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Name: Natasha Zoe Nicholson» Alias: Queen of the Royal Flush; The Queen; Mrs. Nicholson; Damian's Wife
*(Natasha = birthday; Zoe = life)
Gender: Female
» Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 24
» Birthdate: October 27
Species: Witch
» Arcane Specialization: Bloodborne
» Gang: The Royal Flush
» Status: Council Member
Appearance:
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 107lbs
Hair: ebony; long; straight
Skin: pale
Eyes: light brown
Body: thin; surgically enhanced
Voice: husky; playful with an edge of steel
Markings: Natasha has a blood red, heart shaped tattoo on her right hipbone; a constant reminder of her past, and how far she has come since then.
Personality: Natasha has always had the ability to get people to notice her; she is flamboyant in both personality and style, and draws attention from everyone when she walks into a room. She is very charismatic, especially when she wants something from you, and has a knack for making you feel like the most important person in the world. She has always been able to read people well, and decipher what someone wants; as a result, Natasha is highly manipulative, and will use a person's desires and wishes to get her way if she can. She loves to flirt, and enjoys being the centre of attention. She is as dangerous as she is charming though, so watch your back if you play with her, because you might end up hurt. Having spent her entire life needing to claw her way up to any desired position has made Natasha a very ambitious and insatiably, power hungry woman; the higher she climbs, the more she wants to keep going. She doesn't care who she steps on along the way, because to her, politics is just a game, which will surely catch up to her if she isn't careful.
» Weakness(es): Damian; power hungry (can also be seen as a strength); ruthlessly insensitive in politics.
» Strength(s): clever; powerful; ambitious; mind games (can also be seen as a weakness).
History: As one of many children of a single mother, and therefore more often than not neglected, Natasha has always wanted to feel special. Growing up, she fell in with the wrong crowds, experimenting with the wilder side of life at a young age. By the time she was sixteen, she was already sneaking into clubs in downtown L.A., and it was not long before she began to hear of a powerful feminist, all-women gang in the city called the Queens. Natasha decided that she wanted to become a member, for the power that came along with being in a gang was too enticing, never mind the potential danger. She befriended a member, who she eventually convinced to put in a good word for her and at eighteen, she was a Queen. Imagine her surprise when she was inducted to realize that that gang not only specialized in illegal activities, but that they were witches as well. Her initial disbelief in the claim was soon discarded when she witnessed firsthand some of the spells the Leader and Apprentices could cast, and she knew she wanted to eventually be as powerful. Natasha plotted her rise within the gang, always making sure to go above and beyond as a regular member, and when she caught the eye of the Leader, she did everything within her power to keep it, even if it meant getting in bed with the woman. Her relationship with Imara Clotier was eye-opening in more ways than one, and Natasha learned so much more during their pillow talk than she ever would as a witch-in-training. When one of the apprentices died from failing the trials, Natasha took her place, and with the guidance of her mentor, lover, and leader, Natasha excelled in her schooling. Several months before her graduation, at the age of twenty, Natasha met a young man who made her heart race and her blood burn with wild fever. He introduced himself to her as Damian Nicholson and Natasha was instantly smitten. Damian Wayne swept her off her feet, and it wasn’t long before Natasha was cheating on her Queen in more ways than one. Clever as they both were, it didn’t take long for either to realize that they were in rival gangs, but instead of tearing them apart, Natasha fell deeper in love with Batman’s Son. She knew she was playing with fire when it came to going behind Imara's back, but Natasha was confident that she could outsmart the woman. If Natasha survived the deathly ritual, she would then inform her Leader that she had been offered a position in The Royal Flush (with Damian), and would be taking her leave. All went according to plan, and with her newly granted power and her skin intact, Natasha left her lover and her gang for the new life that awaited her. On her twenty-second birthday, Damian proposed to her, and Natasha gladly accepted. Now, working together as husband and wife, King and Queen, Druid and Bloodborne, Mr. and Mrs. Nicholson only plan on moving forward.
Relation(s):
» Imara Clotier - Queen of Spades (Leader); Witch; Bloodborne; 29; Ex-Lover; Rocky Relationship at Best
» Damian Wayne Nicholson - King of the Royal Flush; Warlock; Druid; 28; Husband; Open Relationship; Terribly Fond of Her King
» Deryn Éamonn Connolly-Nicholson - King of Clubs (Leader); Warlock; Druid; 21; Brother-in-Law; Cute Distraction
Weapon(s): Boline
» Fighting Skill(s): None
Power(s):
» Bloodbending: The ability to hydrokinetically take hold of and manipulate the blood within an organism's body. In order to control the individual's physical movements, she has to have touched the person's blood first.
» Cauldron of Blood: The ability to boil a subject's blood in their veins like water on a stove. She must touch her subject, and it is this contact that simmers the subject's blood. This power is always fatal to mortals, and causes great damage to even the mightiest witches and warlocks.
» Mind Manipulation: The ability to control the minds and thoughts of an individual; when used as a group, it allows the control of large crowds.
Other: Due to her overly flirtatious nature and her husband's charming persona, it simply made sense for the couple to keep their relationship an open one when it came to sex. What happens due to lust has nothing to do with the mental connection they share, and in order to remain happy together, they weren't going to let something so frivolous as bedding multiple people tear them apart. So long as no one brought anyone else home, and they both came before another lover, what happened in the heat of passion was a different story.
The melodious harmony of classical Beethoven emanated through the mansion as the Nicholsons prepared themselves for the evening’s activities. It had become a ritual of sorts: getting ready together. With both of them as vain as they were, it was a good compromise to becoming competitive instead with the attempt to hog the limelight. Natasha enjoyed selecting Damian’s suit, shirt and tie while he loved to pick out whatever scandalous outfit she would wear as she walked by his side: together, they could stun a room into silence with their cultured glory. Stepping out of the marble bathroom in her lush robe, the Queen made her way into the massive bedroom she shared with her husband (and that they sometimes shared with others), her brown eyes searching the room for his tall and handsome form. The King had left the bath earlier than her to get a head start on dressing, but Natasha never understood why he chose to do that, especially since he would have to wait for her to finish anyway. Even so, he never really seemed to mind and she loved seeing him ready and waiting.
