tara, i can infer "banging", but what is a "furry type"?
the rest of the song implies it is a dancing bear, those are often taught to catch balls and the like. i suppose it could grab a woman easily enough.
"And down the road from here to there. From here! To there! Three boys, a goat and a dancing bear! They danced and spun, all the way to the fair! The fair! The fair!
Oh, sweet she was, and pure and fair! The maid with honey in her hair! Her hair! Her hair! The maid with honey in her hair!
The bear smelled the scent on the summer air. The bear! The bear!"
there is no tender way to put this, the maiden was in a most agitated state by the roadside and the bear smelled her from afar. none of this is awfully tempting.
in some variants, the goat is quite involved, but i wish you had not reminded me.
i suppose the bear could be a jolly hairy man? but then why make such a point of it. and why would he be able to scent her from afar if he was not an animal of sorts?
many of them. all of my lord husband's favourites, in fact.
of course they do. there's nothing more fun than fuckin around with language
yeah plainly they had no idea about what the fuck bears are. either that or its a metaphor, but i prefer the explanation where bears are just mysterious animals that may or may not have thumbs
and like, so what? he's not here, is he? you can call him whatever you want here.
either way, the bears are ready to sow their seed and i am not sure if that is better or worse than "when willum's wife was wet".
and what good would that do me? until i have a son, none of this is particularly stable. the last thing i need is for someone to hear something they shouldn't
i am eight-and-ten. i have been a woman grown for two years past. my former lady-in-waiting, jeyne, had her second child three moons ago. what do you think robert married me for?
[ she'd mainly listened to it on the radio - probably another concept she'd have to explain to cersei. she certainly wouldn't be explaining her errant teenage taylor swift phase. ]
thats fucked up though. like. having a kid at 18. that's a LOT of responsibiity
anyway heres some lyrics:
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school Old folks say, "You poor little fool" Down the streets I'm the girl next door I'm the fox you've been waiting for
Hello, daddy, hello, mom I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb Hello world I'm your wild girl I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Stone age love and strange sounds too Come on, baby, let me get to you Bad nights causing teenage blues Get down ladies, you've got nothin' to lose
Hello, daddy, hello, mom I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb Hello world I'm your wild girl I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
in truth, i am looking forward to it. it will be quieter, after.
well, there will be a babe, of course, silence is not in their nature, but there won't be a thing in the world that this child wants for.
⟪ securing her place, keeping herself safe, ending those ravens from her father on the matter. a little lion cub to slit the throat of robert baratheon's legacy before it ever began. and someone in that godsdamned keep she can love, without fear or reservation, and who will never wish her ill. ⟫
oh, i like it. quite a few lines in there that would have my septa revolt – the idea of a 'wild girl' would inspire her to rant about virtues for a fortnight. plus, 'get down ladies' would cause plenty of stir at court. is there a meaning to 'cherry bomb'? fruits tend to have the association of ripeness, which usually suggests someone is bound to lose their maidenhead.
being responsible for another human being sounds awful
i cant even be responsible for myself.
anyway yeah its from a cool band that existed like 30 years before i was born it has some dope guitar so yeah a cherry bomb is a small bomb that explodes and stuff. so a weapon. but also bringing in the virginity association i guess wait you've probably never heard electric guitar before ??? omg anyway heres more lyrics from a diff song:
Bodies without minds I hear you're the one with the bleeding heart Blue and bittersweet You tear my dreams apart
Cause I was born to be bad I'm not sad And I'm glad I did it Born to be bad I'm not sad, why don't you all get with it
there will be nursemaids, and my ladies-in-waiting, servants – he will still be my son, of course, i won't leave him with any of the lot for long.
from what you told me, you have had to be responsible for yourself for a very long time.
i would not even know what a guitar is, much less what electricity would do to the thing. prince rhaegar played the harp, though, and most bards have lutes. would electricity light them up? heat them?
