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He subjected his life to a series of c a t a c l y s m i c SHOCKS because he loved to hear his bones rattle. That was how he knew he was alive. Edric Storm. 26. Car Restorer. ASSOCIATE. BASTARD.

[simonlewis]

[thickdickgrayson]

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[stcrmybastard]

moon-and-sky-above​:

The red keep wasn’t an establishment Daenaerys frequented, the Targaryen preferring to mingle with own over at the Dragonpit. And given recent circumstances, that decision seemed like a wise one. As pakhan, Daenaerys needed as much protection as possible. There was no telling who was next on whatever hit list that was floating throughout King’s Landing. Her name, most likely. Still, Daenaerys knew she couldn’t avoid the area altogether, only stopping by to conduct a business meeting upon a partner’s request. Now that that was over, the leggy brunette was more than willing to make a great escape. That is, until a familiar face caught her eye. What was his name? Dany asked herself, biting down on her bottom lip in frustration. She’s definitely seen the stranger around the capital but where? Deciding to put an end to the bewildering inquiry, Daenaerys stood, promptly making her over towards him.

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Before he had merely thought they were heading his way, but now he was almost certain they were, and the closer they got, the more frantically he racked his brain.  Holy shit, was he having a stroke?  It sure felt like it.  The place where their name should be seemed to be an empty, cold space.  It wasn’t even as if he could feel the name on the tip of his tongue, or even had a general idea of what it may be.  There was simply nothing.  Turning to the patron next to him, he nudged them gently, it was someone he had seen around before so figured he was good to ask.  “Sorry man, forgot my glasses at home, do you know the woman heading this way right now?”  As the man replied with a name, it did click into place for Edric, the name was definitely familiar enough, but now he was left with the conundrum of exactly how he knew her.

[stcrmybastard]

homebodyxoxo​:

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LOCATION: THE DRAGONPIT AVALIABILTY: OPEN TW: none???

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long and hard days, that’s how alysanne liked to live her life - or perhaps that’s how life liked to treat her, she never had a clue as to how she coped, she barely had time for herself never mind the people her sisters had set her up with but it always ended awkwardly because she said the wrong things and her interests were too niche to bring into conversation. why she even agreed was beyond her, the dragonpit was expensive but she apparently had money to burn to be here. that or her date was loaded - she liked to believe it was the latter.

sitting at the bar for thirty minutes, alysanne was losing hope of her date showing up, nothing was ever smooth sailing for her, especially in the romance department, her last date had all but ran off while she had sat there stunned so maybe alcohol was the best option for a date, she came out of her shell more despite her niche interests and talked about them even if nobody cared. the fear of not being what was expected was settling in despite alysanne scrolling through her phone - would they find it rude? hopefully not they are the late one and she needed something to preoccupy her from her thoughts.

sensing somebody had sat down next her, alysanne looked up, “hello! i’m alysanne and your name is?” she just hoped this was her date and not some random person who had taken pity on her.

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The Dragonpit was not a place Edric frequented often, not due to it’s owners or clientele, but simply it was not his kind of place.  He much preferred an on tap beer and good company rather than a scotch the cost of rent and mingling with the city’s rich and powerful.  He was more likely to be a patron of a place where he could turn up after work, oil stained shirt and ripped jeans than a place he had to make sure to wear his finest.  

So when his friend insisted on meeting there, he almost declined.  But with prodding, he eventually gave in.  Although, with his friend now running late and leaving Edric wondering if he would show at all, he didn’t understand exactly why his friend had fought so hard to meet at The Dragonpit.  He eventually gave up the table he had snagged, after getting enough glares from the waitstaff, and found himself wandering to an empty space at the bar instead.  While usually the type to make conversation with strangers, he was a bit taken back by the immediate introduction of the person next to him.

“Oh, uh--Edric.  Nice to meet you Alysanne.  I’m sorry, was this seat taken?”

[serotnin]

[stcrmybastard]

oftybolt​:

Eyes lit up at the other’s choice of words, it did have a certain ring to it and his ego was always glad of anything that set him apart from the rest. “The man with all the answers, huh? I’m not sure it’s entirely true but I like it. Mind if I use it on my next campaign?” A campaign that he’d be running against the other’s father, not that he thought he’d mind all that much given the relationship between the two of them. He paused for a moment, considering his next words before an easy grin spread over his features once more and the toast came to him. “Why not health, happiness and success? For both the newlyweds and ourselves.”

