Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 20:30:35 GMT -5
"What makes you think I don't? Necklaces and lace don't mean very much to me... Or anything." She replied, "but it's good that you are confident enough to admit they are to you," "I did not mean the necklaces or lace, for those are things you already have." he replied, with a sly smile. "You want a dance with a rakish Ironborn prince and are too timid to take it." While undoubtedly sexy, Nick notes his drunk sister being weird. He sidles over to her and nods to the raiders. "Robyn, are these damsels suitably awed by tales of your valor?" "Quite awed." he remarked, raising an eyebrow at the newcomer. He secretly hoped he was a suitor. He heard these greenlanders dueled over the silliest things. His eyes are drawn to the gyrating Amelia, opening his mouth to say something before closing it. It was certainly not something he expected to see in these parts. |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 20:31:54 GMT -5
"Not as awed as they should be," She said, smiling up at Nick, "Nick, this is Prince Killion Greyjoy, his handmaiden does his hair every morning for him, and... erik... was it? Who enjoys wearing Myrish lace." She looked back to Prince Killion, "This is my brother, Nicholas Snow. I was just telling them about our fight, they didn't think a dozen was high enough, so I had to tell them the truth about our single handedly defeating an army... and I am not too timid for anything."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 20:42:46 GMT -5
"Nicholas Snow...I have heard that name." Killion said, eyes lighting up and bursting into laughter as he realized from where. "And here I thought I would be the most awkward addition at this event."
"Prove it." he offered her his hand to Robyn for the taking, batting his eyelashes like a timid maid, before glancing at Amelia's display. "Unless she is using it all..."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 20:44:42 GMT -5
"What would I want your hand for? Being timid and not being interested, are very different things, Greyjoy," Robyn replied, looking at the hand.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 20:50:30 GMT -5
"My way it is then." he said with a shrug, snatching her hand and dragging her onto the dance floor.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 21:00:54 GMT -5
Robyn was taken aback when he pulled her onto the dance floor, which was practically empty now Ami Royce had taken the attention of everyone with her... whore dancing.
The alcohol she had drunk was no where near enough to dull the pain as she was moved far too quickly. and she saw white spots in front of her eyes as the barely healed cuts on her stretched, she did not think any had broken open, but still. It was all she could do to stop herself crying out in pain, pride having a lot to do with it.
When they got to where they were going, Robyn had to hold on very tightly to the fabric of the mans shirt shoulder, and lean against him, just to keep herself standing,
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 21:07:40 GMT -5
Killion led well enough, obviously not familiar with any of the greenlander dances, but years on the deck of a ship had left him with a certain grace and rhythm. He seemed more amused than concerned by her winces of pain, holding her close as she clung to him.
"People will get ideas if you cling to be any tighter." he whispered in her ear, winking at Amelia over Robyn's shoulder as they danced around her. He had found a comfortable middle ground between arms and charm.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 21:11:34 GMT -5
Robyn's stitches pop and blood seeps through her clothes.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 21:14:17 GMT -5
Amelia notices a man with mismatched brown and blue eyes watching her more closely than even the notoriously..."friendly" woman is comfortable with. He claps slowly, in time to the music.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 21:14:45 GMT -5
"People will probably get more if I fall into a heap on the floor," she said back into his ear, though through teeth gritted in pain, she was in equal measures grateful and begrudging of his arm, as it was helping hold her up, but was also adding to her considerable discomfort, "that and I do not much care what these people think, but if they have to think something, I would rather they think I am getting too close to a Ironborn prince than the alternative"
She winced as he turned her, and felt something wet on her side, she put the hand not holding onto him there and brought it away it was covered in red... and so blood. She cursed under her breath, and looked towards the door, wondering if she could make it there before anyone else noticed, glad it was darker now, and her dress was a dark colour.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 21:22:08 GMT -5
Amelia continued to dance for a while, hips gyrating as she slowly lowered herself down to her knees, before rising with her behind pushed out. She finished with that flourish, before winking at the man with the strangely mismatched eyes. Suspecting a potential chance at mischief she strutted over to him, a smile on her face.
"It seems at least someone appreciated me," She said simply, chest thrust out.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 21:25:55 GMT -5
The man grabs a giant handful of breast and squeezes, painfully. "Usually I have to pay for that kind of action," he said.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 21:27:16 GMT -5
"People will probably get more if I fall into a heap on the floor," she said back into his ear, though through teeth gritted in pain, she was in equal measures grateful and begrudging of his arm, as it was helping hold her up, but was also adding to her considerable discomfort, "that and I do not much care what these people think, but if they have to think something, I would rather they think I am getting too close to a Ironborn prince than the alternative" She winced as he turned her, and felt something wet on her side, she put the hand not holding onto him there and brought it away it was covered in red... and so blood. She cursed under her breath, and looked towards the door, wondering if she could make it there before anyone else noticed, glad it was darker now, and her dress was a dark colour. "Glad to be the lesser evil." he quipped, realizing that if he let go she might tumble over. He considered it for a moment, but decided that would be cruel even for him. As his fingers felt the warm wetness of her seeping through the fabric, he did not balk or even raise alarm. "Are you bleeding through your dress or just happy to see me?" |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 21:29:22 GMT -5
The man grabs a giant handful of breast and squeezes, painfully. "Usually I have to pay for that kind of action," he said. Amelia grimaces, her eyes glaring at the man as her hand goes to hold his wrist. "I wouldn't do that," She warned. |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 21:31:53 GMT -5
"Trust me... I am bleeding through my dress." She said, and tried to stop their dancing, "So if you would not mind, I will probably need to leave now," her voice was growing faint again, as she was losing blood from her already depleted stores. She gripped onto his shoulder harder, as she felt a wave of dizziness overcome her, leaning fully against him to stop herself from falling.
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