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dark romanticist
- Axel -
Protect The Boss xxxx♢ xxxxRequiem Cityxxxx ♢ xxxxCompleted xxxx
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Well that was unexpected.
The moment the princess went, well, somewhat feral, Axel had to hold himself back from laughing. What a quest indeed. The blonde had expected something boring out of something that literally spells "escort a princess to an arranged marriage", yet if she was to be this fiesty of a woman, then he'll be damned. Upon Bobbi's cue, Axel gave her a little nod, before going after the woman.
Down the hall, off the stairs, Jasmine was not much of a pack, yet somehow her little legs proved more a challenge than he expected. The right thing would to have caught her by the wrist, like any cliche scenes that would have happened in a story otherwise. However, Axel was not down to any of those things. He snatched her by the hair, her ornament tumbling down and upon the carpeted floor.
"Let me go, you- maniac!" she screeched, tossing her hand around. That was until he snapped his fingers. A noise erupted through the room, a frequency unheard by the normal. Yet it would cause dogs and animals of sort to yelp in pain, and surely enough, Jasmine stopped. Her eyes became blank, and as he let her go, she tumbled upon the floor, her hands to her ears, her eyes widened yet unmoving. Her lips moved, muttering incomprehensible words, growing louder and louder. And when she let go of her hands... red stained her fingers.
Axel knelt in front of her, smiling.
"I guess you can't hear me, but I hope you can read my mouth, since-" he shrugged. "You'd have to be used to that sooner or later. Now," he took her hand, bringing it to his lips. "It'd mean a lot to you, and perhaps your father, if you'd follow along."
Surely she couldn't read lips from the get go. Surely she did not understand a thing he said. But the message was clear. Comply, or die. And it seemed like Jasmine did not want to take her chances. She was quiet the rest of the way, like a beautiful puppet, and so the young maiden met her less than fairy tale ending.
The moment the princess went, well, somewhat feral, Axel had to hold himself back from laughing. What a quest indeed. The blonde had expected something boring out of something that literally spells "escort a princess to an arranged marriage", yet if she was to be this fiesty of a woman, then he'll be damned. Upon Bobbi's cue, Axel gave her a little nod, before going after the woman.
Down the hall, off the stairs, Jasmine was not much of a pack, yet somehow her little legs proved more a challenge than he expected. The right thing would to have caught her by the wrist, like any cliche scenes that would have happened in a story otherwise. However, Axel was not down to any of those things. He snatched her by the hair, her ornament tumbling down and upon the carpeted floor.
"Let me go, you- maniac!" she screeched, tossing her hand around. That was until he snapped his fingers. A noise erupted through the room, a frequency unheard by the normal. Yet it would cause dogs and animals of sort to yelp in pain, and surely enough, Jasmine stopped. Her eyes became blank, and as he let her go, she tumbled upon the floor, her hands to her ears, her eyes widened yet unmoving. Her lips moved, muttering incomprehensible words, growing louder and louder. And when she let go of her hands... red stained her fingers.
Axel knelt in front of her, smiling.
"I guess you can't hear me, but I hope you can read my mouth, since-" he shrugged. "You'd have to be used to that sooner or later. Now," he took her hand, bringing it to his lips. "It'd mean a lot to you, and perhaps your father, if you'd follow along."
Surely she couldn't read lips from the get go. Surely she did not understand a thing he said. But the message was clear. Comply, or die. And it seemed like Jasmine did not want to take her chances. She was quiet the rest of the way, like a beautiful puppet, and so the young maiden met her less than fairy tale ending.
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