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“You’ve been standing there a pretty long time. What’s got ya worried so much that you’re just going to stand there?”
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“You’ve been standing there a pretty long time. What’s got ya worried so much that you’re just going to stand there?”
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The last thing Bash wanted was drawing attention to himself on Bolton lands, but apparently the two men that are currently beating him up didn’t seem to care about Bash’s desire to stay hidden. They were drunk and looking for a fight and Bash just happened to be the unlucky target they had chosen.
“Please...I don’t want trouble...” Bash grunted as another kick struck him in the stomach, sending him crashing to the ground.
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Although Renly had once loved to hunt, he found his interest in the sport waning as the years went on, especially if his brother Robert was in the hunting party. Today, of course, Robert was leading the chase and Robert, of course, had too much to drink as he often did.
Everything happened so fast. Robert had fallen from his horse and the boar had turned on them. The horses reared in fear and only backed away more when the beast gored one of the hounds. The hog had turned on Robert and Renly shouted as he thought it was all over until an arrow found its way into the beast’s eye and through its head--an impressive shot.
The boar was felled immediately and Renly turned his head to see where the arrow had come from, but narrowed his eyes when he saw a woman, wielding a bow.
“Just lookin’ out for each other.” | Dean/Violet
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Never mind then, Violet’s got it all in hand, apparently. Still, that painful looking submission hold - and the creep’s sudden pleas for mercy - wasn’t really enough for Dean - a hand reaching to shove the lurching creep back. “Think with the big head next time, pal.”
“Whatever happened to barfly equitte where you bought the girl - or guy, I ain’t judging - a drink before you touched ‘em up?” As he spoke, he had picked up the bottle of scotch they were sharing and had begun to pour them both another measure. As the words echoed in his head, he paused.
“Don’t read too much into that.”
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One of his favourite Pharaoh’s was in fact a previous queen that had later been documented as a man to remain notable in history and well-- kick ass.
“Indigo, Step through that looking glass and find Hatshepsut. Lady Pharaoh. They tried to etch her out of history, but her legacy remains. As does her sharp tongue and right hook.”
A cheshire smirk concealed their actual motive for being there.
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“Bloody hell.” He scrunched his face trying to make sense of her. Soon he pulled out a dice from his pocket, keeping a studying eye on her. “Roll this, tell me the number.”
"Could you shut up for five minutes?"
“Y'know, my boss asks me that at least once a week, but with a more-” He see-saws one gloved hand a little, keeping his grip on the wall with the other. “-fondness, I guess I’d call it.”
[MSG]: If you come home and see an ambulance outside, don’t worry. I’ve got it all under control.
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[MSG]: Are you the one in it or did you put someone in there?