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            ❛   ——————  do no’ make the mistake of believin’ y’ know me ‘cuz y’ don’ ❜  the string creaks, trembles, an arrow its pointing right at him, one wrong move and she won’t hesitate to release it   ❛  we ‘re no’ friends ❜   a shake of head, quick, sharp   ❛  nor ‘ever shall we b’ —————–  y’ listenin’ lad ?  ❜

      blue eyes soften at the mention of the DAUGHTER &&. she offers him a kind smile, the best she could really do.    ‘ i’m sure she’s just FINE- safe somewhere. ’    whether that was true or not she didn’t know, but it didn’t HURT to at least say.    ‘ y’can open that door ‘n sit down. i bet we’ll still be here for a while. ’    she lets out a tired sigh &&. tries to ignore the TWISTING feeling in her gut.    ‘ tell me ‘bout yourself. i think we could both use the DISTRACTION. ’

actually that gives me an idea. stannis hired a lot of sellswords, yeah? well if elliot joined his ranks, he’d no doubt have talked with ser davos at LEAST once.  in all likelihood, he’d remember who he was if they were to cross paths again. so after the MASS SLAUGHTER that was stannis raiding winterfell, elliot fled before he could be SHANKED or shot. considering his (albeit very little) affiliation with jon snow, my guess is he’d make his way back to castle black (either before or after meeting jon), and there he’d see ser davos. he may as well be framed as a DESERTER-------if not for the fact he was being paid to fight for them instead of actually enlisting his services. elliot’s contracts would probably include something about him not having any true ties to the military outside of being paid to slash and stab the other guys.

          Only  a  fool would find refuge in Camelot where kings seek to           exploit, leaving behind legacies tainted with blood of innocents.

          life is only good…

                                 if you haven’t been deemed inferior.

          While  Merlin is fortunate–almost blessed–to have been  gifted           with   a  prolonged  life,  others  of  his  kind  have  long   since           perished,  and  the ones remaining still live with  fear  of  death           under a Pendragon’s  tyranny.  He  can’t  help  it  if the faith he           once had is dwindling.

          “It’s  not  a  competition  of  who  has  it  better  or  worse,”  he           says   slowly.   “You  have  your  struggles,  Elliot,  and  I  have           mine–  Perhaps  it was my mistake to put that burden on  you.” 

          his head hangs loose on a tired neck, shoulders HEAVING in a heavy sigh. he walks up to the warlock and ---- as uncommon of an action is it may be ---- rests a hand on the boy’s shoulders. the weight of a KINGDOM rested on him, and oh he did not envy the position. their circumstances were DIFFERENT, elliot knew this, but all the same he tried his best to lead by EXAMPLE.

      she sits up straighter, tilting her neck to look up at the older male. WORRY seeded in the core of her heart &&. usually she would tell a pray, but she didn’t find the use here- not when she was MAD about what was going on as well.    ‘ you’re right- it’ll probably all be washed over soon enough. i just can’t help thinkin’ about my FAMILY. i hope they’re okay. feels like this is the sort’a thing you should be with your family for. y’with anyone ?? ’

          STAND NEXT TO ELLIOT.

        STAND NEXT TO ELLIOT.

     STAND NEXT TO ELLIOT.