Reseacher; Fencer; Thief; Athlete; Cabin Counselor.
not necessarily in that order.
Kerykeion is my Rapier.
{this is an rp blog}
The moment his wrists were tied he almost lost control of himself. He felt his instinct surge up and almost burned the rope out. But he grit his teeth, struggling to keep it down. “Fuck—!” he grunted out.
Next thing he knew Blanche’s leg was pushing up his crotch and—damn—that wasn’t right, so why was it sort of fucking turning him on?
“Bitch…” he play-whispered through his teeth at her. Her next comment made him still for a moment though. Magic? What the fuck—? What did she know? He calmed down and smirked haughtily at her, pushing against the bindings on him just so. “Magic? Is that what the girls are calling it these days? What I make them feel when I fuck them? I’m flattered.”
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Gucci? Like I give a fucking damn! Reese thought, but he stayed silent and just watched Blanche as she stood and positioned behind him. He loathed people behind him, especially crazy bitches like Blanche.
“Of course not, and no spills. You hate messes, don’t you Blanche?” he asked cockily, letting her take his cup away.
He angled his head back to look at her, smiling challenging up. He whispered: “So is this how you’d like to ‘talk’, dear?”
“I’m cabin counselor, I need to keep things clean.” She stated, shaking her head as she went in front of him. Her hand moved down to his arm a moment later. “No, I’d prefer to talk if you were still, unlike the last time,” Blanche added, taking a part of the rope and tying it from his left wrist. He might’ve tried to struggle, so to make him sit still, she rested her stocking-clad left leg in the middle of his pants. One move, and she’d crush his almighty dick of glory.
“And, I wouldn’t want you to be doing any funny magic tricks like I’ve heard.” She mused, moving to his other wrist, and tying it tightly. “Sit still,” She smirked. It was quite amusing for her, really.
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Reese eyed the chair warily for a moment, before shrugging and sitting down, arms crossed and posture lounging. This was going to be fun. His smirk was still in place. “Pfft, clothes. I bet you have plenty where those came from.”
He took a deliberate sip of coffee, locking eyes with Blanche as she crossed her legs. Reese licked his lips. “So, I’m here, you’re there. It’s night time and we’re alone…Talk.” He wouldn’t make this easy for her, he decided in his head. Never.
The blonde shook her head and tilted it to the side as she stood up for a second and looked at him. “Are you fucking kidding me? Those were Gucci, mind you.” She rolled her eyes once more, and in one other second was behind him, her hands on his shoulders, gripping them a little.
“Now stay, still,” She whispered into his ear before taking his cup away and placing it on the table. “We wouldn’t want anything to spill in this room, at all.“
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Reese paused on the entrance to the leisure room, taking a scalding gulp of his coffee, before striding right in. The first thing he noticed of course was Blanche, sitting so innocently on the couch that she had to be hiding something—then he noticed the bit of rope.
“Well good evening, Cabin Counselor,” he said, smirking. Reese stopped in front of her, tense and guarded but hiding it, staring her down as he sipped his coffee.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
Blanche quirked an eyebrow and cocked her head towards his direction as she heard him speak up. “Ah, well that’s because we’ve arranged to meet here.” She stated calmly, shaking her head as she placed her cup down on the coffee table.
“Why don’t you take a seat?” She asked, gesturing towards the chair in front of her. “We’ve got a lot to talk about. Including my clothes you’ve rendered useless ever since the kitchen incident.” She muttered, rolling her eyes as she crossed her legs.
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So maybe not knocking the young daughter of Odin to sleep wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, it gave her a lead as to whom Reese’s godly parent was. If he were the girl’s supposed teacher, then that would automatically render him as Norse, correct?
Well, at least that was what she thought. It was only a theory, however, and she’ll need to discuss this with Chiron the following day. If she makes it out alive from Mr.D’s punishment, that is.
Anyway, her primary concern was tea, and also a cup of coffee. The cabin counselor stirred her spoon as she removed the tea bag off of her cup. The leisure room was just a portion of the cabin that was filled with gaming stations, a few couches and a pool table. She sat quietly on the couch(ropes beneath her), sniffing the scent of her beverage as she waited for Reese to finally come.
