[ in this far corner of the grounds, the trees indent just so. alicent has arranged a small tribute there, candles displayed atop a silver tray.
like ash, alicent dresses for the public, an abyssal black mourning dress and dark cloak, embroidered with gold thread. as lovely in her grief as anything else. maybe it’s this shared understanding that drew her to embry and embry to her in the first place. she accepts the beads with one hand and cups the back of ash’s palm with the other. the only comfort she can offer, meagre though it is. ]
Any blasphemies toward our offering would be fond, I think. [ she lifts the beads in her hand, recalling how tim shared them with her, when she first arrived. ]
In my faith, we burn candles not only for the dead but for the living, to light their way.
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like ash, alicent dresses for the public, an abyssal black mourning dress and dark cloak, embroidered with gold thread. as lovely in her grief as anything else. maybe it’s this shared understanding that drew her to embry and embry to her in the first place. she accepts the beads with one hand and cups the back of ash’s palm with the other. the only comfort she can offer, meagre though it is. ]
Any blasphemies toward our offering would be fond, I think. [ she lifts the beads in her hand, recalling how tim shared them with her, when she first arrived. ]
In my faith, we burn candles not only for the dead but for the living, to light their way.