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She gave a snort at the mention of 'X-men'. Yeah, right, fat load of good they ever did and Ava did not APPRECIATE the comparison thrown her way. ❝ The X-men? The ones with sticks up their arseholes the size of Ireland and that have their holier-than-thou speeches? Yeah, right, like they'd be okay with you SLASHING through security here. ❞ Ava had never cared much for them, never thought they did good for their little fucked up COMMUNITY. Giving speeches, playing the hero, that clearly did so well when there were still rallies against them and plans for weapons and CURES against them. The latter of which she was after right now with the formula. But all they did, in her eyes, was stand on pedestals and PREACH about acceptance without doing a damn thing to further it.

Sometimes that meant breaking in to a federal lab. Sometimes that meant burning someone to ASHES. They would never use such tactics. There was a corny line in there somewhere: If you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen.

Ava was quick to grab the phone, fingers curling around it before any chance of a game of keep-away. Phones, she hated having one while on a job. They were too easy to track, even burners these days weren't worth shit. ❝ Counter offer, ❞ she said, laying the documents flat and using the phone to scan them in, ❝ You get to wait in the van. And maybe I'll buy you a beer or something, I don't fucking know. ❞ Like hell she was going to let him potentially SPOOK her contact that was going to go over the formula, determine if it was any real sort of THREAT to their kind. ❝ I'll even get you two if you manage to just shut up while I send these over. ❞

“ No, I have that thing where I just LOVE listening to myself talk. I think they call it narcissism! ” With a shrug, he hops off the counter where he had been sitting, feet dangling and the whole shebang. Being the lone wolf was all fine and dandy, but he wasn’t Batman, that billionaire asshole had so much money and really got upset if you stole from him. And he should be giving to the poor more, and who was the ideal picture of working-class struggle if not Wade?

“ If that’s what you call that, we could be the next X-men, but like cooler, less prudish, and more rock and roll, I’m really not sure why no one else sees the vision that I have in my head. Fine, I’ll give you a phone, but under one condition - I get to tag along and see who this contact is. What do you say? ”

Extending his hand, the phone was placed carefully on the palm. He just wanted to play a little bit, and maybe she could bite, and see that it’s not all so bad. Why all of these mutants and superheroes were so serious, he never could figure it out, they all needed to get laid or do acid, possibly both.

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Daenerys liked to think she was above sacrificing others for the sake of her loved ones, that she would not have turned a blind eye to those in need. And yet when she thought of Rhaego, the child that never was, or even her dragons, part of her KNEW. Knew that she would give up most anything for them to be safe. Could she truly fault Rhaenys for doing the same? There was no doubt that Rhaenys had suffered during that time as well, seeing her blood struck down and destroyed in the blink of an eye with barely any left to SURVIVE. She took a breath before giving a nod of her head. ❝  I cannot have anger towards a mother trying to protect her children. My own mother was taken from the worst of it to protect Viserys and while I was still in the womb. ❞ A mother would do anything, as she would do for what she saw as her children. There could be no fault laid against Rhaenys if such words were true.

❝  The rumours were indeed true, however it was not easy to SURVIVE, even coming here. Though I suppose the next matter would be to determine where you stand now. Still on the sidelines, safe from harm? Or do you seek to RIGHT the wrongs made all those years ago? ❞ It wasn't lost on her that Rhaenys was also Targaryen by blood, though she felt little threat from the older woman in terms of claim over the throne. The simple fact she had addressed Daenerys by 'YOUR GRACE' was proof enough where her current allegiances lie so Daenerys would not insult the woman by questioning them. ❝  The battle for King's Landing will not be an easy one, though I wish to limit the casualities as greatly as possible. ❞

despite the years that have passed, the guilt is still present in lady velaryon's heart. she wishes she could have done more, for the sake of her sweet cousin rhaella, at least. but her husband's house's influence was not enough - her blood ties with robert only enough to spare herself and her family, accusation in the rightful queen's voice serves well to deepen the wound. " i wish i could have done more. but robert's blind rage could not have been extinguished. had i stood against him, his wrath would be turned against mine own children. " she confesses, though she knows this does not absolve her from her seeming indifference.

