#( thread. ) verse ii

[graunblida]

@godresembled sent: "Please be ghosts, please be ghosts, please be ghosts…" — from daphne

The hunter can understand the repeated MANTRA of the other to a certain degree. That which cannot be explained is perplexing to the mind. However, phantoms carry with them their own problems so to speak. After carefully peering around the corner, Lexa can discern the coast is clear. She beckons for Daphne to follow her. " Look, I know you have your...show or whatever, but I'd rather our mystery individual be of flesh and blood. Then we can kill it apprehend them if needed. Ghouls are a lot harder to nab, wouldn't you agree? "

Lexa is aware Daphne and her ragtag group of friends regularly seek out hauntings and the like, but she doesn't know to what extent they handle them. BRAVERY is required for both, but not everyone has the courage or gumption to attack the supernatural. The brunette looks behind her shoulder to make sure the third member of their party ( the dog and the other two friends are currently investigating the basement ) hasn't gotten distracted. She turns the flashlight over the area, revealing an empty threshold and no trace of the preppy blond. " -Ah where the fuck is Fred? "

[wonderingprince]

@whinedarksea

Ben had spent his first summer at camp keeping his head down, which had been a great plan for learning the lay of the land, but not such a great plan when it came to getting answers. Not the answers he wanted, anyhow.

It's just easier to take things slow. Here he is Ben, son of Athena, one of many. But if they knew he was Telemakhos of Ithaka? That would change. He doesn't know if he wants that to change.

And finding out he was a demigod had made everything so complicated. Athena was his, well, his mentor. His friend. Now she's his mother? The kids in his cabin who have met her tell stories that feel unrecognisable. But maybe that's only to be expected. It has been thousands of years since they last met. He knows she sent him the invitation to camp, but now he can't help but wonder if that was just because this is where you send your halfblood kid if you're a god. Has she even been hearing his prayers? Does she even know that he's Telemakhos as much as he is Ben?

When he'd first come to camp, he'd been hoping for answers about his past, his parents. This demigod business is enough of a distraction that he doesn't find his answers until they smack him in the face. A camper, greeting a stranger across the dining pavilion. Odysseus, he calls. Ben looks up slowly, heart thudding as he watches the man respond. He can't tear his gaze away.

It can't be this easy, can it?

He waits for a week, watching, before his patience runs out. He hasn't seen any evidence that it's not his father. Nothing that gives the stranger away. But nothing is quite right in this new world of modern demigods, and if this man really is his father, he'll have to prove it.

When he sees Odysseus alone one evening Ben plops himself down next to him on the stone bench. He lets himself stare, and he let himself hesitate, and then he lets himself blurt out-- "Are you really Odysseus?"

Sometimes, being a thirteen year old kid is a really good disguise.

[gravesung]

He glances at her — THE LAMB; THE GIRL IN THE TOWER — but she is not in her tower. She is with him. He has a gun, sure, and a few Vigors to show off, but he’s no DeWitt.

Still, he stays by her side — Prescott watching Comstock’s Child — LION with LAMB. Because lions walk with lions, Nathan.

For now? He treads with this lamb.

“Where are you trying to go?” he finally asks. “Where is there a place for you in the world but here?”

HE'S NO DEWITT, THAT MUCH IS TRUE, but nathan prescott is a lion in his own right. he's honest, for one. upfront about who and what he is. who and what he isn't. something elizabeth has come to learn about this world: nothing is free. not truly. someone is always profiting from the offer they make to you, no matter how beautifully it's packaged. at least nathan doesn't pretend otherwise.

the fact is, he and elizabeth can help each other survive. no more, no less. he has no interest in turning her in to comstock, nor she to his father; he's well-enough equipped to battle, and she has something of a knack for tending to wounds.

besides, its... nice to be able to talk with someone her age for once.

❝ in the tower, there wasn't much in the way of information about the rest of the world, other than paris. it's always been my dream to escape from columbia and go there. now... i'm not so sure. everything's gone to pieces. ❞ she lifts her hands together, fidgets with the thimble covering her missing pinky. ❝ what about you? were you to escape this place, where would you go? ❞

unprompted // @crywhale

[desalvar]

@vilestblood // cont. from x

  It's only a little daunting how well-kempt pristine the whole neighbourhood looks. He hadn't predicted that 'old' in Antonín terms meant the well-preserved historic kind with cornice and friezes, not whatever wreck falling apart at the bricks Nik had come from, so his well-loved ACDC shirt's a little bit of a sore foot against the tasteful backdrop. He wouldn't be surprised at a dress code of ironed socks around here.

