|
|
Post by Arturia Pendragon [Alter] on Nov 11, 2015 10:27:33 GMT
Unbelievable.
Absolutely unbelievable!
'Live with me.' That was the command. At first, Saber Alter thought she had heard wrong. But the realization came to her on what was actually said. And for that single moment, she felt despair. Yes, even the dark-tainted tyrant can feel despair.
But strangely, it wasn't just despair she felt. It was also nervousness, and relief, and happiness... and a bunch of other emotions that she hadn't felt in a very long time.
It was no surprise to either Alter Servants that the two had grown a sort of attraction to each other over their first mission. How that came to be is still a mind-boggling question for Arturia. But she wasn't ready to go through with it. Jeanne, however, had other thoughts. She was willing to capitalize on the opportunity, and what better for her to do so but to invoke her power over dragons as the draconic witch. The King of Knights could not conceive such an existence to be possible. But then again, this Jeanne d'Arc is the Alter Jeanne d'Arc, and Alter Servants could have the most polarizing of abilities compared to their 'original' counterparts.
However, the thought of herself and Jeanne being seen as anomalies made her greatly upset. They are people themselves! They had a prior life that made them the Heroic Spirits that they are! Or that is what she believes... Perhaps the experiences of her first life was just a fabrication. Perhaps her entire life back then was just an illusion. She refused to believe that to be true. It just can't! The thought of that is so ludicrous, that the chances of that happening has to be zero.
But perhaps it was because of their respective loneliness and their alienated nature is what brought them together...
Dressed in her usual black dress, Arturia stood still in front of the door of Jeanne's room. She did not know what to expect once she enters through the door. Maybe she will be bombarded with more commands. While she could resist them, it would take every fiber she has within her body and every being of her mind to fight against a single order. And in doing so, she will be left severely weakened during her struggle against the forced impulses. It is akin to a command spell. It would not be crazy to consider the two Alter Servants as a Master and Servant pairing as well.
So when she heard that order, Arturia was adamant in fighting against it. But she realized that it would be so tiresome and troublesome, she decided to give in to the order to save herself the energy and her regal appearance and refinement.
In her right hand was a white plastic bag containing an assortment of her favorite foods. It was all she had in her own tiny room that she was given. A variety of soft drinks and donuts, and a large amount of fried chickens, hamburgers and french fries... It is her greatest joy. Actually taking a deep breath, her stoic expression still on her beautiful face, she raised her free left hand, clenched it into a fist, and roughly BANGED against the door so hard, it left an impact against the metal. Not the knock her new roommate would be expecting...
"I'm here." Arturia said in an angry-sounding yet monotone voice. At least she had the comforting thought that if the two of them doesn't work out in their new relationship, she can always go outside and train like she usually does. Rarely did she ever use her old room, so this should be no exception. However, the King was at least willing to give the Saint a chance to see how this will blossom.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alter Jeanne on Nov 21, 2015 2:20:33 GMT
How delightful, how amusing, how pleasant! Just to think of the things she would be doing from now on with Arturia once she arrived to her room made every fiber of her body tingle in excitement. Right after they finished their first mission and after arriving back to the organization, the only words she said (and as an absolute command) to Arturia were “Live with me.” A big smile filled Jeanne's face as she headed back to her room, waiting for her kitty to arrive obediently.
While at the room, Jeanne had no need for her armor and her plain black dress was more than enough to be around with. She was actually rolling on her bed from side to side while thinking of all possible ways of bullying, torturing and teasing her new toy. An evil smile that had no good intentions however turned into a doubtful expression, she just thought for a moment about Gilles and how he was the only person in her mind before, yet, that suddenly changed without her realizing it.
“Just what's happening to me?...”
Jeanne couldn't help but sit on her bed and think things trough for a moment. The only person she liked and maybe cared for was not around anymore and not that she really even cared. This person now, however managed to sneak into her head and was now replacing him with thoughts of her.
“Could it be?”
She thought about it, her feelings about the current situation. She was not only looking at Arturia as her toy but she was also looking at her as something more than that, even maybe as someone more important than Gilles himself. Yes, Jeanne was feeling happiness of the thought of Arturia living with her and yes, her heart would also be beating fast every time she thought of her but even if her feelings meant one thing or another, she was too stubborn to admit it and it would take a lot (or maybe a little help) for her to accept it.
“Ugh...”
