just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.
1.  Drop a comment with one or more of your muses.  It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me.  If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2.  In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.  No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list.  If you leave it to me, it is likely that I will give you someone I haven't tried yet, haven't tried much, or haven't played in a long while.
3.  just rp with me.  if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse.  if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

jaime clearly sob what am i even

[oldfatwoman]

Jaime, sweetling! Come give your old auntie a hug.

[oathbreaker]

[ oh god. jaime gives her the tiniest of wry smiles, holding aloft one golden hand from where it rests around his wine cup ]

I'm afraid my embraces aren't quite as they used to be, Aunt.

[oldfatwoman]

Oh, nonsense. [Then she will just jerk him up from his chair and hug him tightly, drawing back to hold him by the shoulders and smile at him. Basically the stereotype of the overenthusiastic aunt, because Genna's good at that.] That golden hand paralyzes your entire arm, does it?

[oathbreaker]

[ his smile is tight, but he allows her to do what she must, if it makes her feel better. :| ] And yet it stops before it gets to my mouth, much to the annoyance of many of my detractors.

[oldfatwoman]

[It's mostly just entertaining. Where did you think you got your trolling? It wasn't Tywin.]

And it might do you good to listen more, sweet Jaime. Come along, then, help your old aunt with a chair.

[oathbreaker]

Now there's a challenge I'm up to. [ he'll go and fetch her the chair, such a nice boy. ]

[oldfatwoman]

Thank you, sweetling. [She pats his cheek and tugs his ear, then sits down, making a big show of how old and achy she is. Like she wouldn't run faster than Jaime if a dragon showed up.] What have you been up to since last we spoke, hmm?

[oathbreaker]

Are you quite certain you wouldn't rather I stick to discussing the weather? It's a much less dreary topic.