#pazavor

[txrosh]

DAARIO AND DANY ARE OTP, BISHES!!!

MEET ME IN THE PIT IF YOU DON’T AGREE I’M GONNA DRACARYS Y’ALL

[strengthanddevotion-a]

@pazavor liked for angsty Jon boi

“I’d like to be alone.” Jon says, not bothering to look up from where he’s sat polishing Long Claw. It late, past midnight and he assumes Daenerys has sent who ever it is in his room out of worry. When he doesn’t hear them leave he pauses, and looks over his shoulder. “Doreah,” He pauses. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be asleep with Daenerys?” He knew she often kept companions with her at night. “Did she send you? If she did there’s no need, I’m fine.” 

[crowncdcrow-archive]

❝ OUR BLOOD RUNS colder than most up here . . . or so people like to say ❞, he answered with a hint of a grin, shrugging the heavy cloak from around his shoulders && placing it across hers, thin && shaking as they were. ❝ it used to be warmer, in the castle at least. the water from the hot springs ran beneath the floors, but that was  b e f o r e  . . . ❞, his words caught a small gust of WINTER WIND && floated off with them, but his mind found a familiar rage; BEFORE ramsay, before his home, his heart, had been disgraced, been ravaged && destroyed, before the ancient walls that had watched him && his siblings grow became barely fit for a rat. // @pazavor && CONT

[arenadeus]

@pazavor​  ▋ starter call. ▋Doreah  / Gannicus

FREEDOM WAS OF BITTER TASTE. Gannicus never imagined to feel so lost absent collar around neck that copious amounts of wine seemed the only antidote to the infuriating sensation of vulnerability. ′    Every night is a time to drink.   ‵ he said, feeling the woman’s judgement in her gaze as the ex-gladiator collected another jug of wine from those that had been made available to him. ′   And unless I can drink that, it holds no worth to me.  ‵

[azhefa-moved]

          “  i’m fine.  ”  he has said those words to her far too many times. he APPRECIATES the concern and care of this young woman. especially when so many others seem far too wary of him. he sees the fear in the eyes of some floukru, even disdain in the elder. the only gazes he fines completely unbiased is that of the children, and of late, doreah. though how OFTEN she seems to badger him about his sleep and health tends to be a bit troublesome. he doesn’t understand why she is so concerned with his well being when she has nothing to gain from it.  “  i’ve endured a lot more than a sleepless night before.  ”  he assures her, gaze flitting over the moonlight waves. 

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[lavendervcined]

@pazavor 

So the world is afire with lords and ladies wanting a crown, and there’s another Targaryen alive. 

The fact makes her breathe a sigh that she’s not even sure how to interpret- she feels the scales settle under her skin either way. Afire indeed.

“And so you serve the silver queen.” And here she’d thought a trip to Essos would leave her with nothing but more of the same. It’s not a question- it should be, perhaps, but she knows already, and hasn’t ever enjoyed subtlety.

Green eyes- too pale, cursed pale- watch the other, and they’re- amused. Old, despite the face housing them. “How are you finding war?” Because that’s what this was- and it would only get worse. Slavers always fought to their lifesblood for their profit after all.

[txrosh]

@pazavor

   “ If you’re trying to hurt me, let me tell ya’ that ya’ holding that thing wrong.”

[strengthanddevotion-a]

@pazavor

“ SHUT UP !!” she all about screams, pulling the sword on him “ I am equally as strong as anyone you’ve fought so fight me..” she swung for him but he dodge of course.

Well that wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. He steps back from the sword and draws Longclaw, holding it in front of him. “Just - Just calm down, you don’t - I’m not going to fight Queen Daenerys’ Handmaid.” That seems like a really good way to get fed to Drogon.