ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇʜᴏʟᴅ (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[Mr.Aznable]

He raised his fists and bellowed in triumph, moving to retrieve his blade

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Very well played, Sir Tadgh." Edwin praised, "Soon, we will have the final round: the Joust!"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He thumped his fist against his breastplate and again, watched and waited.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Matthew prepared Tadgh's horse, making sure his lance was ready when his turn came.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

His breathing was hard, his eyes practically glowing with a red fury as his turn approached.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He approached with Tadgh's horse and bowed his head gently, "When you're ready, m'lord."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Thank you, Matthew. I’m ready.” He said as he grabbed and steadied his lance.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

When Tadgh reached his side of the rail, Matthew moved behind his horse so he could urge him into a quick gallop. Sir Luke was on the other side, and he turned to Synne and rose his lance to her - signalling that he would win for her.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

His fury became unmatched. He urged his horse into a rapid gallop, breathing heavily as he thrust his lance out, bracing for the impact as he set his lance directly towards Luke’s shield. If it glanced off and hit him in the chest, perfect. Easily done.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Luke's horse wasn't nearly fast enough, and his thrust not as hard; Tadgh's lance hit uis directly in his shoulder and shattered like glass, knocking Luke backwards and off his horse.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He tossed his lance to the side and rose his fist again, shouting in triumph.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

The crowd erupted into cheers and screams of adulation, horns blaring a victorious fanfare.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He raised his visor and saluted again, giving Synne a dangerous look.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Well, now." Edwin smirked, "It would seem with all the others defeated, you alone stand victorious, Sir Tadgh."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“As was my intention, m’lord.” He said, kneeling before the stand.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"And your prize?" He asked.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“A token from the fair Lady Synne, m’lord.” He said. “As you have already given me rights to land and employ, I seek a modest token.” He said, looking up at her.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Edwin turned to Synne and she stood, moving down from the stands and stopping in front of Tadgh.
"What modest token do you desire, sir Knight?" She asked gently.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Whatever the fairest lady believes I’m worthy of. A kiss on the cheek, perhaps. A token of your person, it matters not.” He said, a strange intensity in his eyes.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"There's truly nothing you desire? You're worthy of much, brave sir, I couldn't decide for myself.." She said.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“Then a kiss, fair maiden..” he said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She smiled softly and moved closer, gently grasping his helm and pulling it carefully from his head.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He looked up at her, drenched in sweat and covered in dirt, but still the object of her forbidden desires.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She blushed softly and inched closer, holding his helm against herself as she placed a gentle kiss against his lips.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He relaxed and made a very quiet noise as he kissed back, before forcing himself to pull back.