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asgardmeridiem2014-03-04 11:04 am
bruxisms) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-03-04 11:04 am
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closed. brothers, oh brothers...
Who: King Lineface (bruxisms) and King Fancypants (truegood)
What: Drinking. Of the "cursed" varietybecause lol Stannis drinking otherwise.
When: Let's go with the evening of Day 414
Where: Some bar.
Rating: PG-13 for likely foul language
[ There were many places one might expect to find Stannis Baratheon. Of those places, a tavern was perhaps the least likely on that list.
Be that as it may, he was there all the same.
Truth be told, he was not entirely sure why he had decided to come, for he was hardly a man to indulge in drink, quite unlike his elder brother. However, perhaps between being pulled into a queer war, being "chosen" by yet another so-called God (he half-wonders if perhaps this was what Melisandre was seeing when she proclaimed him "the chosen one"), and coming face to face with his younger brother whose death he could no longer deny that he had no part in, something in him might very well have snapped.
It hardly helped that he had been sitting all too idle for a few days while chaos reigned, still trying to find his bearings. He had never been that sort of man, but perhaps it was that which had given rise to this sudden urge.
And so, Stannis Baratheon was sitting alone in some manner of tavern, drinking a queer beverage that would put even Robert to shame. As he takes another drink, he knows full well that he is going to regret this in the morning, but for perhaps the first time in his life, he cannot quite bring himself to care.
(And that worries him) ]
bruxisms) and King Fancypants (truegood)What: Drinking. Of the "cursed" variety
When: Let's go with the evening of Day 414
Where: Some bar.
Rating: PG-13 for likely foul language
[ There were many places one might expect to find Stannis Baratheon. Of those places, a tavern was perhaps the least likely on that list.
Be that as it may, he was there all the same.
Truth be told, he was not entirely sure why he had decided to come, for he was hardly a man to indulge in drink, quite unlike his elder brother. However, perhaps between being pulled into a queer war, being "chosen" by yet another so-called God (he half-wonders if perhaps this was what Melisandre was seeing when she proclaimed him "the chosen one"), and coming face to face with his younger brother whose death he could no longer deny that he had no part in, something in him might very well have snapped.
It hardly helped that he had been sitting all too idle for a few days while chaos reigned, still trying to find his bearings. He had never been that sort of man, but perhaps it was that which had given rise to this sudden urge.
And so, Stannis Baratheon was sitting alone in some manner of tavern, drinking a queer beverage that would put even Robert to shame. As he takes another drink, he knows full well that he is going to regret this in the morning, but for perhaps the first time in his life, he cannot quite bring himself to care.
(And that worries him) ]
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[ ...The drink. It was all the drink. ]
Regardless of that, I am a man wed. Though you and Robert may believe some oaths are made of little more than pudding, I will not bend so easily, unless the very fate of the law were at stake.
[ Or... something like that. It had certainly taken a fair amount of persuasion from both his lady wife and Melisandre... no matter how attractive the woman might be.
...And now he knows full well that the drink has gone to his head. ]
That had been my thought on the matter as well. Even still, the idea of betraying our King... It was a hard choosing. Few men can ever fully understand the difficulty of choosing between family and duty. Yet... I could not let either you or Robert go to your deaths for no faults of your own simply because our king willed it so. It... never felt truly just.
[ After all, he might very well be paying the consequences for treason. ]