The face at the end of Antonín's accusing little fingers scrunches up in mockery, joke abandoning his tongue in lieu of laughing. "Semantics." Yes, he remembers the younger, dumber days well. Too well, in fact, by virtue of a faded scar and badly-aged insults.   (('Like you can talk, princess! Whoever gets you's gonna have to be either dumb, broke or blind!))   Oh, he'd pay money for his scrappy little pipsqueak self to witness this and clutch his pearls. Cainhurst and Desalvar, hand in hand on their way to willingly sharing a space. (-- Well.... maybe..)

His hand dips to Antonín's waist while he rustles for the keys, shoulder indulgently leaned against his own. "I'll agree to drop the 'crazy' if you stop packing your dress shirts by categories."

The interior is spacious. Terribly spacious, by the looks of the decent-sized main room, even this barely lit and lumpy with covered furniture as it is, lined with far too many doors and tall radius windows for comfort. He's left standing dumbly in the middle, weighing his choices, eyes drawn to the cooker as its glass-ceramic top gets a light shined on it. This is.. too nice. "And you're sure this is free? For the both of us?" Does the landlord know about me, he means to ask until Antonín turns, backlit against the speckled english landscape and the green blot of some park opposite ( -- He could get used to the view.. ) , and snatches his hand.

There's only time for an incredulous smile before he's whisked through the sheet maze beyond, enraptured by his best friend chattering to him about the space. The balcony's big enough for Antonín's stupid plants and a chair or two, overgrowth permitting, and the kitchen's fit to cook his soups and steaks on. Until- "And we have a bathroom each?" He might've been envisioning it just fine before the double bedroom reveal. It.. well. Logical, yes, yet perplexing. "It's.. bigger than I thought." Is what he probably means.

[everroots]

@mcmorare said, you're too sweet for me. ✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 .

WHAT DOES SHE REMEMBER ABOUT KATRINA BRÄNDLE? victor of the seventy - second games, district seven, following directly behind johanna mason ―― a rare win in - a - row for a non career district. volunteer. two or three kills, maybe. katniss is still trying to piece her together amidst their stunted conversation, barely following the direction when peeta is tossed into the mix. she tries not to stiffen too visibly, though her expression twitches with a scowl. they're all trying to pick apart the act. she supposes, if there is anyone that knows how to see read through a façade for the capitol, it is the victors themselves. well, tough luck. she's playing it until the end. ( not too far off, now. )

she tries to smooth her features into something akin to a soft smile, a sheepish puff of air expelling from her lips. it's not katrina she'll be facing in that arena, anyhow. ( so why are they all being encouraged to mingle? one last victor - bash before the blood bath? typical. )

“ that was my first thought, too. ” her gaze falls just over the woman's shoulder, seeking out those golden curls among a small social circle he has already charmed. the tick of her smile is genuine now, and she emphasizes her helplessness with a small shrug of her shoulders. “ he kind of just . . . snuck up on me. ” how's that for sweet, katrina? yeah, chew on that.

[deathsconsort]

@lovesaid cassian said, "you are so bad at this. it’s cute."

her mouth drops open in feign offense and starts laughing. “hey,” she playfully jabs him with her elbow. “this is my first time even holding drumsticks. i know it’s hard to imagine, but i can’t be perfect at everything.” the last time nesta had tried her hand at an instrument was when she was seven years old. her mother had insisted she take up piano lessons and when she had several sessions and still wasn’t improving, her mother and instructor both agreed she didn’t have the talent for it. which was just fine with nesta, she preferred dancing to music rather than playing it. though when cassian had offered to try to teach her drums for fun she didn’t want to say no. these days she took any opportunity she could to spend time with him.

“you make it look so easy.” she's perched on his lap in front of his drum set and trying her best to not let that fact distract her. her eyes follow the pattern on the drums cassian had demonstrated earlier and tries again to mimic the pattern along with trying to remember the beat in which he hits them with. with the amount of times she spends staring at him while he plays she’s surprised she can’t play from memory alone. she winces from her own playing, the sound reminding her of a toddler banging on pots and pans. “i've seen kids play better than this. show me again?”

