Re: withered | roleplay

by jaded Sun Mar 02, 2014 7:04 pm

Sawyer finished rather quickly, and a servant appeared to take away his plate. He tipped a glass of wayer back and drained it, watching her passively. "There's a pool, too, if you ever want to swim." The twenty year old murmured, placing his glass on the table and waiting for her to finish before her stood, offering her his hand instead of his arm.

*

"I did what I had to do to survive. You're talking a lot of shit for a man who bought me. If you have to pay for a woman, there's something wrong." The girl bristled back at him, her hands itching to throw a punch, or at the least, to slap him. "But, fine. You can pay any amount you want, and I'll never be yours." She snarled after him as he left, glaring at the servant he ordered to take her back to her room.

by **luna** Sun Mar 02, 2014 8:36 pm

"Up, up, up, dear!"

"Today's the day! Your wedding's in only five hours. Now we must get you ready!"

by jaded Sun Mar 02, 2014 9:37 pm

Sawyer awoke rather early, showered, and was dressed before he'd been told his fiancé had woken up. Women. They took incredibly long to get ready, and a mere few actually looked like the effort they put in. The blond grinned appreciatively at the servant who straightened his bow tie, and then slipped out of his room to find his father and brother.

The day before had gone rather well, considering the circumstances, and he was feeling rather confident that Maria would be more or less accepting of his advances. He'd heard of the inevitable wild card brides that fought raggedly against their husbands' every wish, and it seemed he'd been graced with a decent, willing girl. He ran into his brother while waking around and smirked, patting him on the shoulder. "Ready, man?" Part of him wanted to know if his brother had been as lucky.

*

Vivian was dragged out of bed ceremoniously by a few first-generations that stripped her of her clothes before she had the chance to fully open her eyes and had her in a bath, cooing over her obnoxiously, in less than two minutes. She let them tug on her hair and douse her in sweet-smelling water and soaps without a word, ignoring their exclamations about it being her wedding day.

She didn't want to marry him. He knew who she'd been, and even if he hadn't, she wanted nothing to do with him. He was in a way much worse than the men she'd sold herself to, demanding not only her body but the rest of her life. And she hadn't even accepted the deal. A handful of Gatherers had. And everything about that infuriated her.

About an hour later, her hair was pinned up in a bun and she wore an extravagant white wedding dress. The first-generations donned her in pearls and ushered her into the elevator, and then out into the garden. All the while, she said nothing.

by **luna** Sun Mar 02, 2014 11:51 pm

Thank God.

"Do I have a choice?"

them

by jaded Mon Mar 03, 2014 12:51 am

"C'mon. Yours is mighty pretty. Marrying her couldn't be that bad, could it?" Sawyer chuckled, curious to see what he'd say. Was his brother's pick as naive and innocent as his was? Somehow he doubted it. Even from afar, the girl looked wild. Brazen, even. She looked rougher and more worn than Maria, but not in an ugly way. Tired. From his observations, Vivian seemed to be a wild, tired girl.

And he wasn't sure how his brother would handle her. Had their roles been reversed, Thomas would have been able to marry sweet, compliant Maria, and Sawyer would've married what he assumed would be a challenge. Part of him was glad that he'd gotten an easier girl, and wouldn't have any problems, but part of him longed for just a little trouble, tension. No matter. He was rather pleased with his pick.

*

The older women threw the veil over her face and smoothed the dress with careful hands. Another group brought Maria into the garden a distance away, and she glanced over, but didn't really smile, knowing she wouldn't see through the veil. It wasn't a happy day; she didn't have a good reason to smile at the other bride other than for comfort, which Vivian knew she needed but was a bit too preoccupied and angry to give.

She could see the two brothers across the garden, and her blood boiled at the sight of Thomas. She'd make him regret what he'd said. She'd make him regret ever choosing her, and if it was the death of her, so be it. The Pyre girl didn't want to be a bride—a wife, a mother. Especially not to a man she din't care for.

by **luna** Mon Mar 03, 2014 10:37 pm

right

dream

"She may be pretty, but she's feisty"

"Very feisty."

easy

by jaded Tue Mar 04, 2014 2:04 pm

Sawyer's lips curled up in a smirk. "But don't you like them feisty, brother?" As much as he was already enjoying Maria's naivete, he wouldn't have been terribly disappointed if he'd gotten a girl with a rebellious, sassy streak. The chase was half the fun, after all, and it appeared his brother had a lot of running to do.

