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[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

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(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

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──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

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──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

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──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

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──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

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──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

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──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

+ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

+ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

+ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

+ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

+ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

+ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

+ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

+ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

+ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*

[bitesizedblap]

I really like to think Demelza and Azel playfight.

So i'm writing about it.

+ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

──────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── +

(Pairing, Azel Radwan x Demelza (oc)

It probably starts with Demelza, eyes locked on the satin drape across Azels shoulders. Slowly reaching out to appreciate its smooth finish between her finger, the way it shimmers under setting sunlight.

Absentmindedly, she begins to gather a few more Inches more into her grasp. Azel, now distracted from his thoughts, shoots her a warning glance.

Pleased to have gotten a reaction out of him, Demelza persists with a more purposeful yank. She slides it completely off of his arms.

With a growl, Azel jerks the cloth back with enough force to drag her entire body with it.

He’d rise from his seated position, as if to say he’d have enough of her games for today.

Demelza releases her grip and raises her hands in feigned defeat, as though he couldn’t clearly see the smile in her eyes.

Rejecting her unspoken apology Azel crosses his arms and turn away in a huff. Demelza shrugs, beginning to walk away as Azel begins to brush himself off.

She Pivots, reclaiming the fabric with a flourish and an audible laugh.

Reacting with a start, Azel catches an end. Neither pull their corner, Their eyes meet

Azel relaxes the corners of his lips from a Bitter scowl into a tired frown. The Falling sun behind him seemed to accentuate the shadows of his face and the dark circles under his eyes. Pleading “Please not right now, Let me rest”. But She knew he was well far too prideful to beg for peace.

Not falling for his appeal to emotion, Ellie wraps the rest of the scarf around herself in a victorious twirl and bounds away. Hearing his displeased cursing behind her.

Before she can make her escape she's tackled to the ground.

Demelza uses her body weight to pin the sash against the ground, Azel rolls her onto her back.

Being forced to meet The Princes intimidating gaze once again; She defiantly grips the sash awkwardly with her non-dominant hand.

He’s muttering something, she cannot make it out.

Now she’s close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his flushed cheeks..

Weakly admiring how smooth his skin looked up close, how it appears to glow against the deep orange light reflecting off of hers. The attractive way his eyes narrowed, His playful teasing grin, his slender neck. The artistic pronunciation of his collarbones and sharpness of his jaw. His Broad shoulders.

And of course The way the muscles in his arms flexed, as he slowly drew the drape toward his body. Attempting to discreetly slide the Sash out from beneath her while he had her eyes.

He almost got her there.

She quickly drew her legs together and, using as much leverage as she could gather, bucked out. Knocking the air straight out of his lunges and Tossing him over her in one nasty vault.

Having been laid flat on his back, Azel watched helplessly as Demelza dashed off. Prize in hand.

Epilogue;

*snifffffff*