You make my heart go skittle skattle
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You make my heart go skittle skattle
House Waterman during the Dance of the Dragons and War of the Five Kings 🛶
(bold names indicate those who have been or will be heads of the house)
Dance of the Dragons (circa 129 AC)
Notes: Beron dies during the war as one of the Winter Wolves. Neither Lady Barra nor her sister Rhae have any children, so Theomar becomes the head of the house after Barra's death, and his eldest son with Gladys inherits the title afterwards
Fun facts:
🌊 Barra and her stepmother Aeriel are about the same age, since Kyle (who sucks) marries Aeriel when she's quite young. At first they're at odds with each other, but then Kyle dies while Aeriel is pregnant, and they decide that actually fuck that guy and they're better off as friends. They pretty much raise Rhae together
@themosthatedbeingg continued from x
"I, I would be honored, your Majesty!" Sir Pentious said, his eyes large and full of emotion. Taking Lucifer's hand, he gave it a firm, enthusiastic shake before donning his hat with a wide smile.
"Please, allow me to esscort you up to the roof and I sshall ssshow you the progressss I have made thuss far!"
Dom was back in the cells. Damien had left, he was broken once again. Since returning to the cells he had barely left his bed. Not for classes, his free time, he even missed Christmas. He was in no mood for the season of 'joy'.
He couldn't keep doing this...Falling for people, trusting them, only to have them leave. He didn't want to feel broken anymore. He didn't want to feel at all.
Suddenly he sat up in his bed he had been laying in for the last month. "That's it!" he exclaimed suddenly remembering how he dealt with the trauma he received from his father. Sure drugs were hard to get here as a slave but there were plenty of men to pleasure him. Forget the pain with pleasure. No feelings. Just sex
He looked at his phone and realized it was his free time. Perfect. He got up, his legs wobbling a little, not exactly used to standing again but it didn't take too long to remember. He quickly made his way to the showers to get cleaned up before picking out an outfit that showed quite a bit of skin. Some lowcut skinny jeans that were ripped exposing his thighs and a baggy shirt he cut up into a crop top. He looked in the mirror to check himself out. He never liked what was staring back at him but at least he looked reasonably fuckable in his opinion.
Once he was satisfied he made his way out of the cells and out into what he expected to be another hot island day but was instantly hit with the chill of winter. His whole body stiffened up as he stepped into a pile of snow. "What the fuck?!" He shouted as he looked around to see a sheet of snow covering the island. "Hey you!" he shouted to a passer by "Why the fuck is there snow?! This is a tropical island isn't it?"
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Medd: and, of course, pills...