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What does that make him? Elderly? He won't wake up, he's so old he's probably deaf.
[Similar to when she’d embraced him in her room – not that long ago, not at all, less than a week, even though it feels like another lifetime – Koby tenses a little, reflexively at the movement towards his face. But Alicent’s bandaged thumb strokes over his cheek, and there’s a sour-sweet ache in his throat, his chest, his stomach, recognizing how devastating the loss of her would be. He doesn’t want to even entertain the idea, refuses to let it snag claws into his mind, his too-open, too-tender heart, but: it’s there. It’s already there.
Tilting his head just slightly into her hand, a lifetime without touch making him hungry, greedy for it, Koby smiles a little at her description.] Hightower. Like a lighthouse. It suits you, Alicent. [Nautical themes, always, for him – but that idea fits, much more than a dragon, all the teeth and fire and destruction. A lighthouse is strong, stoic, solid, it guides and shepherds ships to safety, it pierces the deepest, darkest storms and tethers the despairing crew to hope. It’s the kind of name to be proud of.
If you were my boy twinges in his chest, but Koby doesn’t – dare that presumption. She’d said it to comfort, and she hasn’t revoked it, and that is more than he’s ever had before. Still, thoughtful, eyes closing for a brief moment:] I don’t have one. A family name. The orphanage named us alphabetically, and “K” was next up when I arrived. I guess I got lucky, more or less. There was another girl named “Koala”, there.
[Opening his eyes, even though he has to squint a bit to see her:] I’m not going to give up either. Not until there’s justice for your family and the other guests. For Embry. [Koby hasn’t forgotten. He’s panicked, he’s spiraled and been reeled back and now he has work to do.]
Tilting his head just slightly into her hand, a lifetime without touch making him hungry, greedy for it, Koby smiles a little at her description.] Hightower. Like a lighthouse. It suits you, Alicent. [Nautical themes, always, for him – but that idea fits, much more than a dragon, all the teeth and fire and destruction. A lighthouse is strong, stoic, solid, it guides and shepherds ships to safety, it pierces the deepest, darkest storms and tethers the despairing crew to hope. It’s the kind of name to be proud of.
If you were my boy twinges in his chest, but Koby doesn’t – dare that presumption. She’d said it to comfort, and she hasn’t revoked it, and that is more than he’s ever had before. Still, thoughtful, eyes closing for a brief moment:] I don’t have one. A family name. The orphanage named us alphabetically, and “K” was next up when I arrived. I guess I got lucky, more or less. There was another girl named “Koala”, there.
[Opening his eyes, even though he has to squint a bit to see her:] I’m not going to give up either. Not until there’s justice for your family and the other guests. For Embry. [Koby hasn’t forgotten. He’s panicked, he’s spiraled and been reeled back and now he has work to do.]
Sailors age quickly. Too much time in the sun.
[ She feels Koby tense and relax under her hand, like her Aemond in this way and no other: Unused to tenderness, at least of this kind. She resolves to offer it more freely, more regularly, for as long as she can. As such, Alicent lingers, allowing him to lean into the cup of her hand.
(Part of her believes she will be targeted next, for leading a block to vote even though it was Baela who commanded the floor. Paul and Alina’s words have assured all know her role in cementing their alliance. If not her, then she fears for Baela. If not her, then she has no choice but to consider the role of her closest friends, who might spare her and her son out of love even if they are wolves.)
Her mouth quirks, a wobbly thing, no more capable of accepting Koby’s kind words than he sid her soft touch. The Hightower beacon guides ships to safe harbour, tis true; it also calls its banners to war, glowing green as her verdant gowns. She would like to be the former. She fears she is the latter. ]
[ her tone softens, matching his thoughtful lilt, ] When there is a child born outside a noble house in Westeros, a bastard in true, we name them for the land of their birth. Snow, in the north. Stone, the mountains. Sand, the desert.
[ The smallfolk do not claim any name, but it matters not. Koby deserves all. A name, a family, a home. ]
Perhaps you are Koby of the Seas, without need of a traditional House or its constraints, brave and free as you have become. [ ignoring the manor, he seems to have made a worthy life for himself among his crew. ] As you will be again, when this is done.
[ Something she would like to believe, if only for Koby’s sake. She and Aemond will return their ends, if they leave this place, but Koby — he might find more adventures, brighter shores, an endless blue expanse. She prefers that, for him. ]
(Part of her believes she will be targeted next, for leading a block to vote even though it was Baela who commanded the floor. Paul and Alina’s words have assured all know her role in cementing their alliance. If not her, then she fears for Baela. If not her, then she has no choice but to consider the role of her closest friends, who might spare her and her son out of love even if they are wolves.)
