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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 4:07:06 GMT
 
Ontari would be happy to get rid of the dress she was wearing. The fabric was anything but white, blue lace and fabric that just reminded Ontari of ice, but still it was so much brighter than anything else she had ever worn. So much brighter than anything she had ever wanted to wear. Still, Ontari had held no choice in wearing it for that day, just as she had held no choice in whether she got married or not. Oh yeah, this was her wedding day. Hence the dress. Hence the generally worse mood that Ontari found herself in. It wasn't like she had much time for being happy but... she was a lot worse that day than others. Not only was Ontari now married but it also happened to be to the last person she would ever want to be with - a Skaikru man. Bellamy Blake.
They had been shooed off together at the end of the ceremony, now that the sun had set, off to a private room with only one expectation of them. Ontari looked over at Bellamy and a scowl came onto her lips. The thought of sleeping with the man had her feeling ill and she was thankful for the fact that no one would actually know if they slept together or not. They were in completely privacy and would be so for the whole night. The only thing that Ontari wished to do in that privacy and that peace was sleep. The day had been long, the ceremony followed by the celebration. Although, Ontari couldn't say that a lot of the Azgedan people looked too pleased for a political alliance to be made with Skaikru. She was sure she had gotten looks of pity throughout the day and it had been a new experience for her, something she wasn't sure she quite enjoyed.
It didn't matter. Nia had made her decision and this was what was best for Azgeda, apparently. It wasn't like Ontari had to do anything about the marriage. It was an appearance, a political game. When it was no longer needed, it would be ended and both herself and Bellamy would be able to go back on their own separate ways. Ontari looked forward to that day. "Don't get any ideas," Ontari warned Bellamy, a look on her eyes that told him what to expect if he didn't listen. "I need you to untie the back of my dress." Only because she couldn't reach to do it herself. Once it was off, she could sleep and he could do whatever he wanted to do. As long as it didn't involve her and as long as it didn't disrupt her sleep. That was all that mattered to Ontari. "And you're sleeping on the floor," she added, taking claim of the bed for herself. Bellamy Blake || Let this ontarrible and terribell thread begin XD |
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Oct 4, 2016 1:32:19 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Since the day Octavia was born, Bellamy had known that his life was no longer his own. That he lived for another. For his family. Such had been the way on the Ark, and nothing changed when he came to the ground. He lived for the others. For his people. And within that, came sacrifice. Right now, it was the sacrifice of his life. Not in the sense of death, but more so, the sacrifice of falling in love; of not being with another. Of not marrying someone he loved. Bellamy had no plans of doing any of them. He had never been in a relationship before, nor fallen in love.
He couldn't. He didn't deserve the joy it could otherwise bring him. No. His life was destined to serve others. To be what they needed him to be. And right now . . . it was a political pawn to be in an alliance with the newly appointed Heda. He had met some in Azgeda, inclusive of Echo, who had vouched for him. He had somewhat of a rapport with them. It was why he had been put in this position, one that he of course accepted.
Though judging from what he saw of the Azgeda queen and Ontari . . . it didn't seem that the Heda had much of a choice. Still. What was done, was done. And Bellamy was under no illusion. He knew that this wasn't love. And he knew that this marriage would not come with any physical benefits. Including tonight. Once they were in the privacy of "their room" Ontari -- his wife apparently -- began to speak. Telling him that she needed help before warning him not to get any ideas, and then claim the bed by telling him that he would be sleeping on the floor.
That was nothing new; on the Ark, he slept on the floor every night. Still. He wasn't about to be ordered around by his "wife". "Likewise," he said somewhat sarcastically in response to her words of not getting any ideas. Well hell, she better not get any ideas either. He looked at the floor and then back to her, rolling his eyes a little before he began to approach her to help untie her dress.
Not wanting to do anything intimate such as touch her hair, he waited, standing behind her, until she brushed it to the side. "I'm not your pet dog," he added on sarcastically. Aka; he was not her bitch. "And I'm not your servant." He refused to be submissive. They had this arrangement so that neither Skaikru nor Azgeda would have to submit and bow to the other. There was an equality there . . . well, somewhat. She was still Heda after all. Though he purposely did not confirm that he would take the floor. He wasn't going to be ordered to sleep there.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 2:20:28 GMT
Good. At least Bellamy didn't hold any expectations for the night. If he had, he would have been severely disappointed anyway. Plus, Ontari was the complete opposite of weak and even in her wedding dress she had weapons with her. Once her dress was off that would become obvious to Bellamy, the blades strapped to her legs that she wouldn't hesitate to use if she needed to. She couldn't kill Bellamy, of course, he was her husband but more than that, he was a political pawn that needed to be alive for things to work. Nia would not go easy on Ontari for doing such a thing. Even as Heda, Ontari would not do anything that was against what her Queen wanted. Noticing Bellamy move towards her to help her with the dress as she had requested him to do, Ontari turned so her back was to him and moved her hair out of the way and over her shoulder.
She kept her body still, not wanting to risk making him brush his hands against her any more than was needed to undo the dress.
It seemed like Bellamy was not going to listen to her as much as she had hoped he would, however. She rolled her eyes at his comments, letting out a dry laugh but not bothering to look back at him when she spoke. "Of course you aren't my servant, or my dog," she said, "You're my husband." She stayed silent then until he had finished untying her dress then turned back towards him. The fabric of her dress hung around her loosely now, still held up on her body by the straps on her shoulders. Thankfully she could at least breathe easier now. "You're my husband but you're the least out of the two of us," she added to her earlier words, letting her voice come out harsh. "I'm Heda. You do what I say. You're sleeping on the floor, and we will have as little to do with each other as possible." With that, Ontari turned away from him again, moving over to the other side of the room she removed her dress, leaving herself only in her undergarments. She sat at the side of the large bed, the furs on the bed soft against her legs, and began to untie the blades that were around her legs. |
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