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morewoe Ā· 19 hours ago
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TheĀ  firstĀ  retortĀ  thatĀ  comesĀ  toĀ  mindĀ  isĀ  thatĀ  sheĀ  doesĀ  notĀ  care.Ā  NotĀ  oneĀ  bit.Ā  SheĀ  wasĀ  loyalĀ  toĀ  herself,Ā  aboveĀ  all.Ā  AfterĀ  that,Ā  herĀ  husband,Ā  onlyĀ  forĀ  theĀ  vowsĀ  shared,Ā  butĀ  heĀ  wasĀ  notĀ  byĀ  herĀ  sideĀ  thisĀ  night.Ā  HisĀ  family,Ā  onlyĀ  inĀ  whatĀ  theyĀ  couldĀ  doĀ  forĀ  her,Ā  howĀ  theyĀ  couldĀ  furtherĀ  herĀ  ownĀ  ambitions.Ā  IfĀ  theyĀ  hadĀ  notĀ  theĀ  senseĀ  toĀ  beĀ  wellĀ  guardedĀ  inĀ  aĀ  strangersĀ  home,Ā  thenĀ  thatĀ  wasĀ  theirĀ  ownĀ  poorĀ  decision,Ā  andĀ  notĀ  oneĀ  sheĀ  wouldĀ  beĀ  ableĀ  toĀ  defend.Ā  "BetterĀ  offĀ  inĀ  removingĀ  theĀ  threatĀ  entirely,Ā  ifĀ  youĀ  askĀ  me.Ā  EachĀ  oneĀ  ofĀ  theseĀ  cowardsĀ  deadĀ  isĀ  betterĀ  defenceĀ  thanĀ  anything."Ā  HerĀ  silkĀ  clungĀ  toĀ  herĀ  asĀ  theĀ  bloodĀ  dried,Ā  theĀ  bladeĀ  inĀ  herĀ  handĀ  beggedĀ  forĀ  more.Ā  "IĀ  assumeĀ  theĀ  wayĀ  you'veĀ  comeĀ  fromĀ  isĀ  freeĀ  fromĀ  attackers.Ā  IĀ  won'tĀ  wasteĀ  myĀ  timeĀ  wanderingĀ  thatĀ  direction."
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alara'sĀ  browĀ  furrowed.Ā  herĀ  ownĀ Ā mind couldn't cease thinking of those barricaded in their chambers. unlike a hunt, there was nothing thrilling about an attack that could tear those dear to her away. but casting judgement remained contained; whatever dyanmic consumed the halls of casterly rock was of no interest to her tonight.Ā  āĀ Ā even the sturdiest door is nothing more than wood. they will only remain sealed if they are well guarded. āžĀ  Ā she'd wandered past many that'd been broken open, bodies fallen in a last, desperate defense - hadn't needed to step inside to know more death lay within.
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morewoe Ā· 4 months ago
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open starter //accepting
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TheĀ  SevenĀ  wereĀ  notĀ  herĀ  gods,Ā  butĀ  GysellaĀ  feltĀ  theĀ  needĀ  toĀ  thankĀ  themĀ  regardless.Ā  Sometimes,Ā  sheĀ  couldĀ  stillĀ  feelĀ  theĀ  stingĀ  inĀ  herĀ  ribsĀ  whenĀ  sheĀ  breathed,Ā  andĀ  theĀ  painĀ  inĀ  herĀ  legĀ  whereĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  twistedĀ  itĀ  inĀ  herĀ  attemptĀ  toĀ  flee.Ā  AĀ  reminderĀ  ofĀ  whatĀ  couldĀ  haveĀ  happened.Ā  TheĀ  fateĀ  sheĀ  avoided.Ā  SoĀ  sheĀ  knelt,Ā  theĀ  softĀ  candlelightĀ  illuminatingĀ  theĀ  statueĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  motherĀ  sheĀ  kneltĀ  before,Ā  addingĀ  toĀ  itĀ  byĀ  lightingĀ  aĀ  candleĀ  beforeĀ  her.Ā  SheĀ  preferredĀ  this,Ā  toĀ  anyĀ  otherĀ  worship,Ā  toĀ  hymnsĀ  orĀ  songsĀ  orĀ  prayer.Ā  Quiet,Ā  andĀ  herĀ  own.Ā  OfĀ  course,Ā  withĀ  soĀ  manyĀ  inĀ  Highgarden,Ā  sheĀ  didĀ  notĀ  expectĀ  toĀ  beĀ  aloneĀ  forĀ  long.Ā  "RoomĀ  enoughĀ  forĀ  usĀ  both,Ā  myĀ  liege."Ā  SheĀ  smiled,Ā  thoughĀ  itĀ  didn'tĀ  reachĀ  darkĀ  eyes.Ā  "JoinĀ  me?"
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morewoe Ā· 30 days ago
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closed for @unbowcd
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"IĀ  seeĀ  youĀ  haveĀ  beenĀ  havingĀ  funĀ  withoutĀ  me.Ā  TerriblyĀ  rudeĀ  ofĀ  you,Ā  sister."Ā  HerĀ  nightgownĀ  isĀ  soakedĀ  withĀ  blood,Ā  aĀ  darkerĀ  stainĀ  againstĀ  redĀ  silkĀ  thatĀ  clingsĀ  toĀ  herĀ  likeĀ  skin,Ā  butĀ  theĀ  smileĀ  sheĀ  wearsĀ  isĀ  disconnected,Ā  moreĀ  atĀ  homeĀ  withinĀ  theĀ  Maiden'sĀ  BallĀ  thanĀ  inĀ  theĀ  storm.Ā  BrightĀ  eyes,Ā  likeĀ  wildfire,Ā  withĀ  herĀ  handĀ  aroundĀ  aĀ  dagger,Ā  theĀ  onlyĀ  weaponĀ  availableĀ  toĀ  herĀ  inĀ  Highgarden.Ā  UnboundĀ  auburnĀ  curlsĀ  floatĀ  aroundĀ  her,Ā  endsĀ  soakedĀ  withĀ  it.Ā  SheĀ  isĀ  noĀ  lionĀ  thisĀ  night,Ā  butĀ  scythe,Ā  andĀ  sheĀ  isĀ  homeĀ  inĀ  theĀ  violence.Ā  "IĀ  willĀ  notĀ  doĀ  youĀ  theĀ  insultĀ  ofĀ  askingĀ  ifĀ  youĀ  areĀ  unharmed,Ā  IĀ  willĀ  insteadĀ  assumeĀ  it.Ā  ItĀ  isĀ  expectedĀ  ofĀ  you,Ā  afterĀ  all."
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morewoe Ā· 1 month ago
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closed for @ravasz
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TheĀ  bloodĀ  onĀ  herĀ  handsĀ  wasĀ  drying,Ā  congealingĀ  inĀ  theĀ  coolĀ  breezeĀ  asĀ  sheĀ  stalkedĀ  theĀ  hallway.Ā  ScytheĀ  livesĀ  upĀ  toĀ  herĀ  name,Ā  aĀ  weapon,Ā  becauseĀ  whatĀ  elseĀ  wasĀ  thereĀ  toĀ  doĀ  butĀ  revert?Ā  ShedĀ  lion'sĀ  cloakĀ  andĀ  strikeĀ  outĀ  intoĀ  theĀ  nightĀ  armedĀ  withĀ  littleĀ  moreĀ  thanĀ  aĀ  daggerĀ  andĀ  theĀ  desireĀ  toĀ  harm.Ā  Ostensibly,Ā  shouldĀ  anyoneĀ  ask,Ā  sheĀ  isĀ  thereĀ  tryingĀ  toĀ  protectĀ  thoseĀ  whoĀ  foundĀ  themselvesĀ  withoutĀ  weapon,Ā  thatĀ  isĀ  theĀ  excuseĀ  sheĀ  willĀ  giveĀ  whenĀ  sheĀ  isĀ  inevitablyĀ  asked,Ā  soĀ  whenĀ  sheĀ  seesĀ  MartynĀ  Stark,Ā  sheĀ  cannotĀ  simplyĀ  walkĀ  on.Ā  No,Ā  sheĀ  stops,Ā  flexesĀ  stiffĀ  fingersĀ  aroundĀ  theĀ  blade,Ā  andĀ  clearsĀ  herĀ  throatĀ  toĀ  makeĀ  herselfĀ  known.Ā  "YourĀ  wolfĀ  couldĀ  makeĀ  shortĀ  workĀ  ofĀ  theseĀ  attackers.Ā  IĀ  wouldĀ  notĀ  likeĀ  toĀ  beĀ  onĀ  theĀ  receivingĀ  endĀ  ofĀ  theirĀ  clawsĀ  orĀ  teeth."
