George Villiers, 1st Duke of Buckingham (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entrancelogs2013-06-16 02:12 am
airshipswank) wrote in entrancelogs2013-06-16 02:12 am
[OPEN] Striptease for me, baby~
Who: Lord Buckingham (airshipswank), a yellow-eyed pervert who looks suspiciously like him & [OPEN]
Where: The dining hall, Buckingham's private stable, the music room & the mansion's corridors between his room [001 on the 10th floor] and those places
When: June 14th - 17th
Rating: R and counting for sexual themes
Summary: ♫ All the ways you never ever had
I want, I want you bad ♫
The Story: Buckingham turns slowly in his bed and feels the first rays of sunlight on his face. Electricity is a marvelous thing, but it keeps him up longer than candles often could. He rarely needs to make up for the long hours in the morning, but he'll allow himself a few more minutes with his eyes closed, before he starts the day.
Simple pleasures rarely capture his attention, but there is something to be cherished about soft sheets and their smell, about the warmth of a summer morning caressing his skin, the light and gentle breath at the back of his neck, and lithe fingers running playfully along his thigh, pulling up his gown and reaching eagerly for his-- what?!?!
The duke jumps up as if stung, spins and reaches for the knife by his bedside, looking back and staring-- staring frozen with clenched teeth and an incredulous frown at the creature in his bed, at the yellow eyes that watch him with half-lidded curiosity, at hands that make no motion to attack or pursue him; that indeed do not do much of anything but stroke the exposed bed sheet lazily while the thing-- while the thing that resembles him more than his mirror ever did, while- while it stretches with a yawn and finally speaks in a sulky voice:
"Does that... mean you'll not come back to bed?"
airshipswank), a yellow-eyed pervert who looks suspiciously like him & [OPEN]Where: The dining hall, Buckingham's private stable, the music room & the mansion's corridors between his room [001 on the 10th floor] and those places
When: June 14th - 17th
Rating: R and counting for sexual themes
Summary: ♫ All the ways you never ever had
I want, I want you bad ♫
The Story: Buckingham turns slowly in his bed and feels the first rays of sunlight on his face. Electricity is a marvelous thing, but it keeps him up longer than candles often could. He rarely needs to make up for the long hours in the morning, but he'll allow himself a few more minutes with his eyes closed, before he starts the day.
Simple pleasures rarely capture his attention, but there is something to be cherished about soft sheets and their smell, about the warmth of a summer morning caressing his skin, the light and gentle breath at the back of his neck, and lithe fingers running playfully along his thigh, pulling up his gown and reaching eagerly for his-- what?!?!
The duke jumps up as if stung, spins and reaches for the knife by his bedside, looking back and staring-- staring frozen with clenched teeth and an incredulous frown at the creature in his bed, at the yellow eyes that watch him with half-lidded curiosity, at hands that make no motion to attack or pursue him; that indeed do not do much of anything but stroke the exposed bed sheet lazily while the thing-- while the thing that resembles him more than his mirror ever did, while- while it stretches with a yawn and finally speaks in a sulky voice:
"Does that... mean you'll not come back to bed?"