the actor just isn’t all that great, because there basically seem to be two expressions, love-lorn or slightly bemused. And it’s a shame, because I love Drake, in the books. But his story in the show so far has...it’s been too one-dimensional. I think that’s my biggest critique for the Carne brothers so far: too one-dimensional.
Which, tbh, is a problem that extends beyond them. Particularly to George. Oohhhhh, for some complexity and sublety in George again. I don’t expect it towards Ross, but towards anyone else would be nice. This episode was basically All About George, and as the character stands at the moment in the show, that’s rather boring Evil (tm) stuff. I’m hoping that after next week, and Agatha’s telling him that Valentine wasn’t an eight-month child, that we’ll get some depth back to him.
My biggest issue with the episode was how much they squeezed into it, though. I WISH they’d cut down 3.03 (and thus removed all those ‘wtf he was gone for six months?!?! issues) and done more with Drake, Morwenna and Geoffrey Charles. The toads, for example. Suddenly George has a phobia of toads that wasn’t seeded earlier in the series. It’s just....*makes face* too much shoved into the one episode. It’s a bigger book than Ross Poldark or Demelza or Jeremy - it needed more space, to have all the plotlines in it.
All this makes it sound like I didn’t enjoy it, which I did, very much. But having had more time to think about it post-broadcast makes my ‘initial reaction’/first post about it more evenhanded, heh.
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Kinktober Day 1: Intensity Challenged
Kinktober Day 1 Prompts: Sexual deprivation (long term) ~ Orgasm control ~ Competitions (with other Subs) Fandom: Original Tags: Exophilia, Sexual deprivation, Orgasm control, sub competition, angst, hurt/comfort, F/F themes, dom/sub themes, bondage Pairing(s): Orc(m)/Human(f), Darnok/Lia, Human(f)/Human(f)
[Authors Note: Welcome back to another Kinktober. I hope to do better this year than last because I have a lot of stories mapped out, especially for these two. Originally I had not planned for the competition to go this way and was not intending a mixed scene with both m/f and f/f elements. Hopefully it doesn’t come across as too muddled and unfocused.]
Lia was going to get to see Darnok again soon and they had the opportunity to enjoy the V.I.P. access. Slipping the card into her wallet Lia sent a message to Darnok, checking to see if he received his own invite. She was worried that he hadn’t and worded the question in a way that made it seem like she had not received one. Lia was relieved when he had also received the invite and informed him of her own. Their plans were changed to be more casual since it would be best to explore the lounge and what their new access had to offer as opposed to doing a complex scene.
The night arrived and Lia was both excited and a little worried. She wasn’t sure what would happen and decided not to bring anything extra with her. She dressed a bit nicer than she usually would when going to the club, not wanting to upset Darnok by picking out something inappropriate. The drive felt like it took longer, though rationally Lia knew that it took the same amount of time it always did.
She walked up to the club and showed her new ID card to the bouncer who waived her through with a smile. She headed to the main area of the club to wait for Darnok, not wanting to enter the V.I.P. area without him. Sipping on a drink her eyes lit up when he arrived, holding out an arm to her and escorting her to the Lounge. The V.I.P. area was named Destiny’s Lounge, but most just called it the lounge as that was simpler.
“I hope you aren’t too disappointed about not doing a scene tonight. I know we haven’t really had a chance to have a good one in a while and I wanted to make sure that was ok with you.”
“It’s fine Darnok. I think this is a better plan. See what is offered, and that might help us plan our next scene. I can be patient, can you?”
Darnok laughed and headed to the lounge with Lia holding onto his arm. They were allowed in after showing their cards and walked into the small foyer that granted access to the full V.I.P. area. The lounge had a sign over the door, a soft glow coming from within. Quiet music could be heard as well. There was a bar off to the side, separate from the lounge with plenty of seating for an intimate crowd. There were other areas to explore, but that could come later. The lounge itself seemed like the best place to start.
They had not been there long when they were approached by someone Lia did not recognize, though he seemed to know Danrnok as the two shook hands. The man was unusual looking. Sharp features, horns curling up from his head, eyes that seemed to glow. Lia noticed his hand had dark claws, she wasn’t sure if he looked demonic or draconic as his skin had a somewhat dusty grey hue.
“Well, are you going to introduce me, or are you going to be rude?” The tall horned man was looking at Lia.
“Right, of course, how dare I be rude. Lucien, this is my sub Lia.” Darnok glanced down at Lia to check on her.
“Well, Lia, as Darnok said, I am Lucien and I am quite pleased to meet you.” Leaning down he grasped her free hand, kissing it softly. His eyes shifted color as he winked at her. “I hope my appearance doesn’t frighten you too much.” He stood up straight releasing her hand.
“No Sir, I am not afraid.” Lia knew she had to be extra polite. She didn’t want to embarrass or upset Darnok.
“Oh I like her, my friend, do let me know if you plan to ever share.” He gave Darnok a look and then addressed them both. “Well I must be going. I have some things to tend to and the grape vine is singing. Morwenna is looking for you both.” With a slight bow Lucien left.
Darnok looked down at Lia. “Lucien is an old friend of mine. He has been trying to get me V.I.P. access for over a year now. His sway isn’t as strong as Morwenna’s and my schedule prevented me from being able to attend some key events. I am glad that the owners were willing to overlook the past when considering me.” Darnok led Lia over to a couch with a table she could set her drink on.
There were no worries about drugged drinks as the lounge was heavily surveilled and had security on premises. Everyone knew the punishment for such behavior and it was unpleasant and possibly illegal if Lia thought too hard about it. She relaxed into the couch, leaning into Darnok and observing the people. There was a good mix of races, just like with the rest of the club. She saw other orcs, some elves, a couple of goblins, and plenty of humans. Though some of them might not be human at all.
The comfortable silence did not last long as Morwenna came into view. She seated herself next to Darnok with a smile and waved over a server ordering herself a drink. She looked Lia over with a smile before turning to Darnok.
“I am glad to see that you were finally able to get access to the lounge. It will be so much more fun with all the new blood coming in. The gala saw more invites than usual as there were exceptional performances and behaviors by both dom and sub alike. The owners are not usually so generous, but I am glad for it. We always need new and interesting people.”
Darnok nodded. “I am just glad they are still picky and stuck to their original model. Not letting people buy their way in or otherwise force their way in. It keeps the undesirables out. Having to earn it, means you will respect the privilege more, at least it should anyway.”
