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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Apr 19, 2019 22:39:00 GMT 1
Previously agreed upon OOC requirements have been met for portions of this thread.
Balon's experience at the Rutting Boar had been illuminating. Not just because he took two whores to bed at once (one an approximation of Daena Roxton and the other a poor man's Laena Pyre) but because of what memory the debauchery had triggered. The shock of the revelation had been so sudden he blurted out, "I fucked her! By the Seven I fucker her!" much to the confusion of the two women pleasing him.
I fucked Laena at the Golden Rose. A flood of memories came pouring into his mind. Her on top of him like she was taming a wild horse. Him behind her like he was trying to batter down a castle's gate. And that thing she did with her tongue... Balon had returned to the inn lost in the details his mind finally revealed to him. The final memory was of her falling asleep in his arms, just as he'd wanted. A frown crept up on his lips. But then she left? Why? Was she embarrassed? Worried about the ramifications of sleeping with Balon the Blackguard? She made me think I'd broken my promise to her. "Where the fuck did she find that other women?" he asked no one.
The morning after the remembrance they kissed and at no point did Balon get a feeling they'd been together. He shook his head in disbelief. How did I not remember this? How much did I drink? His anger faded and he smiled at the balls it took for Laena to switch out herself for a doppelganger. I'm going to have to have a talk with that young lady.
The next day Balon spent the majority of the morning in the training yard, preparing for the upcoming melee and plotting his revenge. He'd bought a couple of gifts for her before he came to Whitewalls and thought how he could get her to meet him. Something innocent. Innocuous. Don't mention the gifts. Not yet at least. An idea came to him. A late lunch at the inn he was staying at. It was one of the finest establishments in the area and it was pretty quiet after lunch. They would be relatively alone and he could ambush her with his newfound knowledge. She'll never know what hit her.
While Balon cleaned himself up and put on some of his finer clothes he sent a runner with a message to Laena. He made sure to write it in Valyrian, assuming since she spoke it, she could read it as well. The runner returned informing Balon she'd agreed to meet him. Balon smiled and tossed the kid a couple of coppers. Now all he had to do was wait.
And wait he did. And waited. And waited. At first he convinced himself it was nerves that made time go by so fast. Then he started to question if he'd heard the runner correctly. He did say yes, didn't he? Balon had taken a blow to the head earlier while training and his ears had rang for some time after. But he shook his head yes. More time went by and he tried to convince himself everything was ok. She must be cleaning up herself. Balon knew what that meant. She wants to look her best when she comes. More time passed and Balon started to worry. Was she kidnapped? What trouble did she get herself into? Did Lord Marq decide it was time to clean up his loose ends? Balon was pacing back and forth in the common area. He debated if she should go and look for her. He thought of areas that made it easy to nab a lady in broad daylight.
His excitement, his anticipation, his worry, all of his emotions slowly turned to anger. "That bitch stood me up." He muttered to himself. What kind of sick game is she playing? Agreed to meet me then didn't come. Fucked me then lied about it. Why did she even give me that locket? Just to string me along? If she thinks I'm that dumb then she doesn't know Balon Snake-eater!
Balon stormed out of the commons and headed for his room, muttering the whole way. He made his way up the stairs and to the end of the hall where his room was. As he opened the door he mumbled, "...think she is"
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Post by Laena Pyre on Apr 20, 2019 0:54:01 GMT 1
When Laena had received the invitation, she wasn't sure how she'd respond. Ser Balon was fun to be with. She felt like she could almost be herself with him. But right now, she wasn't sure if she could find that 'self'. Still, after a few moments, she decided to accept, hoping that some time playing with her favourite chew-toy might help her find herself again.
The fact that he invited her to lunch at one of the nicest places around probably helped sway her decision.
Still, simply turning up at the requested hour and place was boring! Gradually, an idea formed in her mind, and with a quiet cackle, she felt the soft touches of her prior self. To start with, she had all morning to identify his room, and a method of entry...
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The main advantage of Ser Balon's invitation was that she knew when he would be down in the dining area, and the inn was large enough that it was trivial to enter the inn and go up the stairs to his room without entering his sight.
Once she entered, she knew her time was limited, but she also knew Ser Balon was stubborn enough that she should have plenty. Enough to do some investigating. She hadn't heard much about his activities recently. Maybe some of his possessions would tell her the story, be it good or ill.
Her gaze quickly alights on a small book. Hoping it might be a diary, she opens it to a random page, and begins quietly reading to herself.
