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Cersei!!!
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! :)
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! :)
βͺ fuck now she has to learn how to wrap a present really fast. β«
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 :) ?
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 :) ?
Well, to be quite honest, it's also just an excuse to see you. I don't have too many friends here yet.
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.
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.
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.
βͺ 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. β«
:) 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.
βͺ 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. β«
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.
Then, he waits.]
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.]
βͺ Not a castle, to her endless misfortune, but a sizeable house, with balconies and steeples for a gargoyle to perch on.
Unfortunately also, he has to wait a moment β until Cersei remembers that there are no servants to open the doors and to guide him to her chambers. Then, she whisks down the stairs to open the door herself, like a truly independent twentieth century lady. She even went through the trouble of wearing her most daring new dress: a green to match her eyes, ending a scandalous few inches below her knee.
Alright, so maybe everything that isn't a floor-length gown is daring in her book. β«
Dandy! It is so good to see you. βͺ And she has already taken his hand and practically dragged him inside. β« I nearly missed you knocking, the mummer's box is desperately distracting.
βͺ He might spot the TV set in the living room, proudly shouting a series of commercials. β«
Unfortunately also, he has to wait a moment β until Cersei remembers that there are no servants to open the doors and to guide him to her chambers. Then, she whisks down the stairs to open the door herself, like a truly independent twentieth century lady. She even went through the trouble of wearing her most daring new dress: a green to match her eyes, ending a scandalous few inches below her knee.
Alright, so maybe everything that isn't a floor-length gown is daring in her book. β«
Dandy! It is so good to see you. βͺ And she has already taken his hand and practically dragged him inside. β« I nearly missed you knocking, the mummer's box is desperately distracting.
βͺ He might spot the TV set in the living room, proudly shouting a series of commercials. β«
[It's a wait that's not too terribly long, and the indiscretion of it easily forgotten the moment Cersei opens the door and greets him with the cheeriest of smiles. Her good mood is infectious, easily spreading a smile across Dandy's face to mimic her own.]
The television is interesting isn't it? [He chuckles,] everyone always says that Dragnet is ruining the youth, though.
[Much like Cersei's own, lovely dress matches the green of her eyesβDandy has arrived wearing a blue sweater to match his own, tucked into his belted white trousers. He wears a white blazer over it for the cold, but that's quickly shrugged off and hung up the second he's within the threshold. His present to her is still tucked under his arm.]
What were you watching?
The television is interesting isn't it? [He chuckles,] everyone always says that Dragnet is ruining the youth, though.
[Much like Cersei's own, lovely dress matches the green of her eyesβDandy has arrived wearing a blue sweater to match his own, tucked into his belted white trousers. He wears a white blazer over it for the cold, but that's quickly shrugged off and hung up the second he's within the threshold. His present to her is still tucked under his arm.]
What were you watching?
You know it from home?
βͺ A pity, that, she had been awfully excited to tell him all about its mysterious ways. Somehow, Ryslig has a way of making her feel... behind times. Far behind times.
Not that her spirits are truly crushed β she's eying the box with barely hidden intrigue, for one β Dandy visits, just as he promised, and wherever he is from truly taught him taste. He looks immaculate in just the way her brother would mock, but her brother was a knight at heart, and couldn't always be tempted to finery beyond gold and more gold. β«
Rafe considers it trite, but β well, it won't be long until Peninsula of Passions starts.
βͺ A pity, that, she had been awfully excited to tell him all about its mysterious ways. Somehow, Ryslig has a way of making her feel... behind times. Far behind times.
Not that her spirits are truly crushed β she's eying the box with barely hidden intrigue, for one β Dandy visits, just as he promised, and wherever he is from truly taught him taste. He looks immaculate in just the way her brother would mock, but her brother was a knight at heart, and couldn't always be tempted to finery beyond gold and more gold. β«
Rafe considers it trite, but β well, it won't be long until Peninsula of Passions starts.
Yes, but I didn't watch too much television myself. Mother believed that most shows were nothing more than profligacy and that it dulled the mind. I was allowed to indulge in movies, though.
[Dandy follows after Cersei as she leads the way into the living area, and while this home is no where near the decadent standards of his mansion, it's rather... suitable. Cersei herself looks interesting in normal clothes, he decides, but not in a bad way. He does sort of miss the elegance of her costume.]
Oh, well, before we get too into any conversation about shows or otherwise, [he steps towards her, and regardless of his piqued interest over this new name he's heard, Dandy is nothing short of a gentleman. He hands the neatly wrapped box (containing an elegant hand mirror) to Cersei.]
Open it, it's your gift!
[Dandy follows after Cersei as she leads the way into the living area, and while this home is no where near the decadent standards of his mansion, it's rather... suitable. Cersei herself looks interesting in normal clothes, he decides, but not in a bad way. He does sort of miss the elegance of her costume.]
Oh, well, before we get too into any conversation about shows or otherwise, [he steps towards her, and regardless of his piqued interest over this new name he's heard, Dandy is nothing short of a gentleman. He hands the neatly wrapped box (containing an elegant hand mirror) to Cersei.]
Open it, it's your gift!
[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!]
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!]
[ on december 27th, at approximately 2:36 am, cersei's inbox will light up with a message from an unfamiliar handle. ]
ok but like
did the bear fuck the maiden fair? is that normal where ur from
ok but like
did the bear fuck the maiden fair? is that normal where ur from
Edited (misicon) 2020-12-27 12:59 (UTC)
βͺ cersei momentarily stops touching tybolt's tiny lion ears to focus on...
what kind of question. β«
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.
βͺ oh gods, she's just assumed this is tara. β«
tara?
what kind of question. β«
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.
βͺ oh gods, she's just assumed this is tara. β«
tara?
yeah who else could be asking about this important question
ok so your star says no but
the bear FUCKS
tell me the other matters of interpretation, your highness. gotta hear your scholarly opinion
ok so your star says no but
the bear FUCKS
tell me the other matters of interpretation, your highness. gotta hear your scholarly opinion
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!"
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!"
Edited 2020-12-27 15:32 (UTC)
oh no that is definitely banging
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
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
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.
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.
ok well
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.
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.
i am quite glad for my times now.
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.
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.
oh shit really. guess people don't change much at all.
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.
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.
your times really only seem to have more words for certain... things.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
you know the songs of my era really aren't quite the same i'll see if i can remember some lyrics for you
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
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
not well really. music was never really my thing.
[ 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
[ 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
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