‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍𝖋𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 ‍‍𝑨𝑃𝑃𝐿𝑬. ‍‍

shall you give me a fine funeral ?

️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️ ️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️

seeing as he is so obsessed with his brother it should really be daeron the dragon dick lover but that’s a bit of a mouthful.

┈ ⟡ 𝓛ᴵ͟ᴷ͟ᴱ ꒦ ⊹ 𝓽heir 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝓽he 𝓣ᴬ͟ᴿ͟𝙶𝗔𝗥𝚈𝙴ᴺ͟𝚂 ⸳ 𝁼 † answered 𝓽o 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 nor 𝙼𝙴𝙽. ˖ 𖤐 𓌏 ݁ 〞 ִֶָ  𓆷

grip tightens, despite silence. he knows — he always knows. envy is as rotting as the warm air and rats to unripe apples. she musn’t let envy drag her into unrelenting clutches. but make no mistake, he feels it too.

oh, ellie. he slips an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close for only a brief moment, cheek against top of her head. she shall have his room until it is fixed. he shall see to it. somehow.

oh. does steffon know ? or shall he fetch a bucket for the drips ? an old trick, although if the leak is sizeable … well, she can take his bed. he will have hers.

little cough to announce his presence, quiet hand on her shoulder. is she alright ?

to watch all the blood as it drips from your veins..

don’t speak so glumly, cousin. y’can find it in her heart to feel some sorrow for anyone on tryin’ times. regardless of house.

can we not feel sorrow for everyone ? i know yer right, really. but. y’know. aye.

i feel some sorrow for them. well .. the little egg boy, at least.

they’re all quite … sad, aren’t they ?

not entirely. but i am tryin’ t’be kinder and not doubt the words of dragons as much.

never mind it, ellie. seems i misunderstood.