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Post by Laena Pyre on May 25, 2019 20:52:49 GMT 1
"And now you have trapped me, my lady" he chuckles softly, her touch making him bolder rather than shy away, perceiving her movement as a playful test rather than an actual rebuff. "If I say you do have negative qualities, I risk your wrath. But if I say you do not, I prove myself a fool who has not listened to your wise words of caution." Without looking up from the table, she quietly snorts. "Well, it's good to see you've been paying at least some a-" He steps up behind her and slides an arm around her waist, his free hand moving to brush her hair away from her neck, bending his head down to place a kiss behind her ear. "-ahhtension." She gamely tries to finish as her body ignites under his touch. "And though I may be trapped for the moment, I am no moth. If I was a moth, I would fear flames. But fire cannot kill a dragon." Pressing his body against hers, and in turn pushing her firmly against the table, he trails a few kisses down her neck. Her rear twitches, pressing back against him to feel the full length of him through his clothes, while her traitorous body is quite insistent that getting nailed spread across the table is the best idea in the world, heedless of the septon waiting just outside the door. Frankly, if it weren't for the septon, she'd likely let herself be convinced. "That's nice, but what have you accomplished to deserve me recently? Or do you see my body as simply being yours for the taking whenever *you* want?" |
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Post by Trystane Sand on May 25, 2019 22:12:19 GMT 1
As she wriggles her bottom against his increasingly aroused groin, it takes all his willpower not to just bend her over the table and fuck her senseless, septon be damned. But, like her, he is too aware of the presence outside the door that could put a stop to the game permanently.
However, where he had expected the proposal of a cunning plan to get rid of her pious shadow, or a promise to return another time without him, there comes instead a challenge. An intriguing one, but a challenge nonetheless.
“Your dedication to a fair trade does you credit, my lady,” he purrs, brushing his fingers across her breast teasingly. “And your body is your own. Besides, wouldn’t want you to get spanked, at least not by your septon. Very well. Tell me something you desire of me, and you shall receive it,” he whispers into her ear, his lips brushing her earlobe for a moment, followed by a little nibble.
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Post by Laena Pyre on Jun 19, 2019 16:59:38 GMT 1
She almost blurts out 'Lady Maegelle's head, in a basket, surrounded by a nice floral arrangement', but is able to catch it. Trystane is too good a man to slay an unarmed lady.
But that is not to say he's useless...
For a moment, something holds her back. Some ... sense of family that is well aware that her request could well doom him. Either from the target himself, or the repercussions thereof.
But really, she'd pushed him away once, and he ignored it.
You only get once chance with her. One opportunity to walk away unburned. At this point, it's simply assisted suicide.
"You tried to get Ser Eoric to regret his words, and you *failed*. Now he is vindicated to go to the funeral of any young innocent lady solely for the purposes of insulting her, as he did with my sister. One on one you may not be a match, but *anything* can happen in the chaos of a melee.
"If you could bring my sister peace by making sure that monster in the shape of a man will *never* slander the innocent again, you will have my favour."
Let me know if an Intrigue is required for this objective.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 19, 2019 21:37:35 GMT 1
He briefly senses the hesitation, briefly wonders if he's about to get an elbow in the side for his impertinence. But her response when it comes is pleasantly surprising.
Something I wanted to do anyway. Even better!
He lets his hands rest on her hips and his chin on her shoulder.
"I had certainly intended to right that error of mine, so I shall happily do all in my power to make it so.
A thought occurs to him, and he voices it before he can stop himself.
"Actually, I could try to quietly hasten his retribution even sooner than the melee, if it pleases you..."
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Post by Laena Pyre on Jun 19, 2019 22:16:27 GMT 1
"What pleases me are results. Motivations, methods ... they may matter to the actor, and the Father. But all I care about is the end result. However, whenever, whyever, that is your domain.
"I just want my sister to be at peace." She finishes softly.
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 19, 2019 23:01:07 GMT 1
Trystane's playfulness fades away to solemnity, and he nods in understanding.