a song against pity and regret. joan jett must have lived an interesting life.
wait, let me write you down the rains of castamere. family histroy, courtesy of my lord father, though i do not know which singer wrote the thing.
and who are you, the proud lord said, that i must bow so low? only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth i know. in a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws, and mine are long and sharp, my lord, as long and sharp as yours.
and so he spoke, and so he spoke, that lord of castamere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. yes now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear.
i guess, but: yikes. where im from, it's not normal for women your age to have kids
in case that wasnt obvious from my commentary and yeah but responsibility? no thx
anyway a guitar is like a string instrument. kind of like your lute or your harp. but maybe with a deeper sound?? i don't know, i'm not really good at music. one of the other people who lives here knows that shit tho. the electric just makes it sound radder
and yeah she did. i think shes still alive. its her band but not her voice in the song, thats cherie currie, another girl.
anyway that sounds ominous. given that you said it's a family history, i'm gonna need u to explain the context. otherwise i'll just assume it's about literal lions
i mean, i would gladly wait, but a kingdom needs an heir.
radder? well, perhaps i simply ought to ask you to accompany me into town. we will find a shop that sells musical instruments and you will show me your rad-most example of a guitar. what an utterly bizarre world you come from. women who sing in groups? and that song is hardly one the faith would approve of. you know, i should like to see it.
not literal lions, not in this one. the golden lion is the sigil of house lannister, so every song or tale or banal talk about us features some manner of a lion by-name or lion imagery. ours is the principal house of the westerlands, it has been since the age of heroes thousands of years ago. in fact, the north and the westerlands are the only parts of the seven kingdoms that have not changed hands at all.
⟪ focus!!! ⟫
my grandfather, tytos lannister, was weak. in fact, he was often called the toothless lion, it took him less than one-and-ten years as lord of casterly rock (our ancestral seat) to nearly drive the westerlands to ruin, all while strengthening his own enemies. in the end, two of the lesser houses rouse up against lannister rule.
one of them was house reyne of castamere, which had for its sigil the red lion mentioned in the song. it was my father, tywin lannister, who crushed the reyne-tarbeck rebellion, extinguishing both houses in his wake – thus the 'rains' weeping over empty halls.
yeah i can show you a guitar. i know a couple of ppl who can play and yeah there are tons of girl bands. not all of them r good though some of them are stupid. and mixed bands too, ones where the girl is like the main person n shit like fleetwood mac
huh ok so youre a lion. maybe youre the one who should have been stuck as a cat. i guess theres still time for that tho
nwyay ok. nice metaphors. sounds like general medieval history stuff i think so people always sing it to commemorate your dad razing another family to the ground? i mean, it sends a message.
is there a bear house could the bear and the maiden fair be about the bear house people?
i would like that very much. mixed? my old septa would faint. did you ever learn to play an instrument? band together with other youths to play?
i should like a lion's claws. they are such impressive animals when they are grown – no one but my brother and i dared to enter their cages, back at the rock. besides, i quite envy you these wings, too, and the poison you will have. plus, a pair of sweet, golden ears would compliment my hair just so.
⟪ there is, in fact, a grainy, pixelated picture attached, of her own hair against an equally gold-furred creature. ⟫
it is the message he is so fond of. he uses it in threats as well. it is how he secured his own lands and made a name of himself even before the old king named him his hand. he casts a long shadow, the great lion.
house mormont of bear island. jorah is the eldest son, but he is rumoured to... struggle in certain areas. he has been wed to his wife for some time now, you see, but an heir to bear island is not yet forthcoming. awfully hairy fellow, except where it counts, for his head is polished brighter than his armour.
yeah mixed spretty common i think what the hell is a septa
anyway yeah you'd look cool with a lion's claws, if you're down for all the monstery changes. weirdest part is the tongue. nice pic. is that an actual lion. that looks really big for a kitten. do you just have a lion cub? that's some supervillain shit. makes sense w/ the whole queen thing tho
[ in tara's limited experience with monarchs, anyway. ]
sounds like a good message to send.
