LADY CASSEL

dependant beth cassel of revoltsrp penned by jane

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things you can find in beths sketches 1/??

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bastardslocke‌:

“we can only hope.” hope, against the ever-turning wheel of time. the futile, oh so human desire to slow and stop and live forever. but forever is not to be. it never has been: they had their time. now DEATH was on its way to claim them. oh, and the gods. the gods and their callous games, their toying. their neediness, craving worship and images and food and wine and life and death - the many faced god had wanted so much from her that she had forsaken him. the old gods of the north… they did not care, no, but they asked for little in return. the forests became her gods’ domain. would they want to claim her? “that would make all of us unworthy, my lady. and i do not think that is so.”

THE IDEA OF DEATH    wasn't one that crossed her mind often. she'd felt so safe in winterfell for the majority of her life. recent years had become a whirlwind of terror and tragedy. it made her wonder if it had always been fated to be this way, or if they'd done something along the way to anger the gods that were meant to protect them. perhaps it was an unfaithful, morbid way of thinking; still,  she couldn't refuse the unsteady feeling in her bones every time she thought about the things that ruled their lives. " i'm quite worried for what the future holds. " she admitted, nodding her head slightly, eyes dancing around them. she'd never thought she'd ever leave winterfell under these circumstances. if it weren't for the sword at their throats, she would've been delighted to experience life outside of what was routine. " but i don't think everyone is going to die. "

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ofoldtown‌:

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           satin worried at his bottom lip with his teeth, wondering what on earth he was going to do. the lord commander was busy, satin knew that, and he knew to forgive his lapses in thought when the lives of thousands laid seemingly on his shoulders. the library at dragonstone was far more well stocked than the one at castle black and he knew he had to get the book jon had asked for somehow. that didn’t help the fact that satin had never had anyone teach him his letters, and looking at the spines of the books, they may as well have all been in high valyrian for the amount that satin could make sense of them.

          he could feel his eyes welling up with tears at the frustration he felt and realised that he was going to have to embarrass himself in front of one of the other noble blooded patrons of the library. he already felt like such an imposter here, dressed in his blacks, with a bastard’s surname and a past that would make any self respecting aristocrat turn up their nose. now he was going to have to admit to being illiterate in front of the beautiful dressed woman reading by the window. “my lady. do you, uh, do you have a moment? i was wondering if you could help me…” 

ALWAYS AN EAGER BOOKWORM,    beth had found herself taking great liberty of the amount of literature at her fingertips at dragonstone. there were books here that she'd never seen at winterfell, and her curiosity drove her to dive into them. already having gone through two books, she was sitting by the window for what felt like hours working through a third when she hears a soft voice speaking to her. gentle eyes raise from the pages of her literature, resting upon delicate features. her head tilted, a sweet smile blossoming on her lips. she recognized the black clothing as being a member of the nights' watch. she guessed his being here likely related to the night king ascending on them.

" not at all, " she chirped, turning herself to face him, closing her book and resting her hands on her lap. ever the sweet little lady, she smiled fondly at him. she had no hatred for anyone on the island. she didn't know them; there was no way to determine how she felt until she experienced first hand the reality of their character. she could try to befriend everyone   ---   it wouldn't hurt. after all, they needed to be a united force against what was coming. " what can i help you with? " she questioned, letting her eyes roam across the rows of books around them. if she could exist in the library until she died, she would be happy. but her eyes go back to the boy seeking her help, tilting her head a little as she awaited a response.

