Fantasy The Dark Side of the Moon

[IdyllicDreamer]

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Surprise would be the first emotion Isabella felt when he grabbed her so suddenly, he was upset that much was easily clear. It swept over her faster than his grip on her arms did, faster than she found herself up against the door. A small wince, a little gasp, as she looked back at him. He was upset about the ring, but why she had been sure to keep it safe for him, just as she said she would.

"Orion..." She said quietly, trying to guage why he was so afraid, no, panicked over it not being visible on her person. It was impossible to tell just from a glance, a word, her feeling though. "What's wrong..? The ring is fine..."

She couldn't very well get it from where she was though, not against the door, with him between her and the rest of her room.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer [/div]
"NO NO NO!! Don't call me that just, just give me my ring back!!" His hands gripped her arms even harder before she poke again. He almost growled like and animal before throwing her to the floor. "Tell me where it is!! Tell me now!!" There was no peace, no calm, no joy in him at all, even the exhaustion simmering out into deep anger.
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[IdyllicDreamer]

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It was progressing rapidly, the situation growing rapidly out of control as she felt the change in situation, before she could try and add anything else in though she suddenly found herself thrust to the floor. A small, startled, cry came out as she certainly hadn't expected that. What had happened to result in his emotions running so high...?

"I can get it." She spoke softly as she started to get back up, smoothing out he nightgown before she stood entirely. Heading over towards her bed, the nightstand beside it, she would open the drawer to pull out a small box. Inside of the box would be the ring with that ribbon still on it, safely tucked away.

"See? It's okay, Orion. It's safe." Of course she held it out to him, a look of concern on her face over it all.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer [/div]
His breath, his heavy panting, gre louder as she walked slowly her nightstand. He almost lost it right there watching her take her time as she went to retrieve his ring. How couold she act so calm? Couldn't she see he was in a hurry? She should have at least seen that he was not in a mood for games.

His eyes twitched a little as she produced a small box, his body lurching forward at the flash of gold. She had barely finished her sentence when he tried to take it from her.
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[IdyllicDreamer]

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The brunette couldn't help but jerk slightly at that point, simply letting him take the box and ring within at that point. There would be a quiet sigh from her at that before she would sit down on the bed. It was so intense, the anger, it washed through and she wasn't sure what exactly could have ever made her feel like that. Was there anything...?

"I kept it safe, I promised..." Still, in spite of the reception, and his behavior up until now, she was glad he had come back... Even if it was only for his ring, it still gave her more of a chance overall. A chance to try... what? Something, anything, she had no plans of giving up.

"Are you okay, Orion...?" He would be calmer now, right?
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer [/div]
Jerking the box from her hand, he took the ring out and tossed the box aside. He examined it carefully, as he hand just done with Isabella moments ago, finding every little design and edge in order. The crack in the sapphire made him sigh softly, reminding him of a time when it was whole and filling him with relief.

He turned, glaring at her for only a moment before walking to the door. “Goodbye Princess.”
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[IdyllicDreamer]

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Silver eyes were wide at that point, face jerking towards him when it was clear that he was planning on leaving. What happened? Why was there such a sudden shift in things now? It had been okay, fine, they were getting along... Then he came back and, what, what had happened? She couldn't piece it together, why was he angry with her? Was it even her?

"Wait, no!" The brunette spoke quickly before she got up, racing for the door to try and get between him and it, what could she do here? Everything was so messy, cluttered, how did she deal with it? What should she do...?

"You're all wet and cold, you shouldn't go back out while it's like that!" Isabella's voice was still a rushed thing, not wanting him to leave of course.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer [/div]
She slipped between as he reached the door, trying to get him to stay however he could. A frown took no time to present itself on his face, as did the fury in his eyes.

