Boo, you whore :: 6/18 :: Ashara, Brielle, OPEN to spectators/popcorn stands

[Brielle Velaryon]

Brielle was wearing a pink dress cut to make the most of her assets, but still serviceable for doing more mundane sorts of tasks, like ordering the servants around and making sure the house was in suitable order for dinner, and all of that nonsense. Which was why she was out in the gardens of course- so that she could be seen.

Her pale gold hair shone in the late sunlight- it would be dark in a few hours. But she was not worried about a few hours from now. She wasn’t even worried about how good she looked in that particular moment when her eyes caught on the figure who was the focus of her ire. Brielle headed straight for her cousin, eyes flashing as she came to a stop in front of Ashara. They were both in the easternmost corner of the Dragonhold grounds, that had been kept mostly as a novelty for the old kings, with a manmade pool, complete with fountain and a picturesque stream. It was a tiny little meadow, encircled by the walls- the perfect setting for many a courtly idyll. But right now courtly idylls were about as far from Brielle’s mind as it was possible to be.

“Give. It. Back.” She demanded, voice taught with fury. “Give it back this instant, sweet cousin, or on my soul I’ll make you regret it.”

[Ashara]

Ashara’s brows rose as Brielle swept toward her with the air of an outraged swan. The lace trim on the dress made Brielle look like someone’s concept of purity personified, up until she opened her mouth. Ashara herself was wearing a brown linen cotehardie with little in the way of decoration, though its lines drew more than enough attention to the flare of her hips, which in reality there wasn’t much to be worked with, but the full skirts hid that fact.

“What are you on about, Bri? Did something of yours go missing? Was it perchance this soul you mentioned? I didn’t know you ever had one.” Ashara crossed her arms and faced Brielle without flinching. If her cousin thought she’d back down, well, she was mistaken to say the least.

[Brielle Velaryon]

“You damn well know it did,” Brielle hissed through gritted teeth, her voice low enough to not be heard, but it was only a matter of time. “You have it, and I want it back!”

[Ashara]

“I have to know what I’m supposed to give over first,” Ashara replied coolly, without so much as a batted eyelash. She knew what it was Brielle was missing, but it was too much fun watching her cousin squirm. And really, had she expected Ash to forget that little stunt during the tourney? Hah.

[Brielle Velaryon]

She was lying! To her face! The sheer, blinding nerve...

“Twelve hells!” Brielle’s hand lashed out, making contact with Ashara’s cheek a half-second later, hard enough that her palm stung with it. “Return it, or I’ll have your head.”

[Ashara]

Ashara gasped and put a hand up to her reddening cheek, but when she lifted her eyes back to Brielle, her blue eyes were icy cold. “Touch me again and your father will be the first to see it... after I’ve strangled you.”

[Brielle Velaryon]

Brielle’s eyes narrowed and she couldn’t hear anything but the rush of blood and rage through her. She didn’t even know what she was doing until she was already launched at Ashara, grabbing for her cousin’s hair. “BITCH.”

[Ashara]

Ash yelped in surprise but wasn’t quite quick enough to get out of Brielle’s reach, and the sound sharpened considerably as Brielle's grip on her hair strengthened. She grabbed for Bri’s wrist and her right hand swept up, the back of it connecting solidly with Brielle’s cheek, before grabbing at the shorter girl’s hair and pulling viciously, and her foot swung out to Brielle's leg to knock her off balance.

[Brielle Velaryon]

Brielle screamed when Ash caught her leg but if she was going to fall, fuck if she wasn't taking her cousin with her. Brielle grabbed for Ashara's arm as she went down, scrambling to get the advantage. Ash was taller and a damn lot stronger than she looked, but Brielle was hardly a weakling, which served to even it out at least a little.

She wrenched the hair she had in her hand, and kicked up with her own leg as she landed, succeessfully tangling Ashara's skirts.

[Ashara]

Ashara shrieked when Brielle kept hold of her hair, and it forced her to bend, and the kick while not hurting that much, got her skirts tangled up around Brielle's foot and her feet and fucking hell this was why she never fought in a dress... A second later Ashara was hitting the ground hard and rolling, trying to get away from the fingernails and kicks Brielle was meting out.

Ashara's hand curled into a fist and landed straight in Brielle's midsection, more used to punching boys than clawing at girls. A second hit, and her finger got caught in the lace on Brielle's dress and there was a horrible ripping sound, though it was hard to hear over the screaming.