"we're a bear people that can't even fuck" isn't. is the functioning of that dude's dick common knowledge? horrible we should gossip like that here come on give me some more medieval burns
a septa is a woman sworn to the faith of the seven. in a noble household, they do a lot of the teaching, especially for the girls. mine taught me my letters, courtly manners, lead me in prayer, that sort of thing. if she had caught me practicing music with men, she would have been most cross with me.
what happened to your tongue? has it gone rough like a cat's? he is a lion cub! i named him tybolt, and there is nothing villainous to him, or to the keeping of lions. my grandfather had his own, my brother and i used to dare one another near them. how could so sweet a creature be anything but simply the best gift for christ-mass? ⟪ what follows are no less than two-dozen images of tybolt the cub: tybolt on her bed, his spotted legs stretched out, tybolt sucking on a bottle of what must be milk (thank you, area pet shop), tybolt in her arms, licking his own paws, sleeping, at play, in the snow, being fed a treat of meat –– it simply does not end. ⟫
it is one theory. of course, his wife could be barren, and they are northerners. maybe he simply froze his little mast off a long time ago. what do you gossip about? there must be something. trade me. most of it is a matter of who lies with whom. the honourable eddard stark is said to have deflowered the lady ashara dayne at the tourney in harrenhal, but i have never met a more sullen man in all my life, surely the mere thought of pleasure sought outside of wedlock would have turned him limp with shame.
so thats your faith, i'm assuming. if you're religious at all.
[ wait is that weird to bring up? tara thinks that might be weird. ]
yeah its all rough like a cat's now. weird.
yeah, okay, he's pretty cute. i'm not really a cat person, believe it or not. i always wanted a dog when i was a kid. but yeah, he's cute. why the name tybolt. i'm guessing you're not a shakespeare fan because you probably dont have shakespeare
as for gossip - idk. most of the gossip i know is about other capes back home. people you don't know obviously. but it's pretty much the same. who's fucking who, who's gay. who switched sides. who's died. whos maybe not dead after all. pretty routine stuff
as for people here i'll have to find more gossip for you
anyway yeah he sounds like a shitty lay but i wouldn't be surprised. men are the worst. especially powerful men. they aren't "honorable" ever
of course i keep with the faith. do you... not hold one of your own?
⟪ now she is bound to sit here wondering if tara grooms herself like most cats are wont to do, but that is a question far too inappropriate to be asked. ⟫
he is just the sweetest, you will have to meet him soon. tybolt was a historical kind of the rock – that is what the lannister kings were called. i considered joffrey, too, but i think i am saving it. you should have a dog of your own, though. what manner of a dog? a lap dog? a hunting one? is shakespeare another singer of raunchy songs?
what are capes? is it like the white cloaks – like an order of knights? who lies with whom is a popular subject everywhere, it seems. the matter of death is popular these days, now that the war is done. you keep using 'gay' in a way that i suspect does not mean 'jolly'.
they aren't, it is true. i used to think prince rhaegar was so honourable, but it did him no good. the only truly honourable man is my brother. ⟪ and seven kingdoms disagree, but you do you, cers.
[ tara thinks of the resplendent churches of her childhood; of the beautiful stained glass murals and the brightly colored visages of the saints. she thinks of the priests dressed in their finery and their gentle manner with even the most destitute streetchildren.
she thinks of how that god was supposed to protect her, and instead had done nothing at all. ]
no. no religion for me.
i will. never met a baby lion before. not a real one, anyway. but yeah. there's a puppy we got for christmas. i'll keep him if joe doesn't want him. i think i'm naming him rocky. hold on.
