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Fantasy The Dark Side of the Moon

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The situation was spiraling out of her control, and she needed to find some way to get it back. This line of conversation, whatever he was doing. It was weird, and it was getting away from the very reason she had even come out here with him, which meant something needed to be done.

"You don't have to lie.." The brunette stated, if nothing else she still wasn't afraid, yet at the same time she didn't appear to be exactly charmed. Not falling into whatever trap he seemed to be looking to entangle her in. It was a back and forth game by this point.

"Will it make you happy, though? Me, what you want, in this? Will it?" Her face was still red, growing more so with the little kiss to the nose. It all felt so wrong, not specifically because of what he was doing... But because it didn't feel like... Him.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
"Lie?" He paused again, struck by her words. She just spoke with such confidence it was as if she could peer into his soul. He didn't like, not one bit. His grip tightened on her before he jsut let her fall over.

"Isabella, what do you want from me? I'm tired of playing these stupid games and listening to your questions. This isn't an interrogation, so back off." Orion had had a long, stressful week. He hadn't stopped riding for days and that left no time for rest or merriment. The night before was the first he actually could stop to sleep. He had traveled far to get a job done and he just wanted some fun! Why was that so hard to get?! Some drink, some alchemist's desserts, a woman or two. He just wanted to relax, but here was this girl being nosy and childish. She just wouldn't give up.

Tired and worn out by her, he sat down in the grass and gave up, his trap falling apart. "Spoiled... rich brat... can't even... what am I supposed to say?" He murmured angrily as he picked individual pieces of grass, only some his words loud enough to hear. Only red and black would be seen in his emotional color bubble: anger and darkness. The darkness mostly felt like loneliness, despair, and dissatisfaction.
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There would be a startled little 'eep' from her when she fell forwards, the shift between him holding her and not a sudden contrast, she didn't quite have her bearings together. She wouldn't stay down for long though, picking herself back up after a moment as she listened to him, brushing the front of her dress off before turning to look at him, head tilted a little when he sat down and started 'playing' with the grass. It didn't take her long to move over and sit down next to him, as if nothing had even transpired.

"I don't want anything from you." Which was true, she hadn't once contemplated in all of this what he could do, or provide, for her. Aside from maybe some fun playing around, but she had a feeling their ideas for fun were a little bit different. Certain aspects of it all that she wasn't easily reading, understanding.

"Well, I might want your name." She ended up amending, no matter how outwardly good someone was at selling a falsehood, there was always more underneath. It wasn't as though she herself was unfamiliar with the art, considering how often she ended up lying to the people around her... "Aside from that, I just want you to be happy."
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
“You don’t- Why would you ask me all the questions if you don’t want anything?? What’s your problem with me?!” He turned to her when she sat down, scooting away from her and sighing deeply.

This wasn’t at all what he planned. He just wanted to hook up with her, get what he came for, and leave. That’s all he needed to do! He could finally get home and have fun at the bars and brothels he knew and loved. Even if his mother was there...

“My-“ He shook his head. “You get to call me Ash because I don’t trust you a smidge. You’re childish, annoying, and frankly I’d rather be anywhere but here with you. I regret finding you...” He snarled at her before sighing. “Just leave me be, please. You got me, alright? I’m not who I said I was and I don’t really care about you so just go back to playing tag with your imaginary friends.”
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She just watched as he moved away, scooted to create more distance between the two of them. She didn't try to follow him, to sit closer to him once more, instead she just watched as he seemed to give up trying to figure her out. Or something like that. That wasn't particularly unusual with people around her, most stopped trying when she was too 'strange' for them, which was why it would probably be some time before she ended up married off to someone.

"Just because you can't see something doesn't mean its imaginary." Isabella countered, not moving to leave as he had requested. Instead she pulled at a few blades of grass herself, working on trying to weave them together into a crown as one might flowers. It was trickier, but with the flowers currently sleeping it was the only option for her to keep her hands preoccupied.

