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Early season blond Tyrion. Not my favorite. But also...the dimple.

𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤

Peter Dinklage as 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 (S01.E01-10 • 2011)

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Anyone? Anyone out there?

Never forget what you are. The rest of the world--most certainly will not.

xxv.a: Destroyer,

I walk from The Over Garden to The City streets, Ein stood upon my shoulder and nibbled my ear, I waved him off, Damn … you certainly are a hungry little fucker aren't yah? *Squeak* yeah yeah … here you go. I handed him what was left of his little granola bar, he seemed content. Now … into the bustling streets again, passing down the heavily populated street,  the noise the traffic the mere presence of it all, was overbearing … again … but not as bad as it was, not for me at least, Ein started to freak out and put his face in his hands to cover his eyes and ears, I opened the sack top and he scurried into the bag in a hurry. Sorry, Ein … didn't really think much on how The City would affect you. Apologies. I walk down the street and realize I am much closer to The Imps apartment than I had previously thought, it was strange maybe to me alone … but you see … The Imp with all of her faults, baggage, terrible cooking, inability to take care of herself, general lack of knowledge on anything mechanical especially with maintenance of such things, horrible if not downright terrifying merging skills while driving with the inability to use a blinker, the almost offensive way she sorts her silverware and cutlery while never doing the dishes Ever! The way she pronounces museum as mu-zay-um, how she is terribly smart but cannot plan anything for shit (Even weeks in advance) making very arbitrary/illogical life choices pretty much weekly AND … she was probably the least organized person ever … she was … chaos incarnate. She was … really amazing when you got to know her. But, despite all of the previous, she was probably the most hard-working/talented person I knew, she was quite successful (Despite her moronic attempts to say otherwise) she ironically in a way, carefully prepared and organized a life built on her passions … and damn is it hard to not go slack-jawed looking at all she's accomplished. She wasn't just some nepo-baby that kind of coasted their way to the top or to a successful position either … back in the day, The Imp would work two jobs and side hustle working music venues, playing even against the tide of boos and shit little comments from hecklers of origin no one cares of. She was … unforgettable … she had struggled for years and years, getting kicked around, abused, and abandoned … she like I and really all like-minded individuals that coast to my shores, were Trauma Born … life being easy and especially happy, was not written in her contract on life, if anything … the opposite. During early life, she had struggled in a home that was cracked and splitting, yet never did, constantly at odds with fearing her life would be instantly uprooted and everything evaporated, to everything being stable and forgetting any war had taken place. Trusting people was hard because for her she had to constantly wonder when the air/tension would just change, she naturally and slowly had built a wall around herself out of defense … one that had been broken down by some … only for them to light fire inside and leave her to deal with the damage/regret. She was defensive, protective, and aggressive, especially when claiming/defending any social ground made in her life, especially for people and loved ones. Back before my grand shatter and sink to the bottom of The Sea of Nightmares, and before The Imp had left for college, we were strongly knitted together, she was basically a General in my grand torturous army, or me in hers, didn't matter really … We were two hatred bound aggravated dark creatures lurking and assaulting any and all that couldn't take the heat of our brutality … we crushed people practically for a living, for fun. She was always enamored by my domination and control of situations where I should have had none in, she was always curious and loved to see me at work when it came to dismantling someone, both physically and or mentally … little did I know exactly how far the curiosity/admiration would go and as for why till later. But she and I were ... [To Be Continued]