[ it's tara's turn to send a grainy photo. just one, though. no need to go overboard. ]
and - yeah. shakespeare is basically a singer of raunchy songs.
where i'm from, there are people who fight who are considered villains. those who oppose them are considered heroes. all wear costumes to hide their identity. it's pretty stupid, all things considered. 'capes' is kind of a slang term for the heroes, i guess. because they wear capes.
gay means dudes that want to fuck dudes or chicks that want to fuck chicks. so like. same-sex canoodling? banging? etc like those two dudes you live with. hella gay
[ bi people exist, tara. please. ]
my brother is honorable, i guess. my other one was, too. it really doesn't do you any good to be honorable. the world will never reward that.
[ tara thinks of gregor, assassinated on his throne. she thinks of the boys of the titans - steadfast and honorable, sure, but that hadn't stopped her from betraying them in the end. it hadn't stopped a whole host of terrible things from happening to them. ]
i learned to fight because i had to and because i wanted to. but yeah, knowing the best way to kick a dude in the dick has its perks for dealing with the super creepy types.
<QueenRegnant> | tw: mild medieval-ish homophobia, vague mentions of sexual assault, also incest
that... is a first. it isn't usual to meet someone who does not hold with either faith. any.
⟪ even her lord father still considers the gods very much real – just careless and not worthy of his servitude. ⟫
oh, he looks so sweet. i daresay he will be quite big once he comes into his growth. i was often around dogs back home, my brother is extremely fond of them, i hope you can make this one yours. do you call him rocky for your fondness of the earth?
like superheroes? someone mentioned them. that must be every bit as dramatic as the gossip about lords and knights.
i suppose they are. i never did ask either of them, it is considered... private matter back home, so long as these men do their respective duties in their marital respective beds. they must be happier here. we have the same sort of gossip, then.
⟪ the thought of women lying with women hasn't much occurred to her, in spite of how many nights she had spent sharing her bed with female companions. the only one she wants is her brother, the only one she's ever wanted is her brother. rhaegar has been a thought, but her marital reality was another one entirely. if she had not learned of painless, mutual pleasure before, she suspects the thought would have not once occurred to her as an option after. ⟫
my lord father says the same thing. the honourable always die, the war proved that ten times over. i am sorry for your loss.
⟪ of that brother, but she can't write that, can't think about it. ⟫
he will be big i think. i am calling him rocky because of that. i think its cute for him, too. he knows its his name already, so it's sticking
and yeah. capes are superheroes. who told u about it?
its kind of private but people like to gossip about it, anyway. but gay ppl are pretty normal where im from. they can get married and stuff, depending on where in the world u are.
[ girls. tara hasn't really thought of fucking women, either, except for the normal amount that one thinks about those things. sure, she's thought a lot about girls like rose and raven - mostly how angry they made her. and in raven's case, specifically how much she'd wanted her approval. it was all a part of the spying thing, obviously - she'd needed raven's trust in order to betray the titans. obviously. it had nothing to do with the slit up raven's skirt. ]
it's fine. not much of a loss. i didnt get along very well with gregor. but he was honorable.
i'll do my best to help out. im not really a teacher, though. im pretty used to fighting solo.
your world is getting stranger to me by the minute.
i could embroider it on his collar for him. does he know to play fetch yet?
dandy mott. he mentioned he heard tales of them and their special, magical abilities.
married? gods, the faith would take sharper offence than it did with the targaryens. besides, if a marriage cannot create legacy, then why would any one go through with it at all?
⟪ sure, cersei has noticed girls – it was important to compare herself to others, to know that she came out more beautiful, more desirable, more worthy than the rest. granted, there were moments, but those hardly mattered. for instance, it is entirely tara's fault that she had worn trousers so short cersei had been practically forced to notice her distressingly shapely legs. ⟫
i could not bear to lose my twin. the other one, ah, well, he is a murderous little beast.
well, you will be less solo these days, i would wager. not that i would be much help yet, my skills lie in other areas.
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<QueenRegnant>
the rest of the song implies it is a dancing bear, those are often taught to catch balls and the like. i suppose it could grab a woman easily enough.
