Steam powered attraction by DiminutiveDame
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Steam punk, action, romance, Obe steals Amelia away on his ship. , Amelia sat as she always did, upon the cushioned seat of the open bay window, the cool evening breeze tickling her short, richly colored hair against the back of her pale neck. She sat with her feet curled under herself, almost kneeling and leaning forward on the windowsill, a thick, leather bound book open before her as she concentrated on the slim pen that idly wrote beautifully curved letters within.
It might have seemed an odd sight, the young woman of barely twenty, living inside a sizable, birdcage come apartment, high above the city streets with just one door that was locked from the outside, but to Amelia it had been this way for some time. She had been rendered homeless by a great storm like many in the small town she was born in, making her way on foot to the city, hoping to make some semblance of a life, only to be sold by the first person she made the mistake of trusting.
In her defense she was a little innocent, though worldly smart having read any book she could get her delicate hands on since she was a child, yet she learned her lesson fast, if too late.
The man who had bought her was robust, crude and seemed to posses no emotions what so ever. She saw him but once a week, he would unlock the door and without a word strip, expecting her to do the same, and proceed to invade her body and fuck her as if she were but an empty shell. Afterwards he would leave her sobbing silently in the bed, her cupboards stocked and her door locked once more. She didn’t even know his name, but it was no matter, she did not love him and the less contact the better for her, he simply liked having her caged, ready when he needed.
The rest of Amelia’s time was occupied writing in her journal, watching people live their lives on the streets below, and she had become quite gifted with a needle and thread, making herself clothes when she could. She was a small girl only standing at about 5 ft, her frame slim yet curved in the most womanly fashion. Her short hair was cut at unique angles and a mixture of deep reds and chocolate, random hues of blue mixed into it’s color. Her face round with emerald green eyes, almost always curious, a slender nose and delicately curved, pouty lips, leaving her looking almost child like in her cuteness.
With a last, lingering glance at the lords and ladies walking the street below her tower, Amelia gathered the over sized, white night dress about her thighs and slipped away from the window, retreating back into the apartment. It wasn’t large, enough room for her small bed, the window seat, a table and a small bathroom and kitchen, each hidden behind the cloth curtains she had made. The roof was open, made of brass bars that completed her bird cage prison, the walls made of smaller, closer knit bars, their outer side covered to keep in some heat, leaving her bay window open all the time.
She had contemplated jumping before, but the tower was far too high and she did not wish to die, only escape.
Setting the journal aside Amelia climbed on into bed, the thin blanket partially covering her body as she stared up at the glowing stars, letting her mind wander to adventurous dreams and far, far away places, reality fading into her own little world as she slept.
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With a soft rustle and a gentle thud dropped a very tall and very well built male. The room he had dropped into was pitch back, save the light that streamed in from the open roof, illuminating a perfect circle in which he stood. The males steely blue eyes glanced at the shadows around the edge of the circular room, but could make out no more than slight outlines, before he made his way to a locked door, a small knife in his hand. He had fiery red hair, some graying to show his maturity, peeking out from under a black leather hat, a silver Jolly Rogers shining in the light and what looked like feathers as red as his hair, protruding from the back.
The door now open, the pirate slipped through, leaving it slightly ajar as he made his way down a set of spiral stairs.
It couldn’t have been more than five minutes since the male had left the circular room, pressing the door shut with a tall, leather boot as he finished concealing an object within a satchel, slung over his shoulder.
His eyes were met with the business end of a broomstick as soon as he reached the rope that hung where he had left it in the middle of the room, though the person wielding the broom was still bathed in shadow. “Whoa…whoa, take it easy there! I’m a…I’m…”
“How did you get…the door, do you have a key?” Came the soft, clearly scared voice of Amelia, a strong air of hope about her as she dared to think of an escape via this strangers presence.
“Oh I…well, no. I didn’t know anyone was here, I um…wait, who are you? There was no one downstairs!” Asked the male, suddenly, almost accusing at the fact that Amelia had popped up out of nowhere and at least to him, possibly foiled his schemes.
“Me? I live here! Are you always so impolite to question those of who’s household you impose on?” Amelia sounded slightly hurt, but she was stalling, seeing that the door was still unlocked, and inching sideways, closer towards it.
With a sudden lurch of his body, the male grabbed the broom from Amelia with one hand, and with the other, reached for her and wrapped his muscly arm firmly around her waist, effectively pulling her into the lit spot in which he was standing. He had a small inkling as to why the girl had suddenly appeared, but more than that, day light was looming and he wanted to make his escape as soon as possible. So with a sly, confident smirk, the male dropped the broom in favor for the rope, which he tugged, causing the rope to be mysteriously pulled up, lifting him and a squirming Amelia from the caged room.
With difficulty Amelia was pulled over a wooden rail and left to roll to her knees, panting and blinking as she strained to get her baring in a sudden pick up of the wind. Amelia watched the feet of the strange male hasten towards a wooden looking pillar, her eyes watering slightly as the wind changed direction and she felt as it the floor beneath her knees were tilting.
Seeing an opportunity she pushed herself to her feet with a burst of energy, reaching for the rail she had been pushed over moments ago and made moves to launch herself out, ready to hit the decks running, where ever her feet would take her at this point. She let out a scream, quickly cut off by the males hand, who covered her mouth, his other had having grabbed the back of her dress roughly, catching the girl before she could leap out into mid air and probably fall to her death.
It happened that they were standing on the wide, open deck of a ship. Amelia fell back away from the rail, now clutching at the male with fright, her fingers clawing at him and making it awfully difficult for him to do anything at all, so the male decided to pull her from the deck and through a small door behind the wheel. The male dragged her into a small, office like room that was well light with brass candelabra’s and lamps, and another set of doors leading to a large bed room that took up almost a third of the ships length, set at the stern of the ship on the top floor.