xxv.b: Destroyer, curiosity/admiration would go and as for why till later. But she and I were ... one and the same, we bonded over blood spilled often and easily, even if that bloodshed was of our own and inflicted damage from others or even each other towards one another, conversing over scars physical and mental like wartime soldiers. She to me … The Imp … the aggressive non-stop consistent barrage hate bearing, death-by-a-thousand-cuts warlord that always succeeded when given any task. For her I … The Destroyer … The control demanding, dominating force of destruction to any and all things, ready and capable of burning the world and its opposition to my rule, with a glance. However … it goes without saying, that when I shattered and fell, The Imp was not aware of such a change … in fact when she and I reunited … she analyzed me for a couple days without breaking the silence hidden in shadow, because she was understandably confused at the Red she was viewing, the Red that had become rather than what she had remembered … The Imp, hated, change … but in time she started to realize just how much I had altered and adapted, and as to why. She even applauded my efforts and called me a “Psychotic Gambler” that “Threw the god of all hail mary's and risked it all stupidly and only! by the worlds largest ever seen luck cash out for one person … did you succeed … never try that again because you'll certainly fail” or something like that … … … But, she was right … and in her analysis of me … She realized just how much she had changed, and how different life really was from the past to now, how many people had left us both and how memories had both turned more sour or sweet. It changed her and I both to rejoin and talk, especially about those fallen members of the past, and how The Cazbium itself was hijacked/eroded and decrepit, that our once grand empire … had fallen. Why I thought it so odd that she was located so close to The Over Garden, was because of how isolated she had been and why she chose the location she did, which realistically was an overpriced place that was far from everything, if not make things incredibly difficult to get to if she did wanna venture out to the places and experiences that were close by, it seemed like she wanted to change, in her coming back from her long isolation, but that she was in a way building walls or positioning herself downhill from her uphill goals, and for The Imp, like stated before, she was not restricted to this place to live, she could tomorrow up and move to anywhere she'd like, so it seemed uncharacteristic, it seemed off, because even if she were to change like I have, she would never purposely put herself in such a situation as she has, without very good reason. Why? I wondered … but it started to click to me her reasons, or more so, a reason, she liked to look down from the ivory tower that was her apartment, down into The Over Garden ... not in malice or to boost her ego of success and to belittle … no … because she liked to escape without actually leaving. The world had stabbed and tortured her every time she had left, every time she had made any venture out to change, probably why she hated the very thought of it … looking out that window and down on the real greenery that overcame the barriers of society, that gained control and power, that dominated … was something she sought after, that allowed her to escape her situation at least mentally, or at least, to find freedom even in a confined controlled space … life for The Imp however I believe, and I think she'd agree, is a lavish fully built world surrounded by nothing else but her devices/vices of enjoyment … which is great … however … a prison painted with rainbows ... is still a prison indeed. And sooner than later, we both knew it'd crush her to stay the way she was and has been living, so now as others do, I watch … but unlike others, I will not wait idol as vultures pick her life apart, to watch her diminish … [To Be Continued]

