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Game of Thrones, Dany & Drogo (seeking male part)

If you're still up for this I'd quite like to roleplay as Drogo in this alternative plot line :)

The Dwarven Epic

The sudden grip on his arm abruptly wrenched Garanth from the darkness of sleep. For once he felt as if he had slept peacefully, a rare occurrence for one such as him.
Looking down at Vesna he saw that she was in much the same position as before, curled up to his chest, her back pressed against him, and her hand gripping his forearm.
As gentle as he could, he cautiously leaned over and laid a light kiss upon her cheek, stroking her shoulder reassuringly.
"You seem tense love, what is it?"
With a sleepy groan she rolled over to face him and kissed his chest whilst toying with his beard.
With a sigh he looked down at her. The last woman who had been this close to him had been Ves, and that had been over a year ago. Her closeness was causing him to stir.
He was just beginning to harden when he felt her shivering against him. This was most unlike Ves, in fact it was more like something he would do.
Taking her by the shoulders he whispered quielty "Ves, what is it?"

Please RP with Me

I'd love to do a Harry Potter rp :)

The Dwarven Epic

The warmth of her smaller body made him smile as they lay there, quietly enjoying one another's company. Not bothering to damage the moment with speech or actions. All that could be heard was the ponderous and consistent sound of their breathing, and every now and again an owl hooting from somewhere in the grounds.

When sleep finally took him, for once the Under God was merciful and did not send nightmares to plague his rest. And when morning finally arrived Garanth found himself glued to his pillow, determined not to return to his every day life, his arms still tightly wrapped round Ves.

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"That is nice to hear"
He smiled up at her before kissing her on the lips. His hands rubbing the small of her back. His wounds ached quite a lot but he was too happy to care.
After a few moments of silence he looked out of the study window to see the darkness beyond. As he did so his shoulders sagged slightly, it was late and he was going to have to go back to sleep.
"Damn the night and bless the day while we have it..."
He had always feared sleep, as he should according to Gron; who was outright sure that an abusive father led to mental damage. Garanth was not sure of much on that matter other than that he was happy Granth was dead. And may he remain still, for Garanth had the scars to remember him by, he needed nothing more.
"Ves...will you sleep by me tonight?"
He did not know how she would react. The want he had was not lust or male needs, but more a need for love he only had when around her.

The Dwarven Epic

The warm touch of Ves's fingers pulled Garanth from his dreams and made him smile. His eyes only half open as he gazed up at her.
"I assume that judging by your exhausted but relieved looking face you have finished working?"
He reached up and put his arms round her.
"I was dreaming...but this time I dream pt of the first time we met among st all the horror. When I won the Melee and gave you that veil rose..."
He shook his head mournfully.
"T'would be nice if I dreamed of you more, and of 'him' less"

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Garanth gave Varn a wan smile before turning to Vesna and smiling gratefully.
"You are too kind, I'll welcome a chance to sleep"
With a sigh he lay back into the armchair, letting the pleasant embrace of sleep take him.

It was dark...very dark. And he was lying in his bed, listening to the shouts of his parents. Even from here he could hear the deep growl of his father, and the defiant shout of his mother. Then there was screaming and he was crying. Then the door flew open and his mother ran through, sobbing. Her face was red and tears glittered beneath her eyes.
Then came his father. A giant of a Dwarf, standing a good foot taller than his mother. He was all muscle and hair, broad and thick set as stone.
With a yell he was jumping to his mother's defense, desperate to stop his drunken father.
Then he was on the floor and his breeches were around his ankles and his father was slapping a heavy leather belt against his buttocks.
He was crying, it was all tears and misery...then everything faded. Only to reform a few seconds later.

He was a young Dwarf, and returning from his raid of the village.
Then he was pushing back the tent flap and his father was there. A whore straddling him while he caressed her bare breasts.
With a growl of disgust Garanth tried to leave, but his father shouted out to him.
"Get over here you cunt! What now you're scared of a whore! She won't bite you rot beard!"
Then his father was shoving the whore at him, bellowing at him to mount her and prove that he was a man.
Once again everything faded...

He was in the arena, wielding his beloved great sword. His opponent Torek was wielding a broadsword, shorter but a third wider.
They fought long and hard, their war cries echoing off the sides of the pit.
Eventually Garanth struck home, his sword catching the young dwarf in the small of the back, sending him spiraling to the floor.
The crowd exploded into thunderous cheers, the men roaring their approval and thumping fists into their chests, a few maids threw flowers down to the champion.
Garanth had eyes for only one however. Lady Vesna sat on the lowest row of the Nobles beneath the King. With a shy smile he strode up to her and brought forth the flower he had hidden away in his Armour earlier that day. It was a slightly crumpled veil rose, as pale as winter snow, and thrice as beautiful.
Behind her he saw his father nod his approval, unsmiling.

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Garanth scowled as she took him by the arm and led him back to the house.
How did she always know what to do?
Next to her he often felt like an illiterate child. Never knowing why not to do something until she explained it slowly and heavily pronouncing each word, or at least it felt like that.
And when she did explain to him it then always seemed so obvious.
Shaking his head he smiled at her affectionately, silently marveling her beauty.

Once he found Gron it seemed as if he had not shouted at all. He was eating his way through half a wheel of mature cheese and munching on a large apple all the while. When Garanth apologized Gron waved a hand and casually referred to it as love sickness.
Daruk had been injured least in the battle and was already looking back to normal, if a little tired.
His sandy blonde hair was tied back in a plait, and his beard was separated into six long braids. Each one about twice as thick as Garanth's thumb.
He was garbed in simple breeches and a loose fitting top, the smell of alcohol plagued his breath.
The others were nowhere to be seen, so Garanth could only assume they were being their normal reckless selves and exploring the local countryside.
Well...there was still Torkost, slumped miserably in bed, gazing at his leg, as if willing the infection to recede.
When Garanth tried to talk to him the old Dwarf gave him a glare that would have made Ves quake. So for Garanth it all but sent him flying out through the door.

After a while longer he felt too tired and pained to remain on his feet. But instead of returning to his bedchamber he instead made for Ves's study. If he was going to collapse anywhere he wanted it to be as close to her as possible. After all she made better bed company than Gron.

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Sighing from slight pain Garanth leaned into the kiss, smiling as she pulled at his beard.
When they broke apart it was as if they had been together all along. He suddenly felt elated and slight butterflies in his belly, but more from excitement than anything else.
He looked up to the castle mournfully.
"As much as I love this place, I wish to bring this matter to the King...so that justice is properly served. Also I should probably apologize to Gron"
He looked back at her and smiled warmly, then frowned.
"Did you just call me useless?"

The Dwarven Epic

Sighing from slight pain Garanth leaned into the kiss, smiling as she pulled at his beard.
When they broke apart it was as if they had been together all along. He suddenly felt elated and slight butterflies in his belly, but more from excitement than anything else.
He looked up to the castle mournfully.
"As much as I love this place, I wish to bring this matter to the King...so that justice is properly served. Also I should probably apologize to Gron"
He looked back at her and smiled warmly, then frowned.
"Did you just call me useless?"