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[slayedaking]

You have taken leave of your senses. Sadly, it is not honorable to kill a madwoman, and for that alone you win a reprieve.

Were three necessary? Was Joscelin nece- [He cuts himself off with a grimace, exhaling through his nose.]

I am not your puppet. Next time, leave me out. I do not know this Mavros, nor do I care to when you're looking like that. [And by that, he means the mun's trollface. Oh yeah.]

Think long and hard before you send me to trifle with this goddess, as well.

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[burnsobright]

Don't blame me for the foolishness of your mun, Ser.

[slayedaking]

No? Then I shall be sure to blame you for your own foolishness alone.

[burnsobright]

The only fool I see is the one standing before me.

[slayedaking]

[His desire to hit her is strong, but that's mostly because he just wants to hit something, anything really.] I'm not the one who behaved like a child, throwing iced water on my brother in his bed.

[burnsobright]

Says the one who came pounding and yelling at the door at that horrible hour in the morning.

[slayedaking]

You wouldn't have let me in otherwise. That was all you had to do, you could have waited for morning to berate me.

[burnsobright]

And you could have waited until morn to seek entry.

[slayedaking]

[He's silent a moment. Technically, he has no response for that, although he still doesn't think it justifies the ice water so it doesn't mean she's won. He considers telling her the truth, for once, but he suspects she won't take it well this time, so he sneers.]

And let you miss me longer, who was apparently so concerned for my safety? Surely you don't think me so cruel.

[He's going to regret that later, and it's a huge bluff, but the tone implies she'd be fine without him and maybe he should just leave her.]

[burnsobright]

Yes, and clearly that concern was misplaced. Three was it, brother? I do believe that is what I heard.

[Jealousy? What jealousy. )<]

[slayedaking]

Yes. And none of them worth the seed that spawned them. None of them you.

[burnsobright]

[Pot calling the kettle black, but not going to bring up her own encounter.]

I should hope not, lest you've taken leave of your senses.

[slayedaking]

Then I do not know why we must have this conversation another dozen times.

[burnsobright]

Mayhaps if you learned the first time...

[slayedaking]

Learned what? Not to be cursed? I assure you, it was not my intention.

[burnsobright]

So third time was the charm then, was it?

[slayedaking]

You think I enjoyed the first two? That I sought it out?

I have never so much as glanced at another, absent of this influence. All others may as well be furniture.

[burnsobright]

Are you saying you enjoyed the third?

[slayedaking]

[Well, honestly...he drops the passionate arguing though, deadpanning like he doesn't care.] But of course. Shoved up against a tree with another man panting on me. Sounds like my favorite thing, does it not? [Contempt creeps into the deadpan near the end, whether for himself or something else he's not sure.]

[burnsobright]

A mere no would have sufficed, Ser.

[slayedaking]

I assure you, it wouldn't have.

[burnsobright]

[ >:/ ]

[slayedaking]

[This face. Jaime will...say he wants Cersei to lay off about it, but he's not sure he'd know what to do with himself if she did, so his life just sucks.]

[burnsobright]

[You know you love your big sister~]

[slayedaking]

[Fuck you because he does :|]