Soaping with Andi
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Thread Topic: Soaping with Andi
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(I am ThisOneGirlBEA but my device is off right now)
"I'll get to rest?" She was a bit upset he had pulled away, but understood that he probably didn't like being touched. Octavia herself was a very cuddly person, who loved snuggling, even more so when she was sleepy. She yawned again, closing her eyes, wobbling a little, as if she was about to pass out. She didn't, though, and opened them back up, blinking in the sun light. "You know, for a kidnapper, you're kind of nice," She muttered, giving him a short-lived smile. -
(Added you, I'll send the photos over)
"I'm just under orders," he replied quietly, escorting her up to the castle steps and into the entryway. It was a large, grand space, but his frequent visiting of it and her upbringing left both of them unimpressed with its elegance. He led her into the main hall and then into a room off of it, where the rest of the kidnapping party was waiting along with the king. All eyes moved to rest on the two new presences in the room.
The king smiled at Octavia. "Princess, how wonderful of you to join us. I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay as our prisoner." He turned and gave Rowan a slightly-approving grin. "Sir Ankeren, excellent work securing the pris--princess. Of course, you must be expecting a reward, and rightly so! While she is here, you shall act as her guard. I expect this'll be no trouble for you?"
No matter how it sounded, it wasn't a question. Rowan nodded. "Of course, your majesty. To which room should I take the princess?"
"Third floor, the one overlooking the garden." With that, Rowan and the princess were dismissed. The room itself was an excellent place to keep a prisoner like Octavia, as there was no way to scale the wall beneath it, see into the room, or climb out of it. It was merely a fancy prison cell. -
(Ye)
Octavia didn't speak to the king, nor even look at him. She kept her eyes on her feet, realizing that now that she was in the castle, there was absolutely no way for her to escape. The princess was glad, however, that she wasn't to be kept underground. The room was nice enough, much, much smaller than her own, but it would do. It had it's own bathing area, and a large bed, as well as a small trunk of clothes she assumed belonged to a noble lady, as they were much too nice for a servant to wear.
Originally, Octavia had planned to sleep, but now she was feeling the way her clothes stuck to her, the grim under her nails, and the tangles in her hair. So, she selected a simple dress that wasn't at all something she would normally wear, but among the less hideous options. There weren't any underclothes in the chest, so she would have to wash her's in the bathing area, and lay them out to dry. "If you don't mind," She mumbled, turning to Rowan, "Could you get me a towel, some soap, and perhaps a robe?" -
(How is that simple? wait hold on ARE you a fan of walk the moon?)
He'd followed the princess upstairs, annoyed that he wasn't part of the conversation downstairs. Who knew what they were talking about? All that he knew was that he would certainly be the butt of most of the jokes passed around between the rest of group. Rowan had never actually been in this room, as it was usually used for visiting nobles and was maintained by servants. He collapsed in one of the overstuffed chairs, ignoring how much filth he'd probably tracked into the place. He was glad that the princess was paying more attention to the room than him, since he was definitely much dirtier, and most of his scars were visible, in the light.
He started a bit when the princess started talking once again. He'd been caught in a daydream about, well... who knows. He stood up and gave her a kind smile. "I... of course. I'll be right back."
As soon as he was out of the room, he went to find a servant. They'd bring him the requested supplies much faster. Besides, he was supposed to be guarding the prisoner, not running errands for her. -
(Yeah they're pretty cool but everytime someone mentions them I think about A Rocket to the Moon and I like them also and there are too many moons
And it's simple for her)
When he returned, Octavia was already in the bathing room, and had stripped off her clothing. The water in the small pool was cool, and she didn't fully emerge herself in it, but sat on the edge with her legs in the water. At current, she was undoing her braided crown, combing her black locks out with her fingers. Never once in her life had her hair been cut, and it was extremely long now, and would almost reach her ankles if she stood with it upbraided. Often, she had wanted to cut it, but had always feared her parents reaction to it. After a moment of thinking about this, she realized that now was the perfect chance for her to cut it. Of course, Rowan would never give her a weapon, but would he cut it for her?
"Rowan? Come here, please." -
(They are so important. Definitely a huge cause for bonding with one of my best friends. Also our poor awkward baby)
He'd delivered the necessary toiletries to the princess, then returned to the main part of the room. She seemed to trust him, and he didn't want to ruin that by coming off as a pervert. He was just about to start a fire for her in the room's fireplace when she called for him. He successfully lit the fire, then left it to burn as he went to check on her.
As he walked in, he suddenly found himself caught off guard. The princess's long braids were taken out, meaning that her long, thick hair covered pretty much everything, but still... the reasonable part of him told him to step back out and wait until she'd put something on. The rest of him suggested that everything was fine, perhaps even the best opportunity he'd had in a long time.