“Damian?” Natasha called, her bare feet moving along the plush carpet as she made her way to her vanity desk to prepare her face.
Chiar di luna, spilled from the surround sound, and drifted throughout the otherwise quiet quarters of the upper floor, filling the silent air like a breeze with one of the King’s favorite pieces. He hummed along with the timeless melody, checking his refection while his fingers finished securing the buttons of the perfectly pressed oxford Natasha had chosen for the evening. Stepping back and away from the full length mirror, housed within his sizable walk in closet, which was a sardine can in comparison to his wife’s, Damian straightened the fabric along his arms and tucked the hem into the waistline of his trousers, which Natasha, too, had selected. He had no qualms with letting the Queen dress him, knowing she would never let him leave the house looking a fool. Her taste was always on point in order to bring the most attention not only to him but respectfully herself, being the decoration on his arm, and his ego took as much pride in that as hers did.Hearing the ever alluring voice of his Queen calling out to him, Damian’s lips slowly crept into a smile, and grabbing his preselected tie from the array of others, he headed for the exit of the closet that would open into their bedroom, following the sound of her beckoning. Stepping into the room, he draped the tie around his neck, but neglected to further attend to it just yet. The King liked giving himself time, and hated to rush, the leisure of getting ready for a night out with his wife sometimes being more enjoyable than the night out itself. “My love?” he returned in a gruff but sensual tone, approaching her back, his feet still void of shoes and socks, as they were typically the last thing he put on to avoid scuffing. “Is there something you need,” Damian asked her, leaning down to kiss her neck as she sat at her vanity, moving the collar of her robe slightly to reveal the curve of one shoulder.
Smiling at the mirror as she took in the delicious image of her husband's well dressed form in the reflection, Natasha tilted her head away from Damian's mouth to give him easier access to the long expanse of her milky white neck. He was so hot and she didn't think she'd ever get enough of his gorgeousness. The slightly rough scraping of his two week old and meticulously groomed five o'clock shadow against her smooth skin was not at all uncomfortable; in fact, she loved the feeling of it against her flesh and there wasn't a place on her body where she didn't enjoy the shiver like sensation it induced. "Just wanted to know what you picked out for me," the Queen said to her King as she turned her face slightly to meet his gaze with her own light brown one. Even though the Bloodborne always selected the Druid's suit early on in the afternoon, Damian always waited, and she loved that. It was like a tiny little surprise everytime, and he always managed to choose something she forgot she even owned, which made it feel like Christmas all over again. "I need to know what color palette to choose for my makeup," she gave him a seductive smirk and a cheeky wink, not bothering to pull her robe back up her shoulder. If Damian liked her bare, she'd remain just so for him. "You look so handsome," she told him, biting down on her lower lip suggestively as she arched a dark brow enticingly.
A low murmur of enlightened understanding rumbled within Damian's throat at her reply but he lingered where he was nevertheless, in little hurry to pull himself away from his immaculate wife just yet as she still smelled sweetly of the bath he had left her in minutes before. Idly returning to a gentle nipping of her soft and still exposed supple flesh, a slick grin stretched across the King's expression at Natasha's compliment to which he paused just long enough in his affections to say,"Well, what can I say...my wife has good taste," before returning to his tasting of her. He knew she didn't mind the scruff like some women, and in fact she seemed to rather enjoy the fact Damian chose not to stay clean shaven; and he used this knowledge to his advantage every now and again, simply because he could. She would squirm beneath it at times, and it wasn't easy to make the Queen of the Flush squirm, making the acomplishment and fun of doing so that much greater for her husband. He enjoyed getting to her, and she him, it was a game they both liked to play and they both played well.Finally deciding to lift himself upright again, he placed both large hands on either of the Bloodborne's shoulders, and gazed down at her sultry look with a grin of appeasement unmatched in its smolder and added, "But I gotta say, you look rather decadent yourself just as you are." Damian knew she would bask in the way his rich eyes lingered shamelessly upon his Queen, and though he tactfully allowed the moment to stand long enough to let it settle heavily around them, with equal tact, he removed himself from Natasha and retreated to the opposit side of the room where her closet was located. He had picked her dress for the night in advance, but as always, he hadn't pulled it from its place among the countless others to avoid spoiling the surprise. "I was thinking something, royal," he hinted as he disappeared into the depths of her wardrobe.
The Bloodborne smiled at her husband's response, telling him in a seductive tone, "I do, but you make it look good," she insisted with a playful wink. As the King of the Royal Flush scraped his way along her shoulder, Natasha mmm'ed lightly for his benefit as well as to let him know that his efforts were well appreciated. She remained completely relaxed under his administrations, enjoying the way he scratched a path along her milky skin, her eyelids fluttering with a silent plea for him to continue. When he pulled away, she pouted at him playfully, her eyes holding his gaze as he gave her a hint of what was to potentially come. Even after years of being in the holy bond of matrimony with the Druid, he still had a way of making her feel vulnerable and very naked beneath his intense gaze. Suddenly, Natasha was no longer in the mood to get dressed, wanting to remain here with her King alone and undisturbed. His next words distracted her from her libido though, and at his hint, Natasha arched an eyebrow in intrigue and thought out loud. "Something royal... So rich colors like royal purple... royal blue... dark red... gold...." With each color she named, she began to pull out matching pigments as well as complimentary ones, including smokey blacks. She was suddenly very excited, but for completely different reasons.
