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the kingsglaive were made up of the nations most skilled, agile warriors all fighting for the king, but they had no other choice, most of their homes had been destroyed in wars and had left them alone and desperate, forcing them to back themselves into a corner, the citadel, Insomnia, the center of their nation and forced to fight for the king the SAME king who-due to the gods’ hands-couldnt fight for all his people. couldnt fight and win at least

the kingsglaive were forced to enlist, forced in the way that when you’re left with two roads one being a brick wall the other, stable ground but littered with overgrown thorns and snakes, your not going to tear down the wall. not by yourself you cant. you have to take the painful road in that sense. one day you can grow strong, make allies and tear down the wall together but the way back will hurt just as much as it did the first time

the kingsglaive were loyal to their king in the way a dog follows its new owner after watching their mother get shot. the hands that cradle me are soaked in unfathomable blood and its still warm. i can feel my fathers blood seeping into my knees. but they cradle me.

were any member of the kingsglaive to die, an honorable death of course, remembered only by the ones who will fall right after. remembered only by those wearing the same black garbs wielding the same magic that only courses through their viens. magic that isnt theres to have, to even dream about. what is taken will be rightfully returned. its fate. its balance.

nyx served with loyalty in order to repay a debt but when is that debt fulfilled? when hes dead? whens the kings dead? when the last patch of dirt is laid over your father’s grave? he owed the king so little and gave everything. he couldve been king, sitting amongst those of old if it werent for the destruction of his home, the shortcomings of the king, the discrimination of anyone who was born there instead of right here. the gods listened to him, he deserved a seat in that throne.

... Broadway.

...... Lexington.

Queens, Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhatten, Lexington, Broadway, and a river: the five boroughs of New York

... Broadway.

...... Lexington.

I used to use Google docs, but the white mode only was really annoying me (tires my eyes), so I swapped to Ellipsus (which I genuinely love and recommend), but it was bothering me a bit that I need wifi in order to use it, so now I switched to LibreOffice Writer, which I do like.

It very much has a Microsoft Word feel, but is open source and you need no accounts to use it. It's local on your device, so no AI can scan it, and no wifi is needed.

Highlights include:

For your first two years (when you were small) you lived in a foster home with people who raised you into a very polite young man. Two is like you plus me, that's what two is.

Some people adopted you before me and they called you Timmy (which is a stupid name) and they returned your ass almost immediately because you were so annoying at that age.

Like think about how annoying you are right now at seven years old, but way worse.

I'm better than them though, I don't call you Timmy and I wore earplugs to bed for three years because you love to scream at bedtime. Earplugs are like when I roll over and go back to sleep even when you are yelling so so so loud.

I got you at a time in my life when I was really sick (being sick is like when I'm up late because I'm throwing up and you are a very handsome good boy who sits with me) and they had to put me asleep for a procedure. A procedure is like what happened to you when they put you asleep and took your balls away.

AFTERPARTY AT GOLD'S PLACE

EITHER GAY TOWER IS FINE