strfalling:
❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐙𝐄. ❞ the calm response comes quick. he likes he thinks he does well under these situations. able to keep his cool in the face of so much havoc. such a skill wasn’t one to be born with, but one acquired over time & maintained with practice. arthur dayne had his fair share of years perfecting it. an unfortunate thing, to be used to so much death.
❝ i haven’t spoken to doran yet, no. but i’m expecting his call. ❞ a violet gaze falls on her. personally, he wasn’t close to obara. but her death was a blow to the vipers. he could only imagine what arianne was feeling & he couldn’t begin to think about what was going through the heads of the remaining sand snakes right now. ❝ i’m sorry about obara. if there is anything you need me to do, please let me know. ❞
Her first thought upon hearing that Doran had not spoken to Arthur was something like jubilation. Her father seemed to be confiding in less and less people these days - if there was anything to talk about at all. There was nothing to say that he was doing anything at all, but slowly losing his grip on his seat. It made Arianne’s task far simpler, but she couldn’t help but feel an anger stirring in her belly. Was Obara’s life not worth doing something? If not, what hope did the rest of them have. She blew her hair out of her face and shook her head. “I think you’ll be waiting a long time for that call,” she pointed out, bitterness clouding her tone.
Did she need anything from Arthur? Arianne wasn’t sure. There were certain people Arianne trusted. People within The Vipers who were hers. Arthur wasn’t one of them. But whose was he? Doran’s? Oberyn’s? Was he the Martells’ at all? She didn’t know, and until she did, she would ask nothing of him. Nothing that mattered, at least. “Thank you,” she nodded her head in acceptance of his condolences. “We can’t let her death go unanswered for. I don’t know if my dad sees that.” She glanced at him, testing the waters, wondering if he agreed with her.














