Was I?I was too lazy to play.
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It was a bizarre sitiation. It wasn’t something that Swallowbane was going to deal with on his own level. He wasn’t going to focus on that. It didn’t matter. Sacrifices had to be made for family, and his father had never done it. He’d never even fucking< I>tried. It was enough to drive Bane nearly insane, a crazed sheen to his brain that was enough to get to him. Over time it would always get to him. Swallowbane tried so hard, and yet there was nothing. There was nothing left for him. That was what happened. That was what always happened. That was Bane’s luck, the whole time.

Time was lost, and there was no getting it back. There was no getting Bane back. There was nothing that could happen to help. Maybe he’d pitch the man from the mountain if he did, in fact, come up. Sure. Alcide had yelled. What good would that do? What good would more yelling do? Nothing would happen. Nothing would happen. Nothing would ever happen, remember? This was Spirane. This was the picture perfect suburb where nothing ever happened. Ever. The place people came to raise children and all that bullshit. There was too much bullshit for even Bane to handle, and he was getting used to that after all. Wading through it, waist deep, had become his life.

Megalomania had set in after not having his father there for too long. Maybe it was there all along. Bane needed someone to know his name. He needed to know that everyone knew his name. The creature knew that no one knew who he was. And that was maddening. He needed to sit at the top, he needed to look down from his perch without talking down off the throne. He needed… something. Validation might have been the right word, but he’d never admit that much either. Bane would never make the admission. He was the second son. It didn’t seem to matter what he did, because he was the second son. He was second place. Sure.

It was just as much Daenerys’s fault in his mind. He hadn’t been invited in… his brother, his sister, his father had all been welcomed. It was clear, in his mind, who wasn’t wanted during the special family moment. Aside from that, she was flatly fucking dumb. A vapid little girl, a child, and she’d already been named heir. It was almost as bad as some long lost family member that Swallowbane hadn’t met showing up and being named the left hand of the operation. At least that hadn’t happened yet. The sky had fallen, and he’d been the one that kept them together. He’d been the one that made sure they were eating, that they were… alright. At least kind of alright.

Swallowbane hadn’t been alright since. It wasn’t that he really even liked Ceal, it was just that the pup hadn’t betrayed him by, oh, being born. It was the way things went, it was the progression of things in his head. He was high emotion and low filter, and he could feel his blood pressure skyrocketing as Alcide approached. The creature quivered at the simple smell of the man. It was painfully that his gaze ripped away from the stars as they started to appear. “I’ve talked enough for one night.” The words are simple, curt, and short. He doesn’t move. The next step would send him off the end of the earth, straight from here and onto the ground below. He wouldn’t take the next step.
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