“Yes, well, not everyone does and sometimes after they get comfortable they get cocky and I have seen a good number of access privileges revoked over the last year. Not sure why, maybe something in the water? Either way, now that you are here why don’t we discuss that wager I mentioned” When her drink arrived Morwenna took a delicate sip and continued. “I am eager to play with new blood. So how about a two part competition?”
Darnok raised a brow. “A competition? Of what sort?”
“Your sub verses one of mine. A test of endurance, patience, and control.” Morwenna was smiling behind her glass.
“I’m listening.”
“Good. Part one is sexual deprivation. The subs must go without sex and release for as long as possible. That includes masturbation, but no one will be disqualified for any nocturnal releases. During this time the sub must perform sexual acts for their dominant. We shouldn’t have to suffer, this isn’t testing our abilities but theirs.”
Darnok looked thoughtful. He had a better chance to win since he wasn’t able to see Lia regularly, something Morwenna wasn’t aware of. It did prevent him from keeping an eye on her, but he trusted Lia. “Ok, that seems fair, what is the second part?”
“Ah, the second part is more fun. Orgasm control. After the deprivation, someone one will of course either lose part one or we call it a draw after hmm, three months? Is that too long, yes probably, 37 days, how is that. A little more than a month. So after 37 days if no one breaks, we move to part two. This will require them to control their orgasms. That part of the competition we will need a room for. We will tease and pleasure our subs and it is their responsibility to hold off as long as possible. Whomever’s sub orgasms first, loses.”
Glancing at Lia Darnok looked back at Morwenna. “I could be on board with this. What does the winner get?”
“Aren’t gloating rights enough?” Morwenna laughed lightly. “I jest. We both have the funds for a substantial prize. Loser buys the winner and their sub an all expense paid trip to an island getaway. It would be just in time for the worst parts of the season and I do like warmth.”
“You speak as though you are going to win.” Darnok did some mental calculations and knew he could easily afford it. Though it would be nice and he could frame it as a business trip when he won.
“Oh Darnok, you know I always get what I want. I rarely, if ever, lose. Still, you do have some advantages. I know you, but not your sub. So I am going in a bit blind. I am still willing to take the chance. So, do we have a wager?” Morwenna held out her hand to Darnok.
Shaking her hand Darnok smiled. “You might want to go ahead and book those tickets now. Save yourself a little money.”
“Oh I do so love it when you are cocky.” Standing up, drink in hand, Morwenna smiled at them both. “The competition starts tomorrow. I suggest you enjoy your evening while you can, I know I plan to.”
Lia watched the woman walk away and felt a lump in her throat. They had not planned to have sex and now she was going to have to wait over a month to do a scene with him? Or was it more she would have to wait to be allowed to enjoy it? Looking at Darnok curiously, she decided it was best to let him lead on this. Maybe he knew something she didn’t.
“I know I should have asked you before agreeing, but this is a perfect opportunity for us. Not only would it give you a chance to prove yourself as a sub, but a nice trip to an island, a resort, maybe a private bungalow. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a dream to me.” Darnok stroked Lia’s cheek. “I know we can do this, our schedules will make this an easier competition for us, at least, the first part.”
Those words hit deep, prove herself, that was something she wanted. She needed to prove to Darnok that she was perfect for him. If they won, a weekend together away from everything could change their entire relationship. It could potentially give Lia what she wanted, or at least put them on that path. There was the possibility of it going wrong, but she had to have faith that it wouldn’t.
“Ok, I am on board with this. I mean I am the sub so I know I don’t get a choice, but I also know you would give me an out if I really didn’t want to do it. How do we make this work though?”
“That will be the easy part. We already are not scheduled to see each other too much over the next month or so. For the scenes we do, I can help you work on your control. I suggest you also practice edging yourself just be careful. Sometimes you can trigger an orgasm without meaning to, and your body has always been quite responsive to my touch. This will take some practice on both our parts. I have to find ways to cool you down while I work you over, to help you keep from hitting that edge.” Darnok slipped an arm around Lia. “I have a hotel room, I wasn’t sure what tonight was going to be like. I suggest we leave now and make full use of it.”
She couldn’t help but laugh a bit and finished her drink. “Well, I can’t say no to that. No practicing, just driving each other crazy tonight ok?”
“That sounds like the most excellent of plans dearest Lia.”
Darnok’s stamina was put to the test as he and Lia chose to make the most of the evening, and into the early hours. Neither wanted to sleep, for different reasons, but the goal was the same. Close to check out time Lia was laying in the bed sore and completely exhausted. Though if she was honest she had been exhausted for hours. Maybe there was a thing as too much sex, but she refused to beleive it and just chalked it up to her body not being used to this sort of thing.
“Well, I am pretty sure that will help keep me from wanting to have sex again for a while, and I am too sore to masturbate.” Lia admitted as Darnok walked back into the bedroom from the bathroom fully dressed.
He was chuckling as he sat down and put on his shoes. “The shower is yours if you’d like, and I agree. I probably wont need sex again for a while, but I will contact you with instructions after a couple of days.”
Lia showered, dressed, and walked out with Darnok. She hugged him before getting into her car and heading home. There was a nap in her future, her very near future and she had to figure out just how she was going to deal with the next 37 days. Lia got the impression that this was going to be much harder for her than Darnok, but that was the point. She was the one trying to prove herself, not him.
The first week was easy, Lia had no desire to masturbate at all, and the idea of sex didn’t appeal to her. It took about that long for her to no longer be sore. Perhaps Darnok had been a little over zealous, but then that may have been the plan. If she was too sore and exhausted to orgasm, then they had this competition in the bag. Of course that didn’t last, but one week down was a pretty good start.
Even after the first week Lia was doing ok, she had gone longer without masturbating before, but now that she knew she couldn’t, the temptation was a lot stronger. It was during the second week that Darnok began instructing her on how she should edge herself. How to bring herself pleasure without release. He wanted to teach her to control her pleasure, to not get lost in it the way she sometimes did. He wasn’t worried about the first part of the competition, it was the second part he feared losing, and he expressed that concern to her more than once.
Their first scene since the wager began was nothing like what Lia had experienced before. It was pure torture. Darnok drove her almost to the edge over, and over. Teasing different parts of her body. Showing her how to take pleasure, let it build, and then let it fade. He practiced a few techniques on her to try and calm her down while still bringing pleasure. There were a number of close calls that had him backing off and letting her cool down completely before he felt safe touching her again.
