WE QUEENS OF KINGS

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[legends-and-savages]

"Most do yes." He said. "Everyone has a reason for doing something." Even he knew that people always had a motive especially around here. He knew everyone. A small raised eyebrow from him. "And what brings a demigod to Transylvania?"

[qceensofkings]

Isabelle shifts her weight to her non-dominant foot. "I wanted to do some sightseeing," She responds sarcastically. "Figured I came this far to see Greece, I may as well see other places."

[qceensofkings]

She's all too aware that she sounds foreign, especially with her American vernacular of English. Though she has a more Greek complexion and profile, she's clearly not a native Transylvanian.

"I hardly think manners and disposition matter much in the event of being pursued by assailants, don't you? Or are you not accustomed to the annoyance of being hunted?"

[legends-and-savages]

Dracula knew she wasn't from here. The fact there wasn't recognition was enough, but also he knew everyone in town. "You are correct." Dracula said. "I am aware of being hunted." He said. "Which makes me curious what exactly did you do?"

[qceensofkings]

Isabelle can't help the small, amused scoff that escapes her, "Like people need a reason?" She raises an eyebrow. "Pick anything from me being a demigod witch to it's Thursday and someone thought a run in the woods would be fun."

[qceensofkings]

Isabelle has had a few partners, but none have ever held her interest very long. Not since the one that had decided being paid to watch her was worth more than actually being a partner and lover. But she hasn't really had much interest in dating, anyway. She's entirely too busy working most days.

She sighs softly when his lips move to her clavicle, a hand moving to gently slip into his hair as he kisses her. She shivers when he brushes his thumb over her nipple, her eyelids fluttering briefly.

[legends-and-savages]

The actions let him know he was doing something right. Something she liked. One hand staying on her hip as he worked his way across to her other side. He was still kissing his way, but he was also adding light nips along the skin.

His thumb continued the slow movement against her nipple. The hand that was on her hip started to inch lower toward her center. Not yet touching yet.

[qceensofkings]

The more he teases her, the more she aches for him. Heat begins to build in her core as she clings to him more. His kisses are becoming maddening for her, and his touch starts to burn across her skin deliciously.

"Bedroom?" She breathes, wanting to have more space for the inevitable.

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continued from x. @pyrokineticwarrior

Isabelle stares at her brother, her lips pursed when he answers.

"As many as it takes for what, Dev?" Her voice hardens as she attempts to swallow her emotions down.

This is her big brother. She's always looked up to him and admired him for all the effort he puts into helping others, but watching him run himself into the ground again and again is getting to be a real sore spot for her. He's doing all the work others refuse to do. Their community is practically built on his shoulders. Even with Isabelle's contributions - her tutelage under Hades, Hecate, and Thanatos in addition to her helping Devlin where she can- it isn't adding up to be enough. Because no one wants to actually build anything. They want it already established.

"Where is your line exactly? The grave? Again?" She inquires, "When they can start fighting for themselves? When you're recorded in the history books as one of the best of us all? What, Devlin? What is your end goal here?"

She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow expectantly.

She doesn't understand how he isn't resentful that so much is being piled onto him. Why doesn't he appear to have boundaries or some kind of point that if a certain event were to happen, he'd stop altogether and tell someone else to deal with it?

[oculusmaledictus]

Ulysses let out a quiet, humorless laugh, leaning back in his chair as his gaze dragged over her with open irritation this time. “Please,” he muttered, tapping his fingers once against the rim of his glass before setting it down a little harder than necessary. “If I had a choice, I’d sooner spend my evening surrounded by a dozen feeble minded nymphs than waste it on someone as hard headed as you.” His lip curled faintly, the memory of her rejection still lingering somewhere beneath the surface of his composure.

He exhaled through his nose, broad shoulders loosening as if forcing himself back into control, and leaned forward slightly. His voice dropped, quieter now, meant only for her. “But we both know that is not the situation, do we. We are here because we were told to be. And we will sit here and play along, because whether you like it or not, neither of us walks out on him.” He glanced upwards for the briefest moment, an unspoken acknowledgment of Zeus, before returning to her. “Yes, even me. A son of Poseidon can be coerced when the king decides it.”

His expression smoothed again, something smug creeping back in as he tilted his head at her. “So spare me the dramatics and sit through it. Besides, you cannot be that upset that it is me, can you?” He taunted.

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"I suppose that's the difference between us, darling cousin. You're accustomed to easy, and I've been raised up to be the next ruler of the Underworld." She muses before taking a sip of her wine. "Makes sense why you'd prefer pretty, mindless things to a woman who doesn't need a man in the first place." Or really have time for one.

Isabelle's green hues flit up to Zeus. It's clear she's itching to be defiant and just walk out, but she keeps her back pressed into the back of her chair. "He's on a power trip. What do I care if he wants to be a creep and try to play dolls?" She scoffs before taking another sip.

She looks unimpressed with his attempt to lighten the mood. She's practically holding onto her ire like she's holding onto a knife blade. No matter how much it hurts or how much she bleeds, she refuses to let go.

"I don't take kindly to being summoned to luncheons when I have things to do. And I especially don't take kindly to people attempting to set me up with anyone."

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[vyrulent]

He stops at her mention that he's busy. He is. Very much so.

But he is trying to be a better father so he stops. Hades turns to face his daughter. There's obviously something that's bothering her.

"What's going on?"

[qceensofkings]

She can tell, in that moment of hesitation, that he's trying to be better. There's a small part of her that wants to admire him for it, and another part of her is still angry that she never had a father who wasn't always running off to work.

He's too busy all the time. Too busy to even let her enjoy a few minutes at home and talk to him.

"Nothing. I'll see you at dinner or whenever," She turns on her heel to leave.

