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⠀ ⠀ ⠀⁽ * ⁾ # BLOODHONORED — HIGHLY SELECTIVE, INDIE, AKOTSK OC ACCOUNT tossed together & crafted by Aeselas ☆ — she/her — twenty three ☆ (no minors), dark content ahead; this is your first, only & final warning.

AU/crossover friendly — rules under the cut (more in depth ones on my carrd!) — carrd— promo — memes — sporadic activity

⠀A STUDY IN disgrace, bloodshed, dishonor, gore, familial pressure, trauma, love in the absolutely worst places, codependency, and withered dreams

THE STARS MOVE FOR YOU: (Affiliates) misvos — tenkoseiensei — fallesto

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Shed every skin that doesn't fit, even if they call you cold-blooded.

And when they try to stop your growth? Unhinge your jaw. Go for the throat.

#akotsk rp #oc rp #pinned post #indie rp #my promo looks better than my pinned unfortunately sighhh #asoiaf rp #indie oc rp

mythshire

°✧*:·゚ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 ··· a collection of regency drama, forbidden desire, reputation & ruin, propriety abandoned sentence starters. genre: historical romance, angst, scandal, duty versus heart.

You've been seen. We've been seen. Do you understand what that means?

I cannot marry you. My father has already promised me to someone else.

The ton is calling you ruined. What were you thinking, being alone with them?

You dance beautifully. Pity this will be the only waltz society allows us.

I saw you in the garden with Lord/Lady [Name]. Does your betrothed know?

Take off your gloves. Let me see your hands properly, just once.

The wedding banns have already been read. It's too late to change your mind now.

You've been compromised. I'm afraid I must insist on doing the honorable thing.

Mama says I'm not to speak with you anymore. She says you're a rake/ruined.

How dare you show your face here after what you did to my family's name.

I received your letter. I burned it, as I should have burned all the others.

The Queen has struck you from her list. You'll never receive a royal invitation again.

You think a country dance means I've forgiven you? How naive.

I don't care what the marriage contract says. I will never share your bed.

Your reputation precedes you. They say you've left a trail of broken hearts.

I saw the way you looked at them during the musicale. You're not as subtle as you think.

My dowry has been withdrawn. I bring nothing to this marriage now but scandal.

You were supposed to be my friend. Instead, you told everyone my secret.

The modiste sent your measurements to the wrong household. The entire club is laughing.

I cannot be seen arriving with you. Meet me by the rose garden in one hour.

Your brother challenged mine to a duel. Over me. What have we done?

I am with child. Unmarried. Do you comprehend the gravity of this?

They're calling me a fortune hunter in the scandal sheets.

You must marry someone suitable. I am neither titled nor wealthy enough for your family.

I heard the whispers. They think we're having an affair.

The settlement papers are drawn. Sign them and this farce of a betrothal ends.

You've had three seasons and not one acceptable proposal. Mama is beside herself.

I saw you leaving the library together. Was the door locked?

Your name is attached to mine in today's Whistledown. We're ruined.

I don't love you. I don't even particularly like you. But I need your name.

The Duke/Duchess has withdrawn their support of your debut. You're finished.

You kissed me in front of the entire garden party. What were you thinking?

I will not be your mistress, no matter how persuasive your arguments.

My chaperone fell asleep. We have perhaps ten minutes before she wakes.

You've been courting my sister while writing me poetry. Which of us do you actually want?

The marriage mart is closed to you now. No respectable family will receive you.

I found your love letters. Hidden in a book of sermons, of all places.

You're engaged to be married in a fortnight. Why are you in my chambers?

The scandal has reached the Queen. She's demanding an audience.

I cannot give you an heir. The physician confirmed it this morning.

Your gambling debts have bankrupted the estate. We've lost everything.

I saw you at that club. The one respectable gentlemen/ladies don't speak of.

You must choose—your family's approval or your heart's desire.

The wedding is tomorrow. Tell me now if you're going to flee.

I heard you refused three proposals this season. Are you waiting for someone?

Your mourning period isn't even over and already you're entertaining suitors.

