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My love, the drums are calling The red sky, a warning No sense in hiding from the front line It's been here the whole time Indie RP Blog for Darius from The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. Est. January 17th, 2016.

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this is not who I want you to see it’s just adding on weight to the darkness in me

Independent RP account for peacekeeper Darius from The Hunger Games.

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this is not who I want you to see it’s just adding on weight to the darkness in me

Independent RP account for peacekeeper Darius from The Hunger Games.

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She felt the hestitation in his movements. A soft gasp leaving her plump lips when he pulled out. Ah, ofcourse. He would think about that. But they weren’t in some poor district. The capitol has many posibilities.

’ Don’t worry about that. We got it all covered.’ Ida mumbled softly, moving herself so she would sit straight up ontop of him. Curious, eager.

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&& he looked pleased enough, breathing out slowly as he closed his eyes slowly, whimpering as he entered her, a moan slipping past his lips and his breathing picking up speed for a single moment.

&& he mouthed at her neck, pulling her down as he bucked up his hips, slowly and calculated.

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&& he explored her a little more before he slid his hands between them, fingers slim and nible finding their way between her legs, slipping inside of her with ease. Curling his fingers just on the right spot he drew her along with him, diving for her neck again.

perfect

&& he looked her in the eyes, seeing she appreciated his forwardness, and he wrapped his arm around her as he pulled her against his chest. His mouth opened, to say something, but the only thing he let out was a sigh.

He couldn’t even say her name.

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She enjoyed it more than she should’ve. Her lips parted slightly when she was feeling his finger coil inside of her, moving together with their bodies.

He was rather experienced.

Her hands were placed on the matrass now, pushing herself only a little up. Hips moving against his fingers, eagerly. And for the first time in months, she found it strange that someone couldn’t say a single vowel.

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&& he pulled out of her, carefully, managing to get off her panties intact, leaving them somewhere next to the bed. He already moved to get to the real work and fuck her, but he hesitated, then.

&& raising his eyebrows, he looked questioning. Protection, he wondered, was that needed? In order to show, he made a gesture towards the bedside table, before his lips locked to her neck again, leaving another purple mark.

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&& he explored her a little more before he slid his hands between them, fingers slim and nible finding their way between her legs, slipping inside of her with ease. Curling his fingers just on the right spot he drew her along with him, diving for her neck again.

perfect

&& he looked her in the eyes, seeing she appreciated his forwardness, and he wrapped his arm around her as he pulled her against his chest. His mouth opened, to say something, but the only thing he let out was a sigh.

He couldn't even say her name.

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&& his pupils were dilated, his breathing short, and he rolled them over, pulling her into his lap, pushing the shirt from her shoulders, hand unclasping her bra with a single movement.

    practiced

&& he pressed against her, hard, because who wouldn’t be around her - she was gorgeous, and if this was his life, he supposed it could have been worse, there were worse places to end up.

    pretty

&& his teeth grazed at her throat, hesitatingly marking, slowly, but surely, teeth pressing into her skin.

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&& it drew a laugh from him. Expensive. Everything in the Capitol was expensive, but he guessed she’d have more. He toyed with the idea of ripping it, only toyed, because he wouldn’t, but it interested him to see what she would do.

     a peculiar woman

&& he nudged her legs open, his fingers nimble and swift as they plucked at the lace between them, the underwear barely concealing, but he wasn’t interesting in what was hidden from sight. He wanted to know what she hid in herself, how she could come apart, or how she could force him apart.

    piece by piece

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Since darius was doing well enough in the position he was, ida decided that I’d be merely fun to try it as the one with the back against the sheets. Figurelively speaking, of course. Her legs moved from one another slowly.

The blonde felt herself move a little as he simply played with the fragile lace of the lingerie she oh so adored. There wouldn’t be day that she was found without something that matched.

She pressed her plump, soft pink lips together, the corners of her lips pruming up as a small thought popped in her head. An idea of how she could train this servant, this ‘pet’ almost.

