May 31, 2014
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allyriaofthereach
send me urls to blogs you want to see me rp with!
I…have not heard of this player. :) I’ll have to look it up!
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"Oh, you are /adorable!/ ...What are you doing here in a brothel, kitty...?" Lyr grinned, kneeling down so she was at the cat's level...
The cat purred happily at the girl, tail swishing idly.
"Is that what this place is? Interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever been in one before…" She tilted her head, azure eyes scanning the room briefly before looking back to the girl. "Oh, but you smell lovely! Who might you be?”
✎ xx Allyria
theme: Survival | plot: An Illness | includes: Wretched Excess
[… oh boy.]
Seattle Sprawl, UCAS, 2077. Life isn’t always what it seems to be in the Sprawl. Sure, there are cushy Corp jobs which make you a legit citizen, but even then you’re a Wage Slave. Wherever there’s light, there are shadows, and that’s where we run, Omae. We’re the dirty little secret that every Corp despises and depends on. We’re the only ones who know what’s really going on in the world. SINless and free, but mostly just scraping by.Â
And there’s always that one piece of drek that decides the city would be just a little bit nicer if some “unsavory” elements were wiped out. Times like this a corp payday don’t matter. Times like this you want to make sure all your shots are up to date, chummer. Times like this… you had better hope Dandelion isn’t about to show up, because if he does, then, well…Â
"May you live in interesting times" is as much a curse as it is a blessing, omae. Welcome to the Shadows.
She glared at him quietly from across the room. She'd seen the way he'd looked at that girl...that other girl with the gorgeous golden-blonde hair and the huge teats. She'd glanced down at herself at the time, taking in her own plain brown hair, her nearly-flat chest...dammit! "...Why did you chose me, hmm?" xx Allyria
He'd looked rather wistfully at the blonde walking by. The one who he'd tried several times to get the attention of, always simple, casual, and backing off when she rebuffed him. He knew who she was with. It wouldn't last. Ah well. Her loss, he supposed.
He nearly jumped when he heard Lyr's voice at his side. He raised an eyebrow as he regarded her. He knew that tone, and that particular question. Felt a bit like he had a 12-gauge pointed at him. He had best choose his next words carefully.
"Because you're beautiful. Inside and out." A simple statement, and an honest one. Cute freshman moving into the same building as his sister, and being forced to exchange numbers by the same sister... and it had worked. She was... She was just right. Whatever he'd had or could have had with anyone else didn't matter. He might look, but he wasn't dead, after all. He had what he wanted and he made that clear by slipping his arm around her and pulling her into his lap, where she fit perfectly.
briars xxallyria
Briers:Envy
She sat alone in the cafeteria and ate in silence. She was seething. A rage that had no direction or reason. Everything had just added up to make the day unpleasant in general. Listening to the upper-middle-class girl complain that her daddy had only given her $500 to buy her summer wardrobe that year. That had been the start of it. Then there was watching Camilla Reese strut around in the very dress that she'd had her eye on for ages and when she'd finally seen it go on sale, it wasn't in her size. Anywhere. The gaggle of giggling bimbos that surrounded the boy she had a crush on, all vying for his attention when it was clearly on the girl sitting beside him whom she knew had been cheating on him the whole year and he would hear nothing of it.
She was poor. She was undesirable. She was very much the bottom rung. She huffed and focused on her sandwich. At least she wasn't wanting for food. Someday. Someday she would have it all. Someday she would have everything and those stupid shits would have nothing and they'd sit around and wonder where it all went wrong. Someday she'd come back for her school reunion and be better than all of them. Someday she would have the last laugh...Â
Someday couldn't come soon enough...
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Petyr
There is far too much I can say that would inflate your ego... So I will say this. You are an amazing and utterly fascinating man. Thus, I wear the mockingbird.
Allyria
You are far too sweet to be in your profession. You are too pretty, too smart... You are special, you are amazing, and you are worth so much more than anyone seems to think. You deserve so much better...Â
Varys
Yours is the only other arm I would prefer to be on in the entirety of King's Landing. Much as I know it will irk you, I'm sure you can guess who the other gentleman is.Â
Her blush deepened as he offered to escort her, more in shame than anything else. What man, highborn or otherwise, would wish to be seen escorting a whore to a brothel? None. “I…if you truly wish, but there’s no honor in my destination.” People, for the most part, didn’t bother her. The light silks that easily came undone marked her profession, and the dagger at her hip marked her willingness to defend herself. It was a flimsy defense at best, but there was some honor in the streets. “I…I work at a brothel.” Her voice was a bare whisper at the confession, cheeks crimson with her embarrassment.
He would have asked if she were a devotee of the Savored Sting, save that the girl wasn't wearing yellow and black, nor did she have anything else on her that marked her as an acolyte of Calistria. Still, whether she was or not, that was enough to earn his respect. Oh if only he'd managed to get as far as Quent! He might have stayed in the Shackles. Instead he smiled softly.
"And I'm a homeless beggar at this point, but the least I can do is make sure you get back safely. Never underestimate a desperate and unscrupulous man." He did not mind that she was a whore. Perhaps that she was so young to be one, but then again, he'd seen women who looked far younger at other Calistrian brothels. He offered his arm. Let people talk. Not like he enjoyed much standing anyway, given what he was. "Let their tongues wag. Doesn't bother me, none."
A letter sealed in blue wax, and hastily written...
Malageth and Allyria,
Darling children, I am glad that we have sent you north to stay with the rest of House Likhanevala. My fears have come to pass. Dren hesitated on the information that I gave him and it has given Sethrin time to act. He has discredited his elder brothers and broken the line of succession.Â
Worse still, he has accused Dren, Khain, Rivh, Gren, Anen, Petyr, and me of treason. He has evidence to back his claims. It is circumstantial and false, yet it is enough to do the damage. He cannot execute us. He has chosen instead to send us into exile.
As I write this, everything in the house is being packed. This letter will reach you just before the few friends that remain to me arrive with what we could not feasibly take with us. Relkus will know what will need to be stored and where. We must be out of the city by sunset or be killed on sight.
We are Outlaw. We cannot come to Vos-tai. It would bring dishonor upon the house. I have few doubts that Sethrin intends to send assassins after us. Relkus will know how to divine if we are still safe and breathing, so have no worries there.Â
Do not fret. I have a plan. I always do. We need to lose any assassins quickly before I can act on the knowledge I possess. When it is safe, when honor is ours again, when we are secure, then I will send for you. Keep each other safe. Stay in Vos-tai. I love you both dearly, do not forget that.
The sun relents not.Â
~Tiloa
