hello i have no willpower [intro]

[queenofbeauty]

"--The door!"

Elia is screaming. She can hear them, they're nearly here, and she's never been so afraid for anything in her life as she is now. Clegane will hurt her, she knows, but she does not even want to think of what may happen to her children. He is a mountain, yes, but moreso, he is a monster

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[rob_fellows]

Here is someone who has never met any westerosis, believe it or not. Robin Goodfellow will jump from the first floor in response to the screaming. He's still the living picture of a fashion magazine, in faded jeans and a couture polo, but a flash on his vulpine features indicates that the superficiality is only appearant.

He kneels by the young woman, and says, "Miss, it's alright. There's no-one that will hurt you, here."

Assuming, perhaps that this is a bit before she's taken in, because we haven't had chivalrous Robin in a while.

[queenofbeauty]

Elia's first response is a squeak. Which is, tch, decidedly undignified, and she tries to reign in her emotions enough to, well, do less undignified things, urgh.

"I sincerely d-doubt that, ser." Because Elia is a realist, when it comes right down to it, "But I a-appreviate the sentiment."

I'm game. Heee, playing off a Robin will be so surreal XD

[rob_fellows]

"Oh, no, I mean it, very seriously," he replies, firm and reassuring in that tone he uses with Cassandra, sometimes. "It's only you and me, Lady, and I will not let harm come your way. Can you stand, M'am ?"

I think our characterizations are different, though, and at least his PB isn't Kyle Schmidt?

[queenofbeauty]

Elia decides a different approach is needed with this one. Just nod and smile, nod and smile. "Of course, ser." She holds out an arm, asking, "I-if you could help me to it, I would- would be grateful."

Exactly! Surreal in a good way, of course. LIKE A LIFE SEXPERIENCE.

[rob_fellows]

And of course Robin extends his hand, and reaches to help her, gently in case she is tender and hurt. "My Lady, are you hurt?"

Ah, good. It's always a bit concerning to RP with someone who has already written this muse. And. Hm. Yeah. I'm a natural worrier.

*worries*

[queenofbeauty]

"I d-do not believe so." She notes, and, trying to compose herself. "I was just-" Deeeep breaths, "A nasty scare. As you may have guessed."

hahaha it's okay, we're on equal footing as I always worry about new pups, especially my girl ones, sh.

[rob_fellows]

Robin gives her that reassuring smile - the one he gives when he says, 'and there is a 3 year guarantee, but of course, you will not need it'.

"Yes, I gathered that much. But as you may see, there is only you, and me. Rob Fellows, at your service."

And, having had the influence of Oberon, of all people, and Dionysus to go by, he gives her a charming bow.

[queenofbeauty]

Fellows is a terribly odd surname but. Something about beggars and choosers, here ...and, at least, she appreciates the bow.

It shows, somewhat, on her features, and she stands slowly, gifted, at least, with some level of confidence.

"Elia Martell," She says, slowly. Wondering if she should say her whole name.

[rob_fellows]

"A pleasure, My Lady," he replies, still very charming. "Now that you are upright, and returned to a more adequate position, is there anything I might do for your service?"

His eyes are observing, but not prying. He's just making mental notes - Elia's arrival is more than irregular.

And as I can't type anymore, I beds. Good night!

[queenofbeauty]

Elia gathers herself. "Might that you could tell me where I am, Ser Fellows?"

fff typing. Sleep well! ♥

[rob_fellows]

Ha, Ser. He likes that. Robin likes that a lot, actually, and he preens, a little.

"They call this place the Mansion, My Lady. Where ever you are from, this is not it - nor anywhere you or I have ever know before."

He has his theories, of course, and they involve portals, but he's not going to inflict them on the poor girl just yet.

Good morning, afternoon ! ♥♥♥ And I failed at replying to your previos ooc tag, but you're doing fine with the girl, by the way.

[queenofbeauty]

Elia sees your preen, and makes good to use it in the future. It's never a bad thing to call a person by a title they like.

She would probably not do well with portal theory, in any case. She dips her head in a not-quite-a-bowish sort of thing. "And how are you so at ease, then, in a place so alien to you?"

[rob_fellows]

He tries not to look too smug and probably doesn't do very well. "Ah, but I have been here a while, long enough to acquaint myself with the place, is all," he replies, charming and comfortable, as ever.

"As you will, soon enough, Lady Martell. But as I find myself to be your host, I should make sure that your impression goes untarnished. Is there aught that you need? A drink, a place to rest, perhaps?"

[queenofbeauty]

Elia, accustomed to dealing with nobles, is used to smug. This is strangely comforting, and her expression shifts to accommodate this comfort. Though she does mumble, "Princess." Because she is a Princess, not a Lady.

"Very kind of you, Ser Fellows. I would ask for a place to catch my breath, if you would be so kind." Her voice almost has the waver of panic and fear out of it. Slowly, slowly.

[rob_fellows]

He lifts one eyebrow at the slight correction - he cannot give her a title she did not tell him of, after all, but he offers her his arm, very gallantly.

"That is the easiest thing to handle, Your Grace. If you would be so kind as to join me?"

[queenofbeauty]

Being that Elia is known far and wide as a princess, in Westeros, specifically filling others in on her title will come with time, if ever. But anyway.

"Of course, ser." She does a half-curtsy, and takes his arm, smiling.