The settlement requires an heir within two years. That's all this marriage is.

I found the annulment papers in your desk. You've been planning this all along.

They're saying you bought your title. That your wealth comes from trade.

I will not be paraded around ballrooms like a prized mare at auction.

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bloodhonored

@tenkoseiensei continued from here

TO NO SURPRISE, SHE HAD CONJURED up her own thoughts and assumptions about why on earth he would be staring out so often in the window. Ayldri could usually read someone pretty well but... this "ghost" in the castle walls was a completely different story. He wasn't really a ghost either... right? It was something she tried her best not to question so often or think too hard about.

Ghosts couldn't simply sit here and talk, leisure around like they wanted, or whenever someone made contact, their hands would just slip through theirs as if their existence was made from nothing but the very air around them.

Perhaps they could—he was clearly a sign of such.

The princess caught herself overthinking about this situation again and decided to roll her eyes at his answer, doing the very thing he predicted she would do; pout and meet his words with contradiction.

"You could've just said it was..." Her answer was muttered as she messed with the deck of interesting looking cards, finding something to occupy her time with that wasn't sitting there reading up on history that had absolutely nothing to do with her linage. It wasn't that she had been upset with the fact he indeed was not worried about her, it was more so the fact his worry was less of a weight and burden than those of guards stationed outside her chambers or her parents or even her brother for that matter.

She couldn't make sense of it—why she felt more comfortable with him being worried. It was a question she didn't bother finding the answer to, maybe because some things are better left unsaid, or without conclusions. Then there was this part of her that fed off his worry. It was weird and a headache sprang when she tried to think about it.

A scoff escaped her lips and she looked toward him, a ghost of a smile but she pretended to be hurt by his words. Maybe to make him feel slightly bad about his jest but she doubts he would've bought into it.

He was right though. Today had been one of those slow, boring days where the hours seemed to drag on longer than intended. So much so, even the servants had nothing to do but sit around and talk amongst themselves or pretend to look busy.

It's also why she fished out playing cards from a game her mother had taught her some time ago. The shuffling sound continued, and there were already other decks on the table properly shuffled while she motioned for him to come over and sit with her so he could be entertained instead of staring into space all day.

"Do you know how to play?"

tenkoseiensei

' ha . ' a laugh is all that he retorts with , his posture remaining still and his arms too lingering in their comfortable cross over his chest . if she insisted and so wanted it to be then he would have been happy to indulge her , even if her ploys weren't particularly convincing . he was weak to the earnestness of another's desire ; not to any scoffed scheme , but he doesn't linger on the topic any longer than dri does in his presence before she beckons him over and he's left to stare down at an unfamiliar deck of cards .

' pái games ? ' his head tilts at each illustration , the sizes of the cards alone greater than what small tiles he was used to . ' yeah , plenty of 'em . used to be pretty damn good too , but i'm pretty sure that's not what we're dealin' with here . '

from xiangqi to mahjong to any number of odds - and - evens dice games , whatever she was laying out for them seemed entirely new . far from loathing the fact , he smiles as he seats himself , pulling out one of her chairs far enough to make space for his loose , expansive lounge , wondering if she might chide him for looking just as he was : a crass delinquent who only would have had to swing his legs upwards to ease them into a feckless cross onto the table .

' figure that means you're gonna hafta teach me , right ? ' his smile bares itself into a grin , his lashes batting and the corners of his eyes pinching with the hints of a good - humored tease that finally leaves his lips . ' that bein' said ... aren't cards like these usually for gamblers ? who taught our little princess here how ta play tavern games , na ? not that i'm complaining . i'd up the ante with something to throw onto the table once we got serious , but my hands are empty . sorry about that , dri . '

bloodhonored

Explaining was never really her strong suit. It was something she sort of struggled with unless it had to pertain to a topic she truly enjoyed and luckily for the both of them, card games were something she did to pass the time and learned from traveling far too much with her brother when neither of them wanted to be tied down to duty and futures they couldn't see themselves having.