The idea was short, but bittersweet.

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&& he pressed his lips to the inside of her tighs, his fingers almost clawing at her yet strangely leaving no marks, his hands moving to her stomach, her bra, as he kissed the lace between her legs before he came up, body sliding over hers.

Closer, closer....

&& and then they were face to face, his lips slightly parted, no tongue behind them, Ida knew that, and thus no incentive to kiss. It didn't seem that was his goal, either. He just looked er in the eye as one of his hands slipped underneat the lace.

Careful, calculating.

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&& it drew a laugh from him. Expensive. Everything in the Capitol was expensive, but he guessed she’d have more. He toyed with the idea of ripping it, only toyed, because he wouldn’t, but it interested him to see what she would do.

     a peculiar woman

&& he nudged her legs open, his fingers nimble and swift as they plucked at the lace between them, the underwear barely concealing, but he wasn’t interesting in what was hidden from sight. He wanted to know what she hid in herself, how she could come apart, or how she could force him apart.

    piece by piece

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&& he gave her a gentle push, so she laid back on the bed, his hands finding their way to her shirt. He knew how to do this at least, how to please, straddling her. He worked on her blouse, first, unbuttoning. One by one.

&& he enjoyed that, exposing her bra, the lace interesting to him, interesting enough to lean down and mouth at it, taking it between his teeth for a moment before letting go and touching her.

      what would she want

&& he could imagine she would like him to lay down and let her have her way with him, surrender - but how would he know that for sure. He hitched up her skirt, just a little, eager to see what was below.

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&& he could handle that - even if he was not entirely experienced, district 12 not being the place for romantic escapades, he was hardly a virgin, and as her calves hit the side of the bed he came up to her, standing close, almost pessed together

&& he didn’t, however, touch her, having learned from the part where he spelled his name. Not without permission.

     like he could not handle her

&& he let his eyes slide over the bed, the sheets silken and soft, and then, instead of pushing her on it or touching her, he knelt on it, looking up at her from where he sat on his knees, waiting for her to join.

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&& the request of his name was a strange one, and yet he was determined to teach her how he was called because taking another name when he was perfectly fine with the one he had was something he could not quite cope with.

&& he raised a hand, taking hers, shoving up the sleeve of her blouse, his fingers touching the bare skin gently before he used slow, yet deliberate movements to spell out his name, writing it on her skin.

     D A R I U S

&& he pulled back his hand as soon as he was done, looking up at his new boss, his mistress, this blatantly beautiful woman that struck him as someone who could tear you down with a single smile and yet, he wasn’t bored, which was what he had expected to be.

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She was confused as he took her hand, her finger to be exactly. Or was it confused? Perhaps a mixture of startling and confusion by this male being so bluntly in his position as servant. And strangely, she wasn’t very mad about it.

Ida parted her lips slowly, spelling out the letters they were writing on her skim together. It was when they reached the last letter and the male let go of her hand that she was a bit mad at him. Darius. She didnt gave him permission to touch her. Her skin crawled whenever someone uninvitedly touched her.

’ don’t ever so that again without permission.’ she softly sighed out, eyes narrowed to express her feelings about his actions openly. He needed to learn to listen, desperately. Ida raised her hand, touching his curls slowly, inspecting them almost.

’ there are limitations to what we are going to have, dear darius. Keep that in mind.’

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&& what they were going to have. He doubted. Have. Such a strange word. What she was going to take, perhaps - because there was no way that he could allow nor disallow what she wished to have of him, with him, and as such it was just his place to obey

&& he smirked, tried to hide it, failed, pushed his hair from his forehead after she had touched it. He remembered a girl from the district do that, once, saying his hair was on fire.

     he hadn’t be one on fire at all

&& he was patient as he studied her, waiting for her to go on. Stepping back, he studied the bed, and he wondered if this was what she wanted, having sex, letting go. Him serving, her getting. He gestured to the bed.

     limitations

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&& the request of his name was a strange one, and yet he was determined to teach her how he was called because taking another name when he was perfectly fine with the one he had was something he could not quite cope with.

