Neither do I. It has been such a relief to have met you, some people here seem a little... uncouth, yet you strike me as thoroughly worthy of my trust and friendship.
:) See? I have already learned! :)
Please do visit, you are always welcome. There are so many curious things in this house, I cannot wait to show you.
⟪ Plus, she has a few hours to brush her hair to shining perfection now, so she won't need to be embarrassed in front of her new friend. ⟫
There really is an excess of opprobrium here, isn't there? It's nice to surround yourself with other, cultured individuals.
I will see you tonight, then! :)
[And just as promised, he does!
Dandy arrives the moment the sun has fallen below the horizon, with a present box tucked under one arm, at that newly moved house(castle?) on the hill. He knocks on the door, hard enough to throb pain through his knuckles, and hopefully loud enough to get Cersei's attention.
[Like Rafe, Cersei's gift is waiting for her outside her room, a safe distance away from the door so she doesn't kick it or step on it first thing. Though it's in a fairly big box, not wrapped because his claws cut through paper like...paper, making wrapping really fucking difficult. There is a nice red bow atop, though! And a note that reads her name (spelled incorrectly, he's sorry, spelling isn't his strong point) and a brief message of, "lights reflect nicely". He hopes that gets the point across because the more words he tried to use the more confused he got.
Inside the box there's lots of paper and towels, soft things that are obviously meant to protect whatever's inside! Surprise! It's a mobile made of glass! Specifically, glass shards of various colors, though mostly yellow so that when light reflects off of it it'll look like gold, he hopes!]
my septa thought a bear coupling with a maiden was inappropriate, so she told me it is a song about the dangers of wildlife, in which the bear mauls the maiden.
i shall send you some of the verses. really, i should let you make the call for your own self.
"The bear, the bear! Lifted her high into the air! The bear! The bear!
I called for a knight, but you're a bear! A bear, a bear! All black and brown and covered with hair
She kicked and wailed, the maid so fair, But he licked the honey from her hair. Her hair! Her hair! He licked the honey from her hair!
Then she sighed and squealed and kicked the air! My bear! She sang. My bear so fair!"
and she was INTO it. clearly an early furry type. "licked the honey from her hair" i mean the bear ate her out there is more than one place a gal has hair
[Never less than meticulous, Regulus has done his research and found where Cersei is staying, in time to send a small gift her way. It comes in a box wrapped in green and gold.]
[The box contains a small assortment of items: a red velvet coin purse containing a few solars, a packet of homemade gingerbread, two coupons for free hot drinks and snacks at the Kit-TEA-Kat Café, and a folded map of Bavan and the surrounding areas with areas of particular interest noted in the margins. Also, a note, written in green ink on heavy cardstock:]
Your Grace,
I don't know whether they have an equivalent to Christmas in Westeros, but it felt as good a time as any to send you a few things to help with the settling-in process. Please don't hesitate to get in touch if you need to talk through any of this experience, or simply need a friendly face.
Merry Christmas, and the best of luck, Regulus Arcturus Black
P.S. - Please rest assured that the money is not intended as charity. Where I come from, we consider it bad luck to give someone a purse or wallet without including at least one coin. The gift is the purse; consider the money a bonus gift, if you like.
[The gift is absolutely the money. The purse is a good excuse, but he also remembers how hard it was to go from being a pureblood noble to nothing.]
[Having Sirius be uncomplicatedly, unabashedly his brother had been an experience. One which brings into sharp relief just how much Regulus has to take care around him in reality, and how much is still uncertain between them.]
And somewhat jarring, to have a mind full of things that aren't mine. It was a very different kind of life to anything I have known, either in Ryslig or before.
To be honest, that's what made me think of you. I can't imagine it was familiar to your experiences, either.
I must confess, it was not unpleasant to understand all the rules of the world surrounding me again. Celeste may have been vapid, but she had her place in this world. She understood it.
⟪ In a way, this is all that much worse now: the might-have-beens were given form, and not an achievable one. ⟫
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<Showman>
I have a gift for you, but I don't know if we'll see each other on Christmas, so I want to give it to you now.
Where do you live? I can bring it to you! :)
<QueenRegnant>
Oh, is an early exchange not a matter of ill luck? In that case, I would be happy to see you. How kind of you to think of me.
Are you aware of the hill that appeared just this weekend past in the city of Bavan? Afton Height, that is where I reside.
What is the meaning of :) ?
<Showman>
I think I know what hill you're talking about. Do you mind if I come by this evening, then?
Also, ":)" is like a smile! The two dots are the eyes and the curved bit (it's called an open-parentheses) is like the mouth!
:)
See, I'm smiling at you! Even with these weird machines.
<QueenRegnant>
:) See? I have already learned! :)
Please do visit, you are always welcome. There are so many curious things in this house, I cannot wait to show you.