[halfdcg]

@daiyxukai sent:

Their bond had never been the strongest, nor had it ever been the greatest. His mother had been left for a human woman - though, he supposed he couldn't blame his father for finding the one he loved. Even if it was a human. What cultivated from that relationship, however, was an entire annoyance. "Inuyasha." The demon lord speaks the name, his tone the same monotone way it always took.

Honestly, Inuyasha never knew how to interact with the older demon. It wasn't like he particularly cared enough to even check in on him when he was younger. Nearly all of their interactions up until recently had always either been hostile at worst and tense at best.

What exactly could his elder brother want from him this time? The hanyou would never rule out a fight from the possibilities, however he felt it wasn't very likely.

" Sesshomaru....? " There was no hostility in his voice, only curiosity. " What brings you out here? Rin is hanging out with Kagome on the other side of the village, if you're looking for her. "

[owlstronomer]

⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ While it was true the princess had a penchant for solitude and preferred the company of her plants and books, Seren could not deny the THRILL that sang through her with the flow of music. The performances tonight were exquisite, offering a selection of her favorite Baroque style amidst the varieties offered in an effort to appeal to all in attendance. For this event, Seren chose to don a pair of pristine navy colored trousers and an expensive, custom tailored Mulberry silk ruffle shirt. Ornate silver embroidered patterns accentuate the cuffs, collar, and the ruffle edges with constellations. Strung through medium length semi-flattened plumage [ her 'hair' ] is a series of thin chains adorned with tiny iridescent crystals and charms to mimic starbursts. The chains are connected to a simple crown set atop her head. The dress that had initially been chosen for her was left abandoned upon her bed in favor of her current attire. And now, the princess sweeps around one of the imp's providing refreshments to guests, plucking a glass of bubbling champagne from their tray. Her patience and energy for the gathering was swiftly dimming. Just as she brings the crystal to her lips, Seren catches sight of a familiar face. Albeit, it has been quite some time since their last encounter. She vaguely recalls her tiny beak full of those beautiful feathers and the furious squawk of the m a r c h i o n e s s . . . Amusement ignites carmine eyes, smirk curling around her beak as she makes her way through the crowded room right for her. "I would say it's a surprise to see you, but considering most of those in attendance are Goetia. . . Well, it is only fitting I catch sight of you. I see your feathers came back just fine.~" Seren gives a dramatic and sweeping bow, careful not to spill her drink of course, and holds @a-hell-of-a-time's gaze.

[graunblida]

head still pounded from the detonator that had gone off just meters away from her head. a dull ringing remained as result. caf might relieve the pressure or make it worse. the jedi pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled slowly, recounting the scrimmage from earlier that day.

she had perceived the weapon before its arrival could completely surprise them, but had only enough time to create a partial shield around it, using the force. had she been grounded and ready, the threat would have been dismantled before coming so close to the senator. in an attempt to cushion the blast, she positioned herself in between it and padme. while her own body took the brunt, the aftershock still transferred to those behind her, including senator amidala. it mattered not how effective the AMBUSH had been executed, the situation lexa had put them in was unacceptable. pathetic, she berated herself. is all you can do react? their unit was counting on her and she allowed them to be ensnared in a trap.

foes lying in wait used the confusion to their advantage, and it wasn't long before the sounds of blaster fire and boots against the dirt carried faintly into her eardrums. at least her hearing was still partially in tact. the jedi drew in a powerful breath and rose to her feet only moments after the initial blast. with green blade ignited, she got to work alongside her troopers, but more importantly, focused on her objective: PROTECTING the politician she had come to this planet with. " senator! " lexa called out, blocking bolt after bolt of oncoming blaster fire. with all the dust in the air, it was hard to get a clear visual of the other woman, but already lexa could see scrapes and signs of contusions forming. " we have to get you somewhere safe! "

she should have been safe to begin with. the negative voice lingered in the force user's mind, even now in the present. thankfully, their forces suffered no casualties, only a few tricky wounds and close calls. but still. unacceptable. lexa announced herself before entering the tent. in her arms she carried salve, bacta patches and other medical accessories that might be necessary now that they all could rest and recoup. her shoulders drooped and she had a hard time looking the other woman in the eye. after a few moments of silence, lexa cleared her throat.