xxv.c: Destroyer, I will not wait idol as vultures pick her life apart, to watch her diminish … and shatter … she supports me now, further than most, and for more reasons than not to do the opposite, but she persists, even through some of the resisting Wrath that gets loose here and there, she in search of gaining dominance, without knowing, has become indomitable … I idolize her and that type of progression, because only truly amazing individuals and their already jaw-dropping pursuits like hers of becoming a new and more socially capable person against all odds, are capable of building and gaining such traits in passing while accomplishing their goals in totality … it's fucking insane … especially since they never seem to know just how great they really are, I love them. So off I made my way to the danger den that she housed in, I got to the front door, lined in gold with thick large doors made of metal and marble that was white as quartz, and looked like a palace entrance. I open the large doors and walk to the elevator, the inner front desk/hall looked like it was pulled from a steampunk novel, dark oak half-walls topped with classical-looking wallpaper, lined in copper and bronze finishes and trim. With a clean expertly embroidered and designed red thick carpet over the marble flooring. I take the elevator all the way up to the top, a full 126 floors, The Douglas Building. Walk down to her door and knocked … I waited … then I heard what sounded like someone press against the door, the peephole was broken and blocked so she wasn't looking through that, then I heard her voice “h-hello? … who's there?” The fucking milkman, now let … before I could finish, the door swung open with force and speed so fast, it felt as if a small vacuum was created and sucked in all the air. She was spread all out in a pose like she was about to prepare for a tackle, one hand still on the door, her face filled with nothing but determination and concentration, then her head tilted down slightly and she hunched forewarned like she was about to compete in an Olympic sprint, I kept my eye on her face, it darkened to near black, slightly obscured, then … a red gleam came from her right eye AND ZOOM!!! She bolted at me with lightning speeds, I swear she broke the sound barrier at that moment, by the time I realized what was happening, her fist was planted about an inch in my gut, then … an Explosive Blast of air came from her fist, it sent a Shockwave that shook the hall and sent me flying at the wall, I hit the door opposite of hers and collapse to the ground in a slobbering gasp “AND THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET FOR LEAVING ME HERE FOR SO LONG!!! What the Hell is wrong with you Huh!?!?!? Do you know how much shit I went through trying to secure your entrance to The City? You know you can't just fucking walk right in, Right!?!” Tbh … it didn't really cross my mind how I was so easily allowed to walk into The City gates without any stops or hiccups, it was definitely now in retrospect because of the support of her and probably The Knight and Jester. Sorry!? *bloody cough* The fuck boot licker … you didn't have to send my gut a fucking ICBM … shit. “Like fucking hell I didn't! Where the hell have you been?” The Over Garden “The Over Garden?!? Why’d you go there?” I went to stand and catch my breath. I went to gather myself and destress from entering The City … it was a little more than overwhelming, which I wasn't expecting when I reentered … so I needed some time. “Oh … well why didn't you say anything to me? I would have loved to know that before you just up and vanished” she stepped inside of her apartment again and to the side of the door hugging it, then motioned to come inside. I walk in take my bag and set it on her countertop then unfold the top, she closes the door and says “You know … you look like someone who has spent the night outside, go use my shower; don't … ” *Out Popped Ein from my bag* “*Scream* WOAH!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?! YOU HAVE A FUCKING RACOON IN YOUR BAG” ... [To Be Continued]

xxv.d: Destroyer, “*Scream* WOAH!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?! YOU HAVE A FUCKING RACOON IN YOUR BAG” ... Ein scared, let out a little squeak, and dug deep into the bag to hide. Uhhh … Yea! And you just scared him! Nice going prick. Come here! tuka tuka tuka, come on! the evil little demon won't hurt you. “You KNEW it was in there!!!” Of Course! And … IT'S … name, ls … Ein. “Uhhhh Okay!?! Why the fuck do you have a baby Racoon? And WHY did you bring him here???” He was all alone and was clearly interested in me, he was walking all over my face when I woke up today, he seemed lost and scared … soooo … I've adopted him! “*Sigh* Why must you insist on making friends with strays? Do YOU EVEN KNOW IF HE'S SAFE TO HAVE???” Look at him! He wouldn't/couldn't hurt a fly … or well, maybe a fly, but not a Frog! … I start to pet Ein on his head as he pokes his head back out; isn't that right Ein! Yes! yes no you won't hurt anyone Noooo tch tch tch good boy. “I MEANT … Diseases! … fucking idiot, aren't raccoons carriers of rabies??” They can yeah … but only transmit it through biting, scratching, and getting secretions into your body, but he'd have to be rabid to do that … Which he is not! Thank You! And I'll have you know most diseases that raccoons carry are really only transmitted through their poop, so as long as you're careful, it's fine! “You are so gonna get some kind of worm or bacterial infection … and it'll be ME, taking care of you, fuck ass” Well looks like we have a plan then if that Happens!!! Now stop it … he's a hungry little cowboy bounty hunter and needs food because he is a strong boy. *Squeak* “You haven't found the shade with brains yet have you? Ok fine … what does … Ein … eat?” Well … tbh, I don't know what you're supposed to feed raccoons… but he loves granola bars. “You've fed him granola bars?” Yea! “Red, look at him! He's tiny, he can't even be a couple months old, he can't eat granola bars! Nor should he probably, he needs like … milk and stuff … he's just a baby and his stomach probably isn't developed enough to process that kind of stuff” She went and picked Ein up, started to pet him, and cradle him. “You can't just kidnap a baby raccoon and then proceed to mishandle/take care of him” I thought it was fine … look he's all chipper and ok. He closed his eyes and curled up in her hand, and started to pur. “You don't know if he's fine, we need to research this and take him to a vet, to make sure he's fine” Mmm … I mean yeah, probably right with that. “I'm gonna go research on what we should feed him and look up veterinarians in our area just in case, why I'm doing that … ”she grabbed a towel from the chair out of the recently washed laundry and threw it at me. I catch it. “Go take a shower and leave your clothes out, I'll throw them in the wash, I still have some old shorts of yours you can wear … I'll leave them on the sink” Yea yeah… got it … and … thanks. “No problem, and always … we'll talk more later, wanna know how you're holding up. But first ... ” *She pointed at the bathroom* “Shower stinky” *I grin and walk off to the shower (with full sass).* As I wash myself up, down, front to back, left and yes … right … I started to null over the lingering sound that had started to intensify since I arrived at The Over Garden, just general voices that were chatting away in the background, things being said such as ... [To Be Continued]

