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Posted on September 16, 2011 at 06:03:24 PM by ARRAY
 I want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes I want a girl with the right allocations, who's fast and thorough, and sharp as a tack. Once upon a time ago, Array had indeed loved the desert. He had loved how there were sands that skimmed across the dry, cracked soil, how they pushed along like red-brown veils over the earth. The stallion had once revelled in the dunes that rolled and bucked and weaved how the landscape never looked the same way twice. He had even loved how, in the driest and least lush of all places, there would always be water running just inches below their feet, water that was accessible through digging. But that was all once upon a time ago. Back in the day when he was young and silly, and he didn’t have a particularly extended family, and when he was decidedly alone. Here, he’s not alone for long. The moment his voice goes up to echo over the wasteland, he can see his painted daughter running as best she can over the sands, and he has to smile to himself. Perhaps he can still navigate the sands as the desert nomad he had been born to be, and yet he remains still, letting his daughter come to him instead of him letting some festering parent-emotion wash over him and force him to bound into her arms. It doesn’t take long for her to clumsily greet him, burying her small face into his skin that was damp of sea-water still. Array has to smile a little, turning his head around and nibbling at her shoulder, trying to offer the comfort and protection that a father can. “I would have come sooner, Cersei… but some things came up.” Array isn’t here for a conjugal visit, he’s here because he needs to be. He knows of Hush’s delicate state, and is almost certain of Cersei’s unhappiness in the desert, and as he runs his teeth In that fatherly fashion against her skin, he thinks of what he can say. “Cersei, I’d like for you to come to the cove-to come home with me. Please baby, I just want you to be happy.” There were other things he wanted to shield her from. He didn’t want Hollowpoint to assume the role of being her father, and he didn’t want her to be next to, let alone in the same island, as he traitorous mother if and when she passed. Array wanted her to be happy, he wanted her in the cove, he just… Had to wish that the whole situation was not as complicated and irritated as it really was. And he was almost completely ready to reason with and beg for his daughter to come home with him. The only cure for vanity is laughter, and the only fault that is laughable is vanity. |
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- My trust was blind - By Cersei September 19, 2011 at 05:02:09 PM
- I want a girl who's fast and thorough, and sharp as a tack. - By ARRAY September 20, 2011 at 07:16:10 AM
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