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            ☆ / / feel free to decline ! but would you like them to stay platonic or plot for some romancee 
            
            
            blubellés face lit up as she watched him , slowly removing her tail from under his chin and a genuine smile fell upon her face aswell . this was .. nice . she hadn ' t been treated this well in so long .
            
            he didn ' t have a reason for it either . have showed her her weight in gold constantly .. and it didn ' t come at the price of gold weighing her down and cutting into her once more . she slowly began to fidget with the golden cuffs on her wrists gently .
            
            ' and .. you are everything , lyonel . ' she gently responded . perhaps a bit faster then her brain could have processed . she quickly cleared her throat . ' we should get going , if i am remembering correctly , you have somewhere to be . '

@musicalxmisery 
            lyonel’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head in teasing of her words.    a brief narrow of his eyes showed enough that she did gain his favor, quickly.   most who gained his favor were other lords that usually had some agenda in mind.    she didn’t and he quite liked that. 
            
                  “ i suppose you have gotten my favor. “  a genuine smile went across his lips this time.  enough that his eyes crinkled slightly.    a warmth across his face that didn’t go away very easy, it stayed until he felt her tail brush the underside of his chin.   then surprise gathered across his features.  
            
            “ i usually do when i am around good company. “  the stag spoke hand reaching to fix one of his gold rings.  “ and you are good company, bluellè. “

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            blubellè ' s smile softened as she crossed her own arm ' s over her chest . ' if these lands are anything like you .. i know the time i spend in them will be pleasant . ' she ' d gently say. her smile was quick to widen upon hearing his last statement .
            
            ' awe . does that mean you have grown fond of me ? so just as the day we met . have i finally .. what was it ? curry your favor ? ' her smile would have turned mischievous . a rather rare sight from the tiefling infront of him .
            
            ' i knew you would come around , lyonel . ' she teased , her tail slowly moving to gently  flick the underside of his chin .

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            ☆ / may i get a intro pleasee batting my eyelashesss

@SoyMaekarITargaryen 
            the stag lord still had that grin curled across his face while he listened.     as if he was hearing about a joke that was far too amusing to him.     a slight narrowed eye turned to maekar, his mind mulling the words over in his mind for a good while.    a breath then released from slightly parted lips. 
            
                     “ is all of your family so … dramatic? “  lonely questioned with a soft chuckle that came from his throat.    a gleam that entered his blue eyes for moment, then it was gone so quickly.      “ a fire can be tamed, especially to keep it from destroying everything it touches.  “ 
            
            the stag lord paused briefly, as if realizing where he stood suddenly.     beside a targaryen.     royalty.     it felt like a good joke, especially considering his feelings on the family.    which he was always happy to express when questioned about it.   but brightflame was a throne in everyone’s side,  enough that even lyonel knew it needed to be stomped out.    eyes flickered away from maekar, off to whatever scenery was before them.    he almost wished he had stayed within storm’s end then deal with this tourney and the targaryen’s that came with it.    
            
                     “ brightflame will be delt with, one way or another.  “  the storm lord finally spoke after a minute or two of silence that passed over them.   like a comforting blanket to lyonel’s previous laughter and joy.      “  i still stand with what i said,  “ he paused as his body turned fully to maekar.    “  you could use some joy in your life.   “ 
            
            ;;  i apologize so much that this is so late!!!   i’ll certainly still drop something for you soon!    you are welcome, your english is really good.    and you write beautifully!  

Maekar stood his ground as Lyonel teased his perpetual scowl, the Baratheon's hand resting on a sword hilt fashioned from stag antlers. When questioned about what he had done to deserve such children, Maekar let out a sharp, jagged exhale that was part disgust and part weary resignation. ⸻ What did I do, Lyonel? I sired them. That was my first and most unforgivable mistake ⸻ Maekar growled, his voice heavy with a fatigue that no amount of laughter could soothe. ⸻ You think unruly children are something to be corrected with a joke or a firm hand, but the blood of my line isn't so simple. It is thick, stubborn, and it runs with a fire that consumes everything it touches—starting with their own gods-damned sanity. I don't need a smile from you, Baratheon. I need this cursed tournament to end before Aerion decides the mud of the lists isn't red enough for his taste. ​You say you’ll get a smile out of me. Then go out there and do it. Put that Brightflame whelp in the dirt where he belongs ⸻ Maekar added, tightening his jaw as he looked down at his offspring, feeling like the only glass wall keeping his family from shattering in front of the whole realm.
            
            / Thank you very much, beautiful little person. If this is my second time playing roles, hehehe, I think the first time was for nosferatu. And since I am one of the roles of people who speak Spanish. and thank you, I am studying English.
            
            @houseofstag

@SoyMaekarITargaryen 
            still that gleam was held in the stag lord’s eyes, even that grin hardly left his face.    maekar’s words only brought another bit of laughter.    a booming laughter that was fairly similar to thunder in the sky.    dark eyes carefully studying the prince, just before he’d speak again.  
            
                   “  i’ll get a smile out of you yet, and it won’t just be from knocking brightflame off of his high horse.   “ the lord would muse, a hand placed on the hilt of his own sword.    the very end of the hilt was made from pieces of stag antlers.     his house’s sigil.     
            
            for a moment, his mind went to maekar’s children, and the bits he had heard about them.   mere rumors he always assumed.     nothing to be taken seriously, but some, seemed to hold bits of truth within them.    the baratheon almost felt bad for maekar,  he had the most unruly of children.  
            
                 “ what did you do to have the gods give you such children?  “   he’d question, black curls falling just in front of his face.    wisps of white that showed his age a bit.      
            
            ;;   i’ll happily drop something for you in a bit!   and your english is really good!  i wouldn’t have known it was your second time roleplaying in english at all 

/ hey..

/ ggulps.............ur lyonel is so amazing i swear

/   yes pls any will do