Bylines Gone By

“Nope.”

Strolling over to the couch, Dacey collapsed onto it, smirking over at Lynesse. She really did enjoy knowing more than Lynesse did, and was relishing the moment.

“My sister, Lyra, is in London. We have to get her first, then come up with a plan to get the fuck out of here.”

Jorah gave Dacey a warning look before turning to Lynesse. "You can put your things in the spare room down the hall. Dacey's stationed in the living room--for monitoring purposes, it's better if we're spread out at night--and we sleep in shifts. If you can't handle your own shift, you can stay awake with me during mine--" no way in hell was he putting her with Dacey for that "--but no one sleeps a full night." He watched her face for a reaction. "Everyone contributes."

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It could be any other woman, any other, and Lynesse would make Jorah put her aside, but not Dacey. She was his favourite, his sweet cousin. Not even during their marriage had seen him angry or upset with her. And Dacey always made sure Lynesse felt more uncomfortable in their farm than the place did by itself. Lynesse started to wonder if her idea was wise. “You didn’t have another choice” she told herself, still holding a smile on her lips. No she wouldn’t give Dacey the sweet taste of that. “Downstairs as I promised” She jingled the car key.

#ooc: omg barb i'm sorry for that last comment #except I'M NOT EVEN SORRY #AHAHAHAHAHHAHAA #with dacey mormont #with lynesse hightower

Jorah took the keyring from her without ceremony, pocketing it. "Good, thank you. What else did you bring? Medical supplies can go to Dacey--she's the closest we've got to a doctor and she'll distribute any sort of treatment as she sees fit."

He couldn't help smirking at his ex-wife. "And I've a handle on our firearm supply. I know how much you like the idea of me with a loaded gun."

She'd admitted once during a trip to Lewis that the sight of him with a gun was a turn-on and he hadn't forgotten.

#OOC: Lemon and Dana - should I start a thread for Baelor and the guys?#also I can't stop giggling over Loras ready to take out the whole world with his baseball bat <3333

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“Thank you” she said, with no arrogance in her voice, and a shadow of a smile appeared on her lips.

The apartment was small for her standards but Lynesse couldn’t deny that the furniture had a certain style. Jorah’s style.

That was when her eyes met another woman in the room.

She shouldn’t be so surprised to find Dacey Mormont with him. They had always been so close.

Lynesse smiled, her cynic and pretty smile, and turned to Jorah, “So this is your partner?”

"It is." He smirked back at her, already feeling himself falling into the familiar pattern of jests and thinly veiled hostility that had so colored the end of their marriage. "I'm not sure what you were expecting..."

He closed the door behind her as she stepped into the apartment.

"Dacey," he said, "You remember Lynesse."

As if she'd ever forget, but Jorah wasn't quite sure how else to put it. It had been five years since the divorce, but they'd been married for nearly eight before that. Dacey had been a teenager during that time.

#ooc: lemon i re-sent/replied to your ask #lmk if it actually went through this time!

Lynesse checked the address again. “You have to be joking” she pursed her lips. Unfortunately, he wasn’t. This time he had exceeded the limits of bad taste, and that was something, considering that Jorah always had terrible choices for… almost everything. Still inside the car, Lynesse looked outside for zombies. She didn’t want to have another unexpected meeting. At least safety wasn’t something she could complain about his building. Lynesse smirked at her reflection in the car mirror. She made sure her long blond hair looked no less than perfect. “Let’s find out who is his partner.” That almost made her laugh, before grabbing Tregar’s gun. No. It was her gun now.

Carefully, she came out of the car and entered the building. The lights were off, Lynesse had no choice but climb the stairs with the gun in hand. She waited untill her breath was regular again, to knock on his door.

Jorah sighed and glanced briefly at Dacey, who was on the couch still giving him a look, before he went to the door. He opened it and looked at his ex-wife, who he hadn't seen in five years.

"...Lynesse," he murmured.

He knew he'd aged in five years--the last few months alone had been hard on him, since his career tanked. Yet she looked mostly the same.

"You're...looking well."

Not at all like it was the middle of the end of the world. Her hair was perfectly done and it looked like she even had a fresh coat of lipstick on. As usual, he wasn't sure whether to love her or hate her for it. He chose neutrality for the moment.

"Come in..."

#OOC: perhaps naming my Baelor journal hightowered when Barb's Lynesse blog is hightowering was a bad idea #I AM ALREADY CONFUSING MYSELF #ahahahahahhaa #poor RP choices with Cassie

held to the past, too aware of the pending | lynesse hightower, dacey mormont (closed)

The apartment wasn't big enough for the three of them.

Jorah knew it when he'd told Lynesse to come over, but as they waited for her to arrive, the space seemed to grow even smaller.

It was two bedrooms, though Dacey had taken the living room for her space, so they weren't incredibly cramped...but personalities were bound to clash, especially under the circumstances. He wasn't just expecting it--he was counting on it.

Once they figured out more of a plan, they'd have to leave the apartment and the situation would grow even more uncomfortable...He rubbed his head with a hand. What the hell were you thinking? he asked himself for the umpteenth time.

