[awhispcr]

# AWHISPCR -- a dependent muse blog for westeroslive . ft :

DAENERYS CELTIGAR ; a study in : yearning , a mask of contentment ; beneath hides a veil of jealousy and resentment ; homesick for a place you've only heard about ; when slyvia plath said " it is AWFUL to want to go away & to want to go nowhere . ' ” introduction . pinterest . spotify .

[wcrfcres]

it had been easy to say the last two empty lines of his dance card have been filled . and the lord of bear island found this a useful excuse to salvage him for those who sought for a dance , even company . there are , however , names and faces he could not use such excuses with when they their very names are etched on the list anchoring him to the evening's festivities . ❝ ah , yes , lady celtigar , we are to dance , of course . ❞ rejection is not an appropriate course of action , if he wished to be successful . but delaying always , at least until the music is slower and less likely to make him step on anyone's feet and cause accidents . ❝ but perhaps , i can tempt you with dessert ? or sweet wine before we do ? ❞

[awhispcr]

Oh, how easy it was to tempt a sweet tooth such as the Lady Celtigar, she'd forgive almost all sins if dessert was on the table. "You little devil, how could I refuse such an offering? Come, tell me a story to distract me further." She winked at him, Daenerys knew all too well how awkward dances could be; especially with those who could still be considered as strangers. She often wondered how it came so naturally to some and not others. "Do you prefer dessert or sweet wine?"

[ravasz]

"I do not doubt you, my lady. I am the same myself. There are some at court, however, who wouldn't take it lightly. And they would happily blame the disorderly lord of Winterfell." As much as they didn't mind rumors going on about them, and there were definitely ones that painted him in a bad way, they felt a need for holding themself back for a bit, at least around the lady Celtigar. He smiled as he clearly swallowed down a joke that presented itself loud and clear as a result of her words. "As much as I'd... enjoy that more than you think, my answer is no. But--" He stopped to turn to her. "--If you'd like to break the rules, we may do it on castle grounds. I made friends with some of the attendants. They have their own fun at night. We could visit them, if you'd like? Not now, of course, they are far too busy with preparations for the ball."

[awhispcr]

"Gods, you're annoyingly insistent." Daenerys groaned and rolled her eyes, how boring she began to find him and she was hardly paying attention to their words at this point. Must she spell everything out to them? This whirlwind friendship was beginning to give the lady whiplash. "Are you a child? No, and neither am I, do as you wish but do not pretend to care in the slightest about breaking rules or whatever reputation nonsense you enjoy talking so much about, or rather, blathering." The lady gathered her skirts, reading to leave them right then and there. It seemed this trip had Dany at her wits end, she desperately craved some form of entertainment that wasn't going to bore her into an early grave. "When you're ready to grow a backbone, I shall be waiting, until then, we're done here."

[flamedreamt-deactivated20250301]

“ah,  yes.  martyn  stark.  that  northern  buffoon  with  hammers  for  hands  and  a  loud  brass  cymbal  as  a  voice.”  throughout  both  gathering  and  joust,  such  name  had  circulated  within  the  circles  where  naerys  passed  by,  pausing  to  listen.  such  a  thing  was  not  eavesdropping  so  much  as  aiming  to  have  environment  understood,  remain  one  step  ahead  at  all  costs.  if  something  else  was  to  turn  for  the  worst,  liege  was  to  be  prepared.  “i  can  see  why  you'd  like  to  see  if  he  clanged  down  stone  stairs  as  well.  though  i  do  hope  he  hasn't  dared  to  be  a  particular  kind  of  insulting?” call that a combination of sweet and bitterness.

[awhispcr]

"Insulting? No, not really. I doubt they're capable of being truly insulting even if he tried." There was a smile on her face that was as sweet as it was poisonous, soaking with malice as she basked in the words the liege used to describe their mutual acquaintance. Daenerys tried to maintain her composure by letting out a dramatic sigh. "Alas, bruises heal and my ego with them... What have you been up to, though? I fear I have neglected our friendship with my complaints."

