#scriptorxfabularum

It was a seedy town in Highever that the young assassin had found himself in. Questionable ale with even more questionable patronage, it honestly was just his kind of place. Hence why he found himself sufficiently drunk in a corner, back to the wall, feet on the table, doodling on a scrap of parchment paper. It was arguably worse than usual, given his current inebriated state but he didn't really give a shit.

At least, not until someone walking by managed to spill some ale on it and him.

"Ay! Y'mind?" He could feel his temper flare, despite the insult being accidental.

The other man just leered, entirely unapologetic. "Whad'ya gonna do about it?" he slurred.

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@scriptorxfabularum ;; ;; golden girls meme (still accepting) ❝ Not all of my dreams are sexual! Sometimes I dream about food. ❞ ~Dean (I saw this sentence first, and I couldn't help myself)

She isn't sure if he can tell, but her body is shaking with adrenaline and anxiety, something she tries to maintain and control the best she can to no avail. However, it isn't enough to stop her from trying to help him with his wounds. Although there is no doubt she is tense and quiet unlike normal. Even as she messes with the wraps for the bandages for his shoulder, trying to make sure the wound doesn't get infected.

Lyna is focused, not letting anyone distract her, even Zevran. Usually she is smiling and talking with him, but instead she's become closed away, her heart pounding in her chest, worried about him. The wound is not infected. It's healing just fine, but yet... it was a close call.

"stop being a coward and say it to my face." she's slightly out of breath from running across the courtyard after seeing him. her arms cross over her chest as it heaves, her hair flying around her face with frizz and the wind.

"I need to hear you say it."

     IT'S BEEN A CONSTANT BACK & FORTH in her mind of debating whether or not to call them. rayne knows the news is going to cause a stir, but she doesn't think it'll be anything bad. angela loves to hear from her considering she's three hundred and fifty miles away, and everyone adores gem without question. nonetheless, it's a struggle to bring herself to pick up the phone with two huge things to drop on them.      gem himself has been nothing but encouraging to her, making sure she remembers that the entire rizzoli clan ( inclusive of maura and vince, of course ) love and support her no matter what. all she has to do is tell them. then there's the gentle reminder that waiting until she goes home for thanksgiving and springing it on them in a few weeks will make it an even bigger deal than if they're aware of it beforehand.

     after over a week of fighting with herself, rayne finally picks up the phone when the apartment is quiet. while gem is visiting his mom and sister for the weekend to tell them the news and give rayne the space to do what she needs to do without feeling pressured.

"That's a relief because I too prefer me with both of my hands." Daenerys joked with him flexing her fingers of both hands to emphasize her point. It was a silly situation all over, but she was trying to make the best of it with him. He was messing with her now and she did enjoy that they could lighten the mood after talk of the Kingslayer and her hand bleeding all over the place. It was adorable how he tried to say she was incapable of changing her own bandages for how she broke her wine glass when he told her the news. "I think I can handle some bandages though, if my king finds me lacking I will be a good subject and listen." She laughed with him once more matching this sudden playful mood of his.

There had been a lot of time that she was left to her own devices while she worried over him in battles. She had thought about the future and what she would want once the war had been won and she couldn't imagine anything without him by her side. Though there was always the worry that he may send her away after expressing such to him. He was still her king and could even use her as a piece for a marriage contract if he wanted. Her Robb wouldn't do that to her though, he cared for her too much.

@scriptorxfabularum​ sent: ❛what do people around here do to have some fun?❜ ~Matilde for Fish from:  🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.  

Fish Lecter looked up, plucking her earphone out of her ear. The true crime podcast she was listening to kept going with no one listening. Tilting her head, she examined the young woman who was talking to her. She was rather pretty in a mischievous kind of way, with her pointy nose and blue eyes. And clearly she was bold, just talking to someone she had never met before. Luckily, Fish was a rather social teenager. 

“In Baltimore?” she said, before nonchalantly taking a sip out of her Starbucks sparkly pink cup (filled to the brim with blood), “well, the aquarium is nice. It’s my favorite thing to do around here.”

She smelled odd. Fish’s sense of smell was a lot sharper now, and there was definitely something wrong with this woman. In fact, she... almost smelled like her. Fish couldn’t help but scrunch up her nose briefly.