Medieval Hearts(P)

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    Jax was startled awake by the door slamming open and Dante storming by, tilting her head only to become worried when she saw his frantic movements and the look in his eyes did not bode well. Something was very wrong, a part of her hoping it was the King, but she had a feeling it was someone else entirely. She frowned at his half nod, sitting up abruptly and winced as she did so, holding her shoulder lightly. She listened to his heavy footsteps until they disappeared, she guessed, onto another ship and her stomach twisted as she got to her feet and began to pace. Her lip curled as Solomon came down, her stomach churning with hatred and disgust as he walked down to her cell.


    Jax huffed as he began to speak, only for her eyes to widen in concern when she found out why Dante had rushed off so quickly. She shifted her weight as she leaned back against the wall, slightly gleeful that she could tell the King himself was worried about Dante's sister. So he did have a heart after all.. She turned her attention back to him as she saw movement, only to press her full lips together and look away as the rest of his shirt became undone, catching a glimpse of his toned body that made her cheeks slightly redden."Oh, yes.. So very excited that the King himself has to take care of an injured princess he's soon to kill. Ironic." Jax said smoothly, her hand darting forward to smash a cup left in the cell against his knuckles, which would either bruise or break them with the force she used. "Have fun." She huffed as she leaned against the wall again, running her fingers through her pure white hair.

    When he saw her reaction to his open shirt, Solomon's smirk only widened, his eyes following her lips, the way they grew thin and paler as she pressed them together, though even in that repressed state, he could still tell they were soft. Maybe I'll have myself a night or two with her before I kill her. Reward her for good behavior... he thought, distracted enough to miss her movement, breaking from his thoughts with a loud curse when he felt the cup against his hand. He recoiled, talking a few steps back, before lunching forward again and reaching through the bars, grabbing her wrist with his good hand and then yanking her forwards, lips curled into a snarl. "I am doing you a FAVOR. I could, right now, command that you be dragged behind the boat for the next three days, by only a rope. Maybe you'll drown. Hopefully you'll drown." He hissed before leaning forward, pressing his lips to her nose, and then pulling away with a massive snort, refusing to give her another chance to hit him. "I'm doing this for Dante, and Dante alone. If you think any single part of me cares at all if you live or die, you are sorely mistaken. I'll bring you food tonight. Maybe." He growled before turning around and leaving the hold, slamming and locking the thick wooden door behind him, letting out another loud string of curses as he cradled his hand to his chest.

    Jax could only huff in triumph as he was distracted, hearing the satisfying sound of metal hitting skin and bone before she lunged away from him.A soft yelp left her plump lips as her wrist was grasped and she was yanked forward to the bars of the cell, her eyes defiant as she looked up at him and couldn't help but notice how close they were. And damn if she didn't want to touch his abdomen that was only inches away, wanting to trail her fingers over the muscle and tense skin, She blinked out of her thoughts as she felt his lips against her nose, her face wrinkling in confusion since it was much like a kiss. "It would be better than listening to you yap away!" Jax called out as he left, touching her nose with a frown of confusion and cursed herself for even looking at his bare skin. Men had always been a distraction for her, especially Kings like Solomon.

    The second Solomon has made it back to the main deck, and had slammed the door shut loud enough that it echoed throughout the boat, he gave a little growl and buttoned up his shirt, hating that he remembered the way her eyes he danced over his skin, how he had noticed tiny, light freckles against her skin as he went to kiss her nose. That was only supposed to mess with her. Not me. Her. I feel nothing for her, or for anything she's involved in. he reprimanded himself mentally before stalking off, still irritated at himself for falling for her stupidly good looks. I don't need a woman distracting me. ESPECIALLY that woman.

    Jax shook her head as she paced the cell, rubbing her nose slightly as her mind wandered back to the smooth and muscular skin she had seen. She had even felt the scruff of his beard scraping over his skin as he kissed her nose, frowning deeply as she lightly touched her shoulder. He was so confusing to her and yet she thought of the concerned look in his eyes when he spoke of Dante's sister, having a feeling he cared for the woman as a sister to himself. She pulled her hair out of her ponytail, running her fingers through her soft hair as she sat back down to think and calm down.

    ooc: want to skip to something? Maybe that night, when he comes down with the food? I was hoping it'd be a gradual thing. You know? Maybe the ships get caught in a storm at some point and the holding floor starts to flood, and she has to swim/almost drowns/somehow ends up super wet? Because then he could bring her to his quarters, to get dry and keep her locked up and all, that, and that could lead to even more. >:D

    OOC: Oooh, I really like the storm idea! Maybe she passes out from the cold and he has to keep her warm through the night and she can't swim that well because of her shoulder so she almost drowns?