“Isabella get out of my way before you get hurt.” Orion wasn’t a man of warnings. Really, he didn’t stop to tell anyone of anything he was going to do at all, unless he had to. The only reason he warned Isabella was because he didn’t want to tarnish that sweet moment that had had together before by the ugly memory of her screaming in horror.
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[IdyllicDreamer]

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There had to be something she could do, anything, it couldn't simply be over already. Isabella refused to give up, fingers clenching a little on either side of her as she kept her back pressed to the door. What had changed, she still couldn't piece it together, it had only been two days after all! That pleasant moment, a nice memory, before they parted ways to this.

"You've been doing whatever you wanted since we left, why can't I do what I want now...?" She didn't want to move, didn't want to just let him leave so easily in it all. There were more complications to this than she understood and she needed to pull them together as soon as she could. Time was running out...

"Please just talk to me, you don't have to tell me anything, you don't have to care... just, please don't go."
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer [/div]
Orion huffed softly, his hands balling into fists. Isabella. A sweet, kind, naive little girl. She might have been an adult but she certainly didn’t act like one. He didn’t care either way, not anymore.

He pinned her to the door, grabbing her hips roughly while his body pressed into her’s. His forehead pushed her head to the wall and he looked into her eyes. “If I stay... I’m taking more than just my ring tonight... and I won’t be nice about it.” He pulled her nightgown, ripping it a bit before putting his tight grip back on her hips.
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[IdyllicDreamer]

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There would be a sudden, surprised, inhale when he decided to act, finding herself up against the door once more in an unexpected way. She didn't know quite how to handle this situation, the proximity, it wasn't quite like when she had been hugging him, hanging on for her anchor. Trying to settle down, this was different, he was still upset, and it was all so... intense.

"If that's what you need then fine." Isabella answered, tone sure, serious. No, she wasn't willing to back down even from that threat. Even from whatever he was planning, that which he wouldn't tell her about before probably... She wasn't afraid, not of him, not here.

"I told you before I wasn't going to fight you." And she still wasn't planning on it.
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[Cosmic_Flare]

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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer [/div]
“I don’t have any time for your games Isabella!!”’ he shouted at her, picking her up and throwing her into her bed. Walking over, he ripped off her night gown and used it to tie up her hands. “Now sit still.” He moves to leave again.
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[IdyllicDreamer]

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If he didn't care, if he was so angry with her, if she was just being a pest... Then why, why was it that he refused to do anything to her? Yes, he hurt her arms. Yes, he had thrown her to the floor. All of that was superficial, it would heal, nothing lasting that would truly be damning to her in that moment. Would what he had planned even be? He wanted to leave, again, more than anything. Why? What was the rush? Thoughts pooled through her mind, slipping and seeping through with no answer.

One stood out strongest overall though, one that she had seen and felt before. The simple idea that if he walked out that door she very may never have seen him again, and it would have ended on such a note. With her unable to understand why, how, what had even happened. Unable to push through that which she had seen.

"No!" Isabella raised her voice, for the first time since they had even met, it almost sounded as though she never truly raised her voice. It was in that one note that she made a liar out of herself, when she had told him that she wouldn't fight him. Words just moments ago. When he tried to open the door it would slam shut by an invisible force, Isabella's emotions running on high now, her own fear, panic, unwilling to let things die away as they were.

Her body was trembling a little by that point, scooting off of the bed and looking at him with determination. The lock would suddenly click, there was probably a key for it somewhere in this room. Though it was questionable how much good that would do.
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[Cosmic_Flare]

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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer [/div]
As he reached the door, Isabella shouted at him. She genuinely raised her voice above a quiet chatter to yell at him. At the same time, the door flew from his hands and slammed shut the lock within sounding with a click. His eyes widened and he grabbed the handles, pulling the door as hard as he could. He put all of his effort into it, pulling the door with all his might. Giving up, he went on to kick it, beating up the poor old door. It didn't do a thing except tire him... and make him angrier.

Finally, he stood back, panting for a little before his sharp grey eyes found her's again. "Unlock the door... Isabella." He spoke softly, not because he was trying to convince her, but instead in a way that showed how close he was to breaking... and breaking her.

