Gonna Marry the Night is a modern fantasy RP. Based in a fantasy world, where two tribes the Sun Clan and Moon Clan live divided and in constant war against each other. Where is your allegiance? Or perhaps you might be one of the exiled or survivors of various shipwrecks. Come to these lands to see what it offers.
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She saw the first signs of worry flicker in his dark, unreadable eyes, but was able to stop her knife-thrust with a hand to her wrist. He was strong, she noticed. Her arm was quivering with the effort to overcome his, but even though it was her dominant arm, an arm that had killed many animals and many people and wielded many weapons, it could not work for her now. Ashe gave it a dark look. How dare it betray her?
But for now, at least, she felt more annoyance than true anger. Wesley was a pest, a mosquito carrying a dangerous virus, and he should be eliminated. The thought brought her back to the situation at hand. Dreke had taught her once that an enemy's eyes could save her life. As she looked into Wesley’s now, her heart leapt as she saw he had regained his calm. Nobody had ever put up this much of a fight before. Ashe was getting tired, but she kept pushing.
As a last-ditch effort, she dropped herself onto his body, hoping it would surprise him and tried to roll to the side, making another attempted stab to his chest. Even though his manhood was limp, she felt her heart skip a beat when her clitoris nearly touched it. Stop it, she told herself fiercely. It’s time for this to stop.
Last Edit: May 31, 2018 20:58:34 GMT -5 by Deleted
Wesley could feel what felt like small droplets of sweat forming on his body. He had been fortunate for Ashe to allow him to get prepared for her assault. He saw Ashe's eyes look at her knife wielding hand with a dark look. His eyebrows furrowed a little bit wondering what was going on there.
He figured that Ashe was not expecting him to put up this much of a fight. He thanked the adrenaline coursing through his body, it helped get his body ready. Her arm felt a bit weaker than it was earlier... was it getting tired? You fool do not let your guard down she could be faking it. His other side told him what he already knew. He felt slight annoyance towards his other side's comment.
He had not let down his guard, but when she dropped down onto his chest took him by surprise. His mind ran what she could do after that to try to kill him. His eyes followed her as he rolled off of him, he felt a reaction from his cock from how close her clitoris came to it.
After she rolled off of him he knew the knife would be coming for him again. He needed to beat her to the punch and take control of this little battle. He reached for Ashe's knife wielding hand, he was too slow. The result he partially stopped the knife. The problem was the knife tip barely penetrate his chest. Haha moron you were too slow. His other side teased him. He had to take control of this now. He reached with his other hand to try grab whatever sensitive area he could while his concentration was focused on keeping the knife from going any further.
Again he was able to save himself, the tip of her blade barely nicking his chest, drawing a single small drop of blood. His hand wrapped her arm, viselike, and suddenly his hand was reaching out towards her, trying to gain control....
But instead of counterattacking, her muscles failed her. Ashe’s fingers dropped the knife, and like before it clattered down to the stone. “I...I can’t do this,” she heard herself sigh.
What are you doing? Dreke’s voice hissed at her.
But it was true; she felt weak, and she knew it was because of him. Wesley. His name echoed in her head. “I...can’t...kill you.” She turned her eyes to him, suddenly aware that they were filled with tears. What’s wrong with me? she asked herself.
Wesley felt confused in every sense of the word. Ashe had dropped the knife, and he heard her words. Was she in her own little conflict, unable to escape and constantly fighting against another side of her? On the bright side of things he again was not going to die again for the moment possibly, but there was other things that concerned him.
He saw her tears, he felt himself react towards her tears. In a rush he got close enough to her and embraced her, feeling the warmth of her body once again. "I-it is okay..." He said embracing her trying to console her. H-hey what the hell are you trying to do!? She is just drawing you in man. Don't believe those false tears. His other side barked at him. He knew the risks, and his paranoia would always be by his side. But he would always stay on the cautious side even though he was in love with her.
