Sep 19, 2024
viserys everyone is being mean to me :( / inheritsnothing
@inheritsnothing / Otto Hightower.
An EXHALE.
" Don't mind them; they're just jealous. "
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viserys everyone is being mean to me :( / inheritsnothing
@inheritsnothing / Otto Hightower.
An EXHALE.
" Don't mind them; they're just jealous. "
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he sits at a tiny kitchen table, staring over to the couch. fingertips curling and unfurling with his arm leaning against the wooden arm of his seat. he should call alicent, tell her what's nearly happened. but he's unsure of hot to approach the subject of her estranged father . . . or the state of his well being. instead, he merely glares at the form taking residence upon his couch, sleeping off whatever was going on the night prior. otto hightower was lucky that criston was in the right place at the right time. criston . . . well, he wouldn't call himself unlucky. (just kinda misfortunate.)
why he's even offering this bit of kindness to a man who stole some of the best years of his life that could have been with the one he loves, is beyond him. (in the end, he got the girl. bygones can be bygones . . . right?)
it's not until he sees the other stir that criston sits forward, elbows to his knees and hands clasping together. ❝ morning, sunshine. you and me -- we gotta talk. ❞
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SINKING GALLEYS HAS NEVER BEEN MUCH OF A CHALLENGE , he's found . a brief , fleeting feeling of accomplishment , before one remembers that there is little to it whilst Kingfisher , monster of a ship that she is , had quite easily sliced through wood and passengers alike - the black sails with the golden kraken painted upon them billowing in the warm wind coming from the Arbor . so close to home , yet so far . and with nobody knowing that the Kraken has decided to show his colours , nobody would suspect the eldritch seabeast either . the ship had lingered for a while , ensuring the crew , along with whatever was left of the galley was on the way to the bottom of the sea . . . all but one .
that was two days ago .
two days that Otto Hightower has now spent in darkness , down in the belly of the beast , stashed away in a cell surrounded by barrels and crates and cages with poultry . without food or water , just existing - barely so .
the door to the cell opens with a creak , letting damp air in , along with the scent of wet wood , tar , iron and salt . it would do no good to let the man die before he's been brought before the queen , Maron wagers - standing in the doorway , looking down at his spoils . the kraken stitched across his chest would immediately betray the young Lord of the Iron Islands . especially to a man as clever as Hightower allegedly is . " ah . you're awake . " a nonchalant greeting , delivered with a smile , and the Lord Reaper steps into the cell . " I have been meaning to apologize for the rather - uncomfortable circumstances of this journey , but then remembered that I don't particularly care . " he holds out a waterskin , head cocked lightly to the side . " how much do you regret not having taken the Roseroad now , Lord Hand ? or should I say former Lord Hand ? "
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Something about the way he watched her made her stomach tighten. Otto Hightower, she had learned his name was, Hand of the King. Who this king was or what he was king of, she didn't know. All that she did know was that she had been staring at the same four walls for what had felt like days.
The accommodations weren't uncomfortable, but even so it had proved hard to sleep knowing there were strangers in armor posted outside her door. What kind of flight risk was she? She had wondered more than once, considering that she had nowhere to run to.
"Are you going to continue sitting there watching me or are you going to say something?" She finally found her voice after a lengthy and uncomfortable silence.
oooh boy if you don't save me from the beesburys...... especially since it is YOUR FAULT, MIGHT I REMIND YOU. THAT I AM SUFFERING FROM YOUR CONSEQUENCES. / inheritsnothing
❝ interesting. if i hadn't known better, i would believe you mean to place blame on me for a fault of yours and are suggesting i solve the problem with blood on my hands. surely, you, a righteous man wouldn't entertain such a thing, ser otto? ❞
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can we let bygones be bygones and band together to hunt daemon . / @inheritsnothing
sorry, you basically called me a whore the other day and that's a soft spot for me. 🙂↔️
if you're going to fuck the queen, at least be discreet about it. / inheritsnothing
caught. the queen dowager had gone the opposite direction of the long hall and he, most unfortunate, happened to be going towards otto hightower. a respectable nod, an avoidance of his gaze that fell low as ser criston aimed to simply pass on by. but the moment he was spoken to, he halted. his head held high, a few inches between arm to arm stances. a beat passes before ser criston allows for the turn of his head; the thumb of a gloved hand swiping at the corner of his mouth as though confirming his misdeeds.
❝ you would sully the hightower name with falsehoods and slander, ser otto? ❞ he lies so casually, neither denying nor outright saying what he's done. dark gaze meet the other's; a challenge riddled within them. ❝ perhaps your eyes are in need of rest if they see that which isn't there. -- good morrow, ser. ❞
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