Forbidden Romance RP (w/ the 12th Doctor)

[12th Doctor]

"Ah," He clicked his tongue. "Straight to the point, aren't you?"


He leant back against the wall and watched her with interest. "All right. You are something I want and so I came to get it. Now to the important parts. You're in a prison cell. I kindly converted it for your convenience. I take it you have enjoyed the bed. It is luxurious, I know, but nothing compared to the royal chambers up above. I would like to promise them to you but when I make a promise I have to keep it."


The Sorcerer smirked at her. "The Rules: You don't get out. You don't cause trouble. And if you're sweet you can become my queen."

 

[erikaleeanne]

Marnie looked up at the Sorcerer with both disgust and confusion. He seemed to be treating her like she was no more than a pet, an object. She hated him for that. She hated him quite a lot right now.


"Your queen?" She asked after a pause, "Even if I actually wanted to be your queen, I couldn't be. You're not a king. For god's sakes, you live in the dungeons. Why are you so sure of yourself?"

 

[12th Doctor]

At this the Sorcerer actually laughed -which was a thing uncommon to him. "Oh, my dear, there's still a lot you need to learn about me." He gestured at the cup on the tray.


"Drink, I won't have you starve yourself to death now that you're here. You need the liquids." He smirked.


"My dear, I have not once failed in my life to get what I want. I might have failed others, but my magic has never been too weak. The King is currently out on the battlefields, fighting another battle for the glory he so seeks. After his land is expanded he will cease to be, I have.... foreseen it." But the malicious smile playing on his lips could be interpreted in many different ways.


"I'm currently employed here and have to look after his precious belongings while he's gone. The castle, the servants, his Right Hand and of course also his daughter, the princess. I'm protecting them with my magic." He eyed her. "I know, if the King were to dissapear, or to die, the Princess will ascend the throne. Though she may not rule. Only men may rule, as I'm sure you are aware, little one. Which means she has to marry." His expression became grim.


"I suppose we will have to take measures to prevent it coming that far." His grey eyes settled upon Marnie.


"So one way or another... the position of King is going to be vacant soon."


// I just thought it might be awesome if the strong-headed and mean Sorcerer would slowly become less aggressive because of Marnie. That he's convinced only men may rule but in the end wants to change the laws so Marnie can rule after he has died. And perhaps, if Marnie is his prisoner, he can teach her some things about herbs and potions and medicine?

 

[erikaleeanne]

(I really like that idea!)


Marnie grudgingly took the cup from the tray, slowly drinking whilst listening intently to what the Sorcerer had to say, regrettably hanging on every word. After he was seemingly done talking, she plopped the cup back onto the tray.


She sat in silence for a while, staring down at the food on the tray but dismissing her appetite. "You said 'we'," she finally spoke, "but there's no 'we', mind you. You can keep me here, but I'm not aiding you in the slaughter of anyone. Also, my name is not 'little one'. My name is Marnie Cranston." She pushed the tray away from her.


"Nice plan, by the way. Arrogant, one-sided, unstable; much like you.

 

[12th Doctor]

The corner of his lips twisted slightly upward. "Thank you." He said. Seemingly her insult had done nothing to hurt him but was rather takena s a compliment by him. Well, no need to deny something that was the truth.


"I think little one suits you." He said, reaching for the cup and taking a sip himself. The cup was now empty and he shook it slightly until new water was swirling inside. He then placed the cup back in front of her.


"Ah, that reminds me. The lavatory is over there, behind the curtain." He pointed at it. "And for the record, my room isn't in the dungeons. I do live up there. However, my laboratory is next to this cell and if there's anything you need you just have to shout for me."


He smirked and added as an afterthought. "Shouting for anyone else won't do you much good since the walls are sound-proof and the only adjacent room is forbidden for anyone else but me."

 

[erikaleeanne]

Marnie scowled back at the Sorcerer, clearly upset and irked by him.


"Fantastic," she muttered before abruptly lying down in the bed, curling her knees to her chest and turning away from the Sorcerer. "Now, I think we're done here."

 

[12th Doctor]

He watched her, intently, then cocked his head to the side and smirked.


"Oh, little Marnie. If I'd be as ruthless as my reputation prescribes then I'd make you into my bride right here and right now. It might even do you good to have something small and alive to give your attention to. But I'm not going to force a child on you just yet."


He turned to the door. "Not yet. I've got time." The Sorcerer left the room and the door closed behind him.

 

[erikaleeanne]

'Not yet'. That pig was going to make her have a child. A wife and a mother. Two things that she hadn't even dreamt of the day before were now being thrust at her by this man. She hated him for what he was doing.


In a spurt of rage, Marnie sat up and violent thrashed the cup at the closed door, satisfied with the noise it made before she lied back down, curling her knees back to her chest and trying to steady her trembling.

