Five. The Dragon's Dress
Sep. 21st, 2011 07:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wakethedragon{Written, because he's decided he won't dignify this latest atrocity with the pressing of the voice transmission button, which is the only one he knows. Enjoy his elegant, royal script.]
Thank you, Admiral, for the gown.
If I wanted my sister's face, I would have cut it off of her myself.
I wonder if theStark girl's potion would have even worked. It probably would have turned me into a toad.
I must say, I can't see how trussing me up like a village milkmaid and giving me my sister's face is supposed to win me back my kingdom, bastard.
Thank you, Admiral, for the gown.
If I wanted my sister's face, I would have cut it off of her myself.
I wonder if the
I must say, I can't see how trussing me up like a village milkmaid and giving me my sister's face is supposed to win me back my kingdom, bastard.
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Date: 2011-09-22 04:38 pm (UTC)[Private]
Date: 2011-09-22 04:49 pm (UTC)This was a tiny Stark. He probably could throw her. He wanted to know why she was so vehement about not being called a Stark. Was she the lone Stark with sense enough to realize she was born of a family of traitors?]
Fine. I will grant you an audience on the deck. Come alone.
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Date: 2011-09-23 04:41 am (UTC)[And then she was off to the deck, Jon's knife hidden under her shirt. It was big enough on her to hide a lot of things, but she only had the one knife. She didn't think she'd need anything more. Once sh was there, she scoped the area out, looking for the most secluded spot, and making certain no one else was around.]
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Date: 2011-09-23 05:41 pm (UTC)The knife was tucked up the sleeve of his silk shirt, secure against the inside of his forearm. The fork was in his boot. He had his mail on beneath his tunic, but that wouldn't stop the girl from slashing at his throat or his face. He cautiously stepped onto the deck.]
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Date: 2011-09-23 10:36 pm (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2011-09-24 09:33 pm (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2011-09-24 10:50 pm (UTC)I'm not that girl, and I don't want you telling people I am.
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Date: 2011-09-24 11:04 pm (UTC)[Spam]
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Date: 2011-09-25 04:30 am (UTC)I see. Did she die when her father was murdered by those no good Lannisters?
[He presumes she was listed among the dead but escaped, and is now overly paranoid about being discovered. He can't fault a girl for being protective of her life; he's felt the knives at his back ever since he was eight years old.]
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Date: 2011-09-25 06:57 am (UTC)After she saw her father beheaded. [She's actually surprised by how easy it is to say. It's so much easier to detach and not feel it than she thought it would ever be.] Will you cross it out?
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Date: 2011-09-27 12:53 am (UTC)How did you escape? You must have been close if you actually saw the Lannister scum chop off his head.
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Date: 2011-09-27 05:25 pm (UTC)Arya saw that. Not me. [I was a boy, going to the Wall, going home. But that was when she had a name.]
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Date: 2011-09-27 07:56 pm (UTC)[He doesn't quite know what to make of this non-Stark, but he decides that he will do as she asks. She despises the Lannisters and she doesn't want to be called a Stark. That's as good a place as any to start.]
When I take my rightful place on the Iron Throne, I'll see to it that all the Lannisters pay for what they've done. Your brother thinks I need to forgive them. Forgive them. I'll forgive them with fire and blood, that's what I'll do. I'll forgive their scorched heads as they decorate the walls of the Red Keep.
[He removes the communicator/journal/Sorcery Box from where he had hidden it beneath his tunic. His written entry is still up on the screen. He inches a bit closer to Arya and extends it her way.]
Here, cross it out. But don't do anything else.
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Date: 2011-09-28 12:46 am (UTC)I wouldn't want their scrolls around. Not after I crush them. [Under her heel. Possibly with multiple sword points in them. When the journal is offered, she eyes him for a moment before taking a careful step forward to each for it. He gets side eyed for a second more once she has it, but then she crosses out Stark, and hands it back.
...She's forgetting something.] Thank you.
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Date: 2011-09-28 08:43 pm (UTC)Starkit shall be. He nods as she thanks him. He wants to see the Lannisters burned, flayed, crushed into powder, whatever makes them scream and suffer the longest. It really doesn't matter to him. Fire seems fitting, because of his lineage. He'll take a stick to the eye if that's what he can get.He tucks the journal away.]
What are you called, then? I can't go around calling you 'no one.' I'll sound like a lunatic. [And we certainly can't have that.]
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Date: 2011-09-28 10:00 pm (UTC)[Spam]
Date: 2011-09-28 11:56 pm (UTC)and meare batshit crazy doesn't mean we're old friends.]Very well then, Cat. I shall never call you the S-word again, unless you ask me nicely. And even then, I probably won't.
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Date: 2011-09-29 06:00 pm (UTC)Good. [He might even get a little smile for that.] I thought you would be mean. You're not. [Well. Not horribly so. She expected him to be a real psycho.]
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Date: 2011-09-29 10:35 pm (UTC)Let's just say I'm saving my mean for people more deserving of it.
[Like, say, Lannisters. Really, he expected to come up here and be filled with loathing over the
Starkgirl, but she was nothing like what he expected.][Spam]
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