Britwitch's Cottage

[Dramaticflare]

"Indeed, whereas if I cast any magic other than my light spell I would probably destroy something. Even water shield would at least soak your couch." He chuckled slightly, after a pause to think about he had said. "Sorry, but if someone had informed me I was going to spend an entrancing evening in a Witches' cottage a week ago, I wouldn't have believed them for a second. I might have laughed, even. Life has a funny way of treating me sometimes."

 

[Britwitch]

"I'm just happy to know you're enjoying your visit so far...I'm enjoying your company too! And life is funny, it's part of it's design I think. Fate likes to keep us on our toes..."
She nods, draining the last of her tea and setting the empty cup on the nearby table she snuggles back against the couch, curling legs up beneath her. The light fabric of her dress riding up a little to reveal the bare legs and feet beneath. Cushioning her cheek on her arm.
"I never know who will knock on my door, that's partly why I always a light burning outside. So many friends out there yet to be met..and everyone needs a little light to guide them now and then..."

 

[Dramaticflare]

"Fate. Now there's an interesting concept. I must admit I don't believe in it. My destiny never has and never shall rule me from the stars. I own it, with my two bare hands.""
He set down the tea he was drinking himself. He nodded a little, inexplicably. "Of course, somethings prove to be inescapable anyway."
He then paused to consider his position. "To be fair, I don't know if I would have made without your light so I suppose I can't question your beliefs. They have saved me once, at least.*

 

[Britwitch]

"Fate. Now there's an interesting concept. I must admit I don't believe in it. My destiny never has and never shall rule me from the stars. I own it, with my two bare hands.""
He set down the tea he was drinking himself. He nodded a little, inexplicably. "Of course, somethings prove to be inescapable anyway."
He then paused to consider his position. "To be fair, I don't know if I would have made without your light so I suppose I can't question your beliefs. They have saved me once, at least.*

She lent a little closer, almost conspiratorially.
"Ah, but perhaps we're both right. I merely provided the light, you chose to follow it...thus your destiny was in your hands all along. I just offered an option. Although I cannot deny I am glad your path brought you here...whatever, or whoever, it is that is ultimately responsible..."

 

[Dramaticflare]

Dramatic pondered her comment for a space of time. "Perhaps. Though it is probably of no matter in the end. And I suspect I know how to go back when I desire to do so. Certainly won't be easy, or pleasant though." He picked up another cookie and started nibbling on it gently.
After a second, Dramatic slurred something through the cookie and a small arcane light floated over his head.

 

[Britwitch]

Dramatic pondered her comment for a space of time. "Perhaps. Though it is probably of no matter in the end. And I suspect I know how to go back when I desire to do so. Certainly won't be easy, or pleasant though." He picked up another cookie and started nibbling on it gently.
After a second, Dramatic slurred something through the cookie and a small arcane light floated over his head.

Her eyes shone appreciatively as the light glowed in the relative dimness of the cottage. Lit only by the flames in the fireplaces and candles dotted around the room, it seemed brighter than perhaps it really was and she found herself staring a little.
"Beautiful..." She murmured softly before realising how she was looking and lowered her eyes.

 

[Dramaticflare]

He nodded, then took the cookie out of his mouth.
"Creari Lucem," he said clearly, and the light went out. He repeated, and the light came back. "It's probably the simplest one I know." He admitted. But of course, he came from a place where survival of the fittest was determined in seconds, not across milenium.
He started nibbling the cookie again and then made the light float down and merge with it. He nibbled on a glowing cookie.

 

[Britwitch]

"Well simple or not, I think it's amazing!"
She giggled as the cookie lit up. Only just managing to stop herself at the last moment from reaching out to touch it.
"Do you...do you think I could learn to do it?" Her words held a hopeful tone that was almost childlike. "I mean, only if you'd care to teach me..." She added, not wanting to make him feel obliged to do so.

 

[Dramaticflare]

Dramatic shrugged. "Creari Lucem," he said noncommitally, and the light went out.
"My magic works by belief. You have to believe it. And the stronger you believe, the stronger the effect. Creari Lucem!" Hs then said emphatically, and a dozen lights now danced about the couch.

 

[Britwitch]

"Creari Lucem" She repeated quietly to herself, making sure the pronunciation was as close to the way he said it. Smiling giddily as lights appeared all around them.
"Well, I wouldn't be much of a witch if I didn't believe I could at least try such an incantation would I?" Grinning she took a steadying breath and, focusing with every fibre of her being, she uttered the same words he had and was delighted to see a light appear between them. It's light reflected in his eyes as she was sure it was in her own. True it wasn't as bright as his but it was there and with practice she was sure she would manage to achieve results closer to his.
"Oh wow..." She whispered, as if frightened her words would make the light disappear.

