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England/GMT time
If you have an questions or ideas please feel free to get in touch! I also work full time so sometimes my responses can be sporadic.
If I'm not on here writing I will most certainly be playing video games or sucked into a new world reading.
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There we go! I hope that's okay!
Regis knows deep down should he get in a fist fight with Cas, he would probably lose as he is not as healthy or young as he used to be haha
Regis knows deep down should he get in a fist fight with Cas, he would probably lose as he is not as healthy or young as he used to be haha
Regis felt the punch from the Prince connected with his own face and he stumbled back distance now between them, shocked at first the boy had fought back. He felt the punch, it had hurt and for a breath moment the rage he felt had ceased, until he heard the snarl from the Prince. Grinning he could see the fight in the boy, the desire to live and laughed, he full on laughed in the basement as he looked at the pocketknife wedged in his bicep. The blood that was dripping down the Princes arm from the wound he had caused, he looked far worse than he did, and he was a lot older than the boy.
The screams of pain that Caspain had let out soothed the inner rage, but he wasn’t over. Regis wanted more, he desired to harm the boy more and he was one step away from killing him. Old eyes looked over the tremble, he knew that right now he was cornered and there was nothing more dangerous than a cornered beast with a will to live. Although the rage, the anger urged him to hurt him more the practical side of his brain was telling him not too.
Grinding his teeth as he took deep breaths trying to calm himself, he shook his head, he couldn’t stop. No. He had to hurt him, he had to hurt the Prince that had taken everything he loved from him. Although his steps were heavy, his breathing was heavy as he spat at the floor removing the taste of iron he had in his mouth from the punch. Regis edged close to the Prince, a dangerous look in his eye as his left hand curled into a fist readying up for a punch. This would be a fight, he knew the Prince would fight back and a part of him was excited.
Drove by madness, drove by insanity Regis cackled shaking his head, “Oh no no. This won’t be a fist fight.” Taking a step back he moved to the chair that Caspain had used in his escape, picking it up in his hands he smashed it against the wall so one of the legs broke off into a somewhat splintered poll. “You will die here, and now.” His voice was cold, void of any emotion as he headed towards the Prince, his intent was to kill him now and be over with it all. Raising the splintered wooden poll, he was ready to ram it at the Prince, aiming for his stomach.
“DAD! STOP!” Iris panted skidding to halt in front of him arms outstretched as she cringed waiting to be hit by the wooden poll in his hands flinching out of instinct, but luckily her shout had brought him to his senses because he had stopped.
“Iris… what are? I could have killed you, stupid girl.” Regis grumbled his arm dropping to his side, but the wooden chair leg was still in hand. “He tried to escape, I decided to kill him now. Get it over with.”
“That doesn’t solve anything. Think of your plan.” Iris pleaded, she had heard his screams, the crashes and bangs and honestly feared the worst. She had thought he had killed Caspain already but was relieved to see him still standing. Injured, but alive.
“I..” Regis frowned shaking his head the anger was dying down, the rage he had felt disappeared when he felt his daughters’ hand on his arm as if to support him. The gentle touch reminding him that he was still human. “I didn’t think. You’re right. It’s only a few hours anyway.” Running fingers through his hair he cringed as he started to feel the pain in his arm, the pain on his face. “Idiot.” Grumbling he moved to the window putting the wooden plank back in front of it, but this time he reached for a padlock securing it in place so the Prince would not be able to use it as an escape.
“I need a drink; I’ll lock the basement. Keep an eye and an ear out so he doesn’t escape. Cause if he does. You will be responsible Iris and you know what that means.” Glaring at Caspain as he climbed up the stairs the wooden chair leg in tow, he shouted at his daughter to follow who hesitated for a split second but left the basement looking at the door as he locked it.
The screams of pain that Caspain had let out soothed the inner rage, but he wasn’t over. Regis wanted more, he desired to harm the boy more and he was one step away from killing him. Old eyes looked over the tremble, he knew that right now he was cornered and there was nothing more dangerous than a cornered beast with a will to live. Although the rage, the anger urged him to hurt him more the practical side of his brain was telling him not too.
Grinding his teeth as he took deep breaths trying to calm himself, he shook his head, he couldn’t stop. No. He had to hurt him, he had to hurt the Prince that had taken everything he loved from him. Although his steps were heavy, his breathing was heavy as he spat at the floor removing the taste of iron he had in his mouth from the punch. Regis edged close to the Prince, a dangerous look in his eye as his left hand curled into a fist readying up for a punch. This would be a fight, he knew the Prince would fight back and a part of him was excited.
