Fire & Blood

“they’re good. we don’t sell them in the vending machine, though. they probably have ‘em down the grocery store though. sour cream’s my favourite.” when she introduced herself, his brows furrowed a little. he’d never watched the show, but he recognised the name as a character from game of thrones. he didn’t think she was young enough to have been named after the character, so maybe she was just a big fan. “that’s an interesting name. i’m sam.” he held his hand out for her to shake.

(¸.• ♛ → “That sounds nice.” She says now with a small smile looking at the man, the girl also extended her hand to shake his. “Thanks, it’s like a family name, I guess.” It was a family name or something like that. “I’m really new about all of this, I’m trying to adjust though, back in Westeros everything was just so different, actually. Oh, Westeros is my home, well, used to be my home.” Now everything was gone.

sam returned her smile with an even bigger one of his own. sometimes about the woman was endearing to him. the way he reacted to things, kinda reminded him of castiel. “yeah, if you’re think they’re good, you should try pringles.” he chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets and hunching his shoulders a little, in some weird attempt to try and make himself look less tall than he was, and therefore slightly less imposing. “there’s like a billion different flavours, and they get pretty wild.”

(¸.• ♛ → “What’s pringles? Are like those?” She asked referring to those chips that she just tried, they were actually really good and honestly, the woman didn’t know exactly how this was possible but speaking to people that weren’t from Westeros was refreshing way too much. “Sounds nice, this place...it seems very interesting and better than Westeros in a way.” The last part she said that like in some low voice, the girl looked up at him again. “Sorry, my manners, I’m Daenerys, by the way.”

   he didn’t know how he had ever trusted her. before, jon had believed daenerys would have been the one. the one to lead westeros out of a place of misery and heartache - the one to make sure it prospered, just like it did in the years of their ancestors, but now.. well, now, he knew the truth. he knew she was nothing but a tyrant and he knew the world had been much better off after he had killed her, especially since bran had taken the throne. it wasn’t like he’d tell her that, though, for the sake of his brother, should he ever show up in requiem. as of now, jon hoped he didn’t. bran was much better off in westeros, away from tyrants like daenerys and.. he didn’t want for him to be hurt. none of them, especially not because of him, considering he had been the one to do the mistake of trusting daenerys in the first place, even against sansa’s advice. 

“you’re unbelievable. i trusted you. i brought you into my home, i pledged to fight for you and.. in the end, you betrayed me. you became the person you swore to me you weren’t. a tyrant, a mad woman, just like your father.” he shakes his head in disappointment, thinking that.. it was because of people like her, because of his grandfather, that people believed all of the targaryens were mad. maybe.. maybe he even was, but.. as of now, jon couldn’t bring himself to care less. he sighed, because.. she really didn’t get the point, did she? the point wasn’t that she had executed people - jon had done that himself, any great ruler had, but.. she had murdered children. innocent children, who had never gotten the chance to live. how would she explain that? “daenerys, that.. that’s not the point. you murdered children. innocent children, who had nothing to do with the throne you wanted. doesn’t that make you feel bad? doesn’t that make you not sleep at night? because if it doesn’t, you’re truly a monster.”

 still, even against this own impulses, he decided to tell her. “my brother bran is king now. as you now, he’s the three-eyed raven. he’s leading a personal hunt for drogon himself, in order to execute him. he won’t last much longer, if he’s even still alive, as we speak.” he lowered his head for a moment, before sighing. “the starks are my family, yes. i never wanted.. i never wished to be a targaryen. your brother, though.. he’s nice. he should have survived. i expected him to be more like you, but.. he’s not. he’s a good man. eventually, i’ll tell him who i am. until then, i’d appreciate it if you kept it to yourself. he’s here, my mother too and.. they deserve to be happy, after everything they went through.” he shook his head for a moment. “viserys? i wouldn’t worry too much. the gods wouldn’t be cruel enough to bring back someone like him.” jon had heard all about him - the beggar kind, the mad king and frankly.. he was better off dead.

(¸.• ♛ → “Are you even listening?” She couldn’t help but snap when he said about her killing those people and if she regretted that, she said that before here just a few seconds ago and that she didn’t regret executing people because those that she executed, well, they were traitors but then what she did about the death of innocent, that’s the only thing she regrets but apparantly he wasn’t listening or he prefers not to. “I said that I did, of course I regret that but that I don’t regret executed those that betrayed me, you only hear what you want but that wasn’t me, I’m not like that, I don’t know what came over me because I was someone different that didn’t want to follow her dad footsteps but look how I ended up. I’m not excusing myself though, I own what I did and I’m going to live with that or live until I die again, who knows, maybe you will get rid of me soon enough, we are not sure how I’m alive in the first place.” And it makes her angry in a way, not knowing things were something she didn’t like.