 

[Dramaticflare]

Dramatic grinned. "Good. Now... Mortem Lucem."
Britwitch would feel an odd sinking feeling in her stomach, followed by the clammy hands across her brow. Magical war wasn't pleasant for anyone.
Also, the cottage was pitch black now.
Dramatic took a second for her to realize what was going on.
"I apologize, but I wanted you to see a little bit of what I deal with. I'll fix it. Ignis." The stiffled fireplace and candles all came back to life in a small, quiet roar.
"Except you have to realize: I do that against things much stronger than me in every way, and then have to eke out a victory against them."
He sighed.
"Sorry, that wasn't completely fair. You don't need the lesson in fear because you don't live with it."

 

[Britwitch]

What followed was more than a little strange and rather unpleasant.
Her stomach felt like she'd been heavily winded and when coupled with the sweaty sensation on her forehead she felt more than a little ill. It took a moment or two for her to realise how dark the cottage had become. Hands reached out to hold onto the couch, seeking some kind of reassurance in the dark. One hand found the couch, the other landed on his thigh, a fact only realised when the lights returned.

Blushing she withdrew her hand from where it had been gripping his leg.
"I...I understand, it must be awful to have to face...to do...such things. I can't begin to imagine."
Her voice was trembling and it was only then she realised how close she had moved towards him in her panic.
"And I...I'm sorry...about my hand..."

 

[Dramaticflare]

Dramatic took as long as it needed for her to take to realize her hand was actually on the couch still, having completely moved through his thigh and remained there.
"And that would be the last mystery of me. I'm dead, a wandering soul locked in a struggle against not only the demons, but against the encrouching doom I face." He looked a tad sad, and apologetic. His thigh had begun to take on a bit of a blue, hazy, smokelike appearance around her hand.
"I can feel heat, and I can feel pain, i can even be be banished by the strike of a weapon, but I can not be touched by the living."
There was a small silence as that sunk in.
"Perhap's it's time I moved on. I do not think you need to watch what I need to do to go back, as that would be far worse than what inconvience I have already caused."
He stood, picking up another cookie. "Thank you for the hospitality. Your cookies are marvelous."
And he began to rearmor himself.

 

[Britwitch]

"I understand but please, should you find yourself in this part of the woods again...do know you are welcome to stop by. I always have cookies..." She added with an almost nervous laugh. She watched him start to reapply his armour, a pang of sadness that a new acquaintance would soon be leaving.

"Oh wait..." She moved away and rifled through a cupboard beneath the ladder that led up to the only room upstairs and returned with a lantern, within it's glass walls flickered a candle.

"While I know you can summon light should you need it, please take this with you. As a reminder, if you like, that there are friends to be met if you wander from the path you were intending to take. It is an enchanted candle, it will not be extinguished, by any force. Wind, rain, magick, nothing will douse it's flame. So as long as you have it with you, you'll never be alone in the dark..."

Her smile returned, warm and friendly, as her other hand held out a wax paper parcel.

"And here...some cookies for the road as I suspect it is a long one, you may well get hungry on the way."

 

[Dramaticflare]

"Thank you for the gifts," Dramatic said while putting on a pauldron. He took them and put them in a backpack she hadn't noticed, that then slipped away from her sense of sight again. He started on his greaves, and then his bracers, until again a knight stood before he, armed and armored for a world much different from hers, much darker and sadder. He finally put his helmet on and nodded to her, going to the door which he put a gloved hand on, before turning back to her a little bit. "Creari Lucem," and a small light began to dance about her cottage.
Dramatic quickly stepped out the door. The light would dance for her as long as he needed it to. It was a small distraction and a reminder, and more imprtantly a note. For when Dramatic got significantly far away into the cold and bitter night and the fog cut away and view of all directions, Dramatic drew his sword and plunged it straight into himself, twisted, and the pulled. There was no blood, just a hazy blue light that engulfed as he fell. Then he dissolved into the light, and a million blue motes streaked across the sky.
At the same time, the light stopped dancing.

