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Otherwordly Meme

Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)

2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body.

It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.

3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

Comments

[wolfhead]

Then if it's all the same to you, I think my family would prefer the old gods.

[ And so would he, if he's honest. He leans back on the bench and stares up at the blue sky overhead, trying to figure out what there is to say now. He doesn't feel like much of a king; just very confused and tired and, sickeningly, a bit relieved. ]

Sometimes I just wish the gods would let us take a breather. Even for a moment.

[ That's another crack in his armor. A glance into the person he is behind the dour, winter king. ]

[thekittenqueen]

Perhaps the old gods will be kinder.

[After two deaths and little stability, she is exhausted as well. He isn't the only one who wants the war and chaos to end. Unlike him, however, she doesn't have the luxury of returning home. Home was entirely dependent on what she managed to make in the world.]

There are moments when I think they do. [There were glimmers of hope and happiness in the future. Small, perhaps, but something. Once they were married, he might find a bit of peace.] You won't have to suffer it all alone. Perhaps that will make it more bearable?

[wolfhead]

I hope it does.

[ Tired. That's all he is. He wants his old life back, but that's never going to happen. So instead he's going to have to build a new one and hope against hope for the best. Even if the gods have decided to disappoint him on more then one occasion. ]

I... should speak to my mother. And my council. So we can start preparing. The sooner the better, I think.

[ He's pushing to his feet, because he's going to do this now, while he still feels like he has the energy for it. ]

[thekittenqueen]

[She rises as well, sensing that not only the audience is at an end, but so is his patience. In time, she hoped that she could learn to read him and find the means to ease his burden. These were early days yet.]

I will wait to speak to my family until tomorrow. It will give you the chance to speak to your mother and council. [It would let him save face should he change his mind, which part of her expected him to do.]

Send me if there is anything you wish to discuss, your grace.

[wolfhead]

Thank you.

[ A part of him thinks he might be making a mistake. Another part of him urges him to simply press on; make this happen and make everything work out for the best. ]

I'll... send you a note once things have been decided.

[ A pause and then he bows a bit stiffly, as if he's unsure how formal he ought to be. ]

Thank you for your words, Lady Tyrell. I'll see you soon, I imagine.

[ And then he's off, mind swirling with far too many thoughts. ]

/End Scene

[thekittenqueen]

[She watches him walk away, feeling as uncertain and bewildered as him. the reason for their meeting had taken a drastic turn and this easy retreat he wanted had become so much more complicated.

Yet there was no going back for her. Her existence and her family's depended on this marriage. Whatever the others might say, she needed to become his wife and queen.

The cycle was beginning again and she had to put her trust in the gods...and in him.]