A Task in Cruelty

Wednesday, April 5, 2017  8:15 PM

Captain's Quarters (indoors).
This room has not been mapped.
Permeating the scent of cigar smoke and dust, the captain's quarters appears dingy with scuffed,
beige walls leading down to warped floorboards. Articles of note and canvas paintings surround the
peripheral, detailing the illicit interests of the collector. Thriving as the focal point, a large
bookshelf trembles precariously under the disorganized wreck of volumes and papers spilling out over
its edge. Its foreboding shadow descending over the cheap, mismatched furnishings designated as a
sitting area. Framed by two chairs, a simplistic glass table is peppered with the effects of the
owner's lifestyle. Among ink droppings and remnants of suspicious powder lay stationary, beads, gold
coins, and an emptied wine glass.

A sturdy shelf made of glass rests here. A sturdy sienna rug rests here. A sturdy table made of glass rests here. There are 3 plain parchment scrolls here. A sturdy crimson chair rests here. A sturdy chair made of hazelwood rests here.
You see a single exit leading out.

You sit on a classic chair.

You have emoted: Shayde monotonously dips her quill into a well of ink and addresses several letters before rationing off gold coins into little piles. Drifting her attention towards the ceiling of her hazy quarters, she pulls her eyebrows into a sharp 'v' and drags her left hand over her face, tired and bored.

Striding through the open door, Tristyn shuts it behind her and pauses five paces from you . She bends into a slight bow. A smirk curves her lips upwards, "Miss Coldraven."

You have emoted: Immediately recognizing the voice, Shayde jostles the glass table as she stands and greets her guest. "I wasn't expecting you to arrive so soon, or I'd actually clean the place up." She admits, glancing at the surrounding disarray.

Tristyn follows your movement with a hawk-like gaze. Unabashed by the apologies, she drops herself into an empty seat and leans back comfortably, "You know I care nothing about that." She laces her fingers together and places them behind her head, "Unless, of course, you have one of your toys hiding amongst this mess, I would chide you for not sharing."

You have emoted: Shayde scoffs and narrows her eyes at Tristyn from across the table, "It was one time. One time and you'd probably see me buried with it."

Tristyn rolls her shoulders into a shrug, but there is a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Do not attempt to downplay the scandal of said event, Miss Coldraven. As a helpless," She stresses the word helpless with a sardonic grin, "Passerby. I am scarred for at least another twenty years."

You have emoted: Spotting no end in sight to this ridicule, Shayde plucks her half-empty wine glass from the table and settles herself in the opposite chair. A delicate eyebrow slowly creeps up and she replies, "I've got nothing to hide here. The same couldn't be said for you as you seem to only visit me when you're overwhelmed. What will it be then?"

Tristyn stares at you for a moment. Her fingers thrum against the arm of her chair in a single pattern until she breaks her silence, "Truth of the matter is I missed you."

You have emoted: Shayde smiles and sinks deeper into her chair as she considers, "Do you really miss me? Given your father's recent betrayal of your family, I'd say you were coming for different reasons." She takes a sip of her wine and leans over to place it on the table. "If you -did- miss me, you wouldn't be so distant in that chair over there."

Tristyn steels herself and pushes her silk cladded figure from its resting spot.  With a few determined strides, she finds herself straddling your lap whilst her arms wrap loosely around your neck. Her voice is mere murmurs, "I am here for you."

You have emoted: As goosebumps rise to the surface of her skin, Shayde has to deal with reality of the situation. Would this be the right one? /Fuck it.. Who gives a damn who it is. You want this./ She mulls while her fingers fixates on Tristyn's jaw, gently caressing the lines she so dearly missed. "Are you certain?" She strains, mostly hesitant.

Elevating her features with a faint smile, Tristyn crashes the drudgery with a greedy kiss. She emanates desire whilst her hands roam your body.

(Snipping some nsfw stuff)

You have emoted: Shayde attempts to retain her steady breathing, but her heart's fast rate reveals her uncertainties. /I shouldn't be doing this./ Her conscience debates with her will. /You must. You cannot hide from the plan./ Sweat pricks at her temples and she gives Tristyn's neck a glassy stare.

You purge every drop of venom from your bloodstream.
You feel the power of the venom delphinium flowing through your veins.
[ CORE ]:  Tristyn bitten with  ^ delphinium ^
[ CORE ]:  Tristyn is _ASLEEP_

You have emoted: Gently untangling herself from the sleeping individual, Shayde places Tristyn on the rug and surveys the room in a hurried manner. /There's not much time till she wakes./ She drifts around, securing pieces of rope from a shelf, and binds Tristyn's arms and legs.

You have emoted: Stepping back to scrutinize her victim, Shayde pales as she determines how she'll carry this out. Cruelty, especially towards a friend, by her own ambition wasn't her forte. She's a merchant, and it was likely she'd have hired someone to do it for her. Time passes as her will admonishes her conscience. /Coward. Do not attempt to escape from this. She must feel./

Tristyn wakes.

Stirring, Tristyn groggily rolls over on her side. She raises her hands to rub her eyes only to realize they were bound. A mixture of emotions, from disbelief to realization, sweeps across her face. Eerily calm, her voice intones, "Miss Coldraven, why have you bound me?"

You have emoted: Shayde whispers a silent prayer to herself and cants her head down at Tristyn, "I do it for your own benefit."

Tristyn searches your face with her eyes, "If my benefit is not strangling you with my hands then you are certainly doing it for yourself." Her mouth twists into a humorless smile, "Now, I will ask again. Why have you really bound me?"

You have emoted: Shayde eases into a crouch besides Tristyn and lifts her hand, dragging a curled finger along the length of her jaw, "I have plans. None I wish you to be privy to." Simmering with venom, she digs her nail into Tristyn's skin, "And, shouldn't I be the one asking questions here?"

Tristyn stares coldly at you, "If you think you are the first -bitch- to try to intimidate me, you would be wrong. Ask what you want and I will consider whether I'll answer it."

You have emoted: Grabbing Tristyn roughly by the shoulder, Shayde stands and helps prop Tristyn up on her knees. With her patience visibly wearing out, she replies flatly, "You've vanished for ten years and are still exuding that wretched attitude of self importance." She lashes a hand out and strikes Tristyn harshly across the face. "Lie to yourself all you want, but people have moved on without you."

Tristyn takes the blow across the face. Her nose is caught in the process as crimson rivulets of blood runs down her lips and drip onto the floor. Though her eyes water in response, her expression remains stoic, "You seem to be under the assumption I do not recognize this. However, I do and it haunts me every single month I find myself away." A crack in her voice appears and she begins to tremble visibly, "I loved you, Shayde."

You have emoted: Appearing partially agonized by the admission, Shayde recoups by breathing in and drawing her dirk from its sheathe. Her knuckles turn white as she grips the handle before burying the blade into Tristyn's shoulder, "Your feelings aren't returned." She withdraws the claret blade and cuts Tristyn lose from her binds, "Now leave before I have my men keelhaul you off my ship."

Tristyn shudders as the blade pierces her. It took most of her energy not to scream out loud. Once her bonds are severed, her hand immediately presses against her shoulder and she makes no pause to leave the area.