He could see the frustration in her eyes, her desire for release, and knew to stop pushing. Instead he pleasured himself in front of her. Something he had never done, at least not all the way to completion. Seeing her covered in his seed only made him want her more. A temptation he struggled to resist. It would be too easy to fall victim to his own lust, and if he was inside of her, he would not stop, and he wasn’t sure Lia could resist at that point. As it stood he felt a little bad finding his own release when she could not.
Carefully Darnok cleaned his sub, he praised her and comforted her. The aftercare was most important, not only to help her calm down, but to reinforce their bond. This was the only way to keep the experience from feeling unbalanced. Darnok had to let himself care for her, cherish her, treat her with love and reverence. Something he had been avoiding since things had become complicated in his life.
The third week brought with it some relief. Lia’s hormones shifted and she simply had no desire to seek pleasure. She was still warm from the last session with Darnok. While the experience had brought her to tears, the aftercare had filled her heart even more than it had been before. He had never treated her so lovingly and if this was what it took to feel that, then she would gladly forego the pleasure of her body to have this with him.
Once her hormones had cycled back up, resisting became much harder, especially since she had been practicing edging again. She was focusing on different forms of stimulation, the ones she knew would get her there quicker. She had to practice resisting that pleasure for as long as she could. Many days Lia found herself breaking out a toy multiple times, only to not let herself reach satisfaction. It was getting to the point where she did not want to keep going and just wanted release.
Thankfully Darnok was there to soothe her frayed nerves with his deep calming voice. Their phone calls became more frequent as Lia needed the extra support to get through this and they needed to discuss their next session. This one would be harder than the last. Lia would have to resist even more because Darnok anticipated that simple teasing would not be enough and that Morwenna would expect him to penetrate her during the second part of the competition. This session was to help both of them resist becoming lost in the moment.
When the session began, Lia was nervous, more so than the last time because she could see that Darnok was nervous as well. The time was almost up and Morwenna had not indicated that her sub had lost, that meant tonight could break them both if they got too caught up in everything. Something that was a very real possibility for them both.
Darnok started slow, easing them both into the session. He treated it as a rehearsal for the real thing. Starting with simple touches, using his hands and mouth to push Lia to the edge of pleasure over and over, only backing off when he could sense her body tensing. When it was time for penetration Darnok talked Lia through it, explaining how he would move to keep from overwhelming them both. He held his body in a way that the pressure would not be on her clit, anything to give them an advantage.
At first it was easy, he could go slow, roll his hips, they both enjoyed it but it wasn’t enough stimulation to get them to release any time soon. Gradually he sped up, his control slipping until his tusks were scratching her shoulder and he could feel himself on the edge. Pulling out quickly Darnok came on Lia, covering her slick folds, stomach, and breasts with his seed. He looked at her worried that she had reached completion as well as her body was shaking.
“I… I am so close….” Her voice was small. “Darnok please…”
The begging almost broke him, but he was so proud of her. He lost control, but she didn’t. His smile lit up his face as he shook his head. “Oh Lia, you have never made me prouder, please do not give in. We have come so far, you have done so well my dearest.”
Sucking in a breath Lia nodded. She focused her breathing and relaxed the tension in her body. The needy, pulsing, ache that filled her slowly faded in intensity. She was still filled with need, but she could handle it now. She wasn’t in danger of going over the edge unexpectedly. Darnok let her rest for a good while as he carefully cleaned her, not wanting to stimulate her too much and send her over the edge accidentally.
It was much harder to calm down this time and Darnok did his best to care for Lia, to bring her back to a more neutral place. He worried about overworking her body, taxing her mind, nothing was worth bringing her actual harm. He whispered words of praise and encouragement until he felt her relax in his arms. This session was shorter, he could not risk pushing for more, he did not trust himself to not give into her pleas.
Lia’s frustration was turning to anger and she was glad the time was almost up for the first part of the wager. It was beginning to affect her day to day life. She was snapish, terse, and short with people more frequently now. Explaining it off as bad days was becoming harder and she had to be careful that she wasn’t risking her job.
As the 37th day arrived and passed Lia was curious when she did not hear from Darnok. She had managed to survive the first part of this challenging wager, it was the second part she feared. Being this keyed up for so long meant that she could lose control more easily. Lia was ready to be done if she was honest and wanted nothing more than to go back to exploring this aspect of her life with Darnok, without all the restrictions. Maybe they could revisit this again, but on their own terms. 37 days did not sound like a lot until she had to experience it, and it was just too long.
When Darnok finally called Lia was relieved. It seemed to have been a draw. Something that didn’t really come as a surprise. While Lia did not know Morwenna or her sub, she knew how to recognize a competitive streak when she saw one and the domme was competitive. Darnok scheduled their next play session for the weekend. They would be utilizing one of the larger rooms as all four of them would have a play session together. Lia wondered how much cross over there would be, or if they were just sharing space.
The night finally came and Lia dressed comfortably. She packed a spare set of clothes and some other essentials. She was going to be spending the night at the hotel with Darnok afterwards. Lia had the feeling she was barely going to be able to move and that the after care would take the rest of the night.
Heading into the club she saw Darnok waiting for her close to the entrance. He guided Lia towards the back rooms as they were the only ones open and big enough for all four of them to have enough space to enjoy themselves. Morwenna was already there when Lia and Darnok arrived. Her sub was naked, blindfolded, and bound to one of the small beds.
“I wanted to save a little time and get my sub prepared. She has been, a little difficult to handle these last few days. I am sure we could have timed this better, but I did not let her cum, even after the 37 days were up. I wanted her prepared for this and eager.”
“Lia has been a dutiful sub and has not orgasmed either. Even though I never said she couldn’t, she chose to continue the deprivation of her own volition. I could not be more proud of her, or more eager for this wager to be complete. I miss scening fully with my sub and while this has been excellent practice and has given me some interesting insight, my pleasure comes from the pleasure of my partners. This was no easy task for either of us.”
“Shall we begin?” Morwenna asked her hand sliding slowly along her subs body, teasing the bound woman's nipple gently.
“Give us just a moment to get ready.” Darnok helped Lia onto the other bed, stripping her of her clothing. He would not use bonds to hold her, he needed to be able to read every movement of her body. Stripping down to his pants, he nodded. “We may begin.”
Darnok’s focus was on Lia, he could not allow what was happening next to them to become a distraction. He started slow, his hands roaming over Lia’s body, massaging her muscles, her breasts, hips, and thighs. He carefully avoided her hot spots, wanting to warm her up slowly, get her used to his touch, let her sink slowly into the sensations. When she was relaxed enough he began to tease her, attaching the little bell nipple clamps to her now pert nipples. Smiling as they made light sounds with her subtle movements. “So beautiful my little Lia.”