Her mouth quirks, a wobbly thing, no more capable of accepting Koby’s kind words than he sid her soft touch. The Hightower beacon guides ships to safe harbour, tis true; it also calls its banners to war, glowing green as her verdant gowns. She would like to be the former. She fears she is the latter. ]
[ her tone softens, matching his thoughtful lilt, ] When there is a child born outside a noble house in Westeros, a bastard in true, we name them for the land of their birth. Snow, in the north. Stone, the mountains. Sand, the desert.
[ The smallfolk do not claim any name, but it matters not. Koby deserves all. A name, a family, a home. ]
Perhaps you are Koby of the Seas, without need of a traditional House or its constraints, brave and free as you have become. [ ignoring the manor, he seems to have made a worthy life for himself among his crew. ] As you will be again, when this is done.
[ Something she would like to believe, if only for Koby’s sake. She and Aemond will return their ends, if they leave this place, but Koby — he might find more adventures, brighter shores, an endless blue expanse. She prefers that, for him. ]
[Oddly, while Koby had stuck firmly to his own crew -- even as it splintered beneath him, as Luffy and Sanji altered their votes, as the tenuous ties, strained by the panic and fear, began to splinter -- he respects how Alicent had played the game. Because that's what it is, all this misery, all this pain: a horrible game, for some end that Koby can't quite pinpoint. He has an idea, of course, and he believes to his marrow that every horrible action committed after the masquerade is the fault of the house, the Balfours (maybe, maybe or maybe they're just as trapped as the rest of them?)
Still: she's been brave. A bravery Koby admires, letting out a soft, endlessly weary sigh, curling his mouth into a slight smile that presses his cheek closer into her hand.] That's clever. Everyone would be "of the Seas" where I'm from, but...here it feels like it could be mine. It reminds me of home. Of -- the village, too. [A beat, realizing how very, very much Alicent doesn't know about him, about what happened between his world and this one.] I was somewhere else, before. I hadn't had time to mention it, I don't think, but -- there, we were changed, our minds, our bodies. That's why I think there's nothing this place couldn't do to us. And I think...turning on one another is what it wants. How it's fed.
[At her last comment, Koby actually laughs, a watery sort of sound, reaching up to cover her hand with his, squeeze gently.] You want to know the strangest part? Before all this, I'd started to feel...almost happy here. I miss home, I miss people I left behind, but...but I've been away almost a year now. I was beginning to think this place could be home too. [A pause, a quiet, knowing look.] At home, the Straw Hats are my enemies. We're on opposite sides of a war. But here, they're my crew. They're my family.
...maybe that could happen for others here. If...that's what they wanted. [It feels absurd to even suggest it, but -- a deadly feud between family, set aside for the sake of this wretched game. Koby feels naive believing it could last in any way, but if Alicent is anything like him (and he thinks she may be, she may have something within her that aches for a sweeter, softer life, without war, without what's awaiting her at home), maybe she wants that for herself.]
Still: she's been brave. A bravery Koby admires, letting out a soft, endlessly weary sigh, curling his mouth into a slight smile that presses his cheek closer into her hand.] That's clever. Everyone would be "of the Seas" where I'm from, but...here it feels like it could be mine. It reminds me of home. Of -- the village, too. [A beat, realizing how very, very much Alicent doesn't know about him, about what happened between his world and this one.] I was somewhere else, before. I hadn't had time to mention it, I don't think, but -- there, we were changed, our minds, our bodies. That's why I think there's nothing this place couldn't do to us. And I think...turning on one another is what it wants. How it's fed.
[At her last comment, Koby actually laughs, a watery sort of sound, reaching up to cover her hand with his, squeeze gently.] You want to know the strangest part? Before all this, I'd started to feel...almost happy here. I miss home, I miss people I left behind, but...but I've been away almost a year now. I was beginning to think this place could be home too. [A pause, a quiet, knowing look.] At home, the Straw Hats are my enemies. We're on opposite sides of a war. But here, they're my crew. They're my family.