Damian could hear his wife’s guessing from within her closet, and the soft clatter of her gathering different hues of makeup coaxed a private smile to grow on his chiseled face as he plucked his pick from the rack. There was anticipation and excitement dancing in her husky voice and though this was a ritual for the pair, the delight he received from her enthusiasm never dwindled in the years that it had been taking place. It didn’t bother the King that there was a possibility he wouldn’t be the one seeing to the removal of the lace that he had selected for her to be encased in that night, he was not a jealous man. Natasha was allowed other lovers because he was allowed other lovers, all because they knew that at the end of the day, she would still be his wife, and he her husband. He loved her, the rest were just side shows always leading up to the main event.Returning to the bedroom with hanger and dress in hand, Damian reclaimed his previous spot behind Natasha and draped the deep purple lace over both arms, presenting the choice to his Queen. He liked her in this particular color not only for the way it complimented her complexion but because it was a hue known in history to clothe emperors and only the elite of the elite, which to him they were, not to mention it was the same shade she had been wearing the night they met. The bare back of the dress left her open to receive his touch if he so decided to use it, and it clung to her curves deliciously, and accentuated what Natasha had surgically enhanced prior to their marriage. “I hope you find it suiting for your mood,” he said, his own voice rough with suggestion. “And once you’re dressed, I have something else I’d like to add.”
Natasha’s Dress:
The purple lace that Damian presented to her was in fact a complete surprise, and one that made her extremely happy. She could not stop the girlish excitement that popped up on her attractive face, and the squeal that escaped her lips. "Oh, Damian, it's gorgeous," Natasha breathed, as though he had just bought it for her. He had procured a lot of her clothing, but the Druid had never given her a spending limit when it came to her wardrobe, so many of her outfits were purchased while she was alone with his credit card. So in many ways, having him pick something out for her was a benefit to him as well, or at least that was the way she saw it. The Queen could not remember if she'd bought this one or if it had been her husband; either way, she could not wait to wear it tonight. "I knew I married you for a reason," she teased lovingly, though the undeniable edge of playful taunting could be heard within her words. "I'm going to wear my hair down, and curled, I think," the Bloodborne voiced out loud as she reached out a delicate hand to brush her fingers along the fine lace material, the heat of her flesh skinning Batman's Son beneath the dress, as her lips parted in subtle insinuation. "It'll feel nice along my bare back," she murmured, though it wasn't clear at this point if she meant her hair or a man's touch.
A handsomely sly smirk tucked into his cheek at Natasha's pleased response, glad to see her excited about his pick and the eagerness it implied. To her cheeky remark the Druid chuckled quietly and arched a single brow, "Well let us hope it wasn't merely for the riches," he teased in return, knowing that though the money didn't hurt, it wasn't the reason for the Bloodborne's affection towards him, not entirely anyway. However, she was a material woman, and the King was very much aware of this, but he didn't mind showering her with the things she desired, and in fact he was pleased with doing so. He like expensive things, and Natasha was one of them. Besides, what good was his money if he couldn't spend it anyway? "Wear it however you like. Remember, you'll be making the dress anyhow, not the other way around, my love," Damian responded to the idea concerning her hair, his eyes falling for a brief moment to the sensation of the tender touch he felt through the fabric. When his gaze lifted again it was seductively hooded and his smirk softened to appear less playful and more what one might consider lustily hungry. The Queen's last remark drew out of the King a rather devilishly entertained expression; there were parts of him that found a certain erotic pleasure in witnessing his wife seduce another, and her tone suggested that she may have been referring to the touch that the open expanse on her back could invite. "Hope you come to enjoy it as much as I will then," he told her, his tone low and smokey as her insinuations brought forth a reel of tantalizing memories. Placing a soft kiss upon her tender cheek then, Damian turned to lay the dress out on their bed where it would wait until Natasha was ready to put it on. "Would you like a drink while you get ready?" he asked, moving to a small table that held a crystal decanter of bourbon along with two glasses. "I can go downstairs and make you one if you want."
"Of course not. It was for your sweet ass," Natasha replied cheekily as she bit down on her tongue with playful seduction. "And your amazing face," she purred before she reluctantly pulled her hand away to get to work on her makeup. She couldn't dawdle all night. The event they would be attending was going to be beneficial for his family's business--mingling with the insanely rich who just liked to show off that they had more money than their guests always was--and she had always wanted to be the lovely wife on the arm of one of L.A.'s most powerful tycoons. So she needed to look the part. "Thank you, darling," the Bloodborne murmured at her husband's compliment before giving him a knowing wink. Sure sometimes there were other men that struck her fancy, but the Queen found that more often than not, she preferred the company of her King over any other would be suitors. But they were both highly fickle beings and sometimes, change made the heart grow fonder. "Yes, please, a gin and tonic, love," Natasha replied, starting with a concealer. She did not wear makeup to hide blemishes, but enjoying the art of disguise, Natasha liked to dramatically change her look with the help of her products so that she could slip into a different role more easily. Plus, it was fun.
It was only after he had poured himself some of the amber liquor that rested within the fine crystal that Damian made any move, and with his tumbler in hand, he crossed the room to drop a light kiss upon his wife's flawless cheek, and confirmed, "Gin and tonic it is," before proxceeding on his way out. With a purposeful but leisurely stride he headed down the hall to the marble, spiral staircase that would take him downstairs, and sipped on the contents of his drink. The night would be a lengthy one, of that the King was sure, but then again they all were when there were appearances to maintain and faces to keep, but with Natasha by his side he was confident that they'd do the Nicholson name well. Making it to the kitchen, Damian prepared his Queen's usual drink of choice and pondered whether or not he should call his brother to see if he would be in attendance, but inevitably concluded that the new king of Kings was capable enough of remembering on his own, and if not, he'd scorn him for it later. He was a Nicholson after all, no matter who birthed him. A short time passed before Damian was again climbing the stairs with Natasha's drink in hand, and upon returning, he placed the tall glass beside her where she worked on her look for the evening and grinned in approval. "When you get to a pausing point, whould you mind tieing this for me?" the Druid asked his Bloodborne wife, his eyes glancing down to the silk tie she had laid out for him.
