CLOSED | prompt eight | RUIN

[dondarrion]

prompt eight | R U I N dressing-room style. closed to rog.

 

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[precinct]

[ He glances once at the nearby hallway, the smile on his face nothing short of razor-sharp. (Grin like that could split a hair in two.) She likes him sweet, but she likes him ugly, too, and it's in that balance that Petyr has found himself caught like a fly in honey, too delighted by the ugliness he finds mirrored inside her to notice that he's drowning at all. (Though, that said, he's well aware he needs to be careful. He may by the adult, but at the end of the day he knows who Ned Stark would believe.)

He's half breathless when he speaks again (too noticeable a weakness, though his senses are too hazy for him to truly care). ]

've I ever let you down, honey?