knightsoflegend | krozna ♔ our wrongs remain unrectified

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krozna ♔ our wrongs remain unrectified

WHO || Failboat, Mikhail Kalachnik, ?? ?? [closed]
WHAT || The Ex-Knights of Failboat arrive at Krozna
WHERE || Krozna, Russia
WHEN || 2 days after LA
HOW || Actionspam or prose

Sidelined from the mission that has been many of their lives for years, the group who had once stood against Keijen Blade has made a dangerous gambit - they've decided to leave the Knighthood, knowing they may never be allowed to return. With them, have gone Sam and Dean Winchester, and Faith Lehane. Their destination? A distant monastery overlooking the village of Krozna, in the Ural Mountains. This hidden location was home to many Shadowkind who did not wish to deal with the prejudice that their appearance might force upon them out in the world, particularly in Russia. Wynn had apparently established a location here for Knights that broke the rules of the Knighthood so extremely to reflect upon their crimes, or for those whose powers made it impossible for them to live out in civilized society.

This monastery of misfits is run by a man named Mikhail Kalachnik, a willing exile who volunteered for the position, a man vouched for as trustworthy by both Jack Chessing and Finnick Odair. It is here that the former Knights will set up a base of operations from which they intend to rescue Rafael Giovanni, research a way to stop Keijen Blade, and take him down once and for all, along with the evil Mind Master.

But first, they must get to know the exiled Knights with whom they will be sharing this hideout...

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[ he does reach up to run a hand through the back of his hair at her bluntness, but his gaze only scrapes the floor for a second before it comes back up to hers. ]

I'm not worried about me. I don't want--

I don't want anyone to ever look at you and see anything less than what I see.

A half-breed with no past? [It's said bitterly, almost introspectively.]

[ wow no. he steps forward, his hand reaching to her chin to gently coax her to look at him. ] The most perfect woman who ever lived.

[That obviously takes her by surprise, her in-drawn breath loud between them as her gaze sweeps up to his at the touch of his hand.] What?

I mean it. You're not just beautiful, you're kind and strong and funny and just... overwhelming. And you deserve to be seen that way, so I won't deal with anyone throwing around tawdry rumors or seeing as you as anything less. That's what I've been afraid of. Seeing you torn down. I wanted the time to let people... see you. That's why I wanted you to stay on Andres.

[She obviously isn't expecting that explanation, staring at him for a prolonged moment as she formulates a response. She doesn't care what other people say or think about her, she hasn't for a long time, but it was different for Mark, different on a level she never expected to have to care about. He had to care what other people thought, and had to be so so careful to keep in their good graces and opinions. Socially and politically he had to navigate the delicate dance that was public image and relations, something that he had been taught how to do since he could walk and talk.

As for her? Was that a burden she was willing to take on, a future she could see for herself, was that something she was willing to deal with?

The earnestness in his eyes, the sincerity was plain to see, and her answer was so easy and quick. Yes, she would do anything, everything that she had to and could do to remain by his side, to be with him and to make him proud. She would do everything in her power to deserve being with him.]

Oh. [Her breath exhales on that one word, the tension easing from her shoulders, a blush stealing up her cheeks.]

[a beat] So, yer not considering making a political match, to keep the status quo? [Just...checking.]

The only reason I've been meeting with those women is because it might start things off on the wrong foot if I totally refuse to even talk to them, with their entire countries. I haven't been seriously considering any of them.

[She isn't trying to pick his words apart ~~jk yes she is~~, but she can't help herself, it's not often she has the chance to talk to him about this, at least not as often as she would like. And she really just wants to hear him say it.

Her blush deepens, and she ducks her head again, her hair falling to cover her face as she bites her bottom lip.]

Ye haven't been considering any of them? [She's fishing now, she knows it, he knows it, she doesn't care.]

There's only one person I'm actually interested in. I'm just sorry that it's had to be... the way it has been.

[She tips her face up to look through the curtain of her hair, the love she feels for him very obvious in her gaze. She's quiet for a few long moments, her heart starting a slow pounding in her chest as she really takes in everything about him that she can no longer imagine living without.

