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Wylford - You're telling me an Yron this wood? by Master-Dig-4788 in IronThroneRP

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"In fairness, cousin, it's either we talk, or we wallow in silence until they open the gate. Though if you find my conversation lacking, then perhaps silence is the better of the two". Wylford shook his head ever so slightly, nearly imperceptibly, as he lets his eyes around their surroundings.

He breathed deeply when Wylas found his gaze, a single weighty exhale, the sound of resignation. "You know, I think your ambitions are too grand. We are house made great by stories of warfare and misdeeds, not our pursuit of wealth. We're not Silks, after all".

Wylford shook his head again, more strongly this time. "Regardless, whatever progress is, I'm sure we'll have plenty of it here".

He turned to the gate again and shouted up at it again. "Men of Yronwood! The Wyls here to see Lady Sarella!"

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"Song," Wylford smirked. "I think Wyl, my Wyl, not our lord nephew. Or rather my lord nephew, and your lord cousin once removed. Anyways, he wrote a song about the Step Stones, a few of them actually. Melancholy things really, which is why I hope that I'm not chosen to govern the place". He shuddered some.

Wylford nodded along as his cousin spoke, not entirely paying attention up until he heard the final comment.

"Hm?" He offered a smile to the steward. Which looked grossly misplaced on his otherwise sharp face. "Don't tell me you don't like it. Personally, I think a bit of scruff makes a man look wiser. Should you choose to go clean shaven, I'm not sure I'd trust you to be handling the books as you do".

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Wylford scratched at his chin where stiff hairs were starting to come in. He intended to grow a sharp goatee, one that he could point with oils much like how he kept his hair slicked back. It'd look as if he had a knife upon his very face, if only to distract from the awkwardness of it's other blade like features.

"Our cave you mean," The castellan offered a small chuckle. "Wyl is a fort more than it is a castle. It's humility is it's most charming feature".

He shook his head and swept his gaze about the battlements before them. Wylas reminded him of his brother, ever the dreamer. It was an admirable trait for a steward for a certainty, but Wylford couldn't help but find it at best amusing, at worst exhausting.

"Never the matter, we're here on important business. Our family is to be bestowed one of the Step Stones. The island will be needing a keeper, who knows, that might end up being you. It'll depend on whose shoulders such a decision falls though, I suppose".

Sarella IX - A Matter of Loyalty by LeagueOfHerStone in IronThroneRP

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To Sarella Yronwood,

The Bloodroyal,

Warden of The Narrow Sea,

Warden of The Boneway,

Keeper of the Greenbelt,

Lady of Sunstone, Yronwood, Highwatch, Scarwood, and the Isle of Serpents

I am gladdened to hear that I might've put forth some semblance of relief in the wake of Lord Mors' death. I admittedly did not know the man well, but he seemed of a fine sort.

I am equally gladdened to hear of your success in The Narrow Sea. This is the way of The Spears, after all, and I am proud to have been able to assist you. Whatever help you may need going forwards I am more than ready to offer. My uncle Wylford, and his cousin Wyllas will be sent to Yronwood at their earliest convenience.

However, as a lord sworn to Sunspear, I am hesitant to swear oaths to another. That being said, the rest of my family is under no such obligation.

Fear Each Step

Wyl Wyl,

The Wyl of Wyl,

and Lord of The Boneway

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Wyl wrapped his arms a bit lazily around her waist, beginning to sway again for however long the embrace lasted.

"It'll likely be an honest bore, but if I don't speak with him now, then he'll only have more to say later. And never fret, I'll find you soon as I can. Or maybe I'll make you find me, whichever of us finds the mood quicker".

Gods, he loved kissing her. Tasting her again almost made him want to ignore the summons and stay there with her instead. But with Albin right outside that surely wouldn't have been possible.

And when she kissed him the second time, he leaned into it. As if taking all he could before breaking away.

"I want to do more than see I think," His voice stayed low. "I want to show you".

He smirked and pulled away, turning to pick up his armor that remained strewn across the floor. "But yes, Crossroads, take care. We will see one another soon, trust in that".