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morewoe Ā· 4 months ago
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closed for @steelfyre
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GysellaĀ  staredĀ  intoĀ  theĀ  flickeringĀ  candleĀ  flame,Ā  aĀ  handĀ  clutchedĀ  toĀ  herĀ  throat.Ā  ItĀ  couldn'tĀ  beĀ  moreĀ  differentĀ  toĀ  theĀ  firesĀ  thatĀ  hadĀ  destroyedĀ  theĀ  keep,Ā  theĀ  firesĀ  thatĀ  hadĀ  nearlyĀ  wipedĀ  themĀ  allĀ  fromĀ  theĀ  faceĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  earth.Ā  AndĀ  yet,Ā  sheĀ  staredĀ  intoĀ  it,Ā  asĀ  itĀ  burnedĀ  lower,Ā  seeingĀ  itĀ  onĀ  theĀ  backsĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  eyelidsĀ  withĀ  everyĀ  blink,Ā  andĀ  likeĀ  thatĀ  itĀ  wasĀ  bigger,Ā  fiercer.Ā  ItĀ  hadĀ  herĀ  pulseĀ  thundering,Ā  andĀ  herĀ  mindĀ  blankĀ  toĀ  allĀ  butĀ  theĀ  flame.Ā  ToĀ  burn...Ā  NoĀ  IronĀ  bornĀ  wantedĀ  toĀ  goĀ  thatĀ  way.Ā  WouldĀ  theĀ  DrownedĀ  GodĀ  haveĀ  stillĀ  welcomedĀ  herĀ  toĀ  hisĀ  halls,Ā  ifĀ  theĀ  firesĀ  hadĀ  takenĀ  her?Ā  TheĀ  thoughtĀ  makesĀ  herĀ  breathĀ  hitch,Ā  andĀ  sheĀ  finallyĀ  pullsĀ  herselfĀ  fromĀ  theĀ  doom.Ā  "I...Ā  I'mĀ  sorry.Ā  IĀ  believeĀ  IĀ  mayĀ  have...Ā  LostĀ  myselfĀ  inĀ  thought."Ā  SheĀ  pushedĀ  awayĀ  theĀ  goblet,Ā  moreĀ  thanĀ  halfĀ  full.Ā  "PerhapsĀ  lessĀ  ofĀ  that,Ā  forĀ  me.Ā  YouĀ  wereĀ  saying?"
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morewoe Ā· 4 months ago
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closed for @oftroje
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HighgardenĀ  wasĀ  beautiful,Ā  GysellaĀ  couldĀ  notĀ  denyĀ  that.Ā  TheĀ  gardensĀ  lookedĀ  likeĀ  somethingĀ  outĀ  ofĀ  aĀ  painting,Ā  aĀ  blueĀ  skyĀ  withĀ  warmĀ  breezeĀ  soĀ  picturesqueĀ  sheĀ  almostĀ  couldn'tĀ  believeĀ  it.Ā  ButĀ  thereĀ  wasĀ  aĀ  tensionĀ  inĀ  theĀ  air.Ā  TheĀ  lastĀ  timeĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  seenĀ  mostĀ  ofĀ  theseĀ  people,Ā  hadĀ  beenĀ  justĀ  beforeĀ  theĀ  attack,Ā  thoughĀ  whatĀ  wasĀ  worseĀ  wasĀ  searchingĀ  theĀ  crowdsĀ  forĀ  facesĀ  sheĀ  fearedĀ  sheĀ  wouldĀ  notĀ  seeĀ  again.Ā  GysellaĀ  wasĀ  notĀ  anĀ  affectionateĀ  woman,Ā  sheĀ  heldĀ  littleĀ  loveĀ  forĀ  thoseĀ  outsideĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  directĀ  circle,Ā  butĀ  toĀ  dieĀ  likeĀ  that...Ā  ThereĀ  wereĀ  fewĀ  sheĀ  wouldĀ  wishĀ  itĀ  on.Ā  ThereĀ  hadĀ  beenĀ  reservationsĀ  onĀ  comingĀ  atĀ  all.Ā  WasĀ  itĀ  worthĀ  theĀ  riskĀ  toĀ  lifeĀ  andĀ  limb?Ā  But,Ā  ofĀ  course,Ā  theĀ  drawĀ  ofĀ  powerĀ  wasĀ  oneĀ  tooĀ  temptingĀ  toĀ  everĀ  ignore.Ā  WithĀ  everĀ  practicedĀ  grace,Ā  sheĀ  movedĀ  slowly,Ā  likeĀ  thereĀ  wasĀ  notĀ  aĀ  careĀ  inĀ  theĀ  world.Ā  "IĀ  neverĀ  hadĀ  theĀ  privilegeĀ  ofĀ  visitingĀ  HighgardenĀ  before.Ā  IĀ  amĀ  grateful,Ā  thatĀ  theĀ  TyrellsĀ  haveĀ  openedĀ  theirĀ  doorsĀ  toĀ  usĀ  all."
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morewoe Ā· 5 months ago
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open starter // a c c e p t i n g ā€” the brunch
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GysellaĀ  hadĀ  toĀ  resistĀ  theĀ  urgeĀ  toĀ  s c o f fĀ  intoĀ  herĀ  cup.Ā  SheĀ  hadĀ  to,Ā  forĀ  sheĀ  foundĀ  herselfĀ  tooĀ  surroundedĀ  byĀ  facesĀ  sheĀ  couldĀ  notĀ  trust.Ā  AĀ  farce,Ā  surely.Ā  PowersĀ  behindĀ  closedĀ  doorsĀ  makingĀ  aĀ  decision.Ā  TheyĀ  wouldĀ  chooseĀ  theirĀ  favourite,Ā  theĀ  onesĀ  theyĀ  thoughtĀ  wouldĀ  beĀ  mostĀ  easilyĀ  controlled.Ā  ForĀ  ifĀ  theyĀ  couldĀ  notĀ  beĀ  theĀ  h a n dĀ  thatĀ  guidesĀ  theĀ  crown,Ā  theyĀ  wouldĀ  beĀ  theĀ  p o w e rĀ  thatĀ  guidesĀ  theĀ  hand.Ā  SheĀ  assumedĀ  asĀ  such,Ā  becauseĀ  it'sĀ  whatĀ  sheĀ  wouldĀ  do,Ā  ifĀ  givenĀ  halfĀ  theĀ  opportunity.Ā  SheĀ  sawĀ  noĀ  reasonĀ  toĀ  move,Ā  toĀ  findĀ  aĀ  councilĀ  memberĀ  andĀ  makeĀ  promisesĀ  sheĀ  wouldĀ  haveĀ  noĀ  intentionĀ  ofĀ  keeping,Ā  toĀ  evenĀ  try.Ā  SheĀ  didĀ  lookĀ  acrossĀ  theĀ  room,Ā  toĀ  watchĀ  theĀ  reactionsĀ  ofĀ  others.Ā  "I'mĀ  sorry,Ā  I...Ā  WasĀ  lostĀ  inĀ  thought.Ā  SoĀ  muchĀ  toĀ  takeĀ  in,Ā  soĀ  earlyĀ  inĀ  theĀ  day."Ā  TooĀ  earlyĀ  forĀ  a properĀ  drink,Ā  atĀ  theĀ  veryĀ  least.Ā  "WhatĀ  wereĀ  youĀ  saying?"