" the people who attacked us were not separatists. most likely hired guns from the looks of it. even so, we shouldn't assume our opposition wasn't involved in this. " she paused, emerald orbs daring to aim higher, but lacking the COURAGE. " padme, i- " no, that was too informal. and after the mess she failed to prevent, the jedi didn't deserve to act so casual around the other. so she began again, " senator, i was appointed to aid you on this mission and provide security. i...failed to uphold the latter. " there was something freeing in admitting this fact, yet at the same time she was reminded of all her shortcomings. " i assure you, it will never happen again. " she would not blame padme if the other wished for a different knight to come relieve lexa of her duties.

plotted soft angst : @alootus

[lupaeusmoved]

closed // making this a thread too bc it's too soft not to be // @razorfst

⸺  𝗕𝗜𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗥  𝗛𝗨𝗘𝗦  𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗞  𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗬  𝗜𝗡  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚  ,  blinking lazily  as  they  adjust  to  the  muted sunlight  .  the  night  before  had  been  a  whirlwind  ,  another  fight  won  by  a  wide  margin  , and  cameras  immediately  trained  on  the  little  wolf  as  she'd  made  her  usual  sprint  from  the  front  row  all  the  way  into  andrei's  arms  .  between  the  roar  of  the  crowd  and  the  close  ups  during  her  boyfriend's  post  fight  interviews  ,  it  had  been  an  incredible  -  if  incredibly  exhausting  -  night  .

❝  morning  , babe ,  ❞  emma  murmurs  sleepily  as  she  feels  him  begin  to  stir  .  ❝  you  kicked  ass  last  night  . . .  ❞  a  serene  smile  threads  across  plush  lips  as  they  connect  with  his  cheek  ,  trailing  along  until  she's  reached  his  mouth  as  arms  loop  tight  around  his  neck  .  she's  about  to  allow  wandering  hands  to  take  off  on  a  path  of  their  own  ,  when  a  familiar  cry  rings  out  from  down  the  hall  .  ❝  i  think  that's  our  cue  ,  ❞  the  blonde  pouts  ,  doe  eyes  silently  requesting  andrei's  company  as  she  prepares  to  get  up  and  begin  the  morning  routine  with  a  trip  to  the  nursery  .

[driofaire]

"There is a time for us to wander, when time is young and so are we." Rook didn't know if she was trying to reassure herself or Asharen. Everything up until this point had been a complete and dizzying mess of being pulled this way or that with little room to catch their breaths between. The Inquisitor had been welcomed with open arms, if it meant fixing everything that had been undone. Rook offered her a plate of shoddily put together food, with a cautious glance towards the closed door to the right of the fireplace. "Only wish we had a little more of it. I think we're all run ragged at the moment, and that means there's no better time than to plant our arses, stuff our faces and get to know each other a little."

Send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or 🎁 for me to shuffle. ↳ 82. The Dillards -- There Is a Time. / @mercysought. (Asharen, please <3).

[pcguelife]

closed // this was supposed to be way shorter than it is lol // @razorfst

⸺  𝗦𝗛𝗘  𝗛𝗔𝗦  𝗡𝗢  𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗  𝗧𝗢  𝗧𝗔𝗣  𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗟𝗬𝗖𝗔𝗡  abilities  which  lie  beneath  the  surface  in  order  to  hear  her  heart  beat  ;  it  roars  in  her  ears  and  restricts  the  column  of  her  throat  with  each  step  toward  the  cabin  .  the  brunette  knows  there  are  probably  eyes  on  her  already  ,  but  it  is  not  until  those  familiar  jade  hues  appear  that  her  breath  hitches  .  for  a  moment  , adriana  regrets  coming  .  five  hours  is  an  insane  drive  to  make  for  someone  who  may  not  even  want  to  see  her  .  but  cezar  had  seemed  to  believe  in  them  , to be rooting for them -  at  least  enough  to  let  her  in  on  the  cabin's  location  .  he'd  kept  it  from  her  ,  or  so  he'd  said  -  giving  the  young  wolf  enough  time  to  get  to  andrei  and  feel  out  the  situation  without  the  hindrance  of  another  ex  vying  for  his  affection  .