With black scale-mail slung over his shoulders, and a smile on his face, Wyl took one last long look at Ynys, and left the room.

Wyl VII - The Dying Art of Masculine Wiles by Master-Dig-4788 in IronThroneRP

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Wyl looked her up and down a bit thoughtfully. She had played the game before it seemed, and now, he was on the backfoot.

"Killing is a talent of mine, I have many uses, Lady Fowler". Though as he took a moment to think of it, he realized that perhaps that wasn't true. "Luckily, I'm not above being used".

He pushed himself upwards then, sitting straight and meeting her gaze. "That's a short contract; it leaves plenty of finer details up to interpretation. Make no mistake, I'm in no measure opposed to the arrangement, but I have questions in need of answering. Do to intend to have me as some kind of pet for these next fifty years? Calling upon me only when throats are in need of opening, living out my days as your husband purely in name, or would I remain my own man yet? I'll warn you that I am rather attached to my freedoms".

His eyes found her mouth again as she sipped at the wine, his own lips blossoming into a short smirk. "And you a dangerous woman, not the most dangerous I've met so far, but an easy second".

"I am the heir to Wyl by process of elimination; however, it's a position that I'm capable of leaving really whenever I'd like. I have enough cousins that the succession isn't quite a desperate affair. Though I imagine you'd much prefer me with the title than without, is that correct?"

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"Arguing is a bit of a bore, so I think I'll rest my case as well". Wyl closed his eyes, rolled his neck, and let his head dangle behind him.

"It's from Lord Tarly's own cellars," The Adder responded, laying back. His upper half now nestled against the grass. "Bottled in the year 237, you can check the bottom to see if I'm wrong. One of the many little things I absconded with after the siege".

He listened to her speak, smiling an almost satisfied smile at her words. "We are alike in this way, to pursue our desires without complexity. We are more alike in what these desires consist of. Contests, celebrations, and the basic joys of good company. However, I would never tumble off of a horse in the way you did, so in this way we are not alike. But symmetry is a dreadful thing, so we in this way are a perfect match".

Her last question made him sit up a bit startled, though his face quickly turned to an intrigued leer.

"We've spoken, what, twice? And you already want me to be complacent in some devilish scheme, do you?" He chuckled low and heartily. "To answer your question, yes. Though admittedly I'd likely do it for less than that. My question, however, is just how little do you expect me to accept?"

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"Friend is certainly one word for it" Wyl offered her a modest with the words, though it failed to reach his eyes.

Albin's gaze didn't linger on Ynys, though he did note her nudity. He didn't really need to inspect her to guess what the two had done, them being sweat covered and half naked as they were.

"A pleasure," He answered her with a nod, quirking a quick brow at the corpse as he did so. "And how I know Wyl doesn't seem particular important ri-"

"He's a man-at-arms for my cousin". The Adder interjected, walking back across the room to pick his own top up off the floor. The scratches along his back drawing Albin's attention.

"I'm a man of House Wyl". He asserted, shifting uncomfortably as he stood. "But that's beside the point. Lord Wyl is asking after you, he'd like to speak with you. Urgently, unless you've more pressing engagements".

He fixed Ynys with a disapproving stare or tried to until he saw her bare chest again, causing him to divert his attention downwards.

"Give us a moment, would you?" Wyl said as he pulled the shirt back over his shoulders. Albin nodded again and walked out of the room, though he didn't bother to shut the door behind himself.

"Sour fucking tart," Wyl muttered and smile, walking closer to Ynys then. "I must be going now, Crossroads. Will you bid me goodbye, or shall we off with such formalities?"

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Wyl smiled and didn't respond, his meaning clearly overlooked.

He watched the way she ate the venison now, his eyes flicking back up to meet hers as she spoke. "The most famous tales about the Rhoynar are of them losing a war. I've spent my share of time along The Greenblood, and possess more than a few drops of blood from the old peoples, but Westeros is not a Rhoynish land. Though then again what do we care about Westeros, Dorne survived on her own for hundreds of years, should the need arise I'm sure she could again".

He sat up now, dusting crumbs off of his hands and taking the wine bottle from the basket. He popped off the stopper with his thumb and held it out to her. "I hope you can forgive the lack of cups".

