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[versigny]

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ooc: sorry for the delay i hurt my hand

[adorne]

[ Her sincerity is a lecherous as her next move, and were he not so wise a man, he might be surprised by her cat that ate the canary enthusiasm now. The sun has fallen into the sky, a blood red casting shadows of blue, gray, and orange over the land. His homeland.

As much as he loved Dorne, he'd been traveling so long he didn't realize how much he'd missed it. Being here, even because of another wedding, filled him with a lust for life and rekindled an inner flame to a cresset long since extinguished.

The way 'my prince,' rolls off of her tongue peels his eyes from the sunset building on the skyline and to her angelic face. His mouth quirks up at one end, a smile in the face of her exploration, measured and therefore more memorable. Oberyn slides his hands down the silken back of the gown to reciprocate, splays his fingers out in five points as far as they will reach.

The tips of his fingers work toward the pursuit of tender tissue, moving past the landscape of supple flesh with intent to feel the musculature beneath, when Margaery grabs at the length of his hair. He grunts, for the first time too preoccupied with his desire and exploration to see it coming, and his chest rises to allow her the moment, eager to see where the softness and sharpness might meet. ]

I'm not known for my patience, Princess Martell. Few have deigned me with that virtue. Or any virtue for that matter.