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Fiona- -# Perched comfortably on the armchair, one knee resting beside him on the cushion on the throne chair before leaning in. Her hands gripped either side of the chair as she watched him take the grape, a smug smile tugging at a corner of her lips. Shifting her weight, she rested her cheek against her palm, elbow propped lazily against the armrest.

Heh. Then I guess you’d already be six feet under, wouldn’t you~?

• She’d hold the plate in one hand before plucking it with her teeth, taking it off its stem. She’d get closer again, her voice laced with amusement and a low sensual pitch, but behind it all- she genuinely felt affectionate. She wasn’t planning to do anything ~~not that we can do that, nor do I want to~~ , she just wanted to have fun with her beloved king. And it’s the small things like this that makes them feel like they’re the only two people on the planet.

Because, sweetheart, if anything’s gonna be the end of you… it’d be me~

• Of course, the words weren’t spoken as a threat, quite the opposite. She truly meant it as if fate ever came for one of them, the other wouldn’t be far behind. She truly wouldn’t be able to live without him, and… she hopes he feels the same. But, instead of taking the same fate, he would endure and continue surviving, for her sake. But I suppose he’d want the same for her, then.

• Her gaze lingers longer than it should, her eyes like a daze as it got lost into his. She’d put a hand on his chest, feeling his ever so slightly quick paced heartbeat. She’d let out a soft, purr-like chuckle before going,

Aww~… if your heartbeat goes any faster than that, you’re gonna wear yourself out before the main course~

• /nonsexual/nsx

• Her tail flickers lazily behind her, swaying side to side.

I FINALLY MADE A RESPONSE ))

meeooowwwww)

Sorry, I’ll try responding tonight but I can’t guarantee that my message will be long))

Fiona- # Not my problem~

• Her grin would grow at his response, clearly pleased that her little teasing had actually managed to catch him off guard for even a moment. That was rare, seeing as they’ve been together for so long— surely he’s seen everything about her. But perhaps it’s been a while they have actually hung out.

• Either way, she would have her hand remain loosely in his for a few seconds before she let him guide it away, her fingers curling around his almost absentmindedly as she tilted her head, his boasting only makes her smile- genuinely. She thinks it’s endearing whenever he talks about himself that way. ~~Especially since he does have self hate in another way.. even though he would always refuse it~~ — She gave a quiet, amused hum before shifting herself more comfortably against the arm of the throne, her tail flicking lazily behind her as she leaned just a little closer, her eyes wandering over him before returning to his own. Her eyes half lidded, she’d gaze into his blue eyes with her own- his eyes were like an ocean, and she was getting lost in his waves. And despite it all, she could breathe underwater. And she’d like to keep it that way, flowing with the breeze~

| Oh, I know, sweetheart. Believe me, I know just how stubborn you are~

• She’d say softly as she gives his nose a boop before moving her hand down to give his hand a gentle squeeze, her smile softening for just a moment as the playful edge gave way to something more genuine. She had missed this. More than she would ever willingly admit out loud, really. Months without him had left far too much empty time for her to think, and now that he was finally here again, she found herself wanting to savor every little moment rather than let it pass by. Her gaze lingered on him as if committing the sight to memory, and then that familiar, typical mischievous look returned. A smug expression, almost looking like a cat. Her tail wags ever so slightly faster.

| As for what I have planned? Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t~

Fiona- -# She’d giggle softly. She would then turn, adjusting herself so she can hop right into Scourge’s lap, her legs hanging over the stone arm— or perhaps soft, fabric covered arm- her torso was turning to face him as she places her elbow against the other throne arm, her chin propped lightly against the back of her hand as she watched him. There was something she was keeping to herself, though it wasn’t anything sinister. If anything, she’d been quietly putting together a few little things over the past several days, making sure everything was in place before tomorrow came around, and she was rather proud of herself for managing to keep it under wraps. She wasn’t about to ruin the surprise by letting even the smallest hint slip, though. Instead, she simply reached over and gently fixed the collar of his black leather jacket, making sure the jacket’s collar was flared outwards; the gesture almost domestic despite the teasing smile on her face.

| But~…

• She’d hum,

| After being stuck without you for months, I think I’m allowed to be a little happy to have my king back, don’t you think?