"And down the road from here to there.
From here! To there!
Three boys, a goat and a dancing bear!
They danced and spun, all the way to the fair!
The fair! The fair!
Oh, sweet she was, and pure and fair!
The maid with honey in her hair!
Her hair! Her hair!
The maid with honey in her hair!
The bear smelled the scent on the summer air.
The bear! The bear!"
there is no tender way to put this, the maiden was in a most agitated state by the roadside and the bear smelled her from afar. none of this is awfully tempting.
<terra>
so a furry is someone who is attracted to like. animals with human-like characteristics i guess?? it's a weird thing from my era.
ok so like
next: was there like an orgy? was the goat involved? the maid was clearly so horny that the bear smelled it.
in modern parlance a bear is also a slang term for a buff hairy gay dude but since the maiden fair appears to be a maiden fair and all
but yeah, they fucked. are all songs from your world like this.
<QueenRegnant>
in some variants, the goat is quite involved, but i wish you had not reminded me.
i suppose the bear could be a jolly hairy man? but then why make such a point of it. and why would he be able to scent her from afar if he was not an animal of sorts?
many of them. all of my lord husband's favourites, in fact.
<terra>
all true. the bear has opposable thumbs and a super-nose, and gives great head. maybe he is a knight after all.
as for your "lord husband," you really don't have to call him that. he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who deserves a title.
<QueenRegnant>
isn't it slightly reassuring to think that whoever sang the song first did not seem to be so fluent in the nature of bears?
well, if i were to call him a drunken fool unworthy of his titles and his throne, he will more like than not react appropriately to treasonous talk.
<terra>
yeah plainly they had no idea about what the fuck bears are. either that or its a metaphor, but i prefer the explanation where bears are just mysterious animals that may or may not have thumbs
and like, so what? he's not here, is he? you can call him whatever you want here.
<QueenRegnant>
and what good would that do me? until i have a son, none of this is particularly stable. the last thing i need is for someone to hear something they shouldn't
<terra>
and you'd get to vent that's good
also no offense but you are waaaaaaay too young to be having a son, like. as a rule
<QueenRegnant>
i am eight-and-ten. i have been a woman grown for two years past. my former lady-in-waiting, jeyne, had her second child three moons ago. what do you think robert married me for?
<terra>
[ she'd mainly listened to it on the radio - probably another concept she'd have to explain to cersei. she certainly wouldn't be explaining her errant teenage taylor swift phase. ]
thats fucked up though. like. having a kid at 18. that's a LOT of responsibiity
anyway heres some lyrics:
Can't stay at home, can't stay at school
Old folks say, "You poor little fool"
Down the streets I'm the girl next door
I'm the fox you've been waiting for
Hello, daddy, hello, mom
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Stone age love and strange sounds too
Come on, baby, let me get to you
Bad nights causing teenage blues
Get down ladies, you've got nothin' to lose
Hello, daddy, hello, mom
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
Hello world I'm your wild girl
I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb
<QueenRegnant>
well, there will be a babe, of course, silence is not in their nature, but there won't
be a thing in the world that this child wants for.
⟪ securing her place, keeping herself safe, ending those ravens from her father on the matter. a little lion cub to slit the throat of robert baratheon's legacy before it ever began. and someone in that godsdamned keep she can love, without fear or reservation, and who will never wish her ill. ⟫
oh, i like it. quite a few lines in there that would have my septa revolt – the idea of a 'wild girl' would inspire her to rant about virtues for a fortnight. plus, 'get down ladies' would cause plenty of stir at court. is there a meaning to 'cherry bomb'? fruits tend to have the association of ripeness, which usually suggests someone is bound to lose their maidenhead.
