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Post by olenna tyrell on Aug 25, 2014 4:19:15 GMT
oh, i'd nearly forgotten.
“Move it a little to the right…” Olenna instructed, waving her hand nonchalantly. The servant slid the tea set over to the right of the table for what seemed like the tenth time. Olenna pursed her lips together and shook her head. “No, I think I liked it where it was before.” She glanced up at the servant, noticing the slight irritation reach her face. It wasn’t like the woman wanted this meal to be perfect, she was just messing with the servant. Why? Because she was bored and getting impatient waiting on her grandchildren. She had specifically told them to meet her there and that time to talk about what to do next. They couldn’t afford another fluke like Renly. And well she really needed to talk to someone that didn’t have a Lannister sigil sewed onto their clothes. Olenna stared intensely at the servant until she moved the tea set back. “Wait…no, there’s not enough room for Loras.”
“Grandma,” Margaery stated sternly, walking over to the old lady and the servant.
“Well it’s about time you showed up, you know I don’t have many years left in me to wait for you.” Margaery rolled her eyes at her grandma, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek. The old woman adjusted herself in the seat as her granddaughter sat down next to her.
Margaery lightly waved the servant’s hands away from the tea set. “It’s fine where it is, thank you. Can you please check on the food?” The servant gave her a grateful look before nearly sprinting off into the distance. Margaery gave her grandma a stern look before letting a small smile form on her face. “Must you always harass them?”
Olenna waved her hand in the air before reaching for the pot and pouring their drinks. Because someone ushered her servant away before they could get their drinks poured. “I don’t always harass them, just when I’m bored and kept waiting. Speaking of which, where’s your foolish brother?”
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Post by loras tyrell on Aug 26, 2014 4:56:08 GMT
i will put a sword through
his righteous face
Loras walked quickly down the hall, wanting to get to the meeting spot before his sister did. He knew whoever was the latest was going to get a speech from their grandmother about making her wait. Because the old woman had the attention span of a fly. Not that Loras was any more patent. In fact, none of the Tyrells had even an ounce of patience. Maybe that was why they always got so much done. ”Speaking of which, where’s your foolish brother?” Well then. He’d certainly chosen a moment to make his entrance. ”Is this how you talk about me when I’m not around?” Loras asked, feigning an upset tone as he walked into the room. ”And I even brought the lovely ladies presents.” He grinned slightly as he showed them the two flowers (hey, the woman weren’t the only ones who had been taught how to charm the pants off someone), starting to put one in his sister’s hair though he took it back, shaking his head. ”No, you’re rude, I guess I’ll have to wear it.”
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Post by margaery tyrell on Aug 27, 2014 18:58:44 GMT
no, i want to be
the queen Olenna had asked about Loras and Margaery simply shrugged her shoulders. For once the two were not together. And to be fair the woman was not her brother’s keeper. Margaery quickly took a sip of tea as Olenna pour a third cup for the currently absent Loras. Though the status of that was soon corrected. Is this how you talk about me when I’m not around? Olenna and Margaery glanced up at the sound of his voice. Olenna giving him a small smile, well it was small compared to Margaery’s obnoxious grin. The old lady quickly rolled her eyes on at though. “When you’re not around, when you are around. How I talk about you certainly does not change,” Olenna stated taking a drink of her tea.
Margaery let out a laugh before giving her brother a small bow with her. “Hello, Ser Loras.” And I even brought the lovely ladies presents. Margaery smiled when she caught site of the two flowers, though she heard Olenna scoff. Yea, the old lady was getting sick of flowers. But Margaery appreciated the gesture. Well she did until someone decided to be rude about it. Loras was about to put it in her hair but quickly took it away and stuck it in his hair. No, you’re rude, I guess I’ll have to wear it. Margaery half gaped, half smiled at him, letting out a fake insulted gasp. “I wasn’t the one that called you foolish!”
“No but you were the one that took your poor grandmother’s entertainment away after keeping her waiting,” Olenna countered, she turned to Loras and tipped her cup in his direction. “It’ll look better your daft head anyways.” Margaery let out a chuckle and then proceeded to give Loras a ‘see I’m not the rude one’ look.
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Post by loras tyrell on Aug 30, 2014 8:17:04 GMT
i will put a sword through
his righteous face
”When you’re not around, when you are around. How I talk about you certainly does not change.” Loras laughed a little bit. His grandmother may have been rude, but he couldn’t say that she wasn’t entertaining. ”Hello, Ser Loras.” ”Lady Margaery.” He bowed. The two of them had been greeting each other with obnoxious formality since the day she arrived. ”I wasn’t the one that called you foolish!” ”No but you were the one that took your poor grandmother’s entertainment away after keeping her waiting.” ”Oh so you have annoyed grandmother already!” Loras grinned at his sister approvingly, ”In that case,” he placed the second flower in her hair. ”Now we match.” ”It’ll look better on your daft head anyways.” Loras pretended to look offended again (he was very good at the look, if you couldn't tell). ”That’s two insults in less than three minutes. You’re making it very hard for me to convince Margaery that I’m the favorite grandchild.” Not that he was the favorite or had ever been but you know… Loras had a happy place in his mind where pretty much everyone was out of character besides his sister.
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Post by olenna tyrell on Oct 14, 2014 19:50:43 GMT
oh, i'd nearly forgotten.
Lady Margaery. Margaery gave her brother a smirk as Olenna rolled her eyes. She knew they were just being obnoxious to each other. It wasn’t actual formalities. Olenna took a sip of her drink as the other two interacted like the children they were. Oh so you have annoyed grandmother already! “Yes,” Olenna mumbled and playfully glared at Margaery.
“I was saving someone’s dignity,” Margaery countered. She did need to win the affection of people around her. If the staff loved her then she would be able to manipulate them and earn the respect of Joffrey. Or at least admiration, it was working so far with the peasants around the castle. In that case. Loras put a flower in Margaery’s hair, she grinned at him. Now we match. “Splendid!”
“You two have become boring in your political evolution,” Olenna stated in a bored tone.
“And whose fault is that?” Margaery questioned, narrowing her eyes at her grandmother. If it wasn’t for her they wouldn’t be in King’s Landing to begin with. She trained Margaery to be like her and she was the one who got Margaery to want the crown. And Margaery wanted the crown, she was going to get it. The way she was acting and the process of which she was going about things was no longer her grandmother’s concern. She was good, just like the old lady.
…You’re making it very hard for me to convince Margaery that I’m the favorite grandchild. Olenna let out a chuckle. “You must be really daft if you believe that,” Olenna joked. Of course she loved all her grandchildren equally. However Loras was the one she always poked fun at. It was her way of expressing love.
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