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ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ ࣪ hen ñ̲u̲hā elēnī : 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑧𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑦 vestretis ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ
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“ you 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 more , you 𝑑𝑜 more ... mm , and where are the fruits of your labour , dārys ñuha ? ” he cast his eye about the room as if in mock search for something . “ produce them so that we might show them to your council , …
the lilting whisper hangs in the cold stone chamber like smoke. aegon doesn’t flinch, not outwardly. his brother has this power to leave a phantom fire wherever he goes. the feeling cling into his flesh.
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who are eager to hear from their absentee king . ” with the same chilled smile , he leaned over the table and filled his brother’s goblet . held it out to aegon with his arm extended . something sadistic in the gesture . “ or have you lost them in your cups . ”
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he tore the morning star from his blade and tossed it aside . it landed in the dust with a useless 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥 . the sword , freed , is pressed against the lord commander’s throat . and from above , aemond studied him with a tilt of his head . …
dogs look for the weakest link in every fence line , criston had taught him . aemond had learned every crack in criston's armour , the princeling knew he would not let go of his weapon . he knew he would have to sever it .
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how odd , to best your teachers . the man who had once appeared insurmountable , down upon his knees . a passing thought : he liked him there . he liked the look of him bested . the blade is lowered , almost with strange reluctance .
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two hands gripped the hilt , his sword swung up and raised to break the arc of criston’s swing . chain wrapped around blade . awful sound of metal biting metal . connected thus , he yanked back till sword and chain were flush to his chest . a brute kick to cole’s torso .
the ground shook a death rattle , then sighed of relief as he ripped the steel from the dirt ; dust settling a top an open wound . the weapon whipped and whistled through the air . criston's face was lit with smile . was it joy , was it pride , was it something perverse .
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Foreplay but it’s the two of us rolling around on the floor beating the shit out of each other. There’s so much blood it’s slippery and messy. We kiss between hits and our spit and blood mix in our mouths. Whoever wins gets to brutally fuck the other.
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breeze from the blackwater was biting . a pitiless chill rushed up towards the belvedere on which they stood . and yet , it could not cool the bitterness that tore between them — remnants of a long and exhaustive argument . one which had turned violent , blades drawn . …
⠀ " i fear you may be overstaying your welcome ⸝ @BELLlCOSUS. " silver hair blows in the wind ⸝ lavender eyes peering at view below. he doesn't look to aemond. " it would be wise of you to 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒. " ⠀
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“ aegon is craven . but while he warms his hollow throne , it would be 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 at the helm . just as we have always imagined . ” perhaps it was the moonlight , but his eye glinted , as if there were tears he refused to shed . …
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strange , how even with his back turned , he knew she was there before she spoke — a tether forged in their childhood , weakened now but unbroken . “ the hour is late . ” her question evaded .
Helaena comes to the edge of the room, her shoulder leaned and resting on the frame of the door to the large chamber. And she merely watches for a moment as her brother makes his move of the medallion. Only to finally speak, however softly. “Busy at work for the war?”
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⠀ ﹙ @BELLlCOSUS. ﹚ ⠀
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⠀ 𓂃 𓈒𓏸 ( ၴႅၴ ⠀⠀⠀ ⃰ 𝓘 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑭─┈𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗗 ⠀⠀ with ⠀⠀𝒫𝖮𝖨𝖲𝖮𝖭 ⠀⠀𓆩♕𓆪 ⠀⠀─┄ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝗕𝗨𝗧 ⠀ * ⠀ 𝒃𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 ⠀⠀ ◞ ⠀⠀ with⠀⠀ ❁ ⠀⠀ 𝓫𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 ⠀⠀ . ͟ ͟. &͟. ⠀⠀ ┈┈⠀⠀𝑅A͟G͟E⠀.ᐟ
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was restraint not love in its own right ? to be held to something , held against something . wanted . was restraint not the heart of family ? he could not picture its absence — the free-fall of it , the strange and surging things kept inside , turned outwards . …
illarion allowed himself to sink further down into the water — knees pulled in, eyes upturned constant and steady upon the other. unbothered by cold, defiant of time and their loss of it. he searched aemond's face, the corners of his mouth, his brow, his single eye. the ——
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but these thoughts he kept to himself , a trace of them visible only briefly in his gaze , which dropped away from illarion’s face . “ you have me as i am now , or as the mountain would have me be . ” his turn to press a kiss to his hand . …
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“ our circumstances will change , of that i am certain , and i along with it . but know that … ” he paused and seemed to search for the right words , amused when he had located them . “ i am not lost . ”
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‍ ‍ ‍ ᅠᅠ ᅠ 𐙚⠀⠀ ݁ ⠀⠀ BACK⠀ ⠀UP⠀ ⠀ ᦈ⠀ ACCOUNT ᅠᅠ ᅠ FOR﹒⠀⠀⠀ ᅠᅠ@FUJlRlA⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𓆩𓆪 ⠀ᅠᅠᅠ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍
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better bitter and brooding than pitiful and wholly 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑡 .
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a map of westeros sprawled out over the low table . flicker of candlelight on its warn , yellowed parchment . his index finger hovered over king’s landing , then moved upwards : north , east , to duskendale . and finally , rook’s rest .
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upon it , he placed a gold coin , emblazoned with aegon’s sun . a death-mark , of sort …
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