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ways_back_room2014-06-16 05:49 am
bjornwilde) wrote in ways_back_room2014-06-16 05:49 am
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DE: Meme Monday
Feeling a little braindead this morning, so how about a meme that got a lot of traction last time?
Post in with the pups you'd like to play with,
We'll tag back, presenting that character + a thing; e.g.: molly hayes + sleeping
You reply back with however that pairing strikes you. Answers can be a ficlet, head canon, your reaction to the pairing, or even just "That is a great idea for an EP", whatever really.
Repeat as needed.
Post in with the pups you'd like to play with,
We'll tag back, presenting that character + a thing; e.g.: molly hayes + sleeping
You reply back with however that pairing strikes you. Answers can be a ficlet, head canon, your reaction to the pairing, or even just "That is a great idea for an EP", whatever really.
Repeat as needed.
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Someone looking out in the early morning could have glimpsed Bronn moving among the tall, slender young aspens in almost complete silence. He wove and darted quick and fluid and very very unpredictable, his hand never even reaching for sword or knife. His movements could have been called 'graceful' in a different sort of man but in him they looked nothing if not purposeful and calculated. Because they were.
A knight he had fought alongside some time ago had pointed out he had plenty of talent for swordplay. Bronn honestly thought those words were a very pretty pile of shit. In his view, most fights ended when one of the fighters made a mistake, and the real talent lay in improving the chances of your opponent being the one to make it. That meant being prepared to take advantage of every little thing that would make the fight harder for them. Whether it be their weapon being heavier than yours, the closed field of view from wearing a helmet or broken terrain filled with tall, straight young aspens that got in the way of their blows.
Also, but he would never acknowledge it to anyone, probably not even to himself, the shade and the rustling of the leaves in the breeze were nice.
On Brandy: I'd say Bronn finds brandy nice, but only on occasions where danger is nowhere near, which in his world are very few and far apart. Wine and ale he knows and can handle. He could spend an evening drinking those and still kill any three men who came at him but brandy... Brandy is treacherous stuff. Bad brandy is little better than poison and good brandy goes in way too easily.
Still, sometimes it's nice to feel like you're hobnobbing with the nobs and have a cup of brandy with Tyrion.
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