"Royal hair, cascading down,
"I never want to see those blue eyes frown,
"Your tongue so silky, with an enticing lick,
"In a mouth so perfect, for ..." She trails off, eyebrows raising, before swiftly moving on. It seemed the book was filled with similar, for want of a better word, 'poetry'. For a moment, she considered burning it. But only a moment. She *wanted* him to push himself, try new things beyond simply swinging a sword around. It would hardly encourage him if she slapped him down simply for trying. She imagined everyone was terrible to start, and only practice separated those who had talent from those who didn't.
So, she closed the book, and put it back where it was, and continued to poke around. The next thing she found, since it was so obvious, was his sword. She couldn't really comment on the quality, but it was clear the hilt was both relatively new and custom-made. Because the pommel was a dragon head with blue eyes, and the crossguard was stylised as dragon claws. She hunched down, and looked the dragon square in its sapphire eyes. "Hi, me. I've not been feeling much like myself recently. Care to lend me some of my 'me-ness'?"
The dragon just stared at her.
Laena sighed. "Fuck you, too, you selfish bitch." she grouses as she stands, nonetheless giving the head a small stroke as she looks for the next item of interest, swiftly finding a relatively small box.
She flips it open, to find her locket she'd lent him, and a couple of new pieces of jewellery. She decides not to pay too much attention to the new pieces, beyond recognising that they definitely are ladies' pieces. Still, on a suspicion, she opens the locket, and yes, the arrogant man had put his own portrait in the space opposite hers. She considers tearing it out for presumption, but after a moment, decides on something more fun. She takes a few moments to carefully remove his portrait, then re-insert it upside-down. This meant when she closed the locket, he was burying his face in her portrait's cleavage. She looks down at herself, and gently pokes her modest bust. "Not like you'll drown there." she mutters, before shaking off the negative thought, returning the now-closed locket to the box, and closing it, as if she'd never touched it.
While there was no doubt more she could find out with more investigating, her preparations would take time, and she didn't want him to return before she was ready, so she decided to move on to preparing for Ser Balon's return, no doubt frustrated and angry. She grins.
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So it is that when Balon returns to his room, Laena is still there.
Wearing the circlet he gifted her.
And absolutely nothing else.
Lying atop his bed.
Legs spread apart as far as they will go, exposing her most private and vulnerable areas to him.
Fingers languidly exploring her inner self.
From the mess she has made on his sheets, she's been doing it for some time.
Her hair is mussed and the circlet is crooked.
Her lust-fogged eyes lock with his.
"Hungry..." in a husky, needy voice, that makes clear she is not asking for what the inn's kitchen can provide.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Apr 22, 2019 6:55:44 GMT 1
When Balon entered the room he'd been looking down while he groused but the smell of sex caused his head to snap up. He looked to his bed and froze at the sight of a very nude and very exposed Laena. His mouth was agape and his mind lost all ability to form coherent thought. He watched Laena explore herself as he closed the door behind him, not once taking his eyes off of her. He tried to say something, anything, but all that came out was, "Your circlet is crooked."
The subconscious part of his mind took over and suddenly he was making his way towards her. He didn't know how but his boots and breeches were off by the time he reached the end of the bed. His mind asked. How did she get here? Is this another game? Why did she leave you at the Golden Rose? Instead of asking any of those questions he stripped off his fine shirt and threw it to the ground. He crawled onto the bed and a devious smile crept onto his face. He gently took her hand and licked one of her fingers. "Hungry, hmmm?" He licked another finger. "I think I have something that can fill you up."
And fill her up he did. Balon's love making was a little more aggressive than the first time they were together. Most likely an attempt by him to get Laena to unleash her inner dragon. If there was one thing she could tell during their time together it was his feelings for her were genuine. Laena was someone he wanted to be with. When they were done he laid on his back gently stroking her, his mind finally able to function. "I take it this means you missed me? How have you been?"
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Post by Laena Pyre on Apr 22, 2019 8:47:36 GMT 1
Laena responded to and even encouraged his aggression, yet, while her fingers dug into his back occasionally, she did not scratch, although maybe her well-trimmed nails lacked the capability.
When he asks his question, she takes a few final moments enjoying the temporary oblivion he'd granted her before answering. "Imagine things were a little different in your past, and it was Ser Titus who died, while your father held on by a thread. Now imagine it happened while you were literally under the same roof, and you are acutely aware that if you'd been a little more alert, a little less complacent, you might have been able to save him.