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morewoe Ā· 3 months ago
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"BetterĀ  toĀ  undersellĀ  thanĀ  over.Ā  IĀ  canĀ  beĀ  calledĀ  aĀ  greatĀ  manyĀ  things,Ā  butĀ  boastfulĀ  shallĀ  notĀ  beĀ  oneĀ  ofĀ  them."Ā  AtĀ  least,Ā  notĀ  outwardly.Ā  NotĀ  outsideĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  confinesĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  rooms,Ā  norĀ  theĀ  privacyĀ  ofĀ  trustedĀ  ears.Ā  TheĀ  youngestĀ  BaratheonĀ  wasĀ  certainlyĀ  notĀ  countedĀ  amongĀ  them.Ā  SheĀ  tookĀ  aĀ  stepĀ  back,Ā  fingerĀ  tappingĀ  againstĀ  theĀ  woodĀ  grainĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  bowĀ  asĀ  sheĀ  watchedĀ  theĀ  girlĀ  fire,Ā  givingĀ  anĀ  appreciativeĀ  nod.Ā  CloseĀ  enoughĀ  thatĀ  sheĀ  tiltedĀ  head,Ā  auburnĀ  curlsĀ  fallingĀ  overĀ  shoulderĀ  asĀ  sheĀ  consideredĀ  it.Ā  "YouĀ  makeĀ  aĀ  temptingĀ  argument,Ā  myĀ  lady.Ā  ButĀ  IĀ  amĀ  notĀ  dressedĀ  forĀ  theĀ  occasion.Ā  No,Ā  IĀ  thinkĀ  IĀ  wouldĀ  muchĀ  ratherĀ  sitĀ  fromĀ  theĀ  sidelinesĀ  andĀ  judge.Ā  ThoughĀ  IĀ  doĀ  thankĀ  youĀ  forĀ  theĀ  demonstration.Ā  It'sĀ  soĀ  niceĀ  toĀ  knowĀ  myĀ  coinĀ  willĀ  notĀ  beĀ  squandered,Ā  bettingĀ  onĀ  you. Perhaps,Ā  afterĀ  theĀ  celebrations,Ā  weĀ  couldĀ  meetĀ  backĀ  here.Ā  ByĀ  nextĀ  celebration,Ā  IĀ  amĀ  sureĀ  IĀ  couldĀ  beĀ  ready."
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tyanaĀ  tookĀ  aĀ  stepĀ  back,Ā  watchingĀ  gysella'sĀ  form.Ā  eyesĀ  trainedĀ  onĀ  stance,Ā  onĀ  armĀ  drawingĀ  back,Ā  onĀ  theĀ  breathĀ  takenĀ  beforeĀ  release.Ā  herĀ  gazeĀ  onlyĀ  drewĀ  toĀ  theĀ  targetĀ  later,Ā  softĀ  laughterĀ  fallingĀ  atĀ  theĀ  spotĀ  hit.Ā  "youĀ  soldĀ  yourselfĀ  short!Ā  nothingĀ  aboutĀ  thatĀ  wasĀ  rusty."Ā  thoughĀ  aĀ  browĀ  didĀ  raiseĀ  then.Ā  "unlessĀ  youĀ  meantĀ  youĀ  areĀ  rustyĀ  fromĀ  alwaysĀ  hittingĀ  bullseye."Ā  anotherĀ  laughĀ  fell,Ā  aĀ  smileĀ  stretchedĀ  acrossĀ  herĀ  faceĀ  evenĀ  asĀ  sheĀ  raisedĀ  herĀ  bow.Ā  sheĀ  waitedĀ  aĀ  moment,Ā  sharpenedĀ  gazeĀ  onĀ  theĀ  bullseye,Ā  adjustingĀ  aimĀ  alongĀ  theĀ  gentleĀ  breezeĀ  kissingĀ  herĀ  skin.Ā  inĀ  theĀ  nextĀ  breath,Ā  sheĀ  released,Ā  smileĀ  wideningĀ  beforeĀ  theĀ  arrowĀ  evenĀ  struckĀ  itsĀ  targetĀ  ---Ā  evenĀ  ifĀ  itĀ  wasĀ  anĀ  inchĀ  toĀ  theĀ  rightĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  bullseye.Ā  "tryĀ  again,Ā  myĀ  lady.Ā  itĀ  mayĀ  beĀ  worthĀ  entering,Ā  justĀ  toĀ  showĀ  yourĀ  attemptsĀ  areĀ  asĀ  worthyĀ  asĀ  anyĀ  other's."
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morewoe Ā· 3 months ago
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closed for @celestei
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"WouldĀ  youĀ  playĀ  along,Ā  ifĀ  IĀ  sayĀ  myĀ  legĀ  stillĀ  hasĀ  notĀ  healedĀ  enoughĀ  forĀ  aĀ  nightĀ  fullĀ  ofĀ  dancing?"Ā  DarkĀ  eyesĀ  meetĀ  herĀ  husbands,Ā  mouthĀ  twistingĀ  intoĀ  aĀ  halfĀ  smileĀ  asĀ  sheĀ  runsĀ  fingersĀ  overĀ  theĀ  danceĀ  card.Ā  HerĀ  voiceĀ  wasĀ  low,Ā  wordsĀ  intendedĀ  onlyĀ  forĀ  theĀ  twoĀ  ofĀ  them,Ā  thoughĀ  aĀ  quickĀ  glanceĀ  hadĀ  herĀ  almostĀ  certainĀ  everyoneĀ  wasĀ  tooĀ  investedĀ  inĀ  theirĀ  ownĀ  cardsĀ  toĀ  beĀ  payingĀ  muchĀ  attentionĀ  toĀ  her.Ā  SheĀ  wasĀ  gratefulĀ  forĀ  theirĀ  firstĀ  dance,Ā  toĀ  notĀ  haveĀ  toĀ  diveĀ  headfirstĀ  intoĀ  findingĀ  thoseĀ  namesĀ  fromĀ  herĀ  card,Ā  butĀ  toĀ  spendĀ  theĀ  entireĀ  nightĀ  onĀ  theĀ  floorĀ  wasĀ  aĀ  tiringĀ  conceptĀ  indeed,Ā  withoutĀ  theĀ  reliefĀ  ofĀ  breaksĀ  withĀ  thoseĀ  sheĀ  foundĀ  easierĀ  toĀ  converseĀ  with.Ā  ToĀ  stretchĀ  theĀ  truthĀ  andĀ  buildĀ  inĀ  someĀ  ofĀ  thoseĀ  breaksĀ  couldĀ  beĀ  theĀ  differenceĀ  betweenĀ  aĀ  pleasantĀ  conversationĀ  andĀ  aĀ  sharpĀ  tongue,Ā  asĀ  theĀ  nightĀ  drewĀ  on,Ā  evenĀ  ifĀ  havingĀ  toĀ  playĀ  onĀ  aĀ  weaknessĀ  didĀ  goĀ  againstĀ  herĀ  veryĀ  essence.Ā  "ItĀ  wouldĀ  spareĀ  feelings,Ā  IĀ  amĀ  sure."
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morewoe Ā· 2 months ago
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@disrcpairs said "youā€™reĀ  notĀ  interestingĀ  enoughĀ  toĀ  beĀ  offensive."
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"Now,Ā  now,Ā  myĀ  liege."Ā  GysellaĀ  clickedĀ  herĀ  tongue,Ā  aĀ  damnĀ  nearĀ  gruesomeĀ  smileĀ  pullingĀ  atĀ  herĀ  features.Ā  "ThroughoutĀ  myĀ  thirtyĀ  fiveĀ  years,Ā  IĀ  haveĀ  beenĀ  calledĀ  aĀ  greatĀ  dealĀ  ofĀ  things.Ā  SomeĀ  flattering,Ā  mostĀ  not.Ā  AndĀ  IĀ  canĀ  tellĀ  you,Ā  notĀ  onceĀ  hasĀ  someoneĀ  insinuatedĀ  IĀ  amĀ  notĀ  interesting."Ā  SheĀ  leanedĀ  forward,Ā  darkĀ  eyesĀ  asĀ  alightĀ  asĀ  anyĀ  flame.Ā  AnyĀ  thoughtĀ  ofĀ  beingĀ  offensiveĀ  wasĀ  sentĀ  toĀ  theĀ  wayside,Ā  sheĀ  knewĀ  herselfĀ  enoughĀ  toĀ  knowĀ  sheĀ  wasĀ  moreĀ  bitterĀ  poisonĀ  thanĀ  palatableĀ  wine,Ā  andĀ  whileĀ  sheĀ  didĀ  tryĀ  toĀ  waterĀ  selfĀ  down,Ā  sheĀ  hadĀ  startedĀ  toĀ  careĀ  lessĀ  andĀ  lessĀ  ofĀ  commonĀ  opinionĀ  ofĀ  herself.Ā  "WhatĀ  couldĀ  possiblyĀ  leadĀ  youĀ  toĀ  thatĀ  conclusion?"
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morewoe Ā· 2 months ago
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@sacrificeds said "ifĀ  youĀ  onlyĀ  trustĀ  theĀ  peopleĀ  youĀ  grewĀ  upĀ  with,Ā  youĀ  wonā€™tĀ  makeĀ  manyĀ  allies."
