Written Destiny

❝ so, how old are you really ? ❞ star & david!

David had to think about this question as he walked beside her on the beach, away from the crowded broadwalk, it had been awhile since he thought about birthdays but he knew he had been a vampire for 80 years now. He licked his lips and looked down at her.

“ holy shit. ” a chuckle, loud, awed slips from her mouth before she could stop herself. she didn’t know what she was expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. “ so you’ve seen… everything… ” both time and what she was hoping places. “ have you guys always been in santa carla ? how did you get turned? who turned you? ”

"Grew up in San Fran, but lived in Santa Carla for most of our undead lives." He said as his mind raced on how they were turned and who. "His name was Vlad, he had come over on a cargo ship, it came into the harbour and there was no crew on board. He had obviously killed them but a ghost ship was something no-one expected."

His eyes flickered out into the ocean, flashes of memories coming to mind. "I thought i had killed him and he had a ton of gold coins on him, so we took brought horses and came down here, decided to get a room at the fanciest resort in California. Long story short he was alive, pcked up off one by one and turned us, the rest is history."

i am allowed to take breaks.

i am allowed to say no.

i am allowed to delete asks and threads.

i am allowed to retire characters.

i am allowed to breathe.

the king was confused, his violet eyes drifting over the empty hall. helaena already spoke in riddles ── every word cryptic and vague. now, it appeared he was to endure it further. the woman before him was not helaena, but rather a mere bastard. she had come alongside lord larys, clinging to his side, or was it he who clung to her?

❝ hm, another one who babbles nonsense and riddles i presume? ❞ there was surely an ounce of truth to her statement. the red keep held many secrets, including several passageways and tunnels. he knew of a few himself, but had barely scratched the surface. no living man, nor woman, knew of them all.

Alys was an acquired taste, she knew that. She played on it, people moving away when she walked by, scared to even get close to the witch. It gave her a power, more then anything a bastard would be allowed.

She preferred the burnt and decrypted halls of Harrenhall. It was her home, she grew up there, in the Godwoods but the Lord Larys had called for her after his father and brother tragically die.

"There is nothing nonsense about what I am saying My King." She says as she stands in front of him, her hands clasped infront of him as she stared into his vibrant eyes.

long ago he had become rather accustomed to riddles of the sort. for helaena spouted the same nonsense. he dared not to question the ramblings of his sister ── merely coming to terms with her mysterious nature.

however, helaena bore a certain innocence . . . something this woman appeared to lack. it was difficult to pinpoint exactly what, or to shake away the profound sense of dread which trailed behind the strong bastard. nevertheless she was no helaena.

her statement was seemingly laced with malice ── a further stark contrast to his sweet sister. aegon's brows furrowed in confusion all the more.

She mostly stole the sheep but every so often when Aegon gave her some gold dragons, she would buy the sheep. Spending more money on Sheepstealer then herself.

She turned back around and jogged a few steps before resting her head against the dragon with the undershot jaw; who had finished eating and turned his head towards her.

his eyes flickered from the beast to the young girl. never had he presumed she possessed an ounce of valyrian blood. for her hair was not the familiar shade of silver-gold. alas his nephews, having neither features of a valyrian, each bonded to a dragon.

the dragon appeared rough ── a far cry from his sunfyre. surely it was older, at least that was the prince's assumption. its scales were brown . . . or appeared so.

❝ you fed it sheep? that was all it truly took? feeding it sheep? ❞ swiftly he noted it's jaw, more than certain it was neither a dragon from the pit, nor one of the dragonmont. according to rumor, three wild dragons inhabited dragonstone.

"I mean it wasn't like 'here's a sheep now we are bonded,' it took me bringing him sheep every day over weeks and months before I could even get close to him." She turned her head to look at him and nodded.