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rich people: golly i just canāt do anything right huh, shucks!Ā
everyone: you could properly distribute your wealth then die
some vibes while i work on rebooting
anyways a friendly reminder that the reason that gendry has no romantic relationships or repeated sexual experiences in the 8+ years between aryaās disappearance and her reentering his life is NOT that heāsĀ āwaiting for herāĀ or harboring romantic love for herĀ ---Ā itās because heās extremely emotionally closed-off, a self-isolationist, and a demi/graysexual who experiences levels of sex-repulsion.
pure, & i mean that:Ā her hair touching my arm as she sleeps. imagine feeling that safe. i can.Ā i do. the terror of all times stops, the night freezes. she shifts quietly but doesnāt wake.Ā
soft midnight breathing like a blue hammock, paradisiacal. everything evil becomes bearable.
& i think, iāve loved you the wholeĀ of my life, which isnāt possible,Ā my life only started when i loved you,Ā which is.
in modern, the brotherhood is based out of a building owned by beric --- inherited by thoros, since beric is legally dead. the garage is beside it and the street entrance to the bar leads into the buildingās basement. the building itself is small, undeniably sh*tty apartments that the brotherhood rents out at low rates to those in need. half of the top floor serves as theĀ āorphanageā, home to children whoāve been abandoned there, failed by the system, or orphaned by crime / violence ( some by the brotherhood itself ). the brothers are mostly veterans and some ex-convicts, some work at the garage and maintain the building while others seems to do nothing but sit at the bar by day / dissappear by night. officially the group collects off of the garage, the bar, and the rentals ; but in truth thoros / bericās altriusm results in none of the businesses being particularly profitable. the garage makes a little money, the bar breaks even, but the rentals are always a loss. in reality what keeps them ( not very securely ) in the black is the brotherhoodās real work : as vigilantes working forĀ ādonationsā and as fences for goods theyāve lifted from the rich / corrupt, and later as gunrunnersĀ ---Ā though this scheme is conducted as a means to infiltrate wider criminal networks to serve the intelligence interests of their new leader after the finalĀ ādeathā of beric, and thoros subsequent descent into grief and back deep into the bottle.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā THE BOY IS CRUDE AS NEW STEEL
ā how did we live through it and how are we still living? ā from lwbrn :)))
it doesnāt happen often with him. or maybe she doesnāt spend enough time here in bed with him, listening to the soft sound of his breathing turning into muffled angry terrified shouting. itās harrenhal, she thinks. itās the smell of blood and piss and death. the sound of children screaming and women begging and men crying. or maybe itās the fire and the smell of burning flesh. maybe itās all of it.Ā
she wraps her skinny arms around him, all hard muscle tensed for fight or flight, and he jerks against her but she only holds on tighter, presses her body against his, small as she is. hopes the pressure helps.Ā
and it does. his arms wrap around her too, strong and solid. she sinks her fingers into his thick, dark hair. how did we live through it and how are we still living? he mumbles it, sounding lost and almost furious, against her collarbone, and she pulls back just enough to look at his face in the half-dark.Ā
Ā Ā Ā ā we lived because we were lucky. because we had each other, and we were lucky to have each other. āĀ Ā we still have each other. she canāt say it aloud. saying even this much comes out choking and strained.Ā
instead she says,Ā Ā ā weāre still living because thatās all there is left to do. ā
POETRY / accepting.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā THE BOY IS CRUDE AS NEW STEEL