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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
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I am moving and future responses and threads for Margaery will take place at my new multi!
Rekindle || Margaery & Edward
openxstrings:
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.”
She visibly relaxed. Okay. It seemed like they were in good standing now. Margaery leaned back again and giggled softly. “Sorry. about ambushing you here. Wasn’t sure how else to catch you.”
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Late Night Texts
openxstrings:
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.
[sms] Are you busy? Am I distracting you? Or should I drop another bread crumb to entertain your evening?
...my castle for...
brxnnxftheblackwater:
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,”
Margaery bowed her head, and she even curtsied. “How should we best communicate for future arrangements?”
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orionknytechildofzeus:
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.”
“And ah, I don’t think you really want to see me angry,” Margaery smiled wryly, “I’ve always felt my mother is underestimated given her unusual parantage. But yes, I think we can work together-and I’m impressed.”
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pater-leonum:
Jaime sighed heavily again as he lifted the cup and sipped it. He leaned back against the chair a little heavier after he topped off the wine. He rolled his neck and rubbed at his eyes with his middle finger and thumb, his head tilted upward. His heart seized and ached when she said that Joffrey was dead. He swallowed thickly and leaned forward and quickly swallowed a large mouthful of wine.
And then she mentioned Tyrion and Tommen and he poured another cup and downed it. He was starting to feel like Cersei and her ever present goblet of wine. He shook his head, “No…no I don’t believe he did it. Tyrion wouldn’t hurt m….Cersei…like that…And he loves his nephews and niece..”
“I didn’t think so. I know he threatened him at his own wedding, but that was different. Horribly, I appreciated it at the time. Lady Sansa was already shaken, Joffrey was being...inappropiate. But Tyrion had also already had a considerable amount of wine.”
You never thought I’d let you marry that monster, would you?
“Poison isn’t Tyrion’s style, anyway,” She took a breath, “I imagine the best way to prove him innocent is to figure out he would have done it-and prove that he didn’t. I mean, alternatively, we find out who really did it. That might be more difficult.”
“...I’m sorry for your loss of your nephew,” Margaery glanced over at Jaime, “If I can help prevent the loss of your brother as well, I would like to. I know losing one of my brothers would hurt me terribly, I don’t wish that upon you.”
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openxstrings:
It had been some time since Edward had managed to be surprised. His businesses and investments were at first assets, and then simply came to be tools as he shifted his pursuit to not just wielding magic, but being magic itself. Well-paid secretaries and PAs all but ran his investments and philanthropy. His public appearances were only when he needed to make them, or if he saw an opening for more information.
Money. He could afford to donate billions. Money was still equal to time, equal to effort, and money given freely back into the world was just one part of the sacrifice he made doing magic without more timely tributes.
That life was passive, was at the back of his mind. And when Margaery had brought up that she was investigating him in the way of a human journalist, he’d not known how to respond. The out she gave him by excusing herself was good for him to regroup.
The second time he was surprised - again - was the same Tyrell’s appearance at the after-party meant for initiation of Neophytes. It had been decades since he’d been in the position of the lowest rung of the Order, and he’d taken his attention off of it.
Big mistake, and one which rankled him.
“Only partly.” Edward managed a smile that he felt was almost more teeth than smile. “Takes more than just magic to have good business acumen. Like yourself. If I’d known you were part of the initiation, I would have paid more attention.” He shifted himself to face her more squarely, leaning in quite deliberately, sure that the eyes of everyone was on them. “Our organization has gained a talent with you joining us. ”
Oh. Okay. Well. Then. That seemed to settle everything. Also suddenly the world was beginning to spin. “Well. You’re not wrong,” Margaery attempt to sit up straight to face him, her head swimming. She may have had too much. “And you have very pretty eyes. But I think I just found out ‘drinking heavily’ is not one of my talents. You’re unfairly handsome sir. I should. Probably. Get back to my apartment now. Call an uber to get me back...”
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mombeavty:
The princess takes the offered arm, a gentle pace set between the two as they walk and talk; she enjoys being back home, and she is relieved that despite having been away, she still remember all the halls and steps, even if the gardens have blossomed. “Ser Loras is always a funny man, m’lady.“ She remembers him briefly from seeing him in a tournament, she is glad he will be there, perhaps she could steal a dance and have fun of her own. “Oh, I heard he had been injured and became a horse breeder. It is a shame. A wedding is a special occasion.“ She had heard so many tales of the Tyrell brothers, it would be a shame not to meet them all.
