I don't need a crown to be a princess

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gavrielle-letale:

Gavrielle watched her square her up, and a tiniest of smiles tugged at the corner of her lips. Instinct made her block the first punch, only to feel another punch below her ribs. “Good.” She nodded. “For boxing, anyways. You’ve got potential to be a real fighter. Maybe not on the streets but you’ll hold ground in a ring.” She smirked.

The woman nodded approvingly and Belle lowered her guard slightly as she continued to speak. “I don’t only study boxing.” she replied. Her instruction had been in boxing but also dirty fighting, given her past. “But I don’t fight dirty without a reason.” 

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levixmatthews:

Levi rolled his eyes and let out a little laugh. “Oh princess, if you think anything here is private to the likes of us, you’re in the wrong place.” He went to his own punching bag, licking his lips. “You’d do good by yourself to get over whatever it is that’s crawled under your bonnet.”

“It was private. Tends to happen when you come late at night.” Belle replied sharply, ponytail bouncing as she turned her face away from him back to the punching bag. “Maybe if you crawled out of here that would do the trick.”

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simonxwest:

“Fuck nothing … just here to use the other bag.” Simon murmured as he stepped around the girl. They had already met once, where his attempts to be friendly had been soundly rebuffed. But he respected her clear desire to be left the fuck alone. He stepped around her toward where the other bag was hanging. He began taping his hands carefully. He did agree with the little blondie on one thing - sometimes you just needed to fucking hit something. 

Belle saw a familiar face, although she didn’t act like she knew it. “Fine.” She remembered their first interaction - it had been friendly enough, until he’d tried to sleep with her not ten minutes into it. Still, he was in the same situation and she wasn’t going to give him a hard time for trying to blow off some steam like she was. She went back to punching, feeling the impact in her knuckles despite the wrappings she had done as carefully as he currently was. 

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master-xavier-drakon:

The annoyance was evident, which only made the vampire more inclined to lean towards the difficult route. “hmm.” He hummed lightly at her words, amused mildly, and allowing a break of space before he continued on. The false pretence of giving something some thought. “That does not seem like a possibly outcome for the night.” A breath left him as if holding an unfortunate air, all done for show clearly because he didn’t need to breathe. “I am being rather kind in this moment, slave. Do not make my mood falter.” He warned, staying still where he stood.

The frustration she had just worked off was brought back almost immediately and Belle couldn’t help but clench a fist, perfectly manicured nails digging into the skin of her palm. His warning didn’t frighten her, no matter how soft spoken and threatening it sounded. Everything he did was calculated, she could tell from watching him, but she wasn’t about to let a man with an ego the size of the moon intimidate her. Rather than bother responding, she crossed her arms over her chest, head tilted slightly as she simply waited for him to move out of her way and let her get on with her life. 

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hawthorn-aubri:

Hawthorn raise a brow, but didn’t retort. She clearly wasn’t in a good mood, and he wasn’t one to push. He sighed a little. Truth was, he could relate. He wasn’t a slave, but he understood how this place got underneath one’s skin. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said.

Belle scoffed at that, stalking around the bag as she tried to get her breath back. “Everyone’s sorry.” she replied, throwing out a punch, the chain of the bag straining as it swung. “That word doesn’t mean anything.” It hadn’t meant anything to her in years. 

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professor-shaw:

Jason joined the blonde within seconds and buckled his own seatbealt on, adjusting to the leather with unmistakable ease like he always did. It always made him feel great and he owned that chevy with pride, eventhough his obsession with food often damaged that image. And that she’d noticed too. “I’m sorry..I didn’t know I was gonna feel like taking America’s princess out for a meal.” he joked, scoffing playfully at her snappy remark. She looked cute like that..even she seemed all but pleased. “I can throw those away, if you want. I always keep a bag on the back for that kind of stuff..” he waited a second, then looked up, “..or we can just go. Are you hungry yet?”

“I didn’t ask you to take me anywhere. You offered.” Belle replied, giving him a quick look before returning her gaze to the road. That had made her slightly annoyed - he had chosen to take her and maybe he wasn’t complaining but it sounded like it. “We can just go. Before it turns into a strip club.” She was the furthest thing from interested in seeing that, especially on her birthday. “I’m not particularly hungry yet. I’ll see how I’m feeling later.” 

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gavrielle-letale:

“Part of the teaching is teaching these students when and where to use their skills.” Gavrielle replied. “This? This is an excuse to see if you’re actually good or not. Anyone can punch a heavy bag. Punching another moving person is where actually skill is involved.”