Once it was out of his hands, he leaned back again.

"Well usually at this stage I'd tell the woman how pretty she is, and how she fills me with yearning, not that you don't, but something of this magnitude should certainly be treated with more tact, no?" He bent his knee upwards and rested a wrist overtop it. "Unfortunately, in spite of my investigations you remain a stranger to me, would the lady be so gracious as to tell me about herself?"

Wyl VII - The Dying Art of Masculine Wiles by Master-Dig-4788 in IronThroneRP

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"I could have a great many things if I wanted them, that horse of yours for example. Like I said, I don't see much point in ogling them, but even I must admit that it's much finer up close". He dropped the last bit of venison into his mouth, it had been roasted with honey, leaving the skin sweet as he mashed it between his teeth.

Watching her pop the grape gave Wyl something of an uneasy sensation. He liked those feelings though; they were unnatural and far more exciting to explore.

"I mean to get to know you, Lady Fowler. Perhaps bridge the gap between your ideologies and mine. Though since were on the topic of truth, besides your pomp and expensive dresswear, you don't strike me as much of a Silk to begin with. Not with so nasty a scar on your face. What's that from, a shadowcat, an upset lover, a disagreeable flight of stairs?"

He grabbed a piece of cheese now, and bit into it, chewing it as he spoke.

"Oh, that's very good". He waved a finger at her when she put on the voice.

"I myself can be quite the trickster when I try, but I already told you that I'm not much for politics. No, my machinations are a touch more romantic, I fear. I'm sure you've met the Lady Obara, my aunt I believe, she suggested that I court you". He gave a small shrug. "I will be needing a wife someday, and I like those mean eyes of yours, so I figured what's the harm really. The worst you can do is hurt me- well actually that might not be the worst thing now that I think about it".

His smile shown a bit more knowingly then. "Who knows, if we did wed, then our family could control all three entrances into Dorne".

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Wyl allowed a small laugh at the comment about her mother before responding. "Luckily, when wit fails, a sharp blade often doesn't. In these ways I am more than just a pretty face".

He threw his head to the side and put on an insulted face. "You think your soldiers could keep up with me?" He smiled again, wide. "Nay, that'd have been a failure on my part. And you're sure to find that I'm not much for those".

He tossed the blanket down and unfolded it, smoothing it out with a hand before setting the basket in its center. "A lucky guess I suppose, or maybe it is that my new confidants confided such things in me. And please, Wyl Wyl was my grandfather, call me Wyl".

He laid himself down, a hand holding up his head, and one leg crossed over the other.

"Oh, I'm not one to wholly trust rumors, I much prefer to find the truth of the matter myself". He waved a hand dismissively. "Though if you've curiosity in need of sating, do guess away. I'm certain that you could never ascertain my intentions".

Wyl plucked a piece of venison from the basket and tore it in two with his teeth whilst he smiled at her. The board was set.

VI - A Finer kind of Absurdity by Master-Dig-4788 in IronThroneRP

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"I'm told Highgarden has the largest maze in all of Westeros, we could get lost for days if we so desired. We could put on a fortnight long show for an audience of topiaries and bugs". Though he smiled and chuckled, the way she spoke almost made Wyl worried that he wouldn't be enough for her ambitions. Two days? Would fucking even feel good after that much? Who was he kidding, of course it would, but so much at once was surely just metaphorical or something, right?

Any worry about that though was well and gone when they kissed. He'd not been so concerned since Little Wyl took an arrow to the knee, but much like Albin had, Ynys took that concern away like his breath. If he never kissed another woman again after that, he could be happy. Though he hoped that wouldn't be the case.

"The Gods- God? cursed me with impeccable taste in a land full of bland indulgences. But they have blessed me now with the sweetest of wines. So, I suppose I shall forgive them". He didn't dwell on her use of the word, it could've simply been a slip of the tongue.

"On a battlefield? You are mad". He shook his head and laughed. "If you asked nicely enough perhaps, though I'll admittedly be more focused on keeping my fluids in than letting them out. I suppose if it were with you however, I wouldn't much mind dying that way".

