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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 3:41:32 GMT -5
Aranya was straight-faced as she stared at the fire. "Why, my dear, I do believe you are hard for Lady Stonefist."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2008 3:44:42 GMT -5
Cedric smiled and said, "Call me Lord Stonefist then." His hands slid under her arms and around to her front. He nibbled at her ear, "There is not a single disfigurement the world could inflict on you, that would cause you to lose this power over me."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 3:50:20 GMT -5
Aranya turned her head and kissed him, feeling some of her despair drain away. There was no reason to be worried about her marriage, she realized with a certain weary happiness and relief. And her confidence in her strength was somehow buoyed, and her love for Cedric seemed so tender. How else could you feel about a man who loved you and wanted you when your hand turned to stone?
"Come here," she said, turning around slightly and pulling him into her arms, kissing him.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2008 4:00:02 GMT -5
Ignoring the occasional touch of her stone hand, Cedric undressed his wife slowly, and then tenderly, almost gingerly made love to her.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 14, 2008 11:06:32 GMT -5
Almost imperceptible, in the back of the Lady Aranya's mind, was a constant pulling urge. come in to me, lose yourself in me.. it seemed to request.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2008 15:09:24 GMT -5
After their lovemaking, however, Aranya fell into a deep sleep, the sort of sleep a soldier sleeps after a terrible struggle. When she awakened later, refreshed and strengthened, the pain in her hand began stabbing again, and she could feel the tug of the basilisk on her mind, as alluring as any woman. She gulped milk of the poppy, and pushed the basilisk out of her mind calmly.
She needed to think. The creature was malicious, and eager to exploit her curiosity. For a long time she sat in thought, and then she shook her husband beside her. "Cedric, wake up."
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 14, 2008 19:17:25 GMT -5
Cedric opened his eyes, "Yes wife."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 17, 2008 20:35:16 GMT -5
///////////////////////// A single figure can be seen racing across the no-mans land between Deep Den and the Enemy camp. The figure of a boy can be seen atop a massive steed, and he is whipping the horse for all it is worth.
"Open the Other cursed gate's you fucking nitwits!" cried Prince Rodrick Baratheon as he reached a range to be heard beneath the gate.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Jul 17, 2008 20:42:10 GMT -5
Templeton rushed to the gates, commanding the men to open it, assisting himself, before rushing out to see that the Prince isn't followed, nor is he injured.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 17, 2008 20:52:21 GMT -5
Rodrick gazed at the man, "Who the fuck are you?" the little boy growled., as he stomped into the castle's courtyard.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Jul 17, 2008 20:55:00 GMT -5
Templeton said only 'Ser Gawain Templeton, your grace,' while looking forwards as he ushered the boy into the keep, making sure the gates closed behind him, all the while wondering how this had happened. 'The Hand awaits inside,' Gawain reported, leading the boy.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 17, 2008 21:07:33 GMT -5
"Fine." The boy said, "If there's any water I need a fucking bath, and I could do with some clothes."
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Jul 17, 2008 21:12:04 GMT -5
'That seems in order,' Templeton said, agreeing with the Prince. The boy stank of dirty and fouled clothing, and his lips were cracked. Removing the waterskin from his hip, Templeton offered it to the young boy wordlessly, while continuing to walk towards the Hand's quarters. Templeton made no approach to understand the situation until it fell into the hands of the... Hand.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 17, 2008 21:19:20 GMT -5
"And I give a shit what you think is in order? Find me an Other-loving bathtub." Rodrick huffed, and scratched at red rash on his forearm.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Jul 17, 2008 21:23:28 GMT -5
Templeton ignored the comment, continuing towards the Hand's chambers, which they were nearing. Placing the refused waterskin back on his hip. As they passed a maid who was in a rush, Templeton turned his head and addressed her, letting out an exasperated breath before doing so.
"If at all possible, arrange a hot bath for the Prince as soon as possible. He is soiled and rashed," Gawain said quickly, and irritated.
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