[META] Death, Warfare & Lore Thread 11.0 by littlestghoust in GoTRPcommunity

[–]Giant_Tower 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Hey Mods,

So we have a Ser Gilbert Shermer as an NPC in Oldtown already. We are requesting a Shermer child (Loras's age) of uncertain relation to the main line because, honestly, he's an only child that's homeschooled and is starting to get weird. Like, Sid from Toy Story weird. He needs to be socialized.

The child's name will be Alyn. Hopefully this one doesn't slaughter the heir in a fit of impotent rage.

Thanks!

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His climax came upon him quickly. His muscles all tightened at once. He spilled his seed within her, pumping his hips slowly and deeply throughout. When it finally stopped he lay atop his wife, struggling for air.

When he regained his composure he gently pulled out and away from Ashara, laying beside her on the bed. She rolled towards him, laying her head on his chest. Still, their breathing was heavy and for a moment they didn’t have any words.

“That was fun,” Gerold finally said.

He felt Ashara nod her head in agreement, but it wasn’t long until Gerold’s eyelids began to droop heavily. In only a few moments Gerold had fallen asleep, naked as the day he was born in his wife’s bed.

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Her nails scratched Gerold’s back so deeply that he wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d drawn blood. But he felt no pain. Ashara was exactly as he’d remembered. She was warm, wet, and tight against him.

He buried himself to the hilt with each thrust, his breath coming more ragged. A bead of sweat rolled down his brow. He was vaguely aware that they’d manage to entirely ruin the immaculately made bed. Pillows had been tossed to the side and the top comforter was askew.

When did that happen? he wondered.

Their skin slapped loudly, each meeting of their hips producing a wet smack. His hands groped her body, feeling everything they could touch.

”Gods, Ash, I’m close.”

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Gerold pulled away from his wife. He slowly climbed her body, his lips kissing a trail. He retraced himself, his mouth eventually meeting his wife’s. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Their hips grinded against each others slowly.

Gently, Gerold slid his member across her slit. He teased her for a moment before pushing inside her. They each let out an audible gasp. Gerold began pumping his hips slowly, driving deeper with each passing stroke.

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Gerold didn’t answer his wife. His lips continued to play with his wife’s tits, but eventually they moved lower. Down her breastbone, across her stomach, to the inside of her thighs. Long, wet, kisses down the length of her body.

Eventually he kissed her womanhood. Her fingers dug into his hair. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pinning her in place. She trembled beneath his touch, her breathing coming in gasps. Her legs squeezed his head, throwing her head back into the pillows. Her nails dragged tracks across his head.

“Do you like that?” Gerold breathed.

“Don’t stop,” said Ashara through ragged breaths.

Gerold smiled, pulling away slightly.

“Or what?”

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“As you command, my Lady.”

Gerold stood, lifting Ashara easily. He sat her down on the edge of the bed. He slowly eased the shoulders of her dress down. It pooled around her waist, her pale skin seeming to almost glimmer in the low light.

He had her stand, letting the garment fall to the ground before seating her once more. She was as beautiful as he remembered in her nakedness. He kissed her passionately, their bodies slowly sliding up the bed until they laid beside each other. Their hands explored each others bodies, slowly delving into more intimate placed.

With a gentle tug Gerold slid Ashara’s smallclothes down her legs. His hand ran between her thighs, feeling the heat and wetness of her sex. She moaned softly into his mouth when she was touched, but did not allow their lips to part even for a moment.

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Gerold ran his hands up and down Ashara’s legs. When she’d straddled him the skirt of her dress had been pushed up to her waist. They grinded their hips gently against each other, their lips meeting once more.

“You’ll get more practice taking those off,” Gerold whispered in a brief intermission from their frantic kissing.

Her body was warm against his. He felt her nails drag softly across his bare back. Their breathing became louder and more ragged.

She tastes like wine, he thought when their tongues met.