footsteps  come  to  a  gradual  halt  ,  a  good  few  yards  left  between  herself  and  the  man  she  -  still  -  loves  .  ❝  hi  ,  ❞  she  offers  ,  pulling  the  sunglasses  from  her  own  countenance  as  she  levels  an  unreadable  gaze  to  his  .  ❝  cezar  told  me  where  to  find  you  . . .  he  said  you  were  here for  a  week  .  ❞  for  anyone  else  it  would  seem  a  typical  vacation  .  but  for  a  man  as  busy  -  as  needed  -  as  andrei  ,  a  week  alone  is  a  sign  that  something  has  gone  horribly  wrong  .  it  had  simply  never  occurred  to  her  that  leaving  would  be  so  horrible  .  the  fight  had  been  awful  ;  after  so  much  effort  to  push  her  away  ,  adriana  had figured  it  would  be  easier  for  everyone  if  she  just  finally took  the  bait  and  left  .  she  hadn't  anticipated  ,  however  ,  the  crippling  heartbreak  that  would  apparently befall  them  both  once  she  did  .

she'd  waited  until  the  next  morning  ,  listening  out  for  andrei  to  leave  for  work  before  quickly  scribing  an  apologetic  letter  and  leaving  it  folded  on  his  pillow  .  she'd  gathered  her  things  quickly  ,  tearfully  thanking  each  staff  member  she  passed  on  her  way  out  of  the  penthouse  -  and  out  of  his  life  .  when  all  was  said  and  done  ,  it  only  took  her  about a  day  and  a  half  to  realize  how  badly  she'd  fucked  up  .  so  after  a  miniature  investigation  with  the  aid  of  her  sister  ,  here  she  is  ;  forcing  deep  breaths  and  preparing  herself  for  whatever  reaction  may  come  her  way  .  whatever  he  says  ,  whatever  he  does  ,  she  deserves  it  ;  adriana  knows  that  .  so  she  remains  rooted  in  place  ,  small  forelimbs  folding  over  her  torso  in  a  self  soothing  manner  .  ❝  i  was  kind  of  . . .  hoping  we  could  talk  .  ❞

[vaultdamned]

@radiaking

FACES IN CONVERSATION appear like puppets on a stage -- their strings pulled for appreciation, for laughter, for conversational topics too sophisticated for the stagnant mind to understand, & how could they? with such lives lived by the ones who balanced their drinks in hand & flashed their glamorous facades in the form of jewelry & million dollar smiles, what simple mind could comprehend? parasitic. all of them, & he, without denial, was a pest like the rest.

vault-tec's wrap party successfully gathered its occupants, spreading their philosophies within earshot of every person vincent found himself around. it all sounded the same; capitalizing on the end of the world. that's what captured him, didn't it? tthey might as well drop the bombs themselves with the amount of bullshit they'd managed to conjure to the American public. didn't help that Cooper howard's house was being utilized. wonder how that'll look in the papers tomorrow morning.

he finishes off his drink. his fourth. a limit he doesn't often exceed, but tonight, caught in the whiplash of everything he despised, he indulged. numbed. if only to quiet the air. he stumbles outside, tangles of hair swaying in front of his face as his vision blurs in & out. he leans his hand against a wall, nauseous but confident to continue through the event, when the scuff of footsteps alerts him. he lifts his head, eyes wide with concern, chest heavy. he shouldn't be acting like this. not here.

❝ sorry man --- ❞ he starts, as if that will help anything. his reputation already in jeopardy, he continues, trying to save whatever face was left. ❝ miscalculated how much --- hey, wait ... ❞ he straightens his spine, alters his vision as best as he can without squinting like a god damned lunatic, when it hits him --- the man he's registering. the stature. the status. stars fit themselves inside heavy eyelids. his pipboy beeps, but the reason sits ignored.

❝ you're Cooper Howard..?! ❞

[99naive]