It didn't take long for Natasha to work on contouring, having done it so many times, and once she finished with her foundation she moved on to her eyebrows. By the time Damian was back, the Queen was more than a third of the way to the finish line. She flashed him a grateful smile and at his request, the Bloodborne immediately placed her tools down on the counter of her vanity desk. "Of course, darling," she murmured, rising to her bare feet, not bothering to pull up her robe where the Druid had removed it earlier on. "Isn't it awesome that even when we're not reading each other's minds, we seem to know what the color scheme for the night will be?" Natasha mused to the King as she picked up the royal purple tie that she had selected well before she knew what Damian had in mind for her. The color worked so well with the white and silver swirled vest he had on beneath his dark suit. Giving him a seductive, close lipped smile, Natasha wrapped the silk cord around her husband's neck before using the material to bring his head down close enough for her to give him a sensual kiss, her own body raised by tipping her toes to meet his length. "You ready for tonight, darling?" she whispered against his warm mouth, her long lashes fluttering against her high cheekbones. Damian's suit:
"I suppose we both felt particularly royal this evening," Damian replied with his smoldering grin as Natahsa stood in front of him, his hands falling naturally to rest upon her hips to give them an affectionate caress. The pair coordinated often without even needing to conault the other and it was rare for them to not be seen at events together looking anything but complimentary; another quality that forced the magical pair to stand out in a room. Her robe had slipped even further down her arm from her movements since he had dragged it from place, and though it revealed little, the Druid needed little in regards of convincing when it came to his attraction towards his wife. In fact, the taunt of her exposed shoulder was just as enticing to him as having her entirely so, ready and waiting upon their bed. Though he thought about it, before the King had a chance to lay another kiss upon her skin, the Bloodborne had pulled him to her lips with the help of his tie, and a low muffled groan vibrated in his throat as a response. He met the passion in her lips with his own while his hands slid to fold together around her back, and when she paused long enough to speak, the Druid presses himself into firmly. "I was, but you're making me second guess just staying in, now," he told her, his devilish smile apparent in his voice. "Keep this up and we wont be going anywhere," Damian warned, closing the space between his mouth and hers, indulging in the lusious taste she offered.
If it were up to her, Natasha would have teased him all night long--throughout the party and of course leading up to it--just so she could test the King's resolve; however, she could not risk Damian changing his mind and canceling their attendance last minute. They were Nicholsons after all, and Daddy Warbucks would be displeased. "Your father would have a hissy fit, and then blame me," she murmured as a gentle rebuttal. Though her father-in-law had not minded his son marrying someone socially beneath him, and with a scarlet reputation to boot, that didn't mean she wanted to test the old tycoon. He was powerful, and the Queen was not stupid. Before the Bloodborne could argue further though, her husband had claimed her mouth once again, taking her breath away. Melting into him as she raised herself onto her bare tiptoes, Natasha snaked her arm around the Druid's neck, her other hand tugging on his tie a little harder. "Okay, you win," she breathed. "Just tie me up and we'll deal with them all later," she panted suggestively, though she was simply teasing him a little more. She didn't really think Damian would call her bluff.
As much as he might not have wanted to admit it, especially in that moment, his wife was right, and Damian's father would not taken kindly to his eldest son playing hooky, gorgeous wife or not. There were certain things expected of him with no excuses, and tonight's event happened to be one of them; he could arrive fashionably late just so long as he arrived with enough time to rub shoulders with the rest of L.A.'s finest for the sake of the Nicholson name. To the Bloodborne's taunt however, he smirked devilishly against her lips, "Don't tempt me, Natasha," he reprimanded her in low growl that portrayed his desire to do exactly what she suggested. Gently releasing his possessive hold on her, the Druid pulled back to give his wife an endearing smile and said, "But you're right, Dad would be pissed if we weren't there, and I don't know if Deryn is going to show either, so let's avoid giving my old man an aneurism shall we?" Lifting the index finger of his right hand then, Damian added with a purposeful scowl, "Don't think you're off the hook though Miss Priss; we'll get back to this later."
"That little brother of yours is going to give us all an aneurism," Natasha voiced tartly as she rolled her large brown eye dramatically before releasing a longing sigh at their decision to deflate the tension that had risen mere moments ago. Being an adult sucked, and contrary to popular belief, the rich had their own responsibilities that no poor person could ever understand. The Queen had learned this when she'd married up. Returning to her duties, the Bloodborne began to tie the silk sash around her husband's neck, releasing a girlish giggle at his weighted promise. "Even if I'm a good girl?" she asked with wide, innocent eyes as she met Damian's handsome face, though they both knew she was never good. "Why do you think Deryn won't show?" she asked then, smoothing down his tie once she'd finished adjusting it before turning around to pick up the drink the Druid had mixed for her. "Is there trouble in paradise that I don't know about?" she queried, taking a dainty sip as she met the King's eye.
"He's young," Damian remarked in his brother's defense, lifting his chin slightly while the Bloodborne's dainty fingers returned to the task of tending to his tie. Sure he could have done it himself, but there was a certain pleasure drawn from letting Natasha handle the delicate wrapping, and had he not requested her assistance, they wouldn't have been granted the brisk but smoldering exchange he was forced to pull them out of moments before. To the mock innocence she attempted, the King glanced down at her, and a brow arched doubtfully over his hazel eye. "Especially if you claim to have been good," the King told his wife, vigorously pulling her to him once more before adding, "Because then I will know you are lying," placing one last kiss upon her plump lips, then releasing his hold and allowing her to return to her preparations.Picking you his previously relinquished tumbler of bourbon, Damian took a drink and shook his head in silent denial to his wife's inquiry. "Not that I know of, but I haven't spoken to him to confirm his attendance for tonight's event," setting the crystal down once again, he disappeared into his closet to grab himself a pair of dark socks and his Italian leather shoes while he called out behind him, "Which I shouldn't have to do anyway." Deryn knew what was expected of him, and he was man enough now that the Druid saw no sense in being his keeper. However, in the off chance his little brother allowed the evening to slip his mind, Damian would do his best to cover for him as far as their father was concerned.
