The Ables
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,194
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Fire To Fire
The bell was loud and the learning process was over, as usual she pretended to not know how to lift a pencil with her index finger.
“Rough day rebellious one?”
Atticus Lange, 19 years young, 6’0, brown hair tucked behind his ears, blue eyes, kind smile, friend of 5 years, grouping as a yellow with a few classes on green.
“Hey nerd”
It was rare to see a sincere smile cross Ava’s lips but he always did it.
“I heard you got a few classes outside your grouping?
“Mhm, it pays to practice, I’ll never ‘upgrade’ of course, but at least I’ll be best of my grouping”
“It’s all a waste of time to me, really.” Ava stared at the storm infused sky, her voice low due to her head dreaming off.
“Maybe we will get lucky and some of them will get electrocuted”
Atticus wrapped his arm around his close friend’s shoulder and they started towards her dwelling. The place in which Ava loathed living in, was a particular castle her father loved. It was very old, smelled horrible and had too many rooms. The gates were made of iron and nothing lived in the gardens.
“Atticus, I think I would like living here more if I had a mote and an alligator to accompany me”
“You and an alligator? I think I would fear that day.”
Atticus handed over her bag and started on his own path towards his residence.
Maybe this would be a good thing if flying brooms existed for us.
Ava made her way through the gates and the spaces where a forever dying garden existed, only bushes of thorned things ever seemed to survive. She always hated pushing the stupid heavy doors open, and of course they had gargoyle heads imprinted on them.
“Maybe men over compensate for what they don’t have by having gargoyles everywhere”
Through the doors, her father stood, his icy eyes obviously speech ready.
“Avalee, another call from your heading, still being rebellious are we?”
“Well, I’m crying out for attention, it’s what youth is suppose to do.”
She ignored his further questions and the three woman crooning over him. Her father was very known in the town, I’m sure you’ve caught on to that part. A red grouping and very feared, in the Sevine Council, which is the kind of council you’ve really got to be impressing somebody to be in.
Ava made her way through the common room and sat in the vast library. Books and shelves that went all the way up to the vaulted ceilings, the furniture was Victorian like, red velvets and dark woods, a desk in the corn and brandy hidden in a globe of your world. Literature, and good brandy. It was the best way to escape the lingering smell of old.
A dark figure stood in the corner, watching her, his contemplating eyes shone dazzling with mischief.
“Avalee, getting in trouble again are you?”
Corvle Forbis, 23 years of age, typical dark greasy long hair, dark eyes, pale, brash, red grouping, a council men of the Sevine.
“Don’t you like to be in trouble?”
Ava walked cautiously over to him, very slowly so he could watch every move.
Corvle very forcefully grabbed both her arms and pressed her against him. Ava smiled coyly.
“Is there something that you want?”
Ava bit his ear playfully and started undoing his belt.
“I’m getting sick of these childish games, you know that?” His anger and the fierceness in his eyes affected her as did a kittens meow.
Ava rolled her eyes and bit his lips, Corvle kissed her and when he felt so sure of himself, she would bite him a little harder, His hands were strong and were pulling open her jeans. She pulled away and started walking off. Corvle followed her and watched her slip off her shirt, admiring her almost ethereal presence. She grabbed him by his neck and pressed her herself against the fireplace, with her legs around his waist and her impressive bare chest firmly against his, he couldn’t wait to get in her.
The fire grew a great deal and sparks hit the carpet setting small fires around them.
“What the hell!?” Corvle in obvious frustration, still would not mind burning to death at the moment.
Ava grabbed her shirt, quickly put her jeans on and casually walked off, leaving Corvle to put the fire out, in more ways than one.
“Avalee! What is all the commotion in here!?” Her father demanded.
“I think Corvle doesn’t have the best of his abilities, quite the Pyromaniac, maybe you should look into that. Obsessions are not healthy to have, you know”
Ava steadily walked up the stairs to her sleeping room with a wicked smile on her face.