 

[12th Doctor]

The Sorcerer was not pleased.


His cup had been thrown and the magic had been erased from it. Though it had spilled magical water for a good five minutes creating a damp spot on the cell floor. When he had entered again to check on her he found her in bed - defiant and grumpy, and her room a proper mess.


"I told you to behave." he nearly bellowed at her. "And to take care of yourself by feeding and drinking properly. What? Do I have to feed you now?"


He angrily picked up the cup and used his magic to reawaken the spell within. Water steamed back out of thin air and the Sorcerer placed it back on the bedside table.


"Marnie, you might not realise it yet but I will marry you whether you're trying to starve yourself or overeat yourself. " He handed her a new plate of food and took the old one out.

 

[erikaleeanne]

As the Sorcerer left, Marnie stormed to the door and slammed it behind him, but not before shouting, "I'll die before I marry you!"


She stormed back to the bed and flopped down upon it, glowering at the food on the tray and trying to keep herself calm. To avoid any more confrontation with the Sorcerer, she took a few bites of food before placing the tray away from her again. She took a quick sip of water as well before, leaning against the backboard of the bed and fidgeting with the doll.


'Why does he want to marry ME?' she thought, 'and why him, of all people? Why not a kind, gentle man?'


Marnie stopped herself, a scolding tone in her mind as she was reminded that self pity would get her nowhere. Something had to be done. But what?

 

[12th Doctor]

The Sorcerer wasn't a simple man. His mind worked in complicated ways and he always seemed to be prepared for whatever came his way. For some reason or another he was always a step in front of others and if someone tried to betray him he had calculated it into his plans. If someone wanted to ask him something he knew the answer before the question was asked and if someone had a task for him he already had a plan to succeed. In short: The Sorcerer was truly a sorcerer.


Unfortunately, that did not explain why his emotions had betrayed him. If he was a step ahead of everyone then why not of himself? If he could have a plan B and plan C, then why not one for himself? If he was so omnipotent then why was a mere girl able to do things no enemy of him could.


He pondered about it in his study room upstairs while he scolded one servant after another for not serving him the right way. No, the wine had to be delivered in the chalice of silver, the plate of fruit should always contain apples and they could only enter after he had said they could come in and always with a knock.


Marnie was on his mind continuously and he wondered if she would try to escape from him. So far no one seemed to be aware of her presence in the castle which was good. It meant he could keep her all to himself and would not need to commit any more unnecessary murders.

 

[erikaleeanne]

Marnie needed to get out. Out of the castle? Perhaps not; the Sorcerer would most likely find her if she escaped the palace, for she wouldn't get very far. The room that he had locked her in, however, was becoming rather suffocating. She hated to be confined to such a small space for such a long time.


She stood up and approached the door, and tugged on the knob. Locked, as expected. Marnie chewed her lower lip in frustration and tugged a little harder. Still nothing. She rested her forehead against the door and stared at the knob in her hand. 'Please,' she thought, 'please, please, PLEASE let me out.' Marnie tugged once more.


The door opened.


After it did so, she stood in the midst of the doorframe, shocked. How on earth did she do that? She was a sorcerer of no sorts, that was for sure, yet she still was able to stunt this sorcerers magic. Odd.


She shuffled outside, and was met by the Sorcerer's lab. It was nothing to turn one's nose up that, that was for sure. Marnie walked in between tables and studied the lab's components, not exactly familiar with a lot of it but remembering a few from books. She did her best to keep quiet, though part of her knew that the Sorcerer would eventually find her.

 

[12th Doctor]

"Oh, that is just brilliant." His tone couldn't have been more acid.


The Sorcerer stood in the doorway - for how long he'd been standing there was unknown - and glowered at the girl walking between the rows of potions and bottles. "Now my lab likes you as well." He wrinkled his nose as if in disgust.


He waited for Marnie to respond, then gestured with his hands at the room. "Welcome to my laboratory. These are my ingredients and my equipment I use for experimenting. It's not as much magic but rather sheer luck that creates potions of all sorts and types." He snorted. " She let you in, didn't she?"


He eyed the girl and stepped closer, but kept blocking her way out.


"Yes, you can try that door," he pointed behind him and stepped aside. "But it will not budge. My laboratory is protected with magic but has a mind of her own. It's why I can do so many things in here." He reubbed his temples as if a headache suddenly had sneaked up on him. "Your door wasn't supposed to open but if it had then it means the lab wants you to do something with her. She likes you."


He looked at Marnie intently and his jaw twitched. He could imagine why.

 

[erikaleeanne]

Marnie could clearly sense the hostility in the Sorcerer's voice. The laboratory wanted her to do something, but by the tone of him, HE didn't. Frankly, she was becoming rather sick of it.


