#despondence

[berriesandcherry]

He turned to check on Daenaera again, she had grown quiet, and Daenaera was never quiet. She was pulling parts of her hair, they had done her hair in the way she hated again, the tight, modest but elegant bun that was popular nowadays thanks to the Stormlanders. In their weather it might be very useful, it avoided the hair from getting too wet or too tangled. Quite frankly, it looked dumb in court. It was weird, he was sure her ladies would know by now how much she hated it. He had warn Cassandra, he had told her to accommodate. He had told her he would take action if she did not. He knew Cassandra was the leader of whatever group of ladies hated Daenaera.  “Daenaera, I believed you said you hated such hairstyles.” Instantly her maids tensed, all except for Cassandra. He grit his teeth at it, her arrogance to not even worry. The other two looked everywhere but behind them where the king was glowering at them. Lady Baratheon had grown warm in her spot at court. Too much for his liking. Maybe it was because soon, Baela would leave once Alyn came back. Maybe it was because Daenaera wouldn’t tell him if she was bothering her. “It’s—” Daenaera’s nose wrinkled as she pulled another strand. “It’s better for riding, your grace.” Cassandra intervened “We would hate for our queen to suffer the detangling by Lady Clarice. Nowadays it seems she lost her soft touch befitting a highborn lady. But I suppose her crib was closer to the mud anyway. It happens to many second sons and their daughters” He was a fourth son. Had she forgotten?

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[dicedragonjo]

Hey I just wanted to say LUaW is still my favorite McHanzo fic. Period. I went back and reread it recently, and it’s just so amazing and gives me really intense feelings. It’s very inspiring. 💕 All of your work is incredible; thanks so much for sharing what you do.

You’re so kind, thank you very very much. 

(And I am actually planning to update pretty soon!)

[despondenceau]

DESPONDENCE WEBCOMIC

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[berriesandcherry]

Baela and Jace Alyn and Baela

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He stood and dressed himself before leaving the room for the deck. He sat there, drawing Caraxes under the cold morning sun. His father was also young when he married but he never had a child until his late twenties. His grandfather was younger but none of them were twelve. Aegon was twelve when he handled the Winter Fever, he heard the stories, his brother had held the hand of every sick child and woman, he tended every man and never got sick. He smiled at that. Aegon never smiled, they called him The Broken, as he had only been seen smiling once since the ending war, that time was however when he saw his now wife, Daenaera Velaryon for the first time. Would he smile warmly at him too? What of Baela and Rhaena?

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Daemon and Rhaenyra with their sons (Aegon III—left— and Viserys III—right)

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“Larra, look—they sugarcoated them for us!” He burst through the door before she could fully compose herself. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, forcing her face into something like a smile. The thought of food turned her stomach, but how could she refuse him? He had gone to fetch the grapes himself, calling them their dessert—though it had never been. He only believed so because she had fed them to him during their wedding feast, and he had remembered. Gods, he remembered everything. She sighed and leaned against the window again. “Good. We might as well have a treat for surviving our savior,” she said dryly. Viserys only laughed, unbothered by her tone. He popped a grape into his mouth and sat cross-legged on the floor beside her cat. Nyr stretched, purring as his small hands stroked her fur. The name, of course, had been his idea. He named everything he loved, even the things that weren’t his. She still wondered where he got the name. Maybe it was another stupid westerosi tale or some goddess, some ghost, some dragon he dreamed of becoming. She hoped it wasn’t a tragedy.

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