Oghren getting drunk on the surface and remembering his wedding day
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Nameless jeering uncles handed Oghren cup after cup, their names were lost in a distorted blur and their faces slipped out of focus and the burnt amber liquid, flat expensive ale. he could start to pick out that image of Branka, of that first time he saw her.
Branka’s arms had crossed over her wedding gown. But he hadn’t been paying attention to her face. She was in a dress that moved like liquid bronze. One of those jeering uncles had leant across the table and told him about her dress, she’d made it, her dowry not only in the worth of the beaten sheet copper, but also in the skill required to make it. It was some Smithing tradition, the finer the dress the better the bride.
For a whole night, he loved that dress. Loved the way she moved in it, loved the way it rippled. Oghren could hit anything with a hammer, and he only had the strength of his body to give her in return, but nothing he’d ever hit looked like that when he was through. He just left a trail of mess and destruction wherever he went. But, the stupid naive part of him, hoped that Branka liked the look of him too.
She didn’t, he discovered rather soon after.
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Character Study of Oghren
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- Part 1 of Silver!Verse - Chronological