"I have a feeling if I leave though I won't see you again." It was a gut feeling that gnawed away, another certainty about the situation. Though given everything he just said... it was a little odd that she was even bothered by that, considering he seemed to utterly detest her by this point.

"You know... If you had told me that whatever you were planning would have made you happy, I would have gone along with it." She admitted, which was probably a silly decision given that he could have easily changed his mind about not doing it at any given moment.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
“Whatever sweetie. I just don’t want to be apart of your game anymore.” He sat down for a while, then stood up as she spoke again. He laughed loudly, nodding his head.

“I’m leaving now. And no, you won’t see me ever again. Which is good for you and me. I don’t have to listen to you and you won’t get hurt.” He began to storm out of the garden when she spoke up again. He stopped, clenching his fists. She really was idiotic.

He laughed, softly at first, then extremely loudly. It would seem like an instant to her, as if not a moment had passed at all, he would be upon her. Pinning her to the ground with one of his hands wrapped around her neck, the other at the skirt of her dress. “I’m sorry... You want to make me happy? You don’t know who you’re talking to little girl...” He laughed darkly.
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There would be a small frown on her face as she watched him, as he seemed to hit a point of simply being 'done' with this situation. The idea that he would be leaving, just gone, and she wouldn't be able to... The thought cut off when he suddenly came back to her, a startled gasp before she was staring up up him. He would probably feel the way she swallowed there, the way her breathing quickened for a moment there.

"I want to see you happy." Isabella stated, she didn't seem so much afraid, as suddenly nervous about something here. After all this, everything about this, was entirely different from any other interaction she had. It was unusual, in so many different ways, she didn't quite know what to do with it all, how to deal with this. Yet she wasn't willing to give up.

"Truly, happy, not just... momentarily happy, but... I don't think this will make you happy." She didn't try to move his hands, get him away from her. She just laid there, looking up at him, with a little smile now, of all things.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
He laughed at her, nodding as she spoke. She was just a stupid little kid with a big mouth. She didn’t know anything, she just pretended to, and he had finally put her in her place... until she smiled. He was pinning her underneath him and she was smiling.

“What... the hell... is wrong with you?” He pulled away. “I’m not telling you anything. I don’t know you and I don’t care about you.” He shouted at her, infruriated by her odd behavior. After doing so he would sit down, then lay back in the grass. “The faster I get out of here the better.... this kingdom is full of idiots. Especially YOU.”
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When he pulled away, moved back, she sat up slowly, just watching him for a moment as he settled back in the grass, seeming entirely displeased with the situation. There wasn't a lot she could do about that though, much as she would have liked to. How, after all, could she when she seemed to be the source of some of his current frustration? Not all of it though, she knew she wasn't the only problem in it all.

"I don't understand why you keep saying you're not telling me anything... Or why you're saying you don't care about me." She didn't, she wasn't sure why he would think she wanted him to tell her something. Especially after she told him that she didn't want anything from him, well aside from his name but that didn't exactly count, right? The brunette would move to stand up, making her way over to sit down next to him once more, before laying back in the grass beside him as well.

"What was it you were going to do...?" She would suddenly ask, looking towards him questioningly, as if she were forgetting that he said he wouldn't tell her anything, that he thought she was an idiot. As though it didn't matter.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
“I’m saying exactly what I mean. I don’t care about you, I just wanted some fun. I thought you’d get into too but you just want to solve my problems or whatever crap you were asking about." She laid beside him and he moaned in frustration. "Can you give me some space for one fuc-" He stopped and sat up angrily. "I don't have to deal with this. You mean nothing to me."

He hissed. "I WANTED TO- TO- TO- I wanted... to..." He looked at her face, her innocent, curious eyes, and he melted. He was too tired, too homesick, too depressed... he just wanted a break. "Can we go get a drink at least? Maybe I'll be able to drown out your voice if I'm out of it..."
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Well, apparently she wasn't about to find anything out from him right now, at least not about... whatever it was he would have done, which left her still rather curious about it all. Isabella would sit up a little herself there, looking over towards him at the mention of drinks, he probably meant alcohol.

