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DAMON had been new to the kingsguard when the young lannister lord had been in the capital, he’d been a far more arrogant man in those days, but he had enjoyed befriending the lordling. it had been almost inevitable, given how much time he’d spent around the royal family. he had certainly grown since he’d seen the boy last, and damon knew he himself had changed almost beyond recognition but an old, youthful smile still sprung to his face when he landed eyes on the golden haired lord. “jason lannister.” he greeted with a laugh. “you were practically a child the last time i saw you.”

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edriclangward :

Drinking heavily had never been something Edric had engaged in much, and when he had, it had usually been ale. Suddenly having famed wines like the Dornish red at his fingertips had called to him and he may have overindulged a little. “Have you tried this?” His speech was slurred slightly, and the red liquid was swirling around in his glass and threatening to slop over the sides as he spoke animatedly. “It’s very good.”

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DAMON already had more than enough responsibilities, with keeping the entire royal family safe and looking out for his brothers on top of it, but he still felt the need to check on everyone he came across, and the lord with the bottle of wine beside him and slurred speech was certainly in need of some help. “i have not.” he answered, sidling up beside him. “do you need an escort back to your rooms?”

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oftargaryens :

                      ALYSSANDRA’S POUT faded away into a bright smile, she gave small claps with her hands and had to resist the urge to give small jumps of happiness. She was never meant to live in confinement, her own light would dim if so. “Yes! Yes, I promise! I will sit in the sow room for the rest of the day and read or sow, or simply be.” She assured him, and she meant to keep her word. “Besides you will be right by me, are you not? I could not be any safer, I am sure.” She praised him. Looking back into her memories everything before him was a bit of a blur, he had always been there to take care of her safety, and she truly felt the safest when he was around. “I’ll invite you a cup of tea and a pastry upon our return, now let us get some sun.” She said cheerfully.

SEEING the joy that lined alyssandra’s face coaxed a smile out of damon himself. he still wasn’t certain that it was a very wise decision but if such a small allowance had brought her so much joy, then how could he take that away from her? there was little doubt in his mind that he was the most capable knight in all of westeros, surely he could keep her safe. he would do everything he could to do so, for the young princess’s happiness was invaluable to damon. “i’m looking forward to it.” he answered her with an indulgent smile.

#{ words are knives that often leave scars | interactions } #{ interactions | alyssandra targaryen }

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nedforrester :

If he truly thought about it Ned could easily pretend that he was alone. There wasn’t any possible way to ever actually be alone in Kingslanding. Nor with Damon shadowing him, Ned was more than thankful he kept his distance as long as he did. Constantly knowing who was around you was the duty of any good knight, let alone a Kingsguard. “We’re failing. Lord Arryn was on the hands of his own guards but the last was us.”

IT WAS a small comfort to know that his brothers in arms were facing just as much inner turmoil as he was, but it was a comfort nonetheless. soothing ned’s troubled mind might just help to put his own troubled mind at ease.”none of us could have seen this coming.” he said half heartedly, not totally believing the words himself. he’d spent every single night since the coronation going over every little detail, wondering what he missed. “we’ll do better next time. we won’t let this happen again.”

#{ words are knives that often leave scars | interactions } #{ interactions | ned forrester }

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olennacrane :

Gold armor, the white cloak. He was one of the kingsguard, the man was supposed to be one of the most skilled knights in the realm. She was torn between fear and comfort in his company. His words were soft though, ones that comforted her in a rare action. “Thank you ser.” She didn’t know his name. Perhaps she should have made time to recognize the Kingsguard, but she’d been distracted. “Your words do bring comfort.”

"I’M AFRAID that comforting words mean very little in a time like this." in a place like this, he thought darkly. for all his years in king's landing, damon had never been able to adjust to the eternal scheming that went on in the city. "i am glad to bring whatever comfort i am able to despite that, my lady."

#{ words are knives that often leave scars | interactions } #{ interactions | olenna crane }

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oftargaryens :

                   ALYSSANDRA SIGHED as one more time she was told to remain inside, that it was for her own good, like four walls would be her saving armor. “And I understand your concern, but I’ve been in doors for almost five day, would a stroll through the gardens really be so bad? Only to the stables and back?” She looked from him up to the distance, she wished she would go to the shore instead, or out to the town. 

THE YOUNGEST princess had always held a special place in damon’s heart, he’d been protecting her since she was a little girl, had watched as she’d grown into the graceful woman before him. he hated the idea of anyone getting hurt on his watch, but if alyssandra were to be injured, he wasn’t sure he would be able to handle such a thing. and yet, he knew her, felt certain she wouldn’t be asking if it didn’t mean a lot to her. “fine.” he relented. “to the stables and back and that’s it. then you’ll be content to remain inside for the rest of the day?”

