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BOMBSIGHT, THE BOYS | 5.06

Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher

Deliverance + V1 Supes

me when someone reminds me that bombsight is canonically considered a junkie in the boys meaning whatever we see in vought rising is either going to be him before or during his addiction

Aegon cast a look around the brewhouse. It was not overly large, just a few tables and chairs and a bar in front of a set of lattice windows that threw a soft light across the brewhouse. The scent of ale was on the air, though not thick enough to make Aegon choke on the smell of it. “Not as often as my father.” Delylah pulled up a stool, craning her neck back to examine the various barrels of ale that were on display. A mischievous expression crossed her face as she turned back to Aegon. “My father dislikes bards, you know. When I was little, there was a bard who bedded a girl he fancied. Then there was another bard who made up a song about a floppy fish, because Father couldn’t perform in bed with a woman once.” If Aegon had already been drinking ale, he would have spat it out. “What?” “My father was young when I was born, and when he lost my mother.” Delylah raised her eyebrows, her tone becoming defensive. “Is it any wonder he mooned after pretty girls?” “No, I didn’t mean…” Aegon shook his head vehemently. “I only meant that, I was surprised you found out about all of that.” “My father’s friends like to talk and tease.” Delylah summoned the barkeep and ordered them each a mug of ale. “The floppy fish song gets brought up often, usually around the time of his name-day.”

Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher

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Aegon cast a look around the brewhouse. It was not overly large, just a few tables and chairs and a bar in front of a set of lattice windows that threw a soft light across the brewhouse. The scent of ale was on the air, though not thick enough to make Aegon choke on the smell of it. “Not as often as my father.” Delylah pulled up a stool, craning her neck back to examine the various barrels of ale that were on display. A mischievous expression crossed her face as she turned back to Aegon. “My father dislikes bards, you know. When I was little, there was a bard who bedded a girl he fancied. Then there was another bard who made up a song about a floppy fish, because Father couldn’t perform in bed with a woman once.” If Aegon had already been drinking ale, he would have spat it out. “What?” “My father was young when I was born, and when he lost my mother.” Delylah raised her eyebrows, her tone becoming defensive. “Is it any wonder he mooned after pretty girls?” “No, I didn’t mean…” Aegon shook his head vehemently. “I only meant that, I was surprised you found out about all of that.” “My father’s friends like to talk and tease.” Delylah summoned the barkeep and ordered them each a mug of ale. “The floppy fish song gets brought up often, usually around the time of his name-day.”

femlander, my evil wife

Deliverance + V1 Supes