ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴄᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ.
ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴠɪᴅᴇ ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ,
ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴍᴇʀᴄɪʟᴇꜱꜱʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇɴᴅꜱ
𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫
well, of course! such an occasion
especially calls for it, wouldn't you say?
i cannot offer much.
but closeness is among the few things.
for you, cousin, i shall always be
at your call. now, let us get you
patched up and lost in your cups, hm?
⠀⠀
are you drunk already?
daeron . . .
I will, though I doubt you
will do me harm.
but your company might
be needed somehow;
I need closeness after
that terrible trial and with
what happened with
father . . . too many things
are making my head dizzy.
I need a drink as well.
⠀⠀
me, the wine is already numbing the
pain, aye?
tend to your own wounds. i could
offer you a hand but i fear i’d do
more harm than good. perhaps my
company could be enough
well, of course! such an occasion
especially calls for it, wouldn't you say?
i cannot offer much.
but closeness is among the few things.
for you, cousin, i shall always be
at your call. now, let us get you
patched up and lost in your cups, hm?
ah, yes. i am the dramatic
one but it was you who invoked
a thousand year old, ridiculous andal trial
because your pride was wounded.
forgive me for not falling to my
knees and praising your 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔲𝔰, brother.
the knight won. you yielded.
let it be.
⠀⠀
it ℎ𝑎𝑑 to be done,
no one asked you
to participate.
yet here you are?
it is not like baelor
is dead. he is just
badly injuried, so
am I.
you all being dramatic.
mainly you, as always.
too bad that cursed of
knight is still alive.
⠀⠀
demand, was it not?
well, look where that has
gotten us
ah, yes. i am the dramatic
one but it was you who invoked
a thousand year old, ridiculous andal trial
because your pride was wounded.
forgive me for not falling to my
knees and praising your 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔲𝔰, brother.
the knight won. you yielded.
let it be.
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ᴀᴋᴏᴛꜱᴋ | ʜᴏᴛᴅ | ɢᴏᴛ
ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴜɴɪꜱ
ᴍɪx ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ
ᴀᴋᴏᴛꜱᴋ | ʜᴏᴛᴅ | ɢᴏᴛ
ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴜɴɪꜱ
ᴍɪx ᴏꜰ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ
muse is bisexual.
18+ slow burn, dead dove allowed, multiship, oc friendly ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
muse is bisexual.
18+ slow burn, dead dove allowed, multiship, oc friendly ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
if you want my character to interact with yours definitely in any case. if you would like to plot anything before, you are always welcome in my dms.
canon and oc friendly.
if you want my character to interact with yours definitely in any case. if you would like to plot anything before, you are always welcome in my dms.
canon and oc friendly.
me, the wine is already numbing the
pain, aye?
tend to your own wounds. i could
offer you a hand but i fear i’d do
more harm than good. perhaps my
company could be enough
⠀⠀
shall I be worried, cousin?
ache in the eye seems tough.
I am pretty . . . wrecked.
I need to tend my wounds, I
have not done it yet.
⠀⠀
injured? perhaps a bit.
what’s a bit of blood upon the cheek
and an ache in the eye to me?
far less than i can say for
the others and their fates..
me, the wine is already numbing the
pain, aye?
tend to your own wounds. i could
offer you a hand but i fear i’d do
more harm than good. perhaps my
company could be enough
demand, was it not?
well, look where that has
gotten us
⠀⠀
if you have anything to say,
brother, say it. I do not want
to waste my time.
⠀⠀
surely has little to do with your
choices 𝒽𝓂𝓂𝓂𝓂
demand, was it not?
well, look where that has
gotten us
surely has little to do with your
choices 𝒽𝓂𝓂𝓂𝓂
⠀⠀
it is always daeron daeron,
valarr valarr, duncan duncan
but never aerion aerion.
⠀⠀
surely has little to do with your
choices 𝒽𝓂𝓂𝓂𝓂
injured? perhaps a bit.
what’s a bit of blood upon the cheek
and an ache in the eye to me?
far less than i can say for
the others and their fates..
⠀⠀
ℎ𝑚, as expected.
have you been
injuried during the
trial?
⠀⠀
injured? perhaps a bit.
what’s a bit of blood upon the cheek
and an ache in the eye to me?
far less than i can say for
the others and their fates..
⠀⠀
by the gods, daeron is back.
⠀⠀
ᴀɴɢʀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇ
ᴄʜᴀɪɴ ʟɪɴᴋ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴜɴɢꜱ
ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʟꜰᴜʀɪᴄ ᴀᴄɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜʏ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ
ᴀꜱ ɪ'ᴍ ᴄɪʀᴄʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɪɴ
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ
ᴀɴɢʀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇ
ᴄʜᴀɪɴ ʟɪɴᴋ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴜɴɢꜱ
ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʟꜰᴜʀɪᴄ ᴀᴄɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜʏ ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ
ᴀꜱ ɪ'ᴍ ᴄɪʀᴄʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɪɴ
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