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Skyreach
May 13, 2015 17:42:20 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 13, 2015 17:42:20 GMT -5
He shows her a letter. "Old town first. Arania needs my help, looks like. Odd old men being creepy, no doubt." He shrugs. "See the Hightower, scare some geezers shitless, then head back to Winterfell." He rolls his neck again. "You want to come?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 13, 2015 17:57:16 GMT -5
"Down to Oldtown?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, 'To save your old wife? do you want me to come?" she asked then frowned at his rolling
"Are you alright?"
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Skyreach
May 13, 2015 18:15:23 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 13, 2015 18:15:23 GMT -5
"It's always nice having you around, Robyn. My nexck took a hit is all," he said. "I'm fine."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 13, 2015 18:24:20 GMT -5
"I am glad you think so, many would no doubt disagree. I met a man at King's Landing, who objected to me helping rebuild some of the houses. Said it was not for nobility to do such... Nobles fight and die in the same mud on the battlefield as peasants, how is it so different in other areas?" The man had weighed on her mind since meeting him.
"Would you like me to help?" She asked, reminded of when she had massaged his hands.
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Skyreach
May 13, 2015 18:37:10 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 13, 2015 18:37:10 GMT -5
He nods. "Sounds great." He takes a seat and faces away from her. "You do have nimble fingers."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 13, 2015 18:43:02 GMT -5
She walks behind him and loosens his shirt to reveal more of his shoulders, "surprising, seeing how little I have done this, must be a gift" she smiled as she got to work, leaving her hands on the base of his neck for a long pause, before pressing her thumbs in circles there, working the tense muscle there.
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Skyreach
May 13, 2015 18:54:22 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 13, 2015 18:54:22 GMT -5
It is somewhat like kneading a rock, he is so tough, but he sighs and leans back. Kal's shoulder is scarred. "I can't quite believe the bastard is really dead."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 13, 2015 18:59:11 GMT -5
"I saw it with my own eyes," she said softly, "he's dead," she kneaded her fingers harder into his skin, before moving up to just below his ears, using her fingers now not her thumb, she leant down next to his ear, "relax" she whispered, before getting back to work.
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Skyreach
May 13, 2015 20:23:26 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 13, 2015 20:23:26 GMT -5
He shrugs and lays on his mattress. "I can relax," he said.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 13, 2015 23:54:45 GMT -5
"Are you sure you wish to risk being caught in such a compromising position, with a princess?" She teased, but knelt next to him anyway, continuing to massage his neck.
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Skyreach
May 14, 2015 5:02:21 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 14, 2015 5:02:21 GMT -5
Kalvin mumbled something as she eases the tension from his spinal cord. After another minute or so he rolls over. "You're being rather generous," he said. "However could I repay you?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 14, 2015 5:22:38 GMT -5
Robyn leant over him, meeting his eye, then moved the straddle his waist, "repayment, eh? For services rendered? Gifts like mine should be freely shared," she grinned, "but I would accept tribute."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 14, 2015 5:42:01 GMT -5
Kalvin nodded and looked her up and down, then his hand reached out and started undoing buttons on her shirt. When it sits, open in front, his one good arm slides it off her. "And what sort of tribute would you prefer, empress?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 14, 2015 6:00:27 GMT -5
Robyn laughed and leaned down, kissing him, "I want everything," she grinned and ran a hand up his chest.
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Skyreach
May 14, 2015 6:08:51 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 14, 2015 6:08:51 GMT -5
Kalvin kisses her back and his hand runs up and down her spine. "Then take it," he whispers in her ear, sitting up and moving her off him to take her pants off.
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