walking in the wind

Sometimes, it's like someone took a knife, baby, edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley through the middle of my skull

[wonho-sullivan-deactivated20161]

“I’m sorry, did you wait long? I promise I have an absolutely rational reason for being late.”

[princeostergaard-blog]

“Any amount of waiting is too much considering. Remind me to get you a watch. And next time you’re running late how about a heads up?”

[bluetopcz]

“ hello ! hello ? —- oh my god, you would not believe the day i’ve had. i feel like a helpless little p r i n c e s s in need of poptarts and scotch – care to help ? ”

[princeostergaard-blog]

“The scotch I can help with, the poptarts you’ll have to find elsewhere. Never been a fan. You do know you could make a phone call and get just about anything you want though. Icelanders are so willing to please.”

[yungbludsxx]

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[princeostergaard-blog]

“We’ll have to get out,” he trailed off, but made no move to actually get up. He was enjoying having her stroking him on top of her far too much to stop it. He moaned, eyes closing and mouth falling open due to her touch. He was stiffening in her hands, reaching one of his own down to help her along. “Faster, sweetheart. Get me hard.”

[hvdscn-blog]

“I can’t do anything about either of the suggested solutions, so I guess I’m stuck like this.”

[princeostergaard-blog]

“You’re capable, it simply requires making an effort. But of course wallowing in misery is a much better alternative.”

[yungbludsxx]

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[princeostergaard-blog]

Isabelle was dripping with innocence, at least that was the case before he got hold of her. It was the wide doe eyed thing she had about her that made all of this that much sweeter. Unfortunately, it also made him think twice about what he was asking of her. “Sweetheart, you could never disappoint me. You’ve already given me more of yourself than you’ve ever given anyone else. That’s more than enough. Just being near you makes me feel good. You don’t have to do anything.”

[yungbludsxx]

Isabelle whimpered softly and nuzzled her face in his neck. She looked up at him shyly. “Y-you mean on–” she finished her sentence by caressing his man hood.

[princeostergaard-blog]

“Mhmm.” He nodded. “If you keep touching me like this and grinding against me I’ll practically be aching for it.” He took note of her stutter and the way she was looking at him, trying to focus on that instead of her hands on him. No matter how good it felt. “Or we can just kiss and enjoy the rest of our bath. I won’t force you out of your comfort zone.”

[hvdscn-blog]

“If only those grew on trees, then all my problems would be solved.”

[princeostergaard-blog]

“An attitude adjustment would have the same effect.”

[yungbludsxx]

She panted softly and look into his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind if you did.” She whispered softly and caressed his cheek. She kissed him hungrily and rocked her hips into his.

[princeostergaard-blog]

He groaned again when she moved her hips against him, more than ready to have another go at her. It’d been long enough for him, though he was aware it may be different for her. “You must be..” he started, a free hand grazing down the front of her body. “Sore.” He finished with a smirk, his hand creeping between her legs now. “Let me teach you how to use your mouth.”

[hvdscn-blog]

“If you’re here to give me some sort of welcome message, then you can get the fuck out. Non sprecare il mio tempo, and I don’t think you want to, either. I’m not in the mood.”

[princeostergaard-blog]

“You need, what the kids would call, a chill pill.”

[yungbludsxx]

Isabelle kissed back deeply and held him tightly to her. She melted into him and nipped softly at his lips. She was shocked at herself for being so open and wanting to do this. But he awoken something within her she has never really dealt with. Her sexuality. Her attraction to him was strong. He made her weak. He made her want.

[princeostergaard-blog]

August was far too proud of the fact that he brought out this side of her. She was all sweet and innocent on the surface, but in here she was something completely different. With him she was different. She let herself give into her urges, and he couldn’t get enough of it. “Trying to get me fired up again?” He spoke against her lips.

[yungbludsxx]

Isabelle smiled softly and caressed his cheek. “Well right now I’d like it if you kept kissing me.” She said softly and pressed her lips to his again, this time more passionate. She pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. She wanted him close. She loved to feel the warmth of his body against hers.

[princeostergaard-blog]

August smirked, for someone who was so shy before she had no problem taking action now. And he had no problem giving her exactly what she wanted. He sat up, pulling her completely into his lap now- lips still firmly locked with hers. The water splashed around them, but it didn’t bother him any. He wrapped both arms around her body, their chests pressed together, as he began to kiss her more deeply.

[yungbludsxx]

Perfect. He said that many times. But Isabelle was far from it. But she wanted to be perfect for him. She looked deep into his eyes and caressed his cheek. “I promise I’ll do everything I can to make you happy August.” She whispered softly. She pressed her forehead to his and ran her fingers through his hair. She then pressed her lips to his in a slow and deep kiss.

[princeostergaard-blog]

He moaned into her mouth, happily accepting this form of comfort from her. He broke their kiss, reluctantly, not wanting things to get too out of hand. “At least you know I’m capable of it. Love. Maybe now you’ll feel a bit better about our engagement.” Smiling, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss upon her lips. “I promise the same. I won’t let a day go by without giving you something to be happy about.”

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August Ostergaard + Isabelle D’Orleans

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[yungbludsxx]

Isabelle’s heart ached for him. She continued to run her fingers through his hair. “That isn’t fair.” She whispered. “I know it was a long time ago but I’m still sorry.” She turned to face him and pressed her lips to his forehead. “—Do you think she approves of me?” She asked quietly.

[princeostergaard-blog]

“It’s not, not really, but that’s the way our lives are. Without permission from her I’d lose my right to the throne, as would my future children. She also mentioned something about it being a betrayal, loyalty’s important. She probably would’ve shunned me for life.” It sounded ridiculous, medieval even when he said it outloud. “She approves of you, I think she had research done before even making the arrangement. You’re perfect.”

[yungbludsxx]

Isabelle looked at him sadly. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered. “Was it because of our arrangement or something else?” She asked softly. Isabelle never knew what it was like to feel heart broken. But she knew at some point she would. Maybe not at Augusts hands. But at Madison’s.

[princeostergaard-blog]

“No no, sweetheart. It had nothing to do with you. It was years ago. You don’t have to be sorry.” He smiled, oddly enough, appreciating her genuine kindness. He didn’t deserve her, that was for sure. “My mother didn’t approve. That was that.”

[yungbludsxx]

Isabelle bit her lip and looked up at him softly. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” She said softly. The last thing she wanted to do was make August upset. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. 

[princeostergaard-blog]

“It’s quite alright, I don’t mind.” She wasn’t hard to talk to. With her sweet demeanor and the way she looked up at him he’d have no problem telling her anything. “It didn’t work out, though I have the feeling you knew that much already.”

[yungbludsxx]

“Good.” She said softly. Isabelle leaned against him. She then took his hands gently and moved them so his arms would wrap around her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she bit her lip. “I was never given the chance.” She said quietly. “Have you ever been in love?” She asked quietly.

[princeostergaard-blog]

“Mmm.” He muttered, as more of a stall tactic than anything else. This wasn’t something he typically talked about, but he felt like he owed it to her to be honest. About this aspect of his life especially. “Once.”