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@beowulfs    lamentably—-    i evoke the times he would hide behind your legs and refuse to speak.   now he..     [a sigh,   her nails patting against the wooden surface of the desk]    perhaps we allowed him too much freedom?     

@notbaed  [the royal visage, a sharp image of a dynasty just beginning yet already historical—softens.  the sun hits his eyes—gold; a dragon’s stare of mirth.  he could not fault her for what she did not understand nor would he ever.  even his mother came from humble beginnings before she was recognized as the great legend she is today]    to own something means it must first belong to me.  the dragons don’t belong to anyone but the three faces.  my meraxes could very well decide to throw me off her back and see to it that i crash into the waves of she grew bored of me … but she chooses to stay.     same as i with you 

@beowulfs     that is easy for you to say,  you own one.  

dragons are a symbol of draakos.  they are our strength and protection 

@beowulfs    alicent,   [to her,  the last name was of none of importance.  eyes trail down the princes’ clothing—even as her fingers grip onto the item. they end on the dampen fabric of his vest.  a sharp intake of breath can be heard as she finally meets him eye to eye.  ]   i am going to die.  [ alicent’s eyes widen as the words leave her lips,  ]    no—  !   that was an attempt at humor..   ?    this is the most humiliating moment of my life.     

@notbaed [the grip of his hands are firm, yet gentle when they found her; lifting the young maiden even as she rambled her pleas for a forgiveness that was hardly needed.  in time with this,  the prince collects the items that were lost—returning them to her. though the shattered vase remained,    he’d make a note to replace it free of coin]   sheathe your swords.   she is a woman. [he commanded his guards, more angry at their willingness to protect him and slay her than the opposite]    …  what is your name? 

@beowulfs       it was an accident,   truly.    i will take any punishment you deem fitting,    it was never in my heart to do such a thing..    [ ah. ]  

ALICENT “THE KIND” TULLY,     “what can a commoner offer the realm?”           

he's—    he's ?& #in'    /dead/,    mate!    i-i don't—    *    hobie doesn't mean to snap.    it's not aeri's fault,    after all.    still,    that feeling in their chest is crushing    &    it won't go away.   tears prick at the corners of their eyes,    &    they look away,    wiping shaking hands on the towel.    *    ...    he was jus'    a kid.    n'    they—

@websriot        what?       ..    what?       [theres a moment where the bathroom is filled with silence and aeri’s hand has fallen to his side.]    —-what?         how?        today?    

*    the touch shouldn't be a trigger,    but it is,    &    hobie tenses up beneath aeri's hand.    silence.    what is he supposed to say?    that he's quit the society    &    won't be going back,    that the chances of him getting arrested    &    sentenced to death are higher than ever now,    that—    slowly,    hobie swallows,    still scrubbing at his hands despite the water coming to a stop.    *    ...    manny's dead.

@websriot      should i?   you asked me what my stance was and i told you..     i’m not seeing the problem.   

@chronicFEATS         [ tipsy and a tad bit clingy,  isadora plops down onto the couch.   it takes awhile for him to register what peter was saying /or/ doing,    but when he does—-   he nods hi head.      truth be told,    he’s been ready to leave since an hour ago.   yet when he searched for his plus one and found him dancing his heart away with everyone else,  aeri backed off and decided to wait it out. ]    〝   we can go.   〞   [there isn’t any fight, not even when peter slinks into his personal space.  sober aeri would’ve shoved the other man as far away as possible,   but the liquor has fortunately softened him up.  so he sits on the couch staring at his hands,   almost dazed.]    〝 and i wasn’t going to hit you..   you just scared me poppin’ up like that.  〞

                        •           •          •      ᴾᴱᵀᴱᴿ’ᔆ    ᴵᴺᵀᴱᴿᴺᴬᴸ   ᴹᴼᴺᴼᴸᴼᵁᴳᴱ         ⁕             THE AFTER PARTY.   WHY IS IT ALWAYS THE AFTER PARTY?   ALL OF THE INVESTORS OF THE NIGHT ARE GONE,  LEAVING ALL OF THE YOUNGER YOUTH TO PARTY TILL THEIR HEARTS EXTENT.    BUT FUCK,   IT’S A TRIP.         [     ‣  ᴵᴺᵀᴼ    ᴴᴵᔆ     ᴬᶜᵀᴵᴼᴺᔆ‧   ﹕       peter:    alone,   tipsy,   overwhelmed,   and tense,   a one man show against a cozy couch that keeps him safe for the time being.   he’s looking from the outside in,   fruity alcoholic drinks and suspicious looking stacks of white piled high.     thankfully,   he minds his business.   really,  the only reason he’s here is for the sake of  “ mrs.p  “   and her son.      ₍ ₁ ₎     GET AERI BACK HOME WITHOUT DYING      ₍ ₂  ₎    MAKE SURE AERI BEHAVES       ₍ ₃ ₎     GET BACK HOME WITHOUT ANY DRAMA.    it should all be possible for the most part.    ⁽ ⁿᵃʳʳᵃᵗᵒʳ⠘ ᵒᵘʳ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳᵒ’ˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵗᵘʳⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʲᵉʳᵏʸ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ,  ᵗᵘʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵘʳ‧    ⁱˢᵃᵈᵒʳᵃ ᵃᵉʳⁱ ᵏᵘʳⁱʰᵃʳᵃ⁻ᵐᵒᵒʳᵉ ⁾      *⃨*⃨   CREAAAK❗️ *⃨*⃨    the sound of the couch groaning under the weight of peter inching closer.    for the first time that night,  peter dares to get closer ┈─   even if he’s convinced aeri hates him.    ]
            
            ⤷      ❲   SPIDER—MAN   ❳   &    ❲ THE BIG APPLE  ❳      ᴾᴬᴺᴱᴸ   ¹   ˢᵖᵉᵉᶜʰ         ❛       hey big guy,  it’s two am.    and i think it would be the peeeeerfect time to head home.   aren’t you ready?  y’can’t tell me you’re enjoy the sight of drunk businessmen and women this much.    also.   i am totally starving,   pleaseeeeee❓     and don’t harass me this time.   i seriously thought you were going to punch me ten minutes ago.   is it a crime to start a conversation ❓      ⁽    ᴱᴺᵀᴱᴿ     ᶠᴿᴬᴹᴱ⠘     parker,  embellishing his signature lopsided smile.   dimples making an appearance as he tries to sway isadora,  leaning against his side.   ⁾           ❜