"Now cast your mind back to the wake. Remember all the pain and hurt you felt. Now picture that instead of the universal praise your father received, a significant number of people who come do so for no other reason than to insult him, because of one stupid decision his grandfather made. Twisting the knife you feel in your heart. Hurting you at your most vulnerable.
"Now imagine if you felt *glad* that I was too far away to show up, because you didn't trust that if I did, I wouldn't be among those who'd prefer to twist the knife, rather than offering you the support and comfort you so desperately needed.
"And finally imagine that, despite all that, you're compelled to crawl into my bed because it seems like everyone else you could turn to has died or left or just forgot to stay, and you need that comfort and peace, no matter how transitory.
"Take a few moments, and genuinely consider how you'd feel, then you tell me how I've been."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Apr 22, 2019 21:27:23 GMT 1
"...Now imagine it happened while you were literally under the same roof, and you are acutely aware that if you'd been a little more alert, a little less complacent, you might have been able to save him. them being Donnel and Titus, "and yet there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about it. What could I've done differently to save Donnel? What would've happened to Titus if I'd just taken someone's horse and galloped into the mob? What if I'd thrown caution to the wind instead of my measured approach against the smallfolk?" His kissed the top of her head in sympathy, "You can't blame yourself. I did for awhile 'till I realized it was self destructive and pointless. We're not all knowing. We can't plan for every contingency. And even if you'd been in the right place at the right time what would you've done? Use your legendary bow skill? More likely you'd be dead too." Balon squeezed her with his arm, an involuntary reaction to what he was saying. "Now cast your mind back to the wake. Remember all the pain and hurt you felt. Now picture that instead of the universal praise your father received, a significant number of people who come do so for no other reason than to insult him, because of one stupid decision his grandfather made. Twisting the knife you feel in your heart. Hurting you at your most vulnerable. "Now imagine if you felt *glad* that I was too far away to show up, because you didn't trust that if I did, I wouldn't be among those who'd prefer to twist the knife, rather than offering you the support and comfort you so desperately needed. Balon was quiet for a long time because she was right. What would Balon have done had he been there? Deliver a heartfelt eulogy? Doubtful. Use Ashara's death to remind everyone what a bitch she was? Possibly. He sighed, "I would've offered you my sympathy and love... but you're right to also wish I wasn't there. My opinions are well known and yet..." Balon tried to think of a 'yet', "when Lady Lyanna Levalle fell into the Mander Ashara and I managed to work together. I even defended her from some of the rowdier crowd members and escorted her all the way back to the Starkwood pavilions." I never wanted her dead."And finally imagine that, despite all that, you're compelled to crawl into my bed because it seems like everyone else you could turn to has died or left or just forgot to stay, and you need that comfort and peace, no matter how transitory. "Take a few moments, and genuinely consider how you'd feel, then you tell me how I've been." Balon tried to put a positive spin on it, "But maybe you're compelled because you know I'm not transitory. You know how I feel about you." He swallowed, nervous to say what he was about to aloud, "You know I love you. Maybe despite all the shit you've had to deal with the silver lining is you've found me. You know that I'll be there for you as the world comes crashing down." "And maybe, just maybe, instead of building more walls and shutting people out you'll let your guard down and allow yourself to love me too." |
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Post by Laena Pyre on Apr 22, 2019 23:22:55 GMT 1
He kissed the top of her head in sympathy, "You can't blame yourself. I did for awhile 'till I realized it was self destructive and pointless. We're not all knowing. We can't plan for every contingency. And even if you'd been in the right place at the right time what would you've done? Use your legendary bow skill? More likely you'd be dead too." Balon squeezed her with his arm, an involuntary reaction to what he was saying. "Mmm." Accepting his arm pulling her tighter. "Keep telling me that. Maybe one day, I'll believe it." Balon was quiet for a long time because she was right. What would Balon have done had he been there? Deliver a heartfelt eulogy? Doubtful. Use Ashara's death to remind everyone what a bitch she was? Possibly. He sighed, "I would've offered you my sympathy and love... but you're right to also wish I wasn't there. My opinions