• She paused, her expression becoming softer as she looked down- not really looking at anything in particular as her index finger brushed lightly- almost absentmindedly- over his knuckles before it gradually came to a stop.

• She would stretch, her legs stretching out as she bent her body outwards(?), one of her arms were folded behind her back as the other one was stretched out behind her head.

• She’d let out a soft, small groan before relaxing.+

| Besides… somebody has to keep that ego of yours entertained. Wouldn’t want you getting bored now, would we~?

• Though, it only made her ponder about his time at the prison- she can only think about it. Surely it wasn’t as bad as no zone, his quills seemed perfectly fine! Gaia, she wouldn’t hear the end of his complaining about his shaven quills after they broke him out of the no zone prison. Luckily, it grows back.

• Anyways, she didn’t plan to ask about it for now. She didn’t want to ruin this nice, peaceful, and genuine moment for once.

))

What are you talking about it’s longer than my response if not the same ))

Fiona- # I’ll make you miss the misery!

• It was honestly one of those rare moments where these two get to be this close. Despite the attempt of trying to not sound sappy, Fiona still thought what he said was downright heart warming. Just a little bit flustered, with her reddened cheeks almost the same color as her fur- she’d roll her eyes while she can’t help but smile. Which was clearly different than the smug look she’s had this entire time.

• in fact, she had caught the change in his voice, subtle as it was, and she wasn’t about to let him get away with pretending it meant nothing. Her tail gave a small, pleased flick beneath her legs, beside the stone throne as she looked at him, her hand holding his shoulder firmly. It would trace the seams of his jacket before going underneath it, idly rubbing her thumb through his short green fur.

• The more she thought about him trying his hardest to not seem sappy about missing her, the more it made her smile widen- not with affection— I mean that too— but with mischief. As she leaned on her hand, she looked at Scourge with a big smug look before going,

| Awww~ so the king does have a soft spot~.. you missed me thaaat much~? You’re sooo adorable.

• She said in a purring and teasing tone, dragging almost every word, intentionally provoking him. She would then boop his nose ~~for the second time. It won’t be the last teehee~~.

• She’d giggle,

| Anyways~..

• Her expression grew almost that of thoughtful. She certainly had imagined plenty of things while he was gone, but most of them involved simply getting him back and making sure he didn’t immediately disappear again. Still, she wasn’t going to hand him that satisfaction so easily. While she was not exactly the clingy type, she would still wanna be beside him at all times. And when they needed space, thoughts of him wouldn’t leave her. I mean, not unless he annoyed her for whatever reason- like the time he ate the brownie leftovers in the fridge. Like yeah it was a couple years ago, but even then, it had her name on it AND it was from an old friend of hers and she didn’t even get to try it! It took them a few days to try reading the baking instructions to remake the brownies. But all it did was make a mess of flour and chocolate power, while it was funny and sweet… quite literally- it was one of those reasons why she would ignore him intentionally.

• Now for a serious reason, they would sometimes take breaks. But it wouldn’t really last long. Fiona knew that scourge knew that she would just come back eventually.

• Either way, she would pause for a moment, glancing toward the open space beyond the throne room before looking back at him. Her tail swaying slightly.

| Although.. since you’ve been gone for so long, I hope being imprisoned didn’t weaken your ability to fight~

• She’d sit up, moving her legs to in front of the throne before getting up, turning around, and leaning forward to him, her leg resting in between his/nsx.

| I know I’ve been practicing my fighting skills, might just be better than yours.~ But I wouldn’t challenge me if I were you!

• She giggled.

I’ll try to respond to this today))

Dw chat , daddy’s home

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Fiona- # I tried being the 'good girl.' But it's just not who I am~

Fiona- ** **

Fiona- -# Not only had she gone months without seeing him, but she was also practically bursting with excitement over the little surprise she’d been keeping to herself. Surely, Scourge would notice her being excited to show him something, considering it was his birthday today (not actually, but this Roleplay takes place as such because this dumbahh owner forgot and didn’t reply in time ToT)

