#stormsrage

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"I wear armor when I get into fights!" Tytos exclaimed, eyes wide with rage. "And I've been trained to fight! Tell me - Who. Hurt. You?"

The young woman turned her head slightly, ashamed.

“Nothing, m’lord, I made a terrible choice in walking into the yard and a practice sword walloped me, hilt side. I wasn’t looking.” The squire had ‘apologized’ to Claryssa, but in the way that one apologizes when they weren’t actually sorry. It wasn’t worth the conflict. Her uncle had much better to do than worry about a baseborn relative. “I’ll ask the maester to look at it when he’s not busy.”

This wasn’t good enough for him.  He needed to make sure that the young man who’d hit her was truly sorry for what he’d done.  There was no excuse for not paying attention when women were around. Stannis huffed as he took the young woman’s face in his hand, moving to the right and left, rubbing his finger over the bruised part, his head shaking.

        that run was horrid. instead of just the dead ones to run into, there were other scavengers instead. pace wanted nothing more than to get home to alej &&. it was the fear of failing that ideal that pushed himself forward to get through all of this. but they were relentless.

        all the time in between then &&. now was one massive blur. he doesn’t even register once he is back home, perched on the edge of their couch, supporting himself against his knees. nor does he hear the question as it rests on the open air or her frantic behavior as she rushes to his side. he’s simply lost to the abyss that opened beneath his feet &&. swallowed him whole.

        muddy green hues drift lazily to her form next to him; gripping tight to her hand after a few missed heartbeats or two; fingers threading through her own with a small shake of the head. ❝ no one. i took care of them. ❞ or at least he thinks. who else would this blood belong to besides him &&. those that lay dead in some ditch somewhere?

        this world is so loud honestly. she doesn’t get it. how anyone could make it in a world where things flew in the sky &&. raced on the ground was well beyond her. she just felt…. afraid. like there was no escaping this place.

        after mother &&. father both disowned her, she fled to this place &&. she has regretted every single second of it. had she known then what she had known now, she wouldn’t have chosen to come here. she would have chosen to live in exile on the outskirts of her own world. but no. jemma had a serious need to get away from everyone she knew. everyone she had come to care for. or so she thought.

        here, no one knew her for who/what she was. here, she was just another face in the crowd that didn’t get any second looks. the fae is just a gentle voice with soft spoken words. half the time no one even listens to her anyways. she’s just…. the freak. the alien. no one cared about her anyways.

        brilliant blue hues that are almost electric dance alight within the pulsating lights of the club. while the outside world was loud, this was too, but it was different. she felt home almost. she felt normal here. lithe fingers push ghostly blonde locks away from her forehead, mingling with the throngs of people to get lost once more to fill the void inside.

        this was her home now. this was where she belonged. these were her people. they accepted her for who she was.

        there was just some guy. some asshole that he saw harassing someone that didn’t deserve it. he can’t remember if it was eliza, segen, aej, or anyone else, but god they didn’t deserve it either way. it was pure instinct that lead him to act in the way that he did. he tore them a new one. he remembers vague flashes of a fight, bloody knuckles, broken noses, he’s confused how he got back here in one piece.

        he just knows that clari is suddenly at his side, fussing over his bruises &&. busted lip &&. nose. pewter hues turn towards her with a cocky little grin. ❝ some asshole i practically tore limb from limb. ❞ galston knew what that did to her. besides; he was truly okay.

        oh she was seriously trying to avoid that question for her own sanity. she wishes more than anything that she had come inside through the back door at that point. but no. she waltzed in through the front door to put those bruises of hers on display to malcolm.

        brilliant emerald hues drop to fixate on the floorboards at her feet, too ashamed to look her psuedo-uncle in the eye like this. the clear finger indentations around her throat burned &&. she just wanted to go lay down for a bit. but he wouldn’t let her leave without any explanation &&. she didn’t want to rat someone out to him for almost fear of her own life once he took care of them.

        ❝ nobody, okay? some mouthbreather just didn’t like “no” for an answer &&. got mad at me. ❞ which wasn’t a complete lie. but it wasn’t the truth either. she just doesn’t want him to worry like he does with everything. ❝ can i just go to my room now? please. ❞

*snugs*