ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ʙʏ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀs

[dogmeats]

Who: Sandor Clegane & You
What: a catch-all — ft. open mini-event top level
When: the month of October
Where: around Milton

Content Warnings: profane language, violence, period-fantasy typical ignorant bullshit likely, possible mentions of child death and assault (from Gregor)

sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

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[dogmeats]

( -you look like you'd go through the stairs; he turns to level her with just the flattest, least impressed look of all time. Except, she's bloody fucking right, so he can't even come back at her with anything. Weak-looking shit support of a husk doesn't seem like it could hold a normal man, let alone one of his mass.

The look fades away back into something stoic, guarded, maybe thinly contemplative as she carries on. Methuselah; that old cunt. Been hearing a bit about him.

He's curious, even if he's not keen to admit it. )

Put you onto it, the fuck does that mean? What do you know about it?

[desperate_times_right]

[Chloe’s so used to garnering that reaction from people that she just smiles back mildly. She's right, isn't she?]

Oh, you know. “A great tragedy, a black mark on our town’s memory, oh I can't talk about it, it's too sad,” like of course people would be curious about it!

Didn't see much in there besides a few family photos myself, but one of my friends said he saw child ghosts.