[In honor of the Earth holiday centering on love, Freya sends out a little gift around this time.
A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]
Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.
[ In honour of the god centering on love being a giant frilly prissypants, Loki sends his own little gift just a few hours after hers.
His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.
It's also accompanied by a note. ]
Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.
[ He supposes that he ought to be angry, truthfully, he just sounds tired. Even during Robert's reign, Jaime had never much enjoyed speaking to Stannis. He's not certain there's a man in the Seven Kingdoms who ever did.
It's foolish to reach out to the man now, to keep the matter fresh and afloat in his mind. It's like only to encourage him. But the middle Baratheon has shown himself nothing if not irritatingly honest in Joffrey's address, and Jaime does not care for the thought of the boy's tantrum upon learning that he'd never followed through. He can already hear the screams: You promised -- !
Oaths between Lannisters, how droll. ]
But speak of the Stranger, and he shall appear; I suppose you've Stark and myself to thank for that.
[ One might hear a small scuffle outside your door, dear Stannis, and you might hear a short laugh before there is silence. Should he open the door? He will find a small bottle of peach flavoured liqueur, a new alcohol Renly had only recently discovered, with a small bow around it and a little, fake crown fastened to the screw-top of the bottle. Attached is a label;
'A man should never refuse to taste a peach. He may never get the chance again.' ]
[If Viserys had not fled and given up the knee to the Usurper, he would have been slaughtered, would he not? His mother, pregnant, the same fate? Aerys would have known that would have been done, why show mercy to any family when they would have never done it for his?
All this talk of Joffrey being a bastard, it makes him laugh. He cannot trust the tongues of any here, and he finds the idea that they turned on their own so much they claimed the Usurper's son a bastard just to start another war, that they betrayed their own...isn't that hilarious, and so fitting?
Oh, what he doesn't know. What he won't let himself know. Still, he's trying for something akin to a truce that's not quite a truce with Joffrey, so he takes a second to think it over and contact him truly privately, and good thing, too. He's not so keen on everyone being able to see...well, things not so known. Things he never really got to speak of before, things he danced around with Robb Stark to keep his mouth quiet, or try to.
Perhaps all that nastiness towards the name of Stark will weaken any desire he had to indulge Viserys' request. He's good at ruining things, even better than he is at physically abusing those weaker than him.]
What do you know of difficulty? Your brother sat upon a throne where everything he might ever want would have been freely given to him. A life he did not deserve was his, and all for the price of slaughtering those in his own family, as much as it grieves me to confess. Did he not share this new wealth with you? You dare speak of dining on rats and onions to an exile? There were weeks where I would have chased a rat down myself to feed my young sister, always to feed her before me. This I did, young as I was, while the Baratheons feasted like the kings they were not and at the same time desired us dead. Not just me, but my sister, newly born, and I knew that all along.
Tell me about how difficult your life was now. Tell me about being left in the rain while your sister wore shoes too big for her and could not walk properly, so you carried her. I am not the Beggar King you called me, and those here would call me. I am someone who did everything he could to make sure his only remaining family suffered as little as possible, which you mock me for. Mock me! Then you have the gall to talk to me about a difficult life?
[He is so, so mad, almost as much as he was before. The reply takes time, takes effort—shaking hands, and all of these traitors coming out have made it much worse.]
As for that creature I am stuck with: stop calling him that where he can see it and hear it.
[Which sounds like he's siding with him, so he has to cover that!
With a lie, of course.]
He shrieks every time it is mentioned. My ears did not get enough paint in them to drown it out, and I fear they may begin to bleed soon.
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A small box containing a piece of chocolate will appear on your pillow during the day. When consumed, the chocolate’s magic will lift your mood for a short period of time. It’s accompanied by a note.]
Where love might bring about sorrow, it also welcomes joy.
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His box of chocolate will look, smell, and taste exactly like Freya's did, appearing right next to where Freya's was or is if you haven't picked it up yet. The only difference between the two is that Loki's won't lift your mood; it'll give you loud and embarrassing flatulence for the next three hours.
It's also accompanied by a note. ]
Where joy might bring about yearning, it also welcomes wonder.
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It's foolish to reach out to the man now, to keep the matter fresh and afloat in his mind. It's like only to encourage him. But the middle Baratheon has shown himself nothing if not irritatingly honest in Joffrey's address, and Jaime does not care for the thought of the boy's tantrum upon learning that he'd never followed through. He can already hear the screams: You promised -- !
Oaths between Lannisters, how droll. ]
But speak of the Stranger, and he shall appear; I suppose you've Stark and myself to thank for that.
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'A man should never refuse to taste a peach. He may never get the chance again.' ]
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LOL TOO LATE XOXO
YOU ARE THE WORST LITTLE BROTHER EVER OK
idk i think there have been worse
ok maybe euron or ramsay
are you saying that renly MIGHT be worse than ramsay
if the drink's poisoned then they're on almost the same level
who said anything about poison you're paranoid
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All this talk of Joffrey being a bastard, it makes him laugh. He cannot trust the tongues of any here, and he finds the idea that they turned on their own so much they claimed the Usurper's son a bastard just to start another war, that they betrayed their own...isn't that hilarious, and so fitting?
Oh, what he doesn't know. What he won't let himself know. Still, he's trying for something akin to a truce that's not quite a truce with Joffrey, so he takes a second to think it over and contact him truly privately, and good thing, too. He's not so keen on everyone being able to see...well, things not so known. Things he never really got to speak of before, things he danced around with Robb Stark to keep his mouth quiet, or try to.
Perhaps all that nastiness towards the name of Stark will weaken any desire he had to indulge Viserys' request. He's good at ruining things, even better than he is at physically abusing those weaker than him.]
What do you know of difficulty? Your brother sat upon a throne where everything he might ever want would have been freely given to him. A life he did not deserve was his, and all for the price of slaughtering those in his own family, as much as it grieves me to confess. Did he not share this new wealth with you? You dare speak of dining on rats and onions to an exile? There were weeks where I would have chased a rat down myself to feed my young sister, always to feed her before me. This I did, young as I was, while the Baratheons feasted like the kings they were not and at the same time desired us dead. Not just me, but my sister, newly born, and I knew that all along.
Tell me about how difficult your life was now. Tell me about being left in the rain while your sister wore shoes too big for her and could not walk properly, so you carried her. I am not the Beggar King you called me, and those here would call me. I am someone who did everything he could to make sure his only remaining family suffered as little as possible, which you mock me for. Mock me! Then you have the gall to talk to me about a difficult life?
[He is so, so mad, almost as much as he was before. The reply takes time, takes effort—shaking hands, and all of these traitors coming out have made it much worse.]
As for that creature I am stuck with: stop calling him that where he can see it and hear it.
[Which sounds like he's siding with him, so he has to cover that!
With a lie, of course.]
He shrieks every time it is mentioned. My ears did not get enough paint in them to drown it out, and I fear they may begin to bleed soon.
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[She grins because she's just a little shit like that.]
I'm Riley and I was told by Renly to let you know that you're an uncle now! You lucky guy.
That's right, Renly and Loras have an adorable daughter so treat me well!
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