Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-28358106-20170811024830

(S9/Lil) "What, about Papa?  Sure, I guess," Lucida shrugs. "What about him?"

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Antoinette struggles to put her bra back on, finally getting it to corral her large breasts as she keeps her back turned, stammering apologies.

"M-my L-Lord, I swear to you! I would n-never do such a thing on purpose!  I was...s-s-startled by your...your...m-m-mishap!" Her voice becomes higher and higher in pitch until it's practically a squeak.

"At least I don't have to worry about any more children..." Thomas' voice cracks in its own high pitch as he rolls over to a doubled-over sitting position. He stops holding his jewels and spreads his hands out, concentrating extremely hard on healing himself, the thin blue streams flowing from his fingertips and threading the air before disappearing into his trousers.

"What on earth would possess that girl to spy on us?!" Antoinette huffs, stamping her hooves.

"Who?" Thomas looks up.

"Lilrava!" She barks. "It was her, I'm sure of it!"

"Well, I'm sure that ruining my day wasn't part of her plan. Ooof..."

Thomas stands up shakily, Antoinette helping him. Standing a moment, making sure his legs are stable, he looks over to her. "She also interrupted the accelerated healing session. I'll have to have another try..."

"I-It's quite all right, My Lord," Antoinette says, blushing and smiling, tucking her hair behind her ear. "I'm quite well now. You've seen to that."

"I don't want your old wounds to become strained. You haven't fully healed from your fight in the woods." Thomas begins rolling his sleeves down. "I wouldn't feel right if you got hurt again and it was perfectly preventable."

"With respect, Lord, the decision is mine." Antoinette looks to him, still smiling, her face still red. Her large blue eyes are honest. "But thank you just the same."

"And if I gave you Doctor's orders to stop?" He buttons his cuffs.

She looks to one side. "My Lord, I would thrust myself upon your sword if you so commanded it---"

She gasps and clasps her hands over her mouth, swiveling to face him, her eyes wide. Thomas is looking at her, one brow raised.

Her squeaks are muffled as she practically crams her fists in her mouth. "MY sword! I meant MY sword!  I would thrust my...my...I...Oh, dash it al!"  She buries her face in her hands.