To learn that he hadn't heard of this one was a sort of surprise but at the same time, she shouldn't have been so shocked. The cards looked older than her favored friend; the thing that was on the thin line between life and death, coming from a world between worlds. At least, she assumed so.

It would've been weird to ask about a past he more than likely didn't want to talk about it. Still curiosity had a habit of blinding her actions and the question slipped out far before she could truly stop it.

"You don't talk about yourself much," Ayldri's tone was soft, careful as if she were treading on dangerous ground while passing him a deck that she thought would suit him best for what she would more than likely consider a 'trial game' before they got down into actually playing. "I mean—I guess I don't blame you, I don't wish to pry into anything you aren't comfortable talking about."

She was more considerate about him than anyone else, somewhat. The princess treated him like another sibling rather than a complex puzzle she couldn't put together no matter how many times she tried to figure out if that piece went there or this piece connected to another.

There wasn't a remark made about the way he decided to sit. She had habit of sitting in odd ways too; something she wouldn't grow out of any time soon either. Only laughed some when he said that he doesn't have much to offer when things get serious. That was fine. She had plenty of stuff she didn't use and was willing to give away.

"The game works where your faction and mine are battling against each other. The goal is to win two battles with your faction by having the highest number of strength points." She says, index finger pointing to the number displayed on the top corner of the card.

"This is just a trial run, so don't worry about it. But once things get serious—" Ayldri gets up from her seat and swipes a few things from a smaller table nearby before placing them on the table between the two of them. Jewelry she hasn't worn since her twelfth name day, and a dagger that she no longer used. "I'll let you keep these. You can sell them or just hold on to them, I don't mind."

#⸸ — 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 — roleplay thread #⸸ 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 — 𝖎𝖈.#tenkoseiensei #she's all like um idc :D #sharing is caring n i care abt u #let's pretend i didnt disappear for like a century or something #im supposed to be doing my assignment but i'll do it later LMAO #his nickname for her is super cute :(#writer who sucks at explaining rules & character who also sucks at explaining unless it's something we're both into

i'm going to pretend jace is fine and alive and he's living his best life because i made the mistake of watching one too many tiktok edits and being on twitter and found out what happened to him

#⸸ — ooc.#i've been here the entire time i swear #living in a state of delusion while finally working on drafts

@fallesto from here

ANXIETY BURROWED THROUGH HER LIKE WORMS MOVING THROUGH DAMP EARTH AND SOIL.

Ayldri shifted from foot to foot, standing at the foot of the bed where silk sheets slip off the woman's body akin to a snake shedding its skin. Only, this was far from a snake and more of a dragon.

Her gaze flickered away, attention centered on the servant girl who looked like she was going to crack any second from the tension between the banished princess and her... babysitter.

Royal blood slowly coursed through her own veins. However, she made the mistake of fulfilling a promise all because there had been a certain longstanding trust between the woman with sun-kissed skin and the pale moon that laid in bed moving about like a cat stretching out after a long relaxing nap.

She was also the only one who could survive after a conversation with her and not fear for her life. For the most part.

"So you can simply relive the moment?" Ayldri's voice caused the servant girl to slightly flinch as if the tension between her and her saviour had grew tenfold; a cloud swallowing up the sun. With a slight move of her hand, she dismissed the young woman who felt relief in the silent command and departed with nothing more than a quick curtsy and went on her way.

Something caused a tinge of discontent to crawl across her skin when she claimed that there was little to be concerned about. It wasn't the fact cobblestone ran red with blood, it was the fact that she made the situation a jest.

Her back was pressed against the window, arms crossed and looking more like an irate parent than a partner or 'close confidant'—whatever her label was to people who didn't understand the nature of their relationship.

Sometimes, she didn't understand it either.

"I'm not... crying about anything." Her tone was a little sharp, slightly defensive while she glanced down at her hands & the rings that adorned her fingers; already messing with them. A nervous habit she never outgrew. "It's a matter of you not taking it seriously." She was grateful that she had been there, but what good were cold bodies when they should've been warm and awaiting punishment for their crimes?