 

[The_PG]

The car ride is never very fun or very far into this particular location. I generally have to walk after a bit, and as always my driver dislikes this proposition. However, I've explained to him that she is a witch and I'm quite sure she doesn't allow anyone within her woods that she does not particularly want within them. While that description might seem to fit to someone like myself; killer, murderer, bloody-mad-man, etc. It does not, and for whatever reason I accept it. Of course, even if I did not, I would still show up unannounced as I always do anyways, and I think she'd like that. In fact I'm sure of it.

Granted, I still disapprove highly of the amount of dirt and mud that somehow reaches my shiny shoes and expensive pants, but it is a small price to pay for some fun.

It's been awhile since I have been down this path, both figuratively and literally. The changes to the area are unremarkable. More foliage, less path, more homely, less inviting for the stray traveler. I follow it easy enough, the signs I like for have not disappeared entirely and besides; i know where to look. Coming upon the cabin just as the sun bursts over the tallest, most eastern tree, I smile happily at the sight of smoke twisting from the chimney.

Taking the last few strides across the yard and hopping the steps to the door I knock softly twice, and the last one rather powerfully. My hat brim is pointed upwards slightly, a few strands of brown hair dangle from underneath the band. One or two damp with a bit of sweat. Clean shaven, and well maintained body rests easily against the doorways side with my black trench coat hanging loosely downwards. A bright blood red tie the only color along with my smile to adorn the otherwise shades of gray that define me.

 

[Britwitch]

Morning is approaching and I have little to do today besides enjoy the scenery and perhaps do a little overdue tidying. The knocks to the door are unexpected and as such, are followed by a squeak of surprise. At the moment they are heard, I am in the middle of washing some dishes and cups, sleeves of my dress rolled up the elbows and hair pinned up loosely out of the way. It doesn't seem to matter how careful I am, I still end up with a very damp dress.
Wiping the back of a hand on an already damp cheek, I move to open the door and as I do I find myself freezing for a moment.

A familiar face from a fairly long time ago meets my gaze and once the initial surprise has worn away, my lips rapidly curve into a wide, slightly bashful, smile.

I wondered when I might see you again...

I step back a little. He doesn't need a formal invitation to come in, he knows he is always welcome.

...I hope time has been kind to you in your absence...?

 

[The_PG]

"In certain ways, yes, it has been very good." I step within only after banging as much of the dried mud away from my shoes and clothes as I can manage. Removing my hat and coat reveals the shoulder holster and held pistol within, a fond memory of using that tool in these whereabouts strikes me for briefly and I smile. Before removing it as well and hanging it with the rest of my clothing. A black shirt is now my attire, long sleeved, but I work the sleeves up to mimic hers while I let my eyes slowly glide over pretty form. "I see it has been good to you as well,"

Stepping closer I brush a piece of loose hair behind her ear, "Very good... But I wonder if it has left you with any bad habits. You do remember what I.. Do, yes?" I speak as my lips move closer to her ear, and hands find the damp, sensual spots of her dress.

 

[Britwitch]

Considerate. It always makes me smile to see polite and, for want of a better expression, well behaved he can be. When he's not being the man I know he can be.

I can feel my cheeks heat a little as I watch his layers of clothing diminish slightly, revealing the weapon beneath and knowing where that weapon has been causes the colour to flood to my cheeks.

Strong forearms are revealed as material is folded back and I catch myself staring a little and so shift my eyes to his face and eyes that can be so warm and friendly just as they can be precisely the opposite.

I'm glad to hear it and you're very kind to say so...

He moves closer and my chin has to rise to allow my eyes to keep contact with his.

...and how could I forget? Such things are not easily forgotten.

My voice has suddenly become very quiet and as I feel the pressure of his hands against my dress I feel my heart rate increase, ever so slightly.

 

[The_PG]

Her upturned chin reveals beautiful flesh upon the neck, exciting parts of me that are not yet physical, but soon will become so. I smile, and laugh a little. The slightest chuckle that fills the otherwise still room. I wonder for a moment, and then decide that yes; she does remember, but what? My hand grips hers in iron, and then contrasting I use the opposite to glide softly upon her smooth throat. Staring into those blue eyes reminds me of emotion and passion, things I do not allow myself easily. It is a pleasant remembrance for me, but perhaps less so those victims I allow to project such feelings upon.

"What do you remember?" I ask, as I take her hand and firmly move it across to my body where the excitement is beginning to rise.

 

[Britwitch]

I remember you usually know what you want and rarely leave without getting it...

My voice is trembling, ever so slightly. To anyone else it would probably go unnoticed but I know he will notice. I know he will know what it means.
A slight hitching of breath as his hand grabs mine and the other grazes my neck, making me swallow without really realising. Cheeks glow with a little more heat as I feel him place my hand over firming flesh.

