#ronan001

[omerflorent]

who: @ronanbrackens what: the old friends catch up in the riverlands over a game up chess as the riverlands holiday wraps up. (flashback)

"Ya know, the old way don't play about no magics. Problem is, there ain't no ill magics happening here. Farmers and shop keeps and wives and daughters seeking out the aid of a wood's witch. Most is harmless. Other times, ya never know. A man will say, oh me wife took the matters in her hands for women get a choice, join the sept or take the rope." Omer explained to his cousin as he moved the piece across the board and then leaned back again.

"Lulu is having a hard time adjusting to the differences. I let her take charge of the herbal house but those wood's witches are crafty folk. They look like you or I perhaps a bit dirty." He paused, grinning a bit, "very dirt." Sitting the smoke down he reached for the goblet of fruit juice and sighed to himself. He was sick of it's sweetness. Even first boil ale was better, didn't get a man durnk but didn't taste like swill.

"Needless to say, me wife is a bit uncomfortable with the witches. So, I suppose, I have to figure something out before I go to Braavos." It wasn't that he didn't trust his wife. He worried about some farmer finding out her feelings and using it to accuse another of witchery. Folk were petty that way. A dead neighbor meant a chance to tend to their lands. Earn coin and hope to be given the lands. Problems that.

[hugovance]

who: @ronanbrackens what: A longstanding feud between House Bracken and House Blackwood threatens to escalate, drawing the attention of King Casimir Tully. Ronan, determined to uphold his family's honor, confronts Hugo about his support for House Blackwood. Hugo, advocating for peace and reconciliation, tries to reason with Ronan, pointing out the destructive nature of the feud. Ronan, however, remains steadfast in his belief in the ancient code of blood feuds and challenges Hugo to a duel to settle their differences.

"We've no reason to go about this with conflict. I only mean to bring peace. Not just between Brackens and Blackwoods but between Tullys and Freys, me and mine own brother. A land cannot functioned when so fractured." The conversation was not going well and he should have known that, he should have known better than to start with Ronan Bracken. But, the other had a reputation for calmness and even though it started with Ronan asking him about his ties to House Blackwood, he thought it mattered to make it clear he took the side of the Riverlands. The people.

Hugo kept his voice light, his tone one of a respect as he spoke to the man before him. He did not have a place on the council, he was an oft visiting courtier, a man who tracked the histories of the realm and shared them with the eyes of maesters of their King. He would chronicle everything of his this new age in the Riverlands for as long as long as the Gods allowed him to breathe.

"Ben Blackwood and I have been friends since boyhood. My friendship with Ben is one that's years old. Long before I knew of any Brackens, Freys, Mootons, or Tullys. House Vance of Wayfarer's Rest takes no part in your ancient blood feuds." Hugo was firm in his statement. "We are loyal to the crown and he who wears it. Our main interest is the realm existing in a place of peace and prosperity."

[jalabharmooton]

"Unsurprising to say the least." The Westermen would never support this cause and with the Prince returned, there would be even less of a chance of their support. They did not need their support, they needed to show they didn't need them, and did not fear them and could fight them. And they could. Rivermen were worth 10 times men of any other land, only the Northmen could match their strength and abilities on the battlefield. And even in that, ja believed that would come out on top. The issue was coin. Lys hit him and while House Mooton wouldn't fall destitute, they had to rebuild and spend coin. There would need to be a meeting soon.

"Reachmen are slippery. They've more in common with the snake than the rose. You know where the torns are on a rose. Snakes, you don't see snakes." And he knew what the hand meant, what he needed and he would be glad to do just that for the man. For the realm. it was a matter of importance for them to make sure the didn't arrive anywhere and leave with egg on their faces.

Ja looked at him and then looked back down over the stacks of papers before written in a tongue known would know should they find the scrolls before he burned them. And he would need to burn them. "I think there were talks of him marrying the soiled princess before she took a runner to the Vale. There were some talks of hoping for such a union when it was believed he would be chosen as King over the eldest." Because it was as simple as that in the eyes of the West.

Though, it didn't matter that it made little sense to expect anything else, they respected the rights of the Black Queen, many daughters for themselves ruling during the dance and in the land of Rivers they were not struck down. "My impression? It's a weakness. He is better in a place that's far from influence."

who: @jalabharmooton when and where: prior to departing for the westerlands, ronan bracken goes to meet with jalabhar mooton - and whilst it appears as though the men have just arrived back from a hunting trip, there is more to the story. context: questions regarding the legitimacy of iona's succession.