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[stcrmybastard]

————    S T C R M Y B A S T A R D  ⛈

[stcrmybastard]

location: the red keep open to: everyone

Despite being Robert’s son and an associate of the Stags to boot, Edric would not be inclined to call himself ‘Stag aligned’ (he was Renly and Stannis aligned, which naturally sometimes meant he served Stag interests, but Edric always liked to make the distinction), and had always been someone who would talk to others regardless of their own involvement with other families.  Stark, Baratheon, Lannister, Tully, Martell, etc. he really didn’t care, as long as they were fun to be with and could hold a conversation.  To an extent, he had never really paid much attention to territorial lines, and could be seen frequenting any number of family owned establishments.  But after his father’s attempted murder, despite his dislike for the man, Edric found himself a bit on edge, even in a neutral territory such as the Red Keep.  So when he felt a pair of eyes on him from across the bar, it took him a minute to realize it was someone he recognized, not someone wanting to kill him (well, he hoped, anyways, he didn’t think he had wronged them).  It was only as he offered a wave, did he suddenly realize his mind had gone blank on their name, despite obviously knowing it (could he blame it on the two drinks he had? he wasn’t sure).  They seemed to be heading his way and all he could whisper was “shit, shit, shit, shit.”

[stcrmybastard]

ofmargaery​:

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Laughter bubbled up easily at his comment. She had always been someone who chose to let joy come to her easily but there were some people that brought it without even thinking and she was glad that she had chosen to speak to Edric when he was one of them. “An unfair advantage really.” Gaze was undeniably fond as she replied. “You should, I’d still choose you over both of them any day.” 

As she moved closer to him her head tilted in too, smile dancing over her lips as her voice dropped to teasing conspiratorial tones. “Even if we can’t spend it our usual way.” Light hum rang from her lips as she glanced around the room, gaze flickering around playfully as though she could suddenly spot where they’d hide such a thing. “Maybe behind there, it seems like the kind of place to have a secret panel and I definitely wouldn’t put it past them. Maybe some lions somewhere too.” Rosy lips pressed together slightly to temper a smirk that threatened to tug at the corner of them, parting to let dry words out. “I wonder if they bring a whole new meaning to feeding people to the lions.”

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Edric’s brows rose higher the more she whispered, but overall tried to maintain a neutral facade, despite his surprise of her words.  Of course, they knew each other well, biblically even, but he hadn’t been expecting that from her.  And as she continued her jest, eyes searching the room, he couldn’t help the smirk on his face and the blush creeping up from the collar of his shirt.  “You’re wicked, Margaery Tyrell.  People don’t think it, but it’s true.” He finished with a shake of his head.

But he was relieved whens he moved on, he wasn’t sure if he would’ve been able to keep his good behavior and neutral expression much longer if she continued to tease him.  And he very well might have done exactly what she had been suggesting, whisking her away to a private, dark corner.  “Do you think they’d really live up to their Bond villain personas and they’d have lasers?”  He was kidding, mostly.  “--Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised.  Should be on our best behavior just in case.”

[stcrmybastard]

ofbryce​:

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Huff of something that could have been taken for amusement leaves him. “The initiates seem to pick it up just fine. But I’ll be sure to work on my teaching methods. Just for you.” Sarcasm was heavy in his tone, a rare show of humour before it vanished moments later at the mention of a woman he’d been blanking all evening. “Don’t you dare.” The words rumbled out the same way as they would if he was threatening anyone else, tone dark and heavy so they wouldn’t mistake his warning. Expression grew stormier, glare almost thunderous. “I’d rather not have to explain to Renly how his nephew ended up with a broken arm.” But for all he seemed just as convincing as always, they both knew that there was no real conviction in his tone this time. There were few people who got a free pass from him and somehow Edric had ended up getting just that. 

Moments later the glare faded from his features them finding their way back to his usual frown in some show of muscle memory when it was his default expression. Sigh was heaved but eventually he agreed, holding his hand out for the bottle. “Fine. No complaints.” 

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[hallucinat0ry]

me? using sex as a coping mechanism? it’s more likely than you think.

[teasemeslimm-deactivated2026013]

[stcrmybastard]

wclfgurl​:

the snort forced her to look at him with a mock concern, and the response she managed was simple. arya stuck her tongue out at him. childish? sure but since when did arya care? trick question: she doesn’t. “ wow. you are brave. taking one for the team. i wonder… how many can you actually take without getting caught? i bet you’ll get caught…hmmm, after your third round of thieving? maybe your fourth but i think that’s too generous. ” the party is incredibly boring so why not have a little challenge — a bet, if you will — going on.

