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“Yeah.” It had taken Kendall a while to realize exactly what kind of damage he had done. He had spent most of his life without blissfully ignorant of it. It wasn’t until he went into analysis that Dr. O’Byrne called him out on it. “I think that, at some point, we have to take a look at the world as it is rather than the way we imagine that it does. Like, when I was on drugs, my mindset was so different that, like, I just blamed everyone and everything for my problems. Now, I realize that a lot of my problems were shit that I created on my own and that I was the one that has to be responsible for it.”

Easy to say and harder to do, of course, and Kendall had struggled. “I had a conversation with my  brother Roman a few months ago where we finally laid it all out and we finally decided to be brothers instead of rivals. We apologized to each other and we moved on,” he said. “My sister, though, I don’t think that we will be able to get there. There’s too much water under that bridge. Too much damage, I think, and the worst thing is that she believes that I’ve never been sober all of these years no matter how many times I tell her I am and that makes sense because I did and hid it for twenty years, who is to say that she isn’t wrong to think that I won’t continue doing it?”

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"Blood is the seal of our devotion."

Independent and Selective Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, from ASOIAF. Based on the writings of George R. R. Martin, headcanons, and Arthurian legends.

Written by Sandra. 30+.

Open to all fandoms.

#& self promo #self promo for ts #anyway this is where i am for now #i will be splitting my time between arthur and kendall #once he gets going

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KENDALL ROY throughout the seasons EPISODE ONE

↬ Succession (2018-2023)

#& self

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“Right. Yeah.” Kendall glanced down at the floor; a hangdog look appeared on his face. “I’m sorry about overstepping there, G. You’re right it’s none of my business.”

Of course, there were a million and one ways in which the intelligence he was receiving could have been wrong. His source was the kind of higher up that seemed to give credible information. However, Kendall could never be absolutely sure that he wasn’t playing for the other team and trying to milk him for whatever he had.

“The hackers are solid,” he continued looking up again. “I had them vetted to such an extent that I don’t think that they’ll be running any kind of side errands or talking to people that they shouldn’t. They’re all anti-government types. Some of them have done time for anti-government protests. I don’t think we have too much to worry about on that front. Plus, we can always blackmail some of them if we suspect that they’re going to go over to the other side.”  

Yes, he was quite happy with Kendall’s work. He got him the information he wanted and needed, wasn’t stepping out of line, did what he was told – but was also smart enough to work on his own and not get reassurance all the time. The man knew what he was doing, and that was exactly what was needed more often at MI6.

However, his features became firm, and he sat up a bit when Kendall mentioned Afghanistan. He stared at the other, not letting a single muscle in his face move. It didn’t amuse him at all that there were rumours going around, especially in Russia. It was none of their business. Not yet, anyway. His brow rose. “If it should concern you – you would find out in time,” Gareth reassured him. Right now, though, it wasn’t any of Kendall’s business. Or anyone else’s. “Russia should be of your concern right now, not what’s going on in any other country.” He offered him a small, almost apologetic smile. “I’m sure you understand. Take care that no one gets caught, that our hackers do a good job. That is all you should worry about.”

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“Yeah. Those guys ooze sex and booze and weed.”  Kendall teased Celia back as he allowed her to grab his arm. It was good to be around someone who understood him so well.

“I’ve been doing the usual,” he said. “Fishing, playing the cello, running the music festival.” His life was so ordinary compared to what it had been. “My guys fucked me with some of the stocks they’ve been curating. There’s not a lot of money in there, but, like, they could have done a better of job of monitoring the weather and selling them off before they tanked. It’s okay, though, I think. I hear that the Euro is going up again.”

He paused in front of a stop light. “Enough about me, though, how are you?”

"Oh sure, I only go there when I need to get laid." She grins cheekily but is probably not joking. Celia takes his arm in an overly familiar manner, already in a better mood/ She is the sort of person who should not be alone when she's low; company is always better. "So, what's new with you? Tell me all your recent dark deeds."

#consultingsister #v; post show

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“Yeah.” It had taken Kendall a while to realize exactly what kind of damage he had done. He had spent most of his life without blissfully ignorant of it. It wasn’t until he went into analysis that Dr. O’Byrne called him out on it. “I think that, at some point, we have to take a look at the world as it is rather than the way we imagine that it does. Like, when I was on drugs, my mindset was so different that, like, I just blamed everyone and everything for my problems. Now, I realize that a lot of my problems were shit that I created on my own and that I was the one that has to be responsible for it.”

Easy to say and harder to do, of course, and Kendall had struggled. “I had a conversation with my  brother Roman a few months ago where we finally laid it all out and we finally decided to be brothers instead of rivals. We apologized to each other and we moved on,” he said. “My sister, though, I don’t think that we will be able to get there. There’s too much water under that bridge. Too much damage, I think, and the worst thing is that she believes that I’ve never been sober all of these years no matter how many times I tell her I am and that makes sense because I did and hid it for twenty years, who is to say that she isn’t wrong to think that I won’t continue doing it?”

