and when dusk had fell upon the capital , lysa took her leave from the tavern she had holed up in , mug of whatever unsatisfactory piss - like booze still clutched in her hand as she wandered to meet this handmaiden .
half of lysa +
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wondered if this was some ploy , but the other half knew ivanna’s near desperation for .. the thrill and temptation , was far too great to ever truly turn her in . now , getting caught , would be a +
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the blood clings to you, i've learned. all those little choices, and all of those lives. you cannot quantify the guilt; and no matter how the years yawn on, you cannot wash it off. it clings to you. it clings.
“ pft . ain’t ever going to be some fucking coward .” wounded , truly , insulted that she would even suggest such a thing , even if it was in a teasing manner .
adjusting to newfound empty lap ever so slightly , +
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she didn’t need to admit it when her invitation was as good as an admission . lofty grin still pulled across her tiers .
“ and for yer uncle to have another reason to hang my head above the city walls .ᐣ” scoffed , +
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sauntering up the long hall , hand loosely resting upon sheath looped upon her belt . perhaps a warning , perhaps caution . even a greyjoy as seasoned as she , was on edge when stepping +
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~ a single step toward the other with a curt nod. “ i expect you’re thirsty. ”
foot on bear isle , .. rare did it ever end well .
lysa was perhaps the worst of them all , quick to anger , quick to react , and even quicker to draw her sword , and spill blood . stepping into enemy territory +
“ aye , maybe i have , maybe i ain’t .” tongue skims lower brim , savouring said taste for a brief moment . “ could say the same for yerself .” blinking upwards , through long lashes .
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grasp around waste that was once chaste , now tightens a little harsher against the delicate silks ; contrasting to the salt - worn digits lingering . little time to even smirk in satisfaction before brims were brought upon one anothers .
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