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drownaed‌:

        old   wyk   was   his   home .      there   wouldn’t   be   a   time   where   he   wouldn’t   return   there,   he   was   certain.   part   of   it   must   come   from   a     nostalgic   impulse     inside   of   him,   but   he   would   explain   it   as   loyalty   and   devotion.   it   was   a   holy   space   for   the   ironborn,   fateful   and   historic.   besides,   he   was   instructed   by     tradition     to   never   stray   too   far   from   the   sea,   and   it   was   a   belief   of   derran’s   that   one   could   not   find   a   city   closer   to   the   ocean   than   that   he   had   grown   up   in.   as   a   child,   he   had   often   escaped   to   the   water’s   edge;   he   would   find   comfort   in   rocks   and   tidepools,   an   escape   from   the   rest   of   the   world   that   he   didn’t   quite   fit   into.   he   had   been   a     strange     child,   one   that   had   grown   into   an   equally     peculiar     adult.

         ‘     beth,     ’     he   echoes,   testing   how   the   name   feels   in   his   mouth.   as   he   looks   back   to   her,   he   notices   the   similarity   of   their   eyes,   both     watery     in   appearance.   he   sees   a   curiosity   in   them   he   recognizes   too.   shark   -   like     grin   returns   to   his   features,   too   many   teeth   to   be   friendly,   but   he’s   trying   his   best.   or    so   it   appears.     ‘     only   the   edges,     ’     he   replies   with   a   slight   chuckle   at   his   own   relative   inexperience.   he   raises   a   hand,   the   one   not   currently   holding   the   glass   of   wine,   and   begins     tracing   the   border   of   westeros     in   the   air   between   them.     ‘     only   places   my   ship   can   take   me.     ’     go   too   far   from   the     sound   of   water     or   the   way     salt   lingers   in   the   air     near   shore   and   he   begins   to   get   uncomfortable.   ‘   the   unfamiliar   is   exhilarating,   you   just   have   to   have   enough   trust   that   your   god   will   see   you   through.   ’

HER EYES FOLLOW THE    movement of his finger, tracing the outline of westeros. she imagined even just seeing the edges was breathtaking. so many things one could see in one town, she knew. being here in dragonstone was evidence enough, winterfell too. she'd never been a fan of the ocean, though. too many creatures could potentially exist just beneath the surface. the water too unpredictable to feel safe on. beth cassel quite liked the feeling of safety, and it was one that she most definitely would never experience atop the waves of any ocean. still, she could picture it in her mind's eye. the colour of the sea, the smell of the salt, the different lands that she could visit. and what a beautiful vision it was. her curious heart ached.

" coming here was the first time i was ever on a ship. " she admitted, smiling as she thought of her home. " winterfell isn't precisely... bustling ships. i'm more comfortable exploring forests than dancing on waters, i have a big imagination, " fingers not around the cup raise to tap against her temple. " a curse, truly. i can't stop thinking about what might exist beneath the surface. " she wished she wasn't that way because looking at the water here in dragonstone, it was a breathtaking sight. " i have a considerable amount of respect for those who can do it and not get sick. i know i certainly would... but even just visiting the edges. theres so much even in that seemingly limited area to explore and experience. " her cup raises, eyes sliding around the hall, looking at strange faces. " this is honestly the most exciting thing that's ever happened in my life. i've never seen much of anything outside of winterfell. "

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ofblackwinds‌:

           asha chuckled as the girl classed her as warrior, something even most men from her homeland refused to do on account of her being born a woman. this little northwoman, northern she presumed from the accent, certainly knew how to stroke an ego. the ironborn emitted a little grunt of assent, though it mattered not, considering the girl had already sat down next to her in an act that endeared her a little to asha. 

          the isles were hard, harsh places, and so much of the energy of those who lived upon them was put to survival - there was no time for the kind of fancies this girl spoke of. art, drawing, poetry - it was lost on the drowned god’s people. they knew art in a well-fashioned ship crafted to weather any storm, and poetry in the sound of the waves calling them to the horizon. “be my guest. i am curious to see what your ink can conjure.” her inky black braids were thrown over one shoulder, returning to her work with the whetstone idly - so practiced she was by now, that it was not a task that took much of her attention.

