Rhaenyra PLEASE come get your poor homicidal husband from Harrenhal before he goes completely bananas.
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Rhaenyra PLEASE come get your poor homicidal husband from Harrenhal before he goes completely bananas.
Being in this fandom is so weird. I swear you'd need to come out with a post titled "What Daemon's dreams meant as someone who actually groomed two of their nieces and wanted to fuck their mom" for people to take you seriously at this point. Like not to infringe on author intention, but it's literally his actions and motivations being corrupted into accountability by Alys. Send tweet. It's not that serious.
Not that Kendra
Kendra had just finished setting up her dorm for college.
She had been doing online school, thanks to Andromadus and Bracken working to make her a new identity.
She was still Kendra, just… new social security number. Otherwise it was exactly the same, well, they probably did some other stuff to confirm that she exists, but mostly everything was the same.
She was relieved that they had done it. She didn’t want to have to hide away forever.
But now she was starting college! A year early actually, doing all the work at home was a lot easier and faster than doing it at a school.
She was 17 and at college at last! She couldn’t wait to meet her roommate, and go to classes, and join clubs, and do so much stuff!
Her roommate was a year older than her (expected) but seemed nice enough.
Her side of the room had little fairy lights (ha) and a few plants, her bookshelf with the desk is neatly arranged, her clothes put up, dresser arranged, and her plugs all set up. Plus a few… discreet weapons. Just in case.
She might know how to use her power to fight now, but still, she can’t use that against normal humans without questions happening. Best to keep a few weapons with her, Vanessa helped her get them.
Her roommate had gone out with some friends, so Kendra had the room to herself. She ended up just calling Bracken on her earpiece (bracken had enchanted it like the stones and coins, it didn’t work for anything but talking to him) and wasting away the night talking to him.
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Kendra jolted up to her alarm blaring in the morning.
Ah right, time for classes.
She quickly got up and turned off her alarm. Then headed off to grab her toiletries and get ready for the day.
After pulling on her clothes, jeans and a t-shirt with a fairy on it with text saying “I’m Magical” (a joke gift from Seth that was extremely comfortable) she grabbed her bag and made sure she had her books, calculator, and computer.
First class of the day was English, a writing class. She thinks she’ll have fun in it.
Finding the class wasn’t hard, and she has a great teacher! His name was Mr. Shield, how fun! They spent the whole class on the syllabus, and only got through the first two points. Apparently it would take time to get to the actual content of the class.
She also couldn’t help but notice that one of the students in her class was actually not human, she wasn’t sure what kind of magical creature they were. They had flaming hair though. She decided to ignore it for now.
After that class she had an hour break where she grabbed some food from the Einstein bagels (she forgot breakfast) and went over the syllabus for English.
She arrived at her next class, biology, 15 minutes early and sat against the wall to wait, puling out her phone.
College so far seems fun! She can’t wait to find out what her bio teacher is like and English seemed like it wouldn’t be hard and she was really excited for-
“Kendra!?”
She blinked, turning to look.
Oh shit.
It was Alyssa, from her old school, one of her old friends, who think she’s dead.
I used to love Baelon and Alyssa until I realized that if, as a child, someone told me I was 'made for someone', how deeply that would affect me.
Then he's the father of Daemon and Viseyrs. Like the incestous, put Rhaenyra between us, weird brothers.
He never stood a chance, babies. He's the reason Rhaenys didn't sit the throne.
Y'all wanted him to be Maekar so bad, and I was never sure that he didn't sleep with Viserra, so.....
azura placed her hands on the woman's face, bringing her close to her. azura has seen this action by mortals: affection. azura kissed the woman softly on her lips, lingering for a moment : not wanting to go. she must vanish this form and focus her energy back in her realm. azura pulled away from her silly mortal, but keeps her close to her. ❝i have to go...i'm sorry.❞ (yay angst)
RANDOM ASKS ( always accepting )
She could tell something was wrong, purely for the way she had been approached. Usually, the Daedric would have something to say — a joke, a taunt, anything. Alyssa’s jaw clenched, an instinctive reaction to whenever she knew something was going to happen. Wrong or not, the touch was welcomed. The Beast eased into Azura’s hands, hardened gaze eventually easing to meet enchanting eyes. ❝ What’s wrong——-❞ Alyssa uttered, just before their lips were to meet and eyes were to flutter shut. It was nice, being able to enjoy the taste of her lips, to feel the softness and warmth against her own. Perhaps it was too good to be true. There had always been something at the back of her mind, telling her that good things never last. And alas, this had been the only good thing to come out of her life in quite some time. She was a fool for thinking she could keep any form of happiness by her side.
The saddest part is, she was oblivious to how long Azura would be gone for. For of course, what is time to a Daedric Prince? A silly mortal creation. Once their lips had separated, eyes slowly opened again; a hint of disbelief and sadness glazed over icy irises. ❝ I understand.❞ was the only response she could muster, lump settling at the back of her throat. What was this feeling? It was almost as if she wanted to cry, but why? Nothing else had been said other than it was time to part, who knew for how long it would be? This feeling was belittling, making her angry. She felt weak, vulnerable. Vulnerability made her look like an idiot, when she couldn’t afford to.
❝ I’ve kept you here long enough,❞ she paused, as if wanting to say something else. Don’t go - was the first thing that sprung to mind. Alyssa’s immediate thought was to grab her, kiss her again, hold Azura in her arms —- but she didn’t. She couldn’t, it would only complicate things further.
Had she really been so foolish as to allow herself to harbour feelings toward a God?
alyssa: *breathes*
alyssa: hey max i’m gonna need your help on this one
It's been a tough night for Alyssa Naeher, to have three goals scored on her, she's probably having some the Boston Breakers flashbacks...
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