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This is Dilandau's girl here ;) creator of Hiroko and a selection of the other o.c creations you will come across here in this fiction, the second to be written by myself and Macbrooks; the character developer and writer of Guimel and her own o.c creations. Unfortunately we do not feel that our first fic will catch people's interest, as it is a collaboration of our two own escaflowne worlds combined and people would have to read both to understand the plot. But this hopefully will spark your interests and have you craving for more.
This 'collaborating' began in about August after I reviewed one of her pieces, she contacted me; bless her, and it all lead on from there. Oh just imagine if I hadn't noticed her writing or she hadn't reviewed back. this weekly insanity would never have began. Actually that might have been a good thing hehehe I could actually get my other pieces done! But its sparked an unbreakable friendship between us and now almost every Saturday and Sunday as well as some weekdays we get together and create our madness. I think we've written about 400 pages in total from all our current pieces. Truth be told weekends aren't the same without a good natter with the gal!
This was the second fic we began. Its based in her universe though we ended up making it a slightly A.U fic simply basing the writing on her worlds principles as Guimel turns out to be quite different from her Slayer stuff. Originally it was meant to based on Guimel and Hiroko was just supposed to be a main character, but one who was there to associate with Guimel, as he was meant to be the star, well that was my intention anyway. Boy has that changed! The chapters will be getting longer. And believe me there are plenty of them. And I certainly enjoy reading them, even after all this time! But now with the fic drawing to a close in our writing it seemed only fare to share our stuff with you fine people. Hopefully this will be as popular as my other work. I certainly love Macbrooks stuff and its always a treat to read her work, especially when were are im'ing! Its like having my very own private reading hehe. Anyway thought I'd give you a bit of history. We will try and update as regularly as possible and if you're interesting in any of our other pieces just check out our profile.
We collaborate therefore we shall henceforth be known as Collaborators.
Disclaimer: We don't own Escaflowne, the land, country nor the character Guimel. All other major and minor characters are of our own creation.
Dangerous Games
By Dilandau's girl and Macbrooks.
It starts as a game; a challenge played a dozen times over. The chase, the seduction, the bedding; an art perfected after many years of sporting with the innocent. Yet this time something different is about to occur, and with the war approaching, all the rules are about to be changed and lives completely altered, for better or for worse.
Chapter One
Let the Games Begin
Hiroko's mind strained to register the words her current companion droned out: matters of court, his latest, successful deal concerning affairs of state... His hand occasionally brushed against hers in a suggestive manor yet she suppressed her urge to pull away from him slightly, her parent's strict teaching preventing her from doing so. She remained silent, merely smiling and nodding her head at his words, as if taking a genuine interest in the young lord as he continued to praise himself. She nibbled gently on her lower lip as she watched the youth cast his eyes over her, suppressing a shudder, and continued to ring the lacing of her white gloves, eyes glancing away to fall upon the darkening night's sky, running over the fading golden glow.
Why had she returned to Zaibach; because of her father's request? Such a command was not to be questioned; she had learnt that at an early age. Upbringing in Zaibach, her homeland, had tamed her child-like spirit, as it had her mother before her, and only upon leaving the militaristic country and journeying to Asturia for a more broadened degree of social skills, had she been allowed her to relax slightly, indulging in the slightly more relaxed feel it had towards women. Yet secretly. secretly Hiroko suspected that her father's interest in sending her away was to have her face, name and title flaunted before prospective husbands. Her nose screwed up slightly at such a thought. She had barely passed 16 rotations and already he wanted to use her to his own gain. And what say did she or her mother have in it? None!
But she was obedient to her father and so had, upon his summons, returned to this cold country only to find herself at another formal function, her clothes tight and uncomfortable, the company even less appealing and her attention waning with every moment.
Finally the young lord beside her finished his self appraisal and excused himself, moving on to the next more willing woman, no doubt to repeat exactly what he had spoke to Hiroko. With a light smile she turned away, fiddling with a lock of loose hair as she plucked a fresh glass of white wine from one of the waiters' trays, moving away from the noise of the other guests to enjoy the plaintive tune of the string orchestra present that night.
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He had been watching her for some time now, a lazy smile forming as he watched Masuo make an ass of himself, probably boring her to tears. A new face in the same old crowd; Guimel's smile grew wider as he rotated the wineglass in his hand. Quite beautiful, carefully made up, striking clothes: all the signs of a well-bred young lady, along with the fact that, aside from a few small physical signs, she hadn't shown Masuo anything but avid interest in his conversation. He drew his gaze down her form, admiring the carefully-placed ringlets about her neck, the brilliant necklace that naturally drew the eye to the curves of her breasts, caressed by the dark blue silk of her bodice. His eyes traveled lower but there wasn't much else to see: a pure white overskirt, a matching dark blue underskirt showing down the center, fell from the small waist to the ground, hinting at sweetly curving hips; but only hinting at, as the design hid more than revealed. He'd just have to find out how she looked on his own, he thought with a pleased sigh. He looked casually over to one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that made up part of the ballrooms walls, quite pleased with his outfit: dazzling white with an inlaid gold design, the colors setting off his fair skin and light blonde hair to perfection. He looked back to the couple in time to see her nibble her lower lip and he smiled again. Masuo was such a bore! No wonder he couldn't get laid.