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—̳͟͞♡   .   .   .               𝚂𝚄𝚉𝙸𝙴   𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽'𝚃   𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙵𝙾𝚁   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂   𝙾𝚁   𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙴𝙽   𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙺   𝚄𝙿𝚂   ;   no   strings   attached   situations   were   not   something   she   was   very   good   at   being   the   ,   well   ,   𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁   𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒   𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒   she   was   at   heart   .   but   ,   last   night   appears   to   have   been   a   𝑟͟𝑎͟𝑟͟𝑒͟   𝑒͟𝑥͟𝑐͟𝑒͟𝑝͟𝑡͟𝑖͟𝑜͟𝑛   to   those   rules   as   suzie   finds   herself   slowly   awakening   in   a   bed   she   wasn't   familiar   with   ,   𝖆   𝖘𝖔𝖋𝖙   𝖌𝖗𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊   escaping   her   lips   as   she   attempts   to   rub   the   sleep   from   her   eyes   whilst   the   sunlight   peaking   through   the   curtains   ahead   was   just   enough   to   leave   her   squinting   as   she   struggles   to   readjust   to   the   sudden   lighting   shift   ,   unfamiliar   surroundings   ,   &   slowly   growing   headache   that   creeps   up   on   her   as   she   notices   articles   over   her   own   clothing   scattered   about   the   floor   .     ❝    h-huh   ??    ❞ —̳͟͞♡   .   .   .     there's   an   𝑶𝑩𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺   𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵   in   her   tone   as   she   slowly   shifts   ,   throwing   her   legs   over   the   edge   of   the   bed   to   lean   forward   &   retrieve   the   tank   top   she   knows   she   had   been   wearing   the   night   before   ,   pulling   it   over   her   head   in   a   quick   motion   before   her   attention   shifts   to   the   blonde   that   lays   next   to   her   in   bed―    wait   ,   had   she   gone   home   with   the   girl   she   was   talking   to   at   that   party   last   night   ???    that   was   not   at   all   her   plan   at   the   party   ,   only   hoping   to   relax   a   little   bit   after   a   𝑟͟𝑜͟𝑢͟𝑔͟𝘩͟   𝑤͟𝑒͟𝑒͟𝑘   of   classes   ;   waking   up   in   the   bed   of   a   girl   you   barely   even   knew   was   certainly   not   on   her   list   of   plans   for   the   night   .   she   blushes   ,   biting   her   lip   softly   as   she   looks   around   the   room   in   an   attempt   to   locate   all   of   her   missing   clothing    [   .   .   .   ]   should   she   leave   ?   should   she   wait   for   the   other   girl   to   wake   up   ??   should   she   just   lay   back   down   &   pretend   she   hadn't   woken   up   already   ?   she   was   𝖆𝖜𝖋𝖚𝖑   at   these   morning   after   situations   . 

[percentstardust]

@lcveblossomed + aegon and luke

He should have landed in the dragon pit, but, impulsively he decided to land Sunfyre on the beach outside of Dragonstone. It takes him five minutes to dismount Sunfyre even after the golden dragon has lowered himself as far as he can get down to allow his rider to safely dismount from him. The alcohol coursing through his veins did not help him in the slightest. Aegon did not care. The moment he heard word of his father's passing, he immediately panicked. Then, he hid in his chambers long enough to finally make the decision to do what he has done. He's not sure how Rhaenyra is going to react to the news of their father's passing. He didn't care. All that mattered is that he heard whispers while he snuck through the hidden passages he came to know quite well since his youth. He was to be instated on the throne instead of his father's chosen heir. His father apparently changed his mind before he passed. What a load of horseshite. It did not make sense for Viserys to do that, especially since he expressed no interest in doing so beforehand.

That is no matter now. Aegon was going to run until he could book passage out of Westeros. He was not fit to rule, he did not want to rule. But, then, he thought of his children and Helaena. He thought of Aemond. He thought of his mother. He did not want to leave them behind all because he didn't usurp his older sister. He knew who he had to turn to stop it from happening. He made his way to the dragon pit and he climbed onto his dragon's back before taking off into the sky without a letter of goodbye. He was too afraid to return to the Red Keep in fear of being caught. Sand squishes beneath his boots as he steadies himself, his hands on Sunfyre's side as he does so. He squints as he looks around. He sees his dark headed nephew. Jace? No. Jacaerys has a more ridiculous hairstyle. It's not Joffrey because he's supposed to be the younger one. So, it had to be Lucerys. What is he doing all alone on the beach? He stands up straight, finally making his way to Lucerys. He holds his hands up, showing that he is unarmed. He is not here to fight. He is here to help his sister claim her birthright.

"I can explain, nephew. Though, I must be quick about it."

[fledermoved]

@vendettavalor

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Someone had found her hideout among the abandoned road. The dilapidated home she'd been squatting in was compromised and, with this, she wasn't accepting such a reality without a fight.

With a shriek and an assumption for the worst, she burst forth from the door, brandishing an axe and holding it up in preparation of swinging.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!"

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