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Post by brigida on May 25, 2008 1:51:02 GMT -5
Their ship was set to leave by nightfall, and as the sun settled into the western sky, Tristeza could put off this encounter no longer--she had only hours left before leaving Braavos. Though she had neglected visiting during the morning, for she knew the Sea Lord would be busy in meetings, the afternoon was a time when he generally departed from his obligations to spend time with his children, or with her. She was surprised when she found his most trusted guards outside his office--this almost certainly meant she would find him within.
A short, quick knock heralded her arrival.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2008 1:52:56 GMT -5
After several moments of silence she heard the Sea Lord's voice call "enter."
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Post by brigida on May 25, 2008 2:00:12 GMT -5
Tristeza came alone--the rest of her party had already made their way to the harbour, but for Timm Vikary who waited for her in the kitchens, which were their departure point. The woman who had so long haunted the corridors of the Braavosi palace, looking too much like a phantom in her typical simple sheer white gowns looked much different this afternoon.
She wore a stiff, silk dress which fit the formal history which had produced her, and her normally bare feet were clad in sturdy boots. Her hair was in a tight knott for the first time in months. The only consistency was her lack of ornament.
The Martell princess shut the door swiftly behind her, with no noise, and no comment. She turned towards him, and leaned her frame against the heavy door, gazing intently towards him, her face blank but for the slightest knitting of her brow.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2008 2:02:31 GMT -5
The Sea Lord stood and moved around his large orante desk. Staring at her he ran his eye down her whole body, as if capturing her image in his mind. Then he bowed formally, "Lady Martell, how may I service you today."
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Post by brigida on May 25, 2008 2:06:32 GMT -5
Tristeza turned her head slightly to the side, her eyes growing a little as they lingered thoughtfully on his face. After a moment of this consideration she answered: "I require no further service, Sergyo. You have done more than I ever could have asked already," with a half step towards him she finished, "I came to see you once more before I go." she pursed her lips, and looked away momentarily. Her voice was level, but impossibly low.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2008 2:08:42 GMT -5
The Sea Lord stared at her, "I love you. In my way."
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Post by brigida on May 25, 2008 2:11:13 GMT -5
Tristeza nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing in thought as she considered the latter half of his statement. "I love you too," she mumured, "In the only way I know how." She shrugged, and the action looked strange on such a formally dressed figure.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2008 2:13:14 GMT -5
The Sea Lord looked at her and kept his mouth tight. Walking forward he took her hands and pulled her into a tight embrace.
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Post by brigida on May 25, 2008 2:27:02 GMT -5
Tristeza returned the embrace, shutting her eyes tight, trying to memorize the moment. "I will be back before long," she said, though she didn't know if that were true. It was an effort to keep her voice level, but she did not waver, "You will keep Serafina safe," she said; it was not a question, "and let Bettina skip lessons sometimes so that they can spend time together."
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2008 2:28:00 GMT -5
The Sea Lord held her and said nothing. But she could feel his love, and desire in his tight embrace.
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Post by brigida on May 25, 2008 2:30:52 GMT -5
Tristeza took a deep shuddering breath, and seemed to force herself mentally to extricate herself from his embrace. When they held eachother at arm's-length, she kissed him on one cheek, then the other, in the Dornish fashion. Her lips were soft against his skin, and her touch was full of tenderness.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2008 2:33:10 GMT -5
The Sea Lord frowned and moved his mouth hungrily to hers. His tounge moving into her mouth. His hand moved to her breast squeezing it tightly. "Do not leave yet."
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Post by brigida on May 25, 2008 2:35:30 GMT -5
Tristeza returned his kiss as hungrily as he had initiated it, "I am going to be late," she muttered, half-heartedly resisting his grasp.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2008 2:38:49 GMT -5
The Sea Lord grabbed and pulled her into the room. Slamming her against the desk he bent her over so her face was pressed against the cool oak. He lifted her stiff silks up her legs and ran his hand under the garments. "You will be late."
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Post by brigida on May 25, 2008 2:43:44 GMT -5
Tristeza pressed her palms against the desk, her breathing accelerated, "I will look unkempt," she protested insincerely.
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Hope you all are well and happy.