#harrenhcl

[anoffering]

it's gone. his whole life up until now has gone up in smoke, and he isn't sure where to go from here. ásgeirr could follow the remainder of the dark brotherhood, nazir and babbette who carry the night mother in tow. they could also listen to the calling of the greybeards, but that felt equally terrifying.

they sit outside of the falkreath sanctuary, and they have the sneaking suspicion someone is watching them. ásgeirr turns his head, looking to both sides of him, behind him, and then finally above him. he sees @harrenhcl peeking at him from above, and a wave of relief washes over him. “ thank akatosh, it's just you. ” they sigh, running a hand through their hair. “ it's all fucked. everything's gone. everyone is gone. ”

[zaldrizesa]

» starter call. // @harrenhcl ( rhaegel )

It  has  been  a  while  since  her  Uncle  Rhaegel  was  hosted  at  Dragonstone,  her  mother  and  father  preparing  for  his  visit  along  with  all  the  servants.  Valarr  and  Matarys  aren't  all  that  enthused  about  it,  and  to  be  truthful...  Daenerys  isn't  exactly  either,  just  because  she  knows  that  she  will  likely  be  the  one  to  babysit  her  cousins.  Though  she  does  feel  a  bit  badly  for  her  uncle,  her  father  has  always  told  her  to  treat  him  kindly  and  forgive  the  odd  behaviour  he  can  sometimes  devolve  into.  Some  outside  of  their  family  claim  that  Rhaegel  has  the  'Targaryen  madness',  but  Dany  personally  thought  that  a  cruel  term  used  by  those  with  minds  incapable  of  seeing  past  superstitious  nonsense.  So  when  they  all  finally  arrive,  his  niece  greets  him  with  a  warm  smile.  "It  is  good  to  see  you  again  and  well,  Uncle  Rhaegel!"

[daegaryon-moved]

SC, CURRENTLY ACCEPTING.

" don't look at me like that, " far too defensive of a tongue, but targaryens, some in particular, were known for much worse. daeron could hardly handle the look of disdain, whether or not it was directed at him, or he'd simply fallen into the crossfire. " do you think i relish in this, as if i am just another brute, my lady? " his father would surely have his tongue for the imposition, but one too many tankards of ale, paired with the sustained throttle to the head, had him emboldened. a particular throb to his skull had him reeling back, his own eyes peeling away from @harrenhcl's worn scowl, leaning back into the pillow of a medic tent. " i would much rather perish with my head at the base of a wine barrel. "