Natasha squealed in delight as Damian wrapped her up in his arms again, and before she could speak, he was already giving her a possessive peck, though she had almost no time to appreciate it. Pouting playfully at her loss, the Queen mentally resigned to the fact that she was to get back to business, and after taking a sip of her drink, she settled down in her stool once more to continue her makeup. A small smirk crept up her lips at the way he subtly scolded his brother, knowing full well that as much as the King might complain about Deryn, he loved him and would always be there for the other Druid. “I’m sure he’ll show,” the Bloodborne said when he finished. “With who though, that’d be a different question,” she added with a light, yet feminine snort as she rolled her eyes derisively. That boy was more of a slut than she and Damian combined, but he didn’t have what the Nicholson couple did—partnership and an undeniable love, so there was no reason for her to feel jealous. In fact, she really did have her cake while eating it too. “Your father will be happy, you’ll be happy, we’ll have a good time, and then we’ll come home and fuck each other’s brains out,” she promised, her dark eyes rising then to catch her husband’s gaze in the mirror. Though it was never set in stone that she had to come home with her Druid, Natasha knew that after their earlier foreplay, there’d be no one else for her tonight but him.
Returning to the bedroom, the dressings for his feet in hand, Damian sat on the bench that lined the foot of their bed, placing his expensive shoes beside him. "Yes, with who is certainly always the question with Deryn," he replied, leaning over to slip one thin sock onto his foot. He didn't judge the younger Nicholson however, the King of the flush had been the same way in his youngers years. Housing a feverish appetite alongside plenty of money to go around, was a dangerous combination for anyone, especially when coupled with a lack of restraint like they had growing up with a father who very much bought the love of his sons. The Druid had never lost his previously risqué ways however, and meeting the Queen hadn't much changed him, even marrying her had only seemed to add to his lavish lifestyle; building to the fire instead of cooling it like marriage tended to do. The Bloodborne had truly been the perfect match for him, always able to keep up with his escapades with ones of her own, her sense of adventure never dulling, and Damian knew there was no way he could have lucked out any better than he had by claiming her as his wife. Glancing up to meet the Queen's gaze then at her devious remark, he smirked wickedly. "Now don't go making promises you can't fulfill, Queenie," he returned, though he was relatively certain neither of them would be sharing a bed with someone else this night, not after the intensity that had erupted between them moments before, that didn't mean there was no room for taunting. "Who said, I'll be bringing you home tonight anyway?" the King stated carelessly as he lifted his opposite foot to tug on its sock.
A remark like that, which would have normally made any other spouse jealous, only served to entice the Queen who loved nothing more than games, no matter what kind they were. If Damian truly felt that she were not the number one prize, he would have never married her—he, who could have any woman he so desired with his social status, his good looks, and his power. Never one to usually enjoy submission of any kind to anyone—believing herself to be above most because of how hard she worked—Natasha had readily surrendered to her King years ago because he had proven to be the best. And as the best, he deserved the best, which was her. “Because only I know how to keep up, and keep you up, in just the way you like,” the Bloodborne told her husband without an edge of uncertainty in her husky tones, keeping her gaze locked on his rich chocolate brown eyes, as if daring him to disagree. “But what do I know?” she gave a small, innocent shrug then as her robe lowered even more on her shoulder much to her “oblivion.” “You let me know if you’re looking for… something different tonight, though, darling, and I’ll understand,” she told him sweetly before picking up her drink to take a small sip.
Holding his wife's daring gaze, the Druid smirked menacingly, but did not object to her statement. She was right of course; no one knew him the way the Bloodborne who sat primping herself for an evening on his arm did, and therefore how could anyone be expected to please him the way she did? No one could even come close. And though it was enjoyable to venture outside the realm of matrimony on occasion, Natasha was still, and would always be his Queen. Standing up then, Damian went to stand behind her after her careless remark and placing his large hands over her shoulders, one still bare from his doing earlier, he sqeezed them firmly into his palms. "Even if I did, all I could be able to think about is you," he cooed, maintaining his devilishly handsome grin as he kept his dark eyes situated on hers for a moment. His tumbs brushed tenderly against her exposed skin for a moment while he lingered, but soon Damian was turning to recollect his nearly empty glass, and proceeded to refill it. The tensions would mount all night, and he was not only accustomed to this game, but was increasingly looking forward to it. Natasha kept him on his toes, kept the King sharp, and he adored her for it. "How much more time do you need, lover?" he asked, no sense of rush manipulating his tone, simple curiosity being the only thing that coaxed the question as he helped himself to another short glass of bourbon. It didn't matter to Damian how fashionably late his wife made him, just as long it wasn't so late that the other patrons would be too drunk to remember their presence, like his father if his mother happened to be in attendance. "I still have a surprise for you, but you have to finish getting ready first," he reminded her, grinning sweetly as he turned back to look at the gorgeous Bloodborne sitting at her vanity.
She was glad for his compliment, and although the Bloodborne was egotistical, there were times when she needed validation as well, just like any other woman. The fact that this powerful man desired her and had made her his wife was the greatest lifetime achievement she could ever accomplish. “Same for me, my love,” she replied, the truth in her words clear for him to hear. In the midst of all their back and forth, Natasha had completely forgotten about his surprise, and upon remembering, she mmm!ed in response and placing her glass down, swallowed and replied, “Two minutes,” which, when interpreted, meant half an hour minimum in Natasha speak. Speeding up her process, the Queen made quick, and professional work of her face before she rose to strip the robe off her slender form in one swift motion. Tossing it on the ground, she picked up the dress that Damian had selected for her and slipped into it, the necessity to wear a bra null and void since her procedure. Now she just had her hair, which she proceeded to the immense bathroom to complete. Her curling iron was ready to go, and she didn’t need much more than that and some hair spray. “What’s the surprise?” she called out to the King, as eager as a child on Christmas Day. She had never received a surprise from the Druid that she did not love.