[Brielle Velaryon]

"You fucking slut!" Brielle wasn't letting her roll anyway and threw herself over Ash's form, just in time to catch a punch to he midsection. The air left her lungs and she yelped, and her hand clawed down on Ash's exposed neckline, grabbing at the linen and pulling her back to let Brielle throw a punch of her own.

[Christopher Mallory]

Well… And here he thought the evening would be boring.

At first he tried to ignore it. It was the proper thing to do… to not pay heed to the petty squabbles between young women. More than likely it was something as minor as Ashara stealing a stuffed toy. But as it kept going… back and forth… he couldn’t help it. It was like trying to pry your eyes away from a carriage crash. And it was… amusing, though he did his best to keep a smile off of his face.

“My money’s on the Velaryon…” Christopher whispered to Rhaegar.

[Ashara]

She realized what was happening a second too late as they both rolled and tumbled into the pond. A splash and a variety of expletives out of Ashara's mouth, not helped by Brielle landing a punch on her ribs, which were still sore...

Ashara swung hard at Brielle's face in an arc of water and curse words. "You filthy tramp!"

[Rhaegar]

Rhaegar watched the two girls tumble into the water and snorted. "I'd say it's an even match, so long as one doesn't drown the other. Who's been teaching them to throw punches is a better question? They aren't making any mistakes with the form... "

And it was really damn distracting now they were both soaking wet and still... well... it was entertaining anyway. "I'll take the bet. The other girl looks like she's managing."

[Vidanric]

There was no hiding how much he was enjoying the scene. But he was a soldier, not even a knight. Why should he have to mask how hilarious this was turning out to be? He did feel sorry for Ashara… She seemed a sweet girl, pity about not being more… well, available… and she had truly seemed to have no idea what the woman was accusing her of. Still, those sympathies were not enough to completely take away from the fact that he was rather enjoying this scene. The only way it could have possibly been better is if they were both nude… He’d have to store that mental image away for later.

[Serai Forthwind]

The Forthwinds were all together making their way back to their chambers to freshen up before dinner. Arthur had demanded a full report of everything that had happened during his absence, and so another boring family meeting had played out over tea. It seemed like the day couldn't get any duller, when they heard shouts and a sudden splash from the courtyard. Without a second thought, Serai rushed to see what was happening. Arthur called after her in annoyance, but what she saw was too shocking to put into words.

She waved the rest of them over, not looking at whether they were coming or not. Was that...? No, it couldn't be! But it was.

Serai stifled a laugh, though she knew she ought to have been horrified. "Have I gone mad? Did they just...?"

[Brielle Velaryon]

Ashara's fist connected with Brielle's lip and she tasted blood, but it only made her angrier. She got her hand on Ash's neck and shoved down, hard. The water was making it ruddy hard to manage, with their dresses floating up and around them in all sorts of ways as the scrabbled at one another.

"Bloody horse-faced... slut...

[Brynden Velaryon]

He seemed to come out of his day dream a little too late and naturally feared who had been the cause of the commotion. Quickly, he looked around for Bradamar… It was not normally Brynden’s job to step in… And by that, he was not normally one who cared enough to do that. But damn it, Lord Mallory was standing in the courtyard, and Lord Rhaegar… Shit! A crowd was gathering. If it was Brielle or any one of the twins, he would have their heads… He pushed through the crowd and felt his face grow hot.

“BRIELLE!” he blasted, running forward, pissed that they were so thoughtless, and more pissed that now his clothes were going to be wet. The water splashed around his legs as he hurried in towards them, risking having a wayward punch strike him as he slid between them, arms going around Brielle’s waist to swing her around and away from his cousin. “ENOUGH! THAT IS… Damn it, Brielle, stop…”

[Bradamar Velaryon]

Bradamar had been off on the other side of the garden when the commotion started, and turned in time to see his sister and ward go tumbling into the pond in a hail of expletives and thrown punches. Brady let out a long-suffering sigh and downed the rest of the wine in his goblet before he headed over to see-- Hells, Mallory was still bloody here. He overheard the exchange between Christopher and Rhaegar and his first wish was for more wine. Gods damned sister... why was it always Brielle? Had the Velaryons pissed off the gods that much?

"Ah, it's good to see the girls getting along," he commented to no one in particular. Let Brynden go fishing.