Somehow those thoughts were making her crazy but they got interrupted as she heard her door being banged hard. Of course no one but her kitty would be so rough and daring to do such a thing. She had forgotten about her troubling thoughts, her face was filled again with that evil smile that she uses upon Arturia, her body quickly moving to the door and opening just to witness her new puppet standing there with a bag of food in her hand.
“My my, so you did show up eh?”
Without any kind of respect, she moved her right hand towards Arturia's cheek and rubbed it softly. During that moment she was deeply staring into her eyes. She didn't feel like doing anything else and just being like this brought more than happiness to her. Of course, playing too much with her toy outside would bring unpleasant witnesses so it would be better to continue on inside for both of them.
“I don't want to keep you out waiting so... Come inside, Arturia and follow me after you close the door behind you. Also, don't forget to lock it.”
As an order given, Jeanne stopped teasing her cheek and turned her back at Arturia. She was now heading to her room.
“Feel free to leave your stuffs on the table next to you, I'll be waiting so make it quick ~”
And just as her words left her mouth, she had now reached her bed. She sat on it again but this time she had a new motivation. Her toy was in her appartment and the day was just starting. Whatever happened, whether Arturia liked it or not it would certainly be at most enjoyable for Jeanne.
|
|
|
|
Post by Arturia Pendragon [Alter] on Nov 29, 2015 6:55:38 GMT
Once again, this display of disrespect towards the King of Knights made Arturia wonder why she even bothered in the first place.
Then again, she had no choice really.
Instead of showing her disdain by rolling her eyes though, they instead gazed deep into Jeanne's eyes, gold for gold, stare for stare, while the Maid of Orleans rubbed her cheek as if the smaller girl was an inanimate doll meant to be played around with. Most likely, Arturia suspected that this is what Jeanne's mindset is whenever the latter looks at the former. However, she still believed that the French Maiden could be hiding something inside her heart that she would not show in front of the British girl. She wanted to confirm her suspicions... as well as her feelings.
Tired of the caressing rub she received, Arturia suddenly raised her free hand and grabbed Jeanne's wrist, pulling her rubbing hand away from her delicate, pale cheek. "Move." The Alter Servant flatly said, attempting to take a step forward so she can survey the room. However, she was instead met with another order, and her eyes widened at the powerful presence overtaking her body, before those same eyes would narrow in disgust. Clicking her tongue to show her dissatisfaction even further, she turned around and not just merely closed the door, but SLAMMED the door shut, the action empowered by the Draconic Witch's command, and locking it afterwards.
Turning around, the Saber-class Servant would follow the Ruler back to her room, but not before leaving her bag of goodies on the table. Giving it a brief glance, she would snatch a soft drink bottle and take out the attached straw from its plastic wrapping, before puncturing it into the aluminum covering to create a hole in the bottle. She would start drinking the carbonated drink out of the straw as she entered Jeanne d'Arc's room, which turned out to be quite normal.
Leaning against the wall with her gaze staring at the other girl sitting on her bed, Arturia remained silent as she crossed her arms, one hand raised up so that her mouth can reach the straw of her soft drink. She didn't say a word. Rather, she waited for Jeanne to explain her commands and reasons for wanting the dark tainted tyrant to live with the dark Saint. Although her patience was wearing thin as she dropped the plastic wrapping of the bottle's straw onto the floor below, not afraid of littering trash in Jeanne's humble abode.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alter Jeanne on Dec 3, 2015 15:19:06 GMT
Ah, just how adorable the King of Knights could be? The way she accepted the orders and the way she completed them, even her challenging attitude was more than enough to not let the situation pass. Of course, everything in Jeanne's mind was improvised and fueled by Arturia's reaction but there was something else to it... She could easily make a puppet out of anyone, play with them and then break them heartlessly. That would be usual of an Alter which darkened heart couldn't feel remorse for anybody... Or maybe that she wanted to believe? There was something different about Arturia, it was not only her attitude and personality that moved Jeanne but there was also something else, something even more powerful than what she once felt for Gilles.
“...”
She couldn't help but stare into Arturia's eyes, no, she didn't want to stop looking at her. This time, Jeanne's face expression was soft and curious and unlike the past situations where her face would show her evil and humiliating intentions, this time it was a way different look that she was giving.
“...”
No words came out of her mouth, not even after Arturia's attempt to dirty her floor. Jeanne's body started to move on its own while her gaze was stuck on Arturia's eyes. Just close enough for her to be able to place her hands on Arturia's hips, then moving closer and closer to her and just when she realized it there was no turning back from the situation she was in. For a few seconds, Arturia would be able to see through Jeanne's eyes, some fear, some excitement and adrenaline flowing through her, a lot of other feelings that she could easily hide were now exposed just for a short time, yet she didn't care, yet her grasp on the King of Knights tightened.