    Yeah!! Do you want to do that night first? When they're still super tense? The storm could be pretty early on,since it would force him to loosen up and then their romance could flourish from there. :-*

    "Right, then, b*tch." Solomon called loudly as he stomped down the stairs into the holding cell once, trying to make as much noise as possible in order to wake her up- after all, it was close to midnight, so if she wasn't sleeping now, he didn't know WHEN she ever would. "I got you your dinner. It's a bit cold, but considering you're a prisoner, and I'm going to kill you the second you're all better from your little boo-boo... I think it will satisfy." he growled, slipping the food through the cage and stepping back immedaitely afterwards, careful to keep his bandaged, broken hand behind him, refusing to let her see. "Of course, not as much as I would, but, unfortunately, that's a pleasure you're not going to get to experience. Unfortunately, you're not my type." he added with a purr at the end, working at his shirt again, knowing it bothered her and absolutely loving it.

    Jax jolted awake as he slammed the door open and pretty much shouted to wake her, rubbing her eyes as she slowly sat up, grumbling as she rose to her feet as he approached. She rolled her eyes at his words as she leaned down to pick up the food, not caring at all if it were cold or not due to the fact that it was food and it would fill her belly. Jax moved away quickly as he played with his shirt, looking away as she sat back down and snorted."If I'm not your type, why do you keep unbuttoning your shirt around me?" She said smoothly, smirking up at him.

    "It bothers you. I can tell. Your cheeks turn red, and you start to nibble at your bottom lip. As if that pain would distract you from me." he purred, leaning forward slightly towards the cell, resting one hand against the bar, though he pulled away after a moment, not giving her another chance to attack him. "And, though I WILL be killing you off, and I'll enjoy myself QUITE a lot while doing it, there really is no better way to pass the time than winning over the women. And, since I'm quite bored of the common wh*res that the other men bring back to the ship... Well, you're a feisty one. And I know it PAINS you that you like all this." he finished with a smug grin, motioning to his body arrogantly. "And that makes it SO much better."

    Jax scoffed slightly as she sat back down, finishing off the food before suckling on her fingers to clean them, purposely meeting his gaze as she did so. She pulled her finger away, lips slowly dragging before her finger popped free and she smirks. "Yet you show your body off like you're a wh*re yourself. " She said smoothly and simply, tilting her head as she swore she heard the faintest of rumbles, not her stomach this time. "Have fun with the storm. I'll be down here, nice and warm and cozy. " Jax said as she squirmed around before stretching her legs out, hoping Dante had made it to shore already.

    Although, admittedly, Solomon was much more a fan of tall, leggy blondes with a lot to offer in the way of their feminine cures, when Jax started her little finger-sucking routine, he couldn't help but feel his body starting to get aroused. Oh, she would like that, wouldn't she. If I just gave in right here and took her between the bars... he thought with a smug growl before hearing her second comment and snorting, the words only stoking his ego further. "Oh, I'm sure you'd like that, Princess... Let me remind you, love, you have no money being. So, even if I WAS selling myself off, which I am not, even then you would fail to taste what you truly desire." He purred, giving one last tug to his shirt, opening it further, before catching the rumble as well and snorting. "Oh, right. I'm sure you will, b*tch. Have fun. Good night..." He said sarcastically at the end, knowing she's get tossed around just as much as the rest of the crew if the storm actually hit. Although it's much too far off. Not gunna happen.

    Jax grinned in triumph as she could tell what she had just done with her finger had definitely gotten to him, wondering what it would be like if she slept with the King. She tilted her head slightly as she watched him, this time freely letting her eyes wander over his form as he tugged his shirt fully open. She snorted at his arrogant words, letting her tongue run over her bottom lip slowly before she looked up at him to meet his gaze calmly. "I will. It's going to give my poor ears a rest from your drab voice droning on and on... I wonder if your pirates get tired of you talking as well?' Jax said smoothly as she laid back down, using the tarp to cushion her body as she stretched out on the floor. Her shirt rode up just slightly, the scar visible as she rests her arms above her head lazily.

    Although he was slightly embarrassed by his moment of weakness seconds earlier, where he had actually fallen to her wh*rish tricks and sultry voice, when Solomon saw her eyes perusing his body openly, he just smirked even more, all earlier irritation gone. "Oh, please. My men barely even need verbal instruction... Actions speak louder than words with them." He said before moving towards the cage again, resting one hand on the bars, his broken one still behind his back. "And what about you, Princess? If you're so tired of my speaking, maybe I'll have to get through to you in some other sorts of ways. It is beneath me, but I might have to suffer. In order to assure your compliance, of course...." Be murmured with a smug smirk before rolling his eyes and stepping back again, refusing to let his eyes land on her skin, not about to fall to her charms again. With that, he gave a little chuckle and turned around, walking smoothly out of he hold, buttoning his shirt back up as he did, not wanting to explain to any of his men why exactly he looked half-undressed.

