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[waystelandmoved]

“i could've done more. and that ain't up for debate. i know it in my bones, and i gotta live with it.”    every day for the rest of your life,    the haunted nature of knowing all of your friends were dead,  and there was nothing you could have done to stop it,  no matter how hard you fought  [you survived despite,  was there a reason?]

@fraegiles , starter call.

[outguilt]

❛ i don't take chances anymore. ❜ his fingers brush over the gun tucked into the back of his jeans. he wasn't the fastest draw but he did okay most times. thankfully, the handful of people he came across every few weeks were even worse than he was. most times, he won. but something told him he wouldn't be winning against this older man today. ❛ i've been screwed over one too many times. so unless you want to be killed . . . i'd suggest you go. ❜ / @fraegiles

[outguilt]

" i'm not infected. " he holds his hands up and does his best to show the other that he's being serious. he was clean. not even a damn scratch on him at this point. at least that he could visibly see. " i'm just looking for some food. " his throat hurt within seconds from the effort of speaking. he wasn't used to it. hated it even. but he'd found situations far more difficult to deal with if he stayed silent. at least this way, people knew his intentions. " i ran out a couple days ago. " / @fraegiles

[burygods]

@fraegiles : gloria coleman & din djarin ( sc. )

❛ ❛ i've never been golden, but i swear that i showed it. ❜ ❜

[loneheirs]

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ? / from hermione

how long has he been running ? the nights have turned into days and his sense of time is one that cannot correctly measure. bruce building his own rebellion , the knowledge that the capital cannot subject innocents to such brutality. he's almost passed out , reaching a lower district before doing just that. there's the warmth of lighting as eyes open , and he looks up and into her eyes. body tensing , and he isn't quite sure just where he has landed , becoming reckless in his quest for those who would support such a cause.

though , he knows his name is known ; the famous passing of his parents has been told to all. another story built by the capital to keep those who they consider 'beneath' them afraid. finding that it is easier to rule in fear than anything else.

' ... it's nothing ' bruce struggling to get up as he feels the wound that has brandished against ribs , and he sucks in through teeth. the pain a reminder that he was very much alive , ' i ... it comes with the price of running ' humor attempted as his fingers dab at shirt that is ruined by blood. the crimson color spreading as he feels a fever setting in , ' cleaning it would help ... ' his words shaky and unsure as he talks through the pain , ' could you give me that much kindness ? ' looking into her eyes as he pleads for mercy. this world had been carved out in cruelty , laid out for all to see. / @fraegiles

[burygods]

fuck, fuck, fuck. there’s a hand pressed against his guts, blood coating it as he stumbles on his path, remembering some doctor he heard about randomly while in a pub not too far. din doesn’t know much, but he knows there’s a doctor in this street, he can’t quite remember the number though. at one point, he slides against a wall, his back hitting the wood of a door as he slumps. his only thought is that can’t die here, gabriel needs him.

a thud caught her attention, her head turning in the direction of her porch where she thought it originated from. it was late, but noise from the street wasn't entirely unheard of. she was a curious creature by nature, which was both her rise and downfall. reading glasses were left on the table as she went to investigate, peering out her front door window to see an expanse of darkness but opening her door to have a bloodied man on her doorstep.

❛ ❛ oh my god! ❜ ❜ gloria didn't believe in luck or fate, but someone was watching over the man --- regardless the state he was in currently, which wasn't all that good to begin with, but it was a stroke of luck that she could be the one person that might be able to help in some capacity.

the doctor was quick to get to his level, her eyes scouring their surroundings for a second while her hands moved to the gaping wound that had her concern immediately. ❛ ❛ sir, can you hear me? i need to call you an ambulance. ❜ ❜

[forgaeven1]

i was trying to see the cards that you won't show. / myrcella to gendry

❛ cards ? show ? wha' — ? ❜ agitation couldn't even fully cover the scope o' what he's feelin' right now.

there's confusion, he reckons, and a bit o' fury there, 'ven though he doesn't want t' feel that, he doesn't. 'cause he knows what that looks like, and it ain't pretty, rage, even if many men said that tha's exactly what won the war against the dragons once. that robert baratheon was the most o' his house he could've become: he was strong, and mighty, and righteous. and when he brought down that war hammer t' the plate o' rhaegar targaryen's armour, the last livin' dragon that could've opposed him on the battlefield, there was fury in it strong enough, it quelled the power o' the dragon dynasty right there.

rhaegar targaryen died, and in his death, a new kingdom was borne.

this is no place o' fairytale such as that. fury may works as tool t' bridge the bonds of fightin' men with stories like that, but people often forget that outside of it, all tha' rage, all tha' temper ... it just ruins. gendry doesn't want t' ruin this, 'ven if he barely has an idea, he hasn't, of what this is. people are callin' him m'lord and suddenly treatin' him with more respect than he deserves, but it's ridiculous, is what it is. they just wanted a tool, they did; another baratheon they're hopin' to fashion, to end, the dragon dynasty once more. it's sickening.

❛ wha' are y' talkin' about ? ❜ the frantic in his voice is true, as gendry comes forward, surges t' touch myrcella's shoulders in his panic. any other time, he would've minded his manners — this was a princess — though he's far too hasty t' consider properly. ❛ i've got no cards here, m'lady. i'm uneducated. i'm baseborn. surely they can't just name me legitimate like that, could they ? ❜

1989 ( from the vault )  / @fraegiles

[burygods]

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