This Is For All Lions Everywhere [A Lovey Joint]
Jun 29, 2016 1:33:13 GMT
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Post by Lord Blake on Jun 29, 2016 1:33:13 GMT
Lord had told her to keep the theatre room door closed and to not come in. He was busy preparing for his first professional wrestling match this Thursday and he was not to be disturbed. But it was well past lunch time and he hadn't come out to eat the Chef Boyardee that she spent hours preparing for him. It wasn't like him to miss one of her meals, no matter what else he had going on.She knew it went against everything he had told her but she had to go in there.
Raven took a deep breath and closed her eyes. In the seven years she and Lord had been together they had never had a fight. In fact, the two of them had never even disagreed on a single thing. She knew she was risking the very foundation of their relationship by opening that door, but she literally had no other choice. She took one last look at her reflection in the mirror and smiled.
Like always, Raven was dressed in one of her unique, eclectic outfits. With purple being the color of the week in tribute to Prince, she had decided to wear a short, white tulle skirt over a purple velvet bodysuit, knee high purple and pink striped knee socks, black platform stilettos, and purple cat ears. She looked completely adorable and even if Lord happened to be a little upset at her for entering into the theatre room, he would likely take one look at her and forget why he was even angry.
Signaling for Maid to hand her the tray with Lord’s lunch on it, Raven pushed open the door. As soon as she entered, she let out a gasp and the tray full of cheap ravioli and roasted wheat bread hit the ground with a clatter. It went down harder than Braydon Knox would once Raven caught him off guard with a high risk maneuver. Remember, he has no defense against those.
But this is how she found herself standing in front of a slaughter.
The sudden clatter of tray, cutlery, dishes and pasta hitting the floor spins Lord around wildly. Raven takes one look at him and gasps. He'd never looked so disheveled in his life. The sleeves of his untucked, blue button-up shirt were rolled up his forearms and soaked through with sweat while his hair was unkempt and pointed in every direction.
On the big screen behind him rolls reel from CNN, BBC, MSNBC, Fox News and a slew of Sunday morning political talk shows all replaying the news of last year’s poaching death of Cecil the lion. Having never been exposed to this much violence all at once, Raven turns as white as a ghost. Her hands flew to her mouth and she felt sick to her stomach.
“What is this?!”
Lord quickly shuts off the projector and rushes to his girlfriend’s side, shielding her eyes from the now-blank screen.
“Raven, I begged you not to come in here! Your precious eyes weren’t ready for that!”
“WHAT WAS IT?!”
“I…” The words get caught in his throat. “I… You should sit down for this.”
He leads her to a pair of exaggerated theatre-style chairs in the back row of the room. He uses his lap to help smooth out a piece of crumpled paper from his back pocket.
“I found something out about my opponent for this Thursday night. Prince’s dad is a monster and I knew that if you found out there is no way you would let me get in the ring with him. Our driver came up with a study profile of King for me because he had nothing better to do and something caught my eye on it. When he registered his wrestling holds for patent with the California Athletic Commission he tried covering something up.
“He’s got this finishing move that he's trying to mask by calling it a Therapy Session. But legally the move is called Lion Killer. A Lion Killer, Rave. I did some digging and it turns out in recent years there have been a number of high profile lion killings. I started connecting the dots and every single one can be attributed to Prince's father - Cecil in Zimbabwe in July 2015, the thirteen-year-old lion in Kenya in March of this year, Copenhagen zoo in 2014. Sure, they say it's because of a “dentist” or “poachers” or “natural causes.” They're just covering for King.”
Raven took a deep breath and closed her eyes. In the seven years she and Lord had been together they had never had a fight. In fact, the two of them had never even disagreed on a single thing. She knew she was risking the very foundation of their relationship by opening that door, but she literally had no other choice. She took one last look at her reflection in the mirror and smiled.
Like always, Raven was dressed in one of her unique, eclectic outfits. With purple being the color of the week in tribute to Prince, she had decided to wear a short, white tulle skirt over a purple velvet bodysuit, knee high purple and pink striped knee socks, black platform stilettos, and purple cat ears. She looked completely adorable and even if Lord happened to be a little upset at her for entering into the theatre room, he would likely take one look at her and forget why he was even angry.
Signaling for Maid to hand her the tray with Lord’s lunch on it, Raven pushed open the door. As soon as she entered, she let out a gasp and the tray full of cheap ravioli and roasted wheat bread hit the ground with a clatter. It went down harder than Braydon Knox would once Raven caught him off guard with a high risk maneuver. Remember, he has no defense against those.
But this is how she found herself standing in front of a slaughter.
The sudden clatter of tray, cutlery, dishes and pasta hitting the floor spins Lord around wildly. Raven takes one look at him and gasps. He'd never looked so disheveled in his life. The sleeves of his untucked, blue button-up shirt were rolled up his forearms and soaked through with sweat while his hair was unkempt and pointed in every direction.
On the big screen behind him rolls reel from CNN, BBC, MSNBC, Fox News and a slew of Sunday morning political talk shows all replaying the news of last year’s poaching death of Cecil the lion. Having never been exposed to this much violence all at once, Raven turns as white as a ghost. Her hands flew to her mouth and she felt sick to her stomach.
“What is this?!”
Lord quickly shuts off the projector and rushes to his girlfriend’s side, shielding her eyes from the now-blank screen.
“Raven, I begged you not to come in here! Your precious eyes weren’t ready for that!”
“WHAT WAS IT?!”
“I…” The words get caught in his throat. “I… You should sit down for this.”
He leads her to a pair of exaggerated theatre-style chairs in the back row of the room. He uses his lap to help smooth out a piece of crumpled paper from his back pocket.
“I found something out about my opponent for this Thursday night. Prince’s dad is a monster and I knew that if you found out there is no way you would let me get in the ring with him. Our driver came up with a study profile of King for me because he had nothing better to do and something caught my eye on it. When he registered his wrestling holds for patent with the California Athletic Commission he tried covering something up.
“He’s got this finishing move that he's trying to mask by calling it a Therapy Session. But legally the move is called Lion Killer. A Lion Killer, Rave. I did some digging and it turns out in recent years there have been a number of high profile lion killings. I started connecting the dots and every single one can be attributed to Prince's father - Cecil in Zimbabwe in July 2015, the thirteen-year-old lion in Kenya in March of this year, Copenhagen zoo in 2014. Sure, they say it's because of a “dentist” or “poachers” or “natural causes.” They're just covering for King.”
