Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
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Have you ever loved someone so much that you started hating them?
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"Ugh." a groan laced with gritting laze echoed in the closed space.
Just a passing thought but the crank of sleeplessness overlooked it. A tower made of nothing but magic imbedded rocks, a tower which was no ones, a tower which was a nation on its own; a tower which would fullfil your greed but leave you to your own lonesome. The magic tower which was run by the wizards and witches gathered from all over, it was run by no one. A tower full of people with immeasurable amount of strength, so much so that even even widely spread nations feared it. They didn't clashing with it, once in the past the tower was challenged by a neighbouring country, a king so confident that he put up unreasonable things as rewards. Shamelessly, he put his country on the line and in return asked each one of the prideful wizards and witches to lick his toes.
Though the people of the tower were unimaginably powerful or at least they are said to be, they still couldn't dare to embrace an opportunity to ruin another country. Unlike the king, the people of the tower were a mix of commoners and nobles, they did not wish bloodbath. That said, the pride of countless magicians were hurt.
Each floor on the tower has a meaning to it, each floor is a rank to a magician's capability. It is not as if the wizards and witches weren't allowed to go above or below of their ranked floor, their rank was only there so they would be provided with work in accordance to their abilities. But even a first floor wizard or witch was unimaginably powerful, their strength couldn't be taken for jokes. After all, the magician's of the tower were known to be true magic users, and a true magic user is someone who is a true trickster. Each wizard or witch had a trick or style of magic of their own.
Underestimating the tower led to the king's downfall when a first floor witch defeated the strongest guard of the king. Just a simple bomb of water steam filled with poison and the guard fell down, numbness taking over all of his senses. The king soon returned to his country after the top floor wizards told that they take pity on the citizens of his country, they said that they hope he has learned his lesson and that they would rather see him as an improved king rather than a test subject in their laboratory.
or so the book she was reading said.
"Absolute bullshit. First floorers are way too lazy to get out of their rooms to mock about such small things,"
She muttered to herself, closing the book and leaving her corner desk and moving to the direction of the balcony attacked to her room. opening the glass only to find steam of white puffs- clouds. "I mean look at me, I'm on the top floor for more than two thousand years and only leave my floor when I am in need of entertainment." Joking to herself as if she haven't seen a single person in years, the floor she was on was so above and high that the only thing she could see was clouds. A small flick of her fingers did clear the sky for her but all she could see was the imagine of a cotton-like bed-floor in front of her balcony. No birds or humans could be seen.
Though sighing was not normal for her, she couldn't help but sigh. Why was it that she, a non-human decide to enter the magic tower?
"So you can find a solution, like duh."
What was the reason for this long sought journey?
"So you could summon me, very obviously."
Why did she even try so hard?
"To make love to me, of course."
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Grabbing the fabric of her cape, she tried to suppress her anger; trying her best to keep on a serious face and not burst.
Inhale and exhale, calm down bit by bit. These were the words she told herself when she walked towards the railing. "Jack, you aren't my type. You were never the reason for anything in my life." A small chuckle resonated in the air, a sharp voice with a spark of mischief, a voice so not sweet, a voice with a low volume as if saying hush in every word. Her words had a prickle to them, sour yet provocative, she looked straight in front of her as if someone stood right there. Right in front of her, iches away from her face. She could not see him but she could his breath against her lips, as if he was hovering right above her.
Another flick of her finger and the futile camouflage was gone. As if a cloud of invisible sheet was wrapped around his frame and suddenly flew away, he apeared right in front of her. His rather tall physic towered her, but he leaned down to be near her face, hovering over her. Did she flinch? no. Why should she? after all, he was nothing in front of her. A smirk appeared on her face, a rather mocking one but oddly, it matched his facial expression. A seemingly permanent lopside smirk on his lips, a mole under the left corner of his lips just decorated the stunning appearance of his. His piercin golden eyes just glinted under the shadow that was created from his back covering the sunlight, the golden glow only complimented his unruly raven hair, so pitch but so curly as if trying to hypnotise the person under the curly mullet. He wasn't the most macular man but that did not fail his shoulders from looking broad, it was a sight where the third person watching them would assume that the grim reaper himself has appeared to take her soul.