"I want that too," he says, with complete sincerity.
Straightening up and stepping a little to the side, he gently turns her around slightly to look into her eyes.
"He is as good as dead. I swear it. As is anyone yet living who did her harm or insult."
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Post by Laena Pyre on Jun 20, 2019 1:34:12 GMT 1
Oh. That was easy. Maybe I misjudged him.
Laena straightens her back, and looks Trystane straight in the eye, with all the gravitas she can muster. "Thank you. Be aware that it is very likely I will hold you to that oath in the future."
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 21, 2019 0:26:04 GMT 1
"I presume you mean once we learn who set Ashara's fate in motion."
It wasn't quite a smile that crept onto his face, but a renewed confidence seemed to settle on him.
"I look forward to being of service. I may not have been as close to her as you were, but she was family and I cared about her. And we can't let anyone think they can get away with hurting our family."
And ridding the world of one more Dornish-hating grotesque is a bonus.
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Post by Laena Pyre on Jun 21, 2019 1:11:38 GMT 1
She gracefully inclines her head in acknowledgement. "Exactly so." She frowns. "I trust I can rely on your discretion, even within the house? It is better, should things go wrong, if Lord Ulbert, for example, can honestly swear that he had no knowledge of any 'inappropriate' action, and that responsibility lies solely with a 'radical actor', acting alone. While it will not be *good* for him regardless, 'unaware' is a significantly better look than 'complicit'."
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 21, 2019 1:38:16 GMT 1
"Absolutely. The last thing I want to do is bring House Starkwood into disrepute or cause any of its members trouble. I'm already thinking of ways to make this plan as discreet as possible. I will do my utmost to shield Lord Ulbert from any backlash, though I'm hoping that learning from one so adept as you will minimise said backlash," he adds, his demeanour lifting again for a moment with a flirtatious smile.
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Post by Laena Pyre on Jun 21, 2019 16:31:45 GMT 1
Laena puffs out a breath. "If you come to me with a plan, I can make suggestions as best I can, but I must admit, my capabilities have not been put to the test beyond hiding who was the source of particular *rumours* or similar. What we're discussing ... it's new. Nobody's ever pushed me this far before.
"Still, I'll do what I can to help advise you."
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 22, 2019 1:35:18 GMT 1
"May I never become your enemy," Trystane replies, his amused smile present for a moment before being replaced once again by seriousness. "But I understand. It's new for me too. But, as you said, they have pushed too far. People shouldn't poke a dragon unless they are prepared to be burned."
And we've seen where trying to deal with things honourably gets us when the enemy has no honour.
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Post by Laena Pyre on Jun 22, 2019 15:08:19 GMT 1
She nods. "In order to protect those who remain, we must avenge the fallen." She takes a small step forward, places a hand on his shoulder for balance, and goes up on tip-toes to plant a quick, chaste kiss on his cheek, before settling herself back down again, patting the shoulder before releasing it.
"I look forward to seeing what you come up with." She turns and sashays towards the door. "Until then," she turns her head and smirks over her shoulder "enjoy your dreams of me." she finishes in a sultry tone.
[Unless you say or do something to stop me, I'll be exiting and /scene from my end]
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Post by Trystane Sand on Jun 22, 2019 23:38:13 GMT 1
Her proximity and touch tempt him to try and steal a more intimate kiss, but he finds that the chaste kiss on the cheek is more pleasant than he had anticipated. There seems a warmth in it that is more than the sum of its parts, and it feels oddly reassuring. He smiles down at her as she returns to her normal footing and heads for the door.
The look she gives him over her shoulder stirs him anew, but he attempts to appear casual and suave in his parting words;
"All days shall be nights until we meet again, my lady," he says with a flourishing bow. "Give my best regards to the good Septon, and I thank him for his patience and diligence," he adds, with a knowing grin that he simply can't suppress.
When the door closes behind her, and the room fills with silence, he takes a moment to collect himself, then starts to weave his first plot.
/scene
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