the mention of her late cousin brings a shiver down the woman's back. she had watched it happen, aerys' decline into ruin and madness. he deserved his fate - but the rest of their family did not. rhaegar did not. rhaella did not. " that is not why i am here, your grace. i look at you, and there is no doubt in my mind - you are not alike him. i've come here... just to see for myself. i had hoped the rumours of your survival were true, but i did not believe them until now. "

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There were a thousand words she could say. Words of comfort, of assurance. So many words that Daenerys could offer and yet she knew not a damned one of them would truly matter. They would not fill the missing piece of the heart that would forever linger, would not fill the VOID in her soul that would remain tethered to her son. It was something Daenerys was familiar with, when first being told her child had not survived the birth. It was a pain she was acquainted with and something she would wish on no mother. Especially her sister, her beloved sister. Daenerys was already certain that time would not fully heal such a wound as it was a HOLE she still felt each and every day.

Daenerys wasn't expecting to suddenly be embrace. When she had lost her own, she had shut so many out, preferring to grieve alone. She was momentarily taken aback, hesitating, before her own arms wrapped around her sister. Her own grip was tight, as if she might somehow be able to save her sister from falling APART with her own arms. Death was always a cruel mistress, taking those so UNDESERVING, the boy snatched away so unjustly. If the Aemond boy thought that it would go unanswered then, once they had collected their losses, he would be proven quite mistaken. Daenerys had no doubt there would be justice.

❝  I know, ❞ she whispered, holding tight to her sister. Let her have this moment where she did not have to be so STRONG as a queen, where she could mourn with those that would not judge her for expressing such LOSS. ❝  And injustice shall be met with justice, I promise you that. You know that I am here for whatever you need. ❞ Be it to comfort her or to mount her dragon, Daenerys would be at her side, especially through such difficult times.

she had wished more than anything that it had not been true. she prayed to anyone she could think of that she wouldn't find her sweet boy. the parts of her that were good managed to show themselves in her and harwin's children. and now luke , possibly the sweetest of them all ... was just gone. a raven being the one who had brought her the dreaded news. she didn't feel whole. like she couldn't breath , and when her and syrax finally found what remained ... all she could feel was agony.

the sound of her sister calling to her is what pulls her attention from the cloak that sat in her lap. feeling like a weight so heavy that she couldn't bring herself to muster the strength to lift the garment.

her sister's attempted comfort would have been met with thankful words. if she had it in her to do anything but express the anguish she felt over her lost child. when she could finally lift the cloak from her lap , it felt wrong. to let go of any piece of him. but still the queen stood , the seconds ticking on and chipping away at the resolve she had before she would break down again. it's only when she reaches her sweet sister , another in dragonstone who knows her loss , that she breaks down. arms wrapping around her and holding her close with a vice grip. ❛ he was just a boy. ❜ her voice is heavy with grief before a sob comes out. ❛ my sweet , sweet boy. ❜

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❝  Do you ever, you know—— STOP talking? ❞ She had to ask with a roll of her eyes, glancing towards him. Some rambling made rather incoherent as she was going over documents, trying her best to IGNORE him to the best of her abilities. But by god, it was getting harder with every word that fell out of his masked mouth. There was a damned time clock here, ticking down before the running came. Before blaring alarms had security armed and ready. Not that it particularly scared Ava, most humans retreated at the first sign of FIRE as she had come to realize. But it was much easier to get what she needed without it raining bullets and preferably before she even RISKED getting injured.

