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

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

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

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

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	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 04:38 pm UTC (link)
	"Yes, My Lady." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 04:59 pm UTC (link)
	Her jaw sets, hard, and she actually goes into diamond form from the rage. "Did he say anything to you, when he discarded you?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

preyforheaven
2011-06-28 05:11 pm UTC (link)

....She's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, again.
But she's asked him a question. "He ranted about how we could have ruled the world together, but he was taking it away because of my impudence." A pause. "I would have done anything he wanted except to kill one particular person, whose death would have been no particular use, so of course, that is what he demanded." Another pause. "My friend is no doubt long gone now, so you need never fear that I will ever tell you no, My Lady," he insists.

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thewhitequeen
2011-06-28 05:14 pm UTC (link)

"I'm not going to ask you to kill unless there is a very specific and justifiable reason for it, Paris and if I do tell you something you find that distasteful that you must tell me know, I'd want you to tell me so.

"I'm not going to cast you into a tomb as a result."

No, because Emma Frost had far more complex ways of dealing with those who opposed her and even then, she enjoyed a challenge.

Slowly, she returned to normal and resumed her gentle brushing of his mind.

"You are truly mine, Paris?"

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	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 05:21 pm UTC (link)
	There's almost a psychic shiver under the touch of her mind. Entertwinings of base gratitude, submissive adoration, and a touch of plain desperation for sentient contact. "Absolutely, My Lady. Please tell me what I may do for you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 05:24 pm UTC (link)
	"Nothing, for the moment. But there is going to be a meeting at some point very soon and there is a man who is going to think that he can claim you for his purposes." She smiles and as she does, curls her mind around his. It's almost a physical presence. "I believe that you will pick me, though." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 05:27 pm UTC (link)
	"Of course, My Lady. How do you want this man dealt with?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 06:14 pm UTC (link)
	"I simply want you to refuse him when he tells you that you will follow him." She pets his hand gently. "I'm so sorry for what he did to you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 06:29 pm UTC (link)
	"Of course, My Lady." The hand she's not petting reaches for his glass of water, which simply comes to it. "It is over now, My Lady. You are here." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 10:47 pm UTC (link)
	Emma watches this with curiosity and interest. "Darling...what abilities do you possess?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 10:56 pm UTC (link)
	"It is...difficult to be certain, My Lady. They had lain dormant all my life, and were only brought out for a few hours before... at any rate, I can hear thoughts, and reach for things, and fly, but I feel that there is more I have not yet figured out." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 10:59 pm UTC (link)
	"I would enjoy it greatly if you...experimented. If you tested yourself and explored the limits of your being. I myself am not certain I have reached my full potential, though I enjoy the expert level at which I know what I have." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:01 pm UTC (link)
	"It would be a pleasure, My Lady. I have always wanted to improve." And he stares a little. "You are incredible." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:06 pm UTC (link)
	"And you haven't even seen me at my best." There might have been the barest hint of something downright wicked in her smile. "Rest. Eat. Enjoy yourself. I want you at your top level when I show you off to the world." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:08 pm UTC (link)
	He nods earnestly. You... are not going too far? he asks in her mind. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:09 pm UTC (link)
	No, darling. Just to my bedroom across the hall. If you get terribly lonely you can just let yourself in. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:11 pm UTC (link)
	Thank You, he says, the psychic overtones worshipful. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:15 pm UTC (link)
	If I see you not again tonight, I will see you in the morning, darling. She goes into her room, a plan forming. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:18 pm UTC (link)
	Paris drinks, eats, and gathers his thoughts. Then, as it gets late, he takes the pillow -- so ridiculously soft! -- off of his bed and walks quietly into the hallway. May I, My Lady? he asks before he opesn the door. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:29 pm UTC (link)
	Of course, darling. Inside, Emma is lounging on her bed, clad only in her underwear and a nightgown so skimpy that skimpy itself is an extravagant description, reading. "Are you alright, Paris?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

preyforheaven
2011-06-28 11:32 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, My Lady," he says, trying to keep his voice respectable as he closes the door. Fortunately, it's completely normal -- in his mind -- to go to his knees for her, because his legs might not have held him as he stares.
"I simply wished to ask to sleep in here tonight," he says, putting down the absurdly soft pillow right by the threshold of her door and moving as if to lie down there.

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	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:36 pm UTC (link)
	"Of course." Emma gets up and starts pulling back the blankets on the other side of the bed, adjusting the pillows there before looking back at him. "Paris, what are you doing?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:38 pm UTC (link)
	"I was going to --" and he cuts off his explanation when he realizes she was turning down the bed. If his skin weren't already perpetually sunburned, he'd be blushing. "My Lady, you honor me, but... are you sure?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	thewhitequeen 2011-06-28 11:39 pm UTC (link)
	"You are not a dog. You do not sleep on the floor. Come." She slipped back into the bed. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	preyforheaven 2011-06-28 11:41 pm UTC (link)
	As Paris moves to the floor, he's walking on air. Literally. His feet don't quite touch the floor for a while before he climbs into her bed. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)