    Jax could only smirk as he avoided looking at her exposed skin, tugging her shirt back down as she curled up facing him. She was fairly amused she could tell that he had been embarrassed, yet she had a feeling he would do what he wished if he wanted. She would always put up a fight no matter what. Her eyes flicked to his arm still held behind his back, realizing why he was doing so, as she knew that she had broken his hand. If she were to suffer, then so would he. She gave a soft scoff as he turned to leave, facing away from him now as she closed her eyes to get some rest. No doubt the storm would keep her up all night.

    Solomon was nothing if not a captain, and a really, really good one at that, so, when he returned to the top deck and saw that, just like he had guessed, the storm was miles off, and he was actually sailing towards sunny skies, he gave a little scoff, slammed the door to the cells extra loudly, and then started barking orders at his men, once again. It was only after hours that the wind suddenly shifted and, as fast as the Poseidon's Wench and the rest of the fleet was, there was nothing he could do to prevent the damage. "Go! GO!" he screamed from the side of the ship when he felt the waves growing bigger, when the sea started to spray up and over the side, and the wind was whipping the sails back and forth wildly, urging the other ships forward, away and out of the path of the storm. "Get yer *rses in GEARS, you USELESS men!" he screamed, dragging his ship to a stop, despite the fact that he could tell it was already starting to sit a little lower, taking water on slowly, the waves only getting bigger as they slammed against the sides. A captain stays with the very last ship. he thought, watching as the rest of his men sailed away and, only when he was sure they had all made the necessary turns did he start barking out orders to his men, yelling at them to buckle down, pull the sails from the masts, and prepare for the inevitable. "UNDER DECKS! PROTECT YERSELVES! SHE'S A DEMON!" he screamed, speech falling into the slurrish, colloquial slang of the men, too busy to concentrate on exactly what he was saying.

    Jax had fallen asleep until the storm hit, being thrown around quite roughly as she clung to the cell bars. She shook her head, knowing she had been Right as she could hear the winds whistling and waves crashing on the boat relentlessy. There was nothing she could do, of course, being the prisoner that she was. Only panic set in abruptly as one wave hit too hard and burst through the curve of the wood in the holding cell, eyes widening as she watched water gushing in. "F*ck.." She said quietly, though she could feel freezing cold water washing over her feet and up her calves in a matter of minutes. She began to pace, her heart hammering as she shook the bars of the cell and began to cry out in hopes of someone hearing her. A whimper left her as the water began to reach her waist, grunting as the ship was tossed about by the waves and she began to tremble and shake from the cold. "Help me! " Jax cried out as she shook the cell bars, her breath stuttering as she swallowed hard and could feel the water reaching her shoulders now. Panic was deep in her eyes as she held on to the bars for dear life, beginning to swim as it reached her neck, whimpering as she could feel the stitches tearing in her shoulder. It was so so cold, it was all she could do to control her breathing as she tried to stay afloat. She coughed as the boat was tossed, her mouth filling with water and she spit it out quickly, coughing horribly as she struggled to breathe.

    "GET DOWN!" Solomon screamed again from his spot at the helm of the ship, massive wheel in his hands as he struggled against it, muscles crying out against the pain of the resistance he was forcing again the rudder as he tried to keep his ship in line. It was only when all the men were under the deck that he let go of the wheel, giving a grunt as it threw him backwards, his head slamming against the wooden back of the ship harder than he had ever thought was possible. Not my problem. he thought as he staggered up. All the men are below deck. Them and the boys and their wh*res, too. he thought proudly, about to stumble into his cabin before he remembered one more thing. Wh*re. The Princess.


    "Bloody F*CK!" he yelled to absolutely nobody in particular, turning around quickly and, despite the fact that he felt like vomiting, and was more stumbling than walking, he made his way to the hold, swearing when his feet got soaked through the moment he made it down a few of the stairs. "PRINCESS?!" he called, looking around quickly, bursting into action the second he saw her head still bobbing above the water. Right, then. She's not dead yet. he thought, grabbing the keys from his belt, finding the right one, and then immediately diving into the water, not a single lick of fear in him at the thought of meeting the freezing, soggy depths. Blind, due to the salt and the waves, he fumbled around for the lock, finding it after only a few seconds and quickly jimmying the key in, unlocking it before he burst up for a breath. "Princess. Get your *ss in gear, NOW." he growled, hanging onto a bar and then reaching around, grabbing her arm, ignoring her protests of pain, and starting towards the door, ignoring the fact that the water was creeping higher and higher towards the ceiling. We have time. It's just water.