are well known and yet..." Balon tried to think of a 'yet', "when Lady Lyanna Levalle fell into the Mander Ashara and I managed to work together. I even defended her from some of the rowdier crowd members and escorted her all the way back to the Starkwood pavilions." I never wanted her dead.Laena kisses the side of his chest. "It's moments like that which give me hope. "I must admit, I've been too wrapped up in my own events to pay too much attention to rumours about you. Have you at least begun improving your reputation? Or actually getting something tangible for your efforts? Or found a way to make any headway with your aunt and uncle, should you succeed in winning me over?" "I'd say you'd feel like shit." Balon tried to put a positive spin on it, "But maybe you're compelled because you know I'm not transitory. You know how I feel about you." He swallowed, nervous to say what he was about to aloud, "You know I love you. Maybe despite all the shit you've had to deal with the silver lining is you've found me. You know that I'll be there for you as the world comes crashing down." "And maybe, just maybe, instead of building more walls and shutting people out you'll let your guard down and allow yourself to love me too." She nods into his shoulder. "I do know you love me. Genuinely, passionately love me." She closes her eyes. "This isn't something I ever really admit, especially after those stupid rumours about me, but my marriage was not a happy one. I chose Ser Vernan to marry as he was a good man. Safe. I thought with a man like that, I could find a place where I belonged. When we courted, he made me happy. I thought it was love. "But it didn't work like that. He didn't physically hurt me or abuse me or anything - I mean, he punished me occasionally, but only when I deserved it. But even at the start, once we were wed, there was this ... disconnect. And it only got worse with time. I'm not saying it's his fault, or that it was mine, but it was there. It's like ... do you ever practice using your sword and shield in the wrong hands? I don't know, in case your main arm is injured or something? Well, imagine or remember your first time trying - you've got your sword, you've got your shield, you know the motions, and what both parts should be doing, but somehow, your movements get all tangled, and where your sword and shield should be working together, instead, they're constantly getting in each other's way, so they're worse together than if you only had one. It was like that. "By the end, the only thing we had in common was sex and Landar. Sylvina was just mine, as far as he was concerned. He didn't hate or abuse her, but he didn't care about her either. "When he died, I was shocked, but I wasn't sad. Waking up one morning to find my own husband, father of my children, dead beside me, and I wasn't sad. Well, not about him, anyway. I was sad over the loss of the land, the loss of our life there, but it's not like Lord Tyrell had a choice. "I'm sorry. You probably don't want to know about the other man I've been with. But I wanted you to know something personal. Something I don't share with just about anybody. I want you to know this isn't all one way." |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Apr 23, 2019 6:57:29 GMT 1
"Mmm." Accepting his arm pulling her tighter. "Keep telling me that. Maybe one day, I'll believe it." The irony of Balon promising something was lost to him. Laena kisses the side of his chest. "It's moments like that which give me hope." Balon smiled when she kissed him but looked away to the ceiling. How much hope will you have if you find out what I did to Desmond and Dagos? The image of bashing in Desmond's face flashed in his mind. Or Ser Vorian and his Dornish merchants. Or what I plan to do to Ser Symon. He hadn't decided if he was going to follow through with his latest plan. As of right now there are no Dornish survivors in Vulture Hunt. Will edit if need be."I must admit, I've been too wrapped up in my own events to pay too much attention to rumors about you. Have you at least begun improving your reputation? Or actually getting something tangible for your efforts? Or found a way to make any headway with your aunt and uncle, should you succeed in winning me over?" That was a difficult answer. Technically it was a resounding no but he'd been building relationships and earning trust with certain lords. Not to mention the personal fortune from the Dornish "bandits". "Some of my efforts have been tangibly rewarded, others were done for my own sake though they helped others more so. Three principal bannermen of the Reach are on friendly terms with me so I'd say I've done some good work towards improving my reputation." Balon let out a sigh when he thought of Lord Jon and Lady Erena. "As for my aunt and uncle it's Lady Erena that I need to deal with. Jon is a pushover and will acquiesce if I put any sort of pressure on him but Erena has taken the reigns of the house since my father died and my mother... left." Balon looked down