“........”
Her mouth opened as she tried to speak but nothing came out, she was as shocked as speechless. Unlike the previous mission they had gone through where a series of events happened, this was something completely different, this situation was no accident and it was already out of control... Yet, she didn't feel like stopping it at all. Her arms now sliding behind her back, pushing her as close and tight against her as she could. Even if Arturia mentioned it, complained or yelled at her at the moment, she wouldn't let go of her. At this point, even Arturia would be able to feel Jeanne's heart racing, whatever she was feeling at this moment it was the same strong fuel for her not to let go of Arturia and the cause of conflict inside of her with her feelings.
“..........................”
Yes, the Maid of Orleans realized it at the moment she had the King of Knights in her arms. She liked her as someone important in her life and no matter what, she wouldn't let anyone take her away. Yet, ashamed of her display in front of Arturia, she couldn't help but just lean her forehead against hers, looking away while trying to escape whichever reaction Arturia had to offer, yet not be able to hide the blush on her cheeks and shame of her actions. This time, Jeanne was defeated by Arturia and herself.
|
|
|
|
Post by Arturia Pendragon [Alter] on Jan 1, 2016 2:24:47 GMT
Arturia noticed Jeanne's golden eyes staring intently in her direction and the unusual silence that accompanied the normally talkative woman. The aura about her lacked any sort of malice or playfulness that is usually there. The King's eyes narrowed in suspicion of the other Servant, and her body and mind was now fully alert the moment the Saint stood up and approached her while ignoring the litter she just made.
But the King of Knights did not move.
She willingly let her hips be held onto. It was like the time in the mission before they were interrupted by monsters. Jeanne is leaning in closer and closer, the grip on her body becoming tighter and tighter. She stopped drinking her soft drink and slowly lowered her raised arm to her side, her eyes analyzing and finding signs of emotions that the French Maiden, or Alter Servants in general, shouldn't have. She was confused once again, but she knew what she was feeling, and she also knew what the dark Saint was feeling.
It was love.
Despite the tightening embrace, and despite her own heartbeat beating as fast as the other woman's that she is feeling through their intimate contact, Arturia continued to remain stiff and motionless. She did not embrace Jeanne on her own end, despite having feelings of love for the other Servant. Their forehead clashed, and in response, the tyrant softly closed her eyes and just as softly let out a faint blush on her pale cheeks. She was calm as usual, but her mind must be scrambling for what to say and what to do in this particular situation. And then, her words started to come out of her parting lips.
"I... am not worthy of your love. I do not understand why you would show affections for this person here. Tell me, now, your reasons for pursuing me. Otherwise... I will never be able to comprehend you... and myself."
|
|
|
|
Post by Alter Jeanne on Feb 2, 2016 15:33:22 GMT
Defeat? No... Conquered!? Yes... Yes, the Maiden of Orleans knew it all along and ever since she crossed looks with the other alter... it was like a sealed destiny between them. Shame, embarrassment and fear were some of the feelings Jeanne was experiencing now. She didn't even need words anymore, her actions were more than clear for both of them.
Jeanne's body actions were clearly a confession of love towards Arturia.
But how? How can the Dark Maiden of Orleans feel love for someone such as her? How could she even explain weak feelings when being around her? But the most important question in her head... Does it matter?... No, it didn't matter at all. It was decided already and even if the other Alter didn't accept her feelings then she would take her by force. Arturia would be learning how to love her just as much as she does, like it or not.
"..."
Then again, no words coming out of her mouth. It was frustrating, it was humiliating... Someone as strong as her feeling dominated by someone she fell in love with... A great disgrace. She let go off her grip on Arturia, only to hold both her hands with hers and pushing their bodies tightly against the wall behind them. None of them would be going anywhere and Jeanne had no plans on handling her over to anybody, nor letting her go at all. It was brilliant, maybe a perfect plan to start with and even if her facial expression showed her true feelings, she wouldn't hold back on them anymore.
"...!"
Then the unexpected happened... Arturia's words that were stronger than anything else she felt before. Not even whatever she had to say mattered, it was her pure voice that was enough to melt her down... Yet, the meaning behind them broke down whatever bit of resistance was left in Jeanne.