Sure, they would've died regardless, but this situation was just another tally to the days the blood hungry Targaryen princess would remain here—another day where they'd both be stuck here.

Lys wasn't a bad place. She was rather surprised her father had sent her here instead of somewhere like Storm's End. Then again, how could she be surprised? Amber eyes were staring directly at Maekar's favorite daughter.

A sigh escaped. One that sounded too tired to argue against it. Too exhausted to put more care into a conversation that she'd have an easier time explaining to a wall than a woman who didn't understand that power couldn't be abused because she had a title attached to her name.

"You're...very tiring to deal with somedays..."

And yet, she offered to be here.

#⸸ — 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 — roleplay thread #⸸ — 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 — 𝖎𝖈.#fallesto

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okay so yap sesh here rq!! I genuinely can see a lot of these happening, especially something mentor-esque (when i finish my hotd verse/if you ever wanna plot with your akotsk verse!!), i remember you telling me on disc that rhae and egg would get along, i feel like ayldri would also join in on watching the lists, especially because her brother would be entering as well and just showing off because he's ANNOYING/lh

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I also feel like she'd teach my oc not to take shit from anyone and that she should make a name for herself/stop hiding in the shadow of her brother or feeling like she has to slink away from the world just to not be noticed i also kinda feel like they'd be more platonic than romantic

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#⸸ — memes

bloodhonored

Their upbringings were so eclipsed. At least, that’s what the princess thought. Where her friend was the center of attention, she was at the back of people’s minds. It was eerily similar to his father and his uncle; the dynamic evident in the way her brother was the star of their family and she was the fading gleam in the sky that only some who appreciated the little things took notice of.

Ayldri tried to not be one of the multitude of servants that drilled questions and concern mixed into one through his skull. She didn’t want to exhaust him—more than he already was—with her worry and the urge to consistently ask whether he was alright or not had threatened to come out more times than she could count.

She liked his hair and was rather jealous of it, although she was too busy hoping he wasn’t stressing himself out over the process of trying to braid her hair to admit such a thing. Her fascination with his hair hadn’t sprouted anew, it had been this weird fixation when they were just children. It happened during a moment of anxiety and she had begun to mess with it, the softness was enough to ground her and make her realize things were fine, but even before then, she had been attached to Valarr’s hip, akin to a cat attaching themselves to their person so to speak.

“Maybe not Daeron,” she replies with a soft laugh, feeling his fingers twist strands of hair together. She could tell he was trying, she should’ve explained it better…

The thought of Aerion being jealous of Valarr’s hair made her laugh, the sound was rare when you’ve spent most of your time in shadow and books. “I could see him being a little envious of you if not of your hair then at least the attention.” She smiled again when Valarr brought up Aegon, realizing that out of the three, he certainly might’ve been the only one who could be jealous. Hell, she could picture him telling his cousin such a thing.

Ayldri could sense his slight frustration and remained quiet for a moment as if attempting to imagine what state her hair was in at the moment only to laugh some more, fidgeting with the ring on her index finger.

“Think of it like practice, what if you have a daughter one day and she asks you to braid her hair?” It was moments like this where the fallen star was allowed to be herself without the thought of shame clouding her judgement nor the worry of what would happen if she had allowed herself to be as she usually was when there were eyes of the court lingering and calculating her every move.

The second proposed the idea of shaving her hair off, just as Daeron did to his little brother, a feigned gasp laced with offense slips from her lips and she turns her head to look over her shoulder toward him. “And then, we’ll do the same with you in your sleep so we can all match.”

misvos

It was strange to not spend this time with family as Valarr normally would. Some part of him found peace with it after the trial and thinking about how his family fought against each other but there was a worry that they’d not be able to look at each other again or the dynamic would shift. He had, of course, looked to their condition despite his own health but spending the time with Ayldri seemed like a better choice than his kin.

To just sit and attempt something felt better and much more helpful than the maesters and septons going on and on about how well he was healing, inspecting his head. He was thankful for Ayldri.