<terra>
i cant even be responsible for myself.
anyway yeah its from a cool band that existed like 30 years before i was born it has some dope guitar
so yeah a cherry bomb is a small bomb that explodes and stuff. so a weapon. but also bringing in the virginity association i guess
wait you've probably never heard electric guitar before ??? omg
anyway heres more lyrics from a diff song:
Bodies without minds
I hear you're the one with the bleeding heart
Blue and bittersweet
You tear my dreams apart
Cause I was born to be bad
I'm not sad
And I'm glad I did it
Born to be bad
I'm not sad, why don't you all get with it
joan jett was baller
<QueenRegnant>
from what you told me, you have had to be responsible for yourself for a very long time.
i would not even know what a guitar is, much less what electricity would do to the thing.
prince rhaegar played the harp, though, and most bards have lutes. would electricity light them up? heat them?
a song against pity and regret. joan jett must have lived an interesting life.
wait, let me write you down the rains of castamere. family histroy, courtesy of my lord father, though i do not know which singer wrote the thing.
and who are you, the proud lord said,
that i must bow so low?
only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth i know.
in a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
and mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
and so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of castamere,
but now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
< terra >
in case that wasnt obvious from my commentary
and yeah but responsibility? no thx
anyway a guitar is like a string instrument. kind of like your lute or your harp. but maybe with a deeper sound?? i don't know, i'm not really good at music. one of the other people who lives here knows that shit tho. the electric just makes it sound radder
and yeah she did. i think shes still alive. its her band but not her voice in the song, thats cherie currie, another girl.
anyway
that sounds ominous.
given that you said it's a family history, i'm gonna need u to explain the context. otherwise i'll just assume it's about literal lions
<QueenRegnant>
radder? well, perhaps i simply ought to ask you to accompany me into town. we will find a shop that sells musical instruments and you will show me your rad-most example of a guitar.
what an utterly bizarre world you come from. women who sing in groups? and that song is hardly one the faith would approve of. you know, i should like to see it.
not literal lions, not in this one. the golden lion is the sigil of house lannister, so every song or tale or banal talk about us features some manner of a lion by-name or lion imagery. ours is the principal house of the westerlands, it has been since the age of heroes thousands of years ago. in fact, the north and the westerlands are the only parts of the seven kingdoms that have not changed hands at all.
⟪ focus!!! ⟫
my grandfather, tytos lannister, was weak. in fact, he was often called the toothless lion, it took him less than one-and-ten years as lord of casterly rock (our ancestral seat) to nearly drive the westerlands to ruin, all while strengthening his own enemies. in the end, two of the lesser houses rouse up against lannister rule.
one of them was house reyne of castamere, which had for its sigil the red lion mentioned in the song. it was my father, tywin lannister, who crushed the reyne-tarbeck rebellion, extinguishing both houses in his wake – thus the 'rains' weeping over empty halls.
<terra>
[ time to change the subject! ]
yeah i can show you a guitar. i know a couple of ppl who can play
and yeah there are tons of girl bands. not all of them r good though some of them are stupid. and mixed bands too, ones where the girl is like the main person n shit like fleetwood mac
huh ok so youre a lion. maybe youre the one who should have been stuck as a cat. i guess theres still time for that tho
nwyay ok. nice metaphors. sounds like general medieval history stuff i think
so people always sing it to commemorate your dad razing another family to the ground?
i mean, it sends a message.
is there a bear house
could the bear and the maiden fair be about the bear house people?
<QueenRegnant>
mixed? my old septa would faint. did you ever learn to play an instrument? band together with other youths to play?
i should like a lion's claws. they are such impressive animals when they are grown – no one but my brother and i dared to enter their cages, back at the rock.
besides, i quite envy you these wings, too, and the poison you will have. plus, a pair of sweet, golden ears would compliment my hair just so.
⟪ there is, in fact, a grainy, pixelated picture attached, of her own hair against an equally gold-furred creature. ⟫
it is the message he is so fond of. he uses it in threats as well. it is how he secured his own lands and made a name of himself even before the old king named him his hand. he casts a long shadow, the great lion.
house mormont of bear island. jorah is the eldest son, but he is rumoured to... struggle in certain areas. he has been wed to his wife for some time now, you see, but an heir to bear island is not yet forthcoming. awfully hairy fellow, except where it counts, for his head is polished brighter than his armour.
