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Post by WILLOW on Nov 16, 2013 22:30:53 GMT -8
Perhaps it's just her family's bloodline running through her veins that makes her love her brother so much. She doesn't know if her brother loves her as much as she loves him, but perhaps it's an older sibling thing.
Angel is a wonderful brother, but he is a horrible warrior. Star breaks into laughter whenever Angel is forced to pick up a weapon and is forced to attempt to fight.
Her laughter echoes throughout the camp as she sits and watches her younger brother forced to fight until his partner tires of winning so easily and puts his weapon away. Star's brown eyes move from the warrior towards her blonde brother, a smile on her face.
"Angel, what a fight you put up! That battle was a battle worthy to be entered into the history books." Star says, her lips pressed tight to keep herself from laughing more. She's sure Angel is already upset from his loss, or perhaps the simple fact he had to fight at all. | beekeeper | CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS | |
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Post by beekeeper on Nov 16, 2013 22:49:33 GMT -8
[attr="class","scream"] Angel keeps his hair braided, coiled at the nape of his neck, and he refuses to cut it no matter how many battle loses. No matter if he loses every battle – which he does. He doesn't speak much dothraki, but he can tell when they say he's pretty like a woman, and just as weak as one.
He scowls at his weapon, the blade that might have been deadly in the hands of a skilled warrior, but had never landed a single blow in his. "Shut up," Angel tosses it aside, whirling to see Star, watching and laughing as always.
"Or this'll go down in history as the day Star Targeryen is killed by her own brother." He doesn't mean it, of course. He loves his sister, and that's why he's here with her. Well, he tells himself that - it isn't as if he's really much use or protection. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS [newclass=.scream img]border:#191817 5px solid;-webkit-filter: grayscale(1);-webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass][newclass=.scream img:hover]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); -webkit-transition: all .4s linear;-moz-transition: all .4s linear;-ms-transition: all .4s linear;-o-transition: all .4s linear;transition: all .4s linear;[/newclass] |
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Post by WILLOW on Nov 16, 2013 23:09:12 GMT -8
Star smirks, "Noah, you need to learn to swing a weapon before you'll ever touch me."
Star is no warrior, but she is no damsel either. She's confident in her ability to take down Angel in combat, a horse could take down Angel in combat however. It is barely an achievement to be able to take down Angel in combat.
She's sure by now the name Angel has turned into an insult that is used not only in the khalasar, but in others as well. She wouldn't be surprised if it was though, Angel is a very insulting thing to call a man after all.
"Perhaps you should find a teacher to teach you the sword, maybe then you will be able to carry out that threat." | beekeeper | CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS | |
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Post by beekeeper on Nov 16, 2013 23:41:37 GMT -8
[attr="class","scream"] "I could kill your in your sleep. Or poison you. Or get someone else to." He says, tone gone from threatening to thoughtful before he finds his point. "I don't need to fight to kill anybody."
He just rolls his eyes – he doesn't want to fight, and he's tired of people trying to push him to learn. He doesn't want to be a warrior any more than he does a ruler, no matter how many people insist he needs to be both.
All he really wants is what makes him feel good – and right now, that's a drink. He storms past Star into a tent. If only he could move in a fight as quickly as he could pour and drain a goblet of wine.
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Post by WILLOW on Nov 17, 2013 16:13:09 GMT -8
Angel's words ring true to Star. She agrees that Angel could kill her in many ways without a sword but she doesn't believe he would. Partially because she knows he loves her far too much, and partially because, well, she can't think of another partially but it'll come to her eventually.
Star gets up from her seat and follows Angel into the tent. She finds her brother's ability to drink more than a talent, it's a God's Gift to her. She doesn't know another man who can drink as much as Angel, though she doesn't think she'd like to know another.
"Why do you stay here, Angel. You cannot fight, you speak little to no Dothraki, why stay in a place you are obviously unhappy?" | beekeeper | CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS | |
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Post by beekeeper on Nov 18, 2013 16:17:14 GMT -8
[attr="class","scream"] He pours more wine, holds it out as if in offer to her, though he doesn't leave any time for her to respond before taking a swig himself.
Angel shrugs. Ever since they were children, he's followed along on Star's heels - he probably wouldn't be alive otherwise. Even now his independence is questionable. The only things he's really good at is drinking and fucking.
"Where else would I go?"
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Post by WILLOW on Nov 18, 2013 18:10:24 GMT -8
Star almost let's her words leave her mouth to refuse the drink, but Angel taking a swing cuts her off and her words turn into a smile that spreads across her face. She doesn't drink with Angel, he'll drink her under the table twice and Star hates to lose to anyone, even her younger brother who she could probably beat in every other category around.
Star thinks for a second, letting Angel's words sink in. She's not sure where he'd go, but there is always one place he could go: "Across the Narrow Sea, you could venture there, I'm sure there are many houses that'd gladly take in a boy with your stature."
Star means whore houses, brothels, whatever you call them. With his talent in bed, Angel could easily be the best, and his looks, well his looks pass him off as a girl at a first glance so there is that as well. He'd do better there than here, in a land where a man's main strength should be strength. | beekeeper | CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS | |
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Post by beekeeper on Nov 22, 2013 10:04:59 GMT -8
[attr="class","scream"] Ever since they were children, Angel had always followed along on Star's heels. He'd been too young to get anywhere on his own, and even now he went along with her khalasar, though he was hardly a part of it.
He raises a brow at her suggestion – he knows just what houses she means. The Dothraki fuck like animals, and not in the good way. "And I can take back the iron throne while I’m there." He said offhandedly – they had plenty of enemies across the narrow sea, though given than Angel had no interest in politics and power, no armies and no skill in battle, he was hardly the threat they might have imagined of a Targeryen heir.
"Besides, what would you do without me?" Angel teased. He knew Star would miss him. He might even miss her. A little.
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Post by WILLOW on Dec 3, 2013 16:47:25 GMT -8
Star laughs, "As long as you are reserving the throne for your older sister." Really though, Star has no interest in the iron throne, and she doubts Angel would be able to take it back anyway. It's a throne for fools, she rather likes the freedom she has in Essos.
She shrugs, "I don't know Angel, but I'll find a way to make do." As insincere as she seems, she's honest. If her little brother is happy, she'll be happy as well.
ooc; ahh late post i late sorry ;w; | beekeeper | CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS | |
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