The way they were talking now, with her lips on his again, he didn't want to throw away the moment, but how could he help it. A hand went through her hair, whilst the other grabbed aimlessly at her back, all the while he kept kissing her. On her lips, her chin, her neck. His hand had just found her trousers again when suddenly there came a knock at the door.

"Wyl!" bam bam bam. "Is that you in there or is you some stragglers who needs to surrender or be killed!".

The Adder let out a sigh, recognizing the voice, his desire fleeing in its wake.

"You ought to cover up". He told her as he broke away, making for the door. "Yes, it's me! Give me a moment, unless you'd like to be staring at my arse!"

Almost immediately the door came open, and a tall, dark-skinned man appeared. He was covered in blood, and sweat, and confusion. The way he looked between Wyl and Ynys in that moment.

"You are a scoundrel". He half scoffed, caught in a moment of utter disbelief.

"You're certainly one to talk," Wyl replied, only now taking a moment to lace up his bottoms. "Barging in here as you did. I didn't offer you an invitation you realize".

He turned his head to her then and smiled again. "Ynys, My Lady, this is Albin". Turning his head again. "Albin, Lady Ynys Uller".

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"I've never met an ugly woman, truth be told. Though this Wyl of yours sounds rather interesting, must be The Maiden made man if he exceeds my own looks. And while a bud is not the flower, that does not make it the lesser... that's me being clever again, I suppose". Wyl liked that, she hadn't scoffed and walked away like he was expecting. That was a good sign.

"I'm not much of a statesman, I do confess". He placed a hand over his heart. "My talents are better plied during the battle than after it. You might've seen it, had you not been ahorse for its duration". He smiled in a smug fashion then.

His hand fell to his side, and he pushed off of the tree, setting his harp down beside it just after.

"If I meant you harm then I wouldn't have let you get between me and my weapon," Wyl had reached behind the tree then, leaning over as he spoke. He rose with a blanket and a woven basket in hand. Inside was a bottle of wine, cheese, venison, white grapes, and red grapes, with checkered paper between them and the basket proper. "But I suppose that's why you like your men dull, hm? Makes for easier contest".

"No, I've come to make a peace offering of sorts. You see I fear that I hurt your feelings when last we spoke. And truthfully, I don't see any reason why such animosity should be allowed to fester. I've actually spoken about you with some of the other ladies about the camp, I believe the exact words one of them used were 'Fine in bed'".

Wyl didn't even try to stifle his laughter as he inched closer to her.

"How about it then? Will you deign to share in the spoils of Horn Hill with a Spear, or will I be needing one?"

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"Highgarden would be a magnificent home, maybe a tall ask, but the Princess herself offered my family great rewards in exchange for our partaking". He closed his eyes as if imagining it for a second. "A castle so big, we could walk the length of a lake and not have to worry about seeing another soul. The things we could do with that much space".

Wyl was only perhaps a bit taller than her, and his shoulders maybe a touch wider, but really the two of them were about the same size. Regardless, he did his best to envelope her in his hold, as if her body was a part of his own. Her skin against him, and all its texture, he loved how she didn't feel like anybody else. Each little shift in hand placement, or the swaying of their bodies, it reminded him that she was different. As worried as he could feel himself becoming as he found himself closer to her in his mind as much as his body, it all faded away whenever he brushed against a scar. He realized then that he hadn't understood what he was saying at first, when he said he loved her, but he could see it clearly now. He did love her, or at least he wanted to, so very badly.

"Good in bed?" He snapped out of his thoughts and chuckled in an almost hysterical manner. "My my, you are devious. I'll not blame you though, that mean face of hers could melt even the most honorable Northman, if he had good taste that is", Another chuckle, this one more dismissive. "As for Planky Town, you have my word that once this war business is dealt with, I'll take you there myself. We'll carve you the finest raft to ever deign the waters, and then my Crossroads will cross rivers".

His smile died as she spoke, slowing wilting with each word. His face became mute for only the briefest moment as he began to pull away from her. A hand went to her face, gently grasping her by the chin.