A sigh escaped from her lips. “Why are you even telling me this? I don’t care who is the one sitting on the throne, since I’m here I don’t care much about that anymore, if you want to hurt me by telling me that or about Drogon, you won’t. I trust my dragon, I raised him and I know how smart he is.” Because he was, he saved her a lot of times even if she didn’t ask for help but he was there all times. “You betrayed me by telling that when you knew what was going to happen. But fine, I won’t.” She begged that time for him not to tell anyone but he had to of course and his sister tell Tyrion and he told Varys about that, that’s why he decided to betray her and change everything, that made her paranoid. However, she wasn’t him and is not like she cares much about this anymore so...it doesn’t matter. “Oh, I wouldn’t be sure. Don’t talk as you know him though, I lived with him, you just heard some stories.” Because everyone did but they didn’t know how her brother was truly, she lived hell when she was with him and his death was something that she wasn’t going to regret. “Anyway, like I said, I’m going to have to live with what I did but I’m going to try and start over until I’m gone again, this place is not bad and this change helps a lot.”

“try them.” sam said, dropping the piece of metal in his hand onto the floor and wiping his hands onto the denim of his jeans. “on the house. i think my boss is gonna be too preoccupied with the broken machine to notice a missing bag of chips.” he said with a chuckle as he stood up from his crouched position. “i won’t tell if you don’t.”

(¸.• ♛ → The woman also stood up now when he did still with that small bag on her hands and looked at him, maybe this can be her new chance, meeting new people and even friends, that’s what she needed right now. “Okay, I don’t have anyone to tell so..” She says with a small smile and opened that one, and just tried one, the flavor was really something from another world, technically she was in another world, that make sense, of course. “Wow, I haven’t taste anything like this before, it is pretty good.”

@bxautifulchaos || ROBIN ;;

“i’m having a bad day. don’t look at me like that.”

he’s in the ice cream shop for the third time today alone, nursing a sundae and brooding.

bad days happen more than troy would care to admit to. good thing he can have cheat days on his diet nowadays, what without the threat of being killed all the time anymore.

doesn’t make him any happier, but it makes it sting a little less.

“i know you want to pry. i’m going to stop you there.” he’s learned his lesson in opening himself up, in showing someone his soft spots. 

@bxautifulchaos || MAL ;;

“be real with me. like, real as real can be.” 

it’s a rather sudden favour to ask of her, sure, but inquiring minds need to know.

it’s him. he’s inquiring minds.

“does my fashion sense suck? like, i’m really trying to branch out and like, be cool. well, cooler. and, let’s face it here, you’re probably the most fashionable person i know.”

maybe he’s just biased. purple is his favourite colour, after all.

“bev fuckin’ marsh. if you aren’t a sight for sore eyes i don’t know what is.” richie couldn’t help themselves, they reached out and grabbed bev, pulling her in for a bear hug. “you have no idea how glad i am to see you! stan’s here too! if you haven’t seen him yet, of course.” they weren’t yelling, exactly, since it was muffled by bev’s hair but it was pretty damn close.

(¸.• ♛ → A small laugh now escaped from her lips and also just hugging back, she was so glad that someone familiar was here and Richie was also one of her closest friends, of course, everyone that was in her group on Derry were. “No, I haven’t. You are the second one that I’ve seen.” She commented still in that hug, she felt safe there, like in home once again, actually. The redhead pulled away a bit to look at him. “You look taller, it’s been really a while, I’m glad we bumped into each other here.”

     time for herself? well, now.. that was selfish. peach had never taken time for herself - it had always been beck, beck, beck.. nothing had ever changed. even in here, when she was supposed to be focusing on her life, all she could think about was beck. would beck be alright? would beck be safe? peach could never be sure and yet, apparently, this was how her faith and love would be repaid. right.. she should have known. “time? i needed you, beck. whenever you needed me, i was always there, time for myself be damned. and.. when i needed you the most, you left.” she paused, hands trembling at her side, before she shook her head. “did you ever think that.. if you hadn’t had left, maybe i would have still been alive? just something for you to think about.” she paused, turning around, before scoffing. 

“well, no shit. everyone you date has never deserved you. you have terrible taste in men, honey. that’s known by everyone, even annika and lynn.”   when beck pulled away, however, peach frowned. and then.. the words settled in. she knew, she knew.. fuck. as peach saw it, she had two options. she could either run away and deny it or. she could finally accept it. could finally accept the feelings she had been running from for years and.. fuck. she couldn’t, she couldn’t - “oh, yeah and who’s to say that he didn’t take them himself?” no, it was stupid excuse and peach knew it. she couldn’t run. not anymore.  she had to face it.. whatever it ends up being. still, she smiled sadly, gaze landing on beck. “do you really not know? after all of these years? beck, i.. before you start freaking out, i’m not joe. i would never.. i would never hurt you. i l-” she couldn’t say those words - couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t.. and so, peach turned away, sobbing violently as soon as she was away from beck, before whipping her tears away. 