"THAT'S FAIR," FELICITY ALLOWS. "I guess in some ways, it just helps me hold myself accountable. And I spent so much time reflecting while working the steps the first time around..and the second time around...and the third time around." She gives him a knowing smile. It's rare and refreshing to be able to relate to someone so completely outside of a meeting.

She also knows it's impossible not to let the past affect you, to some degree, and she doesn't fault Kendall for how it still affects him – consciously or otherwise. "I think if you're addicted to philanthropy and the Philharmonic," Felicity begins, "You're doing fairly alright for yourself. Being an addict will always define us — and normal people will struggle to see who we are when we're clean. We did a lot of damage," she reminds him gently.

#vitalphenomena #v; post show

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“I think that she would be more than happy to. Like, she’s related to some of the big current royal and formerly royal houses of Europe, so I’m pretty sure that she’ll help you to move your stuff very, very fast.” Kendall didn’t know too much about Maria Louisa’s connections, but he knew that a last name like Bourbon still meant something to many people.  “And, please call me Kendall. Mr. Roy was my dad.” He smiled. “What’s yours?”

“thanks.  i  hope  so.  the  feedback’s  been  highly  positive.”  her  eyes  widened  slightly  in  surprise  at  kendall’s  offer.  it  wasn’t  often  that  anyone  offered  to  help  with  the  brand’s  promotion.  “that’s  –  beyond  generous,  mr.  roy.  yes,  absolutely.  if  she’s  willing.  i’ll  send  her  a  few  pieces  and  accessories  too.  on  the  house.”

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Kendall leaned forward and allowed Cee to kiss him on one cheek as he kissed her on the other. He was smiling like the Cheshire cat now. “No, I don’t have anything,” he said. “Let’s a get a drink. Do you know any places around here that aren’t full of finance guys or people that work in publishing that might recognize the Mad King of Montauk?”  

If Cee had known the sort of day Kendall was having, she might have called snap. It was nothing major, which she kept reminding herself of, but it was all the little things that piled up and up till you're snapping at strangers in the street. She manages to stop herself as she turns on Kendall, "oh, hi." And then, with a little huff, she tries again, her voice rising, closing the gap between them for a kiss. "Hi, sorry. One of those days. You know what, fuck it, are you busy now? Come get a drink."

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“Right. People will believe anything once their pocket books are hit. It’s the tail wagging the dog. Like, if you turn around and say that the inflation is due to price gouging by the huge food manufacturing companies, then people will turn on them. Or, like, you could blame the inflation on the Democrats and say that it was their policies that are driving it up.” He paused. “You can do that all day and most people won’t question it because it matches their reality.”

He had spent most of his life spinning stories for the public at large and had seen how people reacted to them. There was always a line that they could be fed, always some kind of fairy tale that they would believe. At the end of the day, it never mattered what the story was. The only thing that was important was that it resonated and made some sort of sense.

“And, like, I probably would have done it to piss off the public,” Kendall said. “Like, my sister was trying to play 3-D chess with Jimenez and losing, so Roman and I called the election in a way to piss her off. That’s just another day on the thirty-eighth floor for me, Mr. President.”  

    Given how little notice they had that the summit was taking place, everyone in his team couldn’t hide their surprise how well he had done and how much he accomplished in one evening. It was the start of better things to come for them and made him realise just how easily the Roy’s could be played. Even the former patriarch could be swayed with the right tune, and he long suspected flattery would get you nowhere with that man. It proved right. “I’d take it, but I’d hoped there would be another reason. Your Dad, he picked me because I was the unlikely choice and because people said it wasn’t the climate and I guess he wanted to prove them wrong. Your brother picked me because…well, I think we can both guess. Would you have done it just to piss off the public?”

“I find there’s power in outrage. People like to be angry and like to blame their problems on something other than themselves. We know that’s how politics work and we can use that to our advantage.” Serious thought went into what Kendall was saying and with that there was a lot of merit that he could see. “Start with driving up food process. We can spin that any way we want and its enough to get people interested or taking notice. It’s easy enough to do.”

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Central Park New York City

Photo: Dieter Krehbiel

#& home

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Kendall glanced out towards the ocean and listened to the waves hitting the shore. He closed his eyes for a moment trying to imagine a world where Mom and Dad were still together. “I don’t know,” he said when he opened them and turned to Cee. “Like, I think my siblings and I would have been happier, but I don’t think that our lives would have changed in any significant way. I mean, I would have gone to work for Waystar no matter what, but I’m pretty sure that I would have stayed and I wouldn’t have been voted out.”

It was hard to talk about these hypothetical scenarios no matter how appealing they were. He had often wondered during the course of various sleepless nights about what would have happened if Sonia hadn’t drowned, but he had always pushed those thoughts aside. There wasn’t any point to asking those questions because, ultimately, they were unanswerable.

“What about you?” he said turning to his friend. “Would your life have been different if your mother hadn’t died?”