“Why not Daeron?” he grins, puzzled and wanting to hear the line of thought with that one. Although Daeron didn’t have the Targaryen looks of most of Valarr’s other cousins, he had something much rarer. The dragon dreams.

Even in the chaotic, bloody, scene of the trial, Valarr could tell when Aerion was fighting and that all attention was on him. He danced when he fought, he was incredibly skilled and there was no doubt in the young prince's mind that his cousin would have won. That he didn’t made Valarr believe the Gods truly did watch and pass their judgment to favour the hedge night. “Maybe there’s a possibility now that his pride is wounded after such a loss. I know him, he’d have loved the attention and thought it a historic moment he could have his name attached too.” Part of him was smug that Aerion lost although he had very little to do with it.

“I thought that Keira would do it,” he sighs, trying again and this time moving much slower than before which made its own, new, irritation. And he knew it would be good for him to learn, to do something with his hands while he waited to heal and needed to keep his mind busy so he tried again, picking thinner strands.

The thought of sporting a bald head sent him into a fit of laughter, contained but still there. “Do you think you’d be able to sneak past the Kingsgaurd?” he tuts, “I don’t think so! I’d be protected and you’d be bald!”

bloodhonored

Truth be told, witnessing such a spectacle had sat front and center of Ayldri's mind. She wondered how things would be now that blood fought against one another, all for the sake of a situation that shouldn't have escalated the way it did. She didn't want to say it out loud, despite it being just the two of them, but she was glad that Dunk had beat Aerion during the puppet show. Too bad she hadn't been there to witness it.

She understood the dread of hearing old people who were well versed in medicines and ailments go on... and on... and on about the same thing. The consistency of check ups were a headache and even if Valarr hadn't verbally said he was grateful for her being here, getting him away from everything, she could tell considering the series of jests that had been passed back and forth between them.

His question made her think some, and she hums in response before finally coming to a conclusion. "I think he's too drunk to care but... I understand why he does it. I would too if I had dreams that haunted my memory too much."

The bottom of a bottle seemed better than sleeping. She doesn't go out of her way to judge him, not in the slightest, if anything she felt bad for him. "I think he would be jealous of you. Iksan. Sometimes." She hoped the admission was something he wouldn't acknowledge, but that would've been nothing short of a miracle, if anything.

"I think a part of you was hoping he didn't win." She points out in a playful tone, a small smile on her lips as she messed with a patch of grass just beside her, the sun warm against her skin. The air felt nice, better than being surrounded by servants and stone walls. "I did too. I just don't agree with the exile... Especially in Lys? Might as well have given him a dragon..."

She could sense his newfound frustration and she felt a little bad for not properly teaching him, or explaining it in a way that caused this. Still, she laughed a little trying to imagine his face right now. "Should I try to teach you to paint instead?" Ayldri asks, assuming that would be easier than trying to learn to braid hair, although it was something she was going to make him learn anyway. "I think Keira would appreciate both talents."

Suddenly, the princess let out a burst of laughter at her friend's words, her head falling back at the thought of her trying to sneak past the Kingsguard in order to also shave Valarr's hair. His words made her laugh again and she shook her head in disagreement. "I'll have you know, there's been plenty of places I've snuck in and out of! I know the ins and outs of Dragonstone and King's Landing like the back of my hand." She says, playfully tossing some grass at him from behind.

#⸸ — 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 — roleplay thread #⸸ — 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 — 𝖎𝖈.#misvos

knightcrowned

@bloodhonored from [X]