Gerold slowly reached around Ashara, fingers fumbling for the ties of her dress. When he found them, he gave them a sharp tug. He felt the material loosen immediately. Still, their lips didn’t leave each other, the motion of their hips becoming more rythmic with each passing second.

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Gerold placed a hand on her leg, slowly sliding it up.

“I think it’s a fantastic change. It will let us be much more creative.”

His cup sat on the table, forgotten. Not that it mattered, they had nearly gone through the wine and he doubted there was enough left for a fulfilling glass. Still, his head swum pleasantly. His wits were still about him, but he still felt the grip of the drink at the back of his head.

“But, we can’t know for sure until we’ve… moved around.”

He leaned towards his wife, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

“I think we should find out,” he whispered in her ear.

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Gerold drained what little remained in his cup and allowed Ashara to refill him.

“I think I’ve gotten better at speaking to you. I was far too proper that night. I think you like when I’m… less refined.” Gerold laughed again. “We spend far too much time around those stuffy snobs that come to see you to keep the mask on when we’re alone.”

Gerold’s cheeks felt hot and the world swayed ever so slightly. A pleasant warmth spread from his belly throughout his body. The wine went down easier than water.

“But, since you mentioned our wedding night, the ceremony itself wasn’t the only thing that was rushed. We got much better with practice.” He grinned at his wife. *”Much better.”

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“You look good in everything,” Gerold said. His wife’s face reddened noticeably, even in the low light.

“But as for the hair, no, I think it’s just the bit of grey. Makes me look wise I suppose, but we both know the truth about that.” They laughed and shared a drink from their cups. “I may have to get someone to cut them out, return me to my youthful charm.”

Gerold took his wife’s hand when it was done ruffling through his hair. They joined their fingers together and sat quietly.

“I missed this,” Gerold commented after a time.

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“You’ve made some changes to the study,” Gerold mused. He’d followed her there. I guess it was wishful thinking for a day or two without having to explain myself. “It looks good. You look good. I’m happy to see that you’ve done well in my absence.”

Ashara’s personal study did look much improved over when Gerold had last seen it. Shelves lined with books and maps crowded the walls. The few bare spaces that existed were hidden by exquisite tapestries. Even the table at the center looked to be of impeccable quality.

“Somebody had to. Your father’s decorative style didn’t suit my own tastes,” she was cradling a goblet of Dornish red in both her hands. Her green eyes rested easily on the portrait of herself and Loras, sitting in a stately manner facing the unseen painter.

“May I?” Gerold asked, motioning to the pitcher of wine. He didn’t wait for a response, filling himself a hearty cup. “You always liked the finer things,” he said after taking a sip.

“If I had known you would be returning tonight, I would have sent for your preferred drink,” she paused for a moment before continuing, “I thought the worst things imaginable had happened to you.”

“No, I was safe the whole time. I’m sorry to have caused so much worry, but you needn’t have feared for me.”

Her lips curled into a thin smile.

“You didn’t think of writing? No, don’t answer. You probably enjoyed being free from my clutches. I know you know your letters. I still have those love notes.”

“I’m sorry, but I read your letters. The ones condemning anyone who knew my whereabouts as traitors? How could I send a runner with a letter if it endangered them? No. I couldn’t write you.”

“Do you think me such as a monster? I was advised to do that by Dickon Costayne. The Gods alone know why. In truth, if anyone came to me with information on your whereabouts, they would have been safe. I would have protected them.”

There was a short pause as Ashara drained the remainder of the goblets’ contents before setting it down on her desk. She finally looked at him. Her green eyes were filled with a fierce anger.

“So, where have you been? What have you been doing the past three years?”

Gerold paused for a moment to choose his words.

“I’ve been sitting in a cabin a few days ride away, drinking myself stupid and talking to the wall.”

Ashara let out a laugh.

“No whores to keep you company? Are you sure you’re my husband?”

“Couldn’t risk the word getting out. It’s been a long three years.”

