[ Then she just gets to see the three dots blinking at her for a while as he writes. ]
Cigarettes are made with tobacco, that's the brown herb pressed inside the rolled paper. Those are scented with peppermint, kinda like a cold spice. You hold them at the filter, which is the end marked with a colour or band. You hold fire to the other end of the tube while you suck on it, the air catches the tobacco and the smoke comes through the tube to you. Some people hold it in their mouth just to kinda taste it, some people breathe it into their lungs to get a hit of nicotine.
Personally, I only light up around other smokers, out of courtesy. The people standing around you don't get to inhale it through your little filter, so it's worse for them. Not that it's good for you.
Nicotine helps your brain work faster, thins your blood, and the mouth and hand rituals and deep breaths are calming. It's also pretty addictive, so go easy.
"Set you aside" is a phrase and a half. Nah, Kate got sick of my bullshit. I think now she's dating a banker? It wasn't easy, but that's marriage, even ending it's a power struggle.
I suppose it was younger than I might otherwise have chosen for myself, if it had not been the king asking for my hand — and if the realm did not have need of heirs.
[ fourteen is better than eight. but it's still fourteen. ]
You know where I come from, girls can't get married or knocked up before eighteen? Eight and ten. Guy goes to prison otherwise. But I guess the king needed heirs.
Sure. Think the distinction is: you don't have responsibilities now. Who are you without those? Maybe you're still queenly. Gotta practice asking yourself what you want instead of what you think you should want.
Tell me something small you hated about being queen. Tight shoes, talking about taxes, getting up at sunrise.
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[ attached: a photo of an untouched packet of menthol cigarettes, gifted by the library. do come through, illicit substances expert. ]
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[ she’s joking. ]
Not to my knowledge, no. We’ve substances like those you spoke of before, but none are for burning.
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[ Then she just gets to see the three dots blinking at her for a while as he writes. ]
Cigarettes are made with tobacco, that's the brown herb pressed inside the rolled paper. Those are scented with peppermint, kinda like a cold spice. You hold them at the filter, which is the end marked with a colour or band. You hold fire to the other end of the tube while you suck on it, the air catches the tobacco and the smoke comes through the tube to you. Some people hold it in their mouth just to kinda taste it, some people breathe it into their lungs to get a hit of nicotine.
Personally, I only light up around other smokers, out of courtesy. The people standing around you don't get to inhale it through your little filter, so it's worse for them. Not that it's good for you.
Nicotine helps your brain work faster, thins your blood, and the mouth and hand rituals and deep breaths are calming. It's also pretty addictive, so go easy.
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Do you favour them?
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[ rather than tell her. observation, invitation. ]
You have children?
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[ he's gonna circle back to that invitation, considering it, maybe kicking himself a little bit. ]
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I suppose the King could have set our marriage aside, if I had not borne him sons, or commanded I join the Silent Sisters. Nothing quite so amicable.
[ shout out to the daemon targaryen school of murdering your spouse. ]
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[ about her phrasing and marriage both. ]
I do not mean to pry, but it is a relief to know another who has lived as I have. Mine own eldest son is two and twenty.
[ even those she hews closer to in age have not been married, widowed, a parent to grown children. ]
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I know it's poor form to ask a woman's age, but it feels like that would have made you a pretty young mom? You looked like you're thirty.
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I suppose it was younger than I might otherwise have chosen for myself, if it had not been the king asking for my hand — and if the realm did not have need of heirs.
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You know where I come from, girls can't get married or knocked up before eighteen? Eight and ten. Guy goes to prison otherwise. But I guess the king needed heirs.
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I see.
[ only she can’t think about it for too long, with how the implications of it ripple outward, touching helaena and, eventually, her granddaughter. ]
It would seem our worlds differ beyond the obvious.
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Sorry.
It's fucked up in different ways. Like AIDS, and cigarettes.
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Do you prefer this place to your home?
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[ not that she’s convinced but, you know, the sentiment’s out there. ]
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The price of a queen’s selfishness is high, and I should not like to pay it again.
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[ she doesn’t know how to stop. ]
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Tell me something small you hated about being queen. Tight shoes, talking about taxes, getting up at sunrise.
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[ compelling, clear. it's a genuine observation, though it's obviously intended to stall. excavating the truthful pieces of herself takes time. ]
I mislike how the castle keep is never clean. It's gone to the rats.
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