Wade Garrett
Just trying to do the right thing
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- He/His/Him
WHAT YOU ARE IN THE DARK: Sept of Rhaenrya 254
Sibela W...Targaryen waited patiently for the novice to finish sweeping and move on. And then she flashed some fang and waved a hand to get the little shit to move along because her tits hurt (but fuck if some bitch was going to nurse her girl, fangs or not) and her everything hurt, and she had things to say weren't for some kid septom to hear.
Kid took the hint and made themselves scarce, and she turned back to the shrine. Not a lot of folk dropping by the Sept at this time of night, not that many ever came RI this particular shrine.
Blessed Morgyn might be a saint, but she was a jumped up come lately and an Essosi to boot, not real popular in King's Landing...well, good. Maybe she'd pay attention to somebody round here talking to her.
She took the castle forged dagger out of her shawl and looked up at the hooded figure.
"Reckon..." she licked her lips, looked around to make sure nobody was there, just her and the saint. All right then.
"Reckon you...we both know I'm a dark piece of work. Fucked around, cut some purses, cut a throat or two...reckon the Seven ain't got much use for me. But that's...that's what you do, yeah? You talk to'em for me?"
Silence.
"Listen...fuck. You weren't born in no Sept, you came up a gutter rat, just like me. And I bet you...don't tell me you never got hungry and snaked something. Don't tell me you never let nobody have a go at you, cause it was easier than thieving and you wouldn't lose a hand...you know. You know what I...
So yeah. I fucked around, and I stole, and there's some dead cause of me, and that's afore His Nibs stuck me in with the Royals, and I had to do more and do worse. Weren't no High Septa to take me in, take me by the hand, give me a wyvern, I wanted something I had to take it.
So you...you don't act like you're better than me. You go tell those Seven motherfuckers...
You tell'em they want to shit on me, grit their teeth and grunt away. I stood, I can stand it, they can get fucked...
But my baby ain't done a fucking thing. Not a fucking thing but be born.
Not a fucking thing. And...not enough she has to be fuck ugly like her mam. They fucked up her leg and she won't ever walk, and they fucked up her ears...and she ain't done a thing you motherfucking cunts.
You tell'em that ain't right. You tell'em that's...they want to shit on me for what I did, fair's fair and fuck'em, but they better fix Visenya. You tell those fuckers that, and you tell'em just that way. All right?"
She slams the dagger down on the altar, and the hooded statue is blurring from her tears, and she wants to spit on it, she wants to get on Starchaser and burn the whole fucking thing to the ground, but instead she just looks defiantly up at the marble saint.
"You tell'em that. Savvy?"
Representation of Blessed Morgyn, Matron Saint of the Faith
Associated With:
The Mother
Sphere of Influence:
The Mother's Hand Militant Order, the Free City of Pentos, foundlings, daughters, wyvern riders, warriors
A Pentoshi foundling taken in and schooled by the High Septa (when that worthy was merely the Most Devout of the Mother). Morgyn was the Faith's first wyvern rider, who perished in the First War For The Hill against Norvos. The four members of the Mother's Hand and three Hounds of the Seven who stood vigil over her corpse testified that the Mother Herself appeared before them and bore the slain septa's body up to the Seven Heavens.
Morgyn is the first Essosi to be named a saint of the Seven since the Andal Invasion of Westeros, and is most often venerated in Pentos and by those who follow the Seven in the lands of Volantis (although representations of her made in those lands depict her with distinctly Valyrian features, despite all contemporary records stating the Saint was dark of hair). Those who wish Blessed Morgyn to intercede for them are advised to lay a knife or dagger at one of her shrines as an offering.
Sibela W...Targaryen waited patiently for the novice to finish sweeping and move on. And then she flashed some fang and waved a hand to get the little shit to move along because her tits hurt (but fuck if some bitch was going to nurse her girl, fangs or not) and her everything hurt, and she had things to say weren't for some kid septom to hear.
Kid took the hint and made themselves scarce, and she turned back to the shrine. Not a lot of folk dropping by the Sept at this time of night, not that many ever came RI this particular shrine.
Blessed Morgyn might be a saint, but she was a jumped up come lately and an Essosi to boot, not real popular in King's Landing...well, good. Maybe she'd pay attention to somebody round here talking to her.
She took the castle forged dagger out of her shawl and looked up at the hooded figure.
"Reckon..." she licked her lips, looked around to make sure nobody was there, just her and the saint. All right then.
"Reckon you...we both know I'm a dark piece of work. Fucked around, cut some purses, cut a throat or two...reckon the Seven ain't got much use for me. But that's...that's what you do, yeah? You talk to'em for me?"
Silence.
"Listen...fuck. You weren't born in no Sept, you came up a gutter rat, just like me. And I bet you...don't tell me you never got hungry and snaked something. Don't tell me you never let nobody have a go at you, cause it was easier than thieving and you wouldn't lose a hand...you know. You know what I...
So yeah. I fucked around, and I stole, and there's some dead cause of me, and that's afore His Nibs stuck me in with the Royals, and I had to do more and do worse. Weren't no High Septa to take me in, take me by the hand, give me a wyvern, I wanted something I had to take it.
So you...you don't act like you're better than me. You go tell those Seven motherfuckers...
You tell'em they want to shit on me, grit their teeth and grunt away. I stood, I can stand it, they can get fucked...
But my baby ain't done a fucking thing. Not a fucking thing but be born.
Not a fucking thing. And...not enough she has to be fuck ugly like her mam. They fucked up her leg and she won't ever walk, and they fucked up her ears...and she ain't done a thing you motherfucking cunts.
You tell'em that ain't right. You tell'em that's...they want to shit on me for what I did, fair's fair and fuck'em, but they better fix Visenya. You tell those fuckers that, and you tell'em just that way. All right?"
She slams the dagger down on the altar, and the hooded statue is blurring from her tears, and she wants to spit on it, she wants to get on Starchaser and burn the whole fucking thing to the ground, but instead she just looks defiantly up at the marble saint.
"You tell'em that. Savvy?"
Representation of Blessed Morgyn, Matron Saint of the Faith
Associated With:
The Mother
Sphere of Influence:
The Mother's Hand Militant Order, the Free City of Pentos, foundlings, daughters, wyvern riders, warriors
A Pentoshi foundling taken in and schooled by the High Septa (when that worthy was merely the Most Devout of the Mother). Morgyn was the Faith's first wyvern rider, who perished in the First War For The Hill against Norvos. The four members of the Mother's Hand and three Hounds of the Seven who stood vigil over her corpse testified that the Mother Herself appeared before them and bore the slain septa's body up to the Seven Heavens.
Morgyn is the first Essosi to be named a saint of the Seven since the Andal Invasion of Westeros, and is most often venerated in Pentos and by those who follow the Seven in the lands of Volantis (although representations of her made in those lands depict her with distinctly Valyrian features, despite all contemporary records stating the Saint was dark of hair). Those who wish Blessed Morgyn to intercede for them are advised to lay a knife or dagger at one of her shrines as an offering.
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