Clever and Pretty

FemmesAFacettes

A Multi-Muse RP Blog Penned by Rey, Featuring Muses such as:

Eve from Lucifer

Margaery Tyrell from A Song of Ice and Fire & Game of Thrones

Cinder Fall from RWBY

And more!

Edward decided to take a seat next to Margaery, after accepting the card from her and taking in the design of the card. Elegant and functional. He could appreciate that. 

Before he answered, he flipped the card over. Force of habit, to leave no stone (card) unturned. “If this is a peace offering,” he flapped bedroom list number 2 in her gently in her direction, smirking, “consider it accepted. Who knows? It may even happen.”

He nodded in the direction of some bottles that were placed near the wall. “Drink?” Not that he drank often - the magic he did and the way he did it required a clear mind and focus. But if he was sure that he would be left alone for some downtime, he could appreciate some good whiskey or gin.

“I suppose I can take a small beverage,” Margaery smiled and nodded as she crossed her legs, “And yes. A peace offering. Consider the card a redeemable voucher, as well.  Tonight. Tomorrow. Two weeks. After a bad day if you need a pick me up. Just tell me if you have a special preference for outfit. I have a selection of favorite costumes for my show.”

All he’d wanted to know was where Margaery Tyrell was at the moment so that he could make the finishing touches on the golem that was supposed to be his copy and take it to his office without anyone else knowing what he was doing. He certainly hadn’t wanted a certain young Tyrell waylaying him, especially now that she knew about magic.

Even if he was the Grand Magus and she was simply a Neophyte who didn’t know much. Yet.

But it seemed that their on-again/off-again flirtation was still afoot. And maybe he could still use it to his advantage.

[sms] Is that even an appropriate question to ask? Lol. [sms] Jumper, pants. Were you expecting something else?

Thank Maddox for insisting on showing his father how to teen-speak…so to speak. Thinking that that might have come across as curt, Edward shook his head and added:

[sms] ;)

[sms] Do you think I’m someone who cares one way or other about appropriate? [sms] And I’ve stopped guessing with you. Could be one of your unfair black shirts with the top buttons undone. Could be a proper suit. Could be robes with nothing under it. [sms] Disclaimer that last is only theory. It was a weird night and I could have made a lot of incorrect conclusions.

Margaery laughed a bit as she laid back to look over her text messages. She could have kept it up.

Bronn was trying to get his head around about her being here. Especially when he knew she had been dead. Then things happened around here and elsewhere that you wouldn’t expect to happen. He watched as she leaned against the wall and he stood there, thinking about what he was going to do.

“Okay…I will do it.“ He said. “But I don’t anyone knowing it was me. Especially her brothers.“ Bronn told him. They both had reasons to not like her for reasons, but they could easily turn on him if they found out what he had done, if this goes ahead, to Cersei.

"I wouldn’t dream of revealing your actions. And if you’re uncomfortable with the prospect, I shan’t force you to. I simply know I won’t be able to reach her without help, and it was once your trade,”

He chuckled a bit at her opening comment to his flirtation. Considering the children of Aphrodite he grew up with, it was interesting to see some Roman counterpart. “My calculating seduction are saved for missions, this is more of…a stretched olive branch. You’re beautiful, but you know that. As I know I’m beautiful, but I thank you in fortifying what I know.” 

“Yeah, I give Jackson many props even if I don’t think he really considered everything he was asking for. A brother of mine I haven’t even met yet is apparently assigned in making a shrine or alter for all of the gods, poor devil. He’s got his hands full. Chiron asked me to come as a representative of Camp Half-Blood but also because he thinks my knowledge of the subject will help. I didn’t stay in Camp Half-Blood and managed to…” well he can’t say survived if he’s been killed and resurrected, can he? That felt like dropping too my at the first meeting. Though he was tempted to play the ‘Child of Zeus’ card in a harder way, just because being in New Rome…in Camp Jupiter, some weird instincts to…take charge. But he’s got some finesse and some grace and knows how politics of the modern world. “For those that weren’t born Roman, who managed to live past 16 and didn’t want to live their lives as camp councilors or stay hidden away on an island, I provided an out.”

“My company, Knyte Corp, in the mortal eyes is a company that designs and sells aircrafts. We employ demigods and other homeless teens, kids, adults, whoever has been affected by the supernatural world in some way to have…credit, tax forms, a place to live, insurance, medical…so I have a few candidates you might want to review. Though I hope the discovery of Greeks wasn’t too much of a shock otherwise some of the residents I house might really shock you.” 

“And I never really bonded with other half siblings. We were all too busy apparently falling for one great prophecy or something…I’d much rather get to work with you. Maybe impress and entice you? Maybe annoy and anger you. I’ve seen some of the fury in the children of Aphrodite…and it’s kinda very sexy.But I might just have a thing for danger.” He said with a smirk. 

“Oh, Chiron is one I feel for. He must be overwhelmed by all this. I haven’t had the chance to meet him, but I’d like to,” Margaery sipped her coffee again, and listened closely. Absorbing information.

Much of which she hadn’t previously known. She raised a brow, surprised, and her expression became a smile. It was genuine and appreciative.

“Sounds like you and I are in the same business, but you’re better situated, already have a system in place. I’d certainly like to help you with that. I’ve been trying to help find our fellow demigods as well, but even once I do, I have to get them to Camp Halfblood-or here.”

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Independent Daario Naharis RP Blog, Show Based with Book Influence

               he felt very on the spot at that moment  , for them to await some kind of reaction from the king against his lady  ,                but it seemed he truly was in good spirit that day  ,                a simply shrug of his shoulders as he used his foot to kick to goblet away  &&  raise his hand to dismiss his uncle from their gathering,                  returning to her side  ,                 lips curled upwards as he took her in .         ‘ how truly good you are to me . ‘ with words his hand took to cheek  ,               fingers running over her cheekbones for a moment before it dropped  &&  his gaze returned to those around them bidding on the next of the entertainment becoming seated once again.                      ‘ do you think they will enjoy their married life as much as we will ? ‘ his question came with a grin at his lips  ,                    a glance cast to the girl that almost became seated at his side  &&   the uncle who was now married to her .                  it was all too amusing for him to watch  ,              but he also had reason for them being close at all times  ,                   there was much hatred for the king  ,             &&  it was better to have those that posed a threat to be close at hand ensuring he could keep close watch of them  &&  ensure they weren’t ever up to something ..

I hope not. But Margaery didn’t say that out loud. She hoped Tyrion and Sansa were happier. She’d felt fear seize her heart when he touched her cheek, half expecting him to strike her.

Think of the people you can help. Her eyes flicked back to the other couple. Like Sansa, who didn’t have to marry Joffrey because of Margaery’s appearance.

“I wish them every happiness,” Margaery deflected the comment diplomatically, smiling at Joffrey like a dutiful wife. False adoration. A tactic she’d mastered years prior. Though, she hadn’t had to use it much since.