[hteds-archive]

 ❛   arbor  gold  is  sweeter  than  any  you'd  find  ,  my  lady  ,  ❜   ty  responds  but  shrugs  off  the  rejection  .  it  would  aid  him  more  in  endeavoring  through  the  rest  of  the  festivities  .   ❛   it's  nice  ,  but  busier  than  i  expected  .  i  suppose  our  ruling  lady  wishes  to  make  sure  none  find  themselves  without  someone  to  dance  with  for  any  longer  than  a  couple  of  minutes  .  with  our  dance  cards  so  full  i'm  afraid  we'll  have  little  time  for  wine  and  desserts  .  ❜     

[awhispcr]

"Wouldn't it be glorious if instead of exhausting ourselves with dancing, we just taste desserts and pair them with the best tasting wines? There has to be a job for that, and I would gladly do it." Even if the lady wasn't particularly fond of wine, she would push that aside if it meant eating fabulous cakes and pastries. "If this was a celebration for yourself, what would your guests be indulging in?"

[aduains-deactivated20260129]

“Be careful what you wish for,” she replied, leaning back, tilting her face to the sky. “Your gods may grant your wish and turn you into something horrid and ugly, like a vulture, or worse- something that might be eaten by the court at a feast, like a goose.” It was an attempt lighten the mood, and Rhea turned her head to smile at her friend. Dany’s next words hit close to Rhea’s own anxieties, and she turned her face away, back to the clouds, letting the words hang. Did she miss the Iron Islands, with their constant cloud cover and a wind that carried the stench of seabird shit and whale breath? It felt complicated even if she knew, deep down, that she would give anything to see the waves crash against the cliffs she’d grown up on. When she finally spoke, her voice was uncharacteristically quiet. “We’ll be home soon enough, staring out our tower windows, dreaming of a beautiful day in Highgarden.” She paused, considering her words. “I understand what you mean, though. The sun shines differently here. The wind blows in a way I can’t understand. And God, you can’t take a step without running into some high-strung noble.” 

[awhispcr]

"Vultures may be ugly, Rhea, but they can fly far, far away from here." Daenerys mused, she'd gladly give up whatever surface level beauty she had in exchange to be a great big bird and flap her wings. Wishful thinking wouldn't get her any closer to her home, however. Though, she had to smile and suppress a laugh at the idea of being a goose for all to feast on. "You have a wild imagination, don't you? Perhaps we should pray to be turned into seagulls so that we may stay upon the shores of our home." The Celtigar offered her fellow sea dweller a smile, nudging her with an elbow.

[morewoe-archive]

"Seeing  some  of  the  outcomes  of  the  joust,  it  is  quite  the  miracle.  Perhaps,  next  time,  such  a  violent  game  will  not  be  chosen  to  commemorate  a  name  day."  The  corners  of  her  lips  curl  into  a  smile,  like  she  had  not  watched  the  bloodshed  eagerly,  like  it  made  the  rest  of  the  events  dull  in  comparison.  But  that  was  not  polite  conversation,  so  she  held  her  tongue.  "Not  to  your  tastes,  my  lady?  Even  with  our  partners  chosen  for  us,  it  has  been  a  beautiful  event.  What  would  you  be  doing,  if  you  could  be  anywhere?"

[awhispcr]

"It's not terrible, but it gets tedious quickly. There are only so many conversations to be had and most of it is awkward small talk." Daenerys would further explain, this was all her experience anyway. "If it's not about the events itself, then it's about how badly some of us wish to not be here. Nobody has the guts to just say what they mean." Or, perhaps Dany was simply ignorant to the consequences that may occur if anyone truly spoke their mind. "I think I would be sitting on a rock looking out into the sea, or practising archery. And yourself?"