She quietly shuffled between shelves for a minute, peering at a few of the potions. The anger bubbled inside of the pit of her stomach until she turned around to face the Sorcerer.


"What is with the acidity when you speak to me?" She finally asked, arms crossed. "You brought ME here. I don't WANT to be here, yet you treat me so horribly. You can't keep people locked up like dangerous animals, contrary to your apparently popular belief. Do you ever think that, perhaps, the reason that people hate you and fear you is not a fault of their own?"


She sighed in an enraged and shaken tone, and turned away, glowering at the potions. "I'm sure this is all very diffucult for you to see," she muttered, "but I don't suppose that everyone has the ability to even be a LITTLE genuine."

 

[12th Doctor]

He glanced down at her in silence for a moment, but there was no sign on his face that her words had even touched awakened the tiniest bit of sense in him. When he finally, slowly blinked she could tell she was in trouble. How could he stay so darn collected and calm?


"Actually I do know they dislike me and I relish that. It's a form of ultimate fear that enables me to wield power. In a way, their fright is a compliment to my abilities." he grinned at her.


"Little Marnie, you keep telling me you do not want to be here and I keep making it clear that your wish does not matter in this case. You're here because I want you here, and you will learn to cope." He rounded the table to grab a little flask.


"But now that you've broken into my lab you might as well help me with my next potion. Hand me that bottle over there, will you? It's the green one saying 'Italian Herbs'."

 

[erikaleeanne]

At the Sorcerer's response, Marnie but her tongue to hold back what she really wanted to say. She wanted to ask, 'If you don't care about any of that, then why do your eyes look sad?' She, however, figured that nothing of that sort would get through to him.


She sighed, turning and glancing at a few of the bottles around the tables until she found 'Italian Herbs'.


'What would he do if I knocked this over'? She thought. 'What if I knocked over everything? Ruined his little play station right now?' Marnie figured very had things. She picked the bottle up and held it out form.


"Your name isn't Sorcerer," she stated after the prolonged silence, "and you say that I'm going to marry you. I think I have a right to know something as trivial as a name."

 

[12th Doctor]

"Ah, now..." The man in front of her tusked and shook his head. "A name is a terribly frightening powerful thing to have." He said. "Has no one ever taught you that?"


His gaze turned in front of him and he seemed to be staring off into space, his eyes glazing over as he murmured soft words. "They say the wicked have the power to control a person by the name given at their birth. The name has become such an important thing to the owner in that the owner has identified himself with it. Therefore, the name has become part of the owner itself. It is what is called by other to indicate this one singular being and therefore it is significant to almost everything in that person's life because to know one's name is to know one's heritage and history. Everything can be found when searching for a name and everything can be lost if your name has fallen into the wrong hands."


With a swift turn his eyes were on her again. "Who is there to say you don't own a spark of magic deep down inside that wonderful tiny body of yours?" He hummed.


The sight would have been frightening enough, but now he was also leaning towards her. "I cannot risk for one who, no doubt, despises me so that she might make use of a powerful tool against me. No." He was resolute. "You will call me 'the Sorcerer' and you will address me as such. If you do feel the need to use other names I suggest they will be 'honey', 'lover' or 'master'. Anything greater is acceptable as well. Anything less or degrading is nonnegotiable and might earn you a punishment. Got it?"


He watched her for a while.


"Good. Now don't get any ideas about ruining this place. It will get you no step closer to freedom. Only closer to my wrath."

 

[erikaleeanne]

As the Sorcerer rattled on, Marnie's eyebrows raised. He was full of himself, that was for sure. He apparently thought that he himself was a gem, something that needed to be tucked away and fiercely protected.


After he was done with his little speech, she rolled her eyes, muttering, "You could've just said no."


She was silent for a minute as she placed the bottle that the Sorcerer had asked for down on the table in front of him. "The world's a lot of things, but it isn't complicated. Furthermore, you don't need to make it that way. For example," She began shuffling back and forth between tables, "I know, for the most part, everything I want to know about you; You're a sorcerer. You're incredibly self-involved. You believe that you have an immediate right to everything, probably because your past has pushed you to think so. And, no matter what you say or what you do, your 'wrath' doesn't scare me, and will never scare me, whether I marry you or not."


Marnie gently leaned against one of the tables, a few feet away. "I do hope you know how to control your temper, by the way. The People don't prefer rulers with tempers. That's why everyone disapproves of the king now, right? When you're on the throne, someone else will come along and take the throne from YOU if you give them reason to." She was quiet, glancing back at the Sorcerer, expecting a reply that was nothing short of snide and threatening.


At the same time, Marnie was wondering about the words the Sorcerer had said before. Magic? Inside of HER? That was something that she'd definitely like to see.