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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 21:36:37 GMT -8
He sputtered out the water that Bastille's DOG WATER got into his mouth. Damn that woman and her ways! He stood there like he was considering what she was saying. But really the choice was already made, they were here, and he was all wet. He held out a hand for her to take.
"Lead the way my sweet."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 8, 2013 22:39:44 GMT -8
Bastille would smirk and take his hand, tangling their fingers together before taking him up the dark cliff face, and threw the exceedingly dark and ancient city. The entire thing was made from stone, and small fires could be seen here and there once they reached the inner part of the city. She would suddenly take him down into a catacomb corridor that was not lit almost at all at first....then torches started and finally stairs up. Bastille was silent the entire time until she took them up into a long corridor with pillars that showed out into the night sky full of stars. She then turned a corner and shoved them both into a room, closing the heavy door behind her with all her weight as leverage. She would come back in and strike a match into the fire place which would light up like a giant pyre. She scooted back. Over all the room was rather small...a huge pile of pillows and blankets that seemed to be occupying what once had been a small indoor pool...and curtains everywhere. Behind some there was obviously a balcony to the outside and through another door was Bastille's large ancient weapons collection....at least a small peice of it anyway.
She smiled at the small plate of fruit left for them.
"Thank you for coming all the way here with me. I know it was stressful..." she said staring at what had used to be her room.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 10, 2013 0:07:40 GMT -8
He felt much better when his feet were on stone. It was comforting to him, knowing that he was not as helpless as he was on the boat. Not to mention the fact that it was solid ground and wasn't shaking and rocking every which way.
He growled when she shoved him into the room, visibly restraining himself from back handing her across the face. He was not a fan of being pushed around, physically or mentally. He resolved to punish it for her once they were settled in. He didn't want to deal with her running off and ditching him in a city he didn't know.
At least not for their honeymoon. He was obviously a romantic.
He watched as she made a fire and just grunted at her words, instead of responding verbally he just moved in and snaked an arm around her waist to pull her close to him.
"You know I would burn the world for you, traversing the ocean is but a small thing in comparison."
Even if he hated it.
Not a moment later his free arm shot out to slam into her kidney as he stared her down. Still holding her close as he struck her.
"But don't shove me."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 10, 2013 0:20:08 GMT -8
"Ouch Bastard, that hurt." She smirked, spitting a bit in hopes it would help her regain some of the air in her lungs. Damn ass hole.....
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 10, 2013 0:21:32 GMT -8
Silence passed on his part for a long moment as he stared at her before slowly moving his hand that had struck her to his face and wiping the spit off his face.
"You had it coming."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 10, 2013 0:24:16 GMT -8
"You signed a life of 'things to come' when you married me you patronizing jack ass....." She smirked. "and you might end up killing me for it before we even get home at this rate" She cracked her neck as if they were going to start a fist fight.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 10, 2013 0:32:05 GMT -8
"And I accept that, petty annoyances are worth your loyalty and companionship."
He said flatly before leaning in to kiss the top of her head.
"So, why here?" He asked as he removed his arm from her to take a good look at the room they were now closed in. She had mentioned what the place was, but not why they were there. At least why they were really there.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jul 10, 2013 0:36:09 GMT -8
Bastille smiled.
"Because when I was a child I dreamed of having my honeymoon here." She said sheepishly. The blush on her face made it obvious was wasn't teasing either.
"and because....when the apocalypse happened and I thought you were dead...this is were I cried over it." She said solemnly.
"It seemed fitting, to bring your here- alive....." Her eyes were staring at the bed she had slept in for years as the silent and secretive lady of Toledo. With a sigh and slight yawn she pipped up however.
"Aside from that this is MY city...and HERE I am boss....so I'm asserting my place as the dominant in this relationship and the wife." There was a smirk on her face the size of texas- so close to almost breaking out into a giant grin.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Aug 1, 2013 18:44:49 GMT -8
The corners of his lips twitched into a small smile. Not when she said that this is where she dreamed of having her honeymoon even as a child. But to think this was the place she cried over his apparent death. He shifted behind her and moved his arms to hold her, planting his lips on the top of her head as they both gazed at her bed.
"You really are foolish Bastille."
For a few reasons, he would let her decide why he thought that she was foolish. Really, it was a variety of reasons. Just to help make his point he would slide his hand up to give her left breast a quick squeeze.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Aug 2, 2013 10:17:39 GMT -8
"Thats right, please me servant" She chuckled darkly. "You're mine now! I have legal papers and everything....oh and something shiny on my finger...which by the way- you're loosening it when I need to shower because I AM NOT getting this thing rusty." She continued to talk despite leaning back and pushing up on her tip toes to kiss his lower jaw- all while not missing a beat.
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