/   aftermath type of liner 

@mystikais     hm?    [a complete one eighty,  squinting in the dark for a moment.   he doesn’t see it——whatever it may be,      yet his instincts are telling him to move before whatever /it/ was exposed itself.       and move he does]     don’t know,      let’s keep moving

/  SMALL REPLY SORRY IM OUT RN

@heirology     as long as it doesn't involve you screaming and flailing your arms.    [she leans forward,  intrigued.  the book in her hands placed onto the table,  a grin on her lips as she carefully watches the beowulf boy.]    please,  enlighten me.  my eyes and ears are open.

@brewerys    they do that?   [another one of his moments where he simply didn’t pay attention to the world around him.  purple eyes shift to his book again,       he had been reading this specific paragraph of the war of fire for more than ten minutes now——more so looking at the detailed illustrations of vaemerys plummeting from the skies,     with nothing of his dragon but her wing tumbling beside him]  you think if i did something stupid it’ll scare them off?      ..  i wanna see somethin’

/     on adara always

ID.  @heirology 
            
            * ╱╱  WHOOO

/ run ut

so what the hell do you want — ? and don’t waste my time.

@vltrumitpwr       is that even a question?   [he pulls himself up slowly,  gloved hand immediately reaching for his shoulder.  he seethes, the muscle beneath freshly tender from his last mission.    that and the throbbing sting from his split lip.   his dragon was quick to be at his side,    keeping the king upright.   his other hand grips his sword,    the flames still blazing against the steel]     man, i really need a vacation..  

@heirology       you know that i wouldn't have done anything to kill them.    [however,  even adara sounded unsure of herself there.  her hands held together and pressed close towards her chest,  swallowing thickly.]    /  you know that  /.

@brewerys       it’s not about taking sides, adara.  it’s about safety..  what you did could have hurt someone——kill them,   even.  then what would you have me do?     turn a blind eye and say it wasn’t your fault?      what kind of king does that?

[she was no stranger to loss and grief——     her entire cognizant life had consisted of it.   people come and go,   and they live and die.   that was the way of things,   no matter how cruel it was.    her circumstance was no different.   it wasn’t sadness,    it was regret.   for missed time that she would now never be able to make up.    while her and anya never really had the best relationship,    that was still her mother nonetheless.    and while she didn’t want to care,    she was overwhelmed with the ability to.   especially when she had one brother who needed her more than ever right now.    god,   she already had enough to deal with,    and that’s what was the most frustrating part of all.   heaving out a soft sigh,   she allowed her frame to be pulled into his enveloping embrace.   standing up straighter,  she managed to rest her chin against his shoulder as her arms wrap around his torso]    i’ll..   be okay,   i promise.   i need to be there for him more than anything.    he was closer with her,   after all..    just need to figure out what i’m gonna do about the house——    if the others even want to go back and get their stuff

@stagqrc     [the vase was the last thing he was worried about——it was nothing a simple command couldn’t fix.  besides, it was a vase. it held no great importance other than to fill up space.  he regards her with a soft, almost saddened look.  mauve eyes searching her face before he’s reaching for her.]   .. c’mere. [ it’s no louder than a whisper, pulling her close until she was safe in his arms, only then did he hug her. one tight——.  a shield even.    like a wolf protecting it’s mate,   a husband  defending his wife.   he doesn’t speak,  only waiting for her to do so if she wanted. until then,  the king kept his silence]