The suggestion of a team, however, had her scoffing at the mere idea. ❝  I've already got a team, Clifford. ❞ Well, maybe less team and more like a barely organized GANG that had been labeled as terrorists by the human news media. All very much willing to die for their CAUSE and some had. A little group of misfits just trying to fight the injustices in the world be any means necessary. ❝  Do you have a phone or anything to scan documents so I can get these over to my contact? ❞

“ I understand that I’m not perfect, there is a slight odor to me, hard to say what it is. ” It could be some dried blood from yesterday, it is also likely it was piss, considering that one of the guys he slashed through pissed himself. It was unfortunate, but also a fairly common occurrence. “ But I’m sure we could work together, make a team. Figure out a team name, maybe make some banners, create a Twitter account, be posted on famous birthdays. "

"We are all owned by Disney, and should really figure something out before they shelve us. I mean my god, they are making another Superman movie. Did anyone ask? Who watches that dude? He doesn’t even look that good in those tinny tiny tights. ” He was lying, those legs were to die for. “ So what do you say, you and me, Bonnie and Clyde? ”

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Final Fantasy XV Sentence Starters Part 1 | Part 2

“Our world will be delivered from the perils of the dark.”

“A chance to see you once more… who would have thought?”

“Would that I could join you…. but this moment will have to be enough.”

“It’s not right. All I wanted was to save you.”

“A small sacrifice in the greater battle.”

“She has passed.”

“You need to grow up and get over it.”

“You think you’re a king, but you’re a coward.”

“You think I like the idea of people sacrificing themselves for me, one after the other?”

“I thought you’d accepted your duty. I thought wrong.”

“Let’s be frank: my vision hasn’t improved, and probably won’t.”

“I would remain with you all. Til the very end.”

“If I can’t keep up, I will bow out.”

“One cannot lead by standing still.”

“Dude, are you seriously trying to kill me?!”

“Can you see?”

“Quit moping, keep hoping.”

“I vowed to only cry where prying eyes cannot see the tears in mine.”

“There’s so much I wanted to say, and now I’ll never have a chance.”

“Only a matter of time before we run out of room to run!”

“How does it feel to be powerless?”

“The higher you climb, the further you fall.”

“He’s got quite the skeleton in his closet.”

“You guys are like the only friends I’ve ever known.”

“Whatever. Who cares where you were born?”

“Since where does where you come from matter to you?”

“You’re no better than a burglar.” 

“I shall arise as ruler of the world!”

“Kill me…end it.”

“What kind of fiend makes daemons of men?”

“Don’t die on me.”

“Many sacrificed all for the king; so must the king sacrifice himself for all.”

“That’s all you have to say for yourself after all this time?”

“Y’know, it’s hard to ask someone about their pain, but it’s just as hard to share your own with someone else.”

“Finally get to rock these threads!”

“Out of the frying pan, dot, dot, dot.”

“Rest, my love. May your soul know peace at last.”

“Off my chair, jester. The king sits there.”

“Let the games begin.”

“This time…you can rest in peace.”

“I will await you…in the beyond.”

“I’m home.”

“I walked tall.”

“The time we had together, I cherish.”

“Trust in me.”

“I’ve made my peace.”

“What can I say? You guys are the best.”

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❝  You stood back and watched it happen? ❞ While it was posed as a question, the accusation still lingered. House Targaryen left DECIMATED in the aftermath of the war, only a few direct descendants left scattered and only one still that could claim the name yet. Sitting on the throne of Dragonstone, she couldn't help the question; to watch her own family be slaughtered and to still be so bound to the man that had claimed the throne in the aftermath. While she was sure there was true heart ache in the older woman, that she had had no DESIRE to stand back, such things couldn't go on unanswered. Not here, not now, in the halls where her ancestors once stood strong.

Her lips pursed, eyes only on Rhaenys. There were a thousand things she could say, a thousand questions she could ask; the only stories she had had of her House growing up were corrupted or so she suspected. Of how her father had been unjustly dethroned, as if he had done nothing so VILE. ❝  ——I make no apologies for my father. While I intend to take the throne, it shall not be as he did. If that is why you have ventured here. ❞

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She'd been watching it for about thirty minutes. Some guy thinking he was top shit all over another woman whose DISGUST was clearly written all over her face. Considering how the shit telly at the shit bar was busted from equally shitty patronage, Ava just thought of it as the only ENTERTAINMENT at the moment. Watching every pathetic pick up line fail, seeing his ego deflate with every passing second. Clearly he had never learned the saying 'quit while you're on top' as he was pounded into the metaphorical dirt.

