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ᴋɪɴɢ ♚ sᴛᴀɴɴɪs ʙᴀʀᴀᴛʜᴇᴏɴ ([personal profile] bruxisms) wrote2014-02-02 12:33 am
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truegood: do you really call that pretty (Default)

idk i think there have been worse

[personal profile] truegood 2014-02-20 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, if Renly didn't know Stannis as family he might be afraid. ]

It was a peace offering. Did you not like it? I thought you could use it to relax a little.

[ He turns, smiling even brighter. It is so much fun to irritate and push his brother's nerves, it is true, and Renly enjoys it all the more for getting vengeance for his death. ]
truegood: except me i'm a king do you get it yet (all we are is dust in the wind dude)

are you saying that renly MIGHT be worse than ramsay

[personal profile] truegood 2014-02-21 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Renly quirks a brow, curious. ]

It is. What a coincidence indeed. That is the fruit I offered you at our meeting, is it not? Curious.

[ He lifts his hand to his chin to rub at his beard, absently. ]
truegood: stannis is gonna have five hundred dreams about me giving him peaches (EXCEPT FOR STANNIS)

who said anything about poison you're paranoid

[personal profile] truegood 2014-02-21 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
I did not think an offering of fruit was such an insult, Stannis. Perhaps you might enlighten me, so I won't commit the folly in the future?

[ He stands, lifting himself up and watching his brother with a half-smile and tilted head. ]

Was the peach so foul to your palette?
truegood: loras likes it (isn't it the best beard ever)

[personal profile] truegood 2014-03-15 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Renly just lifts his shoulder, offering a smile. ]

It was merely a peach, brother. Why is that such a shock to you? Can a man not offer another a peach without suspicion? What has our world fallen to, hm?
truegood: i'm spider-man (WHATEVER my secret is:)

[personal profile] truegood 2014-04-23 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
You find offence in so many things. [ He tuts, amused. ] I had thought to give you gifts and you return them to be with such sourness.