Homeless; he just won't shut up.

[staggered]

Finally my lady. I had begun to lose heart; to think that you had forgotten me or worse, forsaken me. Cast aside as one of your other dolls upon strings.

But I am a far more fetching doll, don't you think? And I do dance so well. [ A handsome smile accompanies his words. ]

Sweet lady, it grieves me to beleaguer you so, and yet I fear I must, for how can a song be heard if it's chorus is silent? We will treat together, you and I. Make no mistake of that.


[[ooc; Mun has only just finished reading A Clash of Kings and would appreciate no spoilers for beyond there, thank you. ]]

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[mydaddyissues]

No one wants to hear your song, uncle.

/)_(\

[staggered]

I beg to differ, Joffrey. [ He laughs, bright and loud, and when he stops he offers a shining flash of teeth, all smiles and mirth. ]

It is your song no man, woman nor child wishes to hear- and yet you insist on harping it along regardless. Doubtless you get it from your mother. [ His smile remains, even despite the bite to his words. ]

[wilywilyways]

You'll tend not to get the last laugh, if we're being honest, here.

[staggered]

It is not the last laugh I need, but the loudest and longest. [ He smiles. ]

[justthehelper]

Seems like we're having different issues with our muns.

[staggered]

I assure you, there are no issues to be found here. Only a bending will, one never tempered to last against such charms as my own.

[kissedby]

I'd heard Southerners liked dolls and songs.

[ Wait for iiiiiiiiit. ]

Southern ladies. [ Boy you're talking about dolls. And songs. It's girly. ]

[staggered]

[ Renly laughs at this, and smiles wider still. Oh you are an amusing girl, aren't you? If Renly considers her words as slighting, none of this shows upon his face. ]

There are a great many thing southern ladies do or do not like. Why the maid Brienne of Tarth, who chose a sword above dolls and songs.

[ohhdeer]

[ deer-boy is sort of confused by the antler crown, bro. ]

.. You have-- [ a vague gesture to his own. ] It would be nice to be able to take mine off, too.

[staggered]

A crown of antlers? [ He smiles as he supplies the end of the other's unfinished sentence. ] So it seems do you, though not of the voluntary sort. Though speaking honestly, a kings crown can be just as heavy, and a true king may never simply 'take off' such burdens. [ His brother had tried, oh yes. Joffrey tried as well, but a king had to be a king in all things. ]

[squeak_squeaker]

I sure wish I had a hat like yours. [Kronk felt very envious. It was all like... trees and stuff. It was a great hat!]

[staggered]

It is no hat; a fine crown for a fine king. Worthy of my house, and my station.

[regretzio]

[strum]

♪ All hail to Renly, the new king hale and hearty
Allied with the rose
Yet not one of them knows
What went on at his stag party ♪

[staggered]

[ Renly is quick to laugh, his hands clapping together as he enjoys the tune. ] Oh yes this is well done indeed. [ He smiles broadly, eyes flashing with mirth as he considers the maestro. ]

It was a stag party to remember. For myself, at least.

[comeliness]

[ Her smile is so finely practiced that it bares no sheen of insincerity and comes with almost a carelessness to how easily it finds her features. ] Come now, Your Grace, [ she chides with good humor. ] You are a fine many things, but a doll is certainly not among them.

[staggered]

My sweet Margaery. [ His smile is simple and sincere when he addresses her. ] What is a King but a man who must dress to impress a part? A doll may change it's clothes as a king must shed a cloak, armour, a silken shirt.

[dyingisnotdead]

I do recall a time when you sang. You were only marginally better than Robert.

[Which is to say you were badly off key, and very drunk at the time. And fell asleep in your chair as Loras removed your boots.]

Besides, there are much better things I could think of that would require your lips.

[A beat, and he is more serious, now.]

Only those unworthy of you would ever forsake you.

[Even at the end.]

[staggered]

Loras you wound me. My voice is a breeze of silk, soft upon your cheek. [ He smiles in amusement at the jest. ]

I must agree, there are far better things a man can put his lips to use for, and I do so wish to use them.

[ But ah, he's being crass, and he sobers himself with the other's words. ]

Sweet words, my Knight of Flowers. Perhaps the world was not meant for me, nor I, for it for what befell.

[northernwolf]

It seems our writers strike us with the same inflictions. [Though he does not mind it as much, content with what play he gets for the moment.]

[staggered]

To speak truly she is the one afflicted with me. [ A smile splits his lips, and though he knows that is not what the other said. ] Butthe truth of it is I am a man with needs, needs which have not been met and levied to be silent for too long.

mobile tagging for the win

[1202]

Most unfortunately for us, these people have no measurable attention spans. I would expect her mind to change soon.

Yesss >B]

[staggered]

Woe is her, it is not her attention span she must concern herself with- but mine. [ He smiles, all bright and shiny like the armour he wears. ] I am a stubborn man at heart, something my brothers and I share I'm afraid. She should do wisely to heed my words of wisdom. She may not like it, but our affair has simply only just begun.

[violinist]

Then it is good she has not forsaken you. [ his tone is polite, but soft, his words spoken with an open friendliness and nothing but honesty. ] Not every song carries such decorated words comfortably.

[staggered]

She would not be able to even if she wished to! [ He smiles wide. ] I can be very persuasive, and proper decorum is only part of the act. But in the end it shall entice, and so too shall I have my way.

[smileandasong]

Sometimes the loveliest songs are those with no words at all. It may be that your mundane feels that that will accompany your dance.