Lia was torn between focusing on Darnok and being distracted by the scene happening next to them. Morwenna had a similar approach, starting slow, but she was teasing her sub more with her mouth than her hands. Lia became curious about how different it might feel, having a soft feminine touch as opposed to Darnok’s firm and more masculine one. She loved the way Dar made her feel, but that didn’t mean she could not be curious about the touch of others.
When his lips kissed over her inner thigh Lia refocused on Dar. This was a competition and she needed to remain relaxed and concentrate on controlling her pleasure. Even though the sound of the other sub’s moans tickled at her ears, Lia had to stay focused on her own pleasure. Making sure it didn’t overwhelm her or catch her by surprise. When his thick tongue pushed into her, she arched with a cry. It felt incredible, not enough to bring her to release, but enough to make her want more. He hands went to his head holding him in place. She knew that this would push her to the edge faster, but she had been practicing with tug signals.
Lia hoped that Darnok remembered and would ease up when she felt herself spiraling. His finger pushing into her was almost too much and she tugged his hair a bit sharply, it was a little too soon for penetration and she needed to calm down. Especially since it seemed the other sub could handle quite a bit. Morwenna was copying Dar, her face between the other woman’s thighs. If the sound was anything to go on, the efforts were quite enthusiastic indeed. Hearing the other sub moaning, seeing her arch and writhe, the way Morwenna delicately sucked and lapped at what little Lia could see. It only aroused her more. Now she understood why the sub was blindfolded. Yes, it increased her senses, but it prevented her from being aroused by the sight of what was happening in the room.
Gasping Lia arched harder against Darnok, tugging tightly at his hair. She had almost lost focus and cum right then, it wasn’t going to happen so fast. She did not get this far for it to happen this fast. Panting and whimpering she tried to calm herself down but it wasn’t working. Thankfully Darnok stopped and stood up looking down at her. She could see the bulge in his pants, the dampness on his slacks, he was intensely aroused.
“Oh Lia, I have missed your taste, your body, taking you the way I want to. I must have you.” He stripped the rest of his clothing, climbing onto the bed with her. He wanted it to seem like he had less control than what he actually felt, but the truth was, his control was already being tested. The cries of both women were getting to him and he knew that the sights were arousing Lia.
Hovering over her, he slid himself against her, not penetrating, taking his time, letting her cool down some, but still teasing her. “I cannot wait to be inside you, to feel you hot and tight around me.” His voice was a deep gravelly growl.
Lia noticed the other subs cries getting louder when he spoke. Perhaps the blindfold helped with the sights, but not the sounds, so maybe she wasn’t at as much of a disadvantage as she thought. Then again, Darnok’s voice affected her too, so it wasn’t without issue. If he spoke more she might lose control, his voice always did something to her she couldn’t quite explain.
Turning her head she saw Morwenna pulling on a complicated harness. It looked like she was using a strap on, but there were modifications that allowed her to be stimulated, at least it looked like there was a part that went inside once it was buckled on. This excited Lia, having never really seen this kind of thing up close. Her eyes were locked on the Domme, and how she moved over her sub. Untying the bonds holding her down and giving her more freedom of movement. Lia was entranced by the sight of their intimacy. The way their bodies moved together, their breasts pressing into each others. It was beautiful.
“Please, Dar, I need you inside me.” She whispered, knowing that he would hear her, but that it would be hard for anyone else too. As an orc his hearing was far better than a humans and it allowed her to speak to him in low tones when she didn’t want to be overheard. All she received in response was a low, deep growl, and the sensation of his thick cock pushing into her. She hiked her legs over his hips, pulling him into her faster. Her control was slipping and they were at risk of losing.
Maybe making it this far was enough. Lia wanted this, she wanted to cum, and she could not look away from the women next to them. Her face was forcibly turned by Darnok, who gave her an amused look and leaned in nipping her neck. Lia knew he was trying to keep her present, keep her from slipping and going over the edge too quickly. The nip helped ground her a bit, but also riled her. The feeling of him thick and hot inside of her was almost too much to take and she couldn’t resist another look at the couple next to them.
Morwenna was clearly skilled if the noises her sub was making was anything to go on. The way her hips moved enticed Lia and she found herself spiralling towards that edge faster and faster. Lia simply could not look away, finding the women beautiful in ways she hadn't really thought of too much before. She had always had an open mind, but this was something different entirely.
Turning to Darnok, it was his eyes that captured Lia. He had been watching her, watching them, but also glancing at them and it was taking its toll. She could see his control slipping, that slightly feral glazed look in his eye that he got when things were about to get rough and more of his orcish nature would come out. His hips moved faster as he thrust deeper and harder into Lia, filling her body in ways no other man ever had, or ever could. Her pleasure spiralled higher and higher, her body tense, the wager forgotten. She no longer cared. She needed release, craved it, and would no longer be denied.
A sharp cry filled the air as pleasure had culminated in a powerful release of sheer orgasmic bliss, the other sub had broken first. Lia’s cries quickly followed not seconds after as her own orgasm overtook her. The pleasure she felt was so intense it bordered on pain, it almost wasn’t enjoyable it was so intense. Never before had her body reacted this way, the most powerful orgasm she had ever had, a gush of cum squirting out of her and soaking herself, Darnok, and the bed beneath them. Lia was shaking, tense, her body bowed as she rode out the blinding pleasure that tore through her.
It took several moments for her to begin to relax, a foot had cramped because her toes curled so hard. Lia was not sure she ever wanted to hold off from orgasming that long again. The experience was simply too intense for her. She was panting, her vision blurry with little dots floating around when she blinked. It was a while before she came back to herself, seeing the worried look on Darnoks face. He had been speaking, she had not responded, she had not even realized he was talking.
“Lia, are you ok?” His tone was worried as she had not responded.
“Do I need to call the medic.” Morwenna’s voice sounded far away.
“I am not sure. Lia, Lia sweetie you need to respond.”
“ok” Lia croaked.
Darnok breathed a sigh of relief as he slowly pulled out, a gush of fluid following the action. Slowly he stroked his hands over her body. “Tell me what you need.”
“Foot cramp” Lia whimpered as she began to come back to herself.
She smiled weakly as Darnok moved off of her and started massaging her foot and calf, switching to the other leg once she had relaxed. He was talking quietly with Morwenna, both of them clearly worried about her. She raised a hand and waved it at them a bit.