<terra>
spretty common i think
what the hell is a septa
anyway
yeah you'd look cool with a lion's claws, if you're down for all the monstery changes. weirdest part is the tongue.
nice pic. is that an actual lion. that looks really big for a kitten.
do you just have a lion cub? that's some supervillain shit. makes sense w/ the whole queen thing tho
[ in tara's limited experience with monarchs, anyway. ]
sounds like a good message to send.
"we're a bear people that can't even fuck" isn't. is the functioning of that dude's dick common knowledge? horrible
we should gossip like that here
come on give me some more medieval burns
<QueenRegnant>
what happened to your tongue? has it gone rough like a cat's?
he is a lion cub! i named him tybolt, and there is nothing villainous to him, or to the keeping of lions. my grandfather had his own, my brother and i used to dare one another near them. how could so sweet a creature be anything but simply the best gift for christ-mass? ⟪ what follows are no less than two-dozen images of tybolt the cub: tybolt on her bed, his spotted legs stretched out, tybolt sucking on a bottle of what must be milk (thank you, area pet shop), tybolt in her arms, licking his own paws, sleeping, at play, in the snow, being fed a treat of meat –– it simply does not end. ⟫
it is one theory. of course, his wife could be barren, and they are northerners. maybe he simply froze his little mast off a long time ago.
what do you gossip about? there must be something. trade me.
most of it is a matter of who lies with whom. the honourable eddard stark is said to have deflowered the lady ashara dayne at the tourney in harrenhal, but i have never met a more sullen man in all my life, surely the mere thought of pleasure sought outside of wedlock would have turned him limp with shame.
<terra>
[ wait is that weird to bring up? tara thinks that might be weird. ]
yeah its all rough like a cat's now. weird.
yeah, okay, he's pretty cute. i'm not really a cat person, believe it or not. i always wanted a dog when i was a kid. but yeah, he's cute. why the name tybolt. i'm guessing you're not a shakespeare fan because you probably dont have shakespeare
as for gossip - idk. most of the gossip i know is about other capes back home. people you don't know obviously. but it's pretty much the same. who's fucking who, who's gay. who switched sides. who's died. whos maybe not dead after all. pretty routine stuff
as for people here i'll have to find more gossip for you
anyway yeah he sounds like a shitty lay but i wouldn't be surprised. men are the worst. especially powerful men. they aren't "honorable" ever
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⟪ now she is bound to sit here wondering if tara grooms herself like most cats are wont to do, but that is a question far too inappropriate to be asked. ⟫
he is just the sweetest, you will have to meet him soon. tybolt was a historical kind of the rock – that is what the lannister kings were called. i considered joffrey, too, but i think i am saving it.
you should have a dog of your own, though. what manner of a dog? a lap dog? a hunting one?
is shakespeare another singer of raunchy songs?
what are capes? is it like the white cloaks – like an order of knights?
who lies with whom is a popular subject everywhere, it seems. the matter of death is popular these days, now that the war is done.
you keep using 'gay' in a way that i suspect does not mean 'jolly'.
they aren't, it is true. i used to think prince rhaegar was so honourable, but it did him no good.
the only truly honourable man is my brother.
⟪ and seven kingdoms disagree, but you do you, cers.
actually, don't. ⟫
is this why you learned to fight?
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she thinks of how that god was supposed to protect her, and instead had done nothing at all. ]
no. no religion for me.
i will. never met a baby lion before. not a real one, anyway. but yeah. there's a puppy we got for christmas. i'll keep him if joe doesn't want him. i think i'm naming him rocky. hold on.