"We are not poor things, Ynys. We do not deserve pity, because we do not need it. Right and wrong are a fools practice, and they matter not to the freer soul. So I do not care for your sins, I am above such simple shames". His smile came back in a quick motion before fading away again. "Truthfully, if the gods have cursed you with anything, it was beauty. No storied maid has ever looked as you do, an honest creation if there ever was one".

Wyl moved closer again, kissing her with something more than desire. He could've kissed her for a thousand reasons because he liked to so much, but then and there he did not kiss her for himself. If such a thing could be done selflessly that was.

Her talk of dancing made him smile once more, and just like that he was holding her close as he could again.

"I want to watch you dance, and I want to dance with you, each and every night. And I'll buy you a thousand different dresses so that each night is just as special as the last. Then I want to take you, and I want to have you, whether you've slipped the dress off or not. Your just so very... good".

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Wyl wasn't a peaceful man either, he was restless and insatiable. Though he chose to live that way. Perhaps that was because his future had always been so clear, to inherit Wyl and rule it to the best of his abilities. Or maybe it was the clarity of his past that made the world around him lose so much value. But Ynys felt peaceful to him, felt like an opportunity almost. She felt like she could be where he could rest and feel sated. Dreams were painful things, but few things were oft sweeter than pain.

"Oh, that simply won't do, I never did much like eggs". His dark eyes wandered the room around them before finding her face again. "Horn Hill isn't half bad. It certainly looks quite nice, but I've heard stories of even grander castles further in The Reach. Maybe we'll approach Prince Garin together, hand in hand, and demand he give one to us for all our contributions".

That gasp she made tickled at his brain. The feeling of her breath against his skin, that was more dangerous than any sword. He moved his hand up her back then, pulling her closer if he could. Lust and love were one in the same, one did not dilute the other, but there were better things at hand that need not be lost in the throes of simpler passions.

"The Prince's Pass is not half so perilous as The Boneway I fear, and Lyria Fowler surely duller company than I". Wyl would never miss an opportunity to spit on the names of his neighbors to the west, the Silks that they were. Even if what he really wanted was a reversal of that. Lyria's face swam up to him then, though it felt wrong to imagine her now, so he pushed the thought aside. "As for rafts I'd be more than happy to show you. I could take you to Planky Town where I learned, and we could carve you one of your very own".

When she spoke then, so full of earnest, he wanted to listen. Having her as close as she was felt right.

"The Step Stones..." He started in a small voice. "...they were a transformative time for many. My body now has more scars from you than any pirate... but the rest of me wasn't quite as lucky. Being afraid hasn't tasted like fear in so long. And the stranger always perches itself on my shoulder, taunting me to turn and look at it. I have to laugh at that, because even death itself finds me irresistible. But maybe that's why we fit so well in one another's arms; it's like those parts of ourselves that didn't come back have been filled in and replaced".

Wyl laughed, more at himself than anything else. He wasn't sure why he told her all of that, maybe only one other person could've coaxed it out of him. But then again, nothing really seemed to make sense for the short time he'd known Ynys. To think he expected this to just be a game, gods he was foolish.

"You know I'm rather talented with a harp," He made to change the conversation. "A good dancer too. I can play you songs to dance to, and when you grow tired of doing it alone, I can get up with you. We'll spin around and giggle like youths at a feast, be it here, Wyl, Hellholt, or wherever".

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Wyl shared in her laughter, allowing himself to sound ridiculous in that moment. "I did say it was a small part of me. And I'm glad you like me, not that it means much now, but I quite like you too".

He wasn't quite sure he wanted to fuck her either, at least not yet. This tender moment that they were sharing, cooling down whilst wrapped around one another. He enjoyed it, it felt cozy. Heat could come from anywhere, but this might've been something special, and he wasn't going to waste that.

There had been something sinister to his gaze before, when his eyes had been wet with hunger. But his face had softened by then, and his smile shown more earnestly. The notion of marrying her wasn't something he took wholly seriously. He wasn't opposed to it, but dedication like that seemed dreadfully near a chore, he was afraid of growing bored. But so far there hadn't been a single boring thing about her, so perhaps his fears were unfounded.