He was handsome and tall with a strong, regal build and since he was crowned King, a newfound confidence, and poise that had been buried before. It was all the least of who he really was. It was his eyes that really gave him away, who showed who he really was. Their blue depths revealed the compassion and empathy he had acquired after years with the Knighthood and the experiences he had had with and in it. His real strength lay in the friendships he'd forged and the trials he had endured in his life so far. He was the kindest, funniest, most amazing person she knew, and she would do anything to stay with him.

She hadn't told him, hadn't planned on telling anyone really, but since that day outside the forest of the Knights Castle, when her hope had blossomed for the first time, she had already begun taking steps to ensure she wouldn't make a fool of herself, or more importantly, of him. He had been taught from birth what it was to personify being a King. There was no way she wouldn't hold up her end of things.

Diction lessons, dancing lessons, etiquette, politics, even taking lessons on speaking Andresian were all things she had been doing in secret with Mark's housekeeper, Marie and any tutors she suggested to Alainn. It was no small amount of pride that she had to swallow during these lessons, trying to make up for years of schooling that usually began when a child first began walking and talking. She had none of that to rely on, only her determination that she could do this, that she would do this. And if things didn't work between the two of them? Well, no one but for those few she had convinced to help her would know any better, and what would it matter if some nobody took etiquette lessons?

But aside from all of that, she had no clue what else she could do to help things along.]

So, what can I do? How can I help things to progress, so that you don't have to do all the leg work? [Her words are deliberate, still with a hint of her accent, but very distinct in their lack of brogue. Time to show what she's learned.]

I feel like I've already asked enough of you, to be this patient with me.

[His words only cause her to smile, half brokenly, half full of hope. She takes a step closer to him, her face tilting back to look up at him, her hair spilling down her back. They're close enough now that she can feel the heat radiating from him and she shivers, having forgotten the cold for a few brief moments. Her hand comes up to rest on his heart, fingers curling into the fabric as she catches his eyes.]

Marcus Andres. Don't you know by now? You have to know by now. [her words are barely a whisper, but still fierce in their intensity.] I would do anything for you. For us. So, what can we do, together?

[ wow, look at mark pass a wisdom check for once in his life. #amaze

it's probably the sudden proximity that makes him even more aware of what is happening right now, of the fact that they are very alone here in the middle of nowhere, of the way that she's looking at him and the way that her fingers are curved into his shirt. but it's when she says those words "I would do anything for you", with that intensity, that he noticeably swallows, looking at a loss for words, before he finally gathers the confidence to say: ]

... Whatever we want. [ his fingers trace up her spine, and his eyes fall to her lips, looking back up once into hers to make sure she really means it - but all he sees there is that unwavering adoration, so he just pulls her to him and presses his lips to hers ]

[#finallyMark

Her other hand comes up to curl into his shirt, pulling herself closer as she kisses him back, a tiny sound of happiness escaping her throat as she presses against him. After a moment she pulls herself away, her breath puffing against his lips as she smiles up at him, passion sparking in her eyes.] Well then, Mark, I want you. As much as I can have.

[She pulls him back down for another kiss, winding her arms around his neck, one hand coming up through the back of his hair to hold him to her as she deepens the kiss, pressing him back towards the bed as best as she can with a surprising show of strength (str. 18!)]

[ all of me - john legend

he doesn't really resist which is good, because she would have made it pretty hard. he sits as the backs of his knees hit the bed, and he draws her down onto his lap, fingers sliding slightly up the back of her shirt ]

[she'll just... straddle his lap as he pulls her down, tugging his shirt from where it's tucked into his pants and go to work on the buttons, but it doesn't take long for her frustration to show. She's just gonna use that strength check to... rip the shirt open the rest of the way, shoving it off his shoulders roughly as she lets out a bit of a frustrated growl. She pulls back from kissing him, eyes heavy-lidded as she runs her hands across his broad chest slowly, taking her time to savor the sight and feel of him. She dips her head, kissing his jaw just above his pulse point, licking the skin softly before giving him a little love bite, smoothing the spot over with another kiss.]

