#jorienne

[tygettlannister]

You'll be my King, and I'll be your castle No, you'll be my Queen, and I'll be your moat

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[ask-jorah]

((3-sentence prompt responses for askbaelish))

Baelish gave me:

- jorah/dany, following dany's downfall (BYE, DRAGONS), he is there to pick her back up

- jorah/lynesse, in the godswood

- jorienne, vagabond shoes

jorah/dany, following dany's downfall (BYE, DRAGONS), he is there to pick her back up

In the middle of the desert, far away from the home she’s unable to claim as her own, surrounded by those who now only look upon her with scorn, Dany feels more lost and alone than ever.

He has heard what happened – the dragons dead, half of her khalasar, too, the last of the Targaryens escaping barely with her life—and he comes to her as quick as he can, hoping he won’t be too late.

When she sees him riding toward her, the desert sun glaring down upon him, she is certain he’s a mirage, but then he gets closer and she knows he has returned to her—consequences and the past be damned--and she says aloud, still unable to quite believe it, “My bear.” 

jorah/lynesse, in the godswood

“This is a sacred place,” he protests as she grabs hold of his belt.

But his gods are not hers and she keeps at it, starting on his breeches.

He gives up resisting and covers her mouth with his own, silently half-praying for forgiveness.

jorienne, vagabond shoes

She looks so out of place in the noisy Vegas casino—an anomaly among all of the glittery, painted women in short skirts and stacked heels.  That’s what catches his attention at first.  And then she glances his way, her deep blue eyes almost electrifying as she glares at him, and he finds himself unable to look away.

[askjaime]

Two scenes from this rp.

[ask-jorah]

((a submission - the anons are loving me tonight))

“Jorah.” Brienne tugged on the old knight’s sleeve. In the darkness of the cells, she couldn’t see, but she could still hear. And she could hear nothing except her own breathing. This time she shook his arm. “Jorah...” The bear did not stir. The beauty choked down a sob and lay her head on his chest, reaching a hand up to stroke his face lightly. A single tear rolled down her cheek. “I never told you...I-”

[askjaime]

[ask-jorah]

sooooooooooo brienne?

What, precisely, about the Lady Brienne, Anon?

[ask-jorah]

serjorahmormont: She is--more than what she seems, Lannister, and I admit that interests me.

charminlannister: Merely -interests-? Nothing more? *still smirking*

serjorahmormont: I wouldn't call my interest mere.

charminlannister: Ohhh. Do go on~

serjorahmormont: So that you can broadcast it to all of Westeros, "friend"?

charminlannister: *tilts head* And why would I do that?

serjorahmormont: You seem to take great sport in teasing myself and her. I can handle the jests. I am afraid, however, I won't allow my words to be used to upset her.