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xov thao 12b [Bella] Tribute 423 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen Apr 22, 2024 22:18:12 GMT -5	the bloodraven [d1 blackfyre] cb - done Oct 13, 2017 19:12:38 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by xov thao 12b [Bella] on Oct 13, 2017 19:12:38 GMT -5 BRYNDEN "BLOODRAVEN" FONTAINE one \| male \| 18 birthday bash cb 1/2
	Last Edit: Oct 15, 2017 19:37:00 GMT -5 by xov thao 12b [Bella] ("there's nothing to fear")

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the bloodraven [d1 blackfyre] cb - done Oct 14, 2017 15:47:41 GMT -5

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Post by xov thao 12b [Bella] on Oct 14, 2017 15:47:41 GMT -5

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It was as the saying goes--a tooth for a tooth; an arm for an arm; an eye for a girl.

They called him a thief, but how could he steal a thing that couldn’t be owned? Shiera was one of those things; he'd only half won her with his affected charm, his height and his raven hair. Heaven knows he tried to make her his, pressed his grand confessions from his lips into her collarbone those nights. An eye, he told himself, was worth a girl, and he’d take more from that coward Bittersqueal if it meant having more to hate him for. Brynden was crawling under Aegor’s skin, shooting arrows at his feet until he danced with discomfort back to Damon's heels, and he relished it.

It was a power, like every other he had, that he had created for himself--to pull the expected out from under the arrogant. Born the smallest and youngest of five, his father thought he would never be strong enough to wield a sword in battle, or pull a bow--though this only made him more determined to outperform his brothers, and he’d shattered that expectation too, in the shattering of the clay disks the trainers threw in the air to be shot down like birds. What was one less eye for an archer? He’d always aimed with one eye closed.

One eye closed, ear to the door, picking a lock to the Darkfire mansion, planting the lies that would ruin them. Maybe he was a father's pawn, but Brynden told himself he would have done it anyways. Lower now than the worms, what right did Damon have to look down on him? Darkfires, burned out to ash. It had a certain ring to it. Now their essence had been stripped bare; a bunch of spoiled brats, hungry for greatness, having none inherent within them. Brynden had greatness by the pound, but not an ounce had been given to him. Perhaps they should thank him, for the opportunity to learn that you had to be more than your name.

He had this and so much else to prove.
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