Tainted Love [PRP: Cecilia/Waka]

[Nir]

Meetings with the King were never predictable. At times, they got along swimmingly. Tybalt would tell his plans and strategy and the King would pat him on the back and say "good job, son". At other times, they would fight for hours on what would be the best route through a mountain range or which guns would be necessary or how much money would be involved. They would usually argue about money as Tybalt was always asking for more than he needed, using the remainder on his expeditions to the Underworld of Caedere. Sideris may be considered the shadier of the two countries but Caedere's black market was far from doing poorly. In fact, with Tybalt's own little army of dark knights to "stimulate" the market, so to say, it was at its peak. Yes, the King's obliviousness to what was going on in his very own capitol, with a man he'd trusted for so long, was somewhat comical to the White Knight.

This meeting was, however, not exactly on the usual topic of war and the army. In fact, Decil was confused as to what the meaning had been about. He'd walked in, fully dressed in his knight armor as he'd just come from a sparring match, and the King hadn't even acknowledged him by looking up from where he was leaning over a desk. He'd said "Meet me later. I have something I need to tell you... and my daughter." and that had been the end. Tybalt had walked out, chain mail clinking against his sword as he walked, and now stood leaning against the wall of a little known corridor in the palace. In fact, he wasn't even sure if all the princesses knew of this place. It was probably for the best that way, though, as apparently he had to talk to one of them later. He wasn't even sure which one but he hoped it wasn't that bitch Cecilia.

Cecilia hated him and he didn't feel to fondly of her, either. She was a tight ass bitch and, while Tybalt was very confident of his ability to get into the other princesses' skirts, Cecilia was another story. It wasn't even like she acted like that around everyone. Nope. Just this knight. Knowing his luck, though, the meeting probably would be with Cecilia and by the end there'd be holes in the back of his head from her eyes burning into them like hot pokers. He chuckled a little at that, although it was more an exasperated sigh that he only chuckled at to keep from swearing.

Now it was insufferably hot in here. To cool himself down, Tybalt stripped down to only the ragged pants he wore under his armor. Now the armor lay in a heap next to him, along with his sword and various other items, such as the gun he always kept by his side. The knight slid down the length of the wall until he was on his ass. Sweat poured over his half-naked body and he rested his head against the wall. His face was dirtied from sparring and his hair a greasy black mess. Today was not a good day.

... And it wasn't about to get any better.

[Waka]

And it was another day inside the castle, warm hot day. Of course Cecelia was off doing what she did best. Looking over her little garden in the court yard and staring off into space. Dreaming of what she could never have, life outside the castle. No, it was forbidden and so she banished all thoughts of it, but still it would always come back to taunt her. She wasn't like her siblings, she wasn't crafty or an escape artist. First step outside of the castle walls Cecelia would have gotten eaten. So stay where you are for now, be happy that you have walls to keep you save little princess.

Smile?

Pale hands brushed along the rough stone walls, blue eyes staring at the ground. It would be another session of going to her room and brush her hair and then out onto the balcony to sit and watch the birds and sky. Yep, Cecelia had a simple schedule everyday. Hide out in the garden for a while and then sit ad do nothing. No one ever called for her, so she had nothing ever to do. Her father and mother never needed her for anything, not meetings to look after. No papers to sign, so what else was there for her to do?

She was hurt? Maybe.

Maybe that's why thoughts of the outside ate at her, boredom had swallowed up her mind. Watching the red and blue birds fly freely over the large castle walls. Yeah, that was it. She paused, blond strains of hair falling messily into her face, but she was glaring and for good reason. An unmistakable figure stood on the side of the wall, like a sort of bad omen. A black cat...black dog...black rat. It was as if time had stopped between the two, the young woman was frozen in her place. Unmoving except for the irritation that boiled deep in side, causing her lips to twitch some. "What are you doing...here? Like that?" It was a low tone, though spoken in a heavily sweet voice. It was impossible for Cecelia to make herself intimidating, as much as a serious hard ass she was....the girl wasn't scary...at all.

[Nir]

His eyes locked with her's for a brief moment, though it felt like an eternity. It was one thing to think about her and the wicked was she looked so.... beautiful in the summer sun. She was twisted and evil and... so soft to the touch. She had a mean streak running through her but she had... had everyone... fooled that she was... was.... as sweet as honey. Goddammit. If she'd just kept her distance from him, he wouldn't have to worry about the wave of emotions and memories that now swirled around him, drowning him rather than just lapping at the beach of his mind. She was there now, staring at him with that face which she meant to seem frightening but just came off as adorable. He smirked at this.

"What are you doing...here? Like that?"

He ignored her question and instead went on doing as he pleased.... as always. He took a few steps forward until they were close enough that he could smell the perfume she wore. He looked down at her with a warm smile, only betrayed by the coldness of his eyes. "You know, you're sexy when you're frustrated," he said, stepping past her now to admire her from behind. The corners of his mouth never fell from the amused grin he held so well. He was aware how uncomfortable he was making her and relished every minute of it. He stopped, bent his head down a little so that his mouth was nearly touching her ear. His breath was hot and heavy, the smell of cigarettes thick on it as he whispered, "I would know." He waited a minute longer before moving to where he was in front of her again, nowhere near as close as he was before. He didn't want her to bite his head off... in that sense, at least.