at Laena's body thinking he'd receive some sort of inspiration from it. While beautiful to gaze upon it didn't offer any answers. "I've had some insane scenarios run through my head but I'm still working on it. Of course it might be a lot easier if you went to her and told her you *wanted* to marry me."She nods into his shoulder. "I do know you love me. Genuinely, passionately love me." She closes her eyes. "This isn't something I ever really admit, especially after those stupid rumours about me, but my marriage was not a happy one. I chose Ser Vernan to marry as he was a good man. Safe. I thought with a man like that, I could find a place where I belonged. When we courted, he made me happy. I thought it was love. "But it didn't work like that. He didn't physically hurt me or abuse me or anything - I mean, he punished me occasionally, but only when I deserved it. But even at the start, once we were wed, there was this ... disconnect. And it only got worse with time. I'm not saying it's his fault, or that it was mine, but it was there. It's like ... do you ever practice using your sword and shield in the wrong hands? I don't know, in case your main arm is injured or something? Well, imagine or remember your first time trying - you've got your sword, you've got your shield, you know the motions, and what both parts should be doing, but somehow, your movements get all tangled, and where your sword and shield should be working together, instead, they're constantly getting in each other's way, so they're worse together than if you only had one. It was like that. "By the end, the only thing we had in common was sex and Landar. Sylvina was just mine, as far as he was concerned. He didn't hate or abuse her, but he didn't care about her either. "When he died, I was shocked, but I wasn't sad. Waking up one morning to find my own husband, father of my children, dead beside me, and I wasn't sad. Well, not about him, anyway. I was sad over the loss of the land, the loss of our life there, but it's not like Lord Tyrell had a choice. "I'm sorry. You probably don't want to know about the other man I've been with. But I wanted you to know something personal. Something I don't share with just about anybody. I want you to know this isn't all one way." he teased. "Was it a spanking?" He laughed and she could see the imagery playing through his mind. Balon turned a little more serious, "Thank you for sharing that. The Seven work in mysterious ways and only in hindsight can we begin to understand their wisdom. Your life with Ser Vernan wasn't meant to be." He paused trying to put his thoughts into coherent words, "Sometimes I think the Seven have a path for us to follow. They allow us a little wiggle room but the direction in general is laid out. Every once in awhile someone manages to veer way off course and it takes time for the Seven to bring you back on track. Maybe that's what happened with you.""I wonder what would've happened had you waited an extra year to get married. I would've been knighted by then and trust me I would've came calling. Maybe we were meant to be together and the Seven are slowly getting you back on track?" Balon wasn't above using divine intervention as a reason to wed. Balon shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat before continuing, "You know I love you but I don't know if you love me." For Balon, saying that was harder than facing Ser Daemon, "If you think we're the sword and shield in the wrong hands or if we'll just get in each other's way please tell me. I don't want to be a passing fancy and I prefer painful truth to blissful ignorance." |
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Post by Laena Pyre on Apr 23, 2019 10:52:36 GMT 1
Laena smiles, and lets the light comments about punishment pass with a shake of the head. Better his mind stay with playful spankings than stray into ugly truths.
"If I had waited to marry," I would have fallen back into my mother's clutches. "I would probably have had other offers, ones that included land, which likely would have blinded me to your charms. Maybe there's something to your theory, after all."
At his serious question, she sighs, and props herself up on an elbow so she can look across at him properly. "I've been thinking about that a lot. A key piece dropped into my lap when someone mentioned in passing that love was ... either a type of faith, or like faith, something like that. With that, what I was after finally was made clear to me.
"Marriage is about more than being able to fuck without all this sneaking around." She reaches across, and clasps one of his hands in hers. "It ties our fates together, forever. What I do reflects on you, and what you do reflects on me. I think that everything I asked for ... the improvement of reputation, the convincing your aunt, the gaining something for the risks you take, I think it's all about you convincing me that you can get yourself out of whatever problems you get yourself in to. That you won't drag me down with you.
"Giving me faith.
