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@lucius-rivers

the hustle and bustle of the tournament had already begun. hundred of people were flocking to come watch the various events being played out. axell was still young but already a great swordsmen, and had signed up to compete. there were some here he could beat but others would be a challenge. but he had time to think on that as he was not needed until the next day. for now he was able to wander with some of the other vale lords around the grounds.

as the group of lords chatted away, axell found himself looking out at the crowd as he sat down. one person caught his attention, a young lady walking with a group. hair bright as fire, face just as beautiful. she looked to be about his age. honestly he probably stared too long to even notice the other man with her starting to get more and more angry. not that he cared. he was a man himself now, he had the rune to prove it. he'd be happy to challenge anyone who bothered him. he was practically begging for it.

the crowd within the tavern was full of life. everyone talking, drinking and listening to the music of a bard in the corner. seemed like everyone was in the mood for a celebration given everything happening around them. it felt nice being around people like him, harlon thought. moving through the crowd, he held four tankards in his hands. two for him and two for cedric, he had no idea where the rest of the crew had run off to.

"cheers" he laughed, holding up one of the tankards taking a sip. luckily even within the crowded tavern, they had managed to find a table towards the back allowing them some privacy. after a moment harlon took another sip as he looked over at ced. "i saw him today you know. he's with all the other fucking lords. pretended like he didn't even see me, the dickhead." there was no need to explain who harlon meant, he knew cedric would understand that he meant lord tarly. the words didn't seem to be spoken

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“…D-Don’t…”

     “Please don’t,” he pleaded.

     His body was on fire — it felt as if he was dying on the inside. Bones broken, rotting… blood coxed his neck and fell from his lips. Throat was burning, eyes watering as Crowley was barely able to even lift one hand out, trying to grab hold of the monster’s boots. He had to warn… his comrades…. they can’t…

    They’ll die…

He had to… save…

     His vision was blurry — he knew there was no chance in yelling out a warning. He could barely even talk through his raw voice. There was a haunting chuckle, crimson eyes shown down with amusement before merely turning away. Silver hair flowing. Leaving him to die… to feel his body changing, his lungs giving out — heart racing too quickly.

Um término não deveria ser um evento público, mas Kyunho sentia olhares seguindo-o o tempo todo. Antes fosse uma sentença meramente figurativa, mas as costas quase queimavam com o escrutínio alheio — procurando em ambas as partes do ex-casal um sinal de fraqueza, prontos a declarar um perdedor da situação. Um disputa de quem conseguia ser mais indiferente à própria mágoa, e Kyun era competitivo: ele estava ali para ganhar. Ele sempre estava ocupado com estudo e treinos, e manter a rotina atarefada e fingir que nada tinha acontecido era mais fácil do que lidar com as coisas. Claro que não conseguia se concentrar em nada direito, mas não seria ele a reclamar de alguma coisa. Existia uma noção deturpada na mente do rapaz de que precisava se manter forte e estoico pelo bem daqueles que o amavam de verdade, e que a outra simplesmente não valia a pena sua tristeza. Não era particularmente religioso, mas já estava considerando pedir ajuda divina para que fortalecesse seu espírito contra os ataques do inimigo, que era a definição mais simples da mulher para si. 

Toda explosão precisa de um estopim, porém, e o de Kyunho tinha nome e sobrenome: Moon Heejung. Saber que outra das pessoas que confiava mentiu para si foi o bastante para empurrá-lo para a decisão que seguiu-se. A mente estava cheia e precisava de um escape, uma saída. Extravasar. Antes que desse por si, já estava na frente do prédio do dormitório alheio, a tela do celular como única fonte de luz enquanto os dedos teclavam para o número conhecido.

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@garlandhightower

"thank you love." harlon said giving the lady one last kiss as he finished doing up his pants. the younger serving woman was in a rush to do up her dress before anyone decided to wander into the empty tent. "i will come find you tomorrow if you are free then. and uh…fix your hair." harlon told her, scooping up his bag of art supplies before hurrying out the back of the tent. he finished smoothing out the rest of his clothing before walking back to the main part of the event.

@wcrdsarewind

how quickly time had moved this year. how long ago he was hidden away from all of these people in these mountains. he had watched caravans of people he used to see at court ride by him as he stalked from the mountain side. fearing one day he might see the flags of runestone cresting over the ridge. thankfully that time never came. and when he got to see his brother again it was under his terms.

but it was nice to be up in the mountains doing what he did best. hunting down the clansmen. and surprisingly enough he was glad to have domeric accompany him. growing up the man was close by. seemed like his father enjoyed having his company around. and honestly there were many times that axell enjoyed his presence more than his own brother. there seemed to be a mutual understanding between the two of them. unspoken and maybe unknown at the time of all that they shared. all that they thought about. 

“bit different than hunting those wildlings down in the north isn’t it? at least here you are freezing to death while trying to get the job done.” he said looking back towards where the northman was standing. not that the man had been much of a talker this trip at all. “fucking hells dom you have been quite as fuck this whole trip. thought you’d enjoy getting to go on a little hunting trip instead of having to mingle with the vale lords or chatting with your new fiance up north” he said. “don’t make he regret inviting you bolton.” he laughed.