[ it's tara's turn to send a grainy photo. just one, though. no need to go overboard. ]
and - yeah. shakespeare is basically a singer of raunchy songs.
where i'm from, there are people who fight who are considered villains. those who oppose them are considered heroes. all wear costumes to hide their identity. it's pretty stupid, all things considered. 'capes' is kind of a slang term for the heroes, i guess. because they wear capes.
gay means dudes that want to fuck dudes or chicks that want to fuck chicks. so like. same-sex canoodling? banging? etc
like those two dudes you live with. hella gay
[ bi people exist, tara. please. ]
my brother is honorable, i guess. my other one was, too. it really doesn't do you any good to be honorable. the world will never reward that.
[ tara thinks of gregor, assassinated on his throne. she thinks of the boys of the titans - steadfast and honorable, sure, but that hadn't stopped her from betraying them in the end. it hadn't stopped a whole host of terrible things from happening to them. ]
i learned to fight because i had to and because i wanted to. but yeah, knowing the best way to kick a dude in the dick has its perks for dealing with the super creepy types.
<QueenRegnant> | tw: mild medieval-ish homophobia, vague mentions of sexual assault, also incest
⟪ even her lord father still considers the gods very much real – just careless and not worthy of his servitude. ⟫
oh, he looks so sweet. i daresay he will be quite big once he comes into his growth. i was often around dogs back home, my brother is extremely fond of them, i hope you can make this one yours.
do you call him rocky for your fondness of the earth?
like superheroes? someone mentioned them. that must be every bit as dramatic as the gossip about lords and knights.
i suppose they are. i never did ask either of them, it is considered... private matter back home, so long as these men do their respective duties in their marital respective beds. they must be happier here.
we have the same sort of gossip, then.
⟪ the thought of women lying with women hasn't much occurred to her, in spite of how many nights she had spent sharing her bed with female companions. the only one she wants is her brother, the only one she's ever wanted is her brother. rhaegar has been a thought, but her marital reality was another one entirely. if she had not learned of painless, mutual pleasure before, she suspects the thought would have not once occurred to her as an option after. ⟫
my lord father says the same thing. the honourable always die, the war proved that ten times over.
i am sorry for your loss.
⟪ of that brother, but she can't write that, can't think about it. ⟫
i am glad to learn it from you.
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he will be big i think. i am calling him rocky because of that. i think its cute for him, too. he knows its his name already, so it's sticking
and yeah. capes are superheroes. who told u about it?
its kind of private but people like to gossip about it, anyway. but gay ppl are pretty normal where im from. they can get married and stuff, depending on where in the world u are.
[ girls. tara hasn't really thought of fucking women, either, except for the normal amount that one thinks about those things. sure, she's thought a lot about girls like rose and raven - mostly how angry they made her. and in raven's case, specifically how much she'd wanted her approval. it was all a part of the spying thing, obviously - she'd needed raven's trust in order to betray the titans. obviously. it had nothing to do with the slit up raven's skirt. ]
it's fine. not much of a loss. i didnt get along very well with gregor. but he was honorable.
i'll do my best to help out. im not really a teacher, though. im pretty used to fighting solo.
<QueenRegnant> | cw: mild homophobia BUT LOUDER, internalised bi-phobia, low key misogyny
i could embroider it on his collar for him. does he know to play fetch yet?
dandy mott. he mentioned he heard tales of them and their special, magical abilities.
married? gods, the faith would take sharper offence than it did with the targaryens. besides, if a marriage cannot create legacy, then why would any one go through with it at all?
⟪ sure, cersei has noticed girls – it was important to compare herself to others, to know that she came out more beautiful, more desirable, more worthy than the rest. granted, there were moments, but those hardly mattered. for instance, it is entirely tara's fault that she had worn trousers so short cersei had been practically forced to notice her distressingly shapely legs. ⟫
i could not bear to lose my twin. the other one, ah, well, he is a murderous little beast.
well, you will be less solo these days, i would wager. not that i would be much help yet, my skills lie in other areas.
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