homeless and debating on some games~

[shadowbinder]

You have many fears.

Yet you should not.

Place your disbelieve into the hands of the Lord of the Light, and he shall protect. Embrace him and his flames. Three false kings have fallen, and the hero shall still arise. The cold comes, and with it the night that never ends. Your heart needs to be fire.

Yet it is elsewhere you wish to send me then that where I am needed.

No matter where you seek, the night shall always be dark and hold its terrors, and the fires shall always burn pure. Do not become lost in the darkness.

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[edric]

[Eep.]

You can't make your writer embrace you...

[shadowbinder]

Already she starts to see the wisdom.

[beautiful_nightmare]

Put yourself in the hands of someone else and let them milk you for everything you're worth. Sounds very familiar to me.

Oh right, cults and organized religions use that all the time.

[edric]

See? What wisdom is there to see? You have none. [He frowns.] I feel sorry for her.

[bruxisms]

Three false kings fall, yet more will rise.

[ he repeats her own words. ]

It would seem to me that the flames remain as unpredictable as always, my lady.

will be slow sorry!!

[werden]

[the only certainty you're speaking of is of winter coming, and the fact that there is much use for the shadows at night. and speaking of certainties ....]

Much poetics for a war far removed from your god's hand.

[wolfinthesnow]

Lady, I see I'm not the only one you speak to in that manner.

[antlered]

I can't say that I've ever heard of fire being protective. I have yet to meet a man or woman who isn't completely and entirely flamable.

[agodlyman]

The red woman misunderstands the nature of fire and darkness.

[shadowbinder]

There is much you still need to learn, to understand, that you have not.

[shadowbinder]

Stuck in the darkness, you will not understand.

[shadowbinder]

And fall too they will, my King.

<3

[shadowbinder]

Is that what you believe, ser knight? The war. I have all ready told you of it once.

[shadowbinder]

Lord Snow. Why would it be otherwise? Even she must come to understand.

[beautiful_nightmare]

You fear darkness?

[shadowbinder]

Fire grants but it also takes.

[shadowbinder]

I understand it better than most.

[wolfinthesnow]

And when all understand?

[shadowbinder]

Powers of the night cannot touch someone whose heart is bathed in god's fire.

[shadowbinder]

Unbelievers tend not to believe until it is too late.

[wolfinthesnow]

Isn't that the truth of all gods?

[shadowbinder]

There is only the Lord of Light, and the Other.

[agodlyman]

And yet much less than those who understand death.

[bruxisms]

Do your flames tell you such?

[ treacherous at the best of times. promises and prophecies. he mislikes those flames of her's.

for he too has seen visions. though they are not of victory, but of a king, set alight by his own crown. ]

[beautiful_nightmare]

I've been told that before by other murderers and degenerates claiming I couldn't harm them.

[shadowbinder]

My flames do not speak plainly in this matter yet.

[shadowbinder]

Or perhaps a man simply does not wish to think otherwise.

[shadowbinder]

Yet I am neither.

[bruxisms]

I expect nothing else.

[ impatience and irritation. ]

[shadowbinder]

You are the Lord's chosen, the warrior of fire. You shall lead the fight against the dark, my King.

[bruxisms]

The Lord's Chosen.

[ and once again, he suddenly looks rather uncomfortable. ]

Tell me then. How is it that I am reduced to little more than the... plaything of this woman?

[shadowbinder]

My flames have not given me that answer, but neither have I looked for it.

[werden]

You've said many things. Only a few of them anchored in a reality all of us care about; those are the ones that matter. The rest of it? I beg to differ. Mere poetics. A Shadowplay.

[shadowbinder]

And still you fear to open your eyes, to see past the lies you put upon yourself. There is nothing mere about it, Onion Knight. Night has come, but soon dawn.

[beautiful_nightmare]

I beg to differ.

[werden]

My eyes have always been open. Yours, it seems, have been too easily burnt out by staring too often in the light. A common fault of children, Lady Melisandre.

[moths to a flame. that is all there is.]

[bruxisms]

[ Davos Seaworth why do you do this to him? ]

My Lady. My Lord.

[werden]

[slight bow; grim look.]

Your Grace.

[it was a hard truth YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO HEAR HARD TRUTHS did he lie??!]

[bruxisms]

[ THIS ISN'T A HARD TRUTH MY LORD THIS IS CALLED BEING RUDE. ]

My Lord. [ his jaw is tightly clenched as his teeth move from side to side. ] It might be wise to remember who our enemies are.

[ he really does not need his two closest advisers fighting amongst themselves. ]

[bruxisms]

Perhaps you would do well in doing so.

[agodlyman]

a man knows otherwise. [smile] a fire cannot burn for eternity, priestess of asshai.

[antlered]

I'll give you that, but it does take far more than it grants.