#{ words are knives that often leave scars | interactions } #{ interactions | alyssandra targaryen }

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achingblvsh :

he was interesting, this man. so close to the king and power present for everything of importance that happens in the capital. yet he was more humble than the other members of the kingsguard, possibly even the only one that actually felt bound to his duty. to tyrion, it only made him want to corrupt the man more. “no, but you know him better than most, wouldn’t you?” his speech was drawled, curiosity peeked as his mouth curved wider. “either way, i’ll still get your opinion, if you’ll give it. i do think a good gathering will cheer everyones spirits up. perhaps some entertainers, i know a lovely group of women for the job. what do you think?”

“WELL, i suppose so. i’ve known the king since he was young but...” damon searched for the words that would satisfy this man. he couldn’t figure out what he wanted from him. “that doesn’t mean much. there are many more who know his mind far better than i ever could.” he frowned a little at the question, a party in the palace wasn’t something that damon would look forward to. he couldn’t imagine simply taking a night off, and gathering everyone together again, encouraging to lower their inhibitions sounded like more trouble than it was worth to him. “i’m sure there are many in the castle who would enjoy such a thing.” he answered with a shrug.

#{ words are knives that often leave scars | interactions } #{ interactions | tyrion royce }

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DAMON was always on guard. his job was the most important thing in the world to him, but he was more alert recently than ever. “princess alyssandra,” he said in a low voice, warning and concern filling his tone. “i understand how you’re feeling, but it would be best if you remained inside. for your own safety.”

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#{ words are knives that often leave scars | interactions } #{ interactions | alyssandra targaryen } #okay i barely know what this is lmk if you want me to change it

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steelwcters :

      domas gave a snort of derision, eyes turning towards the man of the kingsgard - he knew exactly who this was, but that was neither a good or bad thing.    “i take not enjoyment in death of anyone - unless they deserve it,” he turned to half-face damon rykker,    “it’s just funny watching all the wealthy folks be so bothered when the poor have watched their own be murdered every few days for centuries.     never see them bothered when their people die.”

DAMON didn’t know this man. he knew he was in no place to cast judgement and yet his words still made his skin crawl. to laugh at people who were frightened, not just for themselves but for their families, to find amusement in their misfortune for nothing more than the fact of their wealth felt wrong to damon. and yet, there was truth in the man’s words as well. people suffered everyday, death was simply a fact of life for the majority of people in this city, which, damon thought, was the true tragedy. “not everyone is able to face death as easily as others.” he responded simply, unable to totally fault him for his way of thinking.

#{ words are knives that often leave scars | interactions } #{ interactions | domas waters }

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edwynbrackcn :

Edwyn did as he was told, finding a place to sit as his hands shook. He wanted to break down there, but he kept some sort of wit about him. “I have a child, probably. Maybe. She doesn’t know.” The kingsguard blurted the words out through a web of curses and stutters, as if he was still in disbelief. His eyes fell grateful on the alcohol, and briefly, on Damon. It was nice to say it, but Ed wasn’t sure if it had made him feel better. “Lady Tully doesn’t know who the father is. And won’t let me near the child. Ever. So I will never know.”

THIS was not a situation that damon was prepared for. he’d had his brothers showing up at his door late in the night too many times to count, and he’d always been glad to let them in, take care of them in whatever way they needed but this- how was he ever supposed to be prepared for this. it hit too close to home for him, he thought of the frail baby he’d held in his arms all those years ago and the girl with the same fiery hair that had shown up years later, how he wished his life was different so that he could be apart of hers. he could see edwyn’s pain, it was written clearly across his face, but he was at a loss for words. “that life...” he began slowly, uncertainly. “children, a wife, a family... you gave that up when you took your vows.” damon knew that the vows of the kingsguard didn’t mean much to the others, but they had become everything to him since his parents had died. “your brothers in the kingsguard are all the family you need now.”

#{ words are knives that often leave scars | interactions } #{ interactions | edwyn bracken } #great work damon v helpful

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rcyces :

“exactly.” he drawled out, taking a couple steps closer. “you are the guard of the king, the person by his side or doing his bidding day in and day out.” and how wasted he was in the job, looking the way he does. he would be much better suited to being a ruling lord that tyrion could visit at every chance he got. “who better to get insight on the king’s way of thinking than the one who guards him?”