OBSERVANT EYES DART FROM    features to paper slowly, dragging languid lines to sketch out the shape of her face, the length, and style of her hair. all her life she had idolized a type of woman   :   strong, lethal creatures that were still all fatal grace. things she wanted to be, but knew herself unable to do. she simply could not possess the kind of confidence these women had. " well, i certainly hope you like it. "  she murmured in response, small smile tickling her lips as her eyes studied the drawing as she mapped it out, focusing on the details of her face. when her eyes raise, they pay close attention to her. " i've enjoyed drawing since i was a child. i like to believe i'm quite good at it now. " then, they drop once more, and she continues.

" not as good as famous artist, obviously, but. i'm probably the best artist in winterfell. " she laughed, she didn't believe that at all. but she could joke that she was because she knew that she was good. a few moments pass before she smiles wide, turning the book towards her muse. " do you like it? "

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musingmemes‌:

a historical / fantasy / period / medieval friendly character survey.

reblog and bold your muses preference.

roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / tulips

winter / summer / autumn / spring

thunderstorms / sunshine / snow 

indoors / outdoors

meat / fruit / sweets

extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism

god fearing / non god fearing

cats / dogs / horses / birds

sunrise / sunset

day time / night time

fire / earth / water / wind 

reading / writing

rising early / sleeping late 

wine / ale / neither

fur / silk / satin / lace 

rubies / pearls / sapphires 

horse back / walking / carriages 

love / power

having company / being alone 

lakes / rivers / oceans 

knife / sword / bow / poison 

gold / silver 

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points call, feb 16th - feb 23

last points call  :  85 spent since then  :  -75, second character remainder  :  10

open starters  :  0 closed starters  :  0 graphic post  :  0 completed task  :  10 per reply  :  20 total  :  40

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𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  :   hands     𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄  :   seek     𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇  :   child     𝐒𝐀𝐃  :   girl     𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄  :   love     𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  :   sun     𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊  :   skies     𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  :   forgotten     𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  :   family     𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃  :   desires     𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄  :   impossible     𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  :   intense     𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓  :   lips     𝐏𝐄𝐓  :   cats     𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌  :   big     𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄  :   pain     𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑  :   drown     𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  :   men     𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  :   doom     𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑  :   corruption     𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  :   die     𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐊  :   sting     𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄  :   snow     𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊  :   mother     𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒  :   gentle     𝐇𝐔𝐁  :   winterfell     𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓  :   ego     𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘  :   facade

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drownaed‌:

        his   gaze   breaks.     it   follows   her   own,   wondering   if   he’ll   catch   a   glimpse   of   a     brother     or   a     father,     too   startlingly   similar   to   her   own   features   to   mistake   them   for   anything   else,   but   he   doesn’t.   he   only   sees   the   masses   that   were   gathered   in   the   hall   as   her   eyes   trace   over   the   room.   he   keeps   his     thoughts     regarding   the   boys   of   winterfell   to   himself,   for   he   was   sure   they   wouldn’t   make   productive   comments.   he   was   looking   for   something   else   besides   his   crew   to   engage   with,   and   certainly   ill   remarks   about   northerners   would   send   the   northern   mouse   scurrying   away   from   the   sailor.

        ‘   it’s   important   to   see   the   world.   ’   it   wasn’t   an   ironborn’s   place   to     conquer,     but   rather   to   come   and   see   and,   of   course,     take     things   with   them   when   they   left.   he   had   seen   a   great   deal   of   the   outer   edges   of   the   world,   and   he   was   thankful   for   that.   ‘   at   the   very   least   it   shows   you   why   home   is   important.   ’   derran   brings   the   glass   of   wine   to   his   lips,   knocking   back   a   sizable   portion.   ‘   you   have   a   good   eye,   lady   winterfell.   i’m   a   ship   captain.   ’

THE URGE TO LEAVE   forever had never existed. Winterfell was her home, and she would trade it for nothing else. not warmth, not pretty colours, not the serenity of Dragonstone. but her heart hurt to know she could never see much outside of the world. when she died, she would have only a minimal set of memories about what it looked like, what existed outside of her small bubble of experience. if the war came and went and she still breathed, maybe she would look into running about the world until she felt ready to return home, until whatever wounds she'd no doubt have, healed. looking at the Captain before her now, it was clear that he had seen many, many things. people who did had that glint in their eye like they knew a little more than those who didn't.