Drove by madness, drove by insanity Regis cackled shaking his head, “Oh no no. This won’t be a fist fight.” Taking a step back he moved to the chair that Caspain had used in his escape, picking it up in his hands he smashed it against the wall so one of the legs broke off into a somewhat splintered poll. “You will die here, and now.” His voice was cold, void of any emotion as he headed towards the Prince, his intent was to kill him now and be over with it all. Raising the splintered wooden poll, he was ready to ram it at the Prince, aiming for his stomach.
“DAD! STOP!” Iris panted skidding to halt in front of him arms outstretched as she cringed waiting to be hit by the wooden poll in his hands flinching out of instinct, but luckily her shout had brought him to his senses because he had stopped.
“Iris… what are? I could have killed you, stupid girl.” Regis grumbled his arm dropping to his side, but the wooden chair leg was still in hand. “He tried to escape, I decided to kill him now. Get it over with.”
“That doesn’t solve anything. Think of your plan.” Iris pleaded, she had heard his screams, the crashes and bangs and honestly feared the worst. She had thought he had killed Caspain already but was relieved to see him still standing. Injured, but alive.
“I..” Regis frowned shaking his head the anger was dying down, the rage he had felt disappeared when he felt his daughters’ hand on his arm as if to support him. The gentle touch reminding him that he was still human. “I didn’t think. You’re right. It’s only a few hours anyway.” Running fingers through his hair he cringed as he started to feel the pain in his arm, the pain on his face. “Idiot.” Grumbling he moved to the window putting the wooden plank back in front of it, but this time he reached for a padlock securing it in place so the Prince would not be able to use it as an escape.
“I need a drink; I’ll lock the basement. Keep an eye and an ear out so he doesn’t escape. Cause if he does. You will be responsible Iris and you know what that means.” Glaring at Caspain as he climbed up the stairs the wooden chair leg in tow, he shouted at his daughter to follow who hesitated for a split second but left the basement looking at the door as he locked it.
Awh look at it! Bless his little heart.
I was thinking of Regis forgetting to take out the pocketknife wedged in his arm.
Oh man I don't know what I want Regis to do next, I think Iris will stop them though. Bring them back to their senses
I was thinking of Regis forgetting to take out the pocketknife wedged in his arm.
Oh man I don't know what I want Regis to do next, I think Iris will stop them though. Bring them back to their senses
Just Chunjiro is fine, she felt herself relax at the idea of being able to call him by his name and not the traditional terms. She understood why people addressed each other as Ka-san, Anata. Her father had explained it to her before, of course she had never heard the words leave his lips as he always addressed her mother by first name. Wanting to make sure she knew her mothers name even though she grew up without one. Plus, it had been part of her lessons growing up, understanding the importance of respecting your husband and treating him well.
“Chunjiro…” Haru tried saying his name out loud, “Chun-san…” Pausing as she opted for the nickname version which felt friendlier, it felt like she knew him which she didn’t but at the same time it was better than addressing him traditionally.
He seems kind though. Her eyes looked over him, watching the cup of tea that rested in his hands. Cupping her own tea, she felt the warmth of the cup and it was a wonderful feeling, it gave her comfort especially when she had caused quite the commotion already. I hope he doesn’t think badly of me. I didn’t mean to drop the china. I didn’t mean to break something already. Well done… Biting her lip as she let her thoughts consume of how she had to have made a bad impression already. He probably thinks I’m stupid, I’ve already messed this up…
“O-Oh… you don’t want to eat anything?” Glancing up as she looked over at Chunjiro, a part of her already thinking that it was because he didn’t want to be with her. Or because she had already made a mess of the china so that meant she'd make a bigger mess cooking.
“I am so sorry. I should have had it all prepared before you woke… I just… didn’t think.” Bowing her head in respect to hide the shame she felt. Already she began to berate herself at not thinking, she should have had tea and some food prepared for him for when he woke up. That’s what she was supposed to do, how could I forget the fundamentals? Her pale hands had dropped from her cup of tea and had moved under the table, she was feeling incredibly conscious of herself and her actions around him.
Keeping her head bowed for a few minutes she fiddled with the hems of her sleeves on the pale pink kimono she was wearing under the table away from sight. The nerves were bubbling away as she tried not to be so nervous around him, but it was hard to forget that she had been such a klutz in the first few minutes of them actually being alone together. Bar the wedding of course, but they barely had time to talk at the event, not with all eyes on them at the ceremony.
