ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇʜᴏʟᴅ (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[Mr.Aznable]

“Well, regardless.. you are the most desired prize to be sure.. I only hope I can win your token..” he said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She smiled fondly and leaned down a bit, "You needn't win anything to receive my token, my love...~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“And what if I want to..~? To prove that you’re worth my every effort..~?” He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She hummed gently, inching closer, "Am I really worth such things, Sir Tadgh...~?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Oh you are worth far more to me than you may ever know, Lady Synne..~” he said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Her eyelids went half lidded, inching even closer, "Your words honor and flatter me, beloved...~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Their lips were hovering just apart from eachother, and he could feel his heart hammering in his chest. “Do they..~?”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Mhm...~" She hummed, giving a small nod, "Always...~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“I’m so glad to hear that..~” he said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Her hand moved under his chin and pulled him forward gently, just enough to kiss him softly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He made a soft noise as he returned the kiss, running his hand along the back of her neck slowly.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She gave a soft noise of delight before slowly pulling away, "I look forward to seeing you fight...~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“As much as you enjoy watching me train..~?” He teased.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She flushed a bit and moved to sit back up, "I merely wish to see if your knighthood was warranted." She said bashfully.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“And is it..~?” He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She blushed more, glancing away, "It is.."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Good, I’m glad to hear it..” he said. The training continued, and the date of the tournament grew closer and closer.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

When it arrived, Synne sat with her father, Edwin, in the stands as the fighters trotted in on their steeds, their knaves holding their standards.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Tadgh rode by, saluting to the stands, his eyes glinting when they met hers before he dropped his visor

 

[PoisonousIvee]

The knights all say in a row on their horses, giving their full attention to Edwin as he stood.
"Brave and noble knights," he called, "I thank you all in attending this tournament of strength! To prove to those who look to you for protection that you are worthy to protect them!" The peasants in the stands cheered wildly, waving colored flags for their chosen knight.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Tadgh found himself full of a strange energy. He was full of rage, to think that one of these outlanders would win even a small favor from her.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"To the knight who wins in this tournament of strength, they may choose their prize. It could be land, or wealth, or even a token of praise from my fair daughter." Edwin said, and Synne bowed her head humbly, "I will not grant a request of marriage," Edwin stated firmly, "nor will I grant her virtue."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He caught sight of a few of the competitors nudging eachother. He knew that look, the body language. He was furious, but thankfully, he was reigning it in quite well.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"We shall now commence with the first part of the tournament!" Edwin called and the crowd cheered with excitement as the knights dismounted, their knaves pulling their horses to stable them.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He stood still, even as the other knights made shows of their strength. He had his hands resting on the pommel of his sword, the point in the ground.