But she does not want to sound too greedy or too interested, her mother would not be pleased. “I wish I could visit Highgarden soon. Perhaps my mother could be persuaded to allow me stay there if I am to return to Dorne.” She isn’t sure of that. Her mother had never wanted her to leave in the first place, and if she could, the betrothal could be cancelled. And Myrcella smiles, thinking of raindbows and gardens and gallant knights. “It sounds very lovely, m’lady.”
“If it was for my mother, I would never have a husband.“ Her mother loves her dearly and Myrcella does the same. But she is like any girl, and she wishes for gallant romances and a husband, though she would prefer someone of her choosing. “Uncle Tyrion is always pragmatic, though I see he might want to be a nuisance to mother. But he is smart. Perhaps smarter than most people give him credit.“ Sure, they say he is clever, but he is more clever than they let him be, and that might be his best weapon. Myrcella would love to be like that.
"You’re quite learned. Injured, works with horses. He’s a wonderful man. I wish he could have been coaxed-he’ll be disappointed he missed Oberyn.”
Margaery smiled gently, squeezing Myrcella’s arm. “That said, I should think I get you a dance with Loras.” While nothing would result if she sought romance, Loras was a wonderful dancer, and could make sure the princess enjoyed the party.
“Do you already have a dress picked out? If not I know a seamstress who is simply divine, It will definitely catch the eye of potential...friendships for rainy days.” She gave an almost wicked grin to the younger woman then.
pater-leonum:
“Thank you.” Jaime reached for the goblet of wine and poured a glass for them both out of courtesy. He picked up his own glass and sipped it. “No, I don’t believe I feel sick…as for injury, I don’t believe I have that either,” he thought for a moment. Some times he’d get pain in the stump where his hand used to be. It used to be enough to bring tears to his eyes, but he’d gotten better at ignoring the feeling. “So I suppose I’m the third option. Exhausted.”
“That doesn’t surprise me all that much, given everything that’s been going on.”
Margaery sighed heavily, thoughtful as she sat beside the fireplace herself with her glass. She pulled her dark shawl over her shoulder-mourning. She was a widow again. Worse was a guilty feeling-she felt relieved she wasn’t Joffrey’s wife.
“Everything has been so chaotic since the wedding,” Margaery sighed heavily, “Sansa, missing. Joffrey dead. The new coronation for Tommen. And I’m sure you’ve been visiting your brother.”
Ever so slightly, she tensed. Her conversation with her grandmother replayed in her head. The unspoken haunting almost as much as what she’s said
“...Do you believe he did it?”
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bstdking:
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.
She imagined she’d be using it a lot more from then on in. She was Joffrey’s wife now. There were expectations. Requirements. Duties. She busied herself assisting with the carving of the pie for the servants to pass out, smiling brightly and bowing her head to her new husband.
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Herc occasionally visited the United States, mainly to check on those families of now-deceased Jaeger pilots. It wasn’t something that he was obliged to do, but since he’d been the last acting Marshal of the PPDC, and since he hadn’t been able to do his job of dying with his son as a Ranger, this was something he thought he could fulfill, at least.
The university’s campus ground was still not as crowded as he’d expected, as he walked around waiting for the LaRues to look for their granddaughter. Kennedy LaRue, who had been co-pilot of Hydra Corinthian alongside Stephanie Lanphier, had had a surviving brother and niece. It’d be good to meet one more of them.
He had noticed some strange and curious looks cast his way, but figured that he just looked out of place here or something, his mind ignoring the, “Mr. Coventry! Edward!” that was called out by someone rather nearby him, until he felt a tap on his arm and turned.
Before him stood a young woman with chestnut hair, the expression on her face one of familiarity. “Hey, good to meet you. You must be Kim LaRue? Your grandparents are around somewhere.”
“I almost didn’t recognize you!” Margaery laughed as she caught up with him, “I have to say Edward, you look much sexier without the full beard...” She reached up to touch his jaw and trace his stubble before she heard and registered his words. She blinked, wondering what game Edward was playing as she drew her hand back.
“No, pretty sure my grandmother isn’t around. You don’t look nearly worried enough. Is something wrong with your eyes, or are you messing with me, Edward? It’s me, Margaery, you ass.” She reached out and smacked his arm slightly, “Also you should like. Never wear long sleeves again. Damn.”