Belle raised a perfectly done eyebrow at the other woman, almost scoffing at that. Her father hadn’t spend ridiculous sums of money on her training for her to only use a punching bag. No, there was another purpose in mind, and the blonde had been working on it with complete dedication every day. “Fine.” she replied after a moment, squaring off. She took in her opponent before attacking, throwing a punch with her right arm, intending for it to be blocked, while her left moved underneath and punched her right below the ribs. If she was human, the blow would knock the breath from her and likely give Belle at least a few precious seconds to continue the assault. Luckily, it wasn’t exactly a fight so she bounced back on her heels after making contact. 

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[princess-larocc]

“And that’s why you submitted this in anonymous way rather than facing me on your own? Very plausible.” 

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Willow: planets or moons?

Wisteria: favorite movie?

Winona: favorite quote?

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riggedmercy:

“I will give you ‘voodoo chicken’ being a new one. But like I said, I’ll play fair, I won’t use anything but my hands. Truly you wound me, do I really look that untrustworthy?” He was aware that he certainly did look untrustworthy, hair wild and expression one of sly certainty even when he was resting. “I’m just unsure how fair you think a fight with a dead man is going to be. I can handicap myself all I want, but the fact still stands that I don’t feel pain like you do. I’ll play as fairly as I can, but the fact stands that you’re probably not exiting this exchange the victor.” He didn’t seem to discount her desire to fight him though, more than willing to let her try if she wanted to. “In any case, I’m near certain punching me in the face won’t make you feel better, you’re just an incredibly bitter little human. So I say again, if it’s a fight you want, I’ll play as fair as I can with my current lifestate. I’ll even let you take the first swing.”

“Is that really a question you have to ask?” Belle replied, giving him a critical look up and down. He looked more than untrustworthy, and though normally that wouldn’t be a problem given her training, there were supernatural elements at play that she was not interested in testing out. “You keep boasting about being dead too but here you are, very loudly alive. And annoying to boot. Is this what happens to people?” The blonde was getting more irritated as he spoke, sensing that something was off about him - not that the wings hadn’t tipped her off at all. “If by handicap you mean things only normal people can do then fine.” Which it didn’t sound like he could do and though Belle was up to her neck in anger, she wasn’t stupid. She knew the limitations of her strength and nothing she did would ever compare to what he could do. “But you’re wrong on that count.” Belle added. “I’m near certain that punching you in the face would make me feel so much better.”

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master-xavier-drakon:

The slave had clearly decided to take the difficult route, which was fine by him - more enjoyment. The only name she would call him would be Master and that would be that. Regardless of what people thought, slave or not, he treated most the same - a few exceptions. Though this slave tonight would have the pleasure or perhaps displeasure of his time and efforts. Allowing her the words of goodnight, he even allowed her to get close to the door before he used his vampire speed to stop right in front of it. “We can do this here, or I can take you to the privacy of my home.” Either way they would eventually end up back at his home, but he gave the false pretence of a choice.

It wasn’t a surprise when he appeared in front of her suddenly and Belle sighed deeply with annoyance at the way he blocked the door. There was no illusion in her mind that there was a choice - a person like him had a plan, and it wouldn’t change based on what she said, only on his whim. “Even better. You go to your home, I go to mine, and we forget that this little exchange ever happened. Easy.” 

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master-xavier-drakon:

“If you get any name other than slave from me, it will be because you have earned it.” He stated, dropping the game of pretending not to recognize her name. The words that continued to flow from her mouth fell on deaf ears, that wasn’t what he was interested in. “Regardless of what you want, it is not the reality of your situation at the moment. Now..” He began, trailing off as he stood firm ground. “You can acknowledge your situation, come along easily, or we can do this the hard way,” His hand went up before she could open up what he was sure to be a mouth housing a sharp tongue. “I will assure you now, the more difficult you make this - the more I will enjoy it.” His smirk brought promise to his words. 

“Then I suppose I should give you no name at all until you’ve earned it.” Of which Belle fully intended to be never. The act was dropped between them and it allowed the blonde a moment to revert back to her usual ways, which she was certain this annoyingly unpleasant man was already aware of. At his comment about her being difficult, she could feel herself getting just as annoyed as she had been before arriving at the punching bag and she had to take a deep breath to combat that feeling. Her father, one of the most powerful and influential men in a majority of the world, had taught her to be steel when the time called for it and she wasn’t about to ignore the instinct born into her. “Good night.” Belle said sharply before turning and walking towards the door. 

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riggedmercy:

Mercy paused, reaching a hand out to catch the bag as it swung back toward him. “And you aren’t worried even a tiny bit that I’m absolutely capable of killing you? Alright, alright. If you’re going to have such an attitude about it.” He lifted one hand, snapping his fingers and disappearing where he stood, appearing again immediately behind her with his arms crossed over his chest. “Then you name your criteria, little girl, I’ll even play nice and only use my hands.” He wondered for a moment how little she knew about the particular sort of supernatural she was picking a fight with- if it was as little as she was letting on, this would be a fight that was not only over fast, but over in a way that would likely be a little traumatic- maybe it would help with the attitude. “Loser has to quiet down and maybe if I’m feeling particularly friendly, I’ll show you how to fix your form.”

