#direwarg

[winguhiro]

“ if corrupting myself is enough to put everyone else at ease, then i will gladly take on this job . ”

[ WINGUHIRO ] independent, semi - selective, literate novella, manga based + headcanon influenced, mature themes. TAKAMI KEIGO!

a study in : flightless birds, stolen childhoods, corruption, tragic prodigies, flying too close to the sun.

direwarg : penned by daphne, 18+/MDNI, she/they, multi - muse insta ( LONGCLAWED ), discord ( DIREWOLVED ), personal tags, rules

[oathkeeping]

( @p-aladin )

MINTHARA BAENRE WAS UNSURE IF SHE WOULD EVER ADJUST TO THE OVERWORLD. The Underdark had been her home, it was her home. She would not go so far as to say that she missed her people, because missing.was such a weak emotion, and Minthara Baenre was far from weak. She would say, though, that she did crave the power she held in Menzoberranzan and she did wish that surface dwellers had just an ounce of the self control and intelligence that her people held.

Her trip Above Ground had been rooted only in curiosity about these Absolutists. The audacity they had to come to Menzoberranzan had piqued her interest, though since then her trip had been rooted in disaster. Brain parasites, filthy goblins, torture beyond measure. Memories played on repeat in her head, as the tadpole in her brain wriggled about.

Every night, she had prayed to Lolth. For strength, for power, for a memory of home. Lolth seemed to have forgotten her. Perhaps Lolth saw the weakness and patheticness in the pit of Mintharas soul, perhaps this was all a test from the spider queen. Either way, Minthara found her faith waning. It was a despicable thing, for a drow of such high birth to turn away from their goddess.

Then, as though it was a cruel mockery from some god, Minthara had been saved. She had been pulled from Moonrise Towers, by a half - elf. One that she could recognize, Dram'szin. Minthara had seen him train, decades ago it felt, and had pushed for his promotion. On the battlefield, he had been a master. Each slash, stab, punch, kick, was all carefully practiced. Watching his attacks were like watching a beautiful dance. The blood he wore after made the scene all the more entrancing. Dram'szin was talented, strong, and intelligent, for a half - breed at least.

AND YET , HE HAD LEFT HER. Dram'szin had left Minthara in Moonrise Towers once before. Minthara cursed him for his cowardice, and revered him for his self preservation. It was a bundle of complicated emotions, even if Minthara was sure she too would've left him if the roles had been reversed.

These days, Minthara had found herself in a camp of filth. Though they were better than the goblins, they were still beneath Minthara Baenre. Vampire spawn, cleric of Shar, githyanki soldier, warlock, wizard with a bomb in his chest, tiefling with a bomb in her chest... and Dram'szin. But the party was marching on Orin the Red, and Minthara wanted nothing more than to separate Orins spine from her body. That it what she told herself at least; that it was a matter of convenience, and not that she was growing weak and seeked a comfortable refuge as she adjusted to this new world.

The moon was high in the sky, and the stars were twinkling brightly. Even the nighttime was too bright for an Underdark dweller. The torches and camp fire that were constantly lit did little to help the drows dark - seeking eyes.

Freshly bathed, and wearing a fine silken nightgown, Minthara stood just outside of Dram'szin's tent. The others were nowhere to be seen, not that Minthara would ever allow them to see her so exposed. Without knocking, without announcing her arrival, Minthara pushed into the tent. Her eyes immediately landed on Dram'szin, the only remnant of her past life.

Dram'szin was not repulsive to look at. He did lack the glorious blue tinted skin of a drow, but his freshly tanned skin was not hideous. She couldn't help but notice how the sun had given him an almost honeyed complexion, a stark difference to the pale porcelain that he had been in the land without light.

“ Dram'szin. ” she spoke the name with finality, and she did not dream of calling him Dram as most people seemed to do.

Minthara had never felt a drop of nervousness. Not even when she had been locked away in Moonrise Towers, not even when Orin the Red was having her way with her. Yet, here and now, standing before Dram'szin the words got caught in Minthara's throat.

“ My hair needs to be braided. ” Dram'szin would understand, surely he would. In Menzoberranzan, Minthara had always kept her hair in many intricate braids. Courtesy of her handmaidens, of course. The last few weeks had given her a severe lack of help, and even fewer people she could trust with a tedious task such as this. Letting someone braid your hair was no small feat. It was a proclaimation of utter trust from yourself, and utter devotion and loyalty from the other. Leaving your back to someone and your neck exposed was a quick way to be quickly killed in Menzoberranzan. “ I am not seeking anything too difficult, not from your hands at least. However, I do wish for one tight braid, and you would seem to be the most equipped for this task. ”

There were words that Minthara would have to leave unsaid, there was much left to the subtext. If only Dram'szin noticed. She could not outright ask for help, though she was in no place to demand it either. This was no simple attempt at comraderie, this was her handing her trust to Dram'szin on a silver platter, spoon feeding him forgiveness for leaving her once before, and also asking for his own forgiveness for the cruelty from the Underdark.

She was dancing around the subject, hoping for Dram'szin to understand her. He was always rather intelligent, even if he was foolish at times. Rather than speaking more, and adding the true question, Minthara simply stared at Dram'szin with a neutral expression that she could only hope did not show her internal conflict and desperation.

[rumunasin]

“ still me, despite everything. ”

before. → during. → after.

[oneeyes]

this gift , it comes with a price ;

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀who is the lamb , who is the knife ?

[ ONEEYES ] independent, med - low activity, semi - selective, literate novella, jjk manga based + headcanon based, mature themes.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀KIYOKO SHIO ,

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀a novella jjk - based oc .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀judge. jury. executioner.

a study in : breaking the cycle, becoming the monster, sacrificing everything for the greater good, unspoken goodbyes, abandonment issues, && more.

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[whomuses]

@direwarg liked for a starter.

"Okay, so, hold still," Gale pulled a hand back, "We have it all under control, promise.. as long as you don't move."

[romantirot]

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ your writing either has me giggling and kicking my feet OR gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

IVE BEEN SILENTLY SCREAMING OUR ENTIRE THREAD BESTIE EVERY SINGLE REPLY I HAVE TO PAUSE AND SQUEAL TO MYSELF

[baratheon]

favorite character in got and fav character in asoiaf is it the same one?

Surprisingly, yes. While I'm not thrilled with some of the ways the show has portrayed her (such as removing her agency in certain situations), Sophie Turner is adorable, and Sansa Stark will be my forevergirl no matter WHICH incarnation she's in.

However, when we get into my top FIVE ASOIAF characters... then things definitely change in book vs show.