A quiet grunt of amusement rose from the Druid after his wife's claim to be hasty, knowing very well that though Natasha had many talents, hurrying her appearance wasn't one of them. While she saw to the completion of her face, Damian made himself comfortable, and sitting on the bed with his legs stretched out in front of him, the King began reading and replying to a short number or emails from his phone. Ever enticed by the Bloodborne's figure however, when the Queen got up to remove her robe, he dutifully took note of her form before she slipped into the purple lace he had selected for her to wear that graciously hugged every curve of the woman in all the right places. A conquering smiled formed on his handsome face then as she turned to retreat into the large bathroom, a significant sense of pride settling in the King's heart."Ah-ah-ah," Damian replied negatively to the question Natasha called out to him, "If I go and tell you that, it ruins the whole point of it being a surprise, sweetheart, sorry." There was slight humor in his otherwise loving tone as he resonded in addition, "You're free to give it a guess though if you'd like."
Natasha scoffed audibly at her husband’s reply, though she was smiling even as she rolled her eyes. “Please, honey, I ask for so little,” she pouted playfully as she poked her head out from the bathroom to spot him grinning at her over the rim of his phone. When he gave her nothing, she sighed and said, “Fine, I’ll guess. Is it jewelry?” she asked, hoping that it was, though she honestly had no clue if she was completely on the right track or not.
When Natasha peeked out from around the doorway of the bathroom, the King could not help but chuckle quietly inside himself at the innocent pout she did well to mimic, but having not given into her plea, she disappeared out of view once again and begrudgingly agreed to play along. It wasn't rare that Damian graced his wife with trinkets and baubles as well as other luxurious surprises ranging from weekend getaways in far away places to new cars and days at the spa; tonight however, his gift wasn't so extravagant, but had managed to be equally as pricey. "Very good, darling," he returned in a playfully loving but patronising tone simply to tease his Bloodborne while he finished the email he had been working on. Grabbing his tumbler from the night stand then, the Druid made his way towards the washroom to lean against the door frame and smile at Natasha's reflection as he added, "Care to guess where it's gunna go too?" smirking over his glass before tilting the amber liquid into his mouth.
Pleased with herself that she had guessed right on the first try, and well aware at how silly it was for her to feel triumphant, Natasha simply smiled with pride at Damian as he stepped off the bed to make his way towards her. Wrapping another sizable chunk of hair around the curling iron, the Queen gave her King a close lipped smile as she bit the inside of her cheek in thought. "My neck?" she ventured, one hand reaching up to draw a line from her throat down to her ample cleavage. "You know: to accentuate my... assets?" the Bloodborne queried as she raised a dark brow in question, waiting for the Druid to finish his sip before he replied.
With his gaze watching the trail of his wife's hand, the Druid smirked and lifted himself from his relaxed position to step further into the large bathroom. "I think your assets do a mighty fine job accentuating themselves all on their own, my dear," he remarked, eyeing the plunge of her neck line for a moment, concluding, in so many words, that a necklace wasn't the prize tonight. As he stood beside the Bloodborne, Damian checked his own reflection, and straightening his tie slightly, he winked at Natasha before encouraging her to try again. "Go on, give it another shot," he nudged her verbally, reaching for a bottle of cologne that rested on the counter of the extended sink and exchanging it with his tumbler.
"But that has never stopped you before from adding to it," the Queen replied saucily as she watched her husband's gaze boldly trail down her cleavage. "Though maybe you're right: this dress does enough for my chest," the Bloodborne agreed as she releasd the chunk of hair she'd been curling to move on to another section. Watching him preen from the corner of her eye, Natasha couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the knowledge that she had managed to nab the handsomest man in L.A.. Not only was he the best, he knew it too. "Wrist?" she guessed. "Ankle? Ears?" she continued, not waiting for him to reply as she rattled off body parts, giving him a cheeky grin at the way that she had outsmarted him, and his little guessing game.
Removing the cap, Damian sprayed his hand with two pumps of his cologne before sitting it back on the counter, and cutting his eyes towards his wife's reflection as she named off a list of possible places for her gift, his brows furrowed slightly. "That's cheating, " he remarked, lifting his chin to swipe the sent onto his neck. "And now I'm not so sure you deserve it any more," he told her in a matter-of-fact tone while he returned the cap to the bottle and pushed it back into place. This of course was a bluff, the King wouldn't keep Natasha's surprise from her, but he'd threaten to for the sake of seeing her squirm. "It's too bad too," he said then with feigned remorse as he grasped his tumbler and approached the Bloodborne's side to place a light, fleeting kiss upon her flawless cheek, opposite the hot wand in her hand. "I was so sure you were going to like it," was the Druid conclusion as he left her, releasing an exaggerated sigh as he exited the bathroom.
"Aww, baby, don't be like that," Natasha pleaded as Damian walked away, trying to keep the grin from spreading across her face. She knew this game too, and although she deserved punishment from time to time, her husband never seemed to actually mete out any when it came to his spouse. Placing the curling iron back in its plastic holder on the wall, the Bloodborne followed her Druid back out into the bedroom, and said to him, "I promise I'll make it up to you," like they both knew she would have done anyway. Catching up to the King, the Queen encircled her slender arms around his narrow waist from behind, her delicate hands creeping up towards his chest. "Cross my heart, hope to die," she added with light cheekiness, her fingers traveling further up his torso.
A smile slowly crept along the Druid's lips as he felt his wife's arms wrap around him, and as her hands ventured up his torso, he clasped them in his own, bringing the tips one to his smirking mouth, kissing them tenderly. "How very convincing you can be when you want something," he teased her in a lovingly patronizing tone. Turning around in her embrace, Damian grinned down at his Queen, slipping his strong arms around her then as his rich dark eyes shifted upwards in thought and he hummed with indecision before they returned to soft gaze into hers. "But we both know I can't deny that face," the King remarked, one hand lifting to gently caress her cheek. "Go on and sit down," he gestured towards the bed with a subtle tilte of his head. "I'll be right back," he concluded, pulling out of their embrace, but not before landing a playful smak on Natasha's round backside.