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"Well,Ā  doesĀ  thatĀ  notĀ  makeĀ  usĀ  allĀ  lucky,Ā  toĀ  haveĀ  suchĀ  aĀ  rangeĀ  ofĀ  noblesĀ  inĀ  theseĀ  halls."Ā  GysellaĀ  smiled,Ā  thoughĀ  sheĀ  knewĀ  inĀ  herĀ  heart,Ā  sheĀ  wasĀ  moreĀ  likelyĀ  toĀ  distrustĀ  someoneĀ  forĀ  theĀ  sinĀ  ofĀ  beingĀ  bornĀ  inĀ  herĀ  homeĀ  thanĀ  sheĀ  wasĀ  toĀ  trustĀ  them,Ā  aĀ  crimeĀ  inĀ  andĀ  ofĀ  itselfĀ  thatĀ  cementedĀ  oldĀ  relationshipsĀ  asĀ  eitherĀ  regretfullyĀ  severedĀ  orĀ  bridgesĀ  joyfullyĀ  burned.Ā  "DoĀ  youĀ  supposeĀ  thatĀ  isĀ  theĀ  pointĀ  ofĀ  usĀ  allĀ  beingĀ  gathered?Ā  ToĀ  helpĀ  strengthenĀ  tiesĀ  outsideĀ  ofĀ  onesĀ  ownĀ  homeland?Ā  For,Ā  surely,Ā  itĀ  cannotĀ  simplyĀ  beĀ  toĀ  haveĀ  aĀ  greaterĀ  crowdĀ  toĀ  celebrations."
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morewoe Ā· 3 months ago
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SheĀ  hadĀ  toĀ  doĀ  it,Ā  sheĀ  rationalised.Ā  SheĀ  hadĀ  toĀ  killĀ  theĀ  imageĀ  heĀ  hadĀ  ofĀ  her,Ā  killĀ  theĀ  shadeĀ  orĀ  theĀ  fictionĀ  orĀ  theĀ  mummersĀ  farceĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  beenĀ  andĀ  letĀ  himĀ  seeĀ  herĀ  asĀ  sheĀ  was.Ā  NotĀ  theĀ  girlĀ  whoĀ  hadĀ  lookedĀ  toĀ  himĀ  withĀ  starsĀ  inĀ  herĀ  eyes,Ā  butĀ  theĀ  womanĀ  wrappedĀ  inĀ  redĀ  silks,Ā  jewelsĀ  atĀ  herĀ  wristsĀ  andĀ  earsĀ  andĀ  throat,Ā  onceĀ  strongĀ  musclesĀ  weakened,Ā  softened.Ā  AĀ  lionĀ  hadĀ  claws,Ā  aĀ  scytheĀ  hadĀ  anĀ  edge,Ā  butĀ  GysellaĀ  hadĀ  somethingĀ  elseĀ  entirely.Ā  AĀ  creatureĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  ownĀ  creation,Ā  noĀ  godĀ  hadĀ  shapedĀ  her,Ā  onlyĀ  herĀ  ownĀ  twoĀ  hands,Ā  atĀ  theĀ  pottersĀ  wheel.Ā  SheĀ  wasĀ  anĀ  abominationĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  ownĀ  making,Ā  andĀ  itĀ  wasĀ  highĀ  timeĀ  heĀ  seeĀ  her.Ā  SheĀ  couldĀ  haveĀ  continuedĀ  herĀ  lieĀ  forĀ  aĀ  thousandĀ  lifetimes,Ā  havingĀ  walkedĀ  theĀ  stepsĀ  fromĀ  childhood,Ā  alwaysĀ  knowingĀ  whereĀ  theĀ  pathĀ  wouldĀ  lead,Ā  butĀ  heĀ  hadĀ  sentĀ  themĀ  offĀ  course,Ā  withĀ  hisĀ  decision.Ā  HeĀ  wasĀ  caughtĀ  upĀ  onĀ  theirĀ  past,Ā  exceptĀ  seenĀ  inĀ  aĀ  differentĀ  light,Ā  whereĀ  sheĀ  wasĀ  stillĀ  hisĀ  friendĀ  andĀ  differencesĀ  couldĀ  beĀ  overcomeĀ  withĀ  anĀ  apology.Ā  ButĀ  unlessĀ  thatĀ  apologyĀ  erasedĀ  theĀ  pain,Ā  drewĀ  backĀ  theĀ  clockĀ  andĀ  reveredĀ  theĀ  humiliation,Ā  tookĀ  awayĀ  theĀ  darkĀ  nightsĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  walkedĀ  theĀ  balconiesĀ  ofĀ  TenĀ  Towers,Ā  lookingĀ  intoĀ  theĀ  darkĀ  seaĀ  belowĀ  withĀ  tearsĀ  sheĀ  wouldĀ  neverĀ  admitĀ  toĀ  streamingĀ  downĀ  herĀ  face,Ā  thenĀ  itĀ  wasĀ  noĀ  use.Ā  "YouĀ  gaveĀ  meĀ  noĀ  choice."Ā  TheĀ  truth,Ā  finally,Ā  withĀ  aĀ  softĀ  chuckleĀ  thatĀ  heldĀ  noĀ  humour,Ā  thoughĀ  whetherĀ  sheĀ  meantĀ  thenĀ  orĀ  now,Ā  evenĀ  GysellaĀ  doesĀ  notĀ  trulyĀ  know.Ā  "YouĀ  backedĀ  meĀ  intoĀ  aĀ  corner,Ā  Dalton,Ā  asĀ  youĀ  loveĀ  toĀ  do,Ā  andĀ  nowĀ  youĀ  dislikeĀ  whatĀ  I'veĀ  hadĀ  toĀ  doĀ  toĀ  removeĀ  myselfĀ  fromĀ  it."
TheĀ  oneĀ  thingĀ  sheĀ  knewĀ  aboutĀ  herselfĀ  toĀ  beĀ  true,Ā  noĀ  matterĀ  whichĀ  reflectionĀ  sheĀ  found,Ā  underĀ  allĀ  theĀ  fraudĀ  andĀ  liesĀ  andĀ  perfectĀ  smiles,Ā  wasĀ  thatĀ  whateverĀ  depravedĀ  beastĀ  livedĀ  underĀ  herĀ  skinĀ  wouldĀ  foreverĀ  fightĀ  toĀ  beĀ  theĀ  lastĀ  oneĀ  standing.Ā  SheĀ  wouldĀ  sayĀ  whateverĀ  hurtfulĀ  thingĀ  sheĀ  could,Ā  pokeĀ  woundsĀ  sheĀ  knewĀ  wouldĀ  sting,Ā  justĀ  becauseĀ  heĀ  hadĀ  provokedĀ  her.Ā  OrĀ  maybeĀ  entirelyĀ  becauseĀ  heĀ  had.Ā  HeĀ  wasĀ  theĀ  oneĀ  personĀ  whoĀ  couldĀ  getĀ  underĀ  herĀ  skin,Ā  theĀ  oneĀ  personĀ  whoĀ  couldĀ  trulyĀ  hurtĀ  her,Ā  andĀ  heĀ  stoodĀ  inĀ  frontĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  withĀ  apologiesĀ  andĀ  explanations,Ā  tellingĀ  herĀ  heĀ  hadĀ  wantedĀ  her,Ā  andĀ  theĀ  worstĀ  partĀ  wasĀ  thatĀ  heĀ  lookedĀ  atĀ  herĀ  likeĀ  theyĀ  mayĀ  justĀ  beĀ  true.Ā  HeĀ  hadĀ  beenĀ  herĀ  god.Ā  HeldĀ  theĀ  powerĀ  ofĀ  lifeĀ  andĀ  deathĀ  inĀ  hisĀ  hands,Ā  sailedĀ  theĀ  seaĀ  likeĀ  heĀ  commandedĀ  it,Ā  becauseĀ  maybeĀ  heĀ  did.Ā  SheĀ  hadn'tĀ  neededĀ  religion,Ā  whenĀ  she'dĀ  stoodĀ  byĀ  hisĀ  side,Ā  becauseĀ  heĀ  wasĀ  it.Ā  AndĀ  sheĀ  wouldĀ  haveĀ  followedĀ  himĀ  toĀ  theĀ  edgesĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  world,Ā  aĀ  devotee,Ā  anĀ  acolyte.Ā  HeĀ  hadĀ  beenĀ  different,Ā  sheĀ  hadĀ  toldĀ  herself,Ā  fromĀ  theĀ  liegesĀ  whoĀ  pushedĀ  herĀ  aboutĀ  theĀ  chessĀ  boardĀ  likeĀ  aĀ  pieceĀ  inĀ  theirĀ  control.Ā  HeĀ  hadĀ  beenĀ  aĀ  manĀ  singularĀ  inĀ  accomplishment,Ā  andĀ  singularĀ  inĀ  herĀ  mind.Ā  SheĀ  lovedĀ  him.Ā  ItĀ  wasĀ  difficultĀ  toĀ  admit,Ā  evenĀ  toĀ  herself,Ā  theĀ  wordĀ  aĀ  heavyĀ  thingĀ  onĀ  herĀ  tongue,Ā  aĀ  feelingĀ  sheĀ  wasn'tĀ  sureĀ  sheĀ  wasĀ  evenĀ  capableĀ  of,Ā  butĀ  theĀ  evidenceĀ  stoodĀ  beforeĀ  her,Ā  inĀ  theĀ  onlyĀ  manĀ  whoĀ  couldĀ  destroyĀ  her,Ā  ifĀ  heĀ  soĀ  wished.Ā  PullĀ  herĀ  apartĀ  lieĀ  byĀ  lie,Ā  threadĀ  byĀ  thread,Ā  untilĀ  sheĀ  stoodĀ  beforeĀ  himĀ  theĀ  truestĀ  versionĀ  ofĀ  herself.Ā  DidĀ  heĀ  knowĀ  howĀ  easilyĀ  heĀ  couldĀ  razeĀ  her?