He was soon pushing her back onto the bed and gripping her shoulders with the same force he had when he entered, the storm in his eyes having only grown wilder. "OPEN THE DOOR." It wasn't a question, it barely a command. It was a threat.
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[IdyllicDreamer]

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It wasn't working, nothing about this situation was turning out as she really wished it would. His attitude, everything about it, a chaotic mess. Her thoughts couldn't settle on a proper way to deal with this, to deal with him... to help him, nothing was coming to mind. Isabella hated it, hated the fact that she couldn't sort this problem out when she most needed to, when he could have most needed her.

There were definitely going to be bruises on her arms, shoulders, come morning, wincing slightly at the grasp there. The words that seethed through, but she refused to give up right now. She wasn't going to back down, the idea of his angry retreating back being the last thing she could see... Was unacceptable.

"No, I won't." Not until she was sure that he wasn't going to be gone for good, not until she was sure that something would be better here... That door was going to stay closed, and locked.
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[Cosmic_Flare]

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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer [/div]
He roared, genuinely making a loud noise like a lion would. Shoving her down, he went over to her window and looked out. It was raining extremely hard, and, looking down, he saw that there was nothing to grip on that would offer 100% safety... and not allow him to fall onto the huge bush of exotic plants that had thorns so big he could see them from the second floor... the second floor of the palace.

Putting his hands on the window, he stood up straight and stared out of it. “I’m not going to apologize for what happens next Isabella... I warned you...” He turned, slowly shedding his cloak. His hair was wild and wet, his eyes burning, and a small frown was set upon his lips. The cloak slid to the floor and made it to the side of the bed, quickly pulling Isabella up by her chin. “I gave you a chance.”

Orion took it slow at first, making sure the fear built up slowly, the terror sweeping inside her. When he could almost hear her heartbeat trying to escape her chest, he suddenly became very rough. His mind held nothing but hatred as he abused and battered her body, never relenting for a moment. That went on and on, deep into the night, his nails clawing and his hands grabbing, then he slowly became gentle again.

The gentleness was far from kind though, making sure every bruise and scratch was being irritated as his hands moved around. He whispered soft things, terrible, horrifying things, futures for her filled with despair and death. That was his final blow, his grande finale.

When she was too tired, and couldn’t move or passed out already, he would pull her close and trap her in his embrace... the entire night left.
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[IdyllicDreamer]

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Maybe it was a mistake, blatant stupidity on her part that she was so stubbornly resisting the logical course of actions here. Maybe there were so many other things she could have done differently before that moment when he approached her once more, where she could have so easily changed her mind. Could have simply sent him on his way, instead of telling him he could do whatever he wanted. Her resolve, his resolve. An immovable object hit by an unstoppable force.

The door never ended up unlocked throughout the night though, through all of his actions. Everything that happened, the spiraling tide of thoughts that crashed and scattered apart in her mind. It changed little, pain changed little. It would heal. There was little that could be done to her body that was worse than the other senses creeping in, his state, how he was. More than what he did, it settled and churned. Soiling her thoughts, whatever of them she could hold onto.

Inevitably she would pass out, the night flowing by in a flash of darkness. The rain had calmed by morning, the storm settled, the day would have just barely begun by the time Isabella's mother came to check up on her. The woman possessing a key to the room... and it didn't take her long to call for the guards when she saw him in there with her daughter. Nor did it take long for a practical swarm of them to come running at the call to detain him, obviously to take him to the dungeon to figure out what in the nine hell's happened.

The dungeon wouldn't exactly be the most pleasant place within the castle, though it could have been far worse considering the idea of an execution had been passed around a few times, given the condition Isabella had been in come morning. He would have been fed about as well as any other prisoner, a few of the guards would have joked about the 'brass ones' he must have had, sneaking into the palace like that... Only a small fraction were aware of where and how he had been caught, and they had all been heavily paid off.