A MISTAKE. It was just a simple misunderstanding... right? The fallen star's heart was pounding against her chest, amber eyes wide with a certain fear that couldn't be erased. There was specks of blood coated on skin warmed by the sun's light, she made no effort to wipe them away, the slow growing pool of blood staining the hem of her dress, ruining the trim of elegant gold that contrasted well with the black material. On the ground was a body. Some lowborn or man who thought he could take the opportunity to swipe the princess of her feet, a pathetic attempt really. The kind of man who thought all rejection was just a woman trying to play hard to get nor understood the "value" of a "real man" or however he put it. The words mattered little now. There was always something or someone doing something they shouldn't have been when attention was drawn to nowhere in particular or everywhere. It escalated and then it stopped before it could get any worse; the swing of a sword, the slice of flesh, blood spraying followed by the dying gasps she could still hear. She doesn't remember leading him away, pulling him out of alleyway, her head lowered, hand in his while rushing to the safety of Ashford Keep. She's already washing the blood off his armor, not that she had to, not that she was permitted to. "I-It's okay..."Her voice was barely above a whisper, as if she were trying to comfort herself and him to an extent. It was justified. It was fine. He did what he had to, that's all. Turns out the man was neither lowborn or a random man, but a prince from a house neither of them knew of, but they had some influence. Her hands were visibly shaking and the water had turned to a soft pink color, the sort of hue you'd see when the sun was setting and the gods had graced them with a vision of beauty before it was basked in darkness and stars. She was trying not to think of the gravity of the situation, but her mind was reeling, and she accidentally dropped the blood soaked rag, flinching when it hit the floor with a wet plop. Ayldri didn't move to pick it up, she just wiped the blood off her face with her hands, smearing it into her skin and shook her head, worried, anxious and very much shaken up. "Nobody will know..."

In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women.

The words of his oath were clear; as blood pooled on the floor around them, Aemon did not think he could have done any differently. Yet it was one thing to kill a man in battle, where he knew what he faced, and another to kill a man - not even a knight, nor a soldier - without barking even a word of warning.

He let the woman lead him away to the keep, and a new dread creeps over him. Who would hear of this? Could a knight of the Kingsguard act with impunity, or was the slaying of commonborn men beneath them?

Only, he was not a commonborn man. Aemon had seen the sigil among his clothing, too late. A lordling. Someone would have to pay for this. It would be him; he could not allow it to be anyone else. What will the Prince say, when he learns? Seven, help me.

His thoughts came back to reality when she spoke

It was her he must protect. His gaze focused on her face at last; he judged her to be young, a maiden perhaps. It was wrong to be so distraught in front of her - it had been wrong to do such violence in her sight. He must rectify that wrong.

“Good lady,” his voice was steadier than he felt, as he retreated into the mantle of his name. “Do not lie on my account. Honesty is a virtue of the gods, I would not have you dishonour yourself for my sake.”

bloodhonored

What happened was far from dishonor on Aemon's part. It was more of the Seven sending help where it was needed, a shield in the midst of terror, preventing the worst from happening. Stopping a mental scar, whatever she wanted to consider it, he prevented it from happening.

The blood soaked cloth found its way back into her hands and she twisted it over the pink water, listening to his words, she shook her head as if denying his denial. She wouldn't have him lose his life over doing what he was meant to be doing.

"Lordling or not, maybe if men like him had kept his hands to himself then he wouldn't have turned into a corpse." The words had slipped out before she could stop them, she paused, the shock of her own sentence washed over her. It was supposed to be a thought; not something she had said aloud but it was too late to take back and what was a moment of regret turned into something else.

In truth, this wouldn't be the first time she had gone out of her way to lie for someone, or take the blame for another's actions. Ayldri could tell that he tried his best to look composed in front of her but she could read between the lines.

"..You did what you thought was right. It's not a crime and I won't let you perish because of it..."

Still, they had to do something with the body and she would rather continue to bloody her hands and help him than back out and get caught. Besides, it was too late to back out now, and she had finished cleaning the blood off his armor and his face and her own hands as well as her face.

Thankfully, nobody had been around to see such a thing take place and she was just hoping nobody had found the lordling's bleeding body just yet. "And, I'm not taking no for an answer."

#⸸ — 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 — 𝖎𝖈.#⸸ — 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 — roleplay thread #knightcrowned

@tenkoseiensei continued from here

TO NO SURPRISE, SHE HAD CONJURED up her own thoughts and assumptions about why on earth he would be staring out so often in the window. Ayldri could usually read someone pretty well but... this "ghost" in the castle walls was a completely different story. He wasn't really a ghost either... right? It was something she tried her best not to question so often or think too hard about.