"please, you can call me Beth." smile welcomes her name into the space between them, almost embarrassed that she hadn't introduced herself sooner. but, then again, given circumstances, forgetting to could be swept under the mat: pretend it didn't happen. ocean hues fill and overflow with curiosity, leaning into the table a little to study features. he was attractive, with a sharp jaw and perfect teeth. when she pictured captains of Ironborn ships, she expected dirty, scarred, creepy-looking creatures. while Derran sent chills down her spine and the aura of danger rolled off him in crashing waves, he had the luckily deceiving features of a charming Lord. "have you seen much of it?" she asked finally, blinking a few times before she took another sip. "I wanted to travel when I was younger, but my father couldn't come with me, and well... I've always been afraid of unfamiliar things." always mousey, as her father said. she raised the cup again, enjoying the numbness of the wine on her tongue. "I'm sure you've seen plenty of amazing things in your adventures."

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drownaed‌:

         and   he   was   more   ironborn   than   most.     at   least,   that’s   how   derran   styled   himself.   a   child   born   of   the   waves   that   had   yet   to   be   reclaimed,     harder   and   stronger     than   those   without   salt   water   in   their   lungs.   his   family   —   his   father,   his   brother,   and   himself   —   were   living   history   and   the   chosen   warriors   of   the   drowned   god,   and   derran   would     act   accordingly,     honoring   both   his   heritage   and   his   deity   with   every   action.   if   that   meant   playing   a     villain     in   the   tales   of   greenlanders,   so   be   it.   often   times,   that   was   a   victory   for   the   ship   captain.   he   followed   to   the   empty   table,   placing   the   two   glasses   and   the   bottle   down   with   a     THUD     —   the   hardly   gentle   movements   of   a   lifelong   shipman.   

         ‘     derran   is   fine,     ’     he   corrects   her   treatment,   slowly   peeling   away   the   masks   between   them,   before   nodding.     ‘     decidedly   not     neighbors     then.   i   grew   up   on   old   wyk.     ’     if   someone   asked,   he   would   still   call   it   his   home,   and   one   day   it   would   be   his   seat,   but   for   now   most   of   his   time   was   spent   aboard   his   ship,     a   home   atop   the   waves.     he   uncorks   the   bottle,   and   begins   to   pour   the   dark   liquid   into   shares,   though   he   keeps   watching   her.   he’s   learned   there’s   something   unsettling   about   watching,   and   derran   was   not   opposed   to   being   just   that.     ‘     and   what   is   a   lady   of   winterfell   doing   at   a   war   summit     ?     i   was   under   the   impression   the   north   was     overly   protective    of   their   daughters.   ’

BETH HAD NEVER BEEN    one to enjoy being watched. lingering looks made her shift in her seat, and Derran seemed to be a fan of staring. his gaze is almost physical, weighing down on her shoulders. hot breath on the back of her neck urging her that something was off. she found herself fidgeting slightly, one hand rested beneath the tabletop, plucking at the soft grey skirts of her dress. the other tapped gentle fingers inaudibly against the cup of wine. "the only family I have left are at stake in the war." the words come easy, eyes drifting around the hall. "and I know the boys from Winterfell will do reckless things for the people around them. someone needs to be around to patch everyone up."

curious eyes drift back to him once more but never linger locked with his for long. they dip, eyelashes fanning her pale cheeks as she raises the cup to her lips, swallowing a few sips. "besides that I haven't left Winterfell before, and this would probably be the last time I ever got the chance to go this far away. if I died without getting some exploring in, it would be sad." shoulders rise slightly as if it was as casual as that. as if she hadn't almost broken into tears at the idea that she'd never get to see anything more. only this much. "what about you? I'm guessing you're a sailor, but that's as plain as day."

