can you imagine being daeron when they finally called the match? the sheer relief he must’ve felt that he was somehow, by some miracle, still alive, still breathing, and for a brief moment, he actually lets himself believe that maybe his dreams aren’t so prophetic after all, everyone gets weird dreams sometimes, right? so he pulls himself out of the muck, desperately longing for a bottle and a dark room, only for his entire body to turn cold when he hears dunk screaming from halfway across the field. because baelor breakspear is missing half of his head, the rest of it splattered all over the fossaway boy’s boots, and that’s when the horror hits him like a battering ram because absolutely none of this would’ve ever happened if he’d just brought egg to the tourney like he was supposed to.
