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🥀Love Quote #5

“I’ve loved you once. And I am sure I can love you again. But I only have hatred for you now. The only thing that’s keeping me from killing you is my desire to hold you in my arms once again.” ~ Adelola to Constantine

🥀 Adelola One Shot

This is ENTIRELY on Adelola and Constantine’s relationship.

TW: the TENSION.

Tag list: @jezifster @onthetipofmyquill @written-in-gold

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Loud cheers and laughter filled the ballroom, guests danced around, moving to the music the orchestra played as they drank and partied. It was Adelola’s 20th birthday, her coming of age ceremony. And she was not in the mood to party.

The last past days were filled with council meetings, war plans, and the constant stress of planning a funeral. On top of all of this, her brother wasn’t around, healing in the royal infirmary and he may not be up to help finish the worked they’ve started.

Once again, it falls on her to save everyone.

Drums sounded and horn trumpets blared as the crowd sang their praises, congratulating her on another year of life and finally becoming a woman. Well, she guessed there was something good to come out of all of this. She hummed, lightly tapping the arm rest of the woven throne she sat one.

She can finally complete the last part of her plan. Now if she could only find where Necros was…

Another trumpet blared, making her wince. She should get out of here first, plus it wasn’t like she needed to be here right now. No, she wasn’t needed for what, a good half an hour? Adelola stood up, making her way out of the ballroom.

She sneaked through the hallways, making sure not to trip over her dress as she waved to the staff. Tired, she was so tired. She finally found an empty room and went inside, locking the door behind her. Now, she can finally rest-

“Princess?”

Adelola flinched, gasping lightly as she turned around. She allowed her vision to get used to the dark, slowly picking out the surroundings.

A bedroom?

“Lola, aren’t you supposed to be back at the party?”

Adelola turned to the source of the voice to see red eyes staring back at her. Ah, there he is. “Constantine. I wasn’t expecting you to be in here. Weren’t you supposed to be with the other guards?”

Constantine stayed silently for a while, trying to think up an excuse to say. “I was…resting.” He knew that was a lie, he was actually waiting for someone to help finish the rest of his plans. A way to bring in the war, and kill off the princess. Who was standing right in front of him with no guards whatsoever.

“You were resting?” Adelola cocked a hip out to the side, folding her arms as she smiled softly. He knew that she knew he was lying. “Well, Connie. If you don’t mind me resting with you. That would be wonderful.”

Constantine huffed out a laugh and turned around to go sit on one of the love seats but stopped, a flash of gold passing his vision. He turned around, only to see Adelola making her way over to the bed. The dim light of the moon illuminating her figure and her dress.

Oh mercy, the dress. The way it seemingly melted on her skin, as if it were a second of skin. Just waiting to be torn off. Did her body always look so tempting? Constantine shook his head, his jaw clenching. No, he can’t think of her like that. It was probably because he was tired, and it was her 20th birthday. Everyone’s probably seeing her as tempting right now.

But the more he studied her the more he couldn’t help himself. Did she get her hair straightened for the occasion? The way it fell down her shoulders like silky golden waves made him want to touch it. To run his hands through each strands. He clenched his hand and his eye twitches, no no no. Constantine is a patient honorable man, a gentleman.

He took deep breath to calm himself, to restrain himself from grabbing her. I’m gentleman, he told himself. I’m simply tired.

“Connie, you’re bleeding.”

He snapped out of his trance and looked down to see Adelola standing there cradling his balled up fist. The warm feeling of liquid made him look at his hand to see blood pooling out. “Oh.”

Adelola stared up at him with worry in her eyes and sighed, “come.” He went to protest, saying he was fine but was met with a glare. “Come.” She yanked him forward a bit and dragged him over to the bed. “Sit.”

Constantine did so silently, watching as she went around the bed to get what seemed to be a first aid kit. “I was examining the room” Adelola spoke up, fidgeting to get the kit open as she walked over to him, “Turns it was an old maid’s room.”

She knelt in front of him and placed the opened kit next to her. “Looks like they keep the kits inside the old rooms as well.” She hummed, gently taking his hand and opening it. Silence fell over the two as Adelola worked, carefully bandaging the wound.

Constantine continued to watch, watching the way she would fidget around. Red eyes seemed to glow dimly as they watch a figure made of gold work silently.

“Princess…”

“Hm?”

“Do I make you nervous?” Constantine asked, watching as Adelola placed the supplies back into the kit. The princess scoffed, locking up the kit and placing it underneath the bed. “Of course not Connie.” She busied herself with making sure she still looked presentable.

Constantine glanced away from her, eyes flickering over to the locked door before going back to her. He licked his lips and smiled softly, “Look at me, Lola. And tell me that.” But she never looked up, she fiddled with the tight fabric of her dress. “I don’t see why I should do that, it’s quite a ridiculous question as to why would ask me that-”

“Look at me.” Constantine said once more, lifting her head so she could look at him. “Do I make you nervous Lola.”