"No, no, the internet is no different from a hammer. It's simply a tool. You can build a house or fracture someone's skull with it. But when someone goes around killing people with hammers, we don't say, oh god hammers are terrible. Humans are terrible. You give humans any tool and they'll find a way to kill other humans with it."

She seems to cheers to that, before refilling her glass. "Do you think you would have been better off if your parents didn't divorce?" The question seems to come out of nowhere but she's following the logic of the first changes in your life being the worst. The ones that set you up for failure. Parents fuck you up first.

#consultingsister #v; post show

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// Like for a starter. Mutuals only, please!

#& starter call #the juice is loose baby

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“Uh huh. He’s being grudgingly nice to me.” Kendall was sure that Maria Louisa had a lot to do with that. If Greg had married Comfrey instead, he was sure that there wouldn’t have been any kind of rapprochement whatsoever. “And she’s great, too.” He smiled. “So, what have you been up to then? Like, are you still conquering the world of fashion or, like, is that so last September?”  

“consider  it  done.  i’m  sure  she’ll  be  receptive.”  clementine  assured  him.  “a  little.  not  as  much  though.  our  schedules  seem  to  always  conflict.  plus,  greg’s  never  really  been  comfortable  around  me.”  she  let  out  a  tiny  laugh.  “might  have  something  to  do  with  the  fact  that  i’ve  called  him  tom’s  bitch  more  times  than  i  care  to  admit."

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Maybe, it was the edible that Kendall had consumed before coming to Sheldon’s that had put him in a confused state of mind, but he snapped to attention when his friend mentioned the Eloi. “Oh yeah,” he said. “I read about the Morlocks and the Eloi in The Time Machine.” It must have been before he went to Groton and way before Harvard. Probably when his parents were still pretending that they were happily married. “Wells is deep. I read a lot of his stuff.”

He glanced at the television. He wasn’t too familiar with Star Trek. Not his thing by a long shot. “Have you watched all of the Star Trek franchises?” he asked. “Or, like, are you one of those Trekkies that refuse to acknowledge anything after The Next Generation?”  

"Morlocks are a humanoid species which is descended from humans, particularly low-class underground machine operators. They exist in several future timelines, notably in Mor. They are subterranean, and prefer dark, as their eyes are sensitive to light. In most timelines, the Morlocks eat their Eloi cousins. They are worse than mole-people. They devour human flesh." Sheldon quickly explained and flipped through the channels on the television set to an episode of Star Trek OST.

"Ooh this is a good one!" Sheldon became giddy then, blue eyes lit up with childlike whimsy. Spock must battle Kirk in a fight to the death over Spock's betrothed wife because she picked Kirk to champion her."

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“I don’t mind at all,” Kendall responded with a smile. “Let me, uh, get the bill.”

Kendall raised his hand. He always hated asking people to do things for him when he was used to telling them. A bad habit of being insanely rich with all of the fuck you money in the world, he thought, or, maybe, it was just because he was a grade A asshole who apparently came from a long line of grade A assholes.

The waiter came quickly and gave his usual apologies for the wait. “It’s fine, man,” he said. “Can we get our bill, please?”

The worst thing that people could say about Kendall Roy was that he wasn’t polite. Even if he came off as a Jason Bateman or Gordon Gecko imitator some of the time, he was always nice to the staff.

“Sure,” the waiter said. “I’ll be right back.”

Kendall turned back to the woman he was with. “Yeah, like, I don’t think I’ve had any authentic Peking duck since I was in Shanghai. Have you been to China?”

❝ Familiarity breeding contempt? Trust me, I'm aware. ❞ Spend enough time singing the same 'Entry Level, Teeny-Bopper Anthems' everywhere you went, and even your first 'platinum selling record' can cross your ears like a caterwaul.

Even then, all told, she's not too sure that the answer was something so clean cut. Nice as it might be to write off as such, she's afraid convincing can only come from a first-hand... and this was not the dress she wanted seared ahi dripping down. Nor the date she wanted to be seen in a kitchen-stained dress in.

Compromise. Compromise, compromise...

❝ Hey - If this sounds ungrateful, please don't hold that against me. ❞ Cloth napkin pulled from her lap, she dabbed at the edges of her smile and leaned forward across the table a touch. ❝ Do y'wanna get out of here? There's a cash only Peking barbecue spot on Mott, between Canal and Bayard? Absolute winner. ❞

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“Like, if you could diagnose me with a mental illness, what would it be and why?” Kendall asked more out of boredom than curiosity. “And, like, please don’t tell me that I have bipolar. Like, been there, done that.”  

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April always was the cruelest month, Kendall thought as he wandered down a Manhattan street. The rain and the grey clouds seemed endless. The weather had wreaked havoc with his mood as well. Two nights ago, he and Ilona had had another one of their fights and she had flown back to California. The meeting today with his bankers hadn’t gone well either. Some of the stocks they had purchased for him had tanked and he had been forced to sell them.

He kept meditating on his unhappiness  when he lifted his gaze from the sidewalk and saw a familiar face. “Cee!” he called to a woman nearby. “What's up?"

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