Private Tales Golden Spoons and Gucci

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Her first instinct was to use magic. To take out one of her magical tattoos. But she knew she couldn't let him see it. Her brother had explained the dangers of her having magic and not attending the Academy, especially since she didn't want that dreadlord life. She and her family would be reported and she'd probably be forced to attend.

So, she stumbled back into the wall behind her. That open aired window next to them filtering in the muffled sounds of guests in the courtyard below. He made sure to angle his body so he wouldn't be seen by any curious guests looking upwards. Out of the corner of her bright, blue eye she thought she saw something slide along the floor toward them.

But the man's voice brought her attention back to his sneering face as his other hand came up and gripped her jaw roughly. She tugged her wrist roughly, trying to get out of his grasp.

"Let. Go. Of. Me," she hissed which only caused the man to chuckle darkly, his grip tightening on her skin.

"Such fire and beauty. Do you know how rich I am? How powerful my family is? That no matter what we do here? No one will believe you. I could just-,"

Mariana jerked her knee upward, getting sick of his droll monologue followed by a fist to his stomach. He released her with a grunt of surprise and a very ungentlemanly string of curses. She lunged to the side only to feel one of his arms snake around her waist as he threw them both to the floor.