i don't want to curse your name; i don't want to feel the sadness (open)

[redviperofdorne]

He should have known better. Once again, just when he thought he could fix things, it slipped out of his hands. All it ever does. Like sand

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[phedre_25]

Said D'Angeline woman is more out and about, though she still wears lose clothes that are uncharacteristic of her. She'll be lurking in the corridor by the room where she last saw Oberyn, on one of those occasions where Sandor is out talking to someone else.

Because she does like him, and she did have faith in him. Even if Phedre is Not Lurking, alright? Really. She's coincidentally reading a book on a windowsill. It's all Pure Chance. Really we swear.

She figures maybe he's another one of those men who sleep with her a few times and then vanish. It's not like she's not used to it by now, but still. It always stings a little.

[redviperofdorne]

After having been through the kitchen and the common room twelve times (really. he counted.) Oberyn comes stalking back toward his room, looking thoroughly annoyed and brows drawn down sharply. However, he's not going to just not notice someone pretty sitting so close by, and then he doubletakes, and then looks half annoyed and half relieved. "Phedre - there you are, I have been searching, your room was empty and I was worried-"

Book, interrupting, pfft. He's not going to put up with this. Oberyns could not not be at least a little overprotective. And she is such a treasure. "At least if you're going to wander off I would like to know!"

[phedre_25]

Well that's... certainly unexpected, really. She jumps a little, puts away the book, though she doesn't move to touch Oberyn just yet.

"Forgive me for not sending word, my prince," though the title is said like an endearment. "I have only recently been allowed out again."

[redviperofdorne]

"At least a note," he says, a little frownily at her. "I like to think that's not so unreasonable." Then the last bit sinks in, and his frown deepens further. "Allowed out? What do you-"

He notices, perhaps, that she is slightly thinner, the loose robes. And stops. And schools his face carefully blank. "Stay sitting. Who hurt you?"

[fairy_fingers]

Angelique's been better. Her encounter with Azhure has given her some momentum, and she's almost finished with the present she's supposed to give Robb, since she's not allowed to see him.

There's a little French girl in the kitchen, recovering thread and silks from the plothole. She'll look up at Oberyn, shyly, when he enters the room, and nibble at her lip nervously.

And now this man, who knows so much about her Robb, and -- she wonders.

[redviperofdorne]

Oberyn's eyebrows shoot up when he sees her, at first, but then lower at once, and he gives her a charming smile and a bow. "My lady. It has been some time." She's not pregnant; good guess that they're not sharing a bed, then. Not that most Starks would, but this one seems like he might be a little more prone to it. Interesting, interesting. "I hope you have been better than the last I saw you?"

[fairy_fingers]

She stands, once she knows she's been noticed, a bit abruptly, and curtseys.

"Prince Martell," she replies, eyes averted. "Thank you for your concern. I have been better, my thanks." A bit of an uncomfortable fidget, and she says, "Have you been well, my lord?"

[redviperofdorne]

"I have been, yes - no fresh bruises, certainly, and the first is healing well thanks to your apt care." He inclines his head. "If you would allow me to finish, lady? I could hardly refuse the chance to help." He takes a half step forward, though not pushy, wondering if she will insist.

[rob_fellows]

Robin falls in step with Oberyn companionably, as only he can, even with a person he's only ever spoken to, coughcough, once. He might have been looking for Elia himself - the woman was frail and sweet, and he's not seen her around.

Hands in his pockets, he says, without further introduction, "Lost something, my prince?"

[redviperofdorne]

For a moment, his head snaps around with suspicion, but then he remembers this fellow (how can he forget? mm) and more relevantly, that he knew Elia. He slows, a little, frown deepening but more focus than direct anger. "Two somethings, I think," he says, "Unless I am very much mistaken. Though one rather farther than the other." Where does she have to go back to? Cruel world.

[rob_fellows]

Well isn't that mysterious. Robin keeps walking, hands in his pockets. "You wouldn't be speaking about your lovely sister, wouldn't you? Though that would be a someone, and not a something, rather."

[redviperofdorne]

"Since you asked in terms of things, I answered in like. Yes, my sister. She seems to have vanished." And this makes me angry sad grumpy. Stupid goddamn Cleganes.

[arid_white_lady]

Definitely not a sister, but she certainly looks like her, though her hair is now cropped and her body is still slightly achy. She's also much more heavily pregnant than last time Oberyn saw her, and she's outside, on her way to Galadriel's greenhouse, wanting to ask for counsel.

But maybe she can ask Oberyn, instead.

[redviperofdorne]

She is, yes, and for one swooping moment, again - but no, and yet...

"My Lady," with a bit of a smile, lengthening his stride. "A surprise, if a pleasant one."

[arid_white_lady]

She smiles, though there's a short moment of stiffening - she's been tetchy, lately, because of Curufin.

"Prince Oberyn. A pleasant surprise indeed. Are you well?"

[redviperofdorne]

He considers that, and allows a slightly rueful smile. "Define 'well' and then I might tell you. You yourself seem to be doing admirably, though..."