ExceptĀ  whenĀ  he'dĀ  heldĀ  theĀ  bladeĀ  toĀ  her,Ā  heĀ  hadn't.Ā  She'dĀ  stood,Ā  andĀ  she'dĀ  takenĀ  it,Ā  inĀ  theĀ  wayĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  acceptedĀ  mostĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  life,Ā  unsureĀ  whatĀ  sheĀ  wasĀ  evenĀ  fightingĀ  against.Ā  MaybeĀ  becauseĀ  sheĀ  didn'tĀ  believeĀ  hmĀ  actuallyĀ  capableĀ  ofĀ  it,Ā  theĀ  wayĀ  sheĀ  hadn't.Ā  MaybeĀ  becauseĀ  sheĀ  believedĀ  sheĀ  deservedĀ  it,Ā  whichĀ  wasn'tĀ  entirelyĀ  untrue.Ā  HadĀ  theĀ  sameĀ  thingĀ  thatĀ  hadĀ  stilledĀ  herĀ  handĀ  stoppedĀ  himĀ  asĀ  well?Ā  AĀ  candleĀ  atĀ  theĀ  alterĀ  ofĀ  whatĀ  theyĀ  usedĀ  toĀ  have,Ā  whatĀ  couldĀ  haveĀ  been,Ā  aĀ  hundredĀ  lifetimesĀ  thatĀ  wouldĀ  neverĀ  be,Ā  aĀ  futureĀ  forĀ  theirĀ  homeĀ  thatĀ  wouldĀ  neverĀ  comeĀ  toĀ  fruition.Ā  HeĀ  hadĀ  setĀ  themĀ  backĀ  generations,Ā  anĀ  allianceĀ  thatĀ  couldĀ  haveĀ  madeĀ  themĀ  untouchableĀ  insteadĀ  aĀ  burningĀ  wreck,Ā  aĀ  hauntedĀ  keep.Ā  TarnishĀ  andĀ  dustĀ  andĀ  ashĀ  inĀ  whatĀ  couldĀ  haveĀ  beenĀ  glittering.Ā  TheyĀ  wouldĀ  haveĀ  destroyedĀ  eachĀ  other,Ā  andĀ  sheĀ  knowsĀ  it,Ā  butĀ  whatĀ  otherĀ  futureĀ  wasĀ  thereĀ  forĀ  her?Ā  WhoĀ  wouldĀ  knowĀ  herĀ  soĀ  deeply,Ā  thatĀ  theĀ  mortalĀ  woundĀ  couldĀ  beĀ  cast?Ā  IfĀ  itĀ  wasĀ  notĀ  DaltonĀ  thatĀ  killedĀ  her,Ā  sheĀ  wasn'tĀ  sureĀ  whatĀ  could.
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"ThisĀ  isĀ  aĀ  gift,Ā  then."Ā  GysellaĀ  weighedĀ  theĀ  bladeĀ  inĀ  herĀ  hand.Ā  AĀ  familiarĀ  weight,Ā  aĀ  gripĀ  sheĀ  knew,Ā  andĀ  unseenĀ  byĀ  hisĀ  eyesĀ  spinsĀ  itĀ  inĀ  hand,Ā  theĀ  wayĀ  sheĀ  usedĀ  toĀ  asĀ  aĀ  girl,Ā  anĀ  idleĀ  pleasureĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  forbiddenĀ  herself,Ā  theĀ  wayĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  forbiddenĀ  herselfĀ  aĀ  greatĀ  manyĀ  things.Ā  ButĀ  sheĀ  wasĀ  notĀ  thatĀ  girlĀ  anymore,Ā  andĀ  theĀ  realisationĀ  wasĀ  suddenĀ  andĀ  complete,Ā  becauseĀ  thatĀ  girlĀ  wouldĀ  notĀ  haveĀ  seenĀ  enemy'sĀ  openĀ  defencesĀ  likeĀ  thisĀ  andĀ  notĀ  struck,Ā  takingĀ  everyĀ  advantage,Ā  evenĀ  ifĀ  itĀ  wasĀ  underhanded,Ā  dishonourable.Ā  SheĀ  hadĀ  noĀ  honourĀ  left,Ā  soĀ  thatĀ  wasĀ  ofĀ  noĀ  concern.Ā  ButĀ  asĀ  theĀ  glassĀ  shattered,Ā  theĀ  redĀ  dripped,Ā  sheĀ  imaginedĀ  itĀ  wasĀ  hisĀ  blood,Ā  andĀ  bileĀ  roseĀ  toĀ  theĀ  backĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  throat.Ā  SheĀ  wantedĀ  himĀ  dead,Ā  andĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  theĀ  chance.Ā  SheĀ  hadĀ  aĀ  millionĀ  chances.Ā  AndĀ  sheĀ  couldn't.Ā  SheĀ  tucksĀ  theĀ  bladeĀ  intoĀ  theĀ  beltĀ  aroundĀ  herĀ  waist,Ā  tapsĀ  aĀ  perfectĀ  fingernailĀ  againstĀ  theĀ  blade.Ā  SheĀ  wouldĀ  getĀ  herĀ  revenge,Ā  oneĀ  day.Ā  BringĀ  himĀ  asĀ  lowĀ  asĀ  sheĀ  felt,Ā  makeĀ  himĀ  stoopĀ  toĀ  herĀ  levelĀ  andĀ  forceĀ  himĀ  lowerĀ  still.Ā  ThatĀ  revengeĀ  wouldĀ  notĀ  comeĀ  onĀ  theĀ  edgeĀ  ofĀ  aĀ  blade,Ā  andĀ  certainlyĀ  notĀ  whenĀ  itĀ  hadĀ  beenĀ  handedĀ  toĀ  her.Ā  ThatĀ  wasĀ  tooĀ  easy.
