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.

[rob_fellows]

Let's face it: Elia is pretty and Robin is, well, Robin. He gives her a charming smile, and starts to walk her towards the mansion.

"I will endeavor to find a pleasant place for you to rest. Do you have a preference? Something bright and sunny, perhaps, and with excellent lighting?"

[queenofbeauty]

Elia is not Lyanna (woe be it to Westeros), and would prefer a sunny patch on a hill after her death. This out of context mumbling brought to you by you accidentally nearly quoting a line from the books, hun.

"I would," she says, "A warm spot in the sun would be most welcome." Preferably with flowers, but please, no blue roses.

[rob_fellows]

"I know just the place, then," he replies with a grin, and changes his course towards the lake.

[queenofbeauty]

Elia follows him, smiling lightly at the good weather and warmth. "Are you so well-versed in the area, Ser Fellows?"

[rob_fellows]

“Well enough,” he replies with a smile. “I tend to enjoy the outdoors in a rather inordinate fashion. You see, winter has just ended, and so we are quite pleased to have warm weather again.”

[queenofbeauty]

Hahahaha stop making little quotes from the books. Elia :/s at that for a second before reigning herself in, nodding, "It is lovely country, I cannot blame for frequent picnics."

[rob_fellows]

Robin laughs, a little. "That, I have not done yet, but it can certainly be arranged if it would please you."

... I haven't gotten my turn at the library yet, how can I make those quotes without having read the books ? This is so, so, so strange.

[queenofbeauty]

A smile flickers across Elia's face. "If it would not inconvenience you, I would not mind."

ahaha obviously you have been hanging around us who have for too long, and have gained knowledge via osmosis.

[rob_fellows]

He gives her a charming grin. "I live to please. It will be at your convenience."

... clearly. The most concerning it is that this feels perfectly normal.

[queenofbeauty]

"You are too kind, ser." She dips her head. This is a game, of course, but it is one Elia is happy playing; it takes her mind off things.

[rob_fellows]

"Then perhaps we can go inside, prepare a basket, and return out?" Robin is of service. He likes playing this game, very much so.

[queenofbeauty]

Elia chuckles, smiling, "If you insist, Ser, I would be rude not to oblige you."

[rob_fellows]

"And I would be ruder if I did not make sure the project pleases you."

Oh, his tone is so very charming.

[queenofbeauty]

Elia, used to Oberyn's charm, is rarely impressed by it, but easily amused by the same respects. She smiles back, accommodating. "And we could not have that, especially of a gentleman such as yourself."

[rob_fellows]

Robin laughs, a little. "Hardly, My Lady, but as you please." He starts to lead her to the house, then. "Do you need to refresh yourself, at any rate?"