“ i’m not sure anyone has respect for him. i would have gladly skipped this whole event if i could, even if he’s technically marrying my aunt. ” not that arya has much love for her mother’s sister. at the very least, she was still family and littlefinger is just the guy marrying into this family and part of her wonders, how much love is actually involved in this arrangement. but none of this is her business. arya would prefer to say out of this aunt’s drama. “ you are thinking too small. breaking glasses? a phone going off? edric storm, i’m afraid you are losing your touch. ” arya shook her head in mock disappointment. “ i was thinking more like, a fight breaking out. or, or everyone’s phones strangely disappearing from the secure location the goons placed them. ” 

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Years of flaunting authority and making sure to do exactly what people told him not to, or couldn’t, had led Edric with a near pathologic inability to turn down a challenge or do what he was told.  “50 bucks I can make it five?”  Gods, why was he like this.  He had gotten in more than his fair share of trouble simply because a friend dared him to, or someone jokingly had said ‘bet you can’t do that’.  He had boosted cars, tagged government buildings, and done more stupid things that he could count.  He was honestly lucky that by the time he had actually started getting in serious trouble that the Baratheon name was able to get him out of it.

“Yeah well, I’m not looking to have my uncle rip me a new asshole in the middle of this wedding for being disrespectful.  I may be a grown man but that does not mean I’m not scared of Stannis.  Because I am.”  He’d admit it willingly.  There was something about his steely resolve and quiet temper that could make him absolutely terrifying.  He had been on the receiving end of it enough times to know it was something that was not fun to experience.  “And unlike you Starks,” his tone was obviously teasing, no note of seriousness to be found “We don’t just go gallivanting around causing trouble.  We like to be discreet.”  Now that was a laugh, considering half of his father’s reputation was due to his gallivanting.

[stcrmybastard]

highgardensbest​:

loras knew how to act in front of the crowd, had known how to do so since he was a child. he knew what to say and when to say it, even if he regularly ignored that knowledge. he knew how to pump up the crowd at a match, how to make them all chant his name, how to make them all adore him. by nature he was a people pleaser, doing what he could to make himself a legend both inside the ring and outside. what he didn’t know what to do was deal with his boyfriend’s closest friends, it seemed. of course, loras knew edric from before him and renly had gotten involved, at least in passing, and he didn’t always bother with remembering names but he had remembered this one - but did that make it better, or worse? there was a moment’s hesitation where he remained unmoving after the collision, trying to piece it all out, and then he was reaching up an arm to steady edric.

the sound of the crystal shattering was sharp against the hum of conversation around them, but loras paid it no mind besides taking a step back. with a practiced shrug, he dismissed the apology. “i doubt your the first to break one of these tonight,” he pointed out, “and besides - i’m distracting, i know, who can blame you?” there was something just a beat off about his smile, but he was doing his best to stomp down the unexpected nerves. “the only way this night is survivable is with some healthy pre-gaming. and actual gaming. really, you have the right idea.”

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"You got a point.  Honestly I’m waiting for someone to break one on purpose to use the stem as a shiv.  Should’ve put it on my ‘family gathering’ bingo card.”  He was joking about the bingo card, although it truly did spark the idea to make that a thing for future cross-syndicate events like this.  Prize for the winner to be determined.  

“To be honest you’re not wrong.”  Edric said with a shrug.  “I was literally looking for you, to avoid you, when I crashed into you.”  Edric was an honest guy, but he doubted he would’ve said those words sober.  “To be honest, I just wasn’t sure if---” Renly’s name had been close to spilling from his mouth, but then he remembered Stannis’ ever present reminder of ‘be discreet’. “--If our mutual friend had told you that I knew of your friendship...?”  He trailed off, unsure if his words really made any sense.  This is why he had been avoiding him.  He was just too damn tipsy to have this conversation.

[stcrmybastard]

ofbryce​:

Despite his intentions to not let anyone new into his life ( Renly was an old friend and therefore exempt from the new terms and conditions he’d set himself ) some people still managed to worm their way in. Somewhere along the lines Edric had latched onto him and he’d been misguided in the fact that he clearly hadn’t tried hard enough to shake him off. Still for all his reluctance he couldn’t claim to be entirely against their dynamic, even if the look he was giving the other was  distinctly unimpressed. “And you’re telling me you haven’t learnt a thing from following me around?” Head shook slightly but he still reached for a bottle deciding that it was better than nothing. “It’ll do.”

Shoulders rolled into a shrug even though the expression on his face was far from neutral. “It is what it is.” Tone was equally parts sour and resigned. He had no choice but to remain there now, just like everyone else. Glare was shot the other man’s way, blunt response following soon after. “No.”