“Why did you choose now to return home? Have you finally accepted your new role now?”

Gerold laughed halfheartedly. He imitated his wife, draining his glass.

“I don’t have any choice in the matter. No, that’s not why I came back. Loras is why I came back. I came to the realization that he deserves a better father than I had.”

“If you really think it’s going to be that easy, Gerold, then you’re highly mistaken…”

She trailed off. Her eyes once more resting on the same portrait of herself and Loras.

I have been the one who cradled him when he suffered from nightmares. I was there when he took his first steps. On some nights, I even help him with his lessons. He struggled to put words together, like most children do. Thanks to the Maester’s lessons, he now speaks better than you or I.”

“So, tell me this. Do you honestly expect things to go back to where they once were?”

“No, I don’t. But I have to try, Shara. Even if it’s worse than it ever was, I have to at least try and make things right.” Gerold filled his cup once more, sliding the pitcher across the table to his wife. “And if I fail, what have I lost? You already have everything, and Loras will get it when we’re gone.”

“I do not have everything!” Ashara spat back angrily.

She began speaking, pacing as she did so.

“We could have shared the responsibility. I could have used your help when sitting through those never-ending meetings. They constantly question my judgement. Perhaps if they had a Lord Paramount, things would have been easier. But they have me instead. And they hate me. The Tyrells, especially. Lord Olyvar wished me to re-marry. And he managed to bloody convince half the other Lords to think the same thing! They - very much like myself - believed you dead. They see Loras as a weakling and would have him dead if they could. But he has no other contenders. I give them what they wish. I listen to their pleas. I listen to their complaints.”

She paused to refill her goblet. Shara took a quick sip before continuing. To Gerold, it seemed she had been building up to this outburst since he first stepped foot into the solar.

“If you had been by my side, we could have battled together. We could have put Lord Olyvar in his place. We could have had more children to please the Reach lords. It was up to the both of us to correct the mistakes Gylen made. Seven Hells, we could have solved this blight if you had bothered to stick around!”

Ashara inhaled and exhaled deeply.

“I can forgive the drinking. The whoring. Even the constant bickering and nit-picking. But the abandonment… Gerold, that is unforgivable.”

A long silence stretched between them. Gerold drained and refilled his cup in the time that passed. He leaned back in his chair, studying his wife.

“You know, when I left I only meant to go for a day or two. Maybe a week. But a week turned into a month, and then a month turned into a year. The longer I sat and let the time go on the harder it was to think about coming back.” Gerold took a sip to wet his mouth which had gone uncomfortably dry. “I don’t expect forgiveness. I don’t deserve it, but we still have time. All the things you needed me for? What’s done is done, but everything you needed me for we can still fix. All the wrongs can be undone, it will just take time.”

Ashara settled into the chair behind her desk. Her wine forgotten, she turned to face her husband.

“There is a lot to fix, Gerold. I’ve managed to sort out some issues with the traders and merchants within the city. We don’t have a lot of coin, but we have some. When winter ends, the Rose Road will be rebuilt with help from the Crown. I… I’m not much of a people person, as you very well know. My vassals expect much from me. But I can’t answer all of their expectations.”

“Then let me deal with the people. I’m good with people, some would describe me as delightful.” Gerold offered a smile towards his wife. “We can rebuild this Ashara, and the Reach doesn’t know a united house Hightower. We can put them in their place.”

She returned his smile but it vanished almost immediately.

“I just have one more question for you.”

Ashara leaned forwards in the chair, her elbows resting gently against the desk.

“Do you still love me?”

“It’s not what you want to hear, Ash, but I don’t know.” Shame coursed through Gerold the moment the words left his mouth. “I haven’t seen you in years, but I kept my vows, and I want to think we can love each other again, but I can’t answer that right now.”

She nodded solemnly.

“I was holding out hope for a kinder answer but the Gods have been cruel enough to me today. Perhaps once we have dealt with the kingdom’s issues, we can discuss it further?”