xxv.e: Destroyer, just general voices that were chatting away in the background, things being said such as ... “Fuck … is this where we are in life?” “I think this is good, I think if we hold strong, and keep to this good path, we can prove our strength and individuality.” “Think they care? … You must be huffin exhaust street rat! … haha, yea ... ain't no one in this head seein that silver jubilee pal.” “Still? There has to be a more efficient way to connect … maybe a gray path of Naughty and Nice?” “I should see meine oma, she's still healthy and not going anywhere, but sooner than later … that'll change.” “Lookin' for me? *He Coughs Blood* … ha … we both know that's a little too late now.” “Remember when we used to steal cucumbers from the neighbor's garden? Take them to the pink playhouse and pretend to cook, chopping them up with a knife we stole from the kitchen.” “YOU'RE GOING OVER THE LIMIT … Stop NOW … or you'll kill yourself.” “*Sounds of a Mourning Doves Coo*” “come on, Come On, COME!!! … ON!!! … Pull that Fuckin! Trigger! … I know you wanna thrash and thrill a little, dance with danger … so just … pull my devil trigger.” “ … in a strange time in my life … “ I snap from it, realizing I hadn't really washed that much … more so stood and glared at the drain while the hot water ran down my head, down my body, and just kind of fucking zoned out. I finish up and hop out, dry myself off, and put on the aforementioned “Old Shorts” … they were of my old school gym uniform, all white shorts with a red stripe on each outer side of the legs stretching vertically from top of the waste band to bottom of the seam, the shorts themselves rode just above the knees and were flexibly tight fitted but comfortable. I walk out, shirtless as there was no shirt to wear (As if it were planned that way) to The Imp strung across her fluffy white couch, laying down on her back, under a thin but also fluffy black and purple checkered blanket with her tablet in front of her face … I walk over and ask, Where's Ein? It was then she moved the table from out away from in front of her to reveal, a very sleepy and cuddled-up Ein, nestled on her upper chest closer to her neck, covered slightly in the blanket. *light gasp* I cannot believe what I'm seeing … You! … taking care of something without killing it? … astonishing, truly. “Shut up … feel lucky I like him more than I do you, and I don't turn him over to the vet immediately.” Well … aren't you grouchy all of a sudden “HE'S Supposed! … ” *she goes to a whisper* “He's supposed to eat/drink milk and a special type of formula since he's so young” Shit … well ok, did it say anywhere to get it? Pet store? or … straight to a vet? “Said a pet store typically sells the formula” *She gets up slowly, putting Ein down on the couch wrapped in the blanket* “You go get the formula, looks like this, I'll stay here to watch over him, and get dinner started … as well think over some things we need to discuss, understand?” Yeah … got it. “Good” *She goes in and gives me an unexpected deep hug* “I was scared you weren't gonna be able to make it this far, sorry to doubt you, I just worry … glad you're here.” I felt my heart beat hard and fast for a second … as if I had lost what it had felt like to hear someone say those words. *I go to hold her, wrapping my arms around her* yeah … thanks … Imp. I could feel her heartbeat, she was so close, she was so … light. We let go and I set off, taking about an hour, I returned with two bags full of formula and a little adjustable red collar, with a silver dog tag attached that had engraved, Ein, stretched vertically down the tag. I lay everything down on the counter, trying not to take up so much space. “Find the formula?” She said while sautéing something in a sauté pan, Yeah! “Good, because he woke up … and he is … Hangry!” I grabbed a formula bag with its helpful little bottle design, pick up Ein on the couch, and watch as he devoured one whole bag, then watched as he sneezed, burped, and hiccupped all at the same time ... [To Be Continued]

