#givenfates

Daario is not good with people, specially people grieving or well emotions in general. It makes him uncomfortable, his skin irks and he just wants to turn around and never come back, but this time is different. Maybe is the way she say the words or the absolute sadness in it, the heaviness that lingers in each syllable like a ball chain dragging him with her. His gaze never leaves her, fragile as she is now he is afraid of what might happen if he does. Yes, he knows of her courage, her toughness but sometimes she breaks like glass and he can see the cracked part of her mask so perfectly place upon her face. He placed a hand upon her back and offered silently the drink he just poured for himself, maybe she needs it more than him. A continuation he takes the chair next to her and pat her gently in the back. It’s an awkward petting but no one would say he’s not trying.   “People come and goes” he replies, voice low and husky “ and is only natural that you miss them” or so he thinks, The only time he ever missed someone was when he was but a boy, now he has learn that it better to not get attached.

       ❝ if you don’t know the answer to that…you CLEARLY are more blind than i thought you were. ❞ her voice is cold as ice, though just underneath lies emotion threatening to break through. ❝ lucifer may have been PRIDEFUL, but at least he payed attention. ❞

The red priest it’s amused by such words, burgundy eyebrow raising as the woman stare at the young girl. If you can call her that, she’s dirty, her hair a wild mane. She could do well a warm bath and some new clothes but the priest has no time for that, not with so much at stake. Melisandre walks toward the wild girl and with firm grip takes her face between her fingers, her eyes like rubies scanning her and in those silver eyes she saw it, a beast with white fangs howling to the moon, ferocious and indomitable like a storm. “Ah, I see it now” the woman says softly, more to herself than to anyone that could hear her. “There’s so much potential in you, girl” the ghost of a smile paints her pale features, long fingers free the girl from her grasp and she takes a step back. “When the long night comes, seek for me.”

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄       while the man did his own best to keep himself together ,           he hold her soft hands on his                 she had all the right to be mad with him ,           never wanting to see him again ,          she had just known he had been sent to end her life ,          and if in need to end the life of her daughter as well .             But she had also to know or at least feel that his feelings for her were stronger than this                that he had not lied about what he felt for her .             ❝   Please forgive me .   ❞    //   @givenfates

Doreah is loyal and loves 1 ( one ) Khaleesi , It is known.

he  sniffs,  turning  his  body  to  face  the  her,  brows  risen  in  punctuated  thought.  she  was  beautiful,  but  she  didn’t  look  like  she  could  bring  down  the  world.  and  he  knew  better  than  anyone  to  never  underestimate  a  woman  with  a  dream.   ❝      bit  hot  this  evening. ❞