*

Vivian glanced over at Maria and resisted the urge to furrow her brow when she saw her shaking. For good reason, of course, but was she scared, excited? A bit of both? The Pyre girl didn't tremble, but if she did, it would've been in anger. They were under a gazebo now, and though she'd never admit it, it was a pretty place for a wedding. An unwanted, one-sided wedding. She scoffed softly once the older women retreated, now free to express her feelings without them looking as if they were directed at them.

by **luna** Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:35 pm

So he must've not been far from home ever . . .

"Never said I didn't."

"She's nothing I can't handle; don't look so worried, man."

other

by jaded Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:46 pm

"I'm not worried at all. Go get her, tiger." The blond grinned good-naturedly, motioning to his older brother to follow him to the gazebo, where the two brides were waiting. His was the smaller one, and even without the height difference, he'd have recognized her easily. Once he'd made it, he took his place beside her and didn't glance over at hisbrother, figuring it would be inappropiate to joke with him during the ceremony.

*

Just when she'd begun to wonder where her rude groom was, his brother stepped into the gazebo and stood beside Maria, and her own fiancé followed suit. She didn't look at him, already formulating a plan in her head to piss him off during the ceremony. The clergyman started talking, but she tuned him out, only waiting for her turn to say, "I do."

by **luna** Tue Mar 04, 2014 10:58 pm

"Until death do us part"

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I do! I do . . ."

I just signed her own death certificate.

by jaded Tue Mar 04, 2014 11:48 pm

Sawyer repeated the vows with confidence, steadily watching his wife even though she had a hard time holding his gaze. "Do you, Sawyer, take Maria as your lawfully wedded wife?" "I do." The man said, smiling modestly down at her. One of the older women offered him the pillow that held Maria's ring, and he took it, sliding it onto her small finger and giving her hand a light squeeze.

"You may now kiss the bride." The blond stepped forward and lifted her veil, chuckling softly at the blush that dusted her cheeks, and cupped her face. He then leaned in and planted a soft kuss on her lips, pulling away with a satisfied smirk.

*

Vivian watched Maria and Sawyer go before them, dreading the moment the clergyman's attention turned towards them. Without even fully looking at him, she knew her fiancé had a smirk a mile wide on his face, and he was getting exactly what he wanted: finality. The concept of it scared her for more reasons than one. She'd always been taught not to rely on a man to sustain her, and the predicament she was in demanded specifically that.

Once the other couple was wed, the clergyman beckoned them forward, and Vivian reluctantly took a few steps forward, facing Thomas with a look that could kill—if only. He thought he'd won. Technically, he had, but it wasn't over just because they were about to be married. It was just beginning.

by **luna** Wed Mar 05, 2014 7:11 pm

by jaded Thu Mar 06, 2014 3:20 pm

Sawyer grinned, and taking her hand, lead her away from the gazebo and deeper into the garden to the cheers of the servants. If he'd had any doubts about the girl cooperating before, they vanished once he noticed the blush on his young bride's face. "You look beautiful." And in her wedding dress, she did. Part of him realized she looked like a child playing dress-up, and it might've been true, but such thoughts aside, she was.

*

Vivian stated hers with a deadly calm voice, her eyes betraying her anger. "Do you, Vivian, take Thomas as your lawfully wedded husband?" "I do." Her chance was coming as soon as he leaned in, and by the look of it, he was about to. She glared at him, waiting for the inevitable, "You may now kiss the bride."

by **luna** Thu Mar 06, 2014 9:49 pm

"Thank you"

by jaded Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:26 pm

"Only a bit longer. It won't last as long as a traditional wedding, I promise." He didn't much enjoy being gawked at, and he could see it in her eyes that she didn't, either. Besides, the sooner he got her alone, the better. And was there anything to celebrate? They hardly knew each other. A formal reception wasn't necessary. None of Maria's friends or family had attended, after all.

*

Vivian narrowed her eyes when her husband seemed to guess her intentions and went for her cheek, but not without letting his lips linger near her mouth. Fine. He'd avoided one of her antics, but it wouldn't be her last. She allowed the man to lead her away from the gazebo and towards the other couple, but dug her nails into his arm as they walked. To anyone else, she was a bride clinging tightly to her groom's arm. What a joke.

by **luna** Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:56 pm

by jaded Fri Mar 07, 2014 12:56 am

Sawyer kept a careful eye on the young girl, curious to see how she'd handle the alcohol. He might not have really needed her for anything but producing an heir, but he didn't care to have her falling all over the place. That would make her an embarrassment and a handful, and so far, she was doing a great job at being neither. He tipped back his own glass and laid a hand on the small of her back, sneering at his brother and his wife when they came near. The girl was on his arm, and behaving contrary to what Thomas had earlier said about her. Either Thomas had been overexaggerating, or something was up. Either way, he directed his attention elsewhere.