[musedbyalli]

"At times. Generally, I tend to not be in this realm without a contract." Sure, Sebastian had pushed his luck a few times with sticking around without a contract, but it generally wasn't worth it.

[qceensofkings]

Isabelle doesn't bother questioning that point. She often disappears into the Underworld when she gets bored or just tired of the living. "So is it actually Hell that you and your kind come from or..."

[legends-and-savages]

"I cannot speak for everyone else." Dracula said. A small raised eyebrow from him. That was a tone he was not expecting but she clearly was not from around here. "I am curious are you always like this or did I catch you on a bad day?"

[qceensofkings]

She's all too aware that she sounds foreign, especially with her American vernacular of English. Though she has a more Greek complexion and profile, she's clearly not a native Transylvanian.

"I hardly think manners and disposition matter much in the event of being pursued by assailants, don't you? Or are you not accustomed to the annoyance of being hunted?"

[legends-and-savages]

Homelander wasn't a stranger to doing what most of America would consider bad. He didn't care one way or another. The fact she didn't seem to mind either was different. One couldn't say he had a lot of experience. Between Madelyn and Stormfront it was the extent, but she was different.

He got the hint when she moved. He finished pulling her shirt off. Hands going back to her skin as his head dipped toward her clavicle. Pressing kisses along the curved as one hand drifted up her side until he could cup one of her breasts. His thumb moving across the nipple.

[qceensofkings]

Isabelle has had a few partners, but none have ever held her interest very long. Not since the one that had decided being paid to watch her was worth more than actually being a partner and lover. But she hasn't really had much interest in dating, anyway. She's entirely too busy working most days.

She sighs softly when his lips move to her clavicle, a hand moving to gently slip into his hair as he kisses her. She shivers when he brushes his thumb over her nipple, her eyelids fluttering briefly.

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@oculusmaledictus continued from x.

Isabelle had argued with her uncle quite enthusiastically about how she didn't meddle in his affairs - he shouldn't meddle in hers. Even if he's King of Olympus, that didn't grant him the power to order her about when her domain was the Underworld, especially since neither of them often passed through the other's domain. She left the pomp and politics to her father. Hades was already aware that Isabelle would rather behave like a snarling wild dog than have anyone order her around, especially when it came to courtships.

But Hades had politely convinced her that it would get Zeus off her back if she just attended this meeting and was civil. So she begrudingly dons one of the dresses she's hardly ever worn anywhere and presents herself.

When she walks in, she smells him before she sees him. She immediately stops in her tracks, her lip threatening to curl. Her nails bite into her palms as he makes a point of scraping his chair across the floor, her jaw setting as she attempts not to immediately shoot Zeus a glare.

"Bold of you to assume I wasn't coerced to be here." She scoffs as she moves to take her seat, "You all think too highly of yourselves to think I want to be in any of your domains. Mine suits my needs and desires just fine."

[legends-and-savages]

Ramsay was not a simple man by any means. There were plenty of people who would call him difficult. "I was just doing a check on everyone that is what a lord does." Most of the people grated on him, but she was different. She was almost someone he would have fun with. No not a marriage per say, but she would be fun to keep around.

[qceensofkings]

"Oh, how caring our young lord is," She muses with a small grin, "I feel safer already." She teases as she toys with one of her knives as they walk, the hounds padding ahead of them, weaving through the brush.

"Well, if you'd like, you're more than welcome to stay for supper. Someone managed to down a boar, apparently."

[legends-and-savages]

"Ah." Daemon said. "That is sometimes how parents are." Daemon did not have that experience but he had heard plenty of stories from some people around him. "You are just fine without her."

[qceensofkings]

Isabelle looks up at him when he compliments her. The corner of her lip curls slightly in response; it could almost be mistaken for a smile.

"I suppose I should take a compliment from the Rogue Prince..."

[oculusmaledictus]

“And here I thought you kept me around for my winning personality,” he mused, eyes glinting faintly. “Tell me, do you ever tire of threatening me, or is that where you find all your fun?”

He shifted his stance, just enough to lean a fraction closer, voice lowering with dry curiosity. “Because I can’t imagine it’s very satisfying, plotting my demise every other breath. Seems like a dreadful waste when there are far more interesting things you could be doing with me."

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[qceensofkings]

Isabelle scoffs and rolls her eyes in response, "Do you ever pull a muscle when you reach so far? Do you really think my free time consists of scheming against you in any capacity?"

"Sweetheart, for me to have that much of an obsession with you, you'd have to matter a great deal to me. At worst, you're a stray that keeps wandering back."

[legends-and-savages]

"It is important that I am kept happy." Ramsay said. Bad things happened when he was not kept happy. Blue eyes tracking the hounds as they went past him. "I have no doubt of that." Ramsay said. "I was just closer and thought I would lend assistance."

[qceensofkings]

Isabelle hums in response, walking with him. "And what would make the Lord of the North happy today? Aside from killing trespassers on my land?" She asks as she looks over at him.

[legends-and-savages]

If he was a better person he should stop this since she had a night, but he was not. And while this had been a surprise it was going to be interesting to see how this was going to go.

A noise in the back of his throat when she nipped at his lip. Hand tightening on her hip as returned the favor. He was mindful that it was just as light the hand that had been shifting up her body pulled back so that he could tug at her shirt to pull it off.

[qceensofkings]

Isabelle doesn't want him to be a better person. She wants them to abandon every logical reason they shouldn't be doing this. They've already done immoral and illegal things for each other in their efforts to obtain their desires. She's not going to stop him now, and she doesn't want him to.

She shifts for him, moving so that he can get her shirt off her. She lifts her arms for him, revealing her lack of a bra since she'd showered and changed clothes before he came to check on her.