[heavnlearchive]

you   are   no   more   a   child   -   refrain   from   acting   as   such,   daemon   refrains   from   uttering,   though   he   is   certain   frustration   is   clear   within   tone   as   he   speaks   once   more:   “   no.   ”   he   denies   it,   but   her   words   ring   true.   he   would   see   kin   far   from   his   reach   -   far   from   ruin.   “    i   would   see   you   extend   our   reach   beyond   the   sands   of   the   isle.   your   trying   matters   little   when   an   arrangement   can   be   made.    ”

[awhispcr]

"Alright, I'll bite, with whom would you attempt to make such an arrangement ?" It didn't hurt to ask, though she still felt she had to mentally prepare herself for his answer. In the mean time Dany would turn the tables on him. "And whom would be ruling with you once our dearest father is gone?"

[ravasz]

They couldn't help but feel that she was downplaying her pain. After all, lading on one's hands and knees on marble floors of all things mustn't have been a good feeling, especially not after rolling down some steps. Goodness. Perhaps he really was too harsh. Either way, they didn't relay their worried thoughts, instead he hummed, instantly amused by her offer to go somewhere away from court. "Forgive me my lady but after today the last thing I want is to be responsible for soiling your good name by bringing you among the smallfolk." However ridiculous he found the sentiment as he himself found better company among them than at court, he knew how fast gossip could spread. "We must find a perfectly amiable and neutral space in which we may have a drink while I tell one of my stories."

[awhispcr]

Her hand dropped back to her side, a pang of disappointment clung tightly at her chest as she forced a smile. "That is quite considerate of you, however I am not above being among smallfolk, and I care little of my good name." Strange indigo-violet eyes searched theirs curiously, wondering if they thought she would stick her nose up at such things, if he thought so little of her. Nevertheless, Dany shrugged her shoulders. "Besides, I have actually never been in a tavern, and there's a first for everything, as they say!" She chuckled to ease the tension in the air and heartache in her chest. "I wouldn't complain if my first time was with you."

[steelfyre-a]

myrcella  giggled,  smile growing,  as  the celtigar pulled her onto the dance floor. the lightness she'd felt during her previous dances returned. a feeling she thought she'd have to wait logner for when so many seemed intent on stubbornness rather than enjoying the ball.  ❝  as long as we both enjoy ourselves then the dance shall be a good one! ❞   she curtsied before the song's first notes began and then floated through the initial steps. eyes, previously focused on the floor

[awhispcr]

Daenerys did her best to follow along with Myrcella, she seemed more confident in her steps than the Celtigar but soon enough she felt just as confident to float around with a giant smile. It was so nice to just let go and have fun without worrying about looking good for appearance sake. "You know, you're pretty wise! And pretty in general, but your words have moved me."

[awhispcr]

closed starter for @wcrfcres ft. daenerys & alaric

The Celtigar had been avoiding the dance floor, save from a few dances here and there, though it seemed she wasn't the only one. As her eyes wandered around, she had noticed many other wallflowers, it put her at ease as she wandered around the corners of the hall, only stopping once she came across a somewhat familiar face. Though Daenerys and Alaric were yet to be formally introduced, she heard a few things about the Bear Islanders and had wondered if all northerners were similarly subborn. "Lord Mormont, it seems you are on my card, may I trouble you for a dance?"

[ravasz]

Martyn only hummed as acknowledgent to her words. Well, at least it was something to learn from. What exactly he'll learn was still a mystery, however. Of course, there was the obvious: not to trip ladies. But there was something else, something about this lady in particular that he would have to mull over later. Their hands clasped behind their back when she stepped closer, making sure there would be no intention of touching as fingers fidgeted with the lacy edge of the handkerchief on their wrist. They looked her in the eye, yet she did not, letting them know that what she was about so say was going to be coming from an honest place in her heart. "I forgive you too." He could've said there was nothing to forgive, but it would've been a lie. "Are you awfully hurt? Would you like me to tell you a story? I find stories, especially funny ones are a great distraction in times of pain."

