Lady.Taser Posted September 20, 2014 Share Posted September 20, 2014 Urging his horse onwards Carmine made quick time to his lover's mansion. It was smaller than his own, after all Harley was not as powerful as him, simply from a rich family. This meant he wasn't below Carmine's view but he wasn't really any good to helping with the plan. He was good at sex though, and that was what Carmine planned to do with him tonight. Jumping out of the saddle when he arrived he passed his horse to the stable boy who smiled kindly as he took the reins. Nodding to the boy Carmine took the stairs up to the building two at a time opening the door carefully. Something was off, Harley knew he would be arriving and normally had lights on leading to which room of the mansion he had chosen to use that night. It was dark, not quite silent though and Carmine followed the voice. Harley's from the sound of it and he seemed to be telling a story. Pausing when the voices stopped Carmine's eyes scanned the corridor, a pale light filtered around one of the doors that was partially open and Carmine snuck up to it. “As amusing as that story was, that isn’t what I asked Harley. You have good connections; I just asked if you can get me contacts.” Carmine couldn't see the owner of the voice but he heard the words clearly. “Contacts are harder to get than just requesting them,” His lover responded slightly breathlessly. Well it seemed as though someone had got the party started a little early, but who was the guest. “I asked for information, I will get information, I know you’re known to keep your tongue tight Harley, but unlike the rest of the court I am well prepared to get it how I want. Be it pleasure or pain, prefer pleasure as you do.” The unknown voice had darkened with the words and Carmine could hear the threat. Drawing his sword Carmine kicked the door open and took in the room. Harley on the bed with another man, both as naked as the other. Extending the sword outwards Carmine glared at the intruder, well Harley had let him into the building, but he was threatening Carmine's plans for the night and this was not a good thing. "Who are you?" Moving closer towards the bed and the stranger he tapped the dagger with his sword. "Put this away... Now!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phanto77 Posted September 20, 2014 Share Posted September 20, 2014 Iain appraised the man before him. He was calm and collected, which left him wondering whether there was a frantic storm of uncertainty beneath. There must have been. Iain's presence is the wildcard in this man's overview of the future. Iain stuck out like a sore thumb of a fingerless hand. Both figuratively and literally, in fact. No, this man… this man, wanted time. Time the black shroud of night would give him. He narrowed his eyes at Frost. How easy it would be to catch him unawares and wring his pale, blue veined neck. When Iain was a second child still, he had such tendencies, for no apparent reason, and he'd thought they were no more, when he became Prince Eldest. And yet… The Duncan's hands clenched making the chair's arm creak under the pressure and unclenched, and he returned, albeit with difficulty to his joyful disposition. "Morning", he said, his voice breathy. "Yes, that's a good idea. I am quite tired, myself." His hand clenched again, and this time his jaw joined them. He smiled to cover that, although he didn't think it all that convincing, nostrils flared and all. He missed his beard. That nest of hair made hiding easier. Fuck court, fuck Richard, fuck the whole fucking Realm, I loved that beard, he thought. He stood, towering over the other man. "If you insist on tedious formalities, then so be it. You may address me as Duncan(prince), or Your Grace. Although the second is mostly for concubines and boys, hardly befitting your stature." His tone was sarcastic, but its purpose, he didn't make known. Suddenly, and sharply, the Duncan exclaims, "Shall we?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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