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Post by The Smith on Oct 7, 2013 0:10:07 GMT -5
"For him to have any cause to punish I must first break my oath. Are you willing to make such a sacrifice for your scheme?" Tully asked.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 7, 2013 0:12:52 GMT -5
Teirney snorted into her cup at Millie’s quip. People made the foolish mistake of assuming the woman was soft, simply because she spoke in a honeyed voice and was not prone to garish histrionics like certain other members of their family. Teirney, however, had grown up with her long enough to know full-well that Millie was a Lannister, through and through. And that tongue could skin a deer alive, when it conceived to. On the other hand, Teacake was thoroughly displeased that Ser Symon dared to threaten their sweet pet, Sloth, or compare her majesty to a tawdry white tiger from beyond the Wall. The man clearly knew nothing about animals and was of hopelessly unrefined tastes.
“Fortunately for us, the King’s Justice is a rather good friend of mine. I am sure he would not be opposed to discussing this fascinating interpretation of the law. I shall, of course, tell him I was enlightened by the fine Ser Symon Tully and Draken Harlaw on the matter.”
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 7, 2013 0:14:12 GMT -5
OoC: whoops, I can't keep up with you guys
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 7, 2013 0:24:23 GMT -5
Teirney swelled with pride at Millie’s quick-witted display and deft handling of the situation, though she herself remained relatively cool—Her threshold for alarm was fairly high.
“Ser Symon, when you walked in, you had certainly struck me as the kind of man who preferred to keep his tongue attached to his skull. Yet with every word you remind us that first impressions can be sorely misleading.”
She rolled her eyes, taking another sip from her drink—although, this one was more for display and admitted barely a tablespoon beyond her teeth. Her eyes flickered to Draken Harlaw, trying to assess his silence.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 7, 2013 0:33:50 GMT -5
Draken Harlaw was watching all of this happen as he sipped his wine. He was hyper-vigilant though, even though her eyes just flickered toward him he made eye contact with her. He seemed bored, and uninterested in most of what was being said.
Teirney could not help but think of Damon, and while the men were very different there was a core of danger that this man carried deep inside of him, and could just be felt by any who saw him.
Symon looked at the two woman, "I am a man who knows my tongue will not be ripped from my head for any words I say here. I would wager another cask of this wine against that."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 7, 2013 1:01:58 GMT -5
Teirney gave a start when Harlaw’s eye found hers, but she tried to hide it behind her cup. Of all the men who could have walked into this tavern, why did it have to be him? Here she had come to drink her cares about Damon away and, instead, a man who reminded her remarkably of Damon had walked through the door and joined them at their table. The Gods were unjust, it seemed.
“What say you—how will you wager?” she nodded to him, thinking he might prove more pleasant engaged in jovial conversation than he looked sitting there like an eerie statue.
Teirney gave Millie a small smile, indicating the situation wasn't doomed just quite yet.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 7, 2013 16:57:30 GMT -5
"I will leave Tully to his games." Harlaw looked at Teirney, and asked, "What is your name?" His face was impassive as he studies her. There is something to it though, like he is trying to remember something.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 7, 2013 19:37:30 GMT -5
Amelia exchanged a questioning glance with Teacake as they both took note of the ironborn's continuing silence. Amelia did not like his energy at all, even drunk as she was, but she trusted Teacake's instincts on this matter. Teacake had uncanny instincts about men sometimes. "Lay that wager carefully, Ser Symon," Amelia said with a smile. "Very few people bet against Lannisters." "I have wagered and taken gold from your uncle." Tully replied, "He is a degenerate gambler. And loses quite often. And Lannisters seem to feel the loss of coin less then other men." He smiled, "But will you wager against me?" |
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Post by The Smith on Oct 7, 2013 19:52:30 GMT -5
"That is what I get if I win? My tongue ripped out." Symon shakes his head, "Hardly seems a worthy wager."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 7, 2013 20:05:52 GMT -5
Tully shook his head, "My lady, it would be foolish for me to create a fork in my life where on one path I am dead, and on the other I am silent." Tully shook his head, "My tongue has always been far too great of an asset for me to part so easily with it."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 7, 2013 21:09:58 GMT -5
"I will leave Tully to his games." Harlaw looked at Teirney, and asked, "What is your name?" His face was impassive as he studies her. There is something to it though, like he is trying to remember something. Tierney tried to disguise the uneasiness that inflexible gaze catalyzed within her stomach, and met him stare for stare. She was fortunate for her belly full of wine--otherwise she may have run the other way after all. "Teirney. Lannister." She couldn't keep the pride out of her voice, and she tossed her head unconsciously. |
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Post by The Smith on Oct 7, 2013 21:57:35 GMT -5
Draken suddenly smiled, "Petyr's kin. He is passable with a blade."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 7, 2013 22:52:58 GMT -5
Passable?
Teirney laughed aloud, setting her cup down abruptly and sending some of its contents spraying over the brim.
"You have a better sense of humor than you let on, Draken. You are fortunate you and he are on the same side of things--I feel badly for the poor souls who find themselves crossing blades with him." Her great-uncle Ser Petyr was, in fact, a knight of legendary prowess, and Teirney felt nothing but awe towards the man. The fact that this dour-faced ruffian, Draken Harlaw or not, felt that he could best him, a knight proper, was laughable.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 7, 2013 23:10:07 GMT -5
Draken replied as his face returned back to its emotionless mask. He kept tight reign on his emotions, and seemed in complete control, "When we last crossed blades he was taking one in three of our practice matches."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 7, 2013 23:47:45 GMT -5
A likely story, Teirney dismissed immediately. Men liked to boast and exaggerate before women, and Harlaw was no better than the usual, regardless of how he liked to style himself as made of better stuff. She wished she could shatter that self-complacent silence--it was far more insufferable than had he been a chatty one like Tully.
"Perhaps you needs try your hand against the Traitor Prince then, if my great-uncle presents you no great challenge. Unless--you judge he too will fall short of your approval?" Her blatant smirk expressed clearly what she thought of that, if that was truly his admission.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5