[awhispcr]

There was a small smile playing at her lips that she tried to hush away but failed. "Tis not as bad as I had thought, a dull ache, nothing more." Dany's eyes finally locked in on theirs, perking up at the idea of hearing a story from Martyn; fictional or not, she enjoyed the sound of his voice but would never admit to it. Not now, at least. "A story? I'd like that. Shall we find a quiet spot in a tavern or somewhere more comfortable than cobblestones?" A hand stretched out towards them, permitting them to touch her, if he so wished to. "I'll treat you to a drink, if you'd like."

[steelfyre-a]

❝  don't  worry,  my lady.  my  kind will return to our northern domain as soon as duty permits. ❞   jaw clenched. her choice of two words served as another reminder of how theon assumed many in the south viewed northerners. a different breed. a sentiment he was reminded of each time duty called him south. he sighed.  ❝  it's only dancing i am opposed to, not company. ❞   the truth of his words was debatable, a creature who needed its solitude even when he was home, but not even a northerner lacked all sense of decorum.

[awhispcr]

"A jest, not a very good one, I'm afraid." Daenerys relaxed and offered a smile to the Stark, she had a bad habit of getting into petty spats with the Stark's of late, it was in her best interest to get into the ruling lord's good graces. "To be fair, I'm not particularly fond of dancing much either. I prefer writing or simply observing." Which was partially true, but most words that left her lips were only what he wanted to hear; so she hoped, anyhow. "What would you be doing right now if you had the choice?"

[morewoe-archive]

"Yes.  I  must  say,  there  are  days  I  miss  sea  air,  rather  than  the  pitiful  breeze  off  the  Mander.  Heat  is  quite  a  bit  more  tolerable,  when  it  is  not  so  all-consuming."  And  decked  out  in  jewels  and  silks,  a  walking  declaration  of  Westerlands  prosperity,  Gysella  felt  it  terribly,  though  she  did  not  let  it  show  on  her  face.  "Oh,  our  hosts  have  made  sure  of  that.  Between  the  joust,  and  the  feasts,  and  now  the  ball.  Do  tell  me,  has  your  brother  quite  recovered  from  his  mishap?  Such  is  the  way  of  a  joust,  I  suppose."

[awhispcr]

The Celtigar couldn't quite tell if Gysella was being sincere in her concern for her brother, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if doing so would grant her answers but soon smoothed her face into a smile. "Men will be men, I thank the gods that he is still with us to fight another day." A suitable and respectful answer to what she would have preferred in reply. "Yes, balls and other flights of fancy that I certainly do not care for, such gracious hosts."

[heavnlearchive]

“    have   i   a   choice?    ”   elder   scoffs   as   gaze   falls   from   younger   ,   “    yes,   sister    —    i'll   be   there.    ”    if   only,   daemon   considers,   to   find   the   most   desirable   among   the   crowds   for   his   own.   “    i   should   think   you   will,   as   well.   if   only   so   we   might   find   you   a   suitable   liege   for   your   own.    ”

[awhispcr]

"Pardon?" She upturned her nose at her brother's statement, to get married was something she did not want, at least not now and perhaps not ever. The mere thought of belonging to another person made her cringe. "I think not, sweet Daemon. Though your concern has moved me, and not without lack of trying on my own part ; to even suggest such a thing only means one thing, you wish to have me leave home!"

[awhispcr]

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         courtney eaton,  twenty seven,  demi-girl,  they/she.    announcing  the  arrival  of  SERENA  of  house  HORNWOOD,  the  LIEGE  of  HORNWOOD.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  GENTLE  and  NAIVE  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  music.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  foraging for winter berries, mud-clad knees, the sound of laughter whilst frolicking in meadows.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  HORNWOOD'S        

# basic information.

official  name:  serena hornwood.  nicknames:  rena (open to any and all other nicknames, they don't mind).  noble  title:  leige of hornwood.  date  of  birth:  16th may.  age:  27.  birthplace:  unknown, but somewhere in the north.  home:  hornwood.  nationality:  westerosi.  gender:  no.  pronouns:  they/she.  orientation:  bisexual, biromantic.  accent:  northern westerosi.