• Being without Scourge for so long had left her feeling rather lonely, though she’d sooner bite her own tongue off than admit just how much she’d missed having him around. Most days, she’d occupied herself with cooking something up, raiding the freezer for ice cream, and lounging around while watching her favorite action shows. And romance? Oh, please. You’d think a woman like her would have a soft spot for those sappy love stories, but you’d be sorely mistaken. It took a particularly good series to get so much as a reaction out of her, and most of the romance shows these days were downright insufferable. At least, in her opinion. And, knowing Scourge, she’d wager he’d agree. They’d both watch romance movies and make fun of everyone’s decisions; though, sometimes, they’d get real into it… they wouldn’t admit that though~

• She’d squint slightly as he ruffled the fur atop her head, her ears twitching in mild annoyance. With a small, halfhearted motion, she’d nudge his hand away- not that she was particularly bothered by the gesture itself— it was just as irritating as her of booping his nose. Besides, she had far more important things on her mind at the moment, anyway.

Fiona- -# of him, really. Subtlety had never been his strong suit.

• However, during his absence, Fiona had taken the liberty of making a few changes of her own. Nothing too drastic, of course—she wasn’t about to strip the place of its character entirely. Instead, she’d added lengths of red fabric along the upper walls, just beneath the ceiling, allowing them to drape neatly between each of his precious banners. A few of the tablecloths scattered throughout the castle had received similar treatment, replaced with red ones that suited her tastes far better. And if he dared whine about it, she was just gonna brush her tail at his face and tell him “too bad!” She found the red fabric from some abandoned castle from another island and honestly it gave her that amazing idea.

• And just like that, the castle’s familiar green and black palette had gained a touch of crimson. A touch of her. It was still obviously Scourge’s domain, with his likeness plastered practically everywhere, but now there was a little bit of her in it, too. It was like a subtle reminder that the king wasn’t the only one who called this place home. That she also existed in his domain, and get to call that domain- her’s as well.

• That was the strongest reasons why she appreciated Scourge so much, because he would acknowledge her among a crowd… when everyone else is focused on him.

• Besides, if she was going to be stuck living in a castle with a man who’d probably hang his own portrait in every available room if given the chance, she might as well make the place a little more accommodating to her tastes.

Fiona- -# As for the castle, well… what else was she supposed to do while her beloved king was away? It wasn’t as though she’d spend every waking moment moping around like some lovesick fool. Much of the original decor had been Scourge’s doing, from the banners bearing his own face and the jagged black and green carpets- as well as the other green color palette among most of the furniture. And it honestly very typical of him, really. Subtlety had never been his strong suit.

• However, during his absence, Fiona had taken the liberty of making a few changes of her own. Nothing too drastic, of course—she wasn’t about to strip the place of its character entirely. Instead, she’d added lengths of red fabric along the upper walls, just beneath the ceiling, allowing them to drape neatly between each of his precious banners. A few of the tablecloths scattered throughout the castle had received similar treatment, replaced with red ones that suited her tastes far better. And if he dared whine about it, she was just gonna brush her tail at his face and tell him “too bad!” She found the red fabric from some abandoned castle from another island and honestly it gave her that amazing idea.

Fiona- -# And just like that, the castle’s familiar green and black palette had gained a touch of crimson. A touch of her. It was still obviously Scourge’s domain, with his likeness plastered practically everywhere, but now there was a little bit of her in it, too. It was like a subtle reminder that the king wasn’t the only one who called this place home. That she also existed in his domain, and get to call that domain- her’s as well.

• That was the strongest reasons why she appreciated Scourge so much, because he would acknowledge her among a crowd… when everyone else is focused on him.

• Besides, if she was going to be stuck living in a castle with a man who’d probably hang his own portrait in every available room if given the chance, she might as well make the place a little more accommodating to her tastes.

Fiona- -# Either way, all of a sudden, Fiona barely had a moment to react before the green blur zipped past her, only for Scourge to reappear at her side with that ever so familiar, insufferably smug grin of his. Honestly, she ought to have expected it, the man could never resist an opportunity to show off, could he? And yet, despite herself, she found the whole display rather amusing… and endearing. Her ears flicked slightly as his hand settled against her hip, her gaze following him when he suddenly appeared on her other side. She turned her head, only to find a bouquet of flowers held out before her.

• She blinked a couple times in surprise, trying to process it for a split second. Afterwards, her lips would gradually curl into a smug grin. Oh, this bastard. She’d think, shaking her head as she quietly laughed and mouthed “oh my Gaia-“ with an exasperated look. He’s so silly sometimes, if only other people could see just how stupid this silly man is.