[ oh wow this is happening. his eyes widen a bit as she she-hulk tears his shirt off, but he looks turned on amid his surprise, at least. his head falls back as she buries her lips into his throat and a tiny groan escapes him as his hands move more boldly up the bare skin of her back beneath her clothes, which he would start removing himself if it wouldn't interrupt what she was doing there. ]

[She grins at his response to her love-bite, a sultry chuckle rumbling through her chest. As his hands run up under her shirt she shivers, though not in response to the cold this time. She definitely would like for him to remove her shirt, but after a few moments, she again seems to lose patience, hauling the shirt up and over her head for him, tossing it behind herself. She catches his eyes, biting her bottom lip as sudden butterflies begin a dance deep in her belly, starting a fine quivering that spreads to her limbs. She's suddenly shy, a blush staining the skin of her chest and face a light red, her breathing much more labored than moments before, which sure seems to be doing something interesting for her breasts as they rise and fall with her breaths.]

[ well, he's gonna just stop for a second and... admire the view, before saying in a voice that sounds a lot deeper right now: ] You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. [ cha 20 bitchessss ]

[Yeah she... doesn't have a good enough will save against that sudden charisma rolling off of him.

Her breath stops briefly at his words, his glance, his hands... Her next breath is deep and steady and sure, as her lungs fill with crisp air and she says in a breath:] You make me believe it.

[Her hands come up from his chest to either side of his face, holding his gaze as she continues:] I love you, Marcus. I love you.

[ he looks half-drunk on her words, on the clear difficulty of believing that this is happening to him, but he's definitely not about to argue. instead he kisses her fully, long and lingering, his hand cupping her neck, a thumb on the line of her jaw as he draws away to murmur: ] I love you too.

[Her smile is sudden and so deliriously happy she looks nearly drunk on his words, and as if that was the clincher, the actual last confirmation she needed to hear, with him, like this in the room they are sharing, all of her shyness melts away. That mischievous light comes back to her eyes and her voice takes on a low, sultry tone with a chuckle that rolls up from her belly.]

Well, now that we've gotten the formalities out of the way- [and she'll just...push him onto his back without further ado, eyes holding his as she reaches behind herself to undo her bra, slipping the straps from her shoulders before letting it fall to her hands, dropping it to the floor with their shirts. It's suddenly blazing hot in their tiny room, and she wastes no time ridding herself of the rest of her clothes, standing beside the bed as she shimmies out of her jeans and panties, unashamed of her nakedness as she joins him on the bed again.]

[ welp. this is happening. apparently, she just turns all of his limbs to jello, because his strength is a 5 and his dex is a 7. at least he's riding out on that really high charisma check and a 21 fortitude. IT'S FINE. ALAINN CAN STEER THE SHIP.

history repeats itself as he got a crit fail again (albeit maybe a less embarrassing one this time), with his wisdom check. it becomes very clear very quickly that the King has no idea what he's doing, and it's going to require quite a bit of firm communication on alainn's end to make sure it's fulfilling for her too. he's at least an enthusiastic learner...?

he also definitely did not think about protection, despite his years of worrying about exactly that.
so. ]

[AHAHAHAHA HA HA HA... HA

Well, it's a good thing Alainn likes telling people what to do, and that includes how to make sure everything ends up where it's supposed to go and when and... and very early on she realizes just how inexperienced he is. Rather than get frustrated with is total lack of any kind of knowledge of the female anatomy or... anything else in that area, she will just take her time with him, matching his fortitude nearly perfectly (22). They can last long enough to ensure they both are satisfied.

With an Nat 20 Wisdom score, she is obviously the correct person to lead him through this, knowing just what to do, and apparently is hella hot doing it, with a Nat 20 Charisma check, which probably explains a lot of Mark's reaction. A 17 strength and a 10 Dex are just the icing on the sexy cake, apparently, as she gives him the firm guidance he needs.

And we're just gonna say that wisdom check also covers the protection that Mark very clearly forgets is a very important part of this whole thing.]

Edited 2018-02-06 02:35 (UTC)

[ well, no wonder he felt like he had no idea what he was doing, he was too busy being flabbergasted at how how she was. IT WAS VERY INTIMIDATING but in a good way, he's into it.

afterwards, he just lies there with his arm around her staring up at the ceiling like damn ]

Wow. I just... wow.

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