πy π‘π¨π§π¨π« , πy πΝπ«ΝπΝπΝms , πy π₯ΝπΝπ Νπcy
they're yours . for the ππ¨ππ‘ of us
. . . you're gonna live .
hand reaches for the curtain and draws it shut, obscuring the dim view before them.
β i shall send guards to look for him, this weather is treacherous. β
gaze followed his brotherβs toward the window. rain ran in winding rivulets down the glass, blurring the fields that stretched out beyond into an amalgam of gray and blue tones.
β daeron has never been one to let a little weather stand
those familiar footsteps were a welcomed interruption . how easily they cut through the gloom .
β miserable fucking weather , β he muttered , turning away from the window . β and to think he ran off in ππππ . β he gestured towards the rain ,
β¦
between himself and a tankard. β and although his words are spoken in amusement, he understands maekarβs displeasure far better than anyone gave him credit for.
footsteps sounded against stone before the door swung open. he entered, shutting it softly behind him.
then his eyes found maekar, standing there. a smile. β i had half a mind to send the guards looking for you . . . β
the fields were blue this time of year . the dying season . he stood by the window , watching it . a great , immovable heaviness .
ββ over his heart was pinned a silver brooch , three chevrons of a segmented dragonβs tail .
πy π‘π¨π§π¨π« , πy πΝπ«ΝπΝπΝms , πy π₯ΝπΝπ Νπcy
they're yours . for the ππ¨ππ‘ of us
. . . you're gonna live .
mainly set during π°πΊπΎπππΊ timeline, can be atemporal and flexible. writing may include sensitive topics : violence, mention of sex, death, war, foul language, crude description. MDNI
πy π‘π¨π§π¨π« , πy πΝπ«ΝπΝπΝms , πy π₯ΝπΝπ Νπcy
they're yours . for the ππ¨ππ‘ of us
. . . you're gonna live .