"I... am not worthy of your love. I do not understand why you would show affections for this person here. Tell me, now, your reasons for pursuing me. Otherwise... I will never be able to comprehend you... and myself." N-not worthy of her love? Why would she even say that?! The one who's not even worth of being in the same presence as her was no one but Jeanne herself... But also, a reason for her feelings? Did she really need them? Until now, Jeanne's body have moved fueled by her heart's content without question. Not even her understood herself yet how was she going to explain? And to finish things off... comprehend herself? Did she just confessed to her as well?
"I..."
Maybe no more words were needed to be said at all at that moment, but Arturia deserved an answer and Jeanne was gonna give it in the only ways her heart dictated.
"I......." a brief moment of silence as short as 3 seconds only after she gathered enough courage to speak her feelings out. "I don't know!"
"I don't know..."
The Dark Maiden's face was troubled now, yet she leaned her forehead on Arturia's looking for comfort.
"I don't know why I feel this way..." Her grip on Arturia's hands, their fingers interlocked tightened a little without hurting her.
"I don't understand myself at all completely... This is all new to me but..." Jeanne hesitated before answering, her heart now pounding faster.
"But I don't question it all!, I started letting my body do whatever my heart dictates, I let my heart take control myself!!!... Even I didn't know I had a heart for such things... Neither I would have guessed that I'd feel this way for somebody else... For you!"
Her eyes closed now and her grip on Arturia's hands lightened. Her face was now showing trouble, confusion, but most importantly... Honesty.
"I am the one who's not worth of your presence here, in my own room. To even have you live with me and even now my actions... What I say and do... In the end I'm just a selfish bitch."
For the first time, Jeanne was speaking with honesty and without games. It also helped her feel relieved and better with herself.
"If you wish to leave right now, then I won't hold you back anymore. I said what I wanted to say and even though I don't really understand this feeling that I have right now... It is more likely that It won't stop at any time..." Her head now lowered and her gaze faced away from Arturia's... Such was the silliness exposure of the Dark Maiden after being conquered by the one she loves.
|
|
|
|
Post by Arturia Pendragon [Alter] on Feb 20, 2016 22:44:56 GMT
At first, Arturia thought that Jeanne was letting her go. But she was naive to think of that so haphazardly, and she would soon find her hands being held onto firmly in front of her chest, her soft drink dropping to the floor in the process out of surprise and spilling some of the contents. Her eyes opened almost instantly in response to her prized drink being spilled and briefly glancing at that fallen drink on the floor before she was pressed against the wall even further, her eyes returning to glare at the Saint. Tightly sandwiched between the hard metal wall and the Maiden's soft busty figure, the King let out a near-silent, hopeless sigh at the situation she was in.
Arturia's golden eyes stared firmly forwards despite her uncertainty of how she should approach this situation. She let Jeanne lean her forehead once more against her own's, to provide what the Saint feels is comfort to her. The dark King of Knight's facial expression seems intimidating at first, but it is also an expression of patience and a willingness to understand. She can feel the French girl's fingers intertwining with her own and tightening in the lock, and the distant King can only try to remain here for this distraught girl, even if she did not have the answers, as she knew at least that Jeanne wanted her presence most of all things. Judging from Jeanne's first words, it seems that she also does not understand why she would love this Tyrant. Emotions are a fickle concept, and for Arturia, it is one of the inner things belonging to her self that she tried to purge when striving for that ideal kingship back in her lifetime. This is why she wanted to get rid of her own emotions: to avoid situations such as this that could have potentially been brought up from herself during her servitude as King, as these kind of situations are detrimental in fulfilling out her duty.
"... I still don't understand you." Arturia added once all was said and done from the dark Saint, almost seemingly putting salt in the wound as the interlocked fingers softened in pressure, and should Jeanne allow it out of her hopelessness, the former's arms would fall to her sides silently. "If it makes you feel better, then I will leave." Even the dark Maiden of Orleans' previous order seems to have faded in strength significantly. It is only because of that that Arturia was able to say such a thing that would have once been seen as dastardly in the front of the fearsome draconic witch. "However, I am sure that you can use this time to understand yourself better. If you do come back with a better understanding of yourself, then I am sure you would have already accepted that you are indeed worthy to me and within my presence. Then, I may come to understand you as well. I feel that would be best, even for me, as I need to understand myself even more if I am were to come into contact with you from now on."
