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gendry: im gendry waters barista: ok *writes gendry rivers*

omg Alice !! Thank you so much for this !! ;-; It means a heck of a lot coming from someone I admire sm on the daily like ?!?!

trading snowflakes for the cloak of protection (always accepting) // @zcldrizes ft. @lcgendaris & @lifesevered & @kingwholost

          first of all, the fact that you sent this when Alice logged in for 3 seconds early on to share the pain of all the uni work she has to fight her way through — so let me start by telling my little sister I AM SO SO SO SO PROUD OF YOU FOR BEING SO AMAZING AND FANTASTIC AND NOTHING WILL EVER CHANGE THIS. also i’ll never forget how i made my Edward blog in the summer and literally a week later i already had the best twin to cry with because this is how Alice is. she’s kind and she’s lovely and she’s friendly and she’s smart and she’s welcoming and she’s funny and honestly — i could never have expected us to grow so close so fast, and i thank the old gods (not Truth, Truth can go suck a brick) every day that we crossed paths. we, the actual reason why the Atlantic ocean exists, as we were too powerful to be allowed together. we, the nerds who bond through science and chemistry pick-up lines. we, who wrote a thread so angsty it was flagged by tumblr despite zero (0) nsf.w content. we, the god-tier twins. i just love Alice so much okay. so so so so so much. her writing is breathtaking and so are the portrayals of all her muses, and you know what’s my favorite thing about her among all my other favorite things? — that she loves Edward Elric as much as i love Jon Snow, and we can literally and easily (and we HAVE) spend an entire day crying together about these two and everything related. also the fact she laughs hysterically at my Anthony joke. and the fact Justin emailed me on Ed’s gmail account out of the blue. @the rest of the world don’t try to understand, it’s between little sister & big brother❤❤❤

TEARS BRIMIN SPITE OF HERSELF, and she wonders that there’s any left to cry atall. She thought them long gone now – her friend, the sight of her child, they’ve long since consumed her now; dayshave passed, and she’s lost so much time in that state somewhere betweendreaming and awake, unable to even conjure anything happy outside of thisreality. Perhaps now the dead were no longer able to rise, she might find peacein dreaming once more; but how could she,when so many who’d followed her now rest on the other side, and no one waits to coax them home?

Features lift to survey the girl before her, and it’s anywonder that either of them are here now. There’s so much she wants to say – stick them with the pointy end, I did what you told me to do, but it wasn’t enough – and yet wordsfail her for a moment. Hazy, groggy with everything sustained in the battle,and yet the girl before her is no different; both women who’d faced their ownbattles throughout the GREAT WAR, the war that they’d thought truly they mightnever win, and somehow it’s all brought them right here to this very moment – and now, of all times, she bends the knee?

No, that won’t do. Not now.

Petite frame rises, if only to lower to her own knees beforethis girl – a girl who proclaimed herself noone, a girl who will have legends and stories told about her long after theyleave this world, a princess promised tosave the dawn. A girl who has the decency to mourn people that weren’t herown to begin with, but to honor their sacrifice nonetheless; and a girl who shehopes she might one day be able to look back on and call her friend, sister even.

“Perhaps. But we couldn’t have saved the world without yours.”

Her tone is gentle now, but fingertips of a bandaged handcatch at the bowed chin before her, guiding that small face up until their eyesmeet. Head shaking, Daenerys doesn’t hesitate with her next words.

THIS    WAS    A    HALLUCINATION  !    it    couldn’t    be    steve.    steve    was    dead,    ship    never    to    be    found.     this    couldn’t    be    steve,    it    couldn’t    be    steve.    NO,    NO,    NO,    or     one    of    stark’s    new    inventions,    he    always    talked    about    holograms    and    tech    like    that.     maybe    this    was    to    put    in    a    museum,    ❝  very    funny,    stark,    you    fooled    me!    come    out!  ❞

          ‘      you’re here f’ the weapon,    then?     ’      it’s still    -    so odd.    for years,    gendry had thought he’d never see her again.      the twins,    that was where the brotherhood had wanted t’ her last,     the red wedding.     for months,   years,   gendry’s held out hope that maybe she’d survive     —     if anyone were t’,   it’d be arya,    he’d thought:    stubborn and determined,   but quiet,   as if speakin’ ‘em aloud would make it true that she’s gone now,    she won’t come back,   and s’ all ‘cause o’ him    —    and who would’ve thought?    all those damned prayers    -   no.    not quite prayers.   pleas,   maybe.    hope.     -    and she’s right there,   n’ flesh and blood and everythin’.      s’ like one o’ those things where he remembers the brotherhood used t’ make its members do,   see into the light,   lad,    they would say,   and the lord o’ light will show the way.     magic,   all o’ them.    nothin’ but damning tricks.

          s’ she a trick right now?      —    the handle he’s made are once again bein’ put into the forge    -    it needs a bit more reheatin’,    then they’d be able t’ shape it better.        ‘      i ain’t got it with me yet,    but it’ll be done.     ’      he tells    -    direct,   quick to th’ point.    she looks like a proper lady now,    gendry can’t help but t’ speak like he’s facin’ one.    then again,   she is.   a proper lady,   that is.    a sister of a king.    and what is he?    just a damned forgotten bastard seconds-away from bein’ sacrificin’ like some lamb.    quit it,   he tells himself,   sneakin’ a glance,   because    -   arya’s different.    always had been.    she was your first true friend,   idiot.      /      from gendry for @lcgendaris !