#strfalling

    when your daughter has been shot, your niece has been killed, and you’re on the verge of a civil war, you want a friend to confide in. unfortunately for elia martell, she doesn’t have very many friends. her brothers, her confidantes since childhood, are in mourning; she had already sat with them, providing what little comfort she could. but now she needed comfort.

    arthur dayne wasn’t exactly a friend - not anymore. but somehow she found herself on his doorstep, two to-go cups from the diner in her hands. “hey,” she said, the word seeming to echo. “got time to talk? i brought milkshakes.” and she held out one of the cups, an uncertain peace offering.