And For Every Moment Afer

[crownforahome]

I have to apologize, I have been trying to get back into Hanna’s mind frame but she’s just not coming back so i will be shutting this blog down soon. I am so very sorry to those I was rping with.

[therptimes]

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(◡‿◡✿) Reblog this if it’s totally fine for your partner to correct your reply.

I personally don’t mind in the least if it’s small grammatical errors. I do my best but don’t catch them all the time.

[crownforahome]

@vinterkongen:

     @crownforahome  ||  CONT. 

            he wanted to believe her, && he THOUGHT that maybe  ( just maybe )  he could with time. but… then he would REMEMBER what she was – his mistress – && what he was – her SLAVE – && then he would recall every promise he’d ever made to himself about how he would BEHAVE around & towards his owners. but he still drew a bit closer to her because sometimes it was WONDERFUL to be touched kindly.    ❛ you always treat me well, MISTRESS. ❜    his words weren’t completely lies: princess hanna was often gentle & rarely CRUEL. 

                          He was such the pleaser, doing e v e r y t h i n g she asked or ordered of him. Before Elias she often never saw the appeal in having a child by a slave, a few of her sisters had some and none of which would inherit anything, but now, she contemplated it a time or two. “I only treat you as you behave.” She reminded him. She contemplated making him service her again but she also knew she had to dress soon. “Why don’t we, after a few of my meetings, go to my parents’ summer home? My sisters are all going to various parts of the world so we’ll be alone, what do you think?”

[crownforahome]

@vinterkongen:

     @crownforahome  ||  CONT. 

            rage sparked inside, && elias felt WARMER than he’d ever felt in his life. but then he heard the OPPORTUNITY in her words – an opportunity to spare his BROTHER some of the pain hanna inflicted upon him. he looked down into her beautiful  ( wretched )  eyes.    ❛ PERHAPS… you & i could come to a compromise regarding that front. ❜ 

                          A slow smirk spread, the sight of him prostrating himself before her made her skin shiver. She rose her brow and stepped towards him, her hand z e r o e d in on his manhood. “You mean to say you’ll sheath yourself inside me just to protect your brother?” It was an intriguing idea and one she had fantasized about more than she would admit. Though she’d not yet tell him EXACTLY what those fantasies involved. Her hand tightened on him and lifted, “Tell me, would you enjoy filling my cunt?”

[crownforahome]

—— occ:

I am horrible and neglected this blog ;_;

[crownforahome]

"There's no such thing as the 'Five Second Rule' when you've been trained to eat at someone's feet your entire life." // SLAVE VS holla

                           They were in her bed, cuddled while her fingers threaded through his hair. “You have been badly treated, I promise to be better.” She tilted his head up to lay her lips over his. “I promise.”

[crownforahome]

" I'll hunt you down and put your head on a stick! "

                            “Oh darling, your spirit would have been wonderful for our children. Imagine how stubborn they would have been.” She giggled to herself. “Perhaps we may still have children. Andrew is not doing so well on that front.”

[crownforahome]

Her Only Toy || Closed

[crownforahome]

@vinterkongen:

            ❛ yes, mistress. ❜    EVERYTHING? she wanted to know everything? he’d done too much to tell, in truth. but he did as INSTRUCTED, stopping two feet  ( he approximated & prayed he was right )  in front of her & beginning his story.    ❛ i have SERVED many, mistress. i worked in kitchens when i was a child, && my mistress took me into her bed when i had come OF-AGE. ❜    he had still been a child then, barely thirteen summers, but no one CARED for that.    ❛ since then i have served two mistresses & three masters in their bedchambers, mistress. ❜    quizzing him on his CAPABILITIES would be a waste of time. elias had done nearly everything there was to be done in beds, && if he had not done what she WISHED, he would learn how to please her, && he would LEARN quickly. he always did. 

                            So he knew how to please b o t h genders, she wasn’t against same-sex relations, she just found them not to her taste. “I want you to please me then, how you would want to be pleased. You will find I am not a cruel Mistress, only when I am disobeyed. Heed my orders and you find life can be quite pleasurable.” She shifted in her chair, her dressing robe fell open to show she wore a thin chemise, o n l y a chemise. “Another night we will talk what I will expect from you.”

[crownforahome]

@nivatis:

the touch of the usurper does little but add to the growing feeling   of   disgust  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach,   &   the  beginnings of a snarl tugs at her lips at the mention of her sister, the muscles of her  neck  tightening. be respectful. she   is   the   only  thing   between   you   and   freedom.

  the music of rattling chains fill the cell as the fallen ruler   jerks away from the other woman,  turning towards the   wall. ‘ if that is what you wish, my apologies - for i will   not             change,            now            or             ever. ‘

                              “Are you sure about that, already you are different. You don’t fight as much.” Her thumb traced over Elsa’s lip, r e v e l e d in its softness. “So pretty, like my sisters. Though, I will admit, you hair is better, when its clean.” She dropped her hand and stepped back. “I just wanted to check on my favorite prisoner, see how you’re doing in solitary.”

[crownforahome]

@vinterkongen:

            the title stabbed like it ALWAYS did – one of the only remarks that could crack through his ICY shield without his permission, causing flinches & nauseas & trembles. monster, MONSTER, monster – andrew wouldn’t be in trouble or pain if elias wasn’t a monster. but HANNA was a monster, too. why could she keep control when elias had LOST it so completely?    ❛ i don’t care if i’m comfortable or not. ❜    he spat out that last REBELLIOUS remark before his knees touched the cold stone of his cell. he had to STRETCH against the chains to reach her, but his lips brushed the TOES of her shoes nonetheless.    ❛ i am yours to command, my lady. ❜    he felt ill & defeated, but more than anything he felt RAGE – complete & utter wrath. elias knew that were hanna to unlock his chains in that moment, he would KILL his sister-in-law where she stood, && he would not flinch at the sight of her blood. 