...maybe that could happen for others here. If...that's what they wanted. [It feels absurd to even suggest it, but -- a deadly feud between family, set aside for the sake of this wretched game. Koby feels naive believing it could last in any way, but if Alicent is anything like him (and he thinks she may be, she may have something within her that aches for a sweeter, softer life, without war, without what's awaiting her at home), maybe she wants that for herself.]
aren't you twelve?
kidding
I really am. even now in between I'm still thinking about everything, worrying about what's next. everyone here that I'm close to has made someone angry and I don't know how to protect you all
so I'd rather make fun of you for being twelve.
kidding
I really am. even now in between I'm still thinking about everything, worrying about what's next. everyone here that I'm close to has made someone angry and I don't know how to protect you all
so I'd rather make fun of you for being twelve.
I know. I haven't stopped crying for more than ten minutes, for days. People HATE me now, for what I've said, and it's only going to get worse. We can only vote for two people at a time, and there are at least seven wolves.
We're being set up to fail, and destroy everything we've created here in the process.
I'd rather have you tease me too. Also I was wretched at twelve, I never stopped talking and I kept stealing the gardeners clothes.
We're being set up to fail, and destroy everything we've created here in the process.
I'd rather have you tease me too. Also I was wretched at twelve, I never stopped talking and I kept stealing the gardeners clothes.
We have to be perfect to get them all. And we already won't be, with Luci distracting everyone with his sickness.
Quentin's mad at me. Alia has every reason to be. Hawk thinks I should be keeping my head down, but I can't. It's only going to get worse.
You still never stop talking 👨🏫
Quentin's mad at me. Alia has every reason to be. Hawk thinks I should be keeping my head down, but I can't. It's only going to get worse.
You still never stop talking 👨🏫
[ Even red-rimmed and puffy, Alicent’s eyes remain watchful, assessing the litttle shifts in Koby’s features, the wetness still clinging to his lashes. She listens, rapt, as he describes the place that came before this — a possibility that boggles the mind, when this manor already stands striking and strange.
The corners of her mouth tug downward, at the mention of war. Of course she was naive to think Koby might find a place untouched by struggle.
She musters a knowing, sad smile. ]
Our war has been written in the stars, I fear. Or in blood, when my husband took me to wife and to bed. [ twin bloodlines, doomed to struggle. One cannot take the throne while the other persists. ] We have not forgiven each other’s actions, merely united to lessen the pain for the innocent and seek justice for the lost. I do not anticipate mercy or kindness for my actions this day, not from Daemon Targaryen.
[ Any chance of peace died with Rhaenyra. If Alina was wrong about anything today, it’s this: Alicent has never believed she or her children will be spared. Viserys proved that to her on Driftmark. ]
The corners of her mouth tug downward, at the mention of war. Of course she was naive to think Koby might find a place untouched by struggle.
She musters a knowing, sad smile. ]
Our war has been written in the stars, I fear. Or in blood, when my husband took me to wife and to bed. [ twin bloodlines, doomed to struggle. One cannot take the throne while the other persists. ] We have not forgiven each other’s actions, merely united to lessen the pain for the innocent and seek justice for the lost. I do not anticipate mercy or kindness for my actions this day, not from Daemon Targaryen.
[ Any chance of peace died with Rhaenyra. If Alina was wrong about anything today, it’s this: Alicent has never believed she or her children will be spared. Viserys proved that to her on Driftmark. ]
I don't know if it's relevant, where I was in-between. But the ways they changed us, changed our bodies, turned us into something else...it might be helpful. It might change someone's mind, about whether the wolves are acting under their own power. [Talking about the village makes Koby's stomach turn a little, with nausea, with longing? With a little of each, if he's being truthful. It had been terrible, it had been familiar. He'd known how to keep his friends, his crew safe -- keep them warm, keep them fed. It was simpler.
Nothing is simple now, least of all the machinations at work within Alicent's family. Koby's brow furrows at the explanation, the words that's not fair written all across his face. Alicent had been a Hightower, an outside player, had been wed when she was younger than Koby is now. The words are childish, and he knows it, but they slip out anyway:] That isn't your fault. You didn't ask for any of that. You -- didn't have a choice.
[He knows. He remembers the older girls who'd married, who lived with a baby on one hip and another clinging to their skirts, another growing inside them. He remembers the ones who seemed exhausted and ragged and perpetually hollowed out by their new lives. How they were the lucky ones.]
And you played the game smartly, Alicent. Whatever else is at play, you made the alliances you needed to and kept them even through all that... [Koby waves a hand, meant to encompass the ballroom, the accusation and fighting and anger.] When nobody else could. I think anyone who underestimates that is an idiot. [Daemon included, thinking maybe that because Alicent and Aemond are the only Greens here that there's an advantage. Koby knows better than to assume old wounds are forgiven, just because of the house's madness.]