[Arthur Forthwind]

"Serai, come back here right now. I was just--"

Arthur came up to yank her away, but the scene playing out in the water made him stop and gape. His hand was frozen halfway to his cousin's arm, and it was only after more screaming and fighting that the shock abated and he was able to change position. He closed his mouth as well, his lips twisting into a smirk.

"I'd say you've gone mad, cousin. Along with every other woman in this castle, it seems. Perhaps it has something to do with that odd Velaryon sigil frolicking about at every turn..."

Seeing them tearing at each other gave him a dark feeling of satisfaction. They really were idiots, these arrogant girls who thought so well of themselves. Whose house would have the poorer reputation now?

[Brielle Velaryon]

Brielle howled in rage when Brynden tried to pull her off of Ashara and she proceeded to do her damnedest to fight them both at once, aiming an elbow back at her brother's solar plexus, and kicking out at Ashara, and doing a creditable impersonation of a pissed off wolverine in a wet pink frock.

[Ashara]

She probably would have been laughing if she wasn't the one in the middle of a fight. Gods-damned dress... Brielle got hold of her throat and Ashara choked, then brought her leg up hard. Sensitive area for boys, but just as bad as a girl if you nailed it right.

But Brynden's interference spoiled the shot. Ashara sat up, barely avoided Brielle's foot hitting her face, and instead grabbed the offending leg and pulled hard.

[Benedar Velaryon]

"Oh bloody buggering hells," Benedar swore. "WHO LET THEM AT THE WINE? Bloody bastards never listen to a fucking word... BRYNDEN GET HER OFF THE OTHER ONE." He gestured to his son with the wine goblet in his hand. "COME ON LAD, DONT LET A GIRL GET THE BETTER OF YOU."

[Brynden Velaryon]

Easy for him to say! He was not the one who’d just gotten nailed in both the gut and the nuts. He was breathless… wanting to vomit from the pain that racked his stomach from both blows… but the anger was greater. Slipping both of his hands beneath her shoulders, he clasped his fingers behind Brielle’s neck putting her in a grip that would make it nearly impossible for her to break. If he chose to tighten the grip, he could probably have her passing out in seconds if he wanted to thrash a bit. But that was not his intention, as much as he thought she deserved it.

“Feel free…” he grunted, shooting daggers at Bradamar, “To step in… any time!”

Tugging his sister to get Ashara to let go, he started slowly backing towards the edge of the pond. He realized he was leaving her open for shots… but damned girl deserved that, too.

[Bradamar Velaryon]

Brady turned a quizzical look on his father. "You do know that's Brielle and Ashara, not the twins?" He'd had just enough wine that he saluted his brother with the empty goblet.

"You're doing a fine job, Bryn. Carry on."

[Benedar Velaryon]

"I RUDDY DAMN WELL AM NOT THAT BLIND." He glared at his son then turned his attention back to the spare and the curse. "Or the twins got tits, either way."

[Christopher Mallory]

Christopher could not help but to laugh now. “Well damn… That does complicate things. I suppose the bet is off now that there’s been interference.” He was vastly entertained but at the same time grateful. He would never again complain about his female cousins… Well, except that one. “Perhaps we should have somebody lend a hand?”

[Trystane Velaryon]

One of the pages came screaming the news, so Trystane and Agrivane promptly dropped their swords and hurried in from the training yard to see what was really going on. Their swift arrival did not go unrewarded either, because they came upon the pond just in time to see Ashara and Brielle sopping wet with water, with Brynden trying to haul his sister out kicking and screaming.

"We've got what?"

Though still winded from the run, Trystane had enough breath left to protest his cousin spoiling all their fun. "No, Brynden, let them have at it! It's not fair that we've missed most of the good parts already. At least they're getting some exercise."

[Brielle Velaryon]

Brielle screamed and struggled harder. Ashara got her leg, but Bryn was pulling her back and there was the sound of ripping linen and Brielle's skirts tore straight up to reveal a good bit of her leg. She was more concerned with staying conscious and getting away from her brother, and to that end she kept kicking at Brynden to the best of her abilities, even though she was still snarling insults at both him and Ashara.

[Vidanric]

Vidanric was probably laughing the hardest. He blamed the wine… “I would help, my lord… but I do value my… well, you know. Got to think of my future progeny of course,” he lied… Only Rhaegar would know that Ric had no intention of ever siring children. But that still didn’t mean he was in a hurry to take a shot between the legs. “It’s as Lord Bradamar said, Lord Brynden’s doing just fine.”