It would have been a few days before he would finally be brought out of that cell, heavily chained of course. All of them seemed to believe his name was Ash, or at least none seemed to know the name Orion. He would be brought to a more comfortable looking room, with a table and a few chairs within it. A tea set on the table... and both Isabella, and a woman who looked strikingly like her sitting at the table. Her mother, no doubt. The chains would be further connected to the chair, keeping him secure and from being a threat to anyone... before the guards would leave the room.

Isabella, by that point, wouldn't seem all that worse for wear, though she seemed to be far more fixated on the wall at this point than him... While her mother glared at him.
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[Cosmic_Flare]

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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer [/div]
He didn’t sleep for a while, just listening to her frantic heartbeat in her chest. His mind raced, thinking of all the things he was supposed to be doing and had to do soon... but Isabella’s skin was so soft. And his wasn’t. His was rough and marred with scars from so many different things, but her skin was soft and beautiful. He held her closer, loosening his terrible grip. His body relaxed and he focused on her tender skin and her sweet smell. He sighed and slipped deep into sleep, a deep sleep that he had never felt before. He felt... safe?

The morning proved that wrong as he was awoken by shouting and clamoring. He fought the men off as best as he could but a low blow to the groin and a surprise hilt to the face knocked him out.

Later he woke up, barely dressed and beaten up a little. He sat in the thick chains, sighing heavily. Then he looked at his hand, paling when he saw that his ring was gone. He screamed, spending one of the entire day’s fighting until they gagged him.

The rest of the days, he spent thinking, calculating. He had to get out, and soon. Too many things were at stake for him to slip up on a silly anger issue... and yet he had. It had been his fault, he had gotten too careless.

When he was retrieved, he didn’t make a sound, he didn’t even look up. They passed through the halls with the stomping of boots and then rattling of his chains. When they sat down, he didn’t do a thing, but when the guards left, he looked up, his eyes a soft grey. “You must be Isabella’s mother~”

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[IdyllicDreamer]

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More than anything else unusual Isabella had been quiet the last couple of days, seemingly processing certain events that had happened. There were a few things that she would speak up on, a number of key things that she didn't just keep silent about. Overall though she didn't speak nearly as much as she otherwise would have, it was unnatural to so many people. Which was part of why her mother wasn't exactly in the best of moods when Orion was brought before them, when he spoke.

"You should be thanking my daughter here. Were it not for her speaking on your behalf you would have been executed by now." Her mother spoke, sharply, at that. She would have much rather that outcome than any other potential ones. After the way Isabella had looked, well... She would have very much liked to slip him some poisoned tea as well.

"More than that you should be apologizing to her as well." The woman added in after a moment, Isabella would finally look at him a little more there, eyebrows furrowed.. "Something's wrong..."
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer [/div]
He laughed lightly, a soft, empty sound. “Right of course.” He turned to Isabella and dipped his head the best he could, offering her a crooked smile. “Thank you so very much Princess~ Without you I wouldn’t be here!” His smiled slowly lessened until he was just frowning at her. Of course he wasn’t thanking her, he was reminding her that she had kept him in that room. As far as he was concerned, this was her fault.

The mother spoke again and he sighed, glancing and Isabella. “I apologize for hurting you Princess! Clearly I was in the wrong!... even though I remember the door being locked when I tried to leave...” He shrugged, looking back at the mother

When Isabella spoke, he laughed loudly. “You would mind shutting your damn mouth for one second? The adults are talking sweetie.” Orion met her mother’s eyes. “So what’s my punishment then, hm? I know you won’t let me go without crippling me or something...”
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[IdyllicDreamer]

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The brunette's mother ended up looking over towards her at some of his words, Isabella hadn't exactly... explained in any way shape or form why he was there, or how she ended up in her state. They assumed what they could over it all, and took the rest from there. Still, there were certain considerations that would have been left entirely on him, no matter what he happened to say.