"i mean, they make no secrets of their thoughts, do they?" ronan bracken spoke, his hand upon the reins of the horse as they walked back through the main gates of riverrun, the moat remaining beneath their feet; there was a course roughness to his hands, meaning that the harshness of the reins did not cause a blister. it were pouring of rain, as could have been expected considering the state of the clouds and the gloom of grey; there always came a certain smell in the air before it rained, and he found it cementing. "waste of your resources to direct them there."

as though it recentered him to the ancient roots that remained beneath their boots, and whilst both men remained drenched with rainwater, something about their time away from the halls of riverrun had meant ronan's mind felt sharper. more focused.as it needed to be, following the septa's letter from riverrun about the wellbeing of his mother; a fall down the stairs could easily turn serious for someone with a condition such as her own, and he knew he would need to speak to his sister soon.

"the reach ain't so obvious, but that don't mean we can't find a way to work it out. i don't want to be hearin' their judgement for the first time in a face to face meeting."

but right now, the sound of the mudding boots beneath his feet made him remember he were in stone hedge - he was hand of the queen, in some miraculous turn of events his friendship with the river princess had ended up being the key to unlocking their favour. and now he needed to remain in such a way. "but, 'tis a good sign the reach be sendin' over conall blackbar to visit. i know him well, well enough to know he be an honest man."

he hushed his horse as it whined, handing the reins over the stableboy as he lowered his hood from him; caring not if the rain continued to get in his hair. and he watched and waited for the stableboys to move away, before he turned to jalabhar. quiet risks, were what ronan bracken worked around: quiet risks that were imperative, but worthwhile. what he asked now, was a quiet, but imperative risk. "what impression do you get of da river prince's history wit the lions of the west?" his question was honest. he needed to know if there was an opening for the westerlands there.

a part of him felt like he already knew the answer.

[supersonicdreams]

@classicdecadence || continued from ( x ) 

“All night long?” She both moaned and laughed softly. “That sounds like heaven and I’m on board” she smirked. As if she would ever let pass the opportunity of being the center of attention and recieve loads of pleasuring. Even more so when it came from a very handsome man like Ronan. And then she felt it, his hand slipping into her panties, making her tremble at his touch and then let out a soft moan as he eased his finger into her.

“Wh-what?” She chuckled, incredibly aroused and turned on by this. “Fuck...” that felt good. So good that she briefly forgot about his cock for a moment. “You are distracting me so much right now though, I’m not at my... my best” she confessed, knowing that he would take that as a compliment.

[elisestjames]

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[omerflorent]

Omer didn't look forward to the talk and he wasn't exactly avoiding it but he didn't see the point in fighting about it. He stared at the man. "Oh yeah, feller? Ya get some big arms and you start talkin' tough and out of school." Omer didn't speak with any aggression as he understood why he was angry. Omer came home from Brunei and Ronan gave him a place to stay. He didn't plan for things to happen, neither of them planned this, they didn't even know it was happening.

"I don't expect a hug from ya, but if you think I'm gonna stand here and let ya talk to me out of yer neck then you'll be standing here talkin to no one." Omer respected him enough to come here soberly and have the talk. "Get it out your system." And grow up, Omer wanted to add but he wouldn't. They knew one another well. They would probably keep arguing.

"Go, sit down ya whiny cunt so we can talk." Omer made sure they didn't do things when Ronan was there, save for a few kisses stolen. Yes, Omer started to pick up on Ronan sitting between them and staying up later and he didn't argue with him over it. He understood and respected him.

Yes, he had sex with Ronan's sister on his couch but Ronan didn't even know about that and they even covered the cushions first.

who: @omerflorent

there was a pit at the bottom of his stomach as his arms remained crossed, leaning against the pillar of this outdoor patio; there were many a pub dotted across main street of kings landing, though nothing compared to the real things back at home. still, ronan bracken waited outside, looking over the beer garden with his pint of guinness in his hand and his cigarette in the other, taking a long drought.

the blackbar brothers had arranged for them to meet up, and as he took a smoke, his gaze moved toward a familiar figure appearing at the door. was this planned? it better not have been.

he knew not whether it were planned, or whether it were just omer stopping for a pint. either was as likely. a slight laugh slipped from him then, almost one of disbelief and scoff as he took a final smoke, putting it out beneath his foot as he moved his eyes toward the familiar face. truthfully, it was one of a man he would always love - but right now, the line with hate seemed to blur more than ever before. ronan felt as though he had been taken for a mug and disrespected by his mate, and here he was.

it also just felt wrong. there was not much he could do about a consenting relationship between two adults, but jesus christ. it felt wrong. that was not something he could voice.

"don't be fucking looking at me that way, you slimy cunt." ronan spoke, taking a deep drink of his guinness, ready to down it. the last thing he needed was the two having a scuffle in this beer garden. there was genuine anger and irritation in ronan's tone, that was unusual when directed toward omer florent. he didn't like what he was looking at anymore. "what, did you expect a hug? fuck off."

