⟪ his accent is one she hasn't heard in all her life before, but it suits his easy kindness. openly, she would say he reminds her of devan seaworth, but it wouldn't be the truth. it's the elder brothers he has her thinking of, the boys who perished in the blackwater and wouldn't have let anyone call them 'boys' anymore. ⟫
Then I shall consider myself lucky to have received your offer.
⟪ the way of speaking won't die so soon, it's taken root deeper than any cursed godswood could. the standing by would seem awkward in time, so she takes her seat opposite him. before she was queen, the lady selyse had cakes made – rarely,of course, such frivolous things don't fit the somber air of dragonstone. 'tis not her first time, then, but she's still looking at it as if she can't quite place it into her own worldview. sweet buns were a thing of the temples, for some festivities, to share them was an act in r'hllor's image. like this, it's easier to parse.
there is, too, a curious glance to his cigarette, a thing she's unable to place, not like this at least. smoking leaves is practiced among some people, some priests even, but he doesn't have the look about himself – the look of one inciting visions upon his own self, that is. ⟫
It's an unusual treat. ⟪ the cake, she means, which she's still not touched, leaving the slicing of it to him. ⟫
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Then I shall consider myself lucky to have received your offer.
⟪ the way of speaking won't die so soon, it's taken root deeper than any cursed godswood could. the standing by would seem awkward in time, so she takes her seat opposite him. before she was queen, the lady selyse had cakes made – rarely,of course, such frivolous things don't fit the somber air of dragonstone. 'tis not her first time, then, but she's still looking at it as if she can't quite place it into her own worldview. sweet buns were a thing of the temples, for some festivities, to share them was an act in r'hllor's image. like this, it's easier to parse.
there is, too, a curious glance to his cigarette, a thing she's unable to place, not like this at least. smoking leaves is practiced among some people, some priests even, but he doesn't have the look about himself – the look of one inciting visions upon his own self, that is. ⟫
It's an unusual treat. ⟪ the cake, she means, which she's still not touched, leaving the slicing of it to him. ⟫