                              “Oh how satisfying it is to see you on your knees. It is a loss, though, that those lips brush my shoes when they could have graced mine. We could have been wonderful. A P O W E R couple for the world to see.” Nights she had dreamed of the Ice King and how he would look; right before she sailed for Arendelle she had glimpsed his picture and hence dreamed of him. Dreamed of winning his affections, becoming his, having him between her thighs. Instead she would have to suffice with him kneeling and his brother being the one to satisfy her. “Its true, you are mine to command and I command you to always smile when I enter here from now on.”

[starstoned]

              do you remember, dear boy, when we were young? they asked for a story && you wrote them the sun. You laughed, burning as you swore, Icarus was a fool. ( Oh, but dear boy, was it foolish you felt as you fell? You flew too close to the sun with petty wings of wax && they cut away your tongue && drowned your voice. YOU ASKED FOR A STORY, NOT A TRAGEDY. ) Do you remember, dear boy, when we were young? You asked for a story, they wrote you the sea. You laughed, drowning as you swore, Icarus was a fool. 

                                                                                                                [ poetry ]

[irumino-deactivated20161231]

                                      cherish these nights, cherish these people;                                       life is a movie, but there’ll never be a sequel.                                                       and I’m good with that;                                                 AS LONG AS I’M PEACEFUL.

                                      written by nuu. // ( banner cred. )

[thequeenofsand-archived-deactiv]

My muse just did something stupid that almost got them killed. Yell at them.

Or, inversely, send me a & and my muse will react to yours doing something stupid that almost got them killed.

[crownforahome]

Her Only Toy || Closed

[crownforahome]

@vinterkongen:

            his last master grew TIRED of him  ( oh, how he wished he could have gotten hold of elias when he was younger ),  so he was sold. as a well-trained bed SLAVE, elias always went for high prices, though he was usually passed from FRIEND to friend, family member to FAMILY member. he very rarely saw auction. but this time was DIFFERENT. the bidders at the southern isles auction were wealthy & well-bred, judging by the sea of auburn & ginger locks  ( don’t think about your brother )  that greeted him during the one GLANCE he got of the audience. the bidder who took him home – a WOMAN, he thought her, which would be a change of pace – had him scrubbed until he GLEAMED, his white-blonde hair shining in the candlelight, && dressed in light & thin trousers  ( no shirt for his fit & pale chest, of course )  before he was BROUGHT to her chambers. elias bowed, hands behind his back, when the door shut behind him.    ❛ how may i SERVE you, mistress? ❜ 

                              Oh he was handsome, so pretty under the candlelight. She dismissed the maid with a wave of her hand and waited until the door clicked to acknowledge her prize. She envisioned him crawling to her, another time, tonight she’d have him walk, she wanted to see his gait, how he made each step. She curled her finger for him to approach. “Stop two feet in front of ME. I want to know what you have done in the past. Tell me everything.”

[crownforahome]

@vinterkongen:

            he jerked against the chains, pulling them TAUT as he could & straining against the bonds – anything to keep hanna from leaving & going to ANDREW.    ❛ w-wait !! ❜    all he could hear in his mind were andrew’s SCREAMS from the night before, mingled with cries & pleas for mercy that should never have fallen from his brother’s kind & good lips. hanna was BREAKING him – slowly, meticulously breaking him. all of that was elias’s FAULT, every wound & bruise on his brother’s body a result of his foolishness & failure. he would not intentionally add MORE to andrew’s pain, kingly pride be damned.    ❛ wait, wait !!  don’t… don’t HURT him. ❜    it was elias she wanted – it had always been him & his crown & his power.    ❛ i’ll do… WHATEVER you want. just… don’t hurt andrew. ❜ 

                              It worked, just as she thought it would. Her hand lifted to S T A L L the guard. A slow turn and a lifted grin greeted Elias. “There’s my good little monster.” She sneered. She approached him again, hands lifted her skirts and extended one foot. “Kneel, and kiss my foot. S W E A R to me.” She’d still see Andrew tonight, no matter the outcome of Elias, it just meant she wouldn’t be using any sharp objects. “I am sure our next chat will be a little more civil and we can make some terms to where you are a little more comfortable.”

[crownforahome]

@nivatis:

@crownforahome

she feels - filthy. physically, she is clean, albeit the beginnings  of  greasy hair & wrists chaffed beyond complete healing.  but yet, she can feel a thick coating of dirt, sullying perfect skin of                                                                                     porcelain. 

     she tugs incessantly at chains, ignoring the sharp pangs of      pain  as  tarnished  metal rubs at sensitive  skin.  her  voice,      hoarse from her screams, echoes plaintively around her cell,       sounding    more    like   a    child    than    she    ever    has. 

                                                                       ‘ get it over with. ‘ 

( what is she waiting for ? )

                              “Now, now, now,” she approached the fallen queen and slipped her fingers under her chin. “Why would I do that? Why make this go quickly when its so d e l i c i o u s l y satisfying to take my time? I took my time with Anna and you won’t believe how much she thanked me for it.” She considered pressing her lips to her cold cheek, a demeaning action especially after talking of Elsa’s sister. “I want to see how you change.”