Letting out a rather shaky breath she finally raised her head blonde hair falling behind her shoulders as she reached out for her tea, taking this moment to finally take a sip letting the hot liquid run down her throat. Distracting herself for a few moments as she tried to think of what to say, what to talk about but her mind kept drawing a blank which only made her feel worse. I wonder what he thinks of me… probably not good at this rate.
“Chunjiro…” Haru tried saying his name out loud, “Chun-san…” Pausing as she opted for the nickname version which felt friendlier, it felt like she knew him which she didn’t but at the same time it was better than addressing him traditionally.
He seems kind though. Her eyes looked over him, watching the cup of tea that rested in his hands. Cupping her own tea, she felt the warmth of the cup and it was a wonderful feeling, it gave her comfort especially when she had caused quite the commotion already. I hope he doesn’t think badly of me. I didn’t mean to drop the china. I didn’t mean to break something already. Well done… Biting her lip as she let her thoughts consume of how she had to have made a bad impression already. He probably thinks I’m stupid, I’ve already messed this up…
“O-Oh… you don’t want to eat anything?” Glancing up as she looked over at Chunjiro, a part of her already thinking that it was because he didn’t want to be with her. Or because she had already made a mess of the china so that meant she'd make a bigger mess cooking.
“I am so sorry. I should have had it all prepared before you woke… I just… didn’t think.” Bowing her head in respect to hide the shame she felt. Already she began to berate herself at not thinking, she should have had tea and some food prepared for him for when he woke up. That’s what she was supposed to do, how could I forget the fundamentals? Her pale hands had dropped from her cup of tea and had moved under the table, she was feeling incredibly conscious of herself and her actions around him.
Keeping her head bowed for a few minutes she fiddled with the hems of her sleeves on the pale pink kimono she was wearing under the table away from sight. The nerves were bubbling away as she tried not to be so nervous around him, but it was hard to forget that she had been such a klutz in the first few minutes of them actually being alone together. Bar the wedding of course, but they barely had time to talk at the event, not with all eyes on them at the ceremony.
Letting out a rather shaky breath she finally raised her head blonde hair falling behind her shoulders as she reached out for her tea, taking this moment to finally take a sip letting the hot liquid run down her throat. Distracting herself for a few moments as she tried to think of what to say, what to talk about but her mind kept drawing a blank which only made her feel worse. I wonder what he thinks of me… probably not good at this rate.
Hahaha omg though bless his little heart! So adorable :3
Omg I'm pretty excited for this!! And then for the breakout too. I'm so hype!!
I'll probably have Regis leave after this to go get some more alcohol to deal with his problems. That's when Iris will try to break him out.
I'll probably have Regis leave after this to go get some more alcohol to deal with his problems. That's when Iris will try to break him out.
Yeah! It sucks but I'm sure I will still have a good time! All these awesome video games haha.
Oooo nice one! Hopefully you get it done! I bet you can't wait for it to be over!
Also that post was kind of fun to write :3 Regis deffo needs anger management.
Oooo nice one! Hopefully you get it done! I bet you can't wait for it to be over!
Also that post was kind of fun to write :3 Regis deffo needs anger management.
Regis didn’t know what he was expecting when he walked down into the basement, but what he laid eyes on sent an immense rage through his whole body. His heart began to hammer away in his chest as he saw the bars tampered with, the Prince trying to climb out of the small window opening no longer tied up in his cell. The rage that coursed through his body momentarily stunned him as he saw the scene, for a moment he had completely forgotten himself as his eyes narrowed at the Prince who was desperately trying to escape them.
“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?.” Shouts left his lips as he rushed forward, hands grasping the Princes ankles as he pulled him harshly back inside not caring if he hurt the Prince. All reason had left Regis at this point. Pulling him down the floor he raised his booted foot and slammed it into the Princes stomach as hard as he could, as if he was squashing some insignificant fly at the bottom of his shoe.
“I swear to god I will kill you right here and now.” His voice had turned dangerously low as he knelt down to the Prince, hands moved to the brown locks of hair on his head as he forcefully dragged him back into his cell by his hair, however Regis wasn’t finished. He was far from done and felt it was high time he taught the Prince a valuable lesson today. “It’s time I taught you manners, it’s clear that it’s something you lack.” Spitting at the Prince as he rolled up the sleeves of his tartan red top. You could see the anger in his eyes, the rage that filled him and his body shook with anticipation.