“M’fine.. Think i saw god… or the devil, not sure”
Morwenna laughed heartily. It was the most warm sound Lia had ever heard the woman make. It was so genuine and somewhat contagious. Lia turned and looked at her. Disheveled, soaked in sweat, her hair a mess, clearly she had reached completion with her sub. For the first time, she actually looked human to Lia, and that only made her more curious about the intense and aloof woman.
“I like her, I really do Darnok. Are you sure you wont share?” Morwenna was tending her own sub now that it was clear Lia did not need medical intervention. She had removed the girls blindfold and was holding a water bottle for the sub to sip from. “Slowly dear. I will get you a blanket in a moment, you need fluids first.”
The aftercare was soft, gently, the subs being pampered by their doms with the utmost care. Both couples ended up on the couch. Lia wrapped in a blanket curled on Darnoks lap, and Morwanna’s sub was burritoed and draped across her Domme’s lap, hair being stroked softly.
“You won, but barely. I suppose a deal is a deal. Let me know the dates and I will get the tickets as agreed. I do hope we can do this again sometime. Well, maybe not this exactly, but it would be nice to play again. Maybe with a little more interaction?”
“We will see, I would enjoy that, but I have a few scenes planned out that I would like to get through first. I will need to check my calendars and get back to you on the rest. I am honestly surprised we won. I could feel Lia losing control beneath me and I hit a point where I no longer cared about winning.”
“I think we both hit that point. I got caught up in the moment just as much as you did. We all did, and I think that is what made this so much fun.”
Lia did not remember falling asleep or how she managed to get to the hotel. She woke up in Darnok’s arms, resting against his chest. He was deep asleep and she just watched him for a while. Wondering what tomorrow would bring.
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The Girl Next Door chpt 11
A/N: it’s been a hot minute since I updated this fic, but now that I am free from the shackles of academia, I decided I wasn’t quite finished with this. This chapter is for Vicki (@hopefulfridays), who has been the loveliest beacon of positivity the last few months, thank you for everything gal!
This fic jumps ahead from the previous chapter by about 2 months, but it could also stand alone as an AU so reading the others isn’t necessary imo. Appearances from like every other character too! Much love xo
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The soft peachy glow of the morning sun snuck through a gap in the thick hotel curtains. Caroline sighed and checked the time once again, wincing as the harsh glow of her iPhone blinded her tired and hungover eyes.
“It’s just after half-past six,” she announced, snuggling back underneath the covers and yawning widely. “I should probably go before someone catches me coming out of your room,” she pointed out with a chuckle, but made no attempt to move.
“You should probably should,” Dwight agreed, holding her a little tighter. He ran his hand along her smooth back and thought about how lovely the past two months had been. “Did you have fun last night, my love?”
A soft smile graced Caroline’s face – Dwight had only recently started using a pet name for her and although she usually found them vulgar and cringeworthy, she was pleased that Dwight had chosen such a dignified and lovely one. His soft dulcet tones and the way the words rolled of his tongue helped a little, too. “Mhm,” she hummed, cuddling into him more, evidentially abandoning her attempt to sneak out.
Last night was very fun, she reflected. The wedding itself had been beautiful and a lump had even formed in throat as Emma and Sam exchanged their vows, which was ridiculous, of course, since she probably knew them least of all of Dwight’s friends. Though, of course, Dwight’s friends were now also her friends. Especially Demelza. Oh, what fun they’d had dancing to their favourite childhood songs – it seemed Emma had impeccable music taste. And little Geoffrey Charles had asked her to dance. Caroline immediately felt a little awkward as she had next to no experience with young children, but Francis had simply set Geoffrey Charles securely onto her hip and they had danced to a Maroon 5 song. Dwight had elected to dance with little Julia, letting her stand on top of his shoes, claiming that a certain other young man had stolen his dance partner. The bride, having drank more wine than was probably sensible in order to cope with her nerves, only realised near the end of the night that she had forgotten to throw the bouquet. The single female members of the party had all enthusiastically flocked to the dancefloor, all except Caroline, who only made it after an incredibly encouraging shove on the back from Demelza. To her absolute mortification, the bouquet had fell into her arms, despite every attempt to avoid it. Everyone had been very excited for her and Emma came over to tease her about whoever the lucky man would be. Caroline had been so focused on not meeting Dwight’s eye that she had missed the subtle look that Demelza had given them both.
Silently reflectively on last night, too, Dwight smiled softly as he thought of how he and Caroline had comfortably, if a little bashfully, danced to ‘You and Me’ by Lifehouse. It was strange, Dwight thought, how the world could narrow down to two people, no matter how big the surrounding crowd. “You looked beautiful last night, by the way, incase I haven’t already said,” Dwight whispered into the comfortable silence.
Caroline smiled; he had said so, many times. She would definitely have to wear red more often. “You cut a mighty fine figure in a suit yourself, Dr Enys,” she purred in reply.
“Do I?” Dwight asked, feigning ignorance. He had gathered she thought so by the way she practically ripped the garment off his body about seven hours ago.
Caroline shot him a glance but leaned in for a kiss anyway. “You do,” she confirmed, with an suggestive arch of her eyebrow. Before she could breathe out a laugh, Dwight’s lips had met her own, his hand cupping her face. She sighed at the action, he was such an attentive kisser. Taking the sigh as an encouragement, Dwight smoothly pulled Caroline on top of him, half-sitting up so as not to break the kiss.
Caroline’s heart began to race as Dwight began to kiss her breast, but the daylight that now came flooding in through the curtains was a nagging reminder of how long she had spent in his room and how long she had been since she last showered. “Dwight, if we have sex one more time today, I don’t think I’ll physically be able to walk to my room,” she said, half-laughing as she moved off him. Her resolve likely would not last long, so perhaps it was time to sneak off to her room after all.
“Are you saying I’m good in bed?” Dwight teased as he reclined back against the plump hotel pillows.
“I’d be more worried if you weren’t good in bed, what would be the point in dating a doctor if he didn’t even know where the clit is?” she said seriously. Dwight threw his head back, roaring with laughter. Caroline placed a hand over his mouth to quieten him, though found herself giggling too. “Shhh!” she hissed with a grin as he clutched his sides. “People will think you’ve gone mad, laughing to yourself all alone in here.”
