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Post by Connor O'Bryan on Mar 8, 2019 15:43:26 GMT
"You have two days to figure out how to get into the girl's dorm without being caught. Tomorrow night midnight. You got it?"He hadn't needed two days, not once after taking a flight and had nearly flown into the willow at his realization, but he took the two days anyway, wanting to tease her anyways, looking deep in thought every time they were around each other. Minutes before curfew he disillusioned himself before popping into form and followed another girl up the stairs. Sweeping in he made his way to the 7th year's dorm, feeling rather proud of himself and then landed on the top of her four-poster looking down, feeling his grin. He waited until the lights were extinguished before landed on the bed covers, and with a soft pop he sat there, legs crossed, looking rather pleased with himself.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2019 17:54:10 GMT
The night of the challenge completion, Dahlia was dressed in a blue robe and sipping from a glass of water while reading from a book for homework. Sure, it was a bit of an image thing as she did not know when he would be showing up or how, but she wanted to be ready. Her legs pulled up beside her, when there was a pop sound and someone said on the other side of room "What was that? she had quickly moved to put a finger to her lips as she caught his eye. Of course, since he probably wasn't expecting so short a robe, she saw his reaction and knew that despite it not being a bathing suit she had caught him a bit off guard. She got up on her knees without a sound while two of her roommates spoke across the room and put a finger to his lips as well, motioning silence before she stepped out form her curtain, opening the lid of the red trunk next to her stand where she had moved it earlier. And set it up. Motioning for him to come, she pointed into the chest where one could see a ladder attached leading downwards into the interior. She waited till he agreed silently, then started down it first. Once he was on the ladder she motioned for him to close the lid behind him before she reached the bottom and moved out of the way. Soon as he reached the bottom she caught him around the neck saying "You came! Excellent! I was hoping you would manage it! How did you if I might ask?" She stood back as he spoke, noticing his glances around and shrugged. "My father's graduation present. He expects me to use it till I'm married then it will be my husbands, but I suspect he wanted to be sure who ever he married me off to that this will be my prison really. Probably in my contract I'm to be a 'kept woman'" she said with a sigh and an irritated sigh.
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Post by Connor O'Bryan on Mar 8, 2019 18:19:55 GMT
To say he was caught off guard was a bit of an understatement, but he didn't exactly get to process it completely. He blinked as she pressed a finger to his lips, keeping him from speaking.
Eyes following to where she pointed, they rounded slightly seeing the ladder leading down into her trunk. That's... peculiar. Spectacular, but peculiar.
He gave her a half grin, when her arms were around his neck, his hands going to rest lightly on her hips. "Animagus form. I can show you if you like -- but I'm quite content with the current situation."
His did wander around the hidden room, basically, and at her explanation, he frowned. "Well, that definitely won't do at all. While it's convenient now, it definitely won't be used for that sort of purpose, if I'm concerned."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2019 20:12:38 GMT
She nearly giggled (which would be unlike her really) when his eyes got bigger, but he followed instructions easily enough to going down below. Even in the magic world things could be rather normal and a ladder into a trunk just said a larger space. And she would have let him go down first, but then her robe-- yeah no. There were some things a lady just didn't do and that was a lead on which any guy probably went for. No, she might be trying to get out of a very nasty situation, but not doing it like that. "I rather hope you wouldn't, but I doubt my father would ever take a contract from you so I had to try and keep my mind on track with what was more likely before you finally spoke up." She didn't look happy at all saying it, but it was hard to keep oneself resigned when you knew the power was in someone else's hands. And since neither of them would have graduated yet, it really wasn't in her control since she would not be legally able to do magic for a living. That part was sort of critical. The chest was unusual she knew and if it hadn't had so many things attached to it which were negative and...scary she would probably have appreciated it a lot more. As it was, she didn't think this was something to discuss at the moment and clearly it was much quieter down here for a conversation. "Well I was hoping you'd be able to help me with something which I guess is a bit silly of me. There are a lot of bad memories attached to this place ecause of it's meaning and I'd like to have something to counter those." Motioning for him to follow, she led the way through the other door frame into a room which had no door but was clearly a bedroom with an expansive bed as the main center.