But it was like he'd told Dacey--he couldn't have very well said no. Dammit, Lynesse. She would impose on his guilt during the end of the world. It was so typically her. Or the her he knew during their marriage.

Dacey didn't think the woman could have changed since then...but maybe. He sighed again and glanced at the time, getting up from the couch to pace around the living room.

Two hours had passed since his initial phone call with Lynesse and he was starting to get worried...but it was hard to get around the city--there were barriers and detours and places that didn't even exist any more, so that had to make travel more difficult than usual.

He hoped, despite everything, that nothing terrible had happened to her.

“Lynesse… is unchangeable. By anything.” She had to admire the tenacity of Lynesse’s self importance. “I can’t change your mind can I?” The car would useful, but her cousin’s ex-wife was irritating on a good day and these were not good days. Sighing softly, Dacey rubbed her temples. “Alright, fine!”

“No, ye won’t change my mind,” Jorah said.

He took a small sip from his flask before going on.

“She’ll make an effort. And I expect the same from you.” He spoke as if she were an errant child or teenager.

“I’ll try…” Try was the most she could promise, after all, and Lynesse wasn’t entirely horrible after all. Just extrememly annoying and difficult to deal with.

“But you might want to take the glock away from me if I get too annoyed looking. An annoyed Mormont with a gun is not a good thing.”

Jorah only gave her a reproachful look before getting up. Lynesse would be there soon...and suddenly he was faced with seeing his ex-wife for the first time in five years. During a zombie apocalypse no less. "Maybe you'll get lucky and she'll be eaten on her way over."

It was a flippant remark, one he didn't wish on Lynesse at all, but easier than focusing on the weight of the situation he'd just put them in.

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“Lynesse… is unchangeable. By anything.” She had to admire the tenacity of Lynesse’s self importance. “I can’t change your mind can I?” The car would useful, but her cousin’s ex-wife was irritating on a good day and these were not good days. Sighing softly, Dacey rubbed her temples. “Alright, fine!”

"No, ye won't change my mind," Jorah said.

He took a small sip from his flask before going on.

"She'll make an effort. And I expect the same from you." He spoke as if she were an errant child or teenager.

OOC - skype!

okay, I've been hearing about skype chats and that it's more convenient for some people and whatnot...so if anyone wants to reach me that way, for plotting Jorah, Maege or Baelor stuff, or chatting or just whatever, my username is ofbearisland.

I'm generally signed in to AIM (SerJorahMormont) more often than anything, but if there's Skype stuff going on, I can get on that as needed/wanted/whatever.

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Jorah sat down beside her with a sigh.

“She called me and she needed help,” he said. “D’you really think—even with all the shit she put me through—d’you really think I’m so cruel as to let her die off on her own?”

That and he still loved her. But…it was best not to bring that up.

“No. Not when you put it that way, I guess.”

The words are spoken into her hands and Dacey knows how Lynesse can get Jorah all wrapped up in her and just her. It was enough for him to betray them all once, to throw everything away. With a frustrated sigh, she looked over at Jorah, more frustrated than anything else.

“Ye didn’t even think to ask me, Jorah? Really?”

"Why, when I already knew what yer answer would be?" At least he was blunt about it.

He sighed. "Look, I know what yer thinkin' and just don't, all right? She's been married to someone else--who just died--and she--it's the end of the world, Dacey. People change when they're in times of crisis."

Lynesse hadn't sounded very changed over the phone, but that was beside the point.

“Fookin’…. fuck!” Her hands wave about in a spastic manner, and Dacey doesn’t know whether to laugh or scream. The whole fucking world is ending, and she can’t be spared Lynesse fucking Hightower, the former Mrs Mormont. “How… what… WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, JORAH MORMONT?” The woman could barely take care of herself on Lewis, how would she survive the zombies and being away from all her things.

“Goddamnit Jorah.” Groaning, Dacey just collapsed on the coach, head in hands.

Jorah sat down beside her with a sigh.

"She called me and she needed help," he said. "D'you really think--even with all the shit she put me through--d'you really think I'm so cruel as to let her die off on her own?"

That and he still loved her. But...it was best not to bring that up.

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Standing, Dacey walked over to Jorah, crossing her arms as she looked him over. “Now you look even shiftier. What are ye hiding from me Jorah.” He’d not mentioned who they were going to pick up, not even asked Dacey and the look on her face is frighteningly similar to her Mam’s when she’s angry. Moving closer to Jorah, she quirks a single eyebrow. “Who. Is. It. Jorah.” Somehow, she’s getting that horrible sinking sensation that it’ll be her, the woman who wrecked everything.

"She has a car and money," Jorah said, crossing his arms. He was still taller and broader than Dacey--she didn't much scare him physically, but that look. It was his aunt and his father all at once--stubborn, demanding, Mormont.

"And her husband got turned into a zombie and tried to eat her. She's clearly traumatized if she's calling me after five years. I couldn't bloody leave her to die."

He didn't have to say who she was.