Curling his hands into fists he wasted no time in punching the Prince, first the stomach area that he had already kicked. One, two… three hard punches one after the other as if Regis was tenderising some meat to cook for dinner. A wicked smiled crossed his lips as he looked Caspain in the eye, moments later the fist that had been punching his stomach went to his jaw. Grunting as his fist connected with Caspains jaw he felt the pain run up his right arm from the power and rage that fuelled the punch. Even though it had caused Regis pain his anger was being soothed as he used the Prince as a personal punching bag, releasing his pent up anger out on the Prince.
“Don’t worry. I’ll end your miserable life. Maybe I’ll move it forward to now.” Cold words left his mouth as he took a moment to compose himself. His hand went to his pocket and just like last time he pulled out a pocketknife, it gleamed in the light that was filling the basement and the wicked smile turned into a menacing one. “No one will care if I scar you.”
Standing back up Regis used his left up to push the Prince to his feet, pushing him against the wall in his cell as his left hand wrapped around his throat to hold him in place. Fingers pushing against the skin on his neck to make it difficult to breathe, showing the Prince that he had the upmost power in this situation. In his right hand he twirled the pocketknife as he licked his lips, madness and rage had consumed the rebel leader and he relished in watching the Prince in pain. Fingers squeezed his neck hard hoping to hear him struggle for his life as he considered killing him now, getting it over with.
“No one will care when your dead. Sorry excuse of a monarchy.” Growling out his words as he used the pocketknife to stab the Princes arm, “Won’t be able to push yourself up out of my window now.” Grinning as he twisted it in the Princes flesh hoping to hear a scream of pain, his anger levels had reached an all time high. “No one is coming for you here; you are going to die. Alone and unloved.”
“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?.” Shouts left his lips as he rushed forward, hands grasping the Princes ankles as he pulled him harshly back inside not caring if he hurt the Prince. All reason had left Regis at this point. Pulling him down the floor he raised his booted foot and slammed it into the Princes stomach as hard as he could, as if he was squashing some insignificant fly at the bottom of his shoe.
“I swear to god I will kill you right here and now.” His voice had turned dangerously low as he knelt down to the Prince, hands moved to the brown locks of hair on his head as he forcefully dragged him back into his cell by his hair, however Regis wasn’t finished. He was far from done and felt it was high time he taught the Prince a valuable lesson today. “It’s time I taught you manners, it’s clear that it’s something you lack.” Spitting at the Prince as he rolled up the sleeves of his tartan red top. You could see the anger in his eyes, the rage that filled him and his body shook with anticipation.
Curling his hands into fists he wasted no time in punching the Prince, first the stomach area that he had already kicked. One, two… three hard punches one after the other as if Regis was tenderising some meat to cook for dinner. A wicked smiled crossed his lips as he looked Caspain in the eye, moments later the fist that had been punching his stomach went to his jaw. Grunting as his fist connected with Caspains jaw he felt the pain run up his right arm from the power and rage that fuelled the punch. Even though it had caused Regis pain his anger was being soothed as he used the Prince as a personal punching bag, releasing his pent up anger out on the Prince.
“Don’t worry. I’ll end your miserable life. Maybe I’ll move it forward to now.” Cold words left his mouth as he took a moment to compose himself. His hand went to his pocket and just like last time he pulled out a pocketknife, it gleamed in the light that was filling the basement and the wicked smile turned into a menacing one. “No one will care if I scar you.”
Standing back up Regis used his left up to push the Prince to his feet, pushing him against the wall in his cell as his left hand wrapped around his throat to hold him in place. Fingers pushing against the skin on his neck to make it difficult to breathe, showing the Prince that he had the upmost power in this situation. In his right hand he twirled the pocketknife as he licked his lips, madness and rage had consumed the rebel leader and he relished in watching the Prince in pain. Fingers squeezed his neck hard hoping to hear him struggle for his life as he considered killing him now, getting it over with.
“No one will care when your dead. Sorry excuse of a monarchy.” Growling out his words as he used the pocketknife to stab the Princes arm, “Won’t be able to push yourself up out of my window now.” Grinning as he twisted it in the Princes flesh hoping to hear a scream of pain, his anger levels had reached an all time high. “No one is coming for you here; you are going to die. Alone and unloved.”
Exactly!! Although I'm back on Monday, I then have the 20th of April week off for my Birthday not that I am doing anything anymore xD Buuuuut good use of time to finish these games haha.
Oooo, how are the projects coming along? Got much more done yet?
Oooo, how are the projects coming along? Got much more done yet?
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