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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 23, 2015 12:21:22 GMT -5
"I'm moral, not a damned saint," he laughed. "I don't know, it always seemed hypocritical women are supposed to wait but men can father all the little bastards they want." He shrugged. "Also I guess I've never been that tempted into giving up my ethics."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 12:27:54 GMT -5
"So you'd never entertain the notion of fathering bastards and laying with whomever you please?" Robyn asked, laughing, "I am sure all the snows, hills, sands, storms and flowers have fathers who promised similar things to the wives who were naive enough to believe them."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 23, 2015 12:51:45 GMT -5
"I mean, I'm human, I've entertained the notion," he said, "and maybe one day I'll have a moment of weakness and who knows." He looks at her. "But I don't know, it just seems wrong."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 13:07:32 GMT -5
"A moment of weakness?" She laughed throwing her head back, "The weakest excuse every for doing what one knows one should not do, but does anyway." She shook her head, "Think of what else we could try and wave away by saying it was a moment of weakness... also amusing men are allowed these moments of weakness, to give into their passions but women are cursed for them... and we are said to be the overly emotional ones."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 23, 2015 13:09:59 GMT -5
Mychel nods. "I'm aware," he said, "and perhaps I'm a giant hypocrite. I am not yet, though," he said. "what about you? Has anyone ever kissed the princess?" he said with a laugh. "Moments of weakness can be had by everyone!"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 13:17:19 GMT -5
"They have, but I would not call them weak moments." she said, smiling at him, "Drunken moments perhaps"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 23, 2015 13:20:20 GMT -5
He laughed. "Well, we have to stay warm somehow. Whiskey and lips," he said. "And no one would believe the drunk man's story even if he wanted to tell it. I approve," he winked. "Plausible deniability."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 13:42:15 GMT -5
"I find, people make their own minds up regardless of the stories we tell ourselves. If someone sees this, innocent as it may be, tomorrow the rumour will be that we kissed, then the next day, more, then before you know it. you'll hear about you having had me on that rock ten times, and more songs will come of it" she shook her head, "I am beginning to find, the truth has little relevance, you're hero or villain, modest or immodest by the ascent of the people alone."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 23, 2015 13:47:46 GMT -5
Mychel thought on that a second, drying himself off. "We know, though," he said. "If someone believes a lie about you despite your claims of its veracity, it is because they want to believe it," he said. "I cannot imagine staying on that rock long enough to take you ten times," he added, making a show of seeming to think on it. "Rather uncomfortable."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 13:56:13 GMT -5
"I did say that the rumours are never particularly truthful, why should they be accurate either?" she asked with a laugh, and walked up to her dress, putting it on over her wet small clothes. She would need to change again now. "Would you mind lacing me up?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 23, 2015 14:06:32 GMT -5
"Now the stories get interesting," he laughed as she turned around. He clearly hasn't done it before, but he isn't an idiot, and it only takes a bit longer than Robyn's (theoretical) maids would have taken. "All better now. You look like queen of the mermaids now," he joked.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 14:17:36 GMT -5
"Shame they don't exist." she grinned round at him, her dress a bit loose, but really she prefered it that way, her mothers maids were sadists.
"why thank you, was that as good for you as it was for me?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 23, 2015 14:30:18 GMT -5
"I had a time to remember," he admitted. "Not often I get to spend an afternoon with princesses, after all. Especially not swimming ones who like cuts and bruises."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 14:51:37 GMT -5
"I am the rarest type of the rare princess breed" she said, "They do not make many like me. My brother is married to another, have you met our new Crown Princess yet?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 23, 2015 14:55:19 GMT -5
"Momentarily," he said. "She seems like one of those fairy tale ladies, you know; all ethereal and dragon riding. Makes it seem like we're in a storybook," he said. "But I imagine she isn't half so interesting to talk to."
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