"So, the little princess is all worked up by my presence, hmm?" he said mockingly, rocking back and forth on his heels. Tybalt flashed her his famous grin yet again. When he saw no reaction from her but cold eyes searing into his skin, he pressed onward. It was a rare occasion that he got to pester Cecilia this much. How he loathed her... now, at least. There was a time when... nevermind. Right, he was about to say something. "Well if you must know, darling, your father has called a meeting between myself and what I pray to god will be one of your sisters... He didn't specify which princess," the White Knight explained. He paused a moment, letting her take it all in.

"Of course." He took a step forward again. "You've already seen me in this state so, what the hell. Maybe a meeting between the three of us would do some good, hmm?" he teased. Another step forward. "After all, we could always..." He paused here, looking her up and down, lingering especially on her lips before finally looking to her eyes again. "... Clear up some things dear Daddy doesn't know about you," Tybalt whispered even though there was no one around to hear, anyway. He took three steps back now, slowly but surely. Reaching down he picked up a plain white tunic which he'd worn under his armor. He pulled it over his head and straightened it out along his chest. He'd had enough fun with her... for now at least.

"So, wha'd'ya say, Princess. Wanna give it a go for old time's sake. I can always take my shirt back off." Yep... he was an asshole.

[Waka]

"You know, you're sexy when you're frustrated, I would know."

It was a foul thing to say and Cecelia knew he knew it. Don't respond to him with fury, Tybalt was known for childish pig-like comments such as this. She wasn't planning on giving him the satisfaction of knowing that the words that spilled freely out of his mouth ate at her... And there were times that we couldn't let these things just go correct? Right! "You filthy pig mouthed....There are no words to describe how horrible you are." Red lips curled and blue eyes narrowed, how she'd love to move away, but sadly her legs froze and betrayed her.

No escape from him.

"So, the little princess is all worked up by my presence, hmm?"

She gave a chilling stare and a wounded laugh, worked up? No, never Cecelia wouldn't even bother with the presence of such a 'loyal' and 'trust worthy' knight such as Tybalt, but if she really and truly didn't care for his presence she'd walk the other way and leave him to suffer alone. He was good at that sort of thing. "No, I honestly couldn't be bothered over people like you. I'd just like to be on my way..." She smiled warmly at him. If lies could sink people, she'd be half way under by now.

"Well if you must know, darling, your father has called a meeting between myself and what I pray to god will be one of your sisters... He didn't specify which princess, You've already seen me in this state so, what the hell. Maybe a meeting between the three of us would do some good, hmm?"

She only glared at the knight as he explained himself, hadn't she already said he wanted to just leave without much fuse. No matter what he was talking about, but this was news to her. "Meeting?" Tybalt was snake...was he even telling the truth? "I only have one sister...." Cecelia murmured to herself glancing at the stone marble ground, but what bugged her more than anything was that her own father hadn't brought this up with her.

"... Clear up some things dear Daddy doesn't know about you, So, wha'd'ya say, Princess. Wanna give it a go for old time's sake. I can always take my shirt back off."

"You. Wouldn't. DARE." She muttered roughly through clenched teeth, it wasn't so much the threat that he'd tell her father of let's say past romances, but the fact he was basically calling her a whore. Plain and simple, and with quick strides after him she'd raise her pale hand waiting for him to turn her way and smack him clean across the face.

Crack!

"DISGUSTING SICKENING HALF HEARTED PIG OF A MONSTROUS MAN!"

[Nir]

The smug smile was quickly wiped off of the White Knight's face when the cool, smooth flesh of a royal hand landed square across his face. His much more worn and calloused hands instantly held the cheek that had been hit, the skin underneath turning red and hot upon contact. Tybalt glared down at her for a moment before his lips started to play at a wicked smile. He wasn't going to be discouraged that easily.

"Well, princess, we've gotten a little feisty in my absence, eh? Somebody still a little cross towards their old beau?" Tybalt asked, pouting his lips in a cheap imitation of Cecelia's current expression. His teeth flashed as his mouth opened up in a wide smirk. He was preparing to continue in his pulling of strings when a messenger boy walked up. Tybalt glared at him. He hadn't really been expecting someone to ruin his fun this soon.

The boy stood there, shaking. He was obviously new and somewhat intimidated from the cross looks that now covered both of the adults' expressions. "Well, boy, spit it out!" the knight snapped, turning his body fully towards the messenger now as he awaited a response. "Th-the king, sir. He wants t-t-to speak to y-you. B-both of you," the boy whimpered. Tybalt rolled his eyes before marching past him.

He looked back to Cecelia now. They would soon be alone again as they made their way to her father's chambers. The thought of having more time to pester he made the White Knight's mood improve greatly. "Cecelia, dear, we mustn't keep ol' Daddy waiting," the man cooed in a sing-song voice. He motioned with and open hand in the direction of the office. The smug smile never left his face.