#hardyng

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PROMPT :  baldur's gate 3 sentence starters.    /   STATUS :  accepting !   /   @hardyng

❛  they must've been hard up, if they were singin' about your looks.  ❜ a lightly jostling elbow follows the words, as though to reassure they had merely been meant in jest, and a wide grin hangs crookedly on raymun's lips. this isn't the first night he's spent in the laughing storm's tent, so he's used to the noise rising to a dull roar he's sure the more dour lords close by will have complaints about, and he's become accustomed to the sweat dampening his collar, sliding in cool rivulets down his neck, his undershirt plastered to his back with it under all his layers. he's seldom been without a drink in hand all night, another tankard pushed on him when the last had barely emptied — consequently, there's a pleasant buzz accompanying every thought... though that could be the bees that seem to hover persistently around lord beesbury. he's uncertain.

regardless, the ale's got him feeling loose, relaxed, enough so that he's not self-conscious about slinging an arm around ser humfrey's neck, despite the sizeable difference in their status. the baratheon tent has proven to be the night's great equaliser — where a hedge knight can dance with a high lord and no one bats an eye, or a lowly squire can jest with a true knight and not worry he might be reprimanded for it. ❛  you'll give 'em somethin' better to sing about on the morrow, eh? after the joust.  ❜

                Muscles    are    sore    from    the    ride    in-    having    been    on    horse    back    for    far    too    longer    than    a    man    ever    should,    he    thinks.    The    anxiety    of    the    time,    hoping    he    has    what    he    needs    to    do    well    in    the    tourney,    was    his    blade    sharp    enough    ??    His    armor    good    enough    quality    ??    STRONG    ??    All    valid    concerns    for    a    green    boy    such    as    Duncan,    no    doubt.    It    might    do    him    well    to    quell    his    anxiety.

                "    Oh,    aye,    I    think    I    could    as    well.    "

❝ make a move or i shall make mine . ❞

❝ go that way and your doom is at hand . ❞

❝ i’ve got time . i’ve got lots of time . ❞

❝ perhaps you think that i am something i’m not . ❞  

the green knight starters | selectively accepting

having expected a tragedy to befall did not necessarily make one immune to the consequences of that tragedy. he too mourned ; not only his uncle but also the man his father used to be & could never be again. his brother ; not the man he was now but the boy he still remembered him as. he too mourned, but in his own quiet & rueful way rather than making a spectacle of his grief. alas, it was less pride & more the festering shame that kept him mellow ; he did not have the right to mourn. not the way the ones who truly put their lives on the line did, the ones who did not possess a power they continuously failed to make good use of.

and so he moved just as quiet & rueful. clutching at the velvet cloak that shielded his aching & ever-shivering body from the crisp midnight breeze, out to face one of the consequences of the tragedy. he had heard ser duncan had survived, and a part of him was desperate to talk about the dream he had reluctantly shared with the knight not too long ago. there were other things he had also seen, things he wished to warn the man about while he still could—

only to come to a halt when he heard a not so familiar voice, giving a warning of its own. he did not turn to face the intruder, who must have mistaken him for a man with ill intent against the hedge knight. 

"i fear my doom is at hand regardless of the direction i choose to go ... but i do appreciate your concern," daeron spoke calm & blithe, then turned slowly. withdrawing his bare, slightly trembling hands from under his cloak to show that he was pointedly unarmed—unless a few cynical words counted as weapon.

PROMPT :  send a " ⭐ " and i will list muses i would be interested in throwing at yours.    /   STATUS :  accepting !   /   @hardyng

daeron targaryen ( drinking buddies ! ....insomuch as daeron has buddies... )

dunk ( fast times in the baratheon overstimulation tent... no, but really, i could absolutely see dunk feeling indebted to him if humfrey had nearly died for him during the trial. )

harrold hardyng ( i actually played with the idea of harry being humfrey's squire in his akotsk verse ! could easily see him being a younger cousin, or nephew. )

                Perhaps,    but    is    that    not    why    he    is    here    ??    To    do    exactly    the    opposite    ??    He    means    to    make    a    name    for    himself,    so    he    has    been    telling    every    body.    He    must    win,    or    he    will    lose    everything    he    owns.    And    then    what    ??    He    cannot    commit    to    a    life    of    crime    just    to    keep    treading    water.    His    soul    is    much    too    fragile    for    that.

                "    I    mean    no    disrespect,    Ser...    "    He    never    does,    and    yet    he    hardly    keeps    his    tongue    in    check.

omg yes