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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 13:46:04 GMT -5
The door slammed open, as Gerion stormed into the room and threw his sword against the wall in a fury, chipping the plaster from it. "Those BASTARDS!" he yelled. "Those ungrateful, fucking bastards!" he fumed as he grabbed a nearby pitcher of wine and poured it roughly into a beaten gold tankard, spilling some onto the handwoven lace sheet it was on.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 13:51:52 GMT -5
Gerion whirled round, obviously seeing his wife in the room for the first time. His initial look of mild panic was replaced with a sneer of disgust as he realised who it was. He slowly took another sip of his wine, wondering whether to even bother replying to someone as useless as her. After an uncomfortably long pause he carried on, speaking slowly as if to a child. "The Crakehalls dare to demand that I lower their taxes this year, because of their poor harvest. Can you believe it? That fat oaf making demands of me? His liege lord? And all because of some starving peasants. As if that's my concern!" he sneered.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 14:01:47 GMT -5
Gerion's sneer deepened and his face began to flush as the wine took effect. He stalked up to her, until he was only a few inches from her and she could smell the Arbor red on his breath. "A weak response, from a weakling" he said, grabbing her arm fiercely. "You have better pray our children take after me and not a soft, pathetic excuse of a creature like you. Gods, what a fool my mother was to force you on me" he snarled and tightened his grip, his knuckles growing white.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 14:16:46 GMT -5
Gerion sneered at her fragility. Why he was barely applying even half his strength and she seemed near ready to faint. "Pleased me? PLEASED ME?" he shouted. "I don't think you realise just what I've had to sacrifice because of you! All you do is sit there with your stupid sewing and your mealy-mouthed statements about how I'm not doing good enough for this family and you have the nerve to ask if you've PLEASED ME?" he shoved her away from him in revulsion, accidentally throwing her into the table holding the wine pitcher, which tumbled and shattered on the floor before she could catch it.
His face darkened further. "Clean that up!" he said softly, as he walked to the wine cupboard to retrieve a fresh bottle of wine, topping up his tankard as he took a seat to watch her.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 14:32:10 GMT -5
"I said you should clean it up" he said in a dangerously soft voice. "Do you like making me repeat myself?"
"You must think me a fool, to twist around your little finger. A little dog to dance to whatever tune you sing? Well, I'm a lion not a dog, and you'll do as I say or you'll wish you had..." he took a long swallow of his wine, his bloodshot eyes not leaving her face as he did so. A small dribble escaped his mouth and tumbled unnoticed onto his tunic.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 15:07:23 GMT -5
Gerion's breathing was the only sound which filled the room, other than the noise made by his wife as he cleaned up the wine. After a time he judged sufficient, Gerion downed the remainder of the tankard and left his chair, moving to stand over his wife. He looked down, examining the soaken bedsheet, as well as the sodden dress his wife was wearing, both now stained ruby red forever.
He grunted in satisfaction until he noticed a large pool of wine which had gathered unnoticed as it tracked inside the grooves of the flagstone floor, coming to rest underneath a pair of expensive riding boots he had carelessly tossed there the night before. He snarled and grabbed the back of his wife's neck and dragged her the few feet to where the boots where. "What about this, you blind bitch!" he yelled angrily. "How can you be worse than a common serving wench? Are you fucking stupid or do you just. Enjoy. Provoking. Me!" as the ended the sentence he began to beat her in rhythm to the last four words, striking her back with his open hand each time.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 15:15:23 GMT -5
"Why should I think you'll do any better a job now than before?" he kicked her in the side and sent her sprawling to the floor. "I'm an important man! Why can you not even do a simple task without me watching?" he reached down and dragged her to her feet, breathing quickly. Despite himself, her torn clothing and sobbing face reminded him of many years earlier, with another woman before they were married, and he became aroused.