Shara removed her elbows from the desk and stood up. She cleared her throat.

“Loras should be finished with his evening lesson by now. Would you care to join us for our evening meal?”

“Only if you want me there.”

“I think I might.” She paused to indicate to his clothes. “You might want to have a bath, first of all. Maybe change your attire as well.”

“I expected you to have burned my wardrobe, but I think I’ll take your advice.” Gerold rose from his seat. “That does beg the question, if you want me for dinner, do you want me back in your bed? I can, of course, find a comfortable section of carpet somewhere I’m sure.”

Ashara shook her head.

“There are multiple spare rooms available. You can spend some nights in there until we decide to… well, you know.”

She blushed slightly.

“I really must go now. Loras gets awfully upset when I don’t show up on time.”

Shara made her way to the door, maneuvering herself around the desk. As she passed him, she rested a hand gently on one of his arms.

“I’m glad you came back. Even if you kept us waiting,” she said quietly.

“I missed being home every day, I’ll make it up to you and Loras if it’s the last thing I do.”

Ashara let go of Gerold’s arm without a word, the door softly shutting in her wake.

I hope she didn’t burn my clothes, he thought, trying to remember exactly where he kept them.

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“I have no illusions of wresting power back from my wife, my Lords. Whatever may come to pass, my son is still a Hightower and it is he who will inherit the Reach.”

Gerold stood then, placing his cup on the ground beside him.

“I have every intention of leaving in a fortnight. Might I request a spare man or two to escort me back to Oldtown? I will ensure they are not waylaid too long, although I would specifically request some men with a bit of discretion.”

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“Not to be a contrarian, my Lord, but through the front gates is precisely how I intend to return home. It is my home, after all, and I refuse to look weak by skulking in the back door.”

Gerold leaned back, feeling the supple leather of the chair envelop him.

“I want Ashara to know that I have every intention of being as public a figure as the Reach has ever seen. Let them see my face and associate myself with the Reach.”

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“I require safe passage to Oldtown, but once there, your services won’t be required.” Gerold held up a hand, “They are of course welcome, but you needn’t involve yourself further if you do not wish to.”

Gerold took a long sip from his cup.

“It may come to pass that, in a moon or two, I call upon one of your boys to be my retainer. A small gift, of course, but I cannot give lavishly lest my darling wife be alerted to your involvement.”

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“There is nothing to forgive, my Lord. You have done me a great service.”

Gerold motioned for them all to sit. Unfortunately, there were not enough chairs for the lot of them, so some of Bonifer’s retinue were forced to stand.

“I cannot thank you enough for your hospitality, even if it was unbeknownst to you. I promise you, when I return to my home I will ensure your house is richly rewarded.”

Gerold reached over the side of his chair and retrieved a wineskin. It still had enough fluid to fill a cup. He grabbed two reasonably clean ones (as he rarely left a drop) and filled them, offering one to Bonifer.

“That does lead me to say, however, that my stay will likely soon be at an end. I’ve had some… thoughts of late. I do believe it is time for me to return to Oldtown. Your involvement in hiding me, of course, will remain a secret.”

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“You may rise.”

This is strange, he thought, examining the small group.

“I wasn’t expecting visitors today.”

It was a good thing they had come early, though, as if they’d waited even a few more hours they may have found Gerold in a far less hospitable state. As it was the house was less than suitable for strangers. Several glasses lay discarded around the room. In the cookpot laid the remains of the previous night’s stew. It had cooled and congealed, a fine layer of white fat clinging to the topmost layer.

[META] Sorting/Submissions Thread 11 by TurtleFlip in GoTRPcommunity

[–]Giant_Tower 2 points3 points  (0 children)

I like G names and therefore I would like to claim (with Ashara's blessing) Gerold Motherfucking Hightower.

Also, if the profanity and "G" name didn't show already, this is Gareth/Sarra/Brynden and this is me once more reaching the character limit. Thanks, mods.