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davos vc: take out your goddamn hair prop you liar
mel vc: i wiLL STAND && DIE ON THIS HILL
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seasworth replied to your post: out . here is your daily reminder that melisandre...
davos vc: take out your goddamn hair prop you liar
mel vc: i wiLL STAND && DIE ON THIS HILL
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shout out to you for putting forth the positivity idea in the first place and then fighting to keep it positive when the trolls came in to try and destroy it. all of it was genuinely positive and made of love !! and i was in there trying to give out some good vibes and uwus before they came in. thank you beth !
thank you my sweet!! i’m sorry your good vibes time got ruined, but luckily love is endless and we have plenty to spare! nothing can truly destroy it <3
the look he gives the former sellsword is one of partial loathing, rested back against stone with an ache and tiredness. ‘ why am i friends with you ? ‘
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“because i’m a fuckin’ delight to be around.” he’s smiling, but there’s something TIRED in his gaze.
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' come here, knight or not, ' he takes brienne's wrist, gentle for what seemed otherwise, and pulls the lady of tarth into a quick hug. ' you are still young and this is too much. are you alright, lady brienne ? '
Brienne wants to protest that she’s fine, that she was not affected by Jaime leaving.. but Ser Davos saw right through her. “I was foolish. I should have known better. To think that-” Her voice cracked and she looked away. “Thank you, Ser Davos. I’ll be fine.”
the dead had ended and he could breath again, yet mind racing, davos had only come to think of those who'd hid away. rushed, he had, to that door of the starks' crypt and waited for that door to open . . . even as the knight had feared there would be none left. but they came, or what was left, one by one from the darkness. fear quieted, yet nonetheless his person moved, quick to pull lady sansa aside and into a rough hug. ' you are well ! ' he stepped back a tad. ' the people ? everyone ? '
the crypts had been overrun, members of the stark legacy climbing out of their tombs. forcingtheir way through dirt and decay,and sansa had only been able to hidebehind the largest statue of them all: eddard stark watching over her, the screams of others ringing in her ears. varyshad hidden the children, and sansahad gripped the dagger arya had given her earlier that night and then… then she’smoved, she’d forced herself to be useful. until they were all gone and she knew what that meant… it hadto mean it. they won. theyhad to have won. thethought is gone as the door is forced open, and people run out. children, women.she can barely breathe through theemotion in her chest – barely has time to register who is there before her,arms wrapping around her, and sansa closes her eyes at the sudden embrace. can only wrap her arms around the other in return, broughtout of the emotion that threatens to overwhelm her as she hears his voice. serdavos. “they— they woke them up,” she whispers, voice thick with emotion. “i triedto help… but there were too many of them,” she should have done more. she lets go,then, wipes her eyes. “i couldn’t— we were able to get the children away, before anything happened to them… i tried to help, i swear—”