Without even doing any romantic gestures and caresses, or even a simple hug to lighten up the dark Maiden's spirits, Arturia would turn and start to leave Jeanne's bedroom, letting out another sigh, almost seemingly out of disappointment. It was not a 'sigh of disappointment' in seeing her spilled drink once more, of which she obviously noticed and paid attention to during her leave. Rather, it was a sigh in that she kind of expected more out of this person who displayed such a dominant and psychotic persona during their mission. If she managed to leave the bedroom, the dark Tyrant would move to gather her bag of goodies and start to leave the unit, unless Jeanne changes her mind and decides to do something...
|
|
|
|
Post by Alter Jeanne on Feb 22, 2016 15:22:43 GMT
For a brief moment, Jeanne felt something she could only fear through her evil deeds. She felt happy. The mere feeling of having the King of Knights in her grasp was something so great that she lacked the words to describe it, a feeling that she was only able to achieve with Gilles back then when she was alive was not being overwritten by the girl in front of her but even fate have its own ways of playing with your feelings when you less expect it.
“...I still don't understand you” said Arturia right before Jeanne had a chance to express her feelings to her.
“If it makes you feel better, then I will leave” Those words felt far worse than being pierced by any weapon, than dying in the worse ways and than anything else Jeanne could have ever imagined. If this wasn't proof of her feelings then nothing else would be.
The Maid of Orleans wouldn't give up so easily. Yes she was hurt because of those words but she was also at fault for losing her composure against the unknown, against love. She was just about to hold Arturia back in her arms but she was quicker than her, she already moved away and apparently on her way off the room as well.
“No...” Said Jeanne with a low voice, the dark aura around her once again rising. “I was stupid and now a fool to have shown you the weakest part of me!” Exclaimed while looking at the back of Arturia with an angered face. She did not feel hatred towards Arturia but to herself for being such an idiot, even if it was for a short time.
“You...” That was it, Jeanne's determination kicking in and not even the most precious person in the world, Arturia, could stop her now. “...Are” she moved quickly towards her, she wouldn't be going anywhere, she belonged here with her.
“MINE!” Yelled the Maid of Orleans while quickly reaching the King of Knights. Her right arm holding on her belly and her left arm from side to side on her shoulders, holding her very tightly and refusing to letting her go. “I was an idiot for showing you this side and I was an idiot for giving you options.” She then used all of her strength and with a brave yell she managed to pull Arturia back with her, this time falling on Jeanne's bed and for her advantage, falling on top of Arturia.
“Listen Arturia, and listen well!” Jeanne recovered her composure but she had no meanings to humiliate or piss off Arturia, she just wanted her to know her feelings straightforward... whether she liked them or not Jeanne wouldn't care, she was holding her prey tightly until she died.
“I love you, Arturia. It took me quite some time, it took me guts, it took probably EVERYTHING I hate about me to say it an realize it but I do, I DO LOVE YOU” The Maid of Orleans was almost close to be yelling at her dear Arturia. On her bed, she had now more advantages. Her arms now passing behind Arturia's back and reaching her cheeks with her hands just to caress her cheeks while looking at her. Her legs pressing tightly against her hips and her body carefully leaning on hers.
“I want you for myself, King of Knights. Arturia. And I don't want nor I pretend to share you with anyone else...” she then stared at Arturia, she couldn't get enough of her beloved king. “Even if you dare opose my feelings or try and escape, I'll hunt you and then I'll bring you back here and make you stay here with me.” She was very serious with every word she said, this last time she whispered “I have decided this kind of life for myself already and I don't care what do you think about it... Worthy of you or not, this is what I want and this is me, Arturia”
|
|
|
|
Post by Arturia Pendragon [Alter] on Mar 14, 2016 5:04:23 GMT
As the dark aura started to emanate around Jeanne, Arturia couldn't quite notice such an evil presence forming. Perhaps it was because the two are of the same Alter essence, so the King couldn't discern it easily. Or perhaps it was because Arturia's senses have become dulled in her confusion. Whatever the case was, the knight king could not hear the maiden's rising voice until the latter screamed at the top of her lungs and the former was physically grabbed. Finally brought back into reality with a surprise, the Saber Alter Servant turned her head back to helplessly look at the Ruler Alter Servant with a shocked expression, her lips slightly parted as if she was going to speak in protest and her eyes widening, revealing the purity of her golden eyes. But her mouth emitted silent words and her eyes conveyed a wavering thought. Even as her body was physically clutched in a hard grip, Arturia couldn't even help to resist through her own will. Before she could comprehend this new development any further, Arturia gasped as she was thrown towards the bed, her body bouncing off the mattress before it settled down underneath the Saint's body.