xxv.f: Destroyer, then watched as he sneezed, burped, and hiccupped all at the same time ... I played with him and put the collar around him, which he seemed not to mind much … time passes and dinner had been made, The Imp brings me a plate, sits next to me and turns on some random internet video over her TV “SCP-096 Documentary” and we begin to eat the Thai scallop sauté mixed with soft white rice and steamed broccoli covered in light dabs of soy sauce. “So … are you … ok?” Loaded question really “It's not supposed to be … ” well, I mean … I'm alive and still kickin ain't I? I'd say that's pretty good, wouldn't you? “*sigh* Stop … dodging the question. Come on … please?” *sigh* yeah … I'm ok, for the most part … just adjusting to a lot, trying to figure out more or less where I stand. “Where you stand? I hope you know, we're good … I care for you and I know you care for me, so you don't have to think, at least for me … that you're on the rocks or not important … I think about you more or less every day, at least once … so you know.” I had no doubts on us, or about you … and … Thank you, you mean a lot to me as well … especially now more than ever, you're important in ways I'd never be able to express to you Imp, not easily at least, especially with … my past transgressions and idiotic mistakes towards you, sorry again for it all btw, never meant to hurt you, just wanted to protect myself and others. *a smile and eyes as big as an Olympic swimming pool grew on her face* “Heheee! … Well … I … I-i don't really know what to say. I never expected … didn't think it possible for you to apologize to me … at least not the Red I used to know … and I get it you know, I'm sure you'd understand more than anyone what it's like to be treated as a monster or a threat … especially when in reality … you're just trying to love. I understand why you did what you did, I'd probably do the same if I was in the same situation, and had similar fears. It's ok, I forgive you.” Thank you … truly. I still feel responsible, however, a debt that must be repaid. “You weren't at fault … do you remember what you told me years ago at the lake? When we all gathered around for The Jesters' birthday party?” Um … I don't, no, what was it? “Never save those truths from the heart for a rainy day, lest you'll drown in regret … speak to everyone worth a damn” “like they're You” … anything other than that … is a shitty mask, keeping you from seeing what's really going on in the moment. “Yep! You got it … I thought about that for years, especially during college, there were plenty of times I just … would put on a mask or persona, and just kind of pretend I was something or someone I wasn't … every time I recognized that, I remembered that. I tried to just, stop and switch back to what I wanted to say/do and just move on … it helped a lot … thank you.” Thank you for telling me, what was your greater point to all that though? I don't follow sorry. “It's not your fault what you did … I think you maybe put on a mask because you didn't honestly remember how to deal with inner group conflict … and in the end … it ended up hurting me yes, but not because you were purposely doing so, or at least, not in a way that I know you were trying to … you as you said, were just trying to protect. You just forgot/maybe got caught up in the whole situation and made a few rash decisions. I mean … am I right?” You're absolutely right … I hadn't even honestly thought of it like that before, partially because I feel more or less like I'm not immune, but more so … less prone to those types of situations, it's hard to accept honestly, the realization that I slipped … part of that “adjusting” I was talking about … need to learn how I ticked … need to reestablish the order of operations and become … Old … again … haha, if that crazy nonsense even makes sense ... [To Be Continued]

