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DAVOS
“Why are you so wary of me, Ser Davos? We seek the same you and I to help Lord Stannis achieve his fate, to become the paramour of the just and the living and the king of WESTEROS.”
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DAVOS
“Why are you so wary of me, Ser Davos? We seek the same you and I to help Lord Stannis achieve his fate, to become the paramour of the joust and the living and the king of WESTEROS.”
“I’M WARY OF THOSE who might betray your grace. n’ that includes strange red witches, n’ their odd magick. so forgive me if i do not trust a single word that comes outta your mouth.”
It is almost amusing how Davos believes with a strong certainty that the red witch will double-cross the one she so strongly supports “betray?” the word lingers in her tongue more than necessary, her eyes flaring, the corners of her mouth twitch as she smiles faintly at him. Red robes move as she walks toward his stance, feet dragged lazily, hips swinging. “treason is a very important accusation, Ser Davos” voice sultry and inviting. “It’s no magic, ’tis is faith, gifts from the red god -- R’hllor favors his fervent subjects ”
DAVOS
IT WAS MOST DEFINITELY not amusing to him. if anything, it was worrying, hearing just how blatantly and comfortably she managed to talk about this sort of ordeal. it made his skin crawl— she made his skin crawl. “aye, that it is.” he takes a couple of paces back, brows knit together as he listened to her blathering about her god once more. it all started to sound more like something out of a storybook, rather than religious rambling. he didn’t want her to come close, her mere presence making the ex-smuggler uneasy. “call it faith, or a gift, it does not change the fact that i won’t waste a second in killing ye if lord stannis’ rule is compromised by one of yer little games, witch.”
Red eyes stare at him with intensity, they almost seem to reflect fire, flames burning bright in her irises. Her smile grows and she makes a little sound in the deepness of her throat. The rest of the light in the room seems to dim, to change and flicker, the warmth raises it’s almost suffocating. “My games are no small thing, Lord Davos.” All playfulness is now gone from her features, from the way she moves, or how she talks. Melisadre closes the distance with them -- This tall priestess from Asshai might no tower the man but she’s in equal sight range, one of her hand is raised and she pressed it softly to the ex smuggler chest to feel the beating of his heart. “the are worst fates than death.”