"IĀ  wouldĀ  ratherĀ  aĀ  bladeĀ  thanĀ  yourĀ  apology,Ā  inĀ  anyĀ  case.Ā  This,Ā  IĀ  couldĀ  getĀ  someĀ  useĀ  from."Ā  AnotherĀ  lie,Ā  rollingĀ  fromĀ  theĀ  tongueĀ  easily.Ā  ItĀ  wouldĀ  beĀ  buriedĀ  atĀ  theĀ  bottomĀ  ofĀ  aĀ  trunk,Ā  theĀ  edgeĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  bladeĀ  dullingĀ  withĀ  time,Ā  inĀ  theĀ  wayĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  buriedĀ  herself.Ā  SheĀ  hadĀ  wantedĀ  him,Ā  atĀ  oneĀ  point,Ā  andĀ  thatĀ  wasĀ  asĀ  vileĀ  aĀ  thoughtĀ  asĀ  any.Ā  SheĀ  trulyĀ  wouldĀ  haveĀ  givenĀ  herselfĀ  toĀ  him,Ā  herĀ  body,Ā  herĀ  soul,Ā  forĀ  aĀ  manĀ  whoĀ  hadn'tĀ  evenĀ  noticedĀ  theĀ  truthĀ  ofĀ  her.Ā  ToĀ  begĀ  forĀ  theĀ  scrapsĀ  ofĀ  himĀ  heĀ  deignedĀ  toĀ  giveĀ  her,Ā  andĀ  treatĀ  themĀ  asĀ  preciousĀ  asĀ  jewels,Ā  andĀ  sheĀ  wouldĀ  haveĀ  doneĀ  itĀ  happily.Ā  HeĀ  saidĀ  heĀ  wantedĀ  her,Ā  thatĀ  itĀ  wasĀ  for.Ā  SheĀ  lookedĀ  toĀ  theĀ  edgeĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  sleeve,Ā  theĀ  bloodĀ  dryingĀ  onĀ  it,Ā  hisĀ  blood.Ā  WithĀ  aĀ  feralĀ  sortĀ  ofĀ  rage,Ā  sheĀ  rippedĀ  awayĀ  theĀ  hem,Ā  pullingĀ  awayĀ  theĀ  fabricĀ  untilĀ  sheĀ  couldĀ  dropĀ  itĀ  toĀ  theĀ  floor,Ā  cleansedĀ  fromĀ  him.Ā  WhereĀ  hadĀ  thatĀ  softnessĀ  comeĀ  from,Ā  sheĀ  wondered,Ā  theĀ  kindĀ  thatĀ  madeĀ  herĀ  wantĀ  toĀ  cleanĀ  upĀ  aĀ  messĀ  thatĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  notĀ  caused?Ā  ItĀ  fitĀ  herĀ  ill,Ā  theĀ  worstĀ  ofĀ  anyĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  masksĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  tried.Ā  "TheĀ  leastĀ  IĀ  amĀ  owed,Ā  inĀ  truth,Ā  forĀ  theĀ  inconvenienceĀ  caused."
HowĀ  longĀ  hadĀ  theyĀ  beenĀ  stoodĀ  there?Ā  ItĀ  feltĀ  likeĀ  aĀ  lifetime,Ā  andĀ  theĀ  blinkĀ  ofĀ  anĀ  eye,Ā  andĀ  more.Ā  HowĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  spilledĀ  truthĀ  andĀ  liesĀ  wovenĀ  asĀ  oneĀ  untilĀ  theĀ  roomĀ  spun,Ā  untilĀ  evenĀ  sheĀ  didn'tĀ  knowĀ  whichĀ  wasĀ  which.Ā  SheĀ  hatedĀ  him,Ā  hatedĀ  thatĀ  heĀ  couldĀ  inspireĀ  suchĀ  emotionĀ  inĀ  her.Ā  AĀ  crimeĀ  asĀ  seriousĀ  asĀ  anyĀ  actĀ  committedĀ  againstĀ  her.Ā  "I...Ā  WillĀ  beĀ  missed."Ā  SheĀ  looksĀ  toĀ  theĀ  door,Ā  thoughĀ  sheĀ  makesĀ  noĀ  move,Ā  butĀ  soonĀ  enoughĀ  someoneĀ  wouldĀ  lookĀ  forĀ  her,Ā  andĀ  itĀ  wouldĀ  doĀ  herĀ  noĀ  favoursĀ  toĀ  beĀ  foundĀ  withĀ  DaltonĀ  Greyjoy,Ā  withĀ  tearsĀ  onĀ  herĀ  faceĀ  andĀ  aĀ  bladeĀ  byĀ  herĀ  sideĀ  whenĀ  heĀ  bled.Ā  Eventually,Ā  sheĀ  wouldĀ  haveĀ  toĀ  turnĀ  andĀ  leave,Ā  walkĀ  awayĀ  fromĀ  theĀ  siteĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  crash.Ā  SheĀ  wouldĀ  lieĀ  inĀ  bedĀ  withĀ  theĀ  imagesĀ  ofĀ  whatĀ  couldĀ  haveĀ  beenĀ  flashingĀ  beforeĀ  darkĀ  eyes,Ā  notĀ  onlyĀ  aĀ  pastĀ  longĀ  gone,Ā  butĀ  theĀ  endĀ  ofĀ  aĀ  nightĀ  hadĀ  sheĀ  onlyĀ  beenĀ  braveĀ  enoughĀ  toĀ  pushĀ  forward.Ā  SheĀ  swallowedĀ  hardĀ  aroundĀ  theĀ  lumpĀ  inĀ  herĀ  throat,Ā  likeĀ  aĀ  handĀ  wrappedĀ  aroundĀ  theĀ  flesh.Ā  "AndĀ  youĀ  willĀ  beĀ  too,Ā  IĀ  suppose.Ā  YouĀ  bestĀ  notĀ  keepĀ  yourĀ  wifeĀ  waiting."
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you loved a fiction . dalton greyjoy ā€” the first born son of the reaper of pyke , heir to the salt throne , ironborn personified , drowned god's endowment , carved by piety , forced by the tides , falls into the ragged trenches of his mind . the lady gysella harlaw ... no , lannister , blood no longer of sea and salt , but mortal red gloved and gold armored , growling like the lioness she made herself . she speaks , her lips moving , rage so archaic swelling beneath her skin , tugging and pulling until it was scarlet . yet the lord heir hears not one word , not a fucking articulation of the unending atrocities she had suffered from his inaction . that thing does not exist . the foaming , the ringing , and the creaking growing louder in his head . itch spreading from his wrist , crawling to his elbows , sharp pain making his fingers twitch . it still does not . something within him falls , like lumber crashing upon the ground without a sound . the screams lingered , some his own in his terror - ridden slumber , clawing his way from the clutches of his sheets so he may find air . chest tightening as he finds himself face to face with the sheer reality that nothing was and is real . that the pain he had lived with , the grappling sorrow he endured , was all of his doing , all for naught . he was right to swing his sword . destroy the mantel bannered by the iron islands as their unyielding devotion . but under the weight of his blade , it shattered fairly quick for men who declare themselves loyal and faithful . wasted are the years spent in solitude and penance , washing his skin of the blood and brutality he dared not carry to their shore out of respect . for what? a bride forged to bring him under their control . she was right , he was right . he was not a god then , no deity will falter the way he had , and be tricked into licking at wounds driven by his own daggers . no god wallows in self - pity and regret for a mortal who wears a mask . the drowned god salvaged him from making such a mistake , from remaining to be such a man . he was right to put his life in the hands of such a being , instead of a woman . his desire almost became his undoing . he would have delivered the lady harlaw to the halls himself , after peeling her crafted skin and undressing her act . it would have unleashed the unthinkable , sank the iron islands to the pits of the sea bed . i never cared for our god. and the blasphemy that poured from her very lips he once dreamed of claiming , the final arrow shot to his darkened heart .
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he may speak one tongue , and dream in another now . he may , truly , allow himself ā€” heart , body , mind , and soul , to be consumed by dominion , to bathed in iron , black , and b l o o d . if he cannot be a proper son , a proper husband , then he can be a kraken who would drink and swallow a deity that came before time itself . he had no other choice now , he must become a god ... if he cannot have peace , he will demand fear . ā i will have you do nothing , my lady . i hold no authority over your pride , your contentment , or the joys of your choices . those are not your husband's , or your father's , those are yours , āž he will bear the burden of delight , hopes , and anguish , as others have always seen fit . the young boy that thrived within him had and lost nothing , only clung to nonexistent object of desire and cause of regret that he used for excuses for his hesitations . and now , he is rid of it . freedom tasted like blood and sea water , just like every emotion his mortal frame can conjure . ā as are mine . āž ā though i'm afraid i owe you an apology for something else entirely , āž his heart ached and quivered as he yet remained a man . goal unrealized , he is left to wade through the thickened , bloodied swamps of the realm until his time to leave knocks upon the vengeance' sails . ā i seem to have mistaken you for another , lady lannister . āž years had made him skillful at the art of being dismissive , embodying callousness to survive the moral shards . dalton did what he can to keep what little memory of his past he can to live of . and to know a portion of what keeps him humane is a lie , there is no war vicious and wounding enough to quell the agony he is sitting with . ā i spent years unable to forgive myself for choosing faith over love , for causing pain . but i realized there is no cause for regret , i owed an apology to one who does not exist , or so i've been told . āž he is desperate to find grace , even a drop of courtesy , amidst the frustration cutting his skin like the edges of broken glass . he walks past the lady , not an ounce of warmth to spare . his heart beating furiously in his chest as he pulls the dagger off the wall , a sense of ridicule slapping his face as he resumed his place before her . ā how foolish of me , to come offering my life and the truth only she deserved , bearing my soul to ... fiction . āž dalton , with utmost gentleness takes gysella's hand once again , places the dagger upon it . turning his back to supply himself with whatever liquor he could find . shaking hands pouring everywhere but the cup before he throws the bottle aside , glass and red shattered and spilled everywhere .
