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who kills their own 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 ?
well , someone who loves him
very much . he makes of womb
an altar & prays : I have shed
for you the truth of life . could
you please bring him back ?
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those familiar footsteps were a welcomed interruption . how easily they cut through the gloom .
“ miserable fucking weather , ” he muttered , turning away from the window . “ and to think he ran off in 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 . ” he gestured towards the rain ,
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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. ‘ i had half a mind to send the guards looking for you . . . ’
a scowl fixed upon his brow .
he was referring , of course , to his eldest son . of late , daeron had taken to disappearing for days at a time , no doubt emptying every tavern in their vicinity to his father’s great shame .
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the fields were blue this time of year . the dying season . he stood by the window , watching it . a great , immovable heaviness .
—— over his heart was pinned a silver brooch , three chevrons of a segmented dragon’s tail .
he was quiet a long while , his hands clutching the edge of the table on which he leaned .
“ it’s not on your behalf that i permit him to go . know that . ” a pained expression passed quickly over his face , willed away by a harsh knitting of his brows .
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blink ⸝ blink. as much as
duncan wishes to refuse ⸝ his
body aches for rest. so he
drags himself forward with a
heavy sigh ⸝ plopping into the
nearest seat.
" i'm fine ⸝ really. just a tad
beat up. "
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