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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 17:13:00 GMT -5
She doesn't see anyone, and Walter can't really make her fuck him at the moment, so he waits a long moment. "Probably not a bad idea," he admits. "Unless...you know, you don't want to."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 17:17:04 GMT -5
"Unless I don't want to stop?" she said, looking back at him, "I do not want to, but what I want and what I should do are not the same." she said, shaking her head.
She kissed him deeply again and got off him.
"We should have dinner some time..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 17:19:39 GMT -5
"Tomorrow?" he suggested. "I'll have something special done up," he promised. He looked her over unconsciously.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 17:27:27 GMT -5
"Of course" Robyn said smiling at him, taking in his gaze and not blushing. "you do not need to go to any trouble."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 17:31:10 GMT -5
"It won't be trouble," he winks. "It's only work if you don't want to do it." He rises and gives her one last kiss. He whispers something in her ear, too sweet for you readers' spying eyes!
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 17:35:20 GMT -5
Robyn kisses him back and then grins at his words, looking at him for a while, before departing quickly to go and find Mychel Tully.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 17:45:46 GMT -5
The Tullys (fucking naturally) have set up near the river. Old lord Godric and his craziness has a giant and impractical pavilion set up with a wing for each of his five children, but his grandson and heir Ser Mychel's tent is rather plainer, more spartan, a wandering knight's setup. The young man is whistling to himself, looking half asleep while fishing.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 17:57:00 GMT -5
"we get it." Robyn said, standing behind him, "Your sigil is a fish" she grinned, "Hello Mychel, hope you are well."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 18:01:40 GMT -5
Mychel sits up lazily and turns about. He smiles. "Princess," he greets. "Well, I'm no fish, else I'd be an awfully cannibalistic one." He stretched his neck and stood. "What brings you all this way out to the river?" The sun is rather nice out and the trees lining the river give it a tranquil look.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 18:06:34 GMT -5
"Sorry, I have interrupted your relaxing" She did not sound awfully sorry. "I was looking for you, I heard you were here and I wanted to see how you were doing?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 18:08:52 GMT -5
"Well, that is flattering," the young man said with a grin. "It's been a long time. I imagine flying on dragons and fighting in massive battles a world away makes it pass quickly," he said. "I've been trying to keep busy myself. Grandfather is slowing down in his old age, at a mere seventy-one," he said. "Still thinks he can joust, the poor man."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 18:11:07 GMT -5
"Is he intneding to enter the lists then?" Robyn asked surprised and a bit impressed, "I imagine as he does less you need to do more, in a way it is better than suddenly being expected to take all of the duties of a Lord Paramount."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 18:13:00 GMT -5
"Oh of course not," Mychel laughed. "With his hip he can't even properly sit a horse, but you know men and our pride," he said. A fish hits his line and takes the unattended pole into the river. "First bite of the day," he announced, not seeming very distraught. "But yes, I like having him around. He's old and cantankerous, but he knows how to rule," he said. "I've been trying to learn."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 18:31:41 GMT -5
"How do you think you are doing? I imagine it is a lot to learn, I do not envy you, my life is ridiculously simple by comparison." She asked, genuinely curious. it was interesting the difference between him and Walter, walter had been thrown into his role and was running to catch up, Mychel was being eased into it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 18:34:12 GMT -5
"Simple?" he laughed. "No one has a simple life, unless you mean just surviving. Even the smallfolk. They endure war and hunger and pain like we do," he said. "They love and laugh and cry and mourn." He watches his pole whiz around the river. "I suppose the only way to see if you can rule is to actually do it," he said. "No safety net or hands to guide. I think I can handle it."
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