"Speak to my daughter like that once more and that ring you spent an entire day screaming about is going to the bottom of the nearest lake." Her mother spoke in a far too level tone, it was about the only thing they 'had' on him. Isabella looked over towards her mother at that, the thought clicking into place at what might have been wrong... How upset he had been when trying to get it back.

"We're not planning on hurting you, Isabella has fought hard against that outcome and..." There would be a quiet sigh from the woman as she looked over towards her daughter, who was just staring at her with a small frown right now. "Regardless, you have two options. You're either to spend the rest of your life serving my daughter, or I will see you dead." Isabella was about to speak up at that, quite quickly in fact, but a singular finger raised from her mother stopped her.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer [/div]
Orion looked to her mother as she spoke, his teeth gritting in anger. They had no clue who he was or what he was doing there, how dare they go playing around with his stuff!!!

“Fine... I’d prefer not to speak to her at all anyhow...” That ring. That had what gotten him back to the palace in trendiest place. He never should have given it up, he never should have listened to her cute voice and her ‘caring’ words.

He couldn’t help laughing softly again at her words, as if she really had that much power over him. Of course, there wasn’t anything he could do about it, but he knew a select group of people that very much desired him alive. He couldn’t reveal that anytime soon, so he was stuck trying to climb out of the canyon Isabella had pushed him into. “Serve... you’ll have to be more specific. I’m not a slave, and I’m far too qualified to be her babysitter. Body guard, that would make sense, but I guess you really don’t want me alone with her anymore, unless I’m chained up.”
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[IdyllicDreamer]

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In a way that hurt more than anything else, the fact that he seemed to completely loath her now, though that 'fact' was hard to determine in just a feeling. It was hard to separate anything from the anger, the disdain. She couldn't even sort out who it was all targeted at, her or her mother, the situation, everyone? No, no, it was most likely aimed at her. This was her fault after all.

"If the choice was entirely in my hands we certainly wouldn't be having this conversation, and you're correct... I would rather you as far away from her as possible." There were other people involved, those who weren't in this room, those who had a stronger word in it all than she did. It was obvious she didn't like what she was about to be saying.

"You will rectify the situation by marrying Isabella, you will be given a fake lesser title, something to legitimize the entire situation... that is how you will serve her. By making an honest woman out of her." The woman's knuckles were clenched, she hated so much about this situation. But there were those who would have called her daughter ruined after this, there was no winning situation to protect Isabella after this. Had they not caught him maybe something else could have been worked out, but with him within the castle...? It was a different ballgame.
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[div class=DCBox][div class=DCName]Orion Dracoson[/div][div class=DCImg][/div][div class=DreamerCredit]Created by IdyllicDreamer [/div]
He listened, looking around slowly. He wasn’t looking at anything in particular, his eyes drifting lazily left and right in boredom, Orion being very aware of how she felt about him. He wondered why she even discussed this at all. He wasn’t an idiot like her daughter, he knew the consequences of his actions. Of course, he had planned to be gone by the time morning came.

When she finally voiced his punishment, he laughed very loudly. “You must be joking. That is your solution?? What if she was terrified of me? You’d still make her do this?? What a mother you are...” He huffed. “I’m afraid I must decline the offer though. I’m not poplar around here, so making me your ally would make many upset. At least that’s the way the towns people act...” He was not marrying Isabella.
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[IdyllicDreamer]

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"On the contrary, if Isabella seemed afraid of you in any way... this conversation wouldn't be taking place." Consequences be damned she would have made sure that he never left the dungeon. Yet all things considered Isabella seemed almost indifferent to some of it, aside from her odd behavior... she refused to call it what her mother did, and she had even tried to visit him twice already. Both attempts had been quickly stopped or course.

"I've told you already, you only have two options go through with this marriage or lose your head." Though, then again there had been the one threat that seemed far more impactful than anything else. Twisting her ring slightly in thought there...

"That ring of yours will be returned only upon completion of the ceremony." Honestly she would have rather seen his head in a basket.
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