Jul 1, 2017
CHETTRAVEN
Ser piggy won’t keep them from him forever
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CHETTRAVEN
Ser piggy won’t keep them from him forever
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chettraven + i have a bad feeling about this
The raven crows of foreboding things.
chettraven - 4, 6, 8
4. Favorite non-sexual activity?
qorking
6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?
feathers
8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?
smdh erin. i bet at least one of them calls the other pudding pie i’ll let you decide which
chettraven
crow’s wings, raven’s wings, both black.
chettraven trembling hands
there’s nothing like the softness of a bird’s plumage. chett’s hands are rough--the cold cracks his skin, but the raven’s feathers are glossy--so soft. they make his hands tremble when he goes to touch them.
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chettraven, 1
Person A attempts to poison Person B over dinner.
qork.
“what’s that?”
qork. qork.
“you don’t want all of your pie?”
qork.
“are you sure?”
qork. qork. qork qork qork.
“oh no, i couldn’t possibly. i’ll save it for you for later.”
I wish you would write a fic where Chett found his raven soulmate
if only i had time for that 150k romance.
“It’s not what it looks like…” for Chettraven
The night Chett was finally caught – one hand still gripping his plate of half-eaten buttered parsnips from dinner, the other resting softly on Kvorkie’s soft downy feathers – was one he would not soon forget.
“It’s not what it looks like,” he croaked, his face going crimson as Lord Commander Snow entered the rookery. The Lord Commander nodded stiffly as he passed him by, selecting a raven Chett had only met briefly in passing to carry his message to Kings Landing.
“Oh?” Lord Commander Snow asked absently. As though finding a man touching a raven were something he happened upon every day of the week. “And what is it, then, if it’s not what it looks like?”
Chett had no ready answer for this. He dropped the hand holding Kvorkie to his side and scratched at the back of his neck.
“I’m… just sending a message to the brothers at Eastwatch,” he finally managed. A lie, of course; and one of the worst ones he’d ever told.
“Good,” Lord Commander Snow said. And without another word to Chett he swept out of the rookery, leaving Chett and his birds alone again.
Chett breathed a sigh of relief.
“That was close, Kvorkie,” he said, taking the bird in his pillowy hands once more. “Too close.”
Kvorkie nuzzled Chett’s palms, causing a shiver to run down his spine.
“We’ll have to be more careful.”