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Post by Laena Pyre on Apr 26, 2019 1:55:57 GMT 1
The afternoon went by surprisingly fast as they shared each other's company. He talked about his childhood and his siblings. He tried to get Laena to share stories about her and her brother, making a point not to mention her parents. He showed her his new sword and that he was thinking of a name for it. "Back-scratcher? Dread Claw? Azure Talon? What do you think?""Not 'Back Scratcher'." she notes dryly. "Out of those names, I'd say I personally prefer Azure Talon, but .. I have its form, and you seek for me to become your future. It would make sense to me were you to name it to honour your past." She takes a breath. "Specifically, your father. You are his firstborn. His heir. His legacy. So, how about 'Legacy' as a name? Just as your strength and skill is your legacy from your father, so too will you use that sword to carve out a good legacy for your children. "He was a good man, a good knight, and a good father. With my form, and his name, it will be like we are both with you, looking out for you, even in the heat of battle." In between sessions he showed her several sheets of paper, drawings of various sigils he was thinking of adopting for personal use. "I want to pay tribute to both the Blackbriars and Peakes without something as boring as quartering my shield." He looked up to Laena, "Maybe a dragon head needs to be on there now?" He smiled. Laena smiled back, but shook her head. "Enough of my siblings will likely have dragons on their shields already, while you and your brothers are carving out a very impressive Blackbriar legacy. Best to emphasise that, than risk getting lost in the forest of dragons." She frowns in consideration. "Flight of dragons?" She snorts. "Argument of dragons." She shakes her head and refocuses. "Anyway, I note you didn't mention Fireball. He knighted you, should you not honour him as well, if you are able?" She nibbles on the feathered end of the quill. "I'm just making a rough draft, but as an idea, how about the argent background, with an inverted chevron gules to honour House Ball? House Peake has three sable castles as their foreground. 'Briar' typically refers to a wild rose, so if you place three sable roses as your foreground, you make the link to House Peake's heraldry, while also making it distinctly your own. And perhaps, if you wish, in the heart of each rose, some azure... She finishes off her rough draft quickly. "There. How does that strike you? You could swap out the argent for some orange if you like, make the Peake association more obvious. The inverted chevron should be enough to make the Ball connection clear." As the dinner hour approached he gave her his present. He motioned for her to come over to his desk Laena grunts as she completely fails to even raise in bed, let alone stand on her own feet. "I'm dead!" She exclaims groggily, words slurring slightly, raising a shaky arm to the sky, before it collapses back to the bed. "I declare three 'dragon slayer', for I am undone. Your mighty blade has penetrated my vulnerable spot too deeply and too well, and what was once bone and scale is now naught but ... custard! "That well-known result of a dragon's death." She notes dryly. "Understandably, not something House Targaryen wished spread too far - it rather undermines the fearsome effect of dragons when you imagine them turning into custard when they die. Hmmmmmm." She shakes her head. "By the Seven, I talk such bollocks when I'm dick-drunk." Still, with some recovery, and some helpful arms pulling her, she's finally able to get up out of bed, and see what Balon wanted to show her. He pulled out the belly chain. "Uh, uh, uh. You have to be naked when wearing this one." It was a chain of small gold links, each no bigger than a fingernail, that rested on her hips. He'd saw it on a prostitute at the Perfumed Lady (not that he'd ever say that) and found it made the women more alluring. He put it on her, "Yup, I was right." He stood admiring her form in all it's glory, enhanced further by the chain. "Keep this up, and by the time you finally claim my hand, I'll be able to be decent wearing nothing but jewellery you've given me." She jokes, concealing her concern. She saw *two* other pieces of jewellery in the box she opened, aside from her locket, and he only gave her one. Was he keeping his options open by seeking another lady at the same time? Logically, it was a sensible choice, but it did rather undermine all his words. We will see. There is still plenty of time this tourney...Finally he got dressed and cleaned himself up a bit. He laughed, "This day was damn near perfect. And now we finish it off with a extravagant dinner. I think I'll order the most expensive thing then have them stuff it with the second most expensive thing. Shall we?""I would have thought you'd have had enough of stuffing your most valuable thing with your second most valuable thing throughout the afternoon." She almost stumbles. "By the Seven! Much longer, and I'd be walking funny enough for the entire inn to figure out what we've been up to." Once she'd washed (gently, she was rather tender), and clothed, she casually reaches under the pillows, and pulls out her knife, secreting it about her clothes, making no effort to hide her actions. "In case you finished before I did." She explains, with all apparent seriousness.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Apr 26, 2019 8:00:28 GMT 1