"I see you've noticed our newest playmate." Guimel didn't turn around although the words had been spoken by his ear. It was his cousin Kenneth, a fellow young nobleman who was an inveterate gossip. Really, he was probably yaoi, he thought, taking a swallow of wine, and he should just realize it and stop frustrating himself, since all he ever did after winning a girl's consent was to leave her at whatever secret place he had lured her. But he was also highly skilled at finding out about the various young women of the capital city's noble caste; Guimel wasn't going to give up such a valuable resource, so he kept mum about his speculations.
"Dazzling," he replied. "And dark. Is she a foreigner?"
"Dark?" Kenneth exclaimed quietly. "Merely a healthy glow, my dear Guimel. We can't all be fish belly white, like you!" Guimel smirked but didn't answer. He knew Kenneth would tell him all he knew about her: the young man simply couldn't resist gossiping.
Masuo had finally gotten tired of her non-responsiveness and had moved away, off to seek less wary prey; the girl's relief showed in the slight smile and Guimel could feel himself respond to the beautiful face, the graceful body that was both revealed and hidden from his view as she moved towards the orchestra.
"She's the daughter of the Duke; her name is Hiroko." Guimel's eyebrows rose.
"So this is who he's put on the auction block," he said. Kenneth chuckled.
"Hai. All he's said about her is true, as you can see for yourself. She's just come back from Asturia." Guimel snorted.
"Probably couldn't take the crudity of that country any longer," he replied lazily. "Sam did a tour there - what a pit." Kenneth's soft chuckle came again.
"They say she's untouched," he said.
"She holds herself as if she were. Interesting..." Guimel hid a smile: Kenneth would not be interested in her if she were a virgin. Currently his cousin was ahead of him by two women, well, if you count just getting their consent as a conquest. He suppressed a scowl: normally he would take his time on winning her - drawing out the seduction until she was so ready to lay with him she would practically be attacking him on sight, but he was scheduled to enter the military in a month, and he wasn't going to waste all his remaining free time on just one girl, no matter how lovely. Or untouched.
"Two days," he said to Kenneth, then cocked his head slightly, watching as she took a sip of wine. "Make it four: she's got spirit." He was intrigued at her independence; she was standing by the orchestra, out in the open as opposed to against a wall; no chaperone in sight.
"Four?" Kenneth replied in mock astonishment. "You're losing your touch, Guimel." He turned and looked at him, smiling lazily.
"We'll have to see, ne?"
This is Dilandau's girl here ;) creator of Hiroko and a selection of the other o.c creations you will come across here in this fiction, the second to be written by myself and Macbrooks; the character developer and writer of Guimel and her own o.c creations. Unfortunately we do not feel that our first fic will catch people's interest, as it is a collaboration of our two own escaflowne worlds combined and people would have to read both to understand the plot. But this hopefully will spark your interests and have you craving for more.
This 'collaborating' began in about August after I reviewed one of her pieces, she contacted me; bless her, and it all lead on from there. Oh just imagine if I hadn't noticed her writing or she hadn't reviewed back. this weekly insanity would never have began. Actually that might have been a good thing hehehe I could actually get my other pieces done! But its sparked an unbreakable friendship between us and now almost every Saturday and Sunday as well as some weekdays we get together and create our madness. I think we've written about 400 pages in total from all our current pieces. Truth be told weekends aren't the same without a good natter with the gal!
This was the second fic we began. Its based in her universe though we ended up making it a slightly A.U fic simply basing the writing on her worlds principles as Guimel turns out to be quite different from her Slayer stuff. Originally it was meant to based on Guimel and Hiroko was just supposed to be a main character, but one who was there to associate with Guimel, as he was meant to be the star, well that was my intention anyway. Boy has that changed! The chapters will be getting longer. And believe me there are plenty of them. And I certainly enjoy reading them, even after all this time! But now with the fic drawing to a close in our writing it seemed only fare to share our stuff with you fine people. Hopefully this will be as popular as my other work. I certainly love Macbrooks stuff and its always a treat to read her work, especially when were are im'ing! Its like having my very own private reading hehe. Anyway thought I'd give you a bit of history. We will try and update as regularly as possible and if you're interesting in any of our other pieces just check out our profile.
We collaborate therefore we shall henceforth be known as Collaborators.
Disclaimer: We don't own Escaflowne, the land, country nor the character Guimel. All other major and minor characters are of our own creation.
Dangerous Games
By Dilandau's girl and Macbrooks.
It starts as a game; a challenge played a dozen times over. The chase, the seduction, the bedding; an art perfected after many years of sporting with the innocent. Yet this time something different is about to occur, and with the war approaching, all the rules are about to be changed and lives completely altered, for better or for worse.