*

Thomas hissed, and she smiled up at him with lively brown eyes. "Everything is stunning." Her nails dug deeper. "Especially you." Deeper. A servant offered her a glass of champagne, but she waved it away, knowing she'd probably need a clear head to fend off her husband's advances later.

by **luna** Fri Mar 07, 2014 10:59 pm

"No, no, no. You look much better, darling"

by jaded Sun Mar 09, 2014 11:01 pm

"We can go back inside anytime you want to," Sawyer murmured into her ear, downing another glass of champagne to give him a little excess courage to seduce the girl, if he even needed to. "It's not a very... lively reception, I know. And they're all servants, none of which you know." Even he didn't want to stick around.

*

"You're too kind." Vivian simpered, reaching up to whisper in his ear. "I'm not afraid of you, Thomas." She sneered up at him, waving away yet another glass of alcohol. "Did you order them to get me drunk?" The brunette wrinkled her nose at the very idea. She wasn't that dumb. Did he really think it'd be that easy?

by **luna** Mon Mar 10, 2014 9:39 pm

"Can . . . can we go now? Please?"

"They're just doing as father had told them. They're supposed to offer people anything and everything - champagne is what we have to offer in the moment"

"Would you like something else to drink instead, dear?"

by jaded Tue Mar 11, 2014 9:21 pm

Sawyer nodded, and taking her hand, guided her through the garden and away from the commotion with a few goodnatured grins and waves. He took her into the mansion and through the kitchen, which was relatively empty compared to his usual bustle. Once they were in the elevator, he leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh, loosening his bow tie and sliding his vest off. "That dress uncomfortable?" He doubted it. She was probably too stunned by its beauty to want to change out of it, even if it was.

*

He seemed to distance himself from her, and she relaxed a little, the fire behind her brown eyes reduced to a flame. "No, dear, I'm perfectly fine." She didn't feel as though she could hold anything down, even if she wasn't too prideful to accept a drink from her new husband. "I'll be near the food if you need me." The brunette shot him a look that indicated he shouldn't need her and strode toward the buffet table, if only to get away from him.

by **luna** Tue Mar 11, 2014 10:54 pm

"Very"

"But it's just so pretty . . .

by jaded Tue Mar 11, 2014 11:10 pm

Sawyer smiled softly, reaching out to take her braid gently in his hand. The women had woven small white flowers into her hair to match the ones that decorated her dress, and it looked nice. Dainty. Feminine. He hardly knew her, but the getup seemed to embody Maria's personality. Naive, too, but he figured it was best not to remark on that. The elevator opened, and he stepped out and strode to her room, looking back to see if she'd follow.

*

Even when she'd been in a compromising position, she'd been, for the most part, in control. And even with Thomas Heronby, she was determined to maintain that control. He could try to boss her around, but she would do as she pleased. The worst he could do was kill her or replace her, and time was running out—would he really kill someone he'd paid so much for, or throw them away to get another? She doubted that Thomas, as privileged as he might've been, would do that. Vivian nibbled on a finger sandwich and accepted compliments politely, albeit with manners much more civil than the manners she'd used with her husband.

by **luna** Wed Mar 12, 2014 7:58 pm

by jaded Wed Mar 12, 2014 10:53 pm

He closed the door and ditched his tie and vest, leaving them hanging haphazardly on the back of a chair. Sawyer then leaned against the doorframe and looked at her for a moment, unsure of how to approach things. "What'd you say Texas was like?" Maybe getting her to talk about something familiar would make things easier. The man wasn't sure what else possibly could, and if it didn't, he was out of luck.

*

After a while of grazing on sandwiches, the Pyre girl dismissed herself from the gathering and wandered through the kitchen alone, smiling at a servant as she went. She took the elevator up, and made it to her room without being followed. The brunette tried to lock the door from the inside, but found that she couldn't, and rolled her eyes. They could keep her in, but she couldn't keep them out. She fiddled with her veil, her fingers nimbly unpinning it from her hair.

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