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LJ friending drama
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Sockpuppetry - Brienne and Jo
((This is in response to the sockpuppet challenge of... like... two months ago. I had to write Samwell Tarly/Jo March, but, well, I popcorned Sam, so I hope this will do. Also, I'm not a fic writer in general, so feedback is appreciated. If there is no feedback, then I will have to write an AU smutfic featuring Fabio and Molly Weasley.))
( Warning: The following is basically fluff and emoness. Rated PG because kissing comes up. ) -
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Brienne had been betrothed at seven, to a boy three years her senior, Lord Caron’s younger son, a shy boy with a mole above his lip. They had only met the once, on the occasion of their betrothal. Two years later he was dead, carried off by the same chill that took Lord and Lady Caron and their daughters. Had he lived, they would have been wed ( Read more... ) -
OOC: recent activities
Sortings:
Brienne meets Jill
Brienne meets Mara Jade Skywalker.
Brienne confronts Jon Snow regarding Stannis. -
OOC: a little from Brienne's PB
Some of the things Kristen Johnston says about her height and physique are very Brienne.
"When you're that tall, people talk about it all the time." -
OOC: what Brienne's been up to
Brienne still hasn't made it out of the Sorting Room.
At her own Sorting, the first person she saw was Jaime, whom she was alarmed to meet. She revealed that she was unhappy to have found him because zombie!Catelyn had made her swear to kill him. After miserably resisting his attempts to goad her into action, Brienne proposed that the slaying be ( Read more... ) -
OOC: canon: Brienne is granted a place in the Rainbow Guard
The blue knight climbed unsteady to his feet, and raised his dirk in the direction of Renly Baratheon, the salute of a champion to his king. Squires dashed onto the field to help the vanquished knight to his feet. When they got his helm off, Catelyn was startled to see how young he was. He could not have had more than two years on Robb. The boy ( Read more... ) -
OOC: canon: physical description
Brienne of Tarth had been seated at the far end of the high table. She did not gown herself as a lady, but chose a knight’s finery instead, a velvet doublet quartered rose-and-azure, breeches and boots and a fine-tooled swordbelt, her new rainbow cloak flowing down her back. No garb could disguise her plainness, though; the huge freckled hands, the ( Read more... )