❝  I'd wager a tenner in about five minutes, he's going to taste her fist. ❞ She spoke to the man beside her, a stranger she hadn't even really given so much as a GLANCE while she watched the scene unfold. ❝  Going to be a nasty hit, too. See how many rings she has on her hand? Hope she's a southpaw. ❞ Get the most DAMAGE that way.

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An army of men was enough to raise anyone's brow, especially in the midst of another apparent war. There was no doubt in her mind that others would be anticipating the arrival of so many ships, that it would draw attention to their arrival and yet she held little fear. Seemingly no weapons on her person, her own gaze dropped to his own sword before moving back to his face. His face was unfamiliar to her, as the rest of her kin was. They were only STORIES told to her as a child, of the lives they could have held and the people they could have been amongst were it not for her father being deemed a TRAITOR. No more than stories of those she would never know or so she had thought.

❝  I could not anticipate the reception I would be given. I'm not one to go on ill prepared, ❞ came her response in the familiar language. Whether she would be welcomed or STRUCK DOWN couldn't be determined. Even now, standing opposite of the man, Daenerys held no certainties as evidenced by a few of her own men gripping their own weapons. Her eyes didn't even glance at them, wholly focused on the man before her.

As for her intentions—— well, that had yet to be determined as well. Daughter of the eldest, her own claim right there. And yet she wondered first how she might be received. ❝  Home. ❞ Just one word to express her DESIRES. Be that a peaceful return or to take what her family had seen as theirs with bloodshed.

The news of her arrival had been carried to them by spies. Ships from across the Narrow Sea carrying the wayward Targaryen Princess who had never set a foot on Westerosi soil. He had chosen to venture forth on his own, Caraxes rested behind him, as alert and tense as the now King-Consort was. The war between the Blacks and the Greens was waging onward, and her arrival could have several implications there. He stood, hand on the hilt of his sword, ready at a moment's notice for a battle to break forth. He was no coward, even outnumbered.

"The army of men and the ships say differently." He responded in turn, Valyrian rolling off the tongue as the most natural of languages. His head nodded behind her, to the men who had accompanied her on the journey to meet him, and to the ships that lay in the sea. He was surprised they had found a way around the Driftmark blockade, though with the death of Rhaenys and Meleys, it was certainly harder to keep patrolled. "If you aren't here to threaten, what are you here for?"

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The question was quick, catching her off guard for a moment. This was not her first marriage, not the first time time her status as a woman would be exchanged for power and men. This time, however, she had been the one to agree, the one to gain from it and voice her OWN terms. She wasn't a pawn for her brother, some little girl to be used and traded with. Time had passed since then and she was someone that could forge her own path, define her own FATE. And sometimes that meant making SACRIFICES. If she had wanted to gain the support of House Stark, according to Catelyn, the two Houses must be BOUND so that both may profit.

❝  You are not the first man I would call my husband, ❞ she finally replied after a long silence. Walking around the back of his chair, moving to a lone seat on the far side of the fireplace. ❝  Nor are you the first time it has been ARRANGED. ❞ But she wasn't that waif of a girl, whose face held such innocence and was left BLIND to the depravity of the world. The only cruelty she had known then was her brother's.

And Khal Drogo had seen that put to a swift end.

Sitting back, her eyes were on her goblet, the dark liquid like blood, reminiscent of all those slain in her path. Not without purpose, she told herself each time. ❝  What I WANT—— ❞ she started, pondering over her own words for a moment. ❝  ——I want what anyone wants. To come HOME. To the same home my ancestors held for generations. ❞ Daenerys suspected, even if she only sought to return to Westeros, there would still be those seeking to push her OUT. Though she had her men, it would not be enough. And though she had her supporters, that, too, would not be enough. That was where the ALLIANCE with the Stark family came in.

