[ he would ask now, but he has been cautioned again and again to mind his anger, to mind himself, as though his rage is a fault and not the weapon that has kept him alive throughout the war for the iron throne. ]
[ and he will be there in the quiet hours later, bringing with him some meager belongings. opens a window to let the air in, sits by it, and reads until he falls asleep. ]
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( he wouldn't have been opposed to it, if asked. )
yea sure
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( why the fuck are you so endearing, targaryen? like what the actual fuck )
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[ he would ask now, but he has been cautioned again and again to mind his anger, to mind himself, as though his rage is a fault and not the weapon that has kept him alive throughout the war for the iron throne. ]
Will you be in your quarters by first light?
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his own anger is akin to a double-edged sword. it has kept him alive, yet it has also unequivocally condemned him in the eyes of others. )
yea
coming over?
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[ among the many things they could do. or they could just do nothing. ]
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i don't know when i'll be heading back but make yourself comfortable if you want
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[ and he will be there in the quiet hours later, bringing with him some meager belongings. opens a window to let the air in, sits by it, and reads until he falls asleep. ]