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"I'm starting to think you break these bikes on purpose just to see me," aiden teased, wiping her hands with a towel. She wasn't going to admit that she loved coming to this place to hang out and work on the beautiful bikes. She only had a few chances before. Now since meeting Harwin, it seemed like she had even more chances. "I guess I shouldn't complain. You're making my bike resume pretty great." She playfully tossed a towel at him, smiling widely. "If you wanted a date, you could have asked without having to hire me."

[shireentheunburnt]

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[drakonivs]

SHE’S SEEN this scene in a hundred episodes, in ever single law & order spin off and csi rerun, blonde girl abandoned on some shitty half lit alley with loading docks and half open garages on each side. soon it would cut to black and then to her conveniently dead body being found by some newly traumatized baldor delivery man attempting to offload a pallet of milk come morning. reaching into her pocket her fingers close around the phone inside it, debating for a second if she should call for daemon. he’d said to keep her phone off.

‘ asshole. ’ rhaenyra mumbles under her breath, pulling her coat tighter around herself as she makes her way toward the end of the alley. he’d slipped into one of the doors, but she couldn’t be sure which, and despite her best attempts to quiet it, the voice in the back of her head told her not to try and guess which one, just keep her head down and make her way around the corner.

she’d only intended to find a more lit area, perhaps duck into some corner store and take her phone out there, instead she finds a familiar face. for a moment she struggles to place a name to the face, more out of surprise than unfamiliarity. to be in daemon’s presence so often was to be in the presence of the men he knew as well. as of late, just as when she had been a child, she finds much of her time spent with him. 

‘ strong! ’ calling out to him she swallows thickly before taking hurried steps toward him, ‘ where’s my uncle? where’s daemon? ’

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[bcbliophile]

@breakbcnes moved for the new editor X

“So you and Rhaenyra keep telling me, but I suppose disappointing sex is the price I pay for only dating people who don’t ask questions, like where do you work? Why are you covered in blood? Where were you all night?” The list went on and on, but it was the price they paid for the life they lived. Keeping someone around just to scratch an itch was easier than the hoops they would have to jump through in order to be accepted by the family, she had yet to meet anyone worthy of that. “Jason is rather scared of you-- it’s comical how he scurries away like the cockroach he is when you come around.”

Harwin was an honorable man-- a good man much like his father and while her own father had not appreciated that, she did and she knew Rhaenyra and Daemon did as well. “you know-- you are here as a guest, not a bodyguard, I don’t believe it would kill you to relax” he looked like a statue to her and Alicent would prefer the guests all enjoy themselves, him included. 

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Toes scrape across the floor where her feet swing in the chair beside her brother's bed. Harwin's been asleep for days, and the Maester swears that he is alright, that as long as he continues to cough up the thick, sticky black, it means that he will heal and not choke on it.

Abrogail is not so sure.

Ravens have been sent. To Larys. To the small council. She does not know if they've heard back yet - the Maester tells her, when she asks in her very best Lady's voice - that a raven to king's landing takes time to get there and return, but he promises to inform her as soon as they hear back.

Uncle Simon approves of her help, giving her things to do when she does not sit with Harwin. She sends a raven to the Princess Rhaenyra on her own with the Maester's help. Harwin is fond of her, her sworn shield, or at least, he once was. Even if the Queen does not like her very much, and they all say mean things about one another.

The raven has not returned from Dragonstone either.

They found Papa the day before. Uncle Simon did not let her see, but held her when she cried. Still, Harwin slept, and they said they'd wait to send him on the boat because it was Harwin's duty to launch the arrow for the funeral, she insisted, coughing up her own black stickiness but it was not nearly as bad.

So now she sits, still by her brother's bed, praying to the Old Gods and the Seven to please let him wake up. Wake up and be her brother, and to not leave too. To not let the fire claim him. When he jerks upon the bed, gasping and coughing as he looks around, Abrogail jerks out of her own chair, reaching for his arm before stopping herself. She was not to touch - his arms were bandaged as he was inured.

"Harwin?" she asks, in a shaky voice that carries, for she hears Uncle Simon out in the hall, ordering the guards to retrieve the maester. She clears her throat, remembers that she must be the Lady now, and be calm, even when she just wants to throw herself back in his arms. "You're alright now, they're getting the Maester. They said you breathed in too much smoke and hurt yourself."

[zobriezaldrizes]

❝look, i get that i'm your baby boy or whatever...but you need to stop treating me like a kid, I'm almost 18.❞ hazel eyes looked between his parents on the couch opposite him, hands nervously fiddling with the hem of his sleeves. ❝you need to give me more freedom, take away my curfew and let me go to parties.❞

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[perzysazma]

❝are you aware of the danger you're putting yourself in with your intercourse with the princess?❞ Lyonel was concerned, for his son's safety and for what it would mean if it came out that he was the father of her children and not ser Laenor. ❝not just yourself, but the princess and her sons. and our house.❞ he wish he had suggested to Viserys that he should have bethrothed Harwin and Rhaenyra, but he had held his tongue.

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[kizhavvorsa]

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If there was one thing that Dany couldn’t stand was violence. Growing up in a violent household most of her life with just her and her brother, it made her the primary target when it came to the release of frustration. But there was just something tonight that told her enough was enough, she needed to get out of there before it was too late, so she packed everything she had into a suitcase and the money that she saved up and left in the night when she knew her brother would be home late. Taking a few buses she ended up outside a bar trying to figure out what her next steps were before being surrounded by three men, swiftly telling them to do one before she felt the need to get feisty. But men like this never got the hint, they enjoyed heckling a damsel in distress, with tear stained cheeks she pushed one of them away from her, it was hard to put up a fight with her small stature, it didn’t do her any favours.