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

[oathbreaker]

[ news has just reached jaime, i guess, that cersei is marrying robert, of all people. so here he is, waiting for her, when she walks into her chambers, arms folded. ]

Is it true?

[brotherfucker]

[She stops dead for the briefest of moments (he's the only one who can throw her off like that) but recovers, shutting the door tight behind herself.] Yes.

Don't you see? [She goes to him, then, smiling.] It will be as it was supposed to be, before. I'll be queen, and we'll be together.

[oathbreaker]

[ his eyes scan her smile for a moment, only the faintest trace of one at the edge of his lips as he moves to his hands to her waist. ]

Strange. In my fantasies of how it's supposed to be, I don't seem to recall you fucking Robert Baratheon.

[brotherfucker]

[Eyeroll.] Robert, Rhaegar, what's the difference? We knew Father was going to marry me off one way or the other. [She doesn't like it, but she's known it her whole life and doesn't see the point in fighting it. And as choices go...well, Robert's not quite as beautiful as Rhaegar, but he's close.]

[oathbreaker]

[ it's one thing to know it's coming, but it's quite another to be on the eve of it ]

Like so much chattel.

[brotherfucker]

[Her expression closes off a little at that, and she steps away, no longer touching or letting him touch her. She doesn't want to be reminded any more than he.]

Take it up with Father if it disturbs you so.

[oathbreaker]

Ah, yes, now there's a conversation I foresee going frightfully well.

[brotherfucker]

Don't be a fool, Jaime.

[oathbreaker]

Is there a different word for a man who's in love with another man's wife? Here I thought I should start getting used to the term.

[brotherfucker]

[She just rolls her eyes at that, crossing her arms.] You agreed to this, Jaime. That it would be good. [After she manipulated him into it but still.]

[oathbreaker]

I did, didn't I?

Perhaps we should be drinking a toast instead, then?

[brotherfucker]

[She just huffs and glares over her shoulder. He is, of course, being deliberately obtuse.]

[Adulthood doesn't really sit well on either of them, does it? Cersei thinks she'd like to go back to being thirteen, just for a little while.]

[oathbreaker]

At least you're a wedding and a bedding away from where you've always belonged: on a throne.

[brotherfucker]

[...she does like the idea that she belongs on a throne. Because she does, doesn't she? She's always been a queen among the lions, and the thought makes her lift her head a little higher.]

And you will be with me. As we are meant to be.

[oathbreaker]

No throne for me, sweet sister. My knees, it seems, were never meant to be given a respite.

[brotherfucker]

You know what I meant, Jaime. Please, let's not worry ourselves before it is time. [As she says it, she's advancing on him, with that lioness look he knows well.]

[oathbreaker]

A focus on celebration, then. [ he watches her approach with a tiny smirk, glad to know that for this moment at least, she remains his and only his. ]

[brotherfucker]

small>[She is his and he is hers. That's the only thought in her mind as she reaches for him, pulling him down to kiss him. She isn't tender about it so much as soft, meaning to draw him in.]

[oathbreaker]

[ there's not so much hesitance in his lack of response at first, so much as a desire to make her work for it. he enjoys knowing exactly what she intends, her seductive entreaties that are so familiar after all these long years. his eyes remain half-open, lidded, as he watches her, raising one hand to her cheek, and when he can no longer restrain himself from giving into her enticements, his lips capture hers with a sudden swell of possessive desire. ]

[brotherfucker]

[She makes a soft sound of desire when he's finally kissing her, really kissing her. She still closes her eyes when they kiss, the last remnants of girlish naivete and thinking life is a song; the young girl should kiss with her eyes closed. Her arms come up around his neck, holding him close to her.]

[oathbreaker]

[ the kiss doesn't regain any gentleness at all, as he draws her nearer as if he could make her a physical part of him, something that could never be divided from his side again. his lips break off from hers to make a demand in her ear: ] Tell me you'll be thinking of me every time he takes you in his drunken reveries and fits of debauchery.

[brotherfucker]

I will. [The promise comes breathless and hushed as she drags her fingers through his hair.] Only you, brother, my sweet brother.

[oathbreaker]

[ he lets out a shuddering breath against her neck, and buries his lips against her shoulder. ]

[brotherfucker]

[She kisses his neck, both hands holding his hair now, and clutches him close, as if she could join them into one just standing here.]