"Okay, I know where my favorite fruit wine is~" Isabella said with a chipper tone, as if none of the past events had happened whatsoever. Standing up to brush her dress off, seemingly perfectly content now with it all. Back to normal, as she had been back when they had first met.

"What kinds did you like?" She didn't even consider the fact that he said 'go get', didn't consider the idea of leaving the castle.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
Looking after her as she got up, he smiled. “Nope. You’re coming with me princess.” He took her hand, dragging her to the walls of the castle. Climbing halfway up, he offered her a hand. “Let’s go on an adventure. What do you think?”
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There was actually some confusion there, more confusion than before as she blinked at him. She hadn't been expecting to go somewhere, at least not somewhere that lead away from the castle. The castle was her home, and she hadn't really traveled very far away from it before. A peek here, a glance there. It was safer for someone like her here, much safer... and not simply because of the guards.

Yet still she followed him, squeezing his hand a little in an arguably nervous fashion. The castle wall, him climbing it, it was all so surreal in a way... An adventure sounded fun, amazing actually.

"Let's do it." As she responded she reached up to take his hand, this, though... she was afraid. Unwilling, though, to give up.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
His smile only grew when she said yes. Swinging her up, he pulled her close as they made their way over the wall. He landed with her in his arms before he... dropped her. He just let go.

“Come on Isabella! Follow me!” He whistled loudly. There was a loud neigh and and stomping before a large black horse appeared. He trotted around the girl before hugging aggressively. He jumped on its back and pranced around before offering her another hand. “I won’t drop you next time we get down, I promise.”
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There would be a little 'eep!' from her when she ended up hitting the ground, her dress only managing to absorb some of the impact there... not enough to keep her rump from stinging a bit. Silver eyes blinked up at him, curious, he was behaving strangely again. Between the acts, and the genuine, it was hard to tell if he was planning something. Still, she took his hand when he once more offered it.

"Okay." Even if he was lying, she had committed to seeing this 'adventure', as it was, to the end. Wherever that end might have taken her. Any grip she might have had in him would end up tightening periodically along the way, to loosen after a moment.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
They rode from the castle and through the city, passing by sleepy homes and quiet allies. They weren’t down a few roads, till in sight of the castle, when The Scaly Beast appeared before them. Smiling, Orion slid off his steed and brought Isabella down. “Stay close or someone will snatch you up.”

That was the only warning she got before he flipped up his hood and headed in. The men would look up again, but not stare for as long. Riggal stood behind the bar, though his face filled with shock as he saw Orion. “You’re back?... and you brought a- Orio- Listen boy, you can’t be bringing no girls like her here we don’t do that sort of stuff!!” He growled, upset. Orion just laughed. “Riggal relax, she’ll be fine. Now giv is both some beer.” Riggal sighed, getting them cups. He placed them in front of the two and walked away angrily,
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Settled on the horse with him Isabella would seem rather comfortable, though still arguably nervous about something in the situation. Not him, per say, considering he was little different now than he had been in the castle. Anything he could do out here he could have just as well done in there, it was something else out here that had her uncomfortable.

Yet out here she was also so very curious about this 'new world' so to speak. Isabella's mother had realized early on that Isabella was not the type of child who would do well out on travels, they had tried a few times. Yet each instance resulted in the same event triggering, that forced them to turn around and take her back to the castle. At a certain point, when she failed to grow out of it, they gave up. Her life would be within the castle until she was given away to a husband, and to his home would likely be the only traveling she would ever do.

Except in this instance, in the stillness of the night where it was easier. The crowds around the carriage, watching them leave, weren't present. It was just he, her, and the horse. At least until they arrived at the tavern, The Scaly Beast. That made things different, the pressure from within. The warning from him flickered through her thoughts for a moment before slipping away, her mind a little elsewhere.