# physical information.

faceclaim:  courtney eaton.   hair:  deep brown  eyes:  brown almost black. height:  5'7".  scent:   winter berries and mint leaves.  dominant  hand:  right.  allergies:  none. scars:  a few minor ones from childhood scraps and climbing trees.   clothing  style:  typical high born dresses, lots of furs and pelts for the winter, prefers browns and oranges.

# personality.

label:   the daydreamer, the wanderer, indigo child.   mbti:   intp.   enneagram:   5w6 ; the troubleshooter   element:   earth.   star   sign:   taurus.   temperament:   phlegmatic  melancholic.  character   inspirations:   sangonomiya kokomi + yanfei (genshin impact), guinaifen (honkai star rail).   deadly   sin:   gluttony.   heavenly   virtue:   charity.   godly   parent:   themis.

# drives.

hobbies:  music and poetry.  religion:  old gods.  alliance:  themselves.  personal goals:  to survive this wicked and unprecedented world.  would they choose family or power?  family.

  

narrative...

You are the personification of sunshine despite your northern home, has anyone ever seen you without a smile? Some say you learnt to sing before you could talk, to dance before you could walk. A happy child, a happy liege. Perhaps it's because deep down you know that the family that took you in has given you a better life than the one you were born to.

Your kind-hearted and gentleness knows no bounds, friend or foe; you try your best to understand and accept everyone's opinions and beliefs, anything to make a new friend. It's all to fill the void that your sibling left you, your dearest older sibling; the ruling liege can only soothe the ache for so long. They also lost them, and to lose a twin must be the greatest pain of all. Despite it all, you still refuse to show an inch of sadness or pessimism.

However, your friendly and sunny deposition belies your innocence and naivete. You aren't the type to care about politics within Westeros or your temporary home of Essos, such things are lost on you. But if anyone were to ask where your loyalties lie, you'd simply smile and mention your family and your house before running off into a field of flowers. You aren't a fighter either, not like your family and noble house. You have never touched a sword nor any other weapon, and you are glad of it. You leave the violence and rebellions to your family members, you'll be the healer when the time comes.

You look at life through rose-tinted glasses, a true romantic at heart. Anyone who gives you a few inches of attention has you melting in their hands. You love the idea of love, not just for yourself but for everyone around you. You adore watching couples prance around and show off their adoration. You don't have a jealous bone in your body.

[ravasz]

Martyn stayed on the cold ground, one knee pulled up and head tilted back as they looked at the now standing lady. Their gaze was unreadable, with a sense of darkness as they were still trying to understand her, chewing on their inner cheeks slowly as they had the urge to pull her into an embrace, because it was something they themself would've probably needed in her place. But... they were forbidden from touching her, and they wouldn't break that boundary. He inhaled sharply, lips parting, pausing for a moment to catch her gaze. "...You took a tumble down the stairs not half an hour ago. You laughed then. You fall now. You cry. Is it because last time it was game? And now it isn't? Who decides? Forgive me, I'm not trying to get out of my blame in your pain, I'm only trying to understand. I wasn't trying to hurt you. I simply overestimated you. I truly did not mean for you to fall. Didn't think your reflexes wouldn't be quick enough, but I digress--" He shrugged, and started standing up. "If you will not accept my apology, then I suppose we shall make an agreement." He gestured at himself, then at her. "Villain. Victim. Yeah? I shall await your vengeance. Or your brother's."

[awhispcr]

"That was self inflicted, and you also fell, hence why it was funny, I suppose." Talking instead of yelling seemed to calm her down, and his own calmness had an effect on her too. Their argument was foolish in hindsight, as most of her arguments were. Daenerys had always been a dramatic girl — putting on a show for an imaginary audience. She moved closer towards them, eyes fixated on her hands, the ground, her dress; anywhere that wasn't his eyes. "I do forgive you, and I also apologise... And I don't think you're a villain nor do I think of myself as a victim." Dany explained in a soft and quiet voice, she glanced at him once before avoiding his gaze again. "What I said was out of hurt, and shock, I am sorry."