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modernmanpain2012-05-15 10:36 pm
mothersbeauty) wrote in modernmanpain2012-05-15 10:36 pm
( closed ) → ❝ say say oh playmate ❞
Who: Myrcella Baratheon ( mothersbeauty ) & Bran Stark ( dogdreams )
When: Undetermined Saturday; after piano lessons
Where: Casa Stark
Format: Action!
What: Do you want to have a playdate? We could play Portal or something...
Warnings: Level 4 Cuteness.
[ she had asked her fathers permission rather than her mothers. though myrcella could not place exact words or reason to her mothers vehemence, cersei lannister was not incredibly fond of the starks, and often liked to keep her children as far away from the other brood as she could. her efforts had been thwarted by robert baratheon, who had not only insisted that all three of them attend the most prestigious school in state (as opposed to out of state; out of the country) but enrolled them himself, one of the few proactive things he had done in any of his children's lives. so there was no reason to think that going through her father to spend time over at the stark manor, and it had worked. ]
[ cersei had thrown a fit - or as much a fit as she ever threw - and refused to let her skive off her plans for the upcoming saturday. myrcella woke at seven, bathed, brushed her hair, brushed her teeth and dressed in the skirt and blouse that her mother picked out for her. she ate breakfast, got in the car, and drove to the music shop, where she picked out a new book of sheet music. she then proceeded to get back in the car and drive across the city to her piano teacher's upscale apartment, where she spent the time between nine and eleven dutifully practicing arpeggios and scales before getting back in the car and driving all the way back across town to what she guessed must be the stark house. ]
[ she'd visited it before, but always late in the evening, when she was tired and distracting an equally tired tommen to prevent him from throwing a fit at the dinner parties that went on here occasionally. she'd never seen it in the day time, and thought it was quite lovely. she had packed a backpack earlier that day and stashed it in the back seat. myrcella made a point to grab it, and at the drivers insistance, her coat, and walked idly up the front way. the door was big, but the doorbell was well within her reach, so she pressed it once - a polite number of times - and stood back to rock on her heels while waiting for someone to answer it. ]
mothersbeauty ) & Bran Stark ( dogdreams )When: Undetermined Saturday; after piano lessons
Where: Casa Stark
Format: Action!
What: Do you want to have a playdate? We could play Portal or something...
Warnings: Level 4 Cuteness.
[ she had asked her fathers permission rather than her mothers. though myrcella could not place exact words or reason to her mothers vehemence, cersei lannister was not incredibly fond of the starks, and often liked to keep her children as far away from the other brood as she could. her efforts had been thwarted by robert baratheon, who had not only insisted that all three of them attend the most prestigious school in state (as opposed to out of state; out of the country) but enrolled them himself, one of the few proactive things he had done in any of his children's lives. so there was no reason to think that going through her father to spend time over at the stark manor, and it had worked. ]
[ cersei had thrown a fit - or as much a fit as she ever threw - and refused to let her skive off her plans for the upcoming saturday. myrcella woke at seven, bathed, brushed her hair, brushed her teeth and dressed in the skirt and blouse that her mother picked out for her. she ate breakfast, got in the car, and drove to the music shop, where she picked out a new book of sheet music. she then proceeded to get back in the car and drive across the city to her piano teacher's upscale apartment, where she spent the time between nine and eleven dutifully practicing arpeggios and scales before getting back in the car and driving all the way back across town to what she guessed must be the stark house. ]
[ she'd visited it before, but always late in the evening, when she was tired and distracting an equally tired tommen to prevent him from throwing a fit at the dinner parties that went on here occasionally. she'd never seen it in the day time, and thought it was quite lovely. she had packed a backpack earlier that day and stashed it in the back seat. myrcella made a point to grab it, and at the drivers insistance, her coat, and walked idly up the front way. the door was big, but the doorbell was well within her reach, so she pressed it once - a polite number of times - and stood back to rock on her heels while waiting for someone to answer it. ]
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You can leave your shoes by the door, if you like.
...Hi.
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[ She bends to undo her laces when he bids to, as well, but looks up from her feet and nods sweetly. ]
Hullo.
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May I take your jacket?
[he holds out a hand for it, the other on his wheel, ready to speed the ten feet to the coat closet.]
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[ and people didn't like that, right? ]
Sure.
[ so when she straightens, toes off her shoes and unzips her jacket, she hands it over to him with only the slightest apprehension. time to reach for some politeness. ]
You've got a really nice home.
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Oh, thank you. We're just renting it for the campaign, though.
[he misses Alaska a lot.]
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[ what is this heartbreak right through the door? come on, bran, i thought we were going to be friends - we're playing portal! what is that if not friendship ground? ]
[ WE COULD HAVE BEEN BEEEEEEEEST FRIENDS. ]
[ PLAYING IN WAAAAAAAAASHINGTON. ]
[ this is a really serious tag, okay. ]
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Not if your father wins, we won't. Or we'll leave and then move back in January.
[into the VICE PRESIDENTIAL HOUSE!]
[bran heads down the hall, and motions for myrcella to follow him.]
C'mon. We can play in the family room.
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[ she follows him, and spends more brain power than she really should on making sure to match his pace. he's fast, yes, but not only does she not want to get ahead of him (and thus have no idea where she was going) but she also wants to ask him something. ]
[ think, and then ask. ]
...Do you think my father will win.
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I don't know. ...I don't want him to lose, though.
[mostly because the other guy is a real piece of work. bran rolls over to the big screen TV and turns on the xbox on the shelf beneath it.]
Do you think he'll win?
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[ most of the life she remembers her father has been the president. it's not so much a lust for fame or recognition that fuels Myrcella's little silent, nightly prayers on her bedcover. it's more a bit of a childish fear of change, of suddenly having no home, no friends, no comforts, and no love in the house. ]
[ she seems to be forgetting that her grandfather, tywin lannister, is one of the five richest men in the entire country when she worries about suddenly being homeless. it's silly, and some days she realizes it. but not all. ]
If he did and you guys stayed, we could have slumber parties and movie nights. We could build a really tall ramp and you could get into my tree house, too!
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I could just climb up with my arms.
[but he's not trying to disagree. bran really, really wants to have slumber parties and movie nights and treehouse meetings. he slips the disc into the xbox and grabs a controller. he'll just start teaching myrcella to play for now.]
...I think I want them to win.
[bran rolls himself up alongside the couch, and quickly lifts himself up out of his chair and onto the soft cushions. he tucks his legs up beside him, leaning back just enough so he's supported.]