"I can't kill you either, I love you Ashe. If I have to do it again I will drag you out of that dark place, out of that hell no matter how many times I need to. Don't worry everything will be okay." He spoke to her stroking her hair as he squeezed her tighter. He had a question for her, but that would have to wait until later.
At first he looked confused; his eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed. Then suddenly he was wrapped around her, his warmth radiating into her body. She felt her body tense up, but his heat mellowed her muscles, and then she was his. Wesley stuttered out a consolation, and she felt warm tears leak down her cheeks. Her body, suddenly wracked with sobs, shook in his embrace.
He spoke to her some more; something about bringing her out of a hell, out of a dark place. But it wasn’t a dark place; it was just who she was.
Or is it? she asked herself. Is it?
His fingers ran through her hair, comforting her as she sobbed. Ashe pressed her body up against his, like she had before, but this time it was real, out of want for him, not out of desire for his cock. She heard him say that he loved her. She didn’t know what to say to that.
After her sobs had subsided a bit, she forced herself to choke back her tears and say something, anything. “I–I’ve never loved anyone before. I don’t know if I’m even capable of loving.” Ashe met his gaze, matching her eyes with his. “What’s wrong with me, Wesley? What’s wrong with me?”
Wesley felt Ashe press her body up against his as she cried. He was going to keep this embrace with her until she had calmed down, he had no idea if her crying for a long period of time would help. But to him it was worth a shot if it meant her calming down.
"I did not think I was capable of love either." He said to her as he started to pat her back. She looked into his eyes as he looked into hers. "I do not know... maybe you were a victim of circumstance or something. Maybe there was something you lacked when you were younger. All I know is this is new for the both of us." He said before he kissed her, hoping that it would help her take her mind off of this.
Everything thing else could wait for him. He had to help Ashe through this now; that was all he could do for her. He hated not knowing what he could do for her past giving her a hug, was there anything else he could do?
His warmth seeped into her bones, calming her. Ashe could hear his gentle heartbeat through his chest as she laid her head on his torso. His hand patted her back gently in an attempt to comfort her.
But nothing comforted her more than when he placed his lips on hers. She gladly kissed him back, grateful for a release from this torture, this doubt. She had never felt this way before—about a man or herself. “Thank you,” she said, both for the kiss and for his words.
He held her for a while; could’ve been minutes, hours—days, even. She lost track of the time, completely consumed in his presence, his warmth, his breathing. Everything about him was perfect. Something motivated her to cup his chin and kiss him again, running her fingers through his blond hair. “I think I love you,” she told him. And maybe, for the first time, she wasn’t lying to herself.
Wesley felt Ashe kiss him back. It seemed this was calming her down much quicker Wesley thought to himself; he better take a note of this. Incase something else happens down the line, they both needed to be clear headed for what fate has in store for them.
He held her for a unknown amount of time, he had not been paying attention to his surroundings. When he looked at Ashe he saw her form of beauty, beauty that had enraptured him since the day before. He felt her touch bring him into another kiss all the while she ran her fingers through his hair.
Wesley could only smile in response when she told him she thinks she loves him. He kissed her again moments later. He was going to spoil her and make sure she only loved him. He would her love him as much as he loved her. "So what should we do now?" He could only ask, wanting to be on the same page as her.
Wesley kissed her lightly again. Each touch relaxed her threefold, and knowing that he was there next to her, his strong arms wrapped around her, comforted her more than anything ever had. Time slowed. Ashe had never felt more herself, and yet, somewhere inside her, she sensed a deep disturbance. Not physical, no; it was mental. Dreke’s voice echoed inside her head, clear as if he was the one beside her. Run from anything you cannot kill. Run, Ashe; run as fast as you can. He had been friend and mentor. How could she bring herself to leave him now, when he was the one she had devoted herself to?
The moment Wesley’s lips parted from hers, she remembered their last kiss. Not with Wesley—with Dreke. He had loved her, but he had only been allowed the last moment of his life to tell her. And after that—after that.... Remember me.