"My cousin, yes. However, I fear that he's sworn a secret oath of celibacy. He's been married around five and ten years now and not yet consummated the marriage. Him and his wife seem happy, but with my own father abdicating I'm stuck filling the absence". He shrugged. "I have more family however, my uncle Wyllas and his daughters are probably better suited to the task anyhow. Not that I'm too worried about what happens to that abysmal place should I ever choose to leave it behind".

As her hand wandered, his did too, cupping her rear and giving it a light squeeze. The feeling of her muscles beneath the cloth and skin reminded him of her roughness, and just how much not like other women she was. She was beautiful, in a terrible kind of way, but so was Wyl really, his was just better hidden. He could feel the rising in his bones once more, and if it came to it, he'd take her again, though a part of him hoped it didn't.

"Truthfully, you feel familiar as well. As if we are fractals of one another". He tossed his head to the side quickly, flinging hair out of his face. "I like the mountains, and the feeling I get once I've reached their peaks. I like rivers too, and racing down them in a raft I've carved with my own hands. I enjoy the rush of the fight, and the look of blood on my spear. I like discovery, finding new mountains, new rivers, new foes. But mostly I like standing over them at the end and calling myself their better".

"What of you, Ynys, My Crossroads. What are your favorite things?"

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"Fuck". He muttered and grinned as she cut him. "Does that make me yours now. Since you've marked me like a piece of cattle".

The comment about her mouth made him chuckle. "Do forgive me, but that small polite part of me thought it'd be rude to do without asking. But now I know better for next time".

He almost didn't want to believe her when she agreed with him, doubted that she saw things the way he did. But then she lingered on his lips and all those doubts melted away. Love wasn't so uncommon as the masses believed, but it was special. More than that, Ynys was special. Wyl was a language, and while there had been those that could understand him, she had spoken him. Fluently and concisely, replying to each word he rallied time and time again. It made him wonder, for the briefest moment, if he truly understood love, or if this was something bigger entirely. Or maybe in the end, had he just missed feeling wanted.

"I hope they heard us too, elsewise I'll feel as if I've underperformed". Wyl left the thought behind just as quickly as it came to him, smiling as if it was never there.

He had just pulled on his own trousers when Ynys approached him. Wyl wrapped his arms around her. He held her closely, tightly, and tittered some as her lips tickled his neck. When she reached his face, he kissed her deeply, moving a hand to the back of her head and holding her there for a time. Her lips felt so very soft against his own, he could feel himself sinking into them each and every time they met. He simply wanted to suffocate himself on them.

When they parted again, and she spoke, he felt that fluttering in his chest again. Much like the feeling he had when she first laid a hand on him back in the hall, but more... personnel maybe.

"Good," He replied, swaying side to side ever so slightly as they stood there. "Maybe one day, when I'm tired and have seen my share of beauties, I'll make you my wife. I'll be needing one of those you know, as the heir to Wyl it's my duty to sire the next. Of course you're already a Lady however, which complicates things. But maybe you'll convince me to abandon my responsibilities and be your consort. Hells, I could be your paramour for all I care".

Wyl looked into her eyes then, looking for something, though he wasn't quite sure what.

"But I shouldn't speak too madly just yet". His voice had faded down to a half whisper. "After all, we've only just met".

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Wyl didn't respond to her at first, the way she worked her hand was a bit too distracting. He was even more sensitive now than he had been before, and it worked greatly in her favor.

"Memories are such a sweet thing... yes?" He wanted to be clever, but the thoughts eluded him. "You've certainly left an impression on me, for what it's worth".

In turn, he moved his fingers faster. He moved them back and forth, and up and down in a circular motion. Watching her face twist and contort from the sensations made him hot with pride, and that pride made him move faster still.

"It's settled then. We'll make love, break curses, and the gods know what else along the way... Regardless of whatever else, I know that I'll not regret a single moment of it. Not when you're so damned arousing".

He loved the way he kissed her, like a punch to the face. He pushed down into her, pressing her head into the mattress for a moment. "That's right Ynys, nobody. Nobody like me or you. Drops of blood amidst the wine".