[omerflorent]

Omer hummed and smiled a bit. They would have many children in House Florent and hopefully those children would grow, marry, and do the same. And he wouldn't allow his children to dilly about instead of going for marriage when they were at the right age. Were it not for the dance, he'd argue that a generation of clover would be in their 10th or more of life, there was much to make up for and Omer intended to be an example for his lands and his people.

The High Commander laughed, agreeing with Ronan. "Right. Well, knowing the lord hand he would keep a whore in one chamber and carry out the crown's justice in another." The well known "secret" of the Hand of the Reach was one that brought forth many jokes. It weren't a man going to whorehouses, it was the man pretending to be put off by them.

"I don't see that having much impact on her view about it all. Her people are very strict about these sorts of things. And I don't blame them. Them folk in the North, they were witches." Omer wanted to drink but he did not. He struggled with the want, with the urge. It was hard to drink, too much guilt, and harder still to not drink. He smoked more. Drank that weak beer served at breakfast, enough to get a baby drunk but a Florent? No. It was basically water.

"And when can we expect you to marry? You're getting old."

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"alright florent, not everyone is as well versed in your old-clover alliance as connie himself calls it. may the gods bless each of yer little runts." and he rose his whiskey there for omer to meet him in the middle with this fruit juice, something ronan never really mentioned - there was never a need to. everyone knew of the struggle, knew of what had happened after they returned from the north so many a year ago now.

instead, there was the sound of laughter coming from the corner of the room with the chess table upon it now, laughter that seemed to roar above the sound of the fiddle or the tapping of feet against the floor that was no doubt the result of their traditional style of dancing.

"if ya ask me, tirius rowan need to be getting his septons to cleanse his bed of whores and leave the grannies be."

it was at this point that the drink definitely had gotten to ronan, and he were unable to speak of serious matters of state and politics. and he did not wish to, for they had agreed to leave it at the door - relations between the riverlands and the reach remained currently in the air, considering they were still working out any risks about his queen's succession to the throne. he leaned back slightly in his chair, his brows furrowed as they were whenever he was deep in thought - putting the pipe down after extinguishing it with the tip of his finger.

"perhaps she talk to a clover septon about it. have her understand that some practices linger from the first men, but it's herbology really ya know? mutter some hymns over it and suddenly its supernatural." ronan himself had a strangely mixed relationship with religion; he found validity in the mix of the ways of the seven and the customs of the first men found in the riverlands and in the vale. he thought it worked.

[omerflorent]

Omer returned the laugh, "I hear no complaints, cousin. Me wife loves babies and I love giving her babies." They were currently on a break from it, not by choice but mostly from stress. He'd noticed that when they were both busy and under rivers of scrolls and stupidity then they could only have the mornings and nights before sleeping. And twice a day was far less than when things were calm. That coupled with little Callum and his struggles with sleeping.

"Little old ladies who spend more time wishing good on folk than harm. But, can't tell her that. Well I can, she just disagrees and we're starting over." He chuckled a bit, he little her fiery side, she stood tall and didn't back down.

"Aye, bad business but I can't say I didn't enjoy to bit of blow back that hit old Hightower. And eventful final chapter of poor choices." He wanted a drink but this conversation was just as good. He moved another, taking other's pawn.

The next question made the High Commander laugh harder than he expected. "No, no, they got none in Old Way lands. Anyone who's there is gonna get a charge of dark magic. Once, Lord Rowan, Tirius, found some woods witches in his groves or something, not close to the keep but too close for him. Burned them. And then that was it. A Septon came to cleanse or whatever that lot calls it and moved on. And all i thought was what if were some old lady looking to bake her pies?" Of course, Omer knew he was often the exception and not the rule when ti came to letting smallfolk in his gardens of fruits and flowers.

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"she be scarin' herself." the lord of stone hedge did not often take to the habit of a smoke; though ronan bracken himself? "you sure she ain't uncomfortable with the amount of babes you repeatedly have her be carryin?" he barked out a loud laugh as he was asking the question. still rarely, apart from a major exception. when around the company of a certain fox, it would not be rare to catch the sight of a pipe in his hand and exhaling smoke from his nose, almost a guilty pleasure of sorts.

"ah nah, 'course not. they be old grannies doing a little somethin' to be slippin' some coin in their socks for when winter comes. everyone knows that."

there remained the sound of the fiddle and some folk singing from down the hall, alongside the smell of cinnamon and roasted apples - but as of this moment, ronan bracken remained looking down upon the board in front of him. competitive in nature, it were always expected of a bracken.