“Apparently you’re not allowed to kill me so I’d say that gives me some advantage.” Belle replied, crossing her arms over her chest. When he disappeared and reappeared in a matter of moments, she simply turned smoothly on her heel to face him, her expression not one of surprise. “But if you’re going to use this voodo chicken power or whatever it is, then there’s not much of a point. I was talking about a fair fight, but I’m assuming you don’t know what that is.” The comment about her form only made her roll her eyes once more - there were no problems with it other than it being a little rusty, but that was something she was already aware of and working towards fixing. 

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master-xavier-drakon:

The quirk of her eyebrow caused the vampires smirk to grow wider. “Curfew is, but incase you were not aware slave, I can take you at my pleasure whenever I wish.” His hands went into his pocket casually as he watched her with curiosity. “Or were you unaware of your role here for me?” He was genuinely curious, after all having just come back he had no real grasp of how long others had been here before his arrival. The slave seemed familiar enough with this gym area.  

“Belle.” she corrected once more, her casual tone taking on a slight edge. As many times as it would take. “My role is to earn my degree, graduate, and forget that I was ever here. Steps which involve me going to class and doing my assignments tonight for tomorrow.” She held back a quip about him remembering how a university worked, trying to keep herself from getting out of control. 

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master-xavier-drakon:

“Was there a bell?” Xavier smirked and played stupid at what he assumed was the use of her name. Every time the woman brought the bottle to her mouth he wondered exactly how that would feel, her mouth on him, and he realized he was still curious for this woman at the moment. “I believe I was patient enough while waiting for you to finish your release of - whatever it was you were releasing - but I do believe it is time you come with me.” Xavier glanced briefly to the clock to drive his point.

Belle only gave him a look at the question, too preoccupied with having to leave before the guards got angry to address it. What he said next almost made her laugh but she contained the urge with difficulty, instead opting for a more neutral response of a quirked eyebrow. “I think you’ve already noted that curfew is about to begin. You could always come and gawk at me in the excuse of a room I have but I’m not interested in fending off a guard who’s let the power get to his head. I’m sure you’re aware of how they can be.” 

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riggedmercy:

“I welcome any attempt to de-feather me, But I don’t think you’d be one to get too far. Again, Mortal girl, undead creature, the odds are stacked wildly outside of your favor. You go back to your business, hon, And leave me to mine, yeah? Unless you intend to fight me for the gym?” Mercy smirked, fishing his scythe out of the front pocket of his sweatshirt and toeing out of his shoes, clearly intending to get his workout in even if the short girl with the attitude didn’t want him to. he dropped the pocket knife into his shoe before he turned, cracking his knuckles before setting in on the bag in front of him. He’d clearly trained in some capacity, though his background certainly appeared to come out of MMA than boxing, rocking back on one foot before swinging the other forward suddenly, the bag rattling and threatening to come off the hook that held it as he set to striking it in earnest, his anger over the last several weeks, the fact he was still right on the cusp of starving, and the fact he simply hadn’t taken the time to let off steam for quite a while making the onslaught look less like practice and more like he was trying to make the most noise possible and knock the bag into the floor.

Belle indeed had half a mind to fight him for the gym. It’d been a while since she’d had an opponent but considering her consistent regiment since arriving here, she was in better shape than ever before. She missed having a trainer, but then again, she missed almost everything about her old life, and it was what led to her being in such a foul mood. As he started his own workout, Belle rolled her eyes at him before attempting to return to her own. After a few moments though, she couldn’t help but turn back to him, still just as annoyed as before. “If you’re going to be that ridiculously loud about it I might as well fight you.” she snapped at him. 

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master-xavier-drakon:

The fragility of herself was something the slave probably did not realize. The way she flexed her fingers, fingers that could be broken and snapped in just a blink of an eye. A smile flickered across his face, though again it was gone just as quickly. “In regards to anything.” He warned, though they never listened, never. “Have you finished up your workout then, slave?” There was no malicious tone to his voice, there didn’t need to be. More often than not Xavier lacked any form of emotion to his tone, this was true even here. “I suspect curfew is just about to commence.”

Belle finished with the wrappings, picking what was left of them up along with her water bottle. The workout had helped but nothing short of leaving this place would ever cure the annoyance that lingered in her very soul. At least the abundance of it had helped her form improve, and with another month of constant training, she’d be in nearly professional shape, a rare thought that made her happy. “Belle.” she said, drinking again from her water bottle before nodding at the clock. “And yes. Unfortunately my time’s up.”