He was clothed in black shirt which was half way buttoned up but drapped with another shade of pitch blazer which he didn't even bother buttoning up. Golden embroidery glistened over the blazer. But what made him look like a reaper was not the various shades of pitch charcoal covering his pale skin but the tattered cape with hood over his shoulder, it blew from left to right whenever a strong gust blew by. She lifted her hands up near his face, cupping them in her thin and warm hands she spoke again, "You're just a worthless slave. A slave who does anything I wish for." He closed his eyes, his lopside smirk turning into a lopside smile. He nodded his head in agreement, almost proud to hear her call him her slave.
He grabbed her one hand in his big ones, rubbing his cheeks against it affectionately. Drawing his hand up to touch her light-chestnut shade of hair, as playing was the aim for it, untangling it with each stroke in her hair he moved closer to her, her forest eyes as sharp as ever. She knew what he wanted and she wasn't willing to give it to him for free. His hand neared his movements to her nape, nape to her jaw, caressing his thumb on her butter-soft skin he just drew his face closer to hers, still holding her hand.
"Beg for it."
Her ice chilled but small voice demanded. She was very short in comparison to him, he was so tall that she had to look up to meet his gaze, if he just wished he would have her right then and there but he seemed to be obeying every single command from her.
"Please, let me." The request left his lips. But the smile didn't, instead he felt just as please obeying her. If anything that could describe his expression then it would be "entertained." Her pearl white dress, an opposite colour of what witches usually prefer, the dress hugged her upper body and let loose below her waste. There was not a single sign of embroidery on her dress, instead it had wrinkles over it. The sleeve of her dress covered her arm ending in a flurry. Standing near the edge of the balcony, they looked into each other's eyes as if the danger around them didn't exist.
Top floorers weren't allowed to open the windows. The air is thin at such height, if that wasn't enough, the sky above the clouds are for dangerous creatures. Flying or praying, it was the same. They see you, they attack. Not all top floorers were fighting type, regardless of their rank. Everyone had a specialty but for her? Violence was not it.
As jack waited for her response, he could hear roaring in distance. Did he care? no. Why should he? Such things were made to scare the humans, not someone like him. He was superior to all humans, in every possible way.
"Get rid of it and I might just say yes." She said, catching his attention. In one blink, he disappeared. There was a loud shriek of an animal, splattering of water like rain could be heard but it was over in just 10 seconds. In just 10 seconds, Jack flew and slaughtered the raging animal and came back. Tip-toeing on the weak railing of her balcony, he whistled and turned his head towards her to smile mischievously. "May I now, my lady Danielle?"
Not discarding her usual mocking-expression, she scoffed. And shifted her weight from one leg to the other. If arrogance could be seen then it would definitely look like Danielle. "Why should I let you? I never promised. Nor was it any entertain-" her small arrogant voice was cut short with a "mph!" when a pair of apple lips sealed her thin ones. Her hands which was once crossing over her chest was now in the grasp of the golden-eyed hunter and she was his prey.
She would love to refuse him, push him away or even hit him but what was the point? She knew more than anyone that she didn't hate it, she never did. His eyes were closed, focused on the moment at hand, his puffy unruly hair tickled the bridge of her nose whenever he moved his head to deepen the kiss. A savoury moment she enjoyed more than she led on, how much she wished for the time to be stopped and not move forward, for them to get lost in the moment. He was like a walking tease, always willing to break into the wall she called arrogance. Perhaps it was because she was the only woman who ever tricked that he always stayed by her. Perhaps it was because of the contract they have signed up for that he always served her so obediently- if so, she was grateful to the contract that had binded him to her. After all, there was not a single person alive that knew of her truth and still treated her so gently.
How her moment of peace of destroyed when the magic bird made of air squealed to get their attention. Almost startling her, only slightly. The message that the little bird brought on better be good because Danielle didn't appreciate getting interrupted.
"The king will arrived in an hour, keep the portal ready."
well shit.