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@eurysphea     it seems as though my academics—   or lack of—   is the topic of discussion lately,   and i’m not entirely sure why.    i won’t get anything done with sansa,   she bullies me too much

well—          you needed tutoring.    desperately,   or so i heard.    not to mention,   you and sansa get along just fine.          i simply put two and two together. 

@aestreller      they  /always/  do this,   and what does everyone say everytime?  stop putting raisins in it.   and what do they do?   the exact same thing.   now i’m not hungry and pissed.

@birdrot  [the origin of daybreaker was moreso myth than history.  made from giant bone,  crafted by the hands of a rinnick— and fused with dragon fire to give itself that eternal flame.   today,  she would have a sister sword— made for someone younger— someone who could be quick just as he was deadly.     why nathaniel had the sword made for him was hard to answer.  perhaps he had been meaning to give him something in a long time and didn’t know what..  or that deep down the king was afraid he’ll fail.  and the only one he trusted enough to protect the ones they loved was a reckless kid from detroit —   from the same world nate was raised in for a time before it was all ripped away.  therefore,  the blade wrapped in a thick valkyrie red cloth is handed]    the rinnicks spent days building it..   you’ll thank them later 

@GOLDARMED       that was unexpected,   but appreciated nonetheless.    what is it?

@DRAQYR     [he doesn’t respond,   but rather shoots both nate and goldie a nervous smile.   out of every possible excursion the youngest st. germain has been on,   he had to be caught now.   right as he was able to walk on his own again.   his mount,  however was nowhere to be seen,   most likely making herself comfortable on a charred patch of grass if it were up to him to decide]      what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her..    because if she knows?   she will be hurting both of us—    ..mainly me,   and she’s been scaring me lately.

@birdrot      what do you MEAN what am /i/ doing here what are YOU doing here!?  [ the king removes his helmet,  threatening front casted aside in favor of his brother-in-law.  the king gestures to all of him,  expressing words that just wouldn’t come out.    goldbyrne, who once had realized who the other was—stopped growling.   narrowed pupils dilate  &   he sits to make himself appear smaller ]          oh my aemond, hel’s gonna kill me ..   

@DRAQYR       better question..   what are YOU doing out here?

@birdrot         [celine hasn’t sat since the moment she arrived.  strands from the wind were pulled from the plates she made of her hair, frizzed and windswept.  her cheeks flushed from how high she flew—how quick she wanted to get away.    even now,  she was starting to ware a path into the carpet floors from her frantic pacing,  an agitated snarl on her look while still    gloved hands gripped at either sides of her neck]       what doesn’t happen in that hellhole of whispering behind backs  and fake smiles —  i want out. 

@bellatneir     i wouldn’t complain if you stayed here forever.   what happened at home,   though?

no more wolf manor. 

@bellatneir     oh is that so?   i’m shocked you have all your toes—    you’re pretty bad yourself.   [upon her ministrations to push his hair back,   his head went with it,   leaning back to look up at her.   in truth,   he could lay here forever if it was possible.   at least then,   he’d be at some sort of peace and quiet.   with a quiet groan,   he unwraps his arms around her waist to push himself up with his hands,   face in front of hers now.   only a few strands would fall back in front of his face as the rest would remained slicked back like the sweaty mess he was.   he wouldn’t move,   not until after he pressed a sweet kiss against her lips.   pulling back with a smug grin]    i guess i’ll go shower..   don’t miss me  /too/ much—    unless you of course want to join,   i definitely won’t be opposed.

@birdrot   i like to smell decent, thank you.  [ most specifically after a race.  sweat, soot &  heat  had no business mingling their scents together.  it was a smell most associated with dragon flying—- hours, of dragon flying.   and though she loved to fly.  she absolutely, more than anything, hated the way it smelled.  ] you could stay here forever,   if only if you washed..   the padding of her palms rest against his forehead,  brushing back damp hair & emitting warmth against the skin of his forehead,  thumb above his brow ]     a rinnick will sooner mistake you for the onion king.  —and he’s a real person.   he steals the toes of bad children, my father told me once.  

@bellatneir      mhm—   i will..   in a little,   too comfortable.   [he mumbles under his breath,  completely and utterly at her mercy.   despite his rather..  sweaty and overall musky frame,   he remains sprawled out on her lap.   his arms wrapped around her waist as he breathes in with each comforting thread of her fingertips,   even when her nails gently scraped at his scalp]   or—   i can just lay here,   and cover you in my sweaty,  stinky musk.

@eurysphea      no need to worry about me,  i’m still the same jace—    just with two metal friends now.    but i don’t mind the company,   although you’re not obligated to keep an eye on me.

..     i worried.   about you, i mean.   how are your crutches?

@DRAQYR      i give goldie my deepest apology—    which should hopefully stand for something.     didn’t mean to rattle his cage with the..   energy i’m giving off,   i guess.

@birdrot   it’ll help fix your broken bones—all of it.  [the tips of her fingers push back the cup of tea on a tilt—he had no choice but to drink.    majority of it,   if not all.   a disgusting flavor that would be on his tongue for a week and a half exactly.   perhaps even more depending on the injury.    her main concern was for it to work—-and it does,   so it would.   afterward,  celine eased herself onto the edge of the chair’s armrest,   cup set aside on the nearby table when she was sure it was close-to-empty]    

@bellatneir     only if you sit with me.   [he was smug of course,   and upon her hands moving to push his shoulders so he’d plop back into the chair that was conveniently behind him,   his hands would find comfort on her waist,  tipping his head to the side some so she could retrieve what he would easily consider his least favorite part of the healing process.   sure,  he had ingested things more potent and bitter than this,   but usually he wouldn’t end up remembering it.   ruby tea,   however,   he would taste it for days.   he eyes the mug with distaste before hesitantly taking a sip,    eyes screwing shut as he shook his head]    the whole thing?   really?   

[ the wolf stared,  a twitch of a smile disposed on her face.  then she clicks her tongue & speaks with action ]  sit.  [ hands find their way to his shoulders, and force him (with all kindness)  into the seat closest.   she reaches over him.  warm mug in hand.  the scent of ruby leaves and  weeping lilies engulfed her lungs — a strong smell.  dragoneir youth hated it,  no matter how much it proved the elders right.  the taste was bitter and lingered for days.  ]    drink this.    .. —all of it.      @birdrot