I'd like that. I can repair things, since I will not fight.
At sea? Are you in a navy?
I've plans to go to the lake anyhow. I found out my mother enjoys swimming. I think it would be nice to try with her. [To try swimming, to try...in general, with Alicent]
At sea? Are you in a navy?
I've plans to go to the lake anyhow. I found out my mother enjoys swimming. I think it would be nice to try with her. [To try swimming, to try...in general, with Alicent]
I can take over mending clothes. I don't mind that.
[It's something to do with her hands, to keep her focus.]
Yes. There's still a sea, but I don't usually go sailing on it. Usually I fly. Has mother told you of our dragons?
[She tries to imagine Alicent as carefree, lighter. Laughing and smiling] It's hard to imagine my mother enjoying much of anything. I'll look forward to seeing the change in her.
[It's something to do with her hands, to keep her focus.]
Yes. There's still a sea, but I don't usually go sailing on it. Usually I fly. Has mother told you of our dragons?
[She tries to imagine Alicent as carefree, lighter. Laughing and smiling] It's hard to imagine my mother enjoying much of anything. I'll look forward to seeing the change in her.
I don't mind either way. The only ones from our world here are my family, and it can be a sore topic. You can call whichever you wish.
At first. It was frightening, but exhilarating. It's a special bond between rider and dragon. While my dragon would harm many, she would not harm me. I'm the only one who could tell her to stop and be listened to.
[And as for her mother--] My mother has had the world placed on her shoulders from a very young age. Expectations upon expectations, placed by others-- but also by herself. She clings to them. She could know peace, but no one can force her until she can accept that it must be her to bring it.
I have forgiven her for what she has done, what she is doing, and what she will do, already. The minutes tick ever closer to the hour of no return. Time works different here, though. Perhaps it is not too late after all.
At first. It was frightening, but exhilarating. It's a special bond between rider and dragon. While my dragon would harm many, she would not harm me. I'm the only one who could tell her to stop and be listened to.
[And as for her mother--] My mother has had the world placed on her shoulders from a very young age. Expectations upon expectations, placed by others-- but also by herself. She clings to them. She could know peace, but no one can force her until she can accept that it must be her to bring it.
I have forgiven her for what she has done, what she is doing, and what she will do, already. The minutes tick ever closer to the hour of no return. Time works different here, though. Perhaps it is not too late after all.
I know. Hawk looks like he's permanently glistening. He's out of hair product and it's getting all curly and fluffy. And his beard is coming in.
Don't judge me. You've seen him.
Your hoarding has been a lifesaver. I promise not to tease you about it ever again.
Your hoarding has been a lifesaver. I promise not to tease you about it ever again.
[ Skill issue Tim can ignore his urges when he wants to. He spent his life ignoring them, even when the time and place had been (relatively) safe to indulge them. If it were just about sex, he could wait until this mess blows over. But it's safer in Hawk's arms than anywhere, and that's what he needs more than anything. ]
I know. The more I think about it, the more I think you're right that this place feeds on our misery. It's like it picks our fears and baggage at random and tortures the whole house with them.
I know. The more I think about it, the more I think you're right that this place feeds on our misery. It's like it picks our fears and baggage at random and tortures the whole house with them.
Are you sure? I can meet you anywhere, I don't want you to put yourself in danger for this.
Well thank you, but I'm not some kind of rascal.
[ ...no comment. Sorry bestie. ]
Speaking of scruffy, how's Quentin?
[ ...no comment. Sorry bestie. ]
Speaking of scruffy, how's Quentin?
Why would I want to look like a pirate?
I won't keep you from him long. Promise.
I won't keep you from him long. Promise.
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