• It was amusing how he would first assume what she had meant, then disappear for a split second with a bouquet. If she knew they were going to present surprises this early, she would have already!

• Still, she couldn’t deny that the gesture had caught her a little off guard. Not that she’d ever admit that aloud, obviously. Instead, she reached over, taking the bouquet from his grasp as she lifted it toward her face, inspecting the flowers with an exaggeratedly— jokingly, might I add— thoughtful expression. Her nose twitched slightly as she gave them a small sniff, her tail swaying behind her.

|| Hmmm… flowers, huh?

• She hummed, turning the bouquet around in her hands before glancing back up at him through half lidded eyes with a smirk, her other hand on her hip.

Fiona- -# She’d roll her eyes,

|| Oh my,

• She started,

|| What’s this? Have you finally learned how to court a lady properly, your majesty?

• She chuckled, leaning forward to press a quick kiss against his cheek before pulling away just enough to look at him again. Of course, she’d never let him enjoy the satisfaction of receiving a straightforward thank you. Where would the fun be in that?

Fiona- -# Though, truth be told, she rather liked the flowers. It was a small thing, really, but after months of being separated from him, she found herself appreciating the little gestures more than she cared to admit. She’d spent enough time wondering when she’d get to see him again, wondering when she’d get to get these little moments again… and now that he was finally here, she wasn’t particularly eager to waste a perfectly good evening arguing over who could throw the nastiest punch. Even though she was wanting to do the fight just so she could lead it to her grandest surprise.

• Besides, she could always beat him up tomorrow.

|| And for your information, I never said your skills were bad, sweetheart. Don’t go putting words in my mouth just because you love hearing yourself talk

• She teased, reaching up to straighten his shades with a single finger before giving his shoulder near his chest a playful little pat. She wouldn’t touch his chest a lot, knowing that he was still a bit self conscious about it- while not a lot, it was still noticeable to her.

|| I merely suggested that a few months in a cell might’ve made you a little rusty.

• Either way, her grin would widen as her ears perked up slightly as another thought crossed her mind.

But if you’re so confident in those oh so mighty abilities of yours…

• She’d say, pausing as she looked him up and down with a jokingly skeptical expression, her brow raised as she smirked,

Fiona- > || …Then I suppose I’ll just have to take your word for it..

• She’d shrug,

|| For now..

• She’d flash him a wink before turning on her heel, the tips of her heels clicking against the floor as she took a few steps toward the throne room’s exit. Which is probably the entrance of the castle. Her tail swished behind her, the bouquet held casually in one hand as she glanced back over her shoulder at him.

• Truthfully, she hadn’t forgotten his suggestion. A quiet evening together sounded rather appealing, especially after everything he’d been through. It would just be the two of them, with absolutely no one around to ruin the fun. Hopefully, at least.

• Well… aside from the poor souls unfortunate enough to live in the castle and the small makeshift kingdom.

• She couldn’t help but snicker at that thought.

|| Fine, fine. We can spend some quality time together. Wouldn’t want my beloved king getting all pouty because his girlfriend won’t give him attention~

• She’d turn around fully, walking backward for a couple of steps as she beckoned him over with a curl of her finger. Her expression softened ever so slightly, the usual teasing glint in her eyes giving way to something a little more genuine.

Fiona- > || Well, come on, then, big guy. You’ve got an entire castle at your disposal, and I’m sure there’s something in this place that doesn’t look like it was decorated by a tyrant with absolutely no taste

• She giggled, holding the bouquet against her chest as she turned to continue down the hall, though not before throwing one last glance in his direction.

• And for once, she wasn’t in any particular hurry to get anywhere. She’d spent enough time without him already. Tonight, she could afford to slow down a little.

• Though, she wasn’t sure when to show his gift to him. As it was all in the kitchen. As long as they don’t go in there, it’d be fine.

|| Though…

• She hummed, with a finger planted at her bottom lip, curiously.

|| I do have a surprise for you at the end of the day…

• She plants both her arms on her hips, her leg over the other while she stood.

|| unless you want that gift early

• She says with a teasing tone.

))