my soul is a rose garden

나라, nara, courtesan of england; XIX she lived in the wild and kissed like she did

[coquetnara]

MEDEA: women are ruthless when the bed becomes the battleground. We’ve lain in our own blood before… and have survived.

Euripides, Medea

[zxhxra]

Zahara frowned shaking her head, “No…I don’t spend that much time with him, only the mornings and evenings on most days.”

[coquetnara]

“That is longer than most of us do. He’s so elusive,” the courtesan piped happily. “I hear some of the maids say he only picked you because you’ve served nobility before.” As if it was so hard to do.

[wintcrfvlls]

❝ Why do I have to forgive you… have you wronged me? ❞

[coquetnara]

“Perhaps not. It was, after all, your fault for walking into me. Now, would you kindly help me stand?”

[guardedgalaxy]

“If you wouldn’t mind moving? you’re in my way” 

Eun Bin told the other, her english was well spoken, but it had an odd lit in it, not quite french but rather something indescribable. 

[coquetnara]

Nara turned her head only to be stunned by the woman standing behind her. The usually composed courtesan let out a soft gasp, the sound lost with the wind and the chatter in the gardens. “Who are you?”

[salvasmolder]

“You there!” his right hand resting lightly upon his sword as his heavy footsteps echoed through the empty hallway, “where is the nearest tavern? My possessions are still being unloaded, and with it my wine. Alas I am left parched and eager for a drink.” Lorenzo spoke confidently and somewhat excitedly. He had travelled long and far to the English court, and felt at ease finally on dry land again.

[coquetnara]

“Aye, sire. Just north of here and...err, north some more...I think. I don’t—” The blabbering servant didn’t know what he was talking about. Nara was standing a few steps away and could hear every thing that had been exchanged. Before the boy could say anything worse, the courtesan cut in with her skirts billowing about her feet. Her tone light but her gaze carried a sultriness which she cast upon the newly arrived King of Navarre, no doubt his pockets would still be plump and ripe for the plucking. 

“If you will allow it, I would be honoured to assist, Your Majesty. If amusement and a drink is what you seek then I know the way.”

[zxhxra]

Zar’s eyes widened at her words, a blush on her cheeks. “Uhm…no…I’m sure there’s more to their day.”

[coquetnara]

Nara looked at Zahara with a minx’s smile playing on her lips. “And you would know, wouldn’t you?” The courtesan began walking with the kitchen girl. “Tell me…what else does the prince do? Rumours say he courts women all day or stays hold up in the library.”

[eleanorofscotland-blog]

Eleanor stood still, seemingly mesmerised by the ends of her own hair as she placed some strands to frame her face. It was an easy way to avoid actually saying anything and possibly embarrassing herself in the presence of someone much more knowledgeable than herself. “Oh? I… Do you often find yourself having these conversations?” she asked, blushing. 

[coquetnara]

“I do...” Nara continued, approaching the Princess slowly. The foreign lilt to her voice was long ago erased. The courtesan might have looked exotic but she was far from it. “Does that unease you, Your Highness? That desire and lust are more than just words that have passed my lips. That they are the language that I speak.”

[huntertracybell-deactivated2016]

I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.

Warsan Shire (via huntertracybell)

[fyeahkikomizuhara]

[coquetnara]

A moment of weakness (Zahara)

7. Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

Nara rounded a corner only to come upon a set of three individuals–two men and a woman, whom she knew. They were all unaware of her presence when the courtesan overheard them speaking low and raspy. “Just a taste, that’s all we want.”  Even in the twilight, Nara could make out Zahara’s disgusted–and frightened–expression. 

She hesitate, thought of turning back as if she was never there. But a yelp coming from the other woman set Nara ambling towards the darkened corner with a sultry look on her face and a sensual voice. “If you boys want a taste of a real woman, you’re looking in the wrong place.”

@zxhxra

[not-ofreality]

She raised an eyebrow at the girls words, wondering how she could possibly know that. “And what do you suggest I do, then?”

[coquetnara]

This was a question Nara was familiar with. Quite often her clients didn’t know what they wanted. They look at her and see an exotic escape and Nara obliged, willingly or not, she made a living on her back. “Have you ever been with a woman, Princess?” the courtesan asked with a bite of her lip.  

[memeroundups]

Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a starter. { tw violence }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is out of it, needing release.

My muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing release.

Your muse is being beat up by mine, something your muse did must of been the last straw.

My muse is being beat up by yours, something they did must of been the last straw.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is being punished by mine.

My muse is being punished by yours.

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Your muse catches mine naked.

My muse catches yours naked.

Mun chooses.

[gudthot-deactivated20191207]

Norwegian wood (2010)

[baroness-thea]

She looked to the kerchief and smiled gratefully, taking it. She had no reason to cry - she’d known no one that was hurt, nor did was she hurt, but the panic had been rising in her chest during the lock down had come to fruition after they’d been released. “Thank you.”

[coquetnara]

Nara did not know if she should extend any more than her kerchief. Would a light pat help? Might a swift embrace be overstepping? She did not know and did not bother. The lock down was bad enough. “Of course, milady. If that is all...?”

[eleanorofscotland-blog]

“I don’t believe I should be discussing any of my desires publicly.” The statement, despite being fairly innocent, was downright bold for the coy princess who wouldn’t normally admit to desiring anything. No, she was to be a virginal and pure creature, untouched by the cravings and aspirations of the common people. 

[coquetnara]

Nara was used to being around men, women, even some who didn’t quite fit in the either gender. So she began, slowly, gently pulling back the petals of a flower yet unbloomed. “Everything between us is private, Your Highness,” the courtesan crooned, her smile—though sweet—was coy. 

[not-ofreality]

“What exactly do you think my desires are?”

[coquetnara]

The courtesan peeked from under dark lashes scanning the princess, eyes—a warm brown—as if withholding a sinful secret. “Adventure. Perhaps something thrilling that makes you feel alive.”

[zxhxra]

“But it will soon be time for His Highness’ afternoon tea.”

[coquetnara]

A delicate sigh passed her lips, lashes fluttering as if practiced. “It seems that’s all royals do—drink tea and fuck.”