Suddenly there were tears in her eyes again, and she cursed herself for being so damned soft and hormonal. But soon the self-hatred had melted away, and she felt a gaping hole in her heart that had not been there before. Ashe realized she had Wesley to thank for this, for bringing back her emotions, breaking down the wall she had so meticulously built.
Wesley asked her something, but his words fell on deaf ears. Had he asked her what she wanted to do? She couldn’t respond, not now. “I—I...” She became aware that she was sitting up. The cool air felt fiercer on her exposed skin, but her anguish was warmth. Tears were spilling out of her eyes. “Dreke...” she whispered. His image burned itself in her eyes. How could she be so dismissive of him?
Sobs, worse than before, shook her body, so intense they hurt. “Oh, what have I done?” she forced out through naked wracking cries. “What have I done?” The world was crashing down around her, and she felt an emptiness that bore away at the warmth Wesley had created. “What happened?”
Wesley started to panic when he saw tears fill up Ashe's eyes again. Did he do something wrong somehow, was he the cause of this? He was not sure what is causing this, but Ashe was crying again he had to make her feel better somehow. But what could he do now to comfort her? All he knew he could do was to keep hugging and patting her on the back while try to give her answers.
"T-there, there. Just let it all out..." He spoke to her while patting her on the back. He was still in a panic, his mind trying to sift through what he could do. After his mind was done processing all that came through gave him one answer. It was that he was too inexperienced with females. Sigh just keep hugging her you dumbass and don't stop patting her back. Keep on until she stop crying and calms down again. Sheesh who would have thought I would actually help you.
His other side was being an ass, but it had a clear point. "S-sorry I do not know what else I can do to console you." Wesley said with a voice and look on his face that could be identified as slightly down.
Wesley’s gentle patting stirred her back to reality. Dreke was dead, and he should be no concern of hers anymore. Forget him, forget him, she urged herself. Sniffing, she wiped her tears away. Wesley’s words were empty and awkward, but they counted as an attempt all the same.
“T-Thank you,” Ashe sighed. Her words sounded pathetic and helpless. Suddenly she realized how foolish and weak she appeared, and with that thought, she swallowed the last of her sobs and wiped her eyes. Taking a deep breath, Ashe collected herself and dismissed every thought of her old mentor.
“We should...we should eat something,” she continued distractedly, acting more on impulse than on logic, when all logic would be telling her to kill him. Clumsily, she moved over him to the trapdoor where she had kept some fresh fruits and bread she had stolen from the Clanners and other wanderers. “Here,” Ashe said, tossing him a pear. She tore off a piece of stale bread from her loaf but found that she had no appetite. Alarm bells were still going off somewhere in the back of her mind. Why haven’t you killed him yet, fool? said a very small voice somewhere far away.
Wesley started to calm down when Ashe wiped her eyes and stopped her sobbing. "N-no problem, I am happy I found another way I can actually help." He spoke to her feeling a little bit of relief wash over him; he thought he broke her and that helped drive him into his panic.
At the mention of food he heard his stomach grumble. A couple moments later Ashe tossed him a pear, it looked nice and delicious something to take the edge off his newfound hunger. "Thanks Ashe." He said before taking a bite out of the pear. He could feel his other side slinking around in the back of his mind somewhere he called out thanks for it helping him through his panic.
"Ashe I hate to bring it up, but do you think the body I left on the beach is still there? Considering how I did not know of how scarce food is here earlier we might want to grab if we can just incase." He asked her; he truly hated to ask her that considering how she was trying to kill him earlier. But another part of him thought that if there was a little more food around it would help since he is eating her provisions.
Wesley bit a generous portion off the pear, looking quite relieved that she had stopped her bawling. He probably thinks of you as one would an infant, Ashe reflected. That’s how you’re acting, anyhow.
