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Protect
![]() ♔protect♘ You're a someone on a dangerous quest, a hero in a not-so-easy spot, a royal, or maybe even the last of your kind who will bring about the Earth's redemption. Whatever the case may be, you're valuable, and you're in a position that may be a bit dicey if you attract the wrong kind of attention. And you're the protector, the only person who can keep that erstwhile hero or heroine out of harm's way. Somehow, you've been roped into protecting this person, whether it be through your loyalty to them or someone close to you, a mission, or a promised reward. You'll be rewarded, of course. The work may be cut out for you, but just do your job, keep your head down, and it'll go smooth. Except, as things get more perilous and truths are revealed, the two of you break the bounds of protector/protected or guide/guided and feelings may begin to flourish. Being in such close quarters may get you to see the other in a different light, and saving someone's life just may be the ultimate form of intimacy. Could this be the real danger? To feel so strongly for the one you've sworn to protect...are you compromised? ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ »1. Comment with your character and preferences, being sure to put if you want to play the protector, the protected, or either. Also, you may want to put if you prefer fluffy, angsty, or smutty interaction - or have no preference. |
Robb Stark | Game of Thrones/ASOIAF | OTA
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Don't worry. I'll cut down these bastards before they'll draw another breath. [He was a Stark and Starks did not back down.]
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[Robb spoke through gritted teeth, trying to determine if he could find something to bandage himself and help his father. He was worthless on the ground, and couldn't stomach the thought if his father got hurt because of him.]
Let me help.
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No, you can barely stand. I don't want to lose you, Robb. I'll take care of these dogs. [Ned gripped his sword hilt tightly and then ran in to take on two of the Wildlings. He managed to punch one in the face with his pommel, knocking him to the ground, the other he kicked in the guts, then sliced the man's neck open.]