Ghosts couldn't simply sit here and talk, leisure around like they wanted, or whenever someone made contact, their hands would just slip through theirs as if their existence was made from nothing but the very air around them.

Perhaps they could—he was clearly a sign of such.

The princess caught herself overthinking about this situation again and decided to roll her eyes at his answer, doing the very thing he predicted she would do; pout and meet his words with contradiction.

"You could've just said it was..." Her answer was muttered as she messed with the deck of interesting looking cards, finding something to occupy her time with that wasn't sitting there reading up on history that had absolutely nothing to do with her linage. It wasn't that she had been upset with the fact he indeed was not worried about her, it was more so the fact his worry was less of a weight and burden than those of guards stationed outside her chambers or her parents or even her brother for that matter.

She couldn't make sense of it—why she felt more comfortable with him being worried. It was a question she didn't bother finding the answer to, maybe because some things are better left unsaid, or without conclusions. Then there was this part of her that fed off his worry. It was weird and a headache sprang when she tried to think about it.

A scoff escaped her lips and she looked toward him, a ghost of a smile but she pretended to be hurt by his words. Maybe to make him feel slightly bad about his jest but she doubts he would've bought into it.

He was right though. Today had been one of those slow, boring days where the hours seemed to drag on longer than intended. So much so, even the servants had nothing to do but sit around and talk amongst themselves or pretend to look busy.

It's also why she fished out playing cards from a game her mother had taught her some time ago. The shuffling sound continued, and there were already other decks on the table properly shuffled while she motioned for him to come over and sit with her so he could be entertained instead of staring into space all day.

"Do you know how to play?"

#⸸ — 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 — roleplay thread #⸸ — 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 — 𝖎𝖈.#tenkoseiensei #ayldri vc: are we cool?? u paranoid schizo #(she's lowkey (highkey) projecting) bc she gets worried when he's worried LMAO #i got back into the witcher 3 recently and i feel like they would play gwent sm #and she'd give him some of her jewelry if he won

cramps are no joke oh my god i feel like i went through every circle of hell </3

#⸸ — ooc.#is this what daemon felt like in harrenhal #anyway im gonna work on drafts today and toss stuff inside inboxes for moots i haven't interacted with yet !!

mythshire

✧˖°🌊°˖✧ 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 ✧˖°🌊°˖✧ ··· a collection of wild hearts, divine violence, drowning in devotion & dancing with ghosts roleplay sentence starters inspired by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. genre: gothic romance, mythic yearning, destructive love, spiritual hunger.

• I've been raising hell just to get your attention. • You're the only thing I've ever worshipped, and look where it got me. • I can feel it in my bones — something's coming, something big. • Every demon wants his pound of flesh, and I think I'm ready to pay. • Tell me, what does it feel like to be loved gently? • I would've followed you into the dark. I did follow you into the dark. • The saints can't help me now; I've already made my choice. • I've got too much blood on my hands to hold yours. • You keep asking me to be softer, but I was born with a storm in my chest. • I don't pray anymore, except when I'm thinking of you. • What kind of goddess would accept a sacrifice like me? • The violence inside me has a name now — it's yours. • You say you want honesty? I'm a holy fool and a shipwreck all at once. • I can't tell if this is love or just another way to destroy myself. • The birds are circling. That's never a good sign. • I danced with the devil and he gave me your name. • I've been digging my own grave since the day we met. • There's a drumming in my chest, and it's not my heartbeat. • How much of my soul did I sell to have this one night with you? • The water's rising and I'm not sure I want to swim anymore. • You can't save me. I don't even think I want you to try. • I've been screaming your name into the void. Did you hear me? • They say love is patient, but mine has teeth. • I was born in a thunderstorm, and I'll die in one too. • You touched me and I swear I saw god for a second. • I'm not afraid of the fall. I'm afraid of how much I want it. • The hunger in me doesn't have a cure, does it? • Every chain I break just wraps around my throat in a different way. • I would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping you warm. • You say my name like it's a prayer. I say yours like it's a curse. • I'm shaking the bells and calling the hounds — are you coming or not? • There's something ritualistic about the way we ruin each other. • I've been baptized in regret so many times I've lost count. • The violence of the divine — that's what this feels like. • I can't tell where I end and you begin anymore. • You wanted a lover, but I came armed for war. • I've been howling at the moon, hoping you'd hear me from wherever you are. • The ghosts of everyone I used to be are watching us right now. • I need you to understand: I am not delicate. I am not soft. • The reckoning is coming. I can taste it in the air. • You look at me like I'm salvation. I look at you like you're the end. • There's a ceremony in this chaos — can you feel it?