A tear leaked from the outer corner of the doctor’s eye and he took a deep breath to calm himself. He looked at Caroline, whose face was mere inches from his own. Her eyes were still remarkably blue, even when cloudy from excessive alcohol consumption, not to mention the dim light of the room. “I will never get tired of your blunt sense of humour,” he vowed, chuckling still. “I–,” he paused, catching himself. Maybe he had gone a little mad. I love you. “I will honestly never get tired of it.”
With a smug nod of agreement as to her own impeccable sense of humour, Caroline released him and stood up, fetching her black strapless bra from the floor and putting it on. Dwight sat up in bed and rubbed his tired eyes, sighing as exhaustion coursed through his veins as the adrenaline began to wear off. Last night had been worth it though, he thought to himself.
Zipping up her dress, and with a wry purse of her lips, Caroline teased: “Well, I hope you don’t miss me too much in the forty-five minutes I’ll be gone.” She bent down to straighten her black, satin heels before stepping into them.
Dwight got up to walk her to the door. “How ever shall I cope in your absence until breakfast?” he wondered aloud, a sarcastic smirk on his face.
The smirk earned him a gentle tap on the arm and a quick kiss. And another. And then another.
Caroline giggled against his lips, feeling the beginnings of his stubble brush her cupid’s bow. “Okay, I really am leaving now. And you need to shave,” she told him with the arch of her bow.
Dwight scratched his jawline and hummed in agreement. “I’ll see you in a bit,” he said with a grin as he opened the door for her to leave.
They both froze immediately at the unexpected sight before them.
Ross and Demelza Poldark stood, if a little drunkenly, in the hallway in front of Dwight’s door with victorious smirks and cocked eyebrows. They high-fived each other enthusiastically before immediately beginning to argue about who had guessed that Dwight and Caroline were in a secret relationship first.
Dwight grabbed his friends by their arms and tugged them into the room and firmly shut the door. “Do you two think you could be any fucking louder?” he hissed at his dearest friends, both of whom wore fixed smiles. “There is a reason we were trying to keep it a secret, but you go ahead, tell the entire hotel!” he invited, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
“Don’t tempt me because I will,” Demelza warned in a singsong tone. She then squealed and threw herself into Dwight’s arms and then into Caroline’s. “I’m so happy for you both!” She grinned at the couple, her happiness and enthusiasm genuine and infectious. She enveloped them both into a bone-crushing hug once again.
Dwight ducked his head a little, blushing. “Thanks, Dem,” he said a little shyly.
“Thank you, Demelza,” Caroline echoed with a genuine smile.
“Congrats, it’s about fucking time!” was all that Ross commented, though he did look pleased, proud even.
Dwight flashed a smile, before realising that he was standing in front of everyone shirtless and in his boxer shorts. “Thanks mate. Now could all you please get out so I can shower?” he asked rhetorically, leading the three of them to the door.
Ross glanced at Caroline and then at Dwight. “I bet you need one,” he taunted with a suggestive wink.
Redness instantly bloomed on Dwight’s cheeks. Expecting Caroline to be similarly embarrassed, he tentatively glanced at her but was met with an expression of… pride?
“Fucking right,” Caroline stated confidently. “And so do I! You’d think he was a footballer with that stamina, not a doctor!”
Ross burst into peals of laughter as the three of them entered the hallway. He casually threw an arm over Caroline’s shoulder as they made towards their respective rooms. “You know, Caroline, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” Ross said philosophically.
Dwight couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight before him. “I hate you both so much,” he called after them. Demelza shot him a sympathetic, but genuine, smile over her shoulder. He closed the door with a sigh, a shake of the head and an irremovable smile.
Almost an hour later, freshly-shaven and suitably-dressed, Dwight arrived downstairs for breakfast. The dining room was quiet, naturally, given it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet. His eyes searched the room for a familiar face, and he noticed Demelza’s fiery curls sitting at a table near the back. Making his way there, he passed Morwenna, Drake and Joy having breakfast together at a small table. They exchanged warm smiles and Dwight blew a quick raspberry on Joy’s cheek before promising to catch up with the Carnes later.
“Morning all,” he greeted as he pulled out a chair to sit down. “How are we all this morning?” he asked with a chuckle, feeling he already knew the answer.
“I think I might actually fucking die,” Francis groaned roughly, staring miserably at his untouched scrambled eggs on toast. He pressed the heel of his hands to his forehead. “Elizabeth, why did you let me drink so much?”
“I drank a bit too much myself,” came Elizabeth’s hoarse reply. “I’m starting to feel a bit better now that I’ve eaten though. You should have some toast, Francis.”
Francis shook his head firmly at the mere thought of consuming food. His tired, half-shut eyes met Dwight’s. “How are you, mate?”
“Surprisingly fresh,” Dwight admitted. “It’s amazing what a shower can do!”
“Amen to that,” Ross echoed, cutting a hash brown in half. “I feel completely sober and fresh after a shower. How are you doing, love?” he asked Demelza, who always suffered from terrible hangovers.
“Okay,” she said cautiously, as though trying to convince herself. “I think I’m just tired. I’ll probably go for a sleep in the car on the way home.”
“Mummy, when we go home?” Julia asked as she ceased eating her bowl of cheerios.
“Soon, my lamb,” Demelza answered, cutting into her poached eggs on toast.
“When?”
Demelza sighed wearily. “In a few hours, sweetheart,” Ross elaborated. “You can play with your cousin for a while,” he offered, glancing over to Drake and Morwenna’s table.
Julia seemed very happy with this offer and resumed silently eating her cereal and colouring in her new colouring book, which had been the most incredible distraction both last night and this morning. Demelza made a mental note to google the creator of colouring books and lay some flowers at their grave one day.
“Morning everyone,” Caroline greeted evenly as she entered the dining room. Her face was fresh and make-up free, her hair tied loosely into a messy bun and she wore a fleece and some black sweatpants.
“Oh, my God, that looks so cosy,” Demelza gushed with envy, now wishing she had brought her favourite loungewear with her.
Caroline briefly wrapped her arms around herself, giving herself a quick hug, enjoying the soft fleece of the sleeves against her bare arms. “It is.” She pulled out a chair opposite Dwight and reached for a bowl and some fruit.
A teasing smile spread across Ross’ face. “Doesn’t Dwight have a similar one, too?” He wondered aloud between mouthfuls of his breakfast being silenced by an under-the-table kick from both Dwight and Demelza.
“Perhaps my incredible fashion sense has infected you from across the hall,” Dwight offered casually, shooting a teasing look at Caroline.