xxv.g: Destroyer, haha, if that crazy nonsense even makes sense ... “Yeah I understand, and you may have slipped … but you've regained or never really lost, that part of you I've always known, which was your honesty and ability to fess up your mistakes … but why so hell-bent though on acquiring those old memories and way of things, even in the name of rebuilding? Aren't they the reasons you kind of collapsed in the first place? Would it not be too dangerous trying to gather all of that, I mean you're basically risking everything every time you regain a shade, and the more you get the less … Good … shades that'll be available for you … your risk to reward ratio … well it'll become more and more unbalanced as you go on” Yeah in a way, they were responsible, they built a path that lead to the shatter, and yeah … it'll only become more and more of a shit show as I progress further. But, I have to do something, gotta keep moving forward, I have nothing else to do otherwise, except live in regret and rot … I feel like an outsider to my own life as it stands now, a mere guest in this house, and I remember looking back through memory, the power I held over my own life, that I seriously lack now … I just don't know how I acquired that presence I had when I walked around, and how that made people talk to me, when I try to go mimic what I did in the past now … it just … fails hard, I get weird looks or get called an asshole or insensitive, I just make things awkward, etc … it's all just … wrong. “You are different … I know and see it, but” *She turned towards me, put her right hand on top of my left, that was resting on the couch* “I'm very content with who I'm talking to … you don't have to become … yourself, again … for me or anyone else to love or respect you. I also would much rather you be who you are now … if that means you'll stay safe.” *I start to feel my heart rush a little* I can feel her hand in more detail … soft, warm, and so damn light, feels strange, and so different from the gut puncher from earlier … guess this was partially why I liked The Imp … [To Be Continued]

xxv.h: Destroyer, guess this was partially why I liked The Imp … versatility. Yeah! No totally. I had become … flustered. “*Popcorn popping* Well … isn't this unexpected” I know … that I don't have to become … me … again. I just … *sigh* I can't help feel that I could do more of what I want, and be more for everyone else, if I could reconstruct myself. I … know … but still Really! … appreciate you saying what you said, nice to hear regardless of my current progress, at least you approve, I'll keep that in mind, thanks. *I flip my hand as to connect palms and hold her hand tightly, then let go* I get up and grab both of our now empty plates, I walk to the kitchen and wash the plates immediately. “Of Course! … you're always welcome here … speaking of … I'd like it if … you were to stay here, with me. At least while you're you know … fighting this fight” Oh! “You don't have anywhere else to stay really right?? So why not here, a base of operations of sorts, Me … You … and Ein!” *I giggle* Y-yeah … I think that's probably for the best honestly. “PERFECT! Yeah … of course it's the best, I mean look who you're talking to!” Yeah yeah. I finish washing the plates. “It's getting late … think I'm gonna head in ok?” Yeah for sure, I'll stay up a little longer then, probably crash on the couch, that way I can watch over Ein as well. “Yeah ok! … you could … sleep with ... ” She paused for a good second. “I'll get your blankets and a pillow!” She rushed into her room and out came with such. I take them and set them up on the couch, I settle in and cradle Ein in my hands as he rests on my chest. The Imp walked over to be, pet Ein's head as he purred and said “Well … Aren't you cute” *She said ... smiling big.* Yeah … I was born that way. *She stops petting him and proceeds to flick my forehead* “Quiet you … good night. If you need anything, just ask” Got it … and Night! *She waves* walks into her room and shuts the door. I lay there, resting with Ein, and feel … somewhat at home … like I was kind of living in the past for a moment, in a good way. I felt calm and collected. I felt … “Confident.” I close my eyes … and soon … black.

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