She loved fucking with them, all of them. They had not the slightest of idea of what she could do.
“Rough day rebellious one?”
Atticus Lange, 19 years young, 6’0, brown hair tucked behind his ears, blue eyes, kind smile, friend of 5 years, grouping as a yellow with a few classes on green.
“Hey nerd”
It was rare to see a sincere smile cross Ava’s lips but he always did it.
“I heard you got a few classes outside your grouping?
“Mhm, it pays to practice, I’ll never ‘upgrade’ of course, but at least I’ll be best of my grouping”
“It’s all a waste of time to me, really.” Ava stared at the storm infused sky, her voice low due to her head dreaming off.
“Maybe we will get lucky and some of them will get electrocuted”
Atticus wrapped his arm around his close friend’s shoulder and they started towards her dwelling. The place in which Ava loathed living in, was a particular castle her father loved. It was very old, smelled horrible and had too many rooms. The gates were made of iron and nothing lived in the gardens.
“Atticus, I think I would like living here more if I had a mote and an alligator to accompany me”
“You and an alligator? I think I would fear that day.”
Atticus handed over her bag and started on his own path towards his residence.
Maybe this would be a good thing if flying brooms existed for us.
Ava made her way through the gates and the spaces where a forever dying garden existed, only bushes of thorned things ever seemed to survive. She always hated pushing the stupid heavy doors open, and of course they had gargoyle heads imprinted on them.
“Maybe men over compensate for what they don’t have by having gargoyles everywhere”
Through the doors, her father stood, his icy eyes obviously speech ready.
“Avalee, another call from your heading, still being rebellious are we?”
“Well, I’m crying out for attention, it’s what youth is suppose to do.”
She ignored his further questions and the three woman crooning over him. Her father was very known in the town, I’m sure you’ve caught on to that part. A red grouping and very feared, in the Sevine Council, which is the kind of council you’ve really got to be impressing somebody to be in.
Ava made her way through the common room and sat in the vast library. Books and shelves that went all the way up to the vaulted ceilings, the furniture was Victorian like, red velvets and dark woods, a desk in the corn and brandy hidden in a globe of your world. Literature, and good brandy. It was the best way to escape the lingering smell of old.
A dark figure stood in the corner, watching her, his contemplating eyes shone dazzling with mischief.
“Avalee, getting in trouble again are you?”
Corvle Forbis, 23 years of age, typical dark greasy long hair, dark eyes, pale, brash, red grouping, a council men of the Sevine.
“Don’t you like to be in trouble?”
Ava walked cautiously over to him, very slowly so he could watch every move.
Corvle very forcefully grabbed both her arms and pressed her against him. Ava smiled coyly.
“Is there something that you want?”
Ava bit his ear playfully and started undoing his belt.
“I’m getting sick of these childish games, you know that?” His anger and the fierceness in his eyes affected her as did a kittens meow.
Ava rolled her eyes and bit his lips, Corvle kissed her and when he felt so sure of himself, she would bite him a little harder, His hands were strong and were pulling open her jeans. She pulled away and started walking off. Corvle followed her and watched her slip off her shirt, admiring her almost ethereal presence. She grabbed him by his neck and pressed her herself against the fireplace, with her legs around his waist and her impressive bare chest firmly against his, he couldn’t wait to get in her.
The fire grew a great deal and sparks hit the carpet setting small fires around them.
“What the hell!?” Corvle in obvious frustration, still would not mind burning to death at the moment.
Ava grabbed her shirt, quickly put her jeans on and casually walked off, leaving Corvle to put the fire out, in more ways than one.
“Avalee! What is all the commotion in here!?” Her father demanded.
“I think Corvle doesn’t have the best of his abilities, quite the Pyromaniac, maybe you should look into that. Obsessions are not healthy to have, you know”
Ava steadily walked up the stairs to her sleeping room with a wicked smile on her face.
She loved fucking with them, all of them. They had not the slightest of idea of what she could do.