#⸸ — sentence starters

bloodhonored

The question laced with feigned offense made her lips stretch into a smile, something genuine and as warm as the sun. This had been one of the rare moments where she had been feeling something other than worry.

"Transgressions can't be as soft as this I'm afraid." To get her point across, she reaches out and runs her fingers through it. Her touch was careful considering the state he was in. She was just glad to have gotten him out of the boring Hell that Lord Ashford's keep was.

Things had taken such a drastic turn in a short amount of time. From what was meant to be a simple tournament turned to an abuse of power from a cousin who thought himself something he could never be & then to witness another that held a part of her heart not in a romantic sense, but in a way one could trust a friend with just about anything nearly lose his life was... jarring to say the least.

"Anyone who talks bad about it is just jealous." The words left her lips in a matter-of-fact statement, as if she had the ability to read the mind of those around her—what a dream that could be. Ayldri's smile remained but quickly faded into concern when she heard him wince.

Instead of asking him the obvious 'how bad does it hurt?' question, she simply moves from behind him & sits facing in front of him, giving him something else to focus on other than the pain she could tell wasn't going away any time soon. She probably could've done a far better job than the maesters had did.

One hand reaches behind her head to 'destroy' the time it took for servants to cater to her hair so it was now resting on her shoulders. She took a strand of her hair, beginning to braid it just how her mother had taught her. She wasn't the best at explaining so she tried to go as slow as possible before reaching the end.

"It's easier than it looks, I promise..." She had enough trust in him to allow the prince to style it however he saw fit. Ayldri's hands were back in her lap before she fixed her seated position again, uncaring about the blades of grass that were surely staining her dress, her back now facing him to allow him to braid her hair. "And... if the pain starts again, tell me. I'll go fetch more medicine."

misvos

The dutiful nature in the prince had it easily that it would be a default to not be a bother to people, to be someone who was to be relied upon as was how he was raised and saw from those he admired around them. The smile on Ayldri's face confirmed that for Valarr and a shadow of relief started to come in.

“Soft but not soft enough for people to take no interest in it,” he japes but keeps still as his friend runs her fingers though his hair and he can’t help but think how exhausted he is about it all and even just sitting outside is enough to take it out of him. Not that he minded, it was better than being stuck in those walls and having too many people fuss over him.

A huff of air lets out of his mouth, eyebrows raised in a humoured disbelief at her reassuring comments. “I hardly think Aerion or Dearon are jealous of anything about me and I’m not saying that to be humble. Perhaps Aegon since he went to the effort of shaving his head.” Outside of the violence that happened at the trial, Valarr had to admit the last part of his assessment was quite funny and he thought there was much to be thought about it when his head was better and not feeling as if it were splitting from the inside.

Of all things that he’d thought he’d be doing, learning how to braid hair was not one of them but he didn’t dismiss it. He saw it for what it was. A friend putting in much effort to distract from his wounds and the thoughts in his head. Keeping busy but without making a point of it. There was admiration there.

At first, he doesn’t know what to do and ends up awkwardly moving the hair around and tangling it up, holding back the wincing when he moves too far forward but still trying again. “Are you sure about this? It looks as if I’m making a knotted mess!” he sighs then, in jest, carries on. “If we can’t fix whatever I’m making here, I’ll have Dearon instruct me how to shave your head and you can match Egg,” he teases.