#v. tbc

[daftoldwarrior-a]

@iwillbebrave​

“ you deserve to know everything about me. all of it. so… here. read all of it. it’ll tell you everything you need to know. ”

Theta hadn’t expected Clara to burst through his office doors at eleven in the evening. Especially with a pile of notebook which she dropped on his desk. Yes, she was technically his favourite student (though he’ll never tell her that), despite not officially being enrolled but coming in with what Theta assumed to be a pile of research for him to read and correct was going a bit far.

“Clara there’s a lot to read. I know its rich coming from me but you may have a problem. Can I read it tomorrow with a jug of coffee and after breakfast with you?”

[daftoldwarrior-a]

@thereisonlydarkness​

" not much of a party person, huh? " [ we need at least one to get started ]

“More of a drink until I forget I’m at a party kind of person,” Theta retorted, not even looking up at the young woman beside him. Typically young women who took an interest in him at this bar only wanted two things; a free drink or his wallet. 

Theta reached over the bar to take the entire bottle while simultaneously dropping some cash to stop the bar tender from complaining. 

“Give me an hour and I’ll forget you even asked that question.”

[dreadryder]

@proditeur ― ❝       how many fingers am I holding up?         ❞    [x]

an impassive stare is what the young prince offers reg in return for his wit. aemond’s firm lips press together ⸻ tight and flaky; the price of the parched heat of this moon's season. the mauve hue of his one eye is cloudy yet intent. his appearance portrays disenchantment.  ❝        hm.         ❞  knotted back arches and silvery-fair hair sweeps over his stressed shoulders like a mourning veil; it's a glimpse into something. a looking glass? it disguises the truth of this something and, in turn, the prince’s fondness for his companion’s wry sense of humour ⸻ which he himself privately shares.  

in the void of his empty socket, he feels colour. a sickly yellow rage which has been tethered to the tendrils of emptiness as a reminder of the night in which he lost his eye. it festers within the vacancy, and poisons his temperament with decadent malice and echoes of cruelty. yet, today is no such day for indulging in such whims. he can resist in the presence of a wicked joke from an ally.

❝        again.         ❞  instead, aemond  chooses to command him.  one  weary boot  stabs  against  scattered chunks  of  dirt as he prepares to yet again spar mechanically.

[daftoldwarrior-a]

‘ don’t look at me like that. ’

Theta peered over the worn pages of his book, the soft lamplight casting a warm glow on the printed words. He absently readjusted his glasses, their thin frames catching the light as he slid them up the bridge of his nose. Behind the book's cover, a mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, though he tried his best to concealed it.

"What look?" he inquired with a feigned innocence. As he posed the question, he returned his attention to the novel and delicately turned the page, the paper rustling softly under his fingers.

Yet, despite his determined effort to return to his book, he found it increasingly difficult to maintain his focus. River's presence was an irresistible distraction.

[daftoldwarrior-a]

eleven: “you had a nightmare. you were shouting.”

[STARTERS]

Theta awoke with a start, instinctively reaching for a weapon that thankfully was stored away. In the few milliseconds where he gathered his surroundings, Theta struggled to differentiate the room they were currently in from that of his dream.

"What are you doing in my office?!" he demanded, before the change of scenery indicated he was away from the war. He was safe. Well, safe enough. More importantly, his family was safe. With a sigh, Theta dropped his aggressive act and sat back on his chair.

"Yeah, well try and have them before you complain about the shouting," he gruffed in response, looking away. Theta couldn't help but feel awkward around Eleven. Not only did he nod off like an old man, but apparently he was shouting. Great...