Lying underneath with limbs sprawled out, Arturia's expression started to regain its composure as Jeanne spoke out her passionate words of confession. The King of Knights always knew... this was no surprise. And she was actually glad that the Maiden of Orleans spoke out her true feelings, even if it took a lot of effort. Maybe it's a first step for her to understanding herself. And the same could be said for the dark tyrant. Even if she tried to resist, her resistance would not be full-hearted. It would be easily crushed by the display of strength Jeanne is showing through the entirety of her being, her body being firmly pinned beneath. So Arturia can make out this situation as an excuse for her to finally confront Jeanne... with her own true feelings.
"Jeanne d'Arc. You are not mistaken. I know that if I go against you, I will fail... I will always fail. But I know myself well enough to say that I cannot willingly resist you. I just can't... Because I love you too, Jeanne. I just know this. I don't know why. I don't know how. But I hope that as I spend more time with you, I can figure out the answers to these questions. I accept your dedication; therefore, I will dedicate my being to you whole-heartedly." Arturia said in the firmest voice she can muster, although she showed no embarrassment nor nervousness. The words that came out of her mouth is natural and genuine. "Although..." A grin would form on her lips before she would continue to speak out.
"You are quite a greedy woman, aren't you? Normally, I would not put up with such a front if one were to pursue me like that... I will make this an exception." Arturia cooed as her right hand would move up and brush across Jeanne's cheek, letting her pale skin rub against the pale skin of the Saint's.
|
|
|
|
Post by Alter Jeanne on Mar 17, 2016 2:44:17 GMT
A grin of joy and relief filled Jeanne's face, it was not Arturia's confession to her own but how things turned out to be for her in the end. In fact, Jeanne was not really waiting for Arturia to confess as well nor did she feel shocked about it. Either way Jeanne was ready to claim her and make her hers whichever her answer was... And that applying to this exact situation.
"Me greedy?" Expressed the dark Saint while smiling back at Arturia, her hands now resting on her lover's cheeks while caressing her pale skin... All of it as if she would be going anywhere... Even when she would not do such a thing now. The gentle Touch of Arturia on her own skin was probably one thing she really longed for, not only because it was something from the girl she liked and loved but also because of it being something she would crave from that other person who brought her back to life. Whichever the case now, she treasured her lover's words and actions so far but even like this... Jeanne would not deny her true nature.
"Let me clarify something, my dear Arturia" Her smile quickly faded away from her face and her hands stopped caressing her cheeks, she was now more holding her face than anything else. The look on her face was now serious and her yellow eyes staring deep into Arturia's were now more scary than before. "If you are going to love ME, then you will have to ACCEPT me for who I am as well" She was still well aware of both of them being Alters, yet she felt the need to clarify things for her lover now than later.
"Arturia Pendragon, I, Jeanne D'arc declare that from this day on and until I stop existing you are my lover" She smiled back at Arturia, not a joyful smile but an evil and amused one "My girlfriend, my wife and whatever title you want to bring up to your mind that helps you remind you that you belong to me and me only!" Stated the dark Maiden with a very serious tone in her voice. "But this is only the beginning..."
"...Arturia Pendragon..." Said Jeanne while now sitting on Arturia's belly, her legs pressing on against her hips and her hands holding her arms down against her bed. Her body now leaning down closer to her lover and her face closer to hers giving Jeanne a better sight of Arturia. "I Command you to stop caressing me or resisting my touch until I say so~!" The command now issued at her was just a selfish reason for Jeanne to justify her needs to tease her toy and lover rather than any evil thoughts behind it. Even someone like Arturia would be able to realize this from the start and also how purposely Jeanne issued her order in a way that let the King of Knights somehow fight back.
"Even as we now are official lovers, Arturia, I shall remind you that I very much love teasing you and playing around with you~" The dark Saint smiled once more at Arturia, this time only to re-affirm at her that she was more than intending to take the lead on this new-formed relationship. "Yet I won't allow anybody else to do anything like this with you, at all!" And to finish with her speech she added... "Let's continue on having fun, alright? hahaha!" Said the dark Saint after laughing evily while holding down her prey. A sick relationship that could easily become a mess or be the best match that both of them would ever have.
|
|
![Arturia Pendragon [Alter] Avatar](http://storage.proboards.com/6341000/avatar/Q9PjH9Za4hb8zjRbz7Vf.jpg)