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Post by Flex on Sept 6, 2013 15:21:13 GMT -5
The door opened and Aurane walked in, at first oblivious of what was going on. With a start the boy stopped, looking at his father and mother.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 15:30:38 GMT -5
Gerion looked across at his son, his snarl at being interrupted tempered by who had entered the room. His fists still clenched either side of her torn blouse and her tears and reddened face were obvious to all. Some wisps of her hair had escaped and tumbled down her face, almost hiding it and her teary, terrified eyes looked at him still. She had never looked more beautiful.
He mulled whether or not to order his son to leave so that he could properly chastise his wife, but reluctantly let her go and slowed his breathing with effort. His hands released her, and she sagged as she took her own weight again, and he briefly wondered if she would collapse, not that he would stop her fall. He smoothed over his snarling countenance and smiled broadly at his heir and spread his arms wide. "Son! How's my big, strong lad?" he said and strode across the room, engulfing him in a crushing hug and tried to lift him from the ground. He was pleased that he only just managed it this time. He released him and ruffled his hair. "Have you finished your practice in the yard?"
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 15:50:50 GMT -5
Gerion utterly ignored his wife and continued to lavish praise on his son, Aurane. In the background, a young thin 5 year old boy snuck into the room behind his older brother and made his way quickly to his mother. Gerion remained luckily oblivious to his entry.
"Momma, are you ok?" Tynian said quietly, as he tried to help her and failing, with his 5 year old's strength.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 16:04:14 GMT -5
Tynian's eyes began to well up. Every time he tried to help his mother, he was sent away. Like he was worthless, he thought. He began to cry softly. "Don't send me away, momma. I'll be good, you'll see. I'll protect you" he said, his voice quavering as he wept.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 16:17:37 GMT -5
Tynian sniffled some as his mum regained her composure, despite her dishevelled appearance, and wiped his runny nose on his sleeve. "I'll never hurt anyone momma, I swear" he said solemnly and hugged her fiercely
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 16:42:01 GMT -5
Tynian finally stopped sniffing and let go "Ok momma. I won't do anything to make you mad" he said and took a step back. As he did so, his feet got tangled in her sodden, wine-soaked dress and he stumbled backwards, rattling a nearby chest of drawers.
At the noise, Gerion turned round and he looked with disgust at his small, skinny second child. "And here's the only person in this family more pathetic than you" he snarled at Winifred. He strode across to Tynian and grabbed him by one ear, twisting it roughly "Where have you been, you little shit? Audric has been telling me that you've been skipping sword class again" he slapped Tynian once, hard across the face. "When you skip those classes, you shame me" he slapped him again. "And your mother" another slap "And your brother, who works much harder than you!" giving one last slap as he finished.
Red welts formed on both cheeks of Tynian's face as he wailed loudly "I'm sorry papa, I'm sorry! I'll try harder! I won't skip class anymore! I promise!" he sobbed and curled up on the floor.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 16:59:29 GMT -5
That stopped him. Gerion stood there, hand raised above his head as he crouched to land another blow on his 5 year old child. He glared bloodshot eyes at his wife.
"You did WHAT!" he screamed. He stormed across the room and grabbed his wife by the throat, forcing her back against the wall.
In the background Tynian, crawled, still sobbing out of the room as one of the more experienced and wiser servants snuck into the room and helped him and his brother out, closing the door firmly behind them.
"You know what a pathetic weakling that boy is, yet you keep coddling him. Is this your idea of revenge? Make him a woman, like you? Weak and useless?" he punched Winnie in the gut with his free hand, winding her.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 6, 2013 17:23:27 GMT -5
"On that, we can agree" Gerion replied as he let go of her throat and pulled her close to him, their lips almost touching, before he brought up his knee into her solar plexus.
As she doubled over, her blouse tore in his hands, baring the undergarments underneath. He smiled and ripped the rest of the torn and shredded clothing away, throwing it to the ground.
"You're nothing but a cheap whore, which my stupid bitch of a mother left me with. Aren't you? AREN'T YOU?" He said, grabbing her by the throat again and fixing her gaze with his.
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Hope you all are well and happy.