๐ nd ๐ธ ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐ itโs true that visions are seldom all they seem but ๐ธ know you, ๐ know what you๐ค๐๐๐do ... โ drunken dreamer.
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โ pretending to search for something crow-colored underneath it before combing it.
โ My apologies. The burden of living with my siblings. โ A little joke, a bit of buffoonery. โ You would go mad too, boy. โ
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โ โ The distant memory, of having lived it before, somewhere, sometime. Sand. The image multiplies, the memory corrodes, melting into a face ravaged by violence and a distant laugh as cruel as Maegor.
โ The wine was not enough to knock him out and yet, โบ
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โโ it was scarcely the first time aethelstan found himself drinking alongside daeron.
they were close, enough to take true pleasure in sharing their cups.
through the torrent of wine they would partake in, and the fact that daeron had sustained him during those dark hours when
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โ Daeron's gaze clears, returning to the truth, damp with terror and sweating like a farm pig. He runs his hand over his companion's face and curls more than once before directing his right hand to one of the curls, โบ
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do you guys think maekar got the ick when aerion yielded instead of standing his ground and dying like heโs relieved ofc his sonโs alive but theres that small part of him that really lost respect for him as a warrior
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โ โ Haunt you. โ
The reaffirmation is accompanied by a sinister gesture with the hands, as the cheek is thrown down on the table.
โ โ Good boy thenโ If a bald kid asks, I am no one. โ
โ haunt me ? โ
pale brows briefly knit at the remark . fingers curl about the
cup , drawing it closer .
โ i have never wasted a drop
in my entire life and i do not
intend to do so now . โ