(¸.• ♛ → “No, I’m not going to think about that.” And she was firm about that statement, she wasn’t going to let Peach put guilt in her, she was feeling guilty before but she couldn’t go that road, because falling in love wasn’t a crime, she did love Joe, not now of course but before, when she didn’t know what he was capablem of, obviously she was in love and of course she wasn’t going to believe her, because she thought maybe she was jealous like before, like with other guys. “I left because I needed a break, I told you that. I didn’t want to go to france, I didn’t want to leave everything, that’s not me but you didn’t understand that so don’t blame this on me, I didn’t know about Joe, I was in love and I’m not ashame of that because loving someone is not a crime, I didn’t know how he really was, so don’t try to guilt trip me, I’m done with that, I don’t want to feel guilt anymore.” Those weren’t her actions, all of those were just Joe’s, not hers.

carol always felt terrible over people she could not protect - back then, when she was the only avenger, she felt as if it were her duty to protect everyone on earth, at least.. try to. she had always done a good job at it, but now.. now, as she learned the stories of more and more people in the island, she felt even worse.  she hadn’t been able to protect so many people, maybe because they were from different worlds, but.. she still felt terrible over it. she felt like she could have done more and.. she hadn’t and.. that was on her. “i know i am. don’t worry, kid. from now on, you’re under my protection. my name is.. captain marvel, by the way. i’m a bit of a superhero around these parts - yes, they’re real. please get used to it.” she nodded, for a moment, before raising her eyebrows a little bit. “it seems like he was a psychopath. a serial killer.. trusting him was the wrong thing to do but i’m sure you always know that. i’m sorry about your friend and your ex-boyfriend. they seem like they got caught up in this asshole’s way.” pausing for a moment, she nodded, putting a hand on beck’s shoulder. “i’m so sorry about that. you deserve better and.. i can assure you you’ll be able to get a good life here.” 

       bill knew what this looked like. him, older, claiming to be the friend that should have been her age. still, he had seen it before with eddie and richie and stan and.. as of now, he was used to it. he was older now and that meant he had to take care of his friends, no matter what that meant for him. “i know it is.” bill sighed a little bit, running a hand through his hair. “when i saw it first with eddie, i thought i was going mad, but then.. stan and richie showed up and they were also younger and now you and.. well, i’m the older one. it’s my job to keep you all safe.”  bill’s eyes fell to the floor, where he shook his head. “i.. we haven’t seen each other in years. mike called us all back to derry and.. that’s when i was brought here.”

the thing that struck sam the most about the woman that just approached her, is that she was beautiful. sure, he’d met plenty of beautiful women in the fifty states he’d travelled across, but there was something about her. something other-wordly. it was when he realised that he’d been staring and had actually answered her question, that he shook himself out of his thoughts and looked down at the mess on snacks on the floor. “i was trying to fix this vending machine, and well.. failing, evidently.” he watched her stare at the bag of chips curiously, his own brows furrowing a little, even though there was still a smile on his face. “funions. you ever had them? they’re good.” 

(¸.• ♛ → “At least you tried.” She says with almost a small smile, honestly is that she didn’t know really what was that thing but it didn’t matter because she just didn’t want to look like an ignorant in front of someone, is not like she wanted to look, of course. The silver haired woman couldn’t help but just look at that bag that was holding, it was strange to see this, she never saw something like this before, apparantly he saw that as well now just looking at the man. “Never, they don’t really have those...where I’m from or anything like those bags.” She commented now smiling a bit this time, it’s been a while since she actually smile truly.

“Viserys was young, the last I saw him. I am not sure how surprised I am that he did, really. It’s not true, any of it.” A boy of eight was a clay for others to mold, and there scarcely anyone who knew the true events of the war who could tell him the truth. It killed him to know that his brother believed such horrid stories, it killed him to know that the burden of being the heir went to Viserys and then to Daenerys. That promise of power wasn’t meant for everyone, it made or broke people. “He wanted to burn King’s Landing to the ground, and you apparently achieved that for him.” He wanted nothing more than to give her the benefit of the doubt, he truly did. But he just woke from a world with his mad father, his wariness wouldn’t easily go away. 

(¸.• ♛ → “I know, I realized that. I guess that Viserys changed a lot when everything was gone, I just know the bad things about him.” The horrible things more than anything, the woman used to be afraid of him, a lot, since he always used to tell her how he was the dragon and she didn’t want to anger him but that was before, she wasn’t that little girl anymore. “I know.” She muttered now looking at her brother, it was still weird to call him that way. “I remember how I felt...I snapped, I wasn’t going to do anything, I didn’t want to hurt innocent, I just wanted to take back the throne...that was my truly first intention. But then...I starting losing the people I trust, two of them died...also my dragons died as well, two of them, I had one left...and I don’t know what came over me, I was just angry, I’m not excusing myself though, I own what I did, I’m never going to excuse myself about that but...that’s what I felt when I woke up here.”

“isn’t harry potter like, a kid’s book? why is everyone celebrating a kid’s book?”

all day troy has been seeing the different colours of what he knows are the hogwarts houses. snake, lion, bird… crow, maybe? raven? there’s a fourth one, definitely, but he’d be damned if he could tell you what it was.

alright, you caught him. he’ll be the first to admit: he never read harry potter growing up. fanciful stories of magic weren’t high up on jeremiah otto’s list of things to show his son. but he does know what it is, at least topically.

“or, wait… there’s a real guy named after a fake guy, and their birthdays are the same? sounds like someone saw their opportunity and took it once their kid popped out.”