DAMON listened to the man speak, a frown growing the longer it went on. of course he had great pride in his role as a kingsguard, but he had never thought of himself as anything more than a guard and, if he was being honest, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be anything more. that was a life he had left behind when he’d left duskendale. he had never been a great political mind and he didn’t mind that at all. “i don’t know.” he spoke hesitantly. “even if i do spent a lot of time with the king, i certainly don’t speak for him.”

#{ there's a monster standing where you should be | musings } #{ interactions | tyrion royce }

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DAMON had noticed ned at the edge of the balcony quite a while ago. he’d been keeping an eye on him, but had decided to give him his space- damon himself wished desperately for a few moments of peace as well- but when he saw him leaning against the wall of the castle, he decided he had to check up on his brother in arms. “just tell me you’re alright. that’s all i need right now.”

Standing on the edge of the balcony he looked down at the city below him, he was supposed to be protecting the people an yet he hadn’t done a very good job of that. If everyone thought that he wouldn’t really blame them for it. Resting his head against the hot red brick of the castle he let out a huff at the sound of footsteps. “Can I help you?”

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THE THOUGHT that this whole situation, the unexplained murders, the restrictions on the castle was affecting innocent women and children who had no place in whatever battles were unfolding broke damon’s heart. all he wanted to do was keep people safe and he was constantly failing. “i’m sorry, my lady, but i cannot answer that. you have my word though, that no harm will come to you or your son.” damon didn’t know if he would be able to live with himself if something did happen.

“Do you think they’ll let us leave soon?” Closing her eyes for a second she sat down next to the fountain listening to the water splash gently behind her. Desmond was with the guards of House Mullendore, they guarded him with their lives. Their heir, her beautiful butterfly. “The killer just… I fear for my son.”

#{ words are knives that often leave scars | interactions } #{ interactions | olenna crane }

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edwynbrackcn :

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The nights were dragging on and the days weren’t helping. While Poppy kept his bed warm, he still felt as if he were far removed from everything that was happening. And still sometimes he’d get the sensation that he was drowning in air. Edwyn was unfamiliar with such emotions, and he didn’t particularly care for how it effected his work. He was losing motivation, drive, sense of any duty. He tapped on the door before pushing himself in, the drowning sensation happening as soon as he saw Damon. Ed felt as if he were choking and his hands shook, unable to get any words out while his eyes darted as if looking for an escape.

AS FAR as damon was concerned, his fellow kingsguard were his brothers. they were more family to him now than the family he had left behind in duskendale. yet he’d always gotten a sense of coldness from ser edywn, one of the newer members of the guard, despite his attempts at kindness, which was why it was such a shock to see the man walk through his door. “edwyn?” he began, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. he quickly took in his expression and felt a wave of compassion for the man. “come. sit down.” he said firmly, though not unkindly. this was not the first time one of his brothers had come to him in such a state, in fact it was a situation he was rather familiar with. already he was moving towards a cabinet where he kept his stash of alcohol for moments exactly like these.

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DAMON was wary. he had every right to be, with countless angry lords and ladies and one murderer all locked up in a castle together, and it was his responsibility to keep everyone safe. something he had already failed at twice. he’d heard stories of lord royce and his parties so when the man approached him, he froze. “i am merely the guard of the king. you would be better off asking the king himself.”

everywhere in all the lands there were stories told about the honourable kingsguard members. they spoke of their bravery, their valor, the way they made women swoon. he’d heard less than savoury tales about some of their members too, ones that told of dirty and sinful things that some had done. but none of those seemed to include ser damon, and tyrion was rather curious as to whether that could be changed. he’d always enjoyed finding people that were good, held their morals in high esteem, and wondering what it would take for them to forget about them entirely. “well, this is all rather unfortunate.” tyrion pondered aloud, stood beside the man. “tell me, ser damon. what do you think are the chances of the king allowing me to host a little gathering to raise people’s spirits?”  ( @kingsgvards )

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steve is #confused and #lost

#{ you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece | visage }

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“I’M GLAD to see someone is enjoying themselves.” damon muttered sourly, just a bit too loud to truly be spoken to himself. he’d barely had a moment so stop and take a breath in the past twenty four hours. he’d been vigilant throughout the entirety of the coronation, he’d been sure nothing could slip past him and yet a man had turned up dead anyway. despite his best efforts, and this man was laughing about it. 

           it was though the lords and ladies had never heard of a murder, or seen a body in a pool of blood.     blood was his home, blood and steel - he couldn’t understand their panic.    he also couldn’t understand why people were being boxed in like unruly animals -   “i’ll admit,” he drank deep of the dark beer, “seeing the nobles in such a state over a corpse and some blood is very, very funny.”

#{ words are knives that often leave scars | interactions } #{ interactions | domas waters }