Matthrew Bolton (flaying) wrote in agos, @ 2008-12-07 22:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | kyra tyrell, matthrew bolton |
Who: Matthrew Bolton and someone. Maybe you!
When: Day 65, evening.
Where: The Courtyard of Convenience
Rating: PG-13.
Matthrew was not subject to fits of whimsy that would send him wandering, but he could no longer stand to be indoors, where fires were blazing in fireplaces and braziers, warding off the dark and creeping cold. For the Southrons, Matthrew had a feeling that the rooms were merely comfortable, but he found all the heat nearly unbearable. They did not live in the cold at the Dreadfort, but neither did they light their hearths at the first sign of a frost.
The crisp night air invigorated him, and it felt heavenly against his flushed skin. His visit to King's Landing was not yet as nightmarish as his last, yet it wasn't exactly promising to improve. He had not yet seen Stark -- His Grace, whatever -- nor his sister. Jemni was stubborn, immovable, and knew how to hold a grudge. Every quality that he liked in his sister had its downside. He sat down on a low stone bench and rubbed a hand over his face, tired in both body and mind.