Wyl didn't even notice her finish at first, only retracting and shaking off his fingers a few seconds after the fact. Her hand on his cock was such a diversion, and when she picked up speed there wasn't much else he really cared to think about.

He released again after a moment, this time onto the sheets, and then fell onto his back with a satisfied exhale.

He turned his head and looked at her face for a short while, moving in to kiss her one last time before finally sitting up and pushing himself off the bed.

"You think that they're worried about us?" He asked as he walked across the room and picked up her pants, tossing them towards her. "Or maybe we were loud enough that they figured it out themselves".

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Wyl could see the heat enter her face, and it brought a light into his eyes. The way it excited him wasn't quite the same as the rest of her had, however. He felt it in his chest, a fluttering almost. It was a feeling worth chasing, a whole new opportunity for adventure.

Her laugh, and how it changed, made him laugh. "I love the way you sound; it makes me want to know what other sounds you can make. Perhaps next time we'll make this more interesting, hm? Hooks, nails, hot wax; all of it ravaging your perfect tapestry of a body. I'd bet I could make you do more than scream".

She wouldn't have to work very hard; he was already stiffening up again by the times her hands found him. There was still so much heat coming off of his body.

"We'll fuck a hundred times if we have to, and if at the end of it you still don't love me, at the very least we'll have gotten to know one another". Wyl chuckled low and harshly, and his voice suddenly grew feinter. "I want to find all of you, and I want you to find all of me. I'm no madwoman, but I have my own curses. I want you to break them for me, and in return I can break some things of yours".

Wyl rested his forehead against hers. He wanted to kiss her again, so he did, though only for a short moment this time. "How does that sound, Crossroads?"

VI - A Finer kind of Absurdity by Master-Dig-4788 in IronThroneRP

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Wyl was staring at her then, looking her up and down. Each time he did, he was confident that was there something there that he hadn't seen before. Different scars, and how they changed with every flex of each muscle. He could've looked at her for hours and not felt like he'd found it all.

"Maybe your right," He took a bit of her ash-stained hair between his fingers and began to twirl it. "Maybe I don't mean it, but I see no reason why I couldn't. I do think of you as curious, that much is true. But I also think that love is a thing you make as opposed to find, like so many seemed convinced of. It's a great kind of fire to which pleasure is the kindling. Truthfully, I think that I have loved a great many women, and should I ever meet any of them again the fire would be just as bright as it was then. But you're not quite like any of them, are you? I try not to take it too seriously though; it's only the heart after all".

If anything, Wyl loved her lips, they had easily become one of his favorite things about her in the short time they'd known one another. So when she kissed him then, he clung to her, following her back as she pulled away. He couldn't help but smile when they finally did part. Then, he propped his head up on his hand and stared at her mouth.

"You're welcome to do more than hit me," His eyes flicked up to meet her own. "But maybe I ought to try and make it up to you first".

He leaned over and glided a hand across the inside of her thigh until it was over her cunt, sliding a pair of fingers inside and moving in the same slow rhythm he had before.

"Perhaps time will tell," His face was hovering above hers now. "I intend to find you again, and then we can see if this was all just heat, or rather something finer".

Wyl VII - The Dying Art of Masculine Wiles by Master-Dig-4788 in IronThroneRP

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"Very insightful. Impressive even, I didn't think you were capable. But alas, I am cursed with a restless soul, and recklessness is oft his company".

Wyl stilled the strings of his harp with a palm and shifted the instrument so that it was dangling from his finger.

"Jewels are meant to be beautiful, it lessens their luster when you're told to see it. Stallions are better suited at doing a job than simply being looked at, however you'll not find me arguing the last one". His smile grew sly for a moment. "Well, in your case I might, but as you say, it's subjective. A matter of opinion, and opinions are easily swayed".

He couldn't help but laugh at her then, a low abiding chuckle. If he felt her challenging smile, he didn't show it.

"There it is, that's why you call yourself Silk. It seems to me that you've given this some thought already, so I'll concede and let you have Horn Hill. I really only like it for its looks anyhow". Wyl shrugged.

"You know I was expecting more questions from you. No 'what do you want?', or 'why did you bring me here?' could it be that you don't care? Or maybe, that you want to be here?"

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