"To give you a blunt answer, one that you won't like, but upholding my promise to not coddle you: No. I do not love you. But I believe I'm trying to." She licks her lips nervously. "But with you being so open with me, I have to be honest in return: I cannot guarantee I will love you. I cannot guarantee I can love anyone. Vernan. Ashara. My heart is a battered pulp, and it's entirely possible that no amount of love and confidence will ever get it to heal enough to let another person in." She raises their intertwined hands, and starts kissing his fingers. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Apr 23, 2019 20:23:23 GMT 1
"If I had waited to marry," I would have fallen back into my mother's clutches. "I would probably have had other offers, ones that included land, which likely would have blinded me to your charms. Maybe there's something to your theory, after all." he said playfully as he gave her butt a squeeze. .... "Marriage is about more than being able to fuck without all this sneaking around." She reaches across, and clasps one of his hands in hers. "It ties our fates together, forever. What I do reflects on you, and what you do reflects on me. I think that everything I asked for ... the improvement of reputation, the convincing your aunt, the gaining something for the risks you take, I think it's all about you convincing me that you can get yourself out of whatever problems you get yourself in to. That you won't drag me down with you. "Giving me faith. "To give you a blunt answer, one that you won't like, but upholding my promise to not coddle you: No. I do not love you. But I believe I'm trying to." She licks her lips nervously. "But with you being so open with me, I have to be honest in return: I cannot guarantee I will love you. I cannot guarantee I can love anyone. Vernan. Ashara. My heart is a battered pulp, and it's entirely possible that no amount of love and confidence will ever get it to heal enough to let another person in." She raises their intertwined hands, and starts kissing his fingers. "I'm sorry." Laena not loving him was what he expected to hear not that it made it any easier. Trying to love me... You either do or you don't. Balon was visibly deflated by her answer but he'd asked never to be lied to. "I won't pretend to know what it's like to be you, what you've been through. And I don't doubt it's been difficult for all kinds of reasons." He had trouble looking her in the eyes, "But I hope you can learn to love again." because I won't wait forever. The conversation with Ghost popped into his mind. I don't want to be in a relationship that's one way.He looked up to her while she kissed his fingers, "Is that why you swapped yourself out with that whore at the Golden Rose?" |
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Post by Laena Pyre on Apr 23, 2019 22:51:00 GMT 1
She sighs, but doesn't seem surprised by the question. She rolls onto her back, and stares up at the ceiling before answering. "No. That matter .. is different. A different layer of messed up I was hoping to keep from you a while longer, but you asked, and you deserve honesty. "My mother was broken by her ... experiences. And she never quite got put back together properly. And that's who taught me about life for the first eleven years of my life. She ... to her ... to her, emotions are what you give others in order to control them. If you have emotions yourself, that means you are weak. Vulnerable. The perfect person is one with no emotions at all. Not 'at peace', but rather 'oblivion'. They must be able to *show* any emotion, and *feel* nothing. "Nothing. "Emotions are things to be distrusted. Fear may *guide* you, but you mustn't let it *control* you. But worst of all are positive emotions. They are the premium methods of control. Make someone happy in your presence, and you can make them happy *with* your presence. Once you have that, they're *yours*, to use and abuse as you see fit. "Needless to say, I reject her teachings. Vehemently. A life without emotion just is not worth living. But it took a while to break free of her ... conditioning. And elements still linger. "When I woke up that morning, I was aching, but the good kind. I was sated. I was warm, comfortable, and happy. Happy like I don't remember being before. "I panicked." Her breathing has quickened slightly, and she's clearly expending effort to avoid hyperventilating now. "I felt the weight of all those years of my mother's lessons bearing down on me. I had to get out of there. It wasn't a want, it was a *need*. 'If you don't get caught, it didn't happen.' If no-one knew what happened, then I'd be alright - I wasn't weak and vulnerable. I was still strong. Indomitable. "So, I covered it up. It wasn't hard. You were *very* drunk. So, as you say, I swapped myself out for a whore. And then finally I could breathe again. "I made sure to free you from your oath of monogamy as soon as possible after that without raising suspicion, so hopefully you wouldn't blame yourself too much for what you didn't actually do. "And then I spent a good amount of time between then and now wrestling with trying to define what I feel for you, and convincing myself that it's okay for me to be happy." She turns her head to him, and he can see gathered tears falling from her eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispers.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Apr 24, 2019 7:27:13 GMT 1
