davos seeing aeron for the first time: oh sweet lady, how beautiful you are! you make my heart sing. pray tell, how might i treat you this fine evening?
aeron, wearing plainclothes: what, mate?
davos: ah, my mistake
aeron, nodding: yeah...
davos, clearing his throat: oh sweet sire, how handsome you are! you make my heart sing. pray tell, how might i treat you this fine evening?
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davos, drunk with his blackwood mates: y'know, i've really met the one, fellas
the blackwood lads: *drunkenly cheering and groaning in support*
davos, slurring: —got this messy brown hair that's so soft... these hazel eyes, soft plump lips... and that nose
one of the blackwood lads: she sounds great, mate
davos, dreamily: yeah, he is
the blackwood lads: what
davos: what
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always spreading the word of davron
our holy book? ao3
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davos when he and aeron break up for the tenth time
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