"Not 'Back Scratcher'." she notes dryly. "Out of those names, I'd say I personally prefer Azure Talon, but .. I have its form, and you seek for me to become your future. It would make sense to me were you to name it to honour your past." She takes a breath. "Specifically, your father. You are his firstborn. His heir. His legacy. So, how about 'Legacy' as a name? Just as your strength and skill is your legacy from your father, so too will you use that sword to carve out a good legacy for your children. "He was a good man, a good knight, and a good father. With my form, and his name, it will be like we are both with you, looking out for you, even in the heat of battle." Balon had a sheepish grin plastered all over his face when Laena vetoed Back-scratcher. As she laid out her reasoning for naming his sword Legacy Balon thought back to all the lessons Donnel had taught him when he was a boy. Someday he hoped to do the same with his sons. When she finished he leaned in and kissed her. "Brilliant." Balon pulled the sword from its sheath and held it in front of him. "As this is an extension of my arm so shall it also be an extension of Donnel and your eyes, ever watching over me." It wasn't terribly poetic but the meaning was there. Laena smiled back, but shook her head. "Enough of my siblings will likely have dragons on their shields already, while you and your brothers are carving out a very impressive Blackbriar legacy. Best to emphasize that, than risk getting lost in the forest of dragons." She frowns in consideration. "Flight of dragons?" She snorts. "Argument of dragons." She shakes her head and refocuses. "Anyway, I note you didn't mention Fireball. He knighted you, should you not honour him as well, if you are able?" She nibbles on the feathered end of the quill. "I'm just making a rough draft, but as an idea, how about the argent background, with an inverted chevron gules to honour House Ball? House Peake has three sable castles as their foreground. 'Briar' typically refers to a wild rose, so if you place three sable roses as your foreground, you make the link to House Peake's heraldry, while also making it distinctly your own. And perhaps, if you wish, in the heart of each rose, some azure... She finishes off her rough draft quickly. "There. How does that strike you? You could swap out the argent for some orange if you like, make the Peake association more obvious. The inverted chevron should be enough to make the Ball connection clear." Balon was wide eyed by what she'd drawn, "I've been working on this for at least a month and you come up with something superior in ten minutes." Balon shook his head in disbelief. He put an arm around her and kissed her temple. "Thank you, truly. Argent will do. I'll have it painted on my shield right away." He got up and made his way over to his clothing chest, pulling out one of his better doublets. "I'll have that sewn into this right away. Yes, yes..." He looked over to Laena and started laughing. He moved over to her. "We'll have a gown made for you with this sigil some day. One briar here," he put a hand on her breast, "one here," he gently cupped her other breast, "and the other..." he looked down to where he thought it should go then teased, "right above your navel."Laena grunts as she completely fails to even raise in bed, let alone stand on her own feet. "I'm dead!" She exclaims groggily, words slurring slightly, raising a shaky arm to the sky, before it collapses back to the bed. "I declare thee 'dragon slayer', for I am undone. Your mighty blade has penetrated my vulnerable spot too deeply and too well, and what was once bone and scale is now naught but ... custard! "That well-known result of a dragon's death." She notes dryly. "Understandably, not something House Targaryen wished spread too far - it rather undermines the fearsome effect of dragons when you imagine them turning into custard when they die. Hmmmmmm." She shakes her head. "By the Seven, I talk such bollocks when I'm dick-drunk." "Custard!?" He laughed, "That does explain why you taste so sweet." His cheeks turned a little red at her compliments. When she said dick drunk Balon lost it. He laughed until he had tears in his eyes. When he was finally able to regain his composure he asked, "How in the hells have I been around some of the seediest hedge knights and men of ill repute and I have never, ever, heard of the term dick drunk? Oh Laena you are absolutely unique." "I would have thought you'd have had enough of stuffing your most valuable thing with your second most valuable thing throughout the afternoon." She almost stumbles. "By the Seven! Much longer, and I'd be walking funny enough for the entire inn to figure out what we've been up to." Once she'd washed (gently, she was rather tender), and clothed, she casually reaches under the pillows, and pulls out her knife, secreting it about her clothes, making no effort to hide her actions. "In case you finished before I did." She explains, with all apparent seriousness. As she washed he went to the small box on his desk and retrieved the locket. After putting it on his neck he gave it a kiss before tucking it under his shirt. He stared at Laena for a bit when she pulled out the dagger. He smiled at her joke but was very, very curious why she had it under the pillows. And how the hell didn't I notice that? "It's a good thing I wasn't joking about that legendary Blackbriar stamina. But," he held up a finger, "that has to stay on the night stand when you sleep over. I don't want to accidentally lose an eye." He winked at her though in the back of his mind he wanted to know why it was really there. Balon stood by the door as they were ready to leave and took a deep breath and exhaled, "Ok, I've got to pretend I didn't spend the day inside you." Balon shook his hands like he was drying them. "It'd help if you didn't say the words wet, rump roast, deep, or hard. And for the Seven's sake don't order custard." He wrapped his arms around her for one more kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth but he withdrew it after a brief moment, "Not helping." You can do this Balon. "After you, my lady."