...I remember that you're strong, stronger than I...stronger than most...

My fingers stroke, almost idly, what lays beneath them.

...and I remember how you make me feel...

 

[The_PG]

The blush upon her cheeks was really the only answer I needed, however, the words prove a much sweeter icing than I could have imagined. She does remember very well what I do and what I am. Neither of us know what I will become. My trailing fingers move with more purpose now, coming down her neck to where her dress meets my fingers and ends it's laughable duty in covering it's owner. Slowly, I begin to peel the neck line over her shoulder. Swooping down, I kiss the bared skin for a second, before raising my head to once again look down into her eyes.

"Then you know what is going to happen here..."

I pause, looking her over and wondering just one thing...

"... Why aren't you screaming?"

Meanwhile, my hand has slid within the breast of her dress and is now squeezing her right nipple between my index, middle finger, and thumb. It is turning blue, rapidly.

 

[Britwitch]

"Then you know what is going to happen here..."

I nod, teeth catching on lower lip and holding back a whimper that is caused just from the look in those eyes combined with the feeling of my dress being so easily peeled from my body.

"... Why aren't you screaming?"

I...I don't know...

I reply honestly before the words tail off into a hiss of discomfort. Sensitive nipple all but crushed between his fingers. I should be screaming, I should be pushing him away and trying to run, trying to put as much space between us as possible. But I'm not.

The bundle of nerves exploding with pain, making my back arch towards him and causing the hand not held in his to fly into the air, almost in some silent gesture of surrender.

Not that I seriously believe such a pathetic reaction will garner me any sympathy. I brought this, and whatever may follow, on myself. I let him in knowing full well what might happen, what most likely would happen, and knowing I would make no attempt to stop him.

A whine can be heard as my nipple starts to burn in pain.

 

[The_PG]

She doesn't know, I do not know, but what I do know is that soon she will be screaming. My fingers stop squeezing, but my hand continues to rip; forcing whatever pieces of her dress that will not come willingly to burst into a puff of cotton and wool on their way to the floor. Smirking, as I am prone to do in bits when presented with a situation like this, I take her raised hand and bring it down slowly to my face. Allowing her a unique moment to feel what I've become over the ears. As her blue eyes trace over what her hand has touched, my slowly blackening orbs take notice again of her throat. They are followed quickly by my hand, squeezing around the soft bit of flesh as I pull the both of us across the floor and into the wall.

"Are you scared of what I may do to you...?"

I lean closer, brushing my lips against hers, but not kissing.

"... Or of how it will make you feel?"

My free hand dives between her legs before then can close, and two fingers dart up into a heated region of well toned flesh. Sliding in before anything can be done, and curling to hook her lower body towards me so the only thing holding her up is her feet upon her toes, and my hand around her throat. Slowly, enjoying myself, I lick the side of her face to her ear. Enjoying the taste of salt, mixed with a bit of fear. I nibble on her ear, and then bite it. Just enough to draw blood and lick at that too.

Slowly I begin to saw my fingers inside of her, saw them against the walls of her most private chamber. Invading it, just as I invaded her home, without any resistance.

 

[Britwitch]

My dress is no match for his desire to see what lays beneath it, inch after inch of pale, lightly freckled flesh coming into view. Curves and softness laid open for inspection. His face feels different, his eyes have certainly changed - not entirely but enough to be noticed. I am so lost in looking that that hand closing around my throat comes as a surprise. My hands land on his, trying uselessly to pull it away as we're propelled across the room, panic finally starting to rise inside me.

"Are you scared of what I may do to you...?"

My eyes are wide, fear building. He has been gone a long time, who is to say that the degree of self control, of pity, he once had towards me is still there...? What if he won't stop if I ask, if I beg?

"... Or of how it will make you feel?"

A slightly gargled groan as he pushes inside me. Tight, unready, sex clinging to the invading fingers. My hands still hold onto his wrist as he pushes me up onto my toes, causing my sex to push down harder onto him. I shiver at the feel of his tongue, knowing he is having his kind of fun. Then a muffled yelp, the fingers around my throat stopping it from becoming much more, as teeth cut the skin of my ear. I struggle a little now as fingers begin to move. Forcing their way inside. My chest rising and falling sharply with shallow, panicked breaths. But then I hear it, the unmistakable sound of my sex reacting, of growing wet around his fingers. My cheeks burn as his control of my body begins. Again.