To anyone who didn't know she had left of her own accord it could have almost looked as though she had been taken by some force. The grass, dirt, newly staining her dress from the times she had been dropped, knocked down. Her hair in a bit more disarray than it had been when the night began, than anyone might have expected from a noble girl. A few small bruises already starting to form, she certainly looked as though something had happened.

"I've never had beer before." The brunette admitted, suddenly pulled from her thoughts of this place when the cup was there before them. Eyebrows furrowing slightly as she wondered about it, wine had been the only drink she had before. A specific type of wine, fruit wines, with various flavors... Most of them were weak though, it would have taken her a fair few glasses full to become close to drunk. Still she would lift the mug, sniffing at the frothy liquid, before she took a drink. Almost immediately her nose ended up scrunching up, pulling it away from her mouth and seeming to have a little trouble swallowing it. That was not anything like her wine.

"I don't think I like beer..." Once more she admitted, though he could have probably gathered that fact from her reaction. He might have also noticed that she seemed a little uncomfortable here, in this place. With how she seemed to be standing a little closer to him than necessary, even with his warning of sticking close.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
They entered as she seemed uncomfortable, as if she didn't like the amount of people in the room. Not caring about it in the slightest, he laughed at her words. "I don't think you'll like it but its-" He burst out laughing after she tasted it and made such a silly face. "I guess you don't. That's okay, I'll drink your's." He slid the cup over to him. He was beginning to drink when he noticed how close she was. She wasn't interested in, so it confused him a little.

"Hey hey hey, personal space. No touching, we're past that now." He pushed her away, into a burly man. The other guy looked down at her and laughed. "Hello little lady..." She would sense a lot of emotion from him... mostly emotions she would not like directed att herself.
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He seemed to be having some fun here, amused with something, comfortable with other things. Perhaps this place was simply more in his element, regardless that was one bright side to this entire outing. It was almost enough to make her feel a little better about it, even though she had a little bit of a smile. It didn't last when he pushed her away, a little startled 'eep' coming out when she spun to look at the stranger.

It was dark, not just just other man, the space, broken away from her post. Sensations pressing in from every angle in an almost suffocating feeling. Swallowing hard she stepped back, closer to Orion... before suddenly spinning back to face him. The brunette grabbed his cloak and ducked under it, hiding beneath the fabric as if that would truly protect her.

More than that, though, she just about clung to him, pressed against his back, body trembling just the slightest. It didn't take long till there was another slight shift, when her hands just started creeping up under his shirt, unconcerned with how inappropriate that was... If she even understood that concept.
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The man thoroughly creeped her out, at least it seemed, and that made Orion laugh more. He really didn;t min making people suffer and soemtimes enjoyed it, especially when it was a bratty noble girl who was pretending to know his feelings and thoughts. This iwas she deserved and needed, in his opinion. She acted like she had never been outside the castle walls so this splash of the real world would hopefully break her from the hold the safe, perfect life she had as a royal held over her.

She retreated to him, his body moving to get out of her way when suddenly she took hold of it. Her face vansihed under his cloak, as did she. For a moment he didn't knwo where she had gone, then he felt hands on his skin. Small hands slipped up his shirt and he froze.

What was she doing?

"Hey hey! No get off! I said no touching!" He whispered angrily to her, noticing people were looking over.
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This displeased him too, it seemed. Apparently everything she did was just continuing to upset him throughout this entire situation. What was it she could do to help? There had to be something, there had to..., something that she could do in all of this. Some way that she could reach him better, what was it she had done before? When he suddenly got off of her, what had she really done there...? Right now she couldn't focus very well on it, her thoughts were falling apart there behind him.

"Why not, you touched me! And you wanted to do so more!" The brunette accused, knowing full well that that hand on her neck, dress, there had been some plane from him there. Something else seeping through that she could vaguely grasp onto, something he wanted.