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Post by Connor O'Bryan on Mar 8, 2019 20:31:00 GMT
He nodded, about to respond to her previous comment as he followed her to the next room and her current comment worked itself into his mind.
"Wait. Wait. What?"
What was she....saying? His jaw dropped, and he instantly felt bad for assuming what she meant. "Uhm..." his hand went to the back of his head, his face extremely red. "I get that you've been waiting but..." oh man...
It didn't help that the color of the room was drastically romantic. His heart thudded against his chest.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2019 8:14:13 GMT
Hearing his reaction she turned, one hand stopping right in the middle of his chest. "Listen then more carefully, Dusk, use the Ravenclaw inside of you." She gave him a second to focus before she continued. "This room, this prison is a place my family made for my new husband to keep me in. Think about that. I am a resource to whoever they are thinking of selling me too, a slave, a minion forced to his will. Padded, pleasant, perfumed this room is still a prison for me, a womb for whatever family purchases me. That is my future whether I like it or not."
She almost spit that last workd out, her eyes bearing on his directly. "My brothers got married in the Christmas holidays for a reason, halfway to being legal and no longer a dependent their brides had no options, no choices, illegal to be anything else." It was a man's world, was he not aware that women were the ones kept under thumb, under control in the traditionalist homes? "There are families in which the new bride isn't seen till she's given birth, kept inside and controlled so she comes to believe there is no choice, no chance to be anything else." Her head came up, pride in her eyes, anger, and fear. He knew she was strong willed, but he had no idea how much of that was based on fear.
"No matter what I am taught, I have no real power, no future except to provide for others. I'm just seen as a tool towards the future they want. Only you have ever wanted me to be more." She leaned forward and kissed him awkwardly still, but much more emotional then a few days before. A simple kiss, but with it's own sort of power. "You say you want to save me, to help me get away. Can you do that? Dare you defy the odds and the ways of the older generation who will come down upon us?The first day you will be a thief, after two we will both be wanted for vengeance since the contract would no longer be acceptable. Understand the danger, how much your life would completely change."
She caught his shirt with both hands, pulling him up against her, her eyes right into his as she exclaimed "And then never hesitate or misunderstand me again. To you it seems pleasure, but that is not what I seek. I seek transformation."
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Post by Connor O'Bryan on Mar 9, 2019 15:07:28 GMT
It was a grand speech. It was a grand kiss she bestowed on him.
Perhaps the Ravenclaw in him was working too hard in fact. Because if he had to be honest... it was working against what she wanted... possibly wanted. Was asking him for.
Yet he didn't understand, this was a prolific, powerful wizarding family he would be going up against. Stealing their daughter from. No. Not stealing. Yes, he would be taking her for himself, but this was not a theft.
His hands came to her hip as she pulled him close against her, head dipping to press a kiss to her jaw, his lips close to her ear.
"This is not a theft, my Dawn. But a rescue mission. To think of it as theft would mean I would be doing as those other men would. Take, hide, conceal... no. There are dangers in this path, yes, but I will never hide you away. You have a light that needs to shine, to flourish and grow. You'll have choices here, starting with this. If you wish to see your family again, if they ever stop coming after us - you will have that choice."
He kissed her softly, a brief brush of his lips against hers.
"I bend myself to your will and needs, my Dawn. Ask it of me, and I will do everything in my power to give."
His heart was going a mile a minute. His hands were tight at her hips.
"So there is no misunderstanding, tell me what you want clearly, love. And I shall give it to you. What transformation do you seek?"
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Mar 10, 2019 18:01:35 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2019 18:01:35 GMT
She frowned at his words, despite his phrasing. What was he talking about? "I do not understand. They would come after us, hire people to find us. How can you possibly have any hope of this if you do not hide me or take me far far away from this land? And no, once started I would never be able to return, but why would you think I would want to. My family wishes to sell me, Connor, how would I even consider being civil to them in any way ever again?" Her head turned up slightly to his, her eyes confused. "Can it be? You do not understand what sort of violation this will be?"