Natasha had to bite her lip to keep from laughing or making any kind of sound as Damian pretended to think. He was rather convincing of it though, and for a moment she truly wondered if he’d change his mind—only for a millisecond though, because, like he said, how could he resist her face? She smiled sweetly at his remark as she batted her eyelashes, and giving him an obedient nod, the Queen turned to do as she was told, releasing a small squeal of surprise when his hand made contact with her derriere. Scowling playfully at him, the Bloodborne feigned offence as she turned her chin up into the air, before making her way to the seat she had recently vacated by her vanity desk. As she waited, she thought about what heels to pair with the dress she was currently wearing, and as she studied her delicate toes, she decided on a pair of classy black stilettos.
Damian had retreated back to the depths of his closet when he left Natasha, his wife's gift tucked away in a rather private compartment he had made into one of the room's dwarers. It wasn't that the Druid kept things hidden from the Queen he had decided to share his life with, but rather the small hideaway was where his most valued possessions would be secure in the event of intruders (though with their extravagant security system that was vastly a non issue), but on occasion it was the only place he knew the Bloodborne would not idly happen upon any surprises he may have acquired for her. Returning with a pale blue bag that spoke for itself on where the item within it was from, the King approached Natasha sitting once again at her vanity, and grinned. "My darling," he said, handing her the dainty package by pinching the white string of its handles between his thumb and forefinger and holding it out for her to take.Natasha's Gift:(view spoiler)
Spying the gift bag in her husband’s large, well-groomed hand, the Queen smiled with girlish excitement as she clasped hers together in anticipation, only to undo them when it was her queue to retrieve the item. “Thank you, my love,” Natasha murmured sweetly as she plucked the pale blue bag from Damian. Her brown eyes lowered to the parcel now on her lap, and after removing the decorative tissue paper from its opening, she pulled out a box that very much said it contained jewelry. Giving the Druid a bitten grin, the Bloodborne opened it with her manicured fingers, and when she saw what was inside, her mouth popped open with joyful surprise. “Oh, wow, it’s so pretty!” she gushed, taking the ankle bracelet out of its plush seat to inspect it closely. There were so many small diamonds in the platinum that she could almost guess the cost of the bangle, and not for the first time did Natasha realize just how much Damian spoiled her. Sure he had money, but in no way was he obligated to spend it on her, and while the Queen was demanding, she was not necessarily unappreciative. She knew what she had in her man, and she intended never to lose it. After admiring her new gift for several long seconds, the Bloodborne glanced back up at her handsome husband, and rising to her bare feet, she murmured to him, “Thank you, my love,” yet again, before raising a hand to cup his stubble ridden jaw, willing him to bend his head for a kiss.
Damian enjoyed seeing the happiness written in his wife's expression when her brown eyes lifted to shine expectantly up at him as she opened her gift. Sometimes it meant spending a few bucks here and there to see that certain shimmer, but he was more than happy to dish it out, and would gladly continue to do so, repetitively. He knew Natasha didn't have much in the means of funds prior to their marriage, her coming from a starkly different background than he, but this only made the Druid wish to give his Bloodborne more. Things she had dreamed of having were now hers without question or much debate, proud he was able to provide for her the way she not only desired, but in his eyes, deserved for living though her given circumstances. He knew she was appreciative, and she always showed it, so the King knew his own efforts would never be wasted on her nor would they go unnoticed. The King smiled down at his lovely wife while she admired her new piece, his grin being both of self satisfaction and endearment. "I'm glad you like it," he said as Natasha rose to her feet, and without resistance allowed her to guide him into a kiss, which he received and returned with smoldering affection, placing a large hand gently upon the curve of her hips. Damian had chosen the anklet quiet purposefully, and feeling as though the Queen had plenty of things that already highlighted her beauty in other areas, he wanted something different. Her legs had always been one of the Kings favorite attributes, and to him they were just as worthy of praise as the rest of her, which he planned on bringing attention to with his recently purchased sparkle. Pulling away from her tender gratitude, he smiled, “Do you want me to put it on for you?” he asked, a slight roaming of his hands drifting down from her hips to travel along the delicate material of her dress. There may have been the occasional other woman, but the Druid loved his wife, a fact made obvious in the way he insisted on pampering her.
Every kiss with him was starkly unique, every show of passionate affection an action that she gave a hundred and ten percent to, for she knew the dangers of letting herself go in any way or becoming undesirable. The same applied to passion in between the sheets; yes, they were allowed to see other people, but there was a difference between needing variety once in a while to running away from your spouse because he/she didn’t put out. It was her duty to take care of herself, just as it was his to keep her happy in other ways, and perhaps that was why the Nicholson’s marriage worked so well where others’ failed so miserably. It was a partnership, and both man and wife had their duties, their vows clearly implying that keeping the other happy was paramount. There was a gentle smile on Natasha’s lips when Damian pulled away, and widening her expression into a delighted grin, the Queen murmured, “Yes, please.” Who didn’t want to feel like Cinderella? “And then we really have to go!” the Bloodborne insisted as she pulled away from the Druid to retake her seat, extending one long, slim leg held at a perfect extension thanks to her vigorous toning and cardio to keep her figure just the way the King (and other men) liked it. “Daddy Warbucks needs to remember we showed up,” she pointed out, mirroring her husband’s unspoken sentiment from earlier on in the evening. And she did want to catch a glimpse of Deryn if he did end up coming and going—that young man was someone she truly got along with and who’s company she enjoyed.