Balon watched as she rolled onto her back, showing a vulnerability he didn't think she possessed but was glad to see. Trusting him enough to share her past meant a great deal to him. It was his turn to prop himself up on an elbow and he put his hand on her stomach hoping his touch would soothe her as she spoke. There was a look of consternation on Balon's face as she talked about her mother and her "teachings". What kind of parent would do this to a child? At first he'd thought her doppleganger was some sort of prank or jest. Then he believed it to be a cover of sorts, her shame in sleeping with him was something she desperately wanted to keep secret. Now he felt a great deal of pity for her. To *fear* being happy was something truly horrific. When Laena said she'd been happier than she could remember a heartfelt smile formed on Balon's face. It wasn't a declaration of love by Laena but to be able to provide true happiness to her was special. When her breath quickened he moved his hand from her stomach and kneaded her side to reassure her it was ok to continue. Obviously I was very drunk. We fucked forever and it took me months to remember. Balon recalled portions of their passion fueled night but there were still blank periods of time. When she started to cry and apologized her wiped the tears away with his thumb, "Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh. No need to apologize." He leaned down and lightly kissed her. "I'll admit that when I woke up with... what was her name... Laura? I was despondent. I thought it'd only be a matter of time before you found out but then as time went by I thought I was in the clear. Not that it made me feel less guilty." Balon laid down and shifted Laena so they were spooning, thinking the body contact would help calm her. With a hand gently resting on her hip he continued, "You're a strong woman Laena Pyre. Only a strong woman could survive the cruelties of your mother and grow up to be such a capable woman. It's part of what attracted me to you. But I'll never think less of you for being yourself around me. For sharing your fears, your hopes, your dreams.""Spend more time with me while we're at Whitewalls. We can go to the market, see what catches your fancy. Maybe a dress or two for the weddings that are sure to come in the Reach. Come cheer for me at the Tactician's Tournament and the Melee." There was an excitement in his voice at the prospect of spending time with her. "Sneak in here at night and sleep with me. Wake up in my arms. Let me show you that happiness isn't, what did you say? Transitory."He nuzzled the back of her neck, "You don't even have to *sleep* with me. I mean you will because you can't resist my charm and let's be honest, you do kinda owe me." He hugged her tight, "See what it's like to be happy then we can decide what to name our first child." Balon laughed, doing his best to cheer her up. Phase 2, What's for Lunch, Persuasion (Seduction) + Chivalry + Disposition: 3d6+5 18 |
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Post by Laena Pyre on Apr 24, 2019 16:47:42 GMT 1
She starts a little at his last words, and blurts out "No!" A moment for her thoughts to catch up, and she clutches at his hand hugging her before he could withdraw it. "Not no to everything. Not to everything." She takes a couple of deep breaths. She knows what she's accepting. What this means. In terms of status, he's far below her. In terms of reputation, also. Really, the only reason to say 'yes' to anything was simply the pursuit of happiness.
But, ultimately, what other reason did she need?
"I'd like to spend time with you, at the market, but I will be appropriately chaperoned. I do not intend to lose reputation by being careless. I've worked too hard at maintaining it.
"Similarly, I'm not sure if you noticed, but other people definitely notice if a Great Bastard's bed is empty for a night. There was a rumour about me after our night at the Golden Rose. Unlike pretty much every other rumour about me, that one was actually true, since I spent the night with you. I can't afford too many more rumours like that before it becomes 'established fact' that my legs spread like honey. I'm sure we can find or make opportunities to sneak off - or at least, I can sneak off and find you - and have fun, but every night is probably not possible. Consider it motivation to find a way to convince your aunt. I'll try and find a way that I can safely spend one night with you, though. As you say, I do owe you that.
"Finally - and this is very, very important, so remember it - I have no intention of bringing a bastard into this world. We are born of lust and lies, and carry that curse with us our whole life. I *will not* willingly subject one of my children to that. Even if we were to marry before they were born, while that may avoid the social stigma, it does not change the circumstances of their conception, and they will still suffer the curse.
"If that doesn't put you off, I'll support you where I can. Here .. and later. So long as you don't disappoint me." She sniffs proudly, but with her facing away from him, it's hard to tell how serious she's being with that last bit.
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Apr 24, 2019 20:17:53 GMT 1
"So long as you don't disappoint me." She sniffs proudly, but with her facing away from him, it's hard to tell how serious she's being with that last bit. Laena could feel Balon vibrating behind her and it took a moment for her to realize he was trying to suppress his laughing. "Ohhh Laena, don't ever change." She couldn't see his face but Balon was beaming. He asked for a lot assuming she'd say no to almost all of it been when she agreed to so much it was hard for him to contain his enthusiasm. "I'd like to spend time with you, at the market, but I will be appropriately chaperoned. I do not intend to lose reputation by being careless. I've worked too hard at maintaining it. Balon laughed, "but a chaperone is completely appropriate. Maybe your brother would be interested." Balon laughed even harder when he thought back to the "threat" he'd made to Aerion after he beat Balon in the joust. "Similarly, I'm not sure if you noticed, but other people definitely notice if a Great Bastard's bed is empty for a night. There was a rumour about me after our night at the Golden Rose. Unlike pretty much every other rumour about me, that one was actually true, since I spent the