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Post by Laena Pyre on Apr 26, 2019 15:45:38 GMT 1
Balon was wide eyed by what she'd drawn, "I've been working on this for at least a month and you come up with something superior in ten minutes." Balon shook his head in disbelief. He put an arm around her and kissed her temple. "Thank you, truly. Argent will do. I'll have it painted on my shield right away." "Not a problem. While you were working on your thousand strokes - and occasionally practising your bladework - I was spending time in a library learning far too much about heraldry. The only way I could keep them straight was by associating as many as possible - designs to flatter that house, or tweak the nose of that one. I just applied the same rules here." She puffs a breath up. "Still, it's good you appreciate my brilliance." He got up and made his way over to his clothing chest, pulling out one of his better doublets. "I'll have that sewn into this right away. Yes, yes..." He looked over to Laena and started laughing. He moved over to her. "We'll have a gown made for you with this sigil some day. One briar here," he put a hand on her breast, "one here," he gently cupped her other breast, "and the other..." he looked down to where he thought it should go then teased, "right above your navel.""Well, on that day, I'm sure I'll be very impressed with how many men take a sudden interest in admiring the needlework on the briars." She comments dryly. When she said 'dick drunk' Balon lost it. He laughed until he had tears in his eyes. When he was finally able to regain his composure he asked, "How in the hells have I been around some of the seediest hedge knights and men of ill repute and I have never, ever, heard of the term dick drunk? Oh Laena you are absolutely unique." "Well, that's easy. To those men, women are just warm, wet holes for their seed, with the unfortunate drawback that we can talk. I wouldn't be surprised if they weren't sure whether or not women could even orgasm. I *would* be surprised if they actually cared." Balon stood by the door as they were ready to leave and took a deep breath and exhaled, "Ok, I've got to pretend I didn't spend the day inside you." Balon shook his hands like he was drying them. "It'd help if you didn't say the words wet, rump roast, deep, or hard. And for the Seven's sake, don't order custard." He wrapped his arms around her for one more kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth but he withdrew it after a brief moment, "Not helping." You can do this Balon."After you, my lady."Laena smiles, and places a hand on his chest, halting him. "And if people see us walking arm-in-arm from the rooms? You're used to 'second son' levels of scrutiny. Believe me, with 'Great Bastard' levels of scrutiny, those kind of things *are* noticed. Poke your head out, make sure the corridor is empty, then I'll head out and make my way down to the common room on my own. Give me a bit of time, so it's not too suspicious, then come down and join me. And try to not poke anyone's eyes out as you make your way across the room."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Apr 27, 2019 7:17:57 GMT 1
"Not a problem. While you were working on your thousand strokes - and occasionally practicing your bladework - I was spending time in a library learning far too much about heraldry. The only way I could keep them straight was by associating as many as possible - designs to flatter that house, or tweak the nose of that one. I just applied the same rules here." She puffs a breath up. "Still, it's good you appreciate my brilliance." Balon rolled his eyes at her 'thousand strokes' comment. More like ten thousand thrusts after this afternoon. "Knowledge is power, is it not?""Beautiful, intelligent, *and* humble." Balon quipped upon her mentioning he appreciated her brilliance. Laena smiles, and places a hand on his chest, halting him. "And if people see us walking arm-in-arm from the rooms? You're used to 'second son' levels of scrutiny. Believe me, with 'Great Bastard' levels of scrutiny, those kind of things *are* noticed. Poke your head out, make sure the corridor is empty, then I'll head out and make my way down to the common room on my own. Give me a bit of time, so it's not too suspicious, then come down and join me. And try to not poke anyone's eyes out as you make your way across the room." Balon stammered, "I'm... I hadn't considered that. I mean, it's not like," Not like we'll be walking hand in hand looking lovingly into each other's eyes, "you're right." Balon leaned towards the door and put a ear to the frame to listen for footsteps. After a moment he opened the door and peeked out. Seeing no one he closed the door most of the way and turned back to Laena, "You're good to go." He had a crooked smile and stifled a laugh at her last comment, "Only dwarves and those sitting have to worry. See you soon." He winked and opened the door, staying behind it to allow Laena to leave. After she left he sat down at his desk and looked at his room. Those sheets need to be changed. Or burned. Bare minimum a septon needs to say a prayer for them. Balon's mind was still coming to terms with what had happened. The thought of Laena spread wide for him forever etched into his mind. Her mother's abuse. Admitting she didn't love him. That one had stung but it was hard to stay mad at a woman that straddled your face the way Laena did. Wait, she never told me where she got that whore. No matter, the why was more important anyway. He leaned back and took a deep breath suddenly finding himself very tired. He quickly stood up not wanting to doze off. "Ok." Balon practiced his manners, "Thank you for meeting me Lady Laena, how has your day treated you?" Smile, but not too much. Don't stare at her tits. Maintain eye contact. Be formal... but not too formal. Balon gauged about fifteen minutes had gone by and figured that was good enough. He made his way for the dining area for a well deserved meal.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Apr 28, 2019 7:03:18 GMT 1
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