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morewoe Ā· 2 months ago
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@vi0light said "areĀ  youĀ  thinkingĀ  ofĀ  wearingĀ  thatĀ  one?"
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"Perhaps."Ā  SheĀ  heldĀ  upĀ  theĀ  blueĀ  silkĀ  withĀ  aĀ  frown,Ā  beforeĀ  tossingĀ  itĀ  ontoĀ  herĀ  bed.Ā  TrunksĀ  ofĀ  fineĀ  silks,Ā  andĀ  sheĀ  stillĀ  feltĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  nothingĀ  toĀ  wear,Ā  thoughĀ  wasĀ  itĀ  theĀ  faultĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  gownsĀ  orĀ  herĀ  ownĀ  restlessĀ  spirit,Ā  simplyĀ  lookingĀ  forĀ  anĀ  excuseĀ  toĀ  buyĀ  moreĀ  toĀ  feelĀ  something.Ā  "IĀ  fearĀ  IĀ  wouldĀ  lookĀ  likeĀ  aĀ  walkingĀ  TullyĀ  banner,Ā  though.Ā  IĀ  feelĀ  asĀ  thoughĀ  theĀ  redĀ  isĀ  overplayed,Ā  andĀ  theĀ  greenĀ  is...Ā  Fine.Ā  AndĀ  don'tĀ  speakĀ  toĀ  meĀ  ofĀ  violet,Ā  IĀ  canĀ  scarceĀ  lookĀ  atĀ  theĀ  colourĀ  the same again.Ā  ItĀ  wouldĀ  neverĀ  comeĀ  closeĀ  toĀ  theĀ  vibranceĀ  ofĀ  yourĀ  eyes,Ā  andĀ  soĀ  whatĀ  isĀ  theĀ  pointĀ  ofĀ  it?Ā  No,Ā  that'sĀ  it.Ā  I'llĀ  simplyĀ  haveĀ  toĀ  attendĀ  dinnerĀ  inĀ  myĀ  underclothes,Ā  'foreĀ  thereĀ  isn'tĀ  aĀ  thingĀ  toĀ  wear."
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"LetĀ  meĀ  sitĀ  withĀ  myĀ  misery,Ā  brother."Ā  HandĀ  bracedĀ  againstĀ  foreheadĀ  likeĀ  thatĀ  wouldĀ  ceaseĀ  theĀ  relentlessĀ  poundingĀ  againstĀ  herĀ  skull,Ā  herĀ  ownĀ  doing.Ā  SheĀ  hadĀ  notĀ  overindulgedĀ  atĀ  theĀ  ballĀ  likeĀ  mostĀ  whoĀ  feltĀ  theĀ  afterĀ  effects,Ā  herĀ  ownĀ  drinkingĀ  comingĀ  muchĀ  laterĀ  inĀ  theĀ  night,Ā  backĀ  inĀ  herĀ  roomsĀ  toĀ  somehowĀ  justifyĀ  herĀ  danceĀ  withĀ  Dalton,Ā  asĀ  thoughĀ  anythingĀ  could.Ā  CurtainsĀ  drawn,Ā  fireĀ  outĀ  toĀ  allowĀ  aĀ  slightĀ  chillĀ  inĀ  theĀ  room,Ā  becauseĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  alwaysĀ  preferredĀ  theĀ  cold,Ā  thereĀ  wasĀ  nothingĀ  ferociousĀ  aboutĀ  her,Ā  loungedĀ  inĀ  herĀ  chairĀ  inĀ  aĀ  wellĀ  ofĀ  self-pity.Ā  "ItĀ  isĀ  ofĀ  myĀ  ownĀ  cause,Ā  andĀ  yetĀ  IĀ  findĀ  thatĀ  doesĀ  notĀ  lessenĀ  theĀ  stingĀ  regardless."
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morewoe Ā· 2 months ago
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"MyĀ  deepestĀ  apologies."Ā  TheĀ  wordsĀ  areĀ  insincereĀ  andĀ  halfĀ  mutteredĀ  asĀ  sheĀ  brushesĀ  pastĀ  unfamiliarĀ  facesĀ  inĀ  anĀ  attemptĀ  toĀ  findĀ  anyĀ  allyĀ  inĀ  thisĀ  storm,Ā  worriedĀ  aboutĀ  beingĀ  sweptĀ  intoĀ  theĀ  armsĀ  ofĀ  strangersĀ  asĀ  theĀ  lastĀ  twoĀ  songsĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  nightĀ  begin,Ā  andĀ  yetĀ  whenĀ  darkĀ  eyesĀ  lookĀ  upĀ  toĀ  theĀ  lordĀ  sheĀ  hasĀ  accidentallyĀ  pushedĀ  herselfĀ  into,Ā  aĀ  worseĀ  fearĀ  comesĀ  toĀ  light.Ā  NotĀ  aĀ  stranger,Ā  exceptĀ  inĀ  theĀ  waysĀ  thatĀ  matterĀ  most.Ā  NotĀ  aĀ  friend,Ā  becauseĀ  aĀ  friendĀ  wouldĀ  neverĀ  beĀ  soĀ  callous.Ā  Enemy,Ā  herĀ  prideĀ  called,Ā  aĀ  bloodthirstyĀ  crowdĀ  thatĀ  ragedĀ  inĀ  herĀ  mind.Ā  TheĀ  wordĀ  didĀ  notĀ  fit,Ā  butĀ  sheĀ  forcedĀ  itĀ  toĀ  anyway,Ā  theĀ  crowdĀ  dullingĀ  outĀ  anyĀ  senseĀ  leftĀ  toĀ  her.Ā  BrownĀ  eyesĀ  areĀ  sharpĀ  now,Ā  asĀ  theĀ  edgeĀ  ofĀ  aĀ  blade,Ā  handĀ  pulledĀ  backĀ  likeĀ  heĀ  burnedĀ  herĀ  skin.Ā  "IĀ  shallĀ  notĀ  getĀ  inĀ  yourĀ  way."Ā  TheĀ  wordsĀ  sharpĀ  offĀ  herĀ  tongue,Ā  theĀ  sameĀ  shallowĀ  courtesiesĀ  sheĀ  wouldĀ  grantĀ  anyone,Ā  withĀ  noneĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  kindnessĀ  sheĀ  pretendedĀ  sheĀ  had,Ā  thoughĀ  evenĀ  thatĀ  hasĀ  itsĀ  limits.Ā  "IfĀ  youĀ  wouldĀ  everĀ  getĀ  outĀ  ofĀ  myĀ  way."