His next remark provoked a bark of laughter. For a moment, she forgot what had happened. “So, you’re ready to resort to cannibalism?” Ashe asked him incredulously. “I can hardly believe it.” She slipped off the bed and began to don a tunic and a pair of leather pants. “Sure, we can go check on it, if you like, but human meat isn’t anything to be desired. It’s probably been picked up by other scavengers or eaten by birds, at this point. And if it is still there, it’ll taste awfully salty. Your call.”
Ashe noted that suddenly she felt like herself again and could not help but feel grateful towards Wesley. Somewhere within her she knew that she would never be the same around him. Had he changed her forever? She had not felt such intense emotion since...well, forever.
Wesley heard laughter coming from Ashe, well he expected as much from his answer. "Not really no, but I am eating you food stores might as well try to help replenish them." He answered her with a chuckle. "Hm you do have a point, but couldn't that lure bring in bigger prey per se?" He asked her as he put on his clothes again.
"Might as well check just in case. We might get lucky." He answered, he looked at Ashe and he noticed that she seemed to be more upbeat. Yes you moron, you did something good do you want a nice slab of meat? How about a few good cheers? Or maybe you want to do h- He cut off his other side not wanting to listen to it some more. He knew very well what it was leading up to and he was not going to allow it to tempt him. They had more pressing matters in his head.
“It’s a good idea,” she admitted. After Wesley had slipped on his clothes, she replaced her knife into its sheath. On a whim, she grabbed her bow and a quiver of arrows from where they had been resting beside the wall of the lean-to. “Let’s go, then.”
They set off into the jungle, beating the trail they had already trodden on their way to Ashe’s humble abode. She noticed she was a little sore from their morning intimacy, and her thoughts wandered vaguely back to the deeds they had done. Ashe could not hold back a smile, and she glanced fondly back at Wesley, just for a moment. He was rather attractive, with that yellow mop of hair and deep brown eyes. She wished she could turn around and kiss him, but if she did, they’d never get anything done.
As they walked, Ashe began to wonder if she was truly romatincally attracted to him. Yes, in the heat of the moment, she had told him she loved him, but was it true? Was she really capable of feeling? And if so, what defining factor did Wesley possess to bring out those feelings in her? Ever since her youth, Ashe had calmly acknowledged the truth that she was different. Others would cry, laugh, have romantic upheavals, or be instilled with anger, but she alone differed. Oh, sure, young Ashe had sought her pleasure in bringing pain to the other members of her community, which in turn caused her happiness. To label herself as having “no emotions” was not literally correct. She felt happiness, disappointment, anger, but all on a dramatically milder scale than the others around her. And yet now, something had changed with Wesley. What in the world could it all mean? The fervor she had felt during their intercourse Ashe had put down to animal instincts, but the feeling after? Looking into his eyes and telling him, truly, that she loved him? Had it even been her? And then her complete breakdown when she had remembered Dreke, sobbing wildly in Wesley’s bemused arms?
“What the hell is happening to me...?” she whispered to herself.
But there was only one course of action she could take, and that was to keep going. “So you...you were a virgin up until then?” she found herself asking her companion, quite randomly.
max: Boy, the site really went downhill... Surprised you two are still here, but fear not, I have returned!
Jun 6, 2018 22:47:16 GMT -5
snowman: Welcome back.
Jun 6, 2018 23:29:23 GMT -5
max: So anyone got hold of the admin? See if they're willing to transfer control to one of us, unless you two love birds wanna be the only ones on this site
Jun 7, 2018 15:10:00 GMT -5
snowman: Tried a while back when I posted to one of her threads, but hadn't heard anything
Jun 7, 2018 17:29:04 GMT -5
max: Did you try messaging her on Discord?
Jun 7, 2018 17:48:34 GMT -5
snowman: I tagged her I believe correctly and nothing.
Jun 7, 2018 23:53:53 GMT -5
max: Hm, I'll see if I can get a hold of her
Jun 8, 2018 0:05:26 GMT -5
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