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"Well, you aren’t exactly a wordy instructor.  It’s sort of hard to get a grip on skills through grunts and glares.”  Edric teased, trying to turn one of Bryce’s signature looks back on him.  Give him a taste of his own poison, and what not.  He failed miserably of course, but that was mostly due to his own expressive face listening to no command, it wasn’t for lack of trying.  To be honest, he couldn’t remember the moment he met Bryce, it probably being so non-verbal and lacklustre that it wasn’t anything worth remembering.  And despite the other’s off putting attitude, Edric was glad he had.  It was the own man’s fault that Edric had stuck around, really.  His constructed attitude that screamed ‘leave me alone’ would have worked on anyone else but Edric.  He had a natural need to do the opposite of what he was told and found himself aiming to do the exact opposite of what the man’s vibes wanted to achieve.

“If you’re taking one of my bottles you don’t get to whine about what it is.” He warned.  “If you do I’m going to go over to that woman at the bar that’s been eyeing you and wingman for you.”

[stcrmybastard]

ofmargaery​:

In a world where things were so rarely black and white when they all operated in various shades of grey, she found herself thankful for the simplicity of her dynamic with Edric. It was as straightforward as enjoying each other’s company, sometimes in bed and sometimes out of it without the dynamics of their families playing into it. All that was left was appreciation for one another, so much that she returned his fond look with one of her own without thinking. “Now that’s high praise. I’m flattered to hear you think I stand up so well against some stiff competition.” Half step back was taken as she pretended to consider him with a playful tilt of her head. Light hum came from rosy lips as she drew out her deliberation before coming to a conclusion, keeping her features poker straight as she delivered the news. “I’d put you above the Shelby but I’m not sure you beat the Aston.”

“We shall.” With a grin she looped her arm through his, linking them tightly together when she saw no real reason to leave much space between the two of them. “Although, you can’t have me for very long - I’m in high demand.” For all the words were filled with playfulness, there was some truth to them. As much as she’d have been more than happy to spend the rest of the evening with Edric, she always tried to split her time and attention between as many people as she could.

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"It was a close call, but I think you being sentient definitely made you stand out from the pack.” He chuckled.  He always joked that he knew he was working too much when the cars began to talk back. “You know, I think I’d have to agree with that assessment.  And I’ll take it as a compliment to boot.”  

While he and Margaery didn’t have much in common; she a Tyrell, him a Baratheon (well, sort of), she a District Attorney, while he was just a guy who liked cars.  But somehow they always found something to talk about, and he enjoyed her company, regardless of how they spent their time together.  Although he figured he’d be hard-pressed to find someone who didn’t enjoy her company.  She was a charming woman, that was for sure.  Which is why he wasn’t too surprised when she spoke of her need to mingle.   “Well, then I guess we’ll just have to make the best of our time,” he paused for a moment as they came upon the aquarium she had mentioned. “How much do you want to bet that they have a secret shark tank hidden somewhere?”

[stcrmybastard]

commandcnt​:

leaving stannis to talk to the doctors –– renly had just gone off in search of the kids. and seriously, everyone went on and on and on about robert this and robert that back in the good ol’ days, but he had been a toddler then. he didn’t care about robert beyond the monthly deposit into his offshore account and the vague threats over the family dinner table. finally catching sight of edric down the hall –– seriously, these fluorescent lights did nothing for nobody –– he smiled weakly, even as he pulled his nephew into a loose hug. ( okay, it was pretty damn tight, but if edric breathed a word –– oh, boy. renly was going to do nothing. ) “ you alright? ” he asked distractedly, checking him for injuries even though, yeah, they’d all gotten taped up. fun fact: he wasn’t about to trust a doctor in this economy. plus, blood made renly violently sick so he was already fucking doomed that night. “ when did you even get here? ”

                                                     ––––– in conversation with @stcrmybastard ; the hospital.

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Edric had no idea what to do in this situation.  Why was he even here? Sitting in the purgatory of waiting room, among families who were deeply distraught over their loved ones who were either dead or dying.  His vague concern for his father felt false and petty among the people who’s worlds would shatter if the doctor came through those doors with that look on his face.  So he was grateful when Renly spotted him and made his way over.  He had heard his uncle was okay, but hadn’t been able to confirm it with his own eyes, and returned the hug’s fervor as a way to truly make sure.  “Yeah, yeah, I’m good, just a few cuts and bruises.  Scars are sexy and all that.”  Edric wasn’t up for his normal banter, still thoroughly shell shocked from the night.  “I uh...I came with Da-Robert.  I found him.  Me and Joff.”  He didn’t mention that upon arrival at the hospital he pretty much hid in the dark corners of the hospital to avoid the ‘i’m so sorry about your father’ looks and comments, only to emerge to find Renly.  “What about you?”