&& he raised a hand, taking hers, shoving up the sleeve of her blouse, his fingers touching the bare skin gently before he used slow, yet deliberate movements to spell out his name, writing it on her skin.

     D A R I U S

&& he pulled back his hand as soon as he was done, looking up at his new boss, his mistress, this blatantly beautiful woman that struck him as someone who could tear you down with a single smile and yet, he wasn’t bored, which was what he had expected to be.

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&& his breath hitched as she ran her finger over one of the marks, wondering if it was enough reason to send him back - and he wondered what would happen then. The tribute centre? The sewers?

&& the acceptance made him sigh, perhaps somewhat in relief, perhaps somewhat in fear or excitement of what would come. For now.

     for now

&& he fixated on her heels, ticking on the floor, blinking once, twice at the sound. He once again took his time, a few seconds ticking away. One, two, and then his feet carried him forward - naked, the sun glowing over his body, encasing him in light, colouring his hair a brighter red, a fiery sunset.

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&& he followed the command less swiftly than he had wanted to, because it took some time for the words to register, what she wanted of him, what she told him to do. What she made him do.

&& it was easy, first, to stand. It was harder to undo his robes, drop them, show the eye for an eye that saving the Mockinjay’s friend had left on his body - all the lashes they had not been able to give to Gale Hawthorne.

&& he undid himself of the robes, picking them up and folding them, placing them on the floor next to his feet. Then he turned his gaze back to her, a smile on his face. He didn’t seem unrelaxed - he wasn’t.

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&& they had told him. Some of it. Most of it, he hoped, the look in her eyes was serious and he was unsure how he would fare if he did not live up to the expectations she so honestly displayed here, as he stood in her livingroom. The former peacekeeper would have answered could he have, now he gave a single nod.

&& he sat as she told him to, and he looked at her, seemingly awaiting orders. He had heard she liked those, most of all. Follow her orders, be a good capitol slave. Do not deny her what she wants.

     what she wants

&& there was a honesty in his eyes that did not waver, seemingly boyish, charm or anything like it, as he awaited what she would say.

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but I leave in my heart because I don't want to stay in the dark

Independent Darius roleplayer from The Hunger Games, written by Let.

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there had been rumours of new blood arriving soon, a new personal butler. or that was how she called them. an avox sounded so unnatural, so common. and the capitol elite only wanted the most special, glamorous, of course. with the flick of her hand she opened the automatic glass door, heading slowly towards the elevator in the hallway of her large penthouse to see whether or not he had arrived already.

idalain stopped a few feet infront of the elevator, hands placed on her hips as she waited patiently. she wasn’t a person to get mad for waiting, infact she was a really patient person. the only thing she absolutely despised was people talking back. guess that was a positive thing about avox’s.

finally, after a short minute, the light of the elevator went on and the door slowly opened. the light haired woman straightened her posture, chin rising up a little to show off her immediate dominance.

‘ finally. ’

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&& he stood in the centre of her room, lost - for the lack of a better word - amidst the pristine furniture and mirroring windows, the penthouse offering a view he had never seen before, and now he couldn’t comment, nor quip, the lack of a tongue was more heavy in his mouth than any word when it had still been present.

&& he turned around at hearing her voice, as if obeying the immediate, unspoken order. His clothes, white, capitol steered, simple robes, hung around him in flattering waves, red hair in start contrast with his clear eyes.

&& he did not fear her, per se, as he had not feared the new head peacekeeper, nor the old one’s drunken blabbering. He feared relatively little, wasn’t skittish, just young, and wisdom came with the years. He opened his mouth to speak, shut it, looked at her, expectantly. His left hand made a small motion, between a wave and a flick.

    hello