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@hexsreality asked ; A throne won in blood will soon be drenched in it.

"bloodshed is inevitable. if it weren't for a throne, it would be for some other cause. small fights and large occur throughout the kingdoms all the time." a climbing death toll wouldn't be enough to make those with a claim to said throne rethink their actions now. what were those deaths for if the cause they died for is abandoned before it reaches its inevitable conclusion? a wry smile offered, hand falling to rest on the pommel of his sword. "a throne drenched in blood is still a throne."

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@braedazmaperzys asked ; [ PIN ]:     sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together. ( braedazmaperzys )

sword had already clattered to the floor moments before he followed after it, the weight of her pressing down onto him before he has the opportunity to scramble for the hilt of his weapon. laughter echoes through the room as his head gently falls back against the floor, chest rising and falling rapidly and gaze fixed upon aelyssa. if he's supposed to be upset about his loss, he's clearly missed that message, nothing more than amusement dancing across his features. "perhaps you should be taking charge over daeron's lessons, lyssa."

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@braedazmaperzys asked ; ❛ i like to keep you on your toes, dearest gwayne, constant anxiety does wonders for the complexion. ❜ ( braedazmaperzys )

"i shall remember you said that the next time you try to scold me and i imagine you won't appreciate it." a shake of his head, attempting and failing to keep the traces of a smile from his lips. "i did nothing to deserve your retaliation this time, daeron will agree."

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@braedazmaperzys asked ; ❛ i am greedy for the sight of you. ❜ ( braedazmaperzys )

"of course you are. i hear i'm quite pleasant to look at." the jest comes easily as he closes the distance between them, hands reaching out to catch hold of hers before he's even within arm's length of her. once his fingers catch around her hand he lifts it gently, head dipping to press a soft kiss to her knuckles, drawing her in closer. any weariness from travelling has already been forgotten, in favour of doting on his wife. a much more worthy use of his time than sleeping. "i have missed you."

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@highfyre asks ; ❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

"i know." a hand reaches over to land on top of hers, giving a brief squeeze, as he sits down beside her and offers what is intended as a reassuring smile. "you know you do not always have to worry, as well. i tell you the important things."

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@rejectory asks ; ∗ o5﹕ criston comforts gwayne in the aftermath of a nightmare .

the makeshift camp has long since fallen silent with the onset of night. he'd lain in the silence for a minute or so after first waking from dreams that were filled with death and fire and images that some would consider ill–omens. silence can be stifling, though, and his mind won't settle back to allow him to sleep any time soon.

the hightower ducks his head as he steps from the tent, quiet steps carrying him to criston, left on watch for this portion of the night. company is what he seeks, some distraction, a conversation, yet the first words he offers are, "i'll take over, if you wish."

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@thelittlestrcse asks ; " sit down before you fall down. "

"i do not need to sit. i just need a moment." despite the dismissive words, a hand reaches out to the nearest surface to steady himself as a low groan passes from his lips.

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@fallesto asked ; ❛ i know you think me mad, but i have seen miracles. ❜ (Cole)

the encroaching darkness is kept at bay with the fire before them, along with the scattering of smaller flames in lamps to light their temporary camp. the days of riding have caused deep aches within muscles and an even deeper desire to return home where hot baths might wait, rather than a splash of cold water that's only enough to clean off the very worst of the blood and grime. war is not meant to be an attractive prospect, or else they would be waged constantly, but he didn't think he'd find a fallen tree a more comfortable seat than his saddle quite so quickly.

"i hope you do not intend to inspire other men with words of miracles. i think they will find them little comfort if you do." fingers rub at the back of his neck, easing the muscles, before glancing across to cole. "i don't imagine they will want to follow a commander who speaks of miracles. we will likely need more than one miracle eventually but we pretend otherwise."