night with you. I can't afford too many more rumours like that before it becomes 'established fact' that my legs spread like honey. I'm sure we can find or make opportunities to sneak off - or at least, I can sneak off and find you - and have fun, but every night is probably not possible. Consider it motivation to find a way to convince your aunt. I'll try and find a way that I can safely spend one night with you, though. As you say, I do owe you that. Balon continued his teasing, "Uh, they do spread like honey. Do you not remember how I found you?" He clearly remembered as Laena felt a stirring on her backside. "Sorry, I can't really help that." Balon exhaled and did his best to act like an adult. "One can wish for every night but I'll settle for sneaking off and one night here. I want you to feel that warmth and happiness again." He gave her a loving kiss on the shoulder. "Finally - and this is very, very important, so remember it - I have no intention of bringing a bastard into this world. We are born of lust and lies, and carry that curse with us our whole life. I *will not* willingly subject one of my children to that. Even if we were to marry before they were born, while that may avoid the social stigma, it does not change the circumstances of their conception, and they will still suffer the curse. All this talk was exciting Balon, "How much longer can you stay?" By his tone she knew exactly why he was asking. |
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Post by Laena Pyre on Apr 24, 2019 23:32:30 GMT 1
"A chaperone is completely appropriate. Maybe your brother would be interested." Balon laughed even harder when he thought back to the "threat" he'd made to Aerion after he beat Balon in the joust. "I'll presume the suggestion of my brother is a joke. Remember you're aiming to become his goodbrother, so behave." She lightly slaps his hand. Balon continued his teasing, "Uh, they do spread like honey. Do you not remember how I found you?" He clearly remembered as Laena felt a stirring on her backside. "Sorry, I can't really help that.""Striding out of the crowd to save you from a social disaster of your own making?" She asks lightly, not letting him get away with his teasing unscathed. Still, her gently rubbing her backside up and down slowly made clear she wasn't really mad. "A baby born out of love is never cursed, regardless of marital status. But I promise I won't tie you to my bed and fill you with my seed until you're full with child." "While I promise that, if you play your cards right, I *will* tie you to my bed, blindfold you, and drain you dry. But only should you succeed in marrying me - I promise you will not be able to remain quiet enough to be safe before then. And gagging you would close off too many fun options." She smiles discreetly at his body's reaction to her words. It was fun being desired. Sure, Lord Marq *liked* her, but he didn't want to *keep* her. And to be honest, he wouldn't be the man she admired if he did. Ser Balon set an ambitious target for himself, and kept at it like a bull until he succeeded. Not subtle or delicate but, in his own words, 'determined'. There was something admirable in that. All this talk was exciting Balon, "How much longer can you stay?" By his tone she knew exactly why he was asking. "I'm not expected back until after dinner. I hear good things about the food here, so I've no objection to working up more of an appetite, but you do have to feed me afterwards." |
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Post by Balon Blackbriar on Apr 25, 2019 21:31:50 GMT 1
"I'll presume the suggestion of my brother is a joke. Remember you're aiming to become his goodbrother, so behave." She lightly slaps his hand. Balon pretended the slap hurt, "Gah, do you enjoy hurting me?" He was many things but stupid wasn't one of them, "I'm sure you have the perfect person in mind to chaperone. While we're together in public I'll be courteous and polite. The epitome of chivalry. But when we're alone..." He guided his hands to her more sensitive areas, "I'm going to be forward, bawdy, and anything you want me to be."
"Striding out of the crowd to save you from a social disaster of your own making?" She asks lightly, not letting him get away with his teasing unscathed. Still, her gently rubbing her backside up and down slowly made clear she wasn't really mad. An appreciative moan escaped from Balon as she teased him with her rubbing. "While I promise that, if you play your cards right, I *will* tie you to my bed, blindfold you, and drain you dry. But only should you succeed in marrying me - I promise you will not be able to remain quiet enough to be safe before then. And gagging you would close off too many fun options." She smiles discreetly at his body's reaction to her words. It was fun being desired. Sure, Lord Marq *liked* her, but he didn't want to *keep* her. And to be honest, he wouldn't be the man she admired if he did. Ser Balon set an ambitious target for himself, and kept at it like a bull until he succeeded. Not subtle or delicate but, in his own words, 'determined'. There was something admirable in that. "I'm not expected back until after dinner. I hear good things about the food here, so I've no objection to working up more of an appetite, but you do have to feed me afterwards." Her rubbing and pillow talk were beginning to shut down Balon's critical thinking skills. "As you wish *my* lady." He lifted Laena up and had her straddle him. He admired the Valyrian beauty for a moment before they resumed their love making. 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?"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. As the dinner hour approached he gave her his presents. He motioned for her to come over to his desk and 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. 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?"
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