She tossed her hair in retort. “You wish, Dr Enys,” she scoffed lightly. “I got it in a vintage shop a few weeks ago, actually. Regardless, I think we can all agree I wear this look better,” she said as she stabbed her fork into her fruit salad.
Dwight masked his smirk with a bite of toast - he knew full well it was, in fact, his jumper. He had been wondering where it had gone just last week. Their eyes met and she winked at him.
Elizabeth took a sip of orange juice, frowning and wincing when she realised it had bits in it. “Caroline?” she said across the table. Caroline looked at her, her eyes curious. “I went by your room last night, but you didn’t answer.”
“What time did you knock?” Caroline asked smoothly, while Dwight inwardly begged his ears to stop burning. She reached for a slice of toast from the middle of the rack and began to butter it.
Elizabeth contemplated Caroline’s question for a moment. “Around midnight, I think. It wasn’t like you to leave a party so early, so I just wanted to check if you were okay,” she explained with a gentle smile.
“Aww,” Caroline said, genuinely a bit touched by the gesture. It was really quite lovely to have friends. “That’s so sweet, Elizabeth. But I’m fine, I was fine, just a bit hammered. I was probably just fast asleep.”
“Or not...,” inferred Ross quietly under his breath, which earned him a glare from Dwight.
“Stop it,” he hissed in warning, meeting his best friend’s eyes.
Ross simply chuckled and continued eating his mammoth sized cooked breakfast. Dwight’s stomach swirled uneasily. He couldn’t understand how people could eat such greasy food so early in the morning. Toast, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter, and Dwight could easily polish away an entire loaf of bread if he wanted to.
“Unca Dwight?” Julia piped up, her hazel eyes round and innocent as she looked at her unofficial uncle.
Dwight looked at her expectantly, a soft smile on his face. “Yes, sweetheart?” He took a bite of buttery toast.
Julia broke their gaze to resume colouring in a fox, which happened to be purple and green and resembled an alien as opposed to a mammal. “Do I get to say ‘aunt Cawoline’ to Cawoline now?” she asked with a casual innocence.
Silence fell across the large table. Demelza’s eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open slightly, Ross attempted to stifle his laughter, Dwight had seemingly turned to stone and Caroline stared at her bowl of fruit with undying interest. Perhaps a two-year-old cannot be trusted with a secret after all, Demelza mourned guiltily.
“What’s this?” Elizabeth asked eagerly, loving to hear a bit of gossip. “Caroline? Dwight?”
When neither of them answered, Ross announced, with unbridled glee at the day’s turn of events, “Dwight and Caroline are a couple.”
“Awww! Congratulations, that’s so lovely!” Elizabeth gushed. “Isn’t it lovely, Francis?”
“Spectacular,” Francis mumbled, his spinning head resting on his folded arms as he stared at the pine of the table.
“What’s spectacular?” Drake asked as he approached the table, having heard Elizabeth’s excitement.
“Dwight and Caroline are together,” Demelza chimed in with a bright smile.
“Nice!” Drake commented as he grinned at them both and beckoned Morwenna over.
“So I guess we are just telling everyone now,” Dwight said quietly, laughing, blushing.
“Is that a problem, Dr Enys? Are you ashamed of me?” Caroline challenged him. Her expression was the epitome of nonchalance and teasing but there was a hint of seriousness in her eyes.
Dwight smiled softly. “Of course not,” he murmured sincerely, holding her gaze.
Retching noises came from the direction of Ross Poldark. “Eugh. I feel like I’m in a teenage romcom,” he taunted.
“As you can tell, Ross is the epitome of romance and I am a very lucky woman,” Demelza joked to the breakfast table, causing a chorus of laughter to echo in the large room.
“What’s all the commotion about?” asked Morwenna with a smile as she came to stand beside Drake, with little Joy sitting peacefully on her hip.
“Caroline and I are seeing each other,” Dwight explained, a bashful blush appearing on his cheeks.
Morwenna looked at them both with such a genuine grin of excitement that Caroline immediately felt ashamed for the bad feelings she had briefly harboured towards the young woman. She also lamented that Grey’s Anatomy boxset she had thrown away out of spite that day. “Aww, that’s lovely. We must congratulate uncle Dwight, mustn’t we, my love?” she told Joy, moving round the back of the table to give Dwight a quick kiss on the cheek.
Joy melted into Dwight’s shoulder for a hug before Dwight then manoeuvred her to rest on his knee, where he encouraged her to practice standing up. The baby stretched an arm out across the table in Caroline’s direction. “Oop! It looks like someone’s got her eye on your watermelon, Caroline,” Dwight pointed out with a laugh as he bounced Joy lightly on his knee.
“Well, she’ll just have to look elsewhere because it’s mine,” Caroline said seriously, to which everyone laughed. She glanced at the baby, who was admittedly almost too cute to believe, with a degree of unease as the infant stared back at her. Caroline had almost no experience of dealing with children or babies and had no idea how to communicate with them. Should she give Joy some of her watermelon? Can babies with so few teeth even eat watermelon? Horace isn’t allowed.
Caroline’s glance flickered to Morwenna. “Can- does she- should I give her some?”
Morwenna smiled and shook her head slightly. “It’s alright, she’s just eaten,” she answered softly, moving to take her daughter from Dwight. “Someone is just being greedy!” she cooed, tickling her tummy.
The rest of the morning went smoothly, almost the entire wedding party electing to stay at the breakfast table to chat, which resulted in many hastily packed suitcases and rushed showers.
Dwight Enys 10:45am
Ready to check out? X
Caroline Penvenen 10:47am
Almost! You haven’t seen my earrings, have you? Xx
Dwight Enys 10:47am
Yeah you left them in my room, I’ve put them in my bag xx
Caroline Penvenen 10:48am
I hope you wrapped them nicely in something, they’re Chanel!! If they’re broken you owe me a new pair Dr Enys xx
Dwight Enys 10:48am
Well it’s a good thing I know how to harvest organs then xx
Caroline Pevenen 10:49am
You’re such a geek xx
I’m outside your room btw, I require your assistance with my massive suitcase x
Dwight locked his phone and grabbed his own small suitcase, tapping all of his pockets in search of his room key on his way towards the door before remembering that he put it in his wallet. He opened the door and sure enough, Caroline was standing there and had put on her signature pink lipstick since he last saw her. He stared at her for a moment and she smirked at him, as though able to hear his thoughts. He then regained his cool and mocked: “does milady need help with her luggage?”