Chapter One
Let the Games Begin
Hiroko's mind strained to register the words her current companion droned out: matters of court, his latest, successful deal concerning affairs of state... His hand occasionally brushed against hers in a suggestive manor yet she suppressed her urge to pull away from him slightly, her parent's strict teaching preventing her from doing so. She remained silent, merely smiling and nodding her head at his words, as if taking a genuine interest in the young lord as he continued to praise himself. She nibbled gently on her lower lip as she watched the youth cast his eyes over her, suppressing a shudder, and continued to ring the lacing of her white gloves, eyes glancing away to fall upon the darkening night's sky, running over the fading golden glow.
Why had she returned to Zaibach; because of her father's request? Such a command was not to be questioned; she had learnt that at an early age. Upbringing in Zaibach, her homeland, had tamed her child-like spirit, as it had her mother before her, and only upon leaving the militaristic country and journeying to Asturia for a more broadened degree of social skills, had she been allowed her to relax slightly, indulging in the slightly more relaxed feel it had towards women. Yet secretly. secretly Hiroko suspected that her father's interest in sending her away was to have her face, name and title flaunted before prospective husbands. Her nose screwed up slightly at such a thought. She had barely passed 16 rotations and already he wanted to use her to his own gain. And what say did she or her mother have in it? None!
But she was obedient to her father and so had, upon his summons, returned to this cold country only to find herself at another formal function, her clothes tight and uncomfortable, the company even less appealing and her attention waning with every moment.
Finally the young lord beside her finished his self appraisal and excused himself, moving on to the next more willing woman, no doubt to repeat exactly what he had spoke to Hiroko. With a light smile she turned away, fiddling with a lock of loose hair as she plucked a fresh glass of white wine from one of the waiters' trays, moving away from the noise of the other guests to enjoy the plaintive tune of the string orchestra present that night.
---
He had been watching her for some time now, a lazy smile forming as he watched Masuo make an ass of himself, probably boring her to tears. A new face in the same old crowd; Guimel's smile grew wider as he rotated the wineglass in his hand. Quite beautiful, carefully made up, striking clothes: all the signs of a well-bred young lady, along with the fact that, aside from a few small physical signs, she hadn't shown Masuo anything but avid interest in his conversation. He drew his gaze down her form, admiring the carefully-placed ringlets about her neck, the brilliant necklace that naturally drew the eye to the curves of her breasts, caressed by the dark blue silk of her bodice. His eyes traveled lower but there wasn't much else to see: a pure white overskirt, a matching dark blue underskirt showing down the center, fell from the small waist to the ground, hinting at sweetly curving hips; but only hinting at, as the design hid more than revealed. He'd just have to find out how she looked on his own, he thought with a pleased sigh. He looked casually over to one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that made up part of the ballrooms walls, quite pleased with his outfit: dazzling white with an inlaid gold design, the colors setting off his fair skin and light blonde hair to perfection. He looked back to the couple in time to see her nibble her lower lip and he smiled again. Masuo was such a bore! No wonder he couldn't get laid.
"I see you've noticed our newest playmate." Guimel didn't turn around although the words had been spoken by his ear. It was his cousin Kenneth, a fellow young nobleman who was an inveterate gossip. Really, he was probably yaoi, he thought, taking a swallow of wine, and he should just realize it and stop frustrating himself, since all he ever did after winning a girl's consent was to leave her at whatever secret place he had lured her. But he was also highly skilled at finding out about the various young women of the capital city's noble caste; Guimel wasn't going to give up such a valuable resource, so he kept mum about his speculations.
"Dazzling," he replied. "And dark. Is she a foreigner?"
"Dark?" Kenneth exclaimed quietly. "Merely a healthy glow, my dear Guimel. We can't all be fish belly white, like you!" Guimel smirked but didn't answer. He knew Kenneth would tell him all he knew about her: the young man simply couldn't resist gossiping.
Masuo had finally gotten tired of her non-responsiveness and had moved away, off to seek less wary prey; the girl's relief showed in the slight smile and Guimel could feel himself respond to the beautiful face, the graceful body that was both revealed and hidden from his view as she moved towards the orchestra.
"She's the daughter of the Duke; her name is Hiroko." Guimel's eyebrows rose.
"So this is who he's put on the auction block," he said. Kenneth chuckled.
"Hai. All he's said about her is true, as you can see for yourself. She's just come back from Asturia." Guimel snorted.
"Probably couldn't take the crudity of that country any longer," he replied lazily. "Sam did a tour there - what a pit." Kenneth's soft chuckle came again.
"They say she's untouched," he said.
"She holds herself as if she were. Interesting..." Guimel hid a smile: Kenneth would not be interested in her if she were a virgin. Currently his cousin was ahead of him by two women, well, if you count just getting their consent as a conquest. He suppressed a scowl: normally he would take his time on winning her - drawing out the seduction until she was so ready to lay with him she would practically be attacking him on sight, but he was scheduled to enter the military in a month, and he wasn't going to waste all his remaining free time on just one girl, no matter how lovely. Or untouched.
"Two days," he said to Kenneth, then cocked his head slightly, watching as she took a sip of wine. "Make it four: she's got spirit." He was intrigued at her independence; she was standing by the orchestra, out in the open as opposed to against a wall; no chaperone in sight.
"Four?" Kenneth replied in mock astonishment. "You're losing your touch, Guimel." He turned and looked at him, smiling lazily.
"We'll have to see, ne?"