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"WhereĀ  shouldĀ  IĀ  placeĀ  it,Ā  then?Ā  IĀ  bearĀ  blameĀ  enoughĀ  forĀ  theĀ  situationĀ  weĀ  findĀ  ourselvesĀ  in."Ā  InĀ  theĀ  eyesĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  parents,Ā  atĀ  least,Ā  thisĀ  hadĀ  beenĀ  somethingĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  broughtĀ  ontoĀ  them,Ā  aĀ  failingĀ  onĀ  herĀ  partĀ  inĀ  someĀ  way.Ā  TheĀ  whispersĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  heardĀ  madeĀ  herĀ  soundĀ  undesirable,Ā  forĀ  aĀ  womanĀ  withĀ  noĀ  titleĀ  toĀ  soĀ  easilyĀ  pullĀ  attentionĀ  fromĀ  her.Ā  SheĀ  hadĀ  heardĀ  others,Ā  ofĀ  course,Ā  butĀ  noneĀ  hadĀ  followedĀ  herĀ  intoĀ  theĀ  smallĀ  hoursĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  night,Ā  hauntedĀ  herĀ  dreamsĀ  andĀ  mutteredĀ  inĀ  herĀ  earĀ  theĀ  veryĀ  wordsĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  feared.Ā  "AndĀ  haveĀ  grownĀ  strongerĀ  forĀ  it.Ā  CastĀ  yourĀ  blame,Ā  ifĀ  youĀ  wish,Ā  andĀ  IĀ  shallĀ  carryĀ  thatĀ  too.Ā  ButĀ  IĀ  haveĀ  littleĀ  swayĀ  overĀ  theĀ  court.Ā  IfĀ  youĀ  findĀ  opinionĀ  fallingĀ  oneĀ  wayĀ  orĀ  theĀ  other,Ā  perhapsĀ  youĀ  shouldĀ  lookĀ  inwards."Ā  SheĀ  smiledĀ  atĀ  that,Ā  aĀ  coldĀ  thing.Ā  SheĀ  hadĀ  neverĀ  bidĀ  anyoneĀ  else,Ā  besidesĀ  maybeĀ  herĀ  husband,Ā  shareĀ  herĀ  opinionĀ  onĀ  theĀ  futureĀ  lordĀ  andĀ  ladyĀ  ofĀ  Pyke.Ā  ItĀ  hadĀ  notĀ  beenĀ  herĀ  doing,Ā  butĀ  thatĀ  isn'tĀ  toĀ  sayĀ  itĀ  wasn'tĀ  deliciousĀ  toĀ  see.Ā  "TooĀ  right.Ā  IĀ  apologise,Ā  deeply,Ā  forĀ  overstepping."Ā  SheĀ  isĀ  carefulĀ  withĀ  herĀ  apology,Ā  specificĀ  toĀ  theĀ  situationĀ  andĀ  insincereĀ  regardless.Ā  "IĀ  supposeĀ  itĀ  makesĀ  noĀ  difference,Ā  now."Ā  ItĀ  wasn'tĀ  asĀ  thoughĀ  sheĀ  couldĀ  turnĀ  backĀ  theĀ  clock,Ā  stopĀ  theĀ  resentmentĀ  fromĀ  formingĀ  orĀ  warnĀ  youngerĀ  selfĀ  notĀ  toĀ  placeĀ  allĀ  hopesĀ  intoĀ  oneĀ  basket.Ā  WhatĀ  isĀ  pastĀ  isĀ  past,Ā  andĀ  thereĀ  wasĀ  noĀ  wayĀ  butĀ  forward.Ā  "IĀ  thinkĀ  IĀ  shallĀ  findĀ  betterĀ  wineĀ  elsewhere."Ā  SheĀ  leavesĀ  herĀ  cupĀ  andĀ  risesĀ  slowlyĀ  fromĀ  herĀ  seatĀ  withĀ  aĀ  barelyĀ  containedĀ  rollĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  eyes.Ā  SheĀ  pushesĀ  herselfĀ  toĀ  makeĀ  itĀ  lookĀ  intentional,Ā  likeĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  allĀ  theĀ  timeĀ  inĀ  theĀ  world,Ā  ratherĀ  thanĀ  necessityĀ  toĀ  keepĀ  herĀ  legĀ  fromĀ  bucklingĀ  underĀ  her.Ā  "EnjoyĀ  theĀ  restĀ  ofĀ  yourĀ  evening."
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"Ā  misplacedĀ  angerĀ  likeĀ  thatĀ  ofĀ  aĀ  petulantĀ  childĀ  .Ā  shallĀ  iĀ  placeĀ  theĀ  blameĀ  forĀ  myĀ  experiencesĀ  ontoĀ  yourĀ  shouldersĀ  forĀ  youĀ  toĀ  bearĀ  theĀ  weightĀ  ofĀ  asĀ  wellĀ  ?Ā  "Ā  asĀ  ifĀ  sheĀ  hadĀ  beenĀ  embracedĀ  byĀ  anyoneĀ  asideĀ  fromĀ  herĀ  husbandĀ  ,Ā  leastĀ  ofĀ  allĀ  surroundedĀ  inĀ  courtĀ  .Ā  alreadyĀ  ,Ā  sheĀ  feltĀ  asĀ  thoughĀ  theyĀ  wouldĀ  continueĀ  toĀ  circleĀ  aroundĀ  eachĀ  otherĀ  onĀ  pointsĀ  thatĀ  onlyĀ  oneĀ  ofĀ  themĀ  heardĀ  fromĀ  theĀ  otherĀ  andĀ  acceptedĀ  .Ā  aishaĀ  sawĀ  nowĀ  thatĀ  sheĀ  wouldn'tĀ  everĀ  findĀ  peaceĀ  inĀ  theĀ  courtĀ  ,Ā  evenĀ  farĀ  fromĀ  theĀ  restĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  noblesĀ  asĀ  thereĀ  wouldĀ  alwaysĀ  beĀ  gysellaĀ  lannisterĀ  toĀ  glareĀ  atĀ  herĀ  backĀ  .Ā  itĀ  wasĀ  exhaustingĀ  .Ā  chinĀ  movedĀ  toĀ  restĀ  onĀ  theĀ  palmĀ  ofĀ  herĀ  handĀ  ,Ā  chocolateĀ  gazeĀ  noĀ  longerĀ  onĀ  theĀ  lannisterĀ  ladyĀ  ,Ā  ratherĀ  ,Ā  theĀ  variousĀ  othersĀ  thatĀ  milledĀ  aboutĀ  .Ā  "Ā  i'mĀ  sureĀ  weĀ  haveĀ  manyĀ  thingsĀ  inĀ  commonĀ  .Ā  "Ā  unfortunateĀ  ,Ā  theyĀ  wouldĀ  likelyĀ  neverĀ  knowĀ  whatĀ  thoseĀ  commonalitiesĀ  wereĀ  .Ā  sylaishaĀ  lookedĀ  backĀ  toĀ  gysellaĀ  thenĀ  ,Ā  calculatedĀ  asĀ  sheĀ  watchedĀ  herĀ  beforeĀ  sheĀ  shookĀ  herĀ  headĀ  .Ā  "Ā  thenĀ  youĀ  won'tĀ  findĀ  whatĀ  youĀ  lookĀ  forĀ  hereĀ  .Ā  iĀ  oweĀ  nothingĀ  toĀ  youĀ  toĀ  feelĀ  asĀ  thoughĀ  iĀ  shouldĀ  layĀ  myselfĀ  bareĀ  soĀ  thatĀ  youĀ  willĀ  betterĀ  understandĀ  aĀ  choiceĀ  thatĀ  wasn'tĀ  madeĀ  byĀ  meĀ  .Ā  especiallyĀ  asĀ  ,Ā  evenĀ  withĀ  understandingĀ  ,Ā  iĀ  doubtĀ  you'llĀ  acceptĀ  itĀ  .Ā  "Ā  theĀ  angerĀ  andĀ  bitternessĀ  weren'tĀ  emotionsĀ  thatĀ  theyĀ  sharedĀ  .Ā  allĀ  aishaĀ  hadĀ  everĀ  wantedĀ  sinceĀ  agreeingĀ  toĀ  marryĀ  daltonĀ  greyjoyĀ  wasĀ  toĀ  findĀ  aĀ  wayĀ  toĀ  existĀ  peacefullyĀ  withĀ  herĀ  husbandĀ  andĀ  supportĀ  himĀ  inĀ  allĀ  thatĀ  heĀ  desiredĀ  .Ā  she'dĀ  steppedĀ  intoĀ  coolĀ  watersĀ  andĀ  fireĀ  ,Ā  doublyĀ  ,Ā  sinceĀ  firstĀ  goingĀ  toĀ  pykeĀ  toĀ  treadĀ  waterĀ  andĀ  dodgeĀ  hurledĀ  insultsĀ  atĀ  herĀ  ,Ā  herĀ  standingĀ  ,Ā  herĀ  parentsĀ  ā”ā”Ā  sheĀ  didn'tĀ  giveĀ  aĀ  damnĀ  aboutĀ  anyĀ  ofĀ  itĀ  .Ā  dalton'sĀ  choiceĀ  hadĀ  beenĀ  madeĀ  ,Ā  andĀ  asĀ  heĀ  wouldĀ  protectĀ  herĀ  ,Ā  sheĀ  wouldĀ  honorĀ  himĀ  .Ā  "Ā  iĀ  haveĀ  nothingĀ  forĀ  youĀ  ,Ā  asideĀ  forĀ Ā  wineĀ  shouldĀ  youĀ  likeĀ  moreĀ  .Ā  "Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā  Ā 
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