Caroline rolled her eyes theatrically but failed to contain a smile. She curtsied in reply. “Yes, please, thank you, Sir,” she teased, her tone overtly prim and proper.
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Caroline sighed heavily as the beautiful manor house grew smaller and smaller in the rear-view mirror of Dwight’s car. “I wish this weekend didn’t have to end.”
Dwight smiled as he turned the radio down a notch, before joining in her in a somewhat sad sigh. “I know, me too. It was lovely,” he glanced sideways at her, taking his eyes off the road long enough to note the smile in her eyes as she looked at him in agreement. “It doesn’t have to end, you know,” he continued, not aware of the words coming out of his mouth. “I mean, the weekend has to end, but the loveliness doesn’t: you could just come with me to all the future weddings I get invited to – and any other events.”
“Is this a proposal?” Caroline taunted mischievously.
“What?!” Dwight spluttered, nearly veering off the road. “No! No, no. No, it’s not,” he stammered, his hands gripping the wheel. “I- I just meant that it might be nice if you wanted to do something like this again. It’s fine if you don’t – completely fine – it’s up to you, I was just saying– shit, I’m sorry you must think I’m–“
“Dwight!” Caroline interjected, laughing tenderly at how tongue-tied he’d become. “I was joking.” She put her hand on top of his, which gripped the gear stick, and squeezed it for reassurance. “I’d love to – do something like this again, that is,” she added pointedly, her lips curved into a gleaming smile, her eyes laughing at him.
He chuckled and smiled warmly at her. The world narrowed down to the feel of her hand on top of his. He noted that her bare left hand rested comfortably on her thigh.
One day, Dwight thought wistfully. But for now, her company, the soft hum of the radio, the morning winter sunshine and the warm, companionable silence that filled the air between them, was all that he needed
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Hey there sparks! I just wanted to say that I love your blog and love everything Poldark related, as well as your insights into the books and characters. I've not read the books, and maybe I'm not the most astute watcher - but I definitely noticed the time inconsistency in this week's episode. Why do you think they do it? It can make it quite difficult to watch! Also (and you may have answered this already) but is Elizabeth supposed to be shown as a drunkard? Thanks!
Thank you so much :)
The timelines. OH MY GOD it drives me nuts. And there are various ways in which it could have crept in.
1) Writing. Debbie Horsfield has a great grasp of the characters and plot and the books as a whole, but nobody’s perfect, mistakes happen. This is where a good script editor should be catching these mistakes, though - it’s part of a script editor’s job, to pick up on inconsistencies in the script.
2) Filming. If a decision is made in filming - say in block 2, all the Nampara scenes, after block 1, all the France scenes - then that can introduce inconsistencies. Again, this ought to be picked up in the editing of the episodes, but sometimes it can’t be for various reasons.
3) Costuming. Related to filming, if (for example) costuming are told ‘she’s pregnant in these later scenes’, they may not get told how far along, a decision may get made as to re-using a previous baby bump, etc, etc. They may decide only to have the two stages of pregnancy - nothing showing and near full-term - because it’s easier in terms of costuming continuity, easier for the actress to know what she’s wearing in given scenes (especially location scenes), etc.
It drives me absolutely nuts, it really does. Partly, probably, because my brain is slightly non-neuro-typical and I seize on details that most people can gloss over. @princessofpoldark points out the weather changes hugely in the episode too, but that really could be explained away by daft British weather. Demelza’s pregnancy bump? Not so much.
The Elizabeth question. Oh boy. In the books, she doesn’t take to drink. In the books, frankly, she’s got very little to do in the early part of The Black Moon, and not a huge amount more later on. So I can understand them wanting to give her something else to do in the show - like with Demelza, in 3.03. They didn’t want Demelza just sitting at home waiting for Ross to come back, so she becomes more involved in her brothers’ storyline of trying to find somewhere to worship.
But with Elizabeth, they needed something else. And what’s going on in Elizabeth’s life right now? George, Valentine and Geoffrey Charles.
Geoffrey Charles has been the most important part of her life for a long time; since his birth, in fact. And now he’s growing up. He’s ten years old, and George is determined to detach mother and son because George wants her attention for himself and for their son, and because Geoffrey Charles is, after all, a Poldark. Enter Morwenna, and Geoffrey Charles is clearly having more fun with Morwenna than he did with Elizabeth. So Elizabeth feels she is losing her son, and will lose even more of him before long, because he’ll be sent away to school soon enough - George has made that clear. This conflict, btw, is all in the novel too.
Valentine is a problem for Elizabeth. She does not love him the way she loves Geoffrey Charles. She does not have a bond with him. This is true in the novel as well, but it’s become very marked in the show. The reason, of course, is that she’s afraid that Valentine might be Ross’s child, not George’s. And oh, isn’t that one just being beaten to death by everyone in the show? He’s very dark, he’s very well-formed for an early baby, etc, etc, etc. Yes. We get it. Enough now. Regardless, it’s a major source of anxiety for her.
And George. George, Elizabeth is beginning to see, is not the man she thought he was. She was wilfully blind to his more greedy, social-climbing side. She was clearly very shocked at what he did at the trial of Godolphin’s nephew - George set aside law and decency and morality in favour of making a contact. This is more of a change in the show, for both of them: George is more openly underhanded, and Elizabeth is more shocked by it. But there’s other things, too - George’s persistence in separating her from Geoffrey Charles, particularly. She never thought he would do that, because before their marriage, George always treated Geoffrey Charles with fondness. Spoiled him, in fact.
So Elizabeth, in the show, is turning to drink to manage her nerves and to get her through. Not a smart decision, but one that in the show I can see as a reasonable progression of her character. The tranquilisers are maybe a step too far for me; I need to see how it plays out before I judge. But alcohol was widely available, nobody would bat an eyelid at her having a glass of wine or port or brandy, and it would make her feel more mellow, more able to cope, and less able to think. If she doesn’t think, she can’t fret. She can’t get anxious. She can’t feel trapped and afraid and desperate.
We’ll just have to see how it plays out, though. I suspect it’ll be used as a reason for her allowing certain other events in the next episode or two, but in a way that may take away from her character (come back and ask me about Elizabeth and Morwenna in a few weeks time and I’ll explain!). As I say, so far, for the show, it’s not something that’s making /major/ alarm bells ring for me, because I can see increasing reasons for her trying to self-medicate herself into coping. But we’ll have to see. It’s certainly a major change from the books, but that in itself isn’t necessarily a reason to condemn it.
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