"still, yer've got the high septon on yer doorstep and the last thing you need is him lookin' brightwater's way. we all seen what they done to oldtown's poor whores." he tutted slightly, taking a swig of whiskey. "bad business all that was."

he had heard of this herbal house which had been established within brightwater lands; a residential learning community akin to a settlement of septas or a monastery of some kind. he did not truly understand the logistics, or what the difference was; he had been waiting to see omer in person to talk about it.

never had he thought the woods witches were an issue, for they had never been in their own customs; just another part of society, akin to the many oddities in life. "what, they got no woods witches in old way lands? at all?"

[supersonicdreams]

classicdecadence​:

Colleen’s moaned praise about how he felt so good drew gruff, approving moans from Ronan whilst he sank fully into her. He barely let himself remain inside her for a second before he pulled his hips back and then pushed forward again in the first of a series of quick, targeted thrusts into Colleen’s tight cunt. Their lustful kisses continued as Ronan fucked her, his moans getting louder and gruffer whilst he pounded, the sound of their skin slapping together mixing in with that of their kisses and their moans. 

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Colleen continued to moan as he pushed deep into her, flling her up entirely. The way he fucked her, he was so good, she couldn’t help but to feel increibly overwhelmed by the pleasure. Her skin was sweaty and slapping against Ronan’s, but it felt so damn good. “H-harder, babe...” she panted, meeting his powerful thrusts.

[supersonicdreams]

classicdecadence​:

“And you love it,” Ronan replied to Colleen’s playful declaration about how much of a tease he was, the cocky sentiment furthered by how he kept on teasing Colleen’s entrance with his tip in the seconds after the words had been said. At her question about how he was going to take her then, Ronan smirked and murmured “In a way I think you’re gonna love…” right before finally then pushing his tip inside Colleen, beginning to fill her slowly inch by inch once more. 

“Maybe” she hummed playfully, her breathing becoming heavier and ragged as he continued to tease her relentlessly. “Mmmm...” she moaned softly, biting her lower lip as he eased himself into her. “I think I will” she whispered quite breathlessly. Colleen cupped Ronan’s face and kissed him deeply, moaning against his lips as he filled her up.

[supersonicdreams]

classicdecadence​:

As Colleen then agreed with his declaration that their sex would last all night, Ronan chuckled and said “Glad we’re on the same page… and you don’t need to worry either, I will fuck you all night long…” before then laughing once more. He kissed Colleen in return then whilst his hands kept on roaming along her bare back and then down to her ass, the feeling of her body already making him hungry for more with her. “I could worship this body all night, pretty sure it’s addict worthy,” Ronan quipped, laughing once more then as he kept on touching Colleen’s back and rear before kissing her again. 

“I certainly hope so, big guy” she giggled, turning her head so she could kiss him again, sighing softly as he grope her ass. “I mean... I’m definitely not going to stop you if you want to do so” she grinned as her hands traveled upside down his strong arms. He even smelled great, and tasted like whiskey, which was a plus. The brunette drapped her leg around his hip and pressed herself more to him.

[supersonicdreams]

classicdecadence​:

Ronan kept the pace of his thrusts athletic and unrelenting as he fucked Colleen continually, the sound of their skin slapping together combining with the slick sounds of his cunt drilling her wet cunt to mix in with their desperate, needy moans. His grip remained tight upon Colleen’s hip and arm as he pounded her, his gaze darkened over with a lustful look and his grunts low and hoarse. Colleen cupped his face and pushed his hair out of his eyes, the soft movement contrasting with how roughly Ronan was treating her and yet it fit so perfectly. Whilst still pounding, Ronan trailed one hand to start gently massaging and caressing Colleen’s bare, bouncing breasts. 

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They moved so in sync, it seemed quite effortlessly to be honest. More moans and whimpers flowed from her lips. She could feel herself nearing her orgasm and all she could do was pick up the pace. “Fuck, Ronan... I’m close” she whined. Colleen could feel her walls clenching tightly around his cock and it was a matter of time before she reached her climax, moaning loudly as she did.

[supersonicdreams]

classicdecadence​:

As Colleen indicated that she wanted to change position, Ronan nodded and moved with her. The moans continued flowing from Ronan whilst Colleen kept on rolling her hips, the feeling of going in and out of her tight pussy driving him more wild by the second. His hands resumed worshipping Colleen’s naked form, his gaze also raking along her body without relent whilst they still had sex. “You feel… so… good!” Ronan declared gruffly before succumbing to more moans, those sounds mixing in with the sound of their skin slapping together. 

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Colleen moaned at the change of position and clung onto him. “Fuck! Yes, that f-feels so good” she groaned in delight. He was fucking her so goodm even better than she expected. Sometimes, hot guys like Ronan were an utter disappointment when it came to sex. But not Ronan, he was good and hot. She cupped his face with both hands and gently, caressded him, pushing his hair backwards.