⟪ Plus, she has a few hours to brush her hair to shining perfection now, so she won't need to be embarrassed in front of her new friend. ⟫
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I will see you tonight, then! :)
[And just as promised, he does!
Dandy arrives the moment the sun has fallen below the horizon, with a present box tucked under one arm, at that newly moved house(castle?) on the hill. He knocks on the door, hard enough to throb pain through his knuckles, and hopefully loud enough to get Cersei's attention.
Then, he waits.]
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Inside the box there's lots of paper and towels, soft things that are obviously meant to protect whatever's inside! Surprise! It's a mobile made of glass! Specifically, glass shards of various colors, though mostly yellow so that when light reflects off of it it'll look like gold, he hopes!]
<terra>
ok but like
did the bear fuck the maiden fair? is that normal where ur from
<QueenRegnant>
what kind of question. ⟫
it is not 'normal'. the seven-pointed star forbids it.
that said: the bear does indeed fuck, though some deny it as a matter of interpretation.
⟪ oh gods, she's just assumed this is tara. ⟫
tara?
<terra>
ok so your star says no but
the bear FUCKS
tell me the other matters of interpretation, your highness. gotta hear your scholarly opinion
<QueenRegnant>
i shall send you some of the verses. really, i should let you make the call for your own self.
"The bear, the bear!
Lifted her high into the air!
The bear! The bear!
I called for a knight, but you're a bear!
A bear, a bear!
All black and brown and covered with hair
She kicked and wailed, the maid so fair,
But he licked the honey from her hair.
Her hair! Her hair!
He licked the honey from her hair!
Then she sighed and squealed and kicked the air!
My bear! She sang. My bear so fair!"
<terra>
and she was INTO it. clearly an early furry type. "licked the honey from her hair" i mean the bear ate her out there is more than one place a gal has hair
did this bear have thumbs how did it lift her
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[The box contains a small assortment of items: a red velvet coin purse containing a few solars, a packet of homemade gingerbread, two coupons for free hot drinks and snacks at the Kit-TEA-Kat Café, and a folded map of Bavan and the surrounding areas with areas of particular interest noted in the margins. Also, a note, written in green ink on heavy cardstock:]
Your Grace,
I don't know whether they have an equivalent to Christmas in Westeros, but it felt as good a time as any to send you a few things to help with the settling-in process. Please don't hesitate to get in touch if you need to talk through any of this experience, or simply need a friendly face.
Merry Christmas, and the best of luck,
Regulus Arcturus Black
P.S. - Please rest assured that the money is not intended as charity. Where I come from, we consider it bad luck to give someone a purse or wallet without including at least one coin. The gift is the purse; consider the money a bonus gift, if you like.
[The gift is absolutely the money. The purse is a good excuse, but he also remembers how hard it was to go from being a pureblood noble to nothing.]
<terra> | time to clog ur inbox again
have u had ice cream
<QueenRegnant>
i have not
is it like iced milk?
<terra>
no its like that but better
they put it in sodas here it's like a 50s thing
that probably sounded like nonsense to you
ok
u busy? seems like you need ice cream and also better workout clothes
<QueenRegnant>
i am entirely free.
where shall i meet you?
i cannot promise you that i will wear short-short breeches, though.
<terra>
[ tara isn't sure if cersei has any money, but she's game to shoplift. ]
seeya in like? 15 minutes
no short breeches required. it's fucking cold out anyway
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action it is!
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<CheeryCherry> | backdated to January 10th | cw: painkiller abuse
hav i been super disrepspectful??
<QueenRegnant>
though i am in the habit of offering my friends the use of my first name, and i am counting you among them.
are you in your cups, my lady?
<CheeryCherry>
i was just worried i was doin something wrong :(((
in whats??? no im in bed
<QueenRegnant>
i asked if you drank
wait, i am fetching myself some wine as well. what is the occasion?
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I thought I ought to get in touch with you to see whether everything was all right. The last couple of weeks were... odd, to say the least.
Are you coping well with the double memories?
<QueenRegnant>
I reckon I am well, considering. Everything is as it was before. A little lonelier, perhaps.
What of you?
<TruthSeeker>
[Having Sirius be uncomplicatedly, unabashedly his brother had been an experience. One which brings into sharp relief just how much Regulus has to take care around him in reality, and how much is still uncertain between them.]
And somewhat jarring, to have a mind full of things that aren't mine. It was a very different kind of life to anything I have known, either in Ryslig or before.
To be honest, that's what made me think of you. I can't imagine it was familiar to your experiences, either.
<QueenRegnant>
⟪ In a way, this is all that much worse now: the might-have-beens were given form, and not an achievable one. ⟫
Do you think you will miss it?
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