He averted his gaze and let out an awkward cough. "You... do you want to--do you want me to wait," he paused, choking on his words, then continued, "um, should I wait outside? What do you need?" -
(Yes they are very nice
oh poor baby Octavia is used to servants seeing her without clothes she doesn't even realize)
"You can come in, silly," Octavia responded, turning so that she was facing him. "My hair. I was wondering.. Can you cut it? With your sword? Well, not with your sword. With a dagger, maybe? Short. It's too hot for long hair," She said, and then realized it was fall, and coughed, blushing. "I mean, I.. I've never cut it. And my parents have never allowed me to. This would be my chance. Can you, please? It's really heavy." Octavia realized, then, why he was so hesitant about coming in, and laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh. Have you never seen a naked woman, Rowan? I would have assumed you had. I'm sorry." -
(He's just so awkward around royalty he doesn't know how to do this also what if someone finds out and he's like, beheaded or something. normal Rowan questions)
"I have," he choked out, "but you're... ugh, nevermind." He swallowed the nervousness this was causing him--what if someone walked in and thought it wasn't as innocent as it was and that they were--and walked over, sitting next to her on the edge of the bath. Rowan tried to focus more on her face than... oh no, now he had a view of her front, too. "How much do you want me to cut off?" he asked as he retrieved his dagger from its spot on his belt. -
(Nah Octavia don't care.)
"Hm.. All of it, I think. This may be the only time I get to cut it," She suggested, lowering her hand away from his mouth. He looked uncomfortable, and she tried to ease his worries by pulling her legs out of the water, sitting with them crossed. She turned so that her back was to him, moving her hair so that it covered his lap in a black, silky veil. It was heavy, and rather thick, and Octavia really did hate having to take care of it. "Well, not all of it. But short. About to my ears," She clarified, staring at his wavering reflection in the water below them. "So you've seen naked woman? That's interesting. Do you have a lover? I do. Or, did.. I think he's dead, actually. He was one of the guard. Posted at the front gates, most of the time. And your people wouldn't have gotten in if he wasn't. That's alright. We weren't really in love, I don't think. Oh, and we never made love, either. It was more of just a.. Very close friendship, I suppose," She rambled, closing her eyes. -
(Rowan worries a lot okay he is in a constant state of panic)
Wait, did this mean he had to talk about his own experiences now? He pulled her hair into a huge handful and raised the dagger, giving her a moment or two if she wanted to change her mind. "I... of course I have! There've been a few. Not really lovers, just... flings, I guess. A few years back, I uh... I went home to my village. I was kind of embarrassed, since all of the other knights are of some sort of noble descent and were sent large parties to escort them home, but I was completely on my own. Anyway, when I got back, I found out that, uh... my best childhood friend was engaged. While I was there, she came over one night and helped me clean up the shop for the night, then confessed to me that she, uh... she'd always hoped it'd be me instead. After that we, uh..."
He held the top of what he'd chopped off, staring at it with uncertainty. He couldn't believe they'd just done that. It wasn't permanent, but seventeen years' worth of work was close. What was left went about halfway down her neck. "You don't want me to mess it up, and it looks okay right now." -
(hahaha well just wait it'll get worse)
"Oh. Oh, she.. Was unloyal. That's not right. In my kingdom, a woman can be beheaded for sleeping with another man. Unless it was against her will, of course. Then the man she slept with is beheaded. There's an awful lot of beheading, actually. I don't attend them, nor does my mother. My father does." She hummed, shaking her hair out, touching it. It felt strange, but she loved it the moment she caught her reflection in the water. Octavia stood, turning to face him, her hips level with his face. "I think you should join me. In the bath, I mean. You smell horrible, and you're absolutely covered in grim" Octavia teased, slipping into the water. It was deep, and since she was short, it came up to her neck. -
(Oh my god they would so behead him. Like seven times)
He gulped nervously. "I... uh. He was unloyal too. I would know." He looked away when she stood up, and was about to stand to leave. She was teasing him. He knew it. What he didn't know was whether he loved or hated it. His breath caught, causing him to nearly choke, as soon as she mentioned him joining her. He hadn't planned on it, but ended up doing so anyway when he slipped and fell back into the tub, landing on her legs. The soaked prince slowly pulled himself back up, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. -
(Poor baby
also it's not really a tub but a small pool. Like a deep hot tub, but cold water. And there's a doorway that you can open, and the water will empty out of the wall. And then you close it and refill it.)
"Oh!" Octavia flailed backward when he fell, and ended up laughing, loudly, shoulders shaking with the moment of her giggles. She moved over, though, eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'll take that as a yes. And now you must take off your clothes. They're soaked," She muttered, and then pulled his shirt free from his pants without asking, leaving him to undo the buttons. Octavia herself wasn't really the ideal of beauty, but she was rather close to it. Her chest was small, but still noticeable, and her body was cleanly shaved, and other than the spotting of freckles across her shoulders and back, and the scar on her neck, she was like an untouched canvas. -
"I-I need to... I should, uh..." He tried to pull himself up, only to fall back in once again. This was the worst possible situation for him to be in. If she'd been anyone else, he would've been all for it. But no, she had to be a princess. He managed to pull himself up and out of her bath. As he walked out of the bathroom, he went between silently cursing and praising himself. A wasted opportunity, a potentially saved future. He didn't want to get beheaded.
When he reached the door, he called down to one of the servants, asking him to bring a towel and some spare clothing from his own bedroom. -
As soon at Rowan was gone, Octavia burst into a fit of giggles, leaning against the wall of the bath. His reaction had been priceless. Of course, she planned on messing with him for the whole duration of her stay. It wasn't every day that she was held captive by a passably cute boy, anyways.
It was a full fifteen minutes later that Octavia returned to the bedroom, hair ruffled crazily around her head, wearing the dress she had selected. Her underclothes still laid beside the bathing pool, drying in the air. Mindless of this, she dropped onto her stomach on the bed, well aware of the dress rolling up almost to her hips. "Rowaaaan," She whined, rolling, the dress moving higher. "I'm cold."
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