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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 9:41:52 GMT -5
Old Gods... if you're watching... help... He'd tried to reach out to a bottle of wine that wasn't too far away and failed, and now with Daena bouncing up and down on him that wasn't going to happen. Placing both hands on her hips he simply stares at her chest while the girl did as she would.
"Wine..." He groans.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 9:44:27 GMT -5
Tristessa pours a whole glass half down his throat while Daena continues her fun. When at last he finally finishes, feeling chafed as hell, she hops off merrily and drains another glass of wine. "Well, now, that was a proper welcome, then."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 9:49:32 GMT -5
Benjen almost chokes on the wine, spitting a lot of it up in the chaos that was going on. When she was finally done with him he closed his eyes, one hand going through his hair. "Is that they way you say hello in Slaver's Bay then?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 9:51:02 GMT -5
Tristessa made a face. "Never! We'd not be sullied by those disgusting Mereenese." Daena gives Benjen a disgusted look as well at the mere thought.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 9:52:18 GMT -5
"Ah, I think I understand then..." He replied, looking up at the two girls before pulling a blanket over himself. "Your brother won't be happy though."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 10:01:34 GMT -5
"Well, probably should have thought of that before you seduced us." Daena gives him a smirk. "It does put a damper on the whole diplomacy thing, I believe."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 10:04:33 GMT -5
"I seduce you?" Benjen asked, giving a laugh. "Of course he doesn't have to find out... not that he won't. Who knows how many ears heard your squealing." He sighed. Probably should go straight to my father and apologize.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 10:08:24 GMT -5
"Probably quite a few. Although these walls are rather thick...we could explain it away with little trouble. Who would dare question the word of two princesses such as ourselves, after all?" Daena blinked in a now-clearly feigned innocence.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 10:13:31 GMT -5
"I fear the beginning of a vicious cycle," Benjen commented, sitting up in his bed. He found his tunic and slipped it on, before frowning at the wine stains all over the bed. "So what now?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 10:17:42 GMT -5
"Well...what do you want to do now, love? Our advice is to...enjoy yourself, it isn't like you can un-fuck us, after all." Tristessa laughed at that.
"Or we could forget all about tonight, and be perfectly polite strangers tomorrow. Either way, we have our revenge."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 10:21:38 GMT -5
"Revenge, sure," Benjen said, more to himself, rising and putting on his breeches. "I think I need to go smash something to pieces," He said, blinking his eyes at the head rush. "Doubt it'll be of much interest to you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 10:23:11 GMT -5
"We can find out own way back, then." The Targaryen sisters bow lightly, with a bit more actual respect than Benjen expects, and take their leave. After putting their clothing back on, of course.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 8:54:52 GMT -5
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Benjen sat on his bed, having just woken up from a sleep that was all to comforting. He waited a long moment before telling a servant to inform his father that he was awake.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 9:25:13 GMT -5
It isn't long before King Terrence enters. He looks wordlessly at his son and takes a seat. It is often his wont to allow another party to speak first.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 12, 2012 9:50:37 GMT -5
"I will have to make some explanations today," Benjen said, frowning. "Apologies and such."
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