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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 14:03:40 GMT -5
"Eh," Kalvin said as she eased the tension from his hand. "Not entirely ulterior," he said. "Much like you accepting the offer, I'd say," he winced as she hit a spot. "Haven't had to use that move in years."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 15:14:58 GMT -5
Robyn looked at him abd smiled wolfishly, "please, as if you were ever more than just a ready made tent."
"Yes, about that, how... Why... Did you ever think that would be useful?" She asked frowning, " as I am not to soon to be... Magnaress? Magnara? Of Thenn, I am grateful you do know it, but when could ripping out someone's vocal chords ever be useful." She seemed to reach a revelation, "no, I actually do see a great use."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 16:07:12 GMT -5
"I could do it every day," he said. "But I learned it when I was in bravos. Some eastern warrior trained me in exchange for great sword lessons." He looked her over. "How do you think I should deal with Savinia?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 16:22:50 GMT -5
"Perhaps we should ask Lord Crowl about her, he knows her after all. See if she can be reasoned with, though if over two thousand of her men deserted her, it makes you wonder how effectively she can control the others," robyn shrugged and dropped his hand, "If she does not do as we want, I can always fight her."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 16:25:33 GMT -5
"We could wage the war using the admission fees," he said. "And I believe they forgot their loyalty as far as I can throw the Crowl. They're just smart enough to recognize ferocity equal to theirs." He smiles. "I've always been told my blood runs too hot."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 16:34:34 GMT -5
"You certainly proved your ferocity today, no one will ever shake your hand again." She smiled.
"Is being hot blooded really such a bad thing, hot blood keeps you warm in winter. All of us Starks have it, just some runs hotter than others," she looked pointedly at him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 16:40:42 GMT -5
He shrugged. "It often leads me to think and do things I might regret," he said.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 16:45:23 GMT -5
"Such as?" she asked, holding out her hand to take his other one, but looking straight at him, as she treated his non windpipe ripping hand to the same treatment, but not as hard, as this time, it served no real purpose, "Is that all the whisky and strongwine you seem to drink? Get me to drink? Sounds like that."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 17:09:02 GMT -5
"Something like that," he says as he pulls her gently into him.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 17:17:35 GMT -5
Robyn goes easily, rubbing small circles into the back of his hand, and lowering herself to sit on his lap, even then she was only just at eye level with him, perhaps still a bit shorter. "What is it you want?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 17:42:06 GMT -5
"Everything," he murmurs as he pulls her in for a kiss.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 17:51:50 GMT -5
"Greedy man," she quips, but kisses him back with a hunger she had not realised she felt, pressing closer to him, so she could feel the heat from him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 18:10:00 GMT -5
His blood is up and he holds her to him close, tongue greedy, hands greedy, hard under his pants and his breath is like dragon fire. "Think we will regret this?" He whispers.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 18:20:48 GMT -5
"Oh, definitely," she whispered back, biting his bottom lip, before kissing him again. Inside she was a lot less certain. There would be no going back. It would be giving him something she could never have returned. She had never thought that had mattered to her, that she cared all that much. She got a flash of the knight she'd murdered at Tumbleton, it had not been so grossly different in scene.
She reached down between them to press a hand against him through his trousers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 18:26:00 GMT -5
Kalvin stands, lifting by her effortlessly, hands under her bottom as he carries her over to the bedroll. As he lays her down he undoes her top and licks his lips unconsciously at the sight of her pale, small, but perky and firm breasts. He puts his mouth on one and he tongue massages the red nipple.
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