"I want to touch you why is that bad." It would have ended up worse, since she wasn't pulling her hands out of his shirt. Instead of just leaving them on his back she ended up hugging him from right there, hanging on, with her face pressed against her back.
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He hissed softly at her, trying to pull her out from underneath his cloak and his shirt.

“I did before but I told you I’m not interested but in you! You need to get out of my shirt, I’m already wearing it and it’s not made for two people!!” He spoke in an angered whispers not trying to draw attention to them. He had a reputation to keep up and this girl wasn’t helping him any. What was her problem anyways? She didn’t care about others earlier, not even him, a stranger, but now she seemed like she hated it all. And she had said what he was going to do, as if she read him mind, wasn’t going to make him really happy, so why was she tempting him now? He had to admit her hands felt soft, a nice light touch along his side and scarred up back.

She hugged him closer with her hands still in his shirt and he stopped struggling for a moment. “This is ridiculous.”[/div]
 
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In spite of how willingly Isabella had gone along with everything earlier, right now would be a very direct contrast to that. The way she would squirm and wiggle to make sure he couldn't get her out from where she had wormed her way into. Hiding as best she could, staying there as well as she possibly could. Isabella didn't want to be moved, this was a safe point, a grounding point. She needed this, in a way she could have never explained to him even if she had tried.

"Why is it ridiculous when you like it?" She questioned, another one of those moments where she was directly bringing up things she shouldn't have known. That certainty once more. Her hands, arms, he would easily feel both a she moved her hands from his back to his front, wrapping them a round him to make it that much harder for him to remove her. The short sleeved dress ensured he would only really feel her soft skin, skin that had never been marred by a harsh life. Ease, comfort. Nothing physically damning.

"Please just let me stay here for a little while, I'll even be quiet if you want." Isabella was just afraid to come out.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer IdyllicDreamer [/div]
She didn’t move, instead pulling him closer by sliding her hands to his front. He felt himself blush at the touch, instead of a shiver. Her heartbeat was faster, beating through his shirt and onto his skin. Looking down into his cup, he refrained from speaking, keeping quiet while the feeling settled in. Isabella’s attitude was odd, sure, but her body was so tempting, so inviting, it was hard for a man like him to stay away. At other times he had taken advantage of a similar situations, tricked and hurt several girls, and guys, really just those guys who were in love with said girls... some people forgot that promises could be broken and love twisted.

He was about to snap at her when he realized he liked it. He laughed softly, putting his hands over her, or over the part of the shirt where they were. This was ridiculous simply because people didn’t shove their arms in people’s shirts unless they liked one another or were very drunk. Neither were the case.

“Okay okay you can stay, just be quiet.” He drank his beer silently for a while. He thought about his plans, his mission, some other things. He was lost in thought for a while until his thoughts went to Isabella. A smile stretched across his lips, then he stopped. He smiled wider, then thought about her more. He wondered if she would see that....
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That was progress, the simple fact that he wasn't trying to get her out of his shirt anymore, out from under the cloak. It seemed as if she had secured has safety blanket for the time, able to simply exist within this space without too much more fuss from him. Overall it was nicer when he wasn't trying to make himself dislike it, as she knew he was doing. The brunette would let out a soft sigh at that, breath fanning against the skin on his back from where she had burrowed to by this point.

Instead of responding to his request for peace she simply stayed quiet, exactly as he had asked her to. Slowly calming down, comfortable, safe in this space where everything felt so much more muffled than it otherwise might have. She liked it here for the time. Especially when he ended up thinking of her, not that Isabella actually knew he was thinking about her, just that his thoughts were more pleasant. Sensations, feelings, positive things.

"Thank you." She finally said, feeling much better though still not keen on coming out. Isabella also still wouldn't call him Ash, specifically avoiding using a name since she didn't know his.
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