[ disputationix ]

_{▐┃❛♕        ❝ Sure. ❞}

                                 _{Digits firmly grasp the wax covered paper containing the coffee before glancing up towards the other.}

                       _{❝ What exactly do you have planned for our `brother-sister` time — ? ❞}

       “I—-”

Uh-oh. What were they gonna do? It wasn’t everyday that he had Lightning agreeing to whatever he’d suggest– in fact, he’d call it surreal.

       “—-I haven’t thought that far ahead, but I’m sure we can think of somethin’!”

[ abrideoffire ]

                “————-No offense has been made, trust when I say I have been called much…. cruder things in this life. Though no wrong in knowing what I am.”

       “And I’d say confident is definitely one of those things—- kha… leesi, was it?”

There’s a stroke of stubble and a cant of crown, with an escalating assumption.

       “But—- either I’m lost, or you’re not from around here… because I’ve never heard of ya’ before, ma'am.”

[ abrideoffire ]

                     ”You’ve the honor of addressing
                     Daenerys Stormborn
                     of the House Targaryen,
                     Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea,
                     rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros,
                     the Unburnt,
                     Breaker of Chains,
                     Queen of Meereen
                     and Mother of Dragons.”

       “That’s– that’s quite the title ya’ have there… your highness.”

He’s feeling a bit guilty– or more than he’d express.

       “I hope this means we can forget about the whole ’babe’ thing?”

[ abrideoffire ]

                    “Queen would be better suited.
                    Daenerys——though Khaleesi serves.”

       “Queen…? Is… that a nickname, or am I in the presence of one?”

[ abrideoffire ]

                   { mediguards }

                   ”——————-if it isn’t the hero.”

       “—-If it isn’t the babe that lacks a name.”

estheimalpha:

^{Still not as strong as the other, a sudden lurch forwards was carried out at the slapping against the center of his upper back; though nostalgia was quicker to hit than the dull throb of pain, a roll of orbs within orifices.}

^{Silence answered Hope when he called out to the others, a sign that they couldn’t care less whether he stayed or left at this inactive time of the day, before the man followed in the blonde’s footsteps.}

^{“I would hardly call this a dinner date though, Snow; you haven’t even brought me flowers.”}

“What? Are you askin’ for some?”

There’d been evidence within his pitch that verified his intent to tease– and it was a nostalgic thought that influenced a chuckle. No matter the situation or experience, they had always been like this– something he’d never change.

“If so, we could stop by a flower shop on our way,” his suggestion was given the moment they had stepped outside, and eyes of an icy tinge wandered in hopes of spotting their first destination.

mortiuum:

     Gaze is averted, though there is a decisive lack of chagrin on her
     part. The girl is unabashed by her actions, frankly. She glances
     down, though does not move from her standing position.

     “Not really.”

“—O… kay?”

( Odd. He could have sworn – by the expression she bared – that she was expectant of something. )

Her shift of attention urged a brow to lift and his head to cant. 

“Y'sure? I mean– if you need help with somethin’, I’d be happy to.”

mortiuum:

     She’s staring at him, looking rather
     unimpressed and unenthused.
     She wasn’t aware people could
     grow to such a height.

Disregarding an obvious case of ignorance, he felt those eyes and he countered them with a gaze all his own.

( This happened almost daily. )

“—Uh… can I help you with somethin’, miss?”

piraticalassassin:

「☠」▍

                  ❝ ━ Was not I who entitled it. Though, it’s 
                           named such ‘cause it retracts back 
                           int’the protective bracer. Hiding it. ❞

               And so, a demonstration was in order - though he was wary to
               keep it’s distance from the kid. It wasn’t a toy.

He was a selective listener – ( weren’t all kids? ) – but whatever this contraption was, it had Snow’s attention and he watched, observed.

“Oh… wow!” There it was, that child-like enthusiasm.

“What do you use it for anyway?” And to top it all off, a mixture of obliviousness.

(Source: mediguards)

piraticalassassin:

「☠」▍

                  ❝ ━ It’s called a hidden blade, lad. 
                          Not so hidden now, is it? ❞

“–Then why do ya’ call it that, mister?”

He’s curious, can’t you tell? His eyes are still on it after all.

(Source: mediguards)