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"That right? And what do you reckon that is, ey?"

Henry's unexpected. Perhaps he's a sword on him, sure, but he's more a bloody hammer... Or better yet -- and God damn him! -- a morningstar, bludgeoning, and a barb to the face.

Eyeing Erik, he would loom as though perhaps everything the man that he has long ought to be.

How interesting. And what is Erik, Erik of Moravia, pray tell, even in all of his agony supposed to even be? Well, something ravenous, he had imagined, ever bestial as the orphan that would bear its fangs, but as he would eye him now from his young lord's ramparts? Offensive. In the rain, he would look -- my word -- as though but a shorn and weeping half of a born-sick love. Biopsied, Erik stands like a fell Reaper in the drudgery, the skies spitting, clouds thundering, and the gold of Henry's torchflame frail in those eyes. The things that father'd shared of this so traitorous wound...

@walkpathe says ❝ never lie to me. never betray me. ❞

A MORE ILLUSTRIOUS AND SIMULTANEOUSLY UNLIKELY GATHERING HAD RARELY BEEN SEEN IN WESTEROS BEFORE ; with the water gardens quietly burbling in the backdrop , plans and discussions are floating between the attendees of this first of , undoubtedly , many secret meetings . the Spider had successfully scattered its strings , now sitting at the center of the web , fat and satisfied , whilst the Queen of Thorns seems to feel right at home between the cacti as her new prickly companions . he can sense Prince Doran's unhappiness at the presence of the Ironborn within his sacred gardens and finds he cannot fault the man . though neutral with one another for the past centuries , rumours and deep - seated resentment remains - and he feels the old man's eyes upon himself wherever he goes .

with the hour growing late and the Ironborn's promise to retreat to their ships to spend the night , Maron is quite content to excuse himself ; one last jest shared with the Lady Olenna , a polite nod towards their host . . . and it isn't until he's out of earshot and sight , walking towards the darkening path to the coast , that he notices a familiar shadow slip into the way . he'd recognise her in the dark by now . small surprise after the weeks they had spent aboard his ship to get her back home .

brows arch at a dainty hand settling flat upon his chest to stop him in his tracks and the sweet singsong of her voice reaches him - quietly , almost a whisper . and she coaxes a smile from him ; brazen amusement shining in his eyes . " never , huh ? " how easy it would be to simply agree . relent to that urge to please her , place the world at her feet and do whatever she commands . . . god knows he wouldn't be the first man to fall hopelessly for Arianne's charm and beauty . if only there wasn't so much at stake . " you unfortunately are putting me at an impasse here , princess . see , if I promised to never betray you . . . I'd be lying . and I'm not supposed to do that now , am I ? "

*  entreaty from neil josten, @j0esten.

jason hadn't quite thought it all necessary. he had said to kenneth before the rounds had started that the romans weren't particularly in the sort of position, socially or professionally, to demand this of their new recruits. that was besides the point that they — or jason really — were a little desperate to have their new line sorted by the end of the month. it wasn't looking good for the team, who had a track record of attracting nearly double the number of potentials. now it was under twelve, and had the fox not been ridiculous enough to accept the invitation to a wolf's den, it would feel even more dire.

at least one champion-to-be was here, which had initially gotten jason's hopes up. but with each passing second that he fell under kenneth's hovering shadow, jason's grimace grew longer and more dread-induced by the second. stepping in neil's line of sight meant he could block away jason's apologetic looks. and blocking jason meant their captain would be convinced, kenneth would run neil out of town the way he had the other ten recruits.

not good enough, not right enough. he'd kept saying. it was time to see if neil was any different than the line of losers hanging their heads. (he remembered this much too, hazy as his memory was of days bygone though he couldn't be sure neil remembered too: he had been there, just that once, the first match between the ravens and the foxes when kevin day had turned coat.)

❛ there's time to hurt you more yet. ❜  his voice was clipped, but his stare was relaxed and unfazed. ❛ we're not done, there's another trial left. ❜ he wasn't in exy gear himself, but sported something close to what their coach would wear; a lean jacket with the roman's wolf logo, a cap he'd stolen from jorgen, and a whistle that had become the day of judgement trumpet for the failed recruits now watching neil with anticipation. ❛ they say you're one of the fastest in the ncaa, is that right? it's only fair i make you race the fastest girl in this sport too. ❜

"You underestimate my opinion of your philosophy." Lews said with a small shake of his head, something thoughtful flickering in his eyes. Walking into this room was like walking into the confines of Elan's mind. That was something that he hadn't been able to do for quite sometime. "I would enjoy to come to your lecture and maybe afterwards we might talk...?" The question mark came after a heartbeat and the invitation, the plea perhaps, hung in the air between them. Like we used to it seemed to be the words unspoken between them and he wondered how long it would be until Elan disapproved of it.

         THE OPEN-EDGE OF THE BLADE.   snip,    the velvet ribbon cuts in two with crisp finality.    the mannequin posed before her is bare and almost demure in its state of undress.    draping the netting around the canvas upholstery,    grey considers the falls of the fabric.    silent contemplation as the farooq-lane attempts to maintain that zipped-up composure.   there is something corporate about her,    neat and tidy and smoothed of all personality.    it is a shame;    her bone structure was quite pleasing to the eye.   the scissor's in the fashion student's hand are spun in her grip,    fingers through loops.    it's clear she is deft with this silver instrument.    

         ❛   you are only going to find reminders of him here.    ❜   weapon in hand like a warning,    she has wielded the tool like a dagger in the past but today she had no such intentions.   she begins trimming at the hemline as the other woman hazards a few more steps into the workroom.   ❛   i just thought i would stop beating around the bush about it,    carmen.    ❜  it was not exactly common knowledge what had happened to nathan,    or rather what nathan had done but grey was nosy.    not only was she nosy but she had been a story herself before coming to yale so she read up on all the other tales she could.    

         ❛   you can't bury siblings just like that...    even when they're dead    ━    as long you live you're carrying pieces of him around.    ❜   big talk from the eldest child of an estranged trifecta.    it was not that grey did not love her sisters,    she did so with a frightening ferocity,    yet it was for that reason specifically she kept part from them.    

𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜— 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚒’𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

Alas, the expression on her face is, if not for a brief, fleeting moment, akin to one of a deer caught in headlights. Eyes wide, red blood lips parting slightly, and she freezes her moment. Clearly, considering the proposal the other put forth, neither of the parties involved expected to find someone else present.

Grant was left with a confused look on his face when Lex stormed off. Ellie gave him look before getting up from the table to go after Hammond’s granddaughter. Alan put his hands up a bit in further confusion of what he’d said wrong exactly as he looked over to the only other person left for help. Of course it had to be Malcolm but his comment was actually not as bad as Alan had expected, if not a little sarcastic sounding.

don’t be so hard on yourself.