➫ ROBB found himself drawn to the dying flame, though the free cities were not cold by any means, the nights could get there but nothing like his beloved North. He missed home, he missed his father. Even with the body of a grown man, he had fears that he was still that teenaged boy stepping onto his first battlefield. Knowing nothing, thinking he could take on the world, full of arrogance thinking the world wouldn't crumble beneath his feet.

That was before his father had been beheaded, before the enemies had crowded around him, before his mother had betrayed him and let the Lannister go. He felt there was no one in this world he could trust anymore, not with his plans or his aspirations, and certainly the weight of justice held heavy in his heart, spurring on his decision making. In his haste, he found himself seeking out the help of an unlikely ally, Daenerys Targaryen.

As if on cue, she comes into the room, pouring his cup full, hardly noticing it had emptied, though he doesn't look up at her. It's no slight against her, he blames her not for this turn of events, since he was young he was often made to think about marriage and proposals to strengthen his ties to the North. But he always imagined he would marry for love, not duty. No matter what his mother tried to instill in him. "Do you WANT to get married?" Robb is asking her for honesty, even if a little harsh in tone.

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It was late when she found him, the fireplace even growing dimmer than its usual roar. The light flickered around the otherwise dark room, both of their men having long since retired and leaving it in solitude. Perhaps it was no surprise that the two of them would be the last to find their respective rooms, the last to sleep the night away with the growing WORRY for the next day. It was an anxious anticipation, one that left both parties unable to find adequate rest it seemed.

She approached him from behind the chair he was in, setting a goblet down that she had been carrying on the table beside him. Wine, something she had poured in order to steady her own self before she had spotted him and had poured one for him as well. ❝  You should be asleep, ❞ was all she said in a gentle voice, lifting her own goblet to her lips.

It wasn't as if it had been her idea. It had been Catlyn's, something to SECURE their alliance and ensure both parties could obtain all that they fought for. And she, with the weight of a war and future CROWN upon her, had agreed to the marriage.

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She had spotted him the moment they had disembarked. How he stood out from the others about the docks as her men began to unload the supplies they had carried with them. Daenerys, however, had had eyes only for him. Watching him, a man with hair like her own, the same structure and way they held themselves. Daenerys had never seen another of their family save for her parents and brother, all long gone now. And yet she could so easily pick him out like another INSTINCT deep inside of her.

Daenerys had waited for her men to finish before she approached, some lingering by the ship they had taken, others just a couple steps behind her. There had been no expectation of family awaiting her, of any sort of WARM welcome after the actions of her father. Even now, she didn't expect it and, if the rumours she had come to hear were even REMOTELY true, there was reason he was even there now.

She stopped short by a couple of meters, keeping her distance. A careful gaze watched him before lips parted to speak in clear Valyrian. ❝  I bring no threat with me. Not unless provoked. ❞ Where PRECISELY she stood, well, even Daenerys would wait to find that out.

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❝  Rhaenyra? ❞ She'd heard her sister had returned, the youngest of the two stepping into her chambers. Her steps were cautious, eyes only on Rhaenyra. Looking for something though she wasn't sure what. Drawing closer, even her own footsteps sounded so HOLLOW in the quiet room. Perhaps she was looking for some semblance of the old version of her sister. The one she had often hid behind as a child, so UNCERTAIN of her own place in the world. Before she had found her own confidence. While Daenerys understood how VITAL this war was, now even more than ever, part of her still longed for those days.

Her lips pursed, stopping just a short ways from her sister, uncertain of how to even proceed. She knew the pain of losing a child but that had been DIFFERENT. It was a child not known to her, one she never even had the chance to HOLD. ❝  —— I'll stay by your side, you realize. Through all of this. Through everything. ❞

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