"Of course, my Queen," Damian smirked down at her before he lowered himself to a kneeling position and took the diamond anklet from his wife's grasp, propping her heel on top of his bent knee so that it rested easily. While his hands guided the trinket to wrap around her limb, he chuckled quietly at Natasha's remark, knowing how right she was, and nodded, securing the clasps that would hold the piece together. "Yes, well, I'm sure the sight of you will be enough of one for my old man to remember," he told her, his father having praised his son for finding such a remarkable woman to wed, on more than one occasion. He may not have been thrilled with the Queen's background, but the King's father was known for being a rather shallow man nevertheless, after all it really was no secret Daddy Warbucks, as the Bloodborne liked to call him, was something of a womanizer, and Natasha's beauty had been enough to grant them with his blessing when Damian announced he wished to marry her. Gently adjusting the bracelet so that the stones sparkled forward, his fingers brushed against her always soft skin, and once the item was in its appropriate place, the Druid admired the way it laid perfectly against her creamy complexion. An erotic grin shaped his lips and a tender grazing drew up the extended length of Natash's toned leg until he stood, standing in front of her once again. Despite the fact he had wanted to further his traveling touch, the Bloodborn was right, they were expected to be in attendance tonight, and duty always came before pleasure for a Nicholson, and tonight was no exception. He paused a moment to hook his index finger beneath her chin and leave a kiss on her upturned lips before he straightened all the way. "Beautiful," he mumured as if it were her name and let his hand drop away as he turned to sit on the bench where he had left his shoes, always waiting until the last minute before dressing his feet.
As Damain undressed her with his eyes, Natasha felt her resolve slipping away, but she said nothing nor did she encourage him for she knew how important it was for him to show up and make an appearance. There was always time later on for their own desires, and being rich did not mean that irresponsibility could be afforded. Not when there was more money to be made from mingling. After he complimented her, the Queen smiled, and when her husband moved away from her to dress his feet, she made her way to her own closet to select a pair of heels for the night. Classic black pumps were what she’d had in mind, and she decided to stick to it. Balancing herself on one foot at a time was a feat she’d mastered at a young age, and it was with graceful ease that the Bloodborne slipped on her heels. Making her way over the plus carpet floor to where her King was, she placed a hand on one hip before turning lightly from side to side for his inspection. “Good?” she inquired, despite his earlier proclamation of her beauty. Going into a room full of society’s elite only made the Bloodborne more competitive; there would be other women there, and she wanted to be Queen among them too.
» Alias: King of the Royal Flush; Batman's Son (Natasha only)
Gender: Male
» Sexuality: Heterosexual
Age: 28
» Birthday: December 12
Species: Warlock
» Arcane Specialization: Druid
» Gang: The Royal Flush
» Status: Council Member
Appearance:
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Height: 6'5"
Weight: 193lbs
Hair: sandy blond
Skin: even; tan
Eyes: rich chocolate brown
Body: lean; healthy
Voice: gruffly soothing
Markings: Damian sports a beard, mustache and goatee at all times, but tends to stay on the scruffy side instead of neatly trimmed.
Personality: Damian is a highly demanding individual, not only of himself but of those around him. He can be often impossible to please being a man of expensive tastes, but what he lacks in friendliness he makes up for in serpent-like charm. Sly as a fox, he is a master manipulator, and dangerously convincing when he wants to be, even without the use of his powers, and stops at nothing to get what he desires. Damian does know his place in the Royal Flush though, and is mindful of this even when his temper may inwardly be getting the better of him. Towards outsiders this is an entirely different story however, and he will show no restraint with his explosive temper, so it is often best not to rock the boat with this volatile individual.
» Weakness(es): promise of power; Natasha (could be seen as a strength); hot-headed; selfish.
» Strength(s): influence; chameleon charm; proud (could be seen as a weakness); tact.
History: The son of a business man and a boozy trophy wife, Damian and his half-brother spent little time with their parents growing up, and was greatly raised by the live in service of his home since their folks were often too busy exploring far away lands and enjoying extravagant vacations to take care of them. Their father was a rather influential man thanks to wealth that was far older than he was himself, but the lifestyle that offered made the young boys grow accustomed to having the finer things in life as well as people willing to cater to their every whim. As Damian got older however this lack of supervision allowed him the freedom to associate himself with members of the notorious Kings gang in L.A. without the fuss of overbearing parents. It wasn't long before he became officially affiliated, proving himself worthy of their protection and brotherhood and was initiated as a full member when he was fifteen. His brother shortly followed in his footsteps, and as Damian climbed the rankings with his guidance Deryn was not far behind. Rising to Leader of the Kings by the time he reached his early twenties, he thought he had it all, however upon meeting Natasha he found himself sadly mistaken. Though her Queen status should have been enough to keep Damian from perusing her, the slight forbidden nature of their union only made it more appealing to the King Leader, but before long it blossomed into something much more than mere hungry desire for what he shouldn't have. After asking the Queen to be his bride they made plans of leaving their respective gangs to join the Royal Flush, both of them feeling the positions they were in were beneath their capabilities. When Natasha gained her powers, Damian dismissed himself from the Kings, leaving his brother Deryn in charge as their new leader. To this day however he still holds the Kings in very high regard, and remains a continuous entity within the gang.
Relation(s):
» Natasha Zoe Nicholson - Queen of the Royal Flush; 24; Wife; Open Relationship; His Queen
» Deryn Éamonn Connolly-Nicholson - Leader of the Kings; 21; Half-Brother; Closest Confidant Apart from Natasha
Weapon(s): White oak staff
» Fighting Skill(s): None
Power(s):
» Charm Animal: The ability to charm a nearby animal into being an ally willing to fight for the caster.
» Mind Manipulation: The ability to control the minds and thoughts of an individual; when used as a group, it allows the control of large crowds.
» Rejuvenation: The ability to regain strength and restore vigor when energy levels are low.
Other: Though they are in an open relationship, Damian still adores his wife first and foremost. The pair enjoy each other as much as they do their life style, and it causes no qualms between the King and Queen of the Flush.