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SANSA ([personal profile] acommonbird) wrote2014-08-19 11:46 pm
tallasaking: (Books are my love)

[personal profile] tallasaking 2014-12-02 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Cersei was a Lannister, through and through. She could weave her way with words, if only her temper would not get in the way. She could play the games of intrigue much better, if she could keep her temper. Luckily, she felt no need to be angry at Sansa, just manipulative and cruel. Tyrion supposed he should be grateful Cersei had never turned on him as she had turned on her own little brother.

Now that was a smile, a warmer one. One that made it easier for his own mouth to retain its easy smile. Dropping her hands, he went over to the pile of slim volumes, plucked up one of them, and moved back to the bed. "Slide over, my dear Sansa, and we will see where poetry takes us."

He climbed up, beside her, no closer than their arms touching, and cracked open the volume. "Let us see ... ah yes, this should do it." He leaned back against the pillows, keeping his voice low-pitched, smooth with a touch of burr.

"Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not wither'd be;
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows,
and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee..."
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[personal profile] tallasaking 2015-01-13 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
And so, there was his pretty wife, curled up against him, her breath stirring his curls as he read. He tried not to swallow, to give into his sometimes more baser nature. This after all, was a seduction -- not a ravaging.

So he looked over at her, giving her a crooked smile, as he flipped the page. "That seems to have gone over well enough, so let us try another one."

He flipped through the pages, until he found a likely one. A little sad, but she did like the dramatics of poetry. Funnily enough, he found himself enjoying it himself.

"When I summon my sighs to call for you,
with the name love inscribed upon my heart,
And Laudable sound at the beginning
of the sweet accents of that word comes forth.
Your Regal state which I encounter next
doubles my strength for the high enterprise,
that “Tacitly the end cries, “for her honor
These better shoulders for support than yours.”
And so, to Laud and to Revere the word
itself instructs whenever someone calls you,
A lady worthy of all praise and honor –
Unless, perhaps, the Lady be offended
A mortal tongue be so presumptuous
to speak of his eternally green boughs.
Praise you, praise you!"
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[personal profile] tallasaking 2015-01-15 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Me? Gods no." He gave her a little smirk, as he turned the page once more. "Can you imagine all the inappropriate imagery I would bring to poetry? Tis better to keep the word safe from me."

He paused, then ventured quietly, "I have ... considered, time to time, writing my own accounts on the wonders of our country."
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[personal profile] tallasaking 2015-01-15 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
She was absolutely delightful when she laughed. He was going to have to make her laugh more often, he decided.

He gave her a faintly ironic eyebrow, before drawling out, "Would you be satisfied with a scribe for a husband, instead of a warrior lord? I'll admit, I like the life of the intellectual more. Fewer people trying to kill me."
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[personal profile] tallasaking 2015-01-16 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"You know, you think more of my skills than my family does - outside of Jaime." He looked over at her, his look softening. "I suppose that's wifely affection for you - blinding you to obvious flaws."
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[personal profile] tallasaking 2015-01-16 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks over at her, thumbing the pages thoughtfully as he considers it. Then he asked her, with all frankness, because why not? "Do you think I am fit to help you rule Winterfell?"

There. Said. Invitation and question, all in one. Would she like to go to Witnerfell, and would she like him to take her, and would she ...care if he helped her with her father's estate? Could he stay with her?
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[personal profile] tallasaking 2015-01-17 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
He's shocked her - good. It means her answer will be honest, as will her expression. He'll be able to tell his way through the lie. Yet did he expect a clever lie from a Wolf? From a Stark?

No. Not with the way she lifted her chin - just like her father, like her brothers, even the bastard one. The clear look in those eyes of hers, determination and truth.

He tilts his golden head at her, before a crooked smile appears. "You know ... many consider your demure beauty your best feature. I have to say, Sansa, I like the wolf in you better. Clear, direct, spine of steel. Someone who can survive my family ...your beauty is considerable, but your strength is what draws me in."

The smile tips a little sadly, even as he flips a page in the book. "Makes me wish for impossible things, no less. Ah me. It is your turn to choose a poem, my dear Sansa. That way, I can melt into your golden voice, and dream of ways to steal us off to Winterfell."
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[personal profile] tallasaking 2015-01-18 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
He is particularly surprised, when her arms are suddenly around him, and she was pressing her face to his golden curls. He wrapped his hand around her arm, leaning into her. Letting her hair fall over his face, he curved up a small smile over his face.

He had felt this way once, before. He prayed to all the Gods that he would be able to honor her the way he was never able his first wife. Hope to the Gods that he could protect her now more than he had Tysha. He made a silent vow to himself, right then, that he would never let his family hurt her. Nor any child that came from them. Nor another Stark, if he could help it.

He tipped his chin, and brushed his lips against her cheek. "So ... what shall we do first when we get to Winterfell? I shall rely entirely on your good taste."
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[personal profile] tallasaking 2015-01-24 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Well he was not expecting that, those soft lips brushing across his cheeks. He makes a soft noise, low, glad that he did not whimper as her lips brushed over his eyelids, down across his broken nose, over the scar. His hands, stubby fingers still stained with ink, go to rest on her arms, stroking that soft material of her robe.

Those hands still, as her lips pressed to his. Sweet tasting lips, and he makes another soft noise, but he doesn't crush this winter rose. He lets it blossom, lets his eyes close and his breath quicken. Lets her lead this dance. He is not ... taking what he wants. He is ... receiving what she is willing to give.
Edited 2015-01-24 20:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] tallasaking 2015-03-10 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
He sighed out a long breath as her mouth moved away from his, after the sweet taste of her tongue and the warm glide of their mouths moving together. He looked up at her and felt that surge as he so often did, of lust and just pure want.

She looked at him, as if she was waiting for him to tell him to stop. He cupped her cheek and drew her mouth to his, kissing her back as hungrily as he was able, without frightening his suddenly fierce lady wolf.
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[personal profile] tallasaking 2015-03-17 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
He eases back, a little, remembering that she had the less experience between the two of them. Just because he was a ravening beast of a man did not mean he got to ravage the wolf maiden. He softened his mouth, running his stubby fingers through those long red tresses slowly.

He sighed as she touched his chest, trying not to think of his misshapen body.
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[personal profile] tallasaking 2015-03-17 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He can already feel his body reacting those kisses reacting to those kisses, and those touches, and he closes his eyes tight to make sure he doesn't go completely mad. He opens them to find her looking back at him, and he exhales, nodding his head a little. He is fine, more than.

He winces, only a little, when she pulls the boots off, and her question catches him slightly off-guard. "Some ... but they always do. Sad little things, aren't they?" His mouth twisted a little, "Good thing I exercise my mind a great deal more regularly."
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[personal profile] tallasaking 2015-03-18 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
He makes a little noise that he hopes is a groan and not a whimper, but it does feel exquisitely good to have those muscles worked over by slender fingers. He tched softly, "Lady Wolf, your legs are glorious. Tall, fair and strong, just like their owner ... I should like to worship them later if I may."

Did that come out as a purr? It might have.

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