“No. But do I make you nervous Connie?” Adelola titled her head, widening her eyes to look a little more innocent. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were watching me.” A small smirk formed, “How long have you been looking at me like that?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh yes you do,” Adelola chuckled, getting up from her knees and pushing his hand away from her face. She placed a leg between his legs and pushed him down. “How long, Mr. Constantine? Has been from last year’s ball?”

She smiled when Constantine tensed up, jaw clenching up once again. His eye twitched, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He growled lowly, averting his gaze to look anywhere but at her.

“You’re reaction says differently, Mr. Constantine.” Adelola lowered until their faces were mere inches apart. Constantine breath hitch, his throat drying up as he tried to find something. Anything to say. “I-”

“Your majesty? Are you in here”

Adelola sneered and looked over to the door. “Yes?” She called out, getting up off of him.

“You’re needed in 20 minutes, I suggest we go and get changed for the 3rd event.” The maid called out patiently, waiting for Adelola to come out.

The young princess brushed herself off, glancing over to Constantine and flashing a smile before making her way over to the door, leaving Constantine by himself.

Constantine stayed on the bed, a little dazed by what happened. But the only thing on his fuzzy mind was her.

Crap.

🥀Love Quote #14

“Love me the way the way you bleed for your crew. I want to see that same passion in your eyes when you look at me. The same thirst when you kill…” ~ Simeon to Bernadette

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Scene sneakpeak 🥀

Citrus. That’s what I smelt when I placed my face against her neck. Sweet, tangy citrus.

The more I smelt the more I became more aware of my surroundings. I became more aware of who was currently in my arms. My grip tightened on her skirts as I took one last breath of her scent in, growling lowly “Adelola..” I felt her shiver, her head turning to look back at me.

Those eyes. Those beautiful golden big eyes that stared back at me with an emotion I can’t quite place. A small sweet smile graced her face “Yes, Connie?”

And then somehow, I become even more aware. She isn’t mine. She’s Necos’. I clenched my jaw at the realization. She isn’t Constantine’s. She isn’t mine. She belongs to Necos.

“Come back to my room with me, Lola.” The words left my lips before I could stop them. My brain told me to stop, to not go further with this. But the way her eyes shifted into something more intoxicating kept me put.

Her delicate fingers snaked up to my face as she laughed airly. “You want me to go back to your room with you?”

I nodded, my face set in determination “Yes.”

She hummed lightly, tapping my cheek as she went into deep thought. “What about your boss?”

I scowled “My boss?”

Adelola studied my face, a sly grin forming on hers. She leaned forward, leaving a few inches between our faces, her voice dropping to a whisper “Necos, Connie. What about him?”

My scowl deepened. I tightened my grip on her, as if letting her go would have Necos swinging around the corner to snatch her up. “To hell with him.”

I must have said the right thing because the next thing I knew I was being dragged off of the dance floor and towards the entrance of the building. I watched her back as she moved, storing away each away of her hip and the bounciness of her curls in the back of my mind.

She’s mine. She will be. I’ll make sure of it.

OK so I was thinking, which Countries would my characters be from if they were in this world, and honestly it’s giving Mr. worldwide lol. So let’s get into it!:

Romania - she’s a goddess my guy. But her human form is from Jamaica! (Makes sense since she’s basically me)

Ophélie - also from Jamaica

Adelola - Africa, specifically Ghana

Amadi - Africa, specifically Ghana

Constantine - Rome, Italy

Samuella - France

Aurora - France

Jessie ( Jezoth’s human form) - France

Catalina (Nyx) - Columbia

Kotori - he’s Native American specifically the Navajo tribe

Valencia ( aka Sai, Bloody Mary, Mariya Zoidze) - Georgia 🇬🇪 . The country not the state.

Seraphina - Armenia 🇦🇲

Cherry - South Korea

Osamu - France

Ace - he’s half Brazilian half French but would be born in Scotland or Germany

Adam - he’s half Brazilian half French but would be born in Scotland or Germany

Gemini - Dominican Republic

Sabine - Armenia 🇦🇲

Zeira- Trinidad 🇹🇹

There’s a lot more characters but these are some of the main ones. If you make a list like this tag me so I can see! I wanna know what countries your characters would be from if they were from this world!

🥀 LOVE QUOTE #18

“You have no idea how you affect me princess. You have no idea how much you’ve plagued my very thoughts. I want you, and only you. I want to feel you beneath me, I want to feel your hot breath on my neck. I need you.” ~ Constantine to Adelola

Haitus

Alright my roses! I'll be going on a little haitus from my main blog for a bit as to work on the getting chapters to the side blog, editing, as well as actually get some writing done for "ADELOLA". It's won't be a long haitus, but it won't be short either. I'll be back as soon as possible!

~ Robin Fox

🥀Love Quote #2

“It doesn’t matter to me whether you are some kind of god brought down to earth or a mere a demon, from the ranks of Jezoth ready to kill me…I’ll always love you. And I will always run to the ends of the earth if it means holding you in my arms, your majesty.” ~ Darius to Seraphina