Sure;y he wasn't so innocent he thought-- Noooo, she found the idea of him not understanding the basics of sex ludicrous!
She tapped him in the middle of his chest, one finger. "The power is here, in your form. You have the need to prove to me, to show me how committed you are to me. To fail would only be to deny me what I want." Plainly. Plainly? She had made it plain she thought just getting him in here, a place that every teenage boy in the entire building pro-- okay, there would be some who required one of their own sex to reach that desire, honestly. And some in the first years possibly the second would not yet grasp the mechanics of, surely, but she was letting her Ravevenclaw logic get in the way here with details!
"You must transform me by making me a real woman, giving me the knowledge of your personal body, of creating in my body the change, the knowledge of the most personal of acts. Take me to bed now, Dusk, take me to bed and bring the forbidden knowledge straight to my mind so that there can be no turning back. For if you fail in rescuing me the only way I can continue to live would be in the knowledge that what they sell is already gone." There, plain enough without knowing the details, but just to be sure she added a pat directly between his legs, a soft handed caress of an area that they had never before expressed in any form.
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Post by Connor O'Bryan on Mar 10, 2019 18:26:41 GMT
"I understand that you are making a choice for yourself. But while I can take you away - and I also understand what I am sacrificing on my own here as well."
He sighs, "I am just trying to show you that, even as I take you away from that. You don't have to feel that you are stuck with me either, if it turns out you are unhappy. I won't take away or forbid you of your choices either. I am not the end of the road, if you do not want me to be."
Ah. She was insinuating that. Okay. His cheeks are flushed, oddly innocent for the whole reason they were down here. Her touch causing a shiver down his spine. He then nods, a hand releasing her hip to brush against his cheek and then into her hair.
"You still have the power of choice, even now, just so you know."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2019 21:55:54 GMT
She listened to his comment and she knew he would be in danger, but she was not sure what sacrifice he would be making if he didn't control the 'angle' of his decision. "And what exactly are you giving up, Connor? Please tell me I want to know." She lifted up her fingers and counted off. "If you have a spot for me to hide in, you are free to remain at school, correct? Unless things go very squirrelly, you are not under suspicions right now. You can be legal." And then another finger. "By the same token I suppose your family might object to your actions, but you will probably still have some connection to them, some way of continuing to enjoy your past I would think."
Her eyes looked down, understanding he was taking risks of exposure and destruction of life, but only if they as two ravenclaws could not come up with a good plan for the term. And that seemed wrong somehow; they did have several months to plan and execute ideas. "Also" she put up a third finger "you said you wanted to write a book. I assume you would need some writing time and therefore need an occupation in that time. If you know of a muggle job you can teach me to do somewhere I can't be found easily I could be earning money for your writing, correct? Is that a possibility?" He might be taking risks, but to her mind she was the one risking everything, he was rolling dice for a chance to be far ahead in life compared to her.
Then again, she had no idea of his personal life situation.
She gave him an odd look. "Choice? What choices?" She shook her head at this, clearly confused. "I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. I have little choice without others help. My family has seen to it my options are cut off, trapped in the track they think they can predict easily. I see few choices." She caught at his shirt again and leaned over so he had to fall over with her onto the bottom of the bed. His weight took her breath away a moment, but she had made a conscious point of opening her legs as she did so, understanding that most boys liked this sort of thing, this total surrender.
"My choice is to love and adore the man who saves me. to serve his needs and help him heal when he is hurt. To encourage him to greater efforts for himself, to make sure his life is full of his needs being met and exceeded." She wrapped a leg around his finding it easier to do so then she would have thought, not sure if the angle was one he would like or not. "And if you had revealed your interest earlier then this year I would have been delighted as I chose a long time ago who I wanted to encourage to be close..."
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