Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-28358106-20170816033757

(S9/Ant) Antoinette opens her eyes just in time. Acting on instinct, she catches Maria as she falls, helping her stay on her feet.

"Maria, you must be careful!" She says with a smile. "You needn't overexert yourself..."

And then, she feels it.

The tide of warmth, the feeling of heroic blood, coursing thick and golden through her body. Poetry and music and the lyrics of great deeds, the surge of all that is good and true, and it causes her heart to pound as it never has before.

Wordlessly she sets Maria down and tightens the last strap on her gauntlet. "I will see you at the match, good Maria. I have something I must do." She trots to the exit of the tent before turning with a smile.

"Thank you."

Thomas puts a fatherly arm around Lilrava, chuckling and patting her shoulder with his hand, jostling her a bit. [You put it well. Things have indeed moved very fast, and I am not used to it. Perhaps I should ne. Perhaps my complacency has...]

He looks up. Antoinette is in the entrance to the tent, and she is smiling at them.

Thomas stands quickly. He gives a nervous smile. "Well, then! It looks like you're ready for the next match.  Do you want us to walk...you...to..."

His voice trails off as she walks slowly to him, her blue eyes fixed on him. She stops a few feet away and speaks, her voice soft.

"My Lord, you may punish me layer for what I am about to do. You may think me ingenuine, or crass, or unseemly.  Though you would never do such a thing, you might exile me, and banish me from your house for such impudence.  And I would understand."

Thomas' eyes are slightly wide as she takes another step closer, looking down at him, her cheeks flush, her voice wavering slightly.

"But I would rather know you at your most desirable for only a moment, than to never know you at all...to die in an instant of ecstacy is preferable than a lifetime of regret. You have given me so much, and I have never been able to return a single thing." Gently, she takes his face between her gauntleted hands.

"My Lord, do with it what you will, for I am forever your servant. But my life is yours."

She leans down and kisses him, and lingers.

And continues. Thomas doesn't move, but he remaims in wide-eyed shock as she holds there, her lips against his. Then, still kissing him, she slowly sinks to her knees, so that she is below him.

Lilrava can't see everything, but she does see Antoinette's tongue begin to gently explore. Moments later, Thomas' hands slowly wrap around her, holding her, pulling her in.

He lifts one hand free just long enough to hold it low amd waggle it at Lilrava, waving her off as politely as he can.