Nothing is simple now, least of all the machinations at work within Alicent's family. Koby's brow furrows at the explanation, the words that's not fair written all across his face. Alicent had been a Hightower, an outside player, had been wed when she was younger than Koby is now. The words are childish, and he knows it, but they slip out anyway:] That isn't your fault. You didn't ask for any of that. You -- didn't have a choice.
[He knows. He remembers the older girls who'd married, who lived with a baby on one hip and another clinging to their skirts, another growing inside them. He remembers the ones who seemed exhausted and ragged and perpetually hollowed out by their new lives. How they were the lucky ones.]
And you played the game smartly, Alicent. Whatever else is at play, you made the alliances you needed to and kept them even through all that... [Koby waves a hand, meant to encompass the ballroom, the accusation and fighting and anger.] When nobody else could. I think anyone who underestimates that is an idiot. [Daemon included, thinking maybe that because Alicent and Aemond are the only Greens here that there's an advantage. Koby knows better than to assume old wounds are forgiven, just because of the house's madness.]
Right, him. I don't know him that well, but he definitely leapt to accuse himself, which is...interesting.
There aren't any right answers here, Tim. Quentin and I voted for the same reason, to show support to someone, because if we get through this and everyone's hurt each other too irrevocably, is it even going to be worth it?
Which I sort of hate myself for, because that's not what a Marine would do. A Marine would just lock up everyone powerful so they can't hurt anyone and I
I don't want to do that. And I can't even think about what that means right now, that I don't want to act like a Marine anymore.
Sometimes I do. When I'm asleep.
There aren't any right answers here, Tim. Quentin and I voted for the same reason, to show support to someone, because if we get through this and everyone's hurt each other too irrevocably, is it even going to be worth it?
Which I sort of hate myself for, because that's not what a Marine would do. A Marine would just lock up everyone powerful so they can't hurt anyone and I
I don't want to do that. And I can't even think about what that means right now, that I don't want to act like a Marine anymore.
Sometimes I do. When I'm asleep.
I know there's not.
[ And he struggles still, with there not being an obviously right answer to everything, with the path forward into safety being littered with traps. He would rather his friends be hurt from the accusations and their fallout than be dead, but he feels sick to his stomach over the hurt he's already caused. ]
We can't lock up everyone. Even if we all agreed, the Balfours won't. We'll be stuck playing this game until it's done or we're in the ground.
[ And he struggles still, with there not being an obviously right answer to everything, with the path forward into safety being littered with traps. He would rather his friends be hurt from the accusations and their fallout than be dead, but he feels sick to his stomach over the hurt he's already caused. ]
We can't lock up everyone. Even if we all agreed, the Balfours won't. We'll be stuck playing this game until it's done or we're in the ground.
Edited 2024-10-11 23:40 (UTC)
I'm not mad at you, Tim. Everyone's just trying their best.
Whatever happens, I love you, okay?
[He gives it quickly, easily, because -- because anything could happen in the next few days. Koby's well-aware that there's nothing they can do.]
No, you're right. We have to be careful and smart. Try to stay in the game as long as possible.
Whatever happens, I love you, okay?
[He gives it quickly, easily, because -- because anything could happen in the next few days. Koby's well-aware that there's nothing they can do.]
No, you're right. We have to be careful and smart. Try to stay in the game as long as possible.
I love you too, Koby. Tell Quentin, too.
Just remember being careful isn't just investigating, okay? You and your crew took some heat back there.
Just remember being careful isn't just investigating, okay? You and your crew took some heat back there.
I will. I already checked in with Hawk, but you can tell him "hi" I guess?
Tell him to eat something and go to sleep.
I know. Everyone's...pretty upset, but.
That's normal for us.
I'm worried about them all. Even Shanks, though he never really lets on if he's upset.
I can't
Feel anyone, anymore.
It's gone. Like it's been turned off.
I think it's the house, the game, trying to keep me from cheating or...or something.
Tell him to eat something and go to sleep.
I know. Everyone's...pretty upset, but.
That's normal for us.
I'm worried about them all. Even Shanks, though he never really lets on if he's upset.
I can't
Feel anyone, anymore.
It's gone. Like it's been turned off.
I think it's the house, the game, trying to keep me from cheating or...or something.
If I tell him to get in bed, he will, don't worry. 😊
Louis and Matt said their powers weren't acting normally, either. So they must not want interference with the game.
Check in as much as you want to.
Louis and Matt said their powers weren't acting normally, either. So they must not want interference with the game.
Check in as much as you want to.
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