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drownaed‌:

       he  watches  her  falter .      there’s  water  churning  inside  her  skull  deciding  which  route  to  take,  and  he  stand  there  patiently,  curious  to  see  where  the  waves  would  take  her.  derran  isn’t  quite  sure  what  his  intentions  are ;    truly,  she  was  just  the  wrong  person  in  the  wrong  place  when  he  was  seeking  something  to  do,  a  distraction  from  the  general  scene  within  the  hall.  he  had  heard  the  stories  his  men  would  tell  tonight,  with  stolen  greenlander  wine  on  their  breath,  a  thousand  times  over,  and  watching  a  northerner  struggle  to  be  polite  with  him  would  be  much  more  interesting.

         ‘     need,     want     —     given  that  the  dead  are  walking,  there’s  probably  little  worth  in  debating  the  semantics  of  a  glass.    ’      he  let  the  bottle  fall  to  his  side,  a  firm  grip  around  its  neck  holding  it  secure.    ‘    are  we  neighbors,  my  lady    ?      you’ll  have  to  tell  me  where  you’re  from,  but  we  can  do  that  once  we’ve  found  a  table  that  isn’t  already  taken  by  the    preemptive  mourners.    ’     if  he’s  managed  to  hide  the  callous  of  his  soul  thus  far,  the  way  he  speaks  those  words  reveals  he  has  felt  little  sympathy  in  his  lifetime ;    he’s  dismissive  of  their  pain.     ‘     entertainment  does  sound  needed.   ’

BEING POLITE DID NOT    mean someone was a kind person. the man smiled and manipulated his accent in a courteous manner, and for those who were less wary, already slipped into intoxications warmth, it would seem kind. but Beth was more paranoid than that, more nervous. skittish as a mouse when it came to being around those that she didn't know. she'd loved to read and filled many of her days with the words of people outside of Winterfell, people who were great and cruel. despite everyone's love for a good hero, the villains are the ones written most about. too many potential horrors hidden behind charming smiles, there wasn't a doubt in her blood that the unknown sailor before her was as cruel and unforgiving as the sea itself. from what she knew, all Ironborn were.

"ah, yes." a little nod of her head, eyes darting about the hall. she was one of the many people pondering the deaths to come, but she didn't feel the tug to discuss it. not now, anyway. perhaps the stranger had been a distraction gifted to her by fate, something to steer teetering psyche from impending doom to something lighter. what was the worst thing that could happen? even death wasn't something she overly feared. what a lie that was, though. she feared it as much as she feared the strangers around her. it would've done her more good to stick to the Northerners, mingle with her people. seek familiar faces. instead, gentle eyes find an abandoned table. despite the uneasy wave of confliction, she nodded to it and carefully began making her way over, glancing over her shoulder to see if he followed her movements. "um, I don't believe we're neighbors based on the location of our homes, my Lord." she mused, trying to uphold her polite mask. she'd be chased by guilt if she didn't, either way. "I come from Winterfell, and yourself?" already set that he had to be Ironborn, the salt clinging to his clothes and the twist of his voice too similar to be anything else. but Beth wasn't a stranger to being wrong, either.

[blackcatrph]

☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

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misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

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(     *     THE WITCHER 3 PROMPTS   !    

trigger warnings for murder / war.

❛  you always were an unruly child. i adored that about you. now fly.  ❜

❛  don’t blame yourself.  ❜

❛  you don’t know how it is. to see someone you love die. because of you, for you.  ❜

❛  who taught you to fight like this?  ❜

❛  hatred and prejudice will never be eradicated.  ❜

❛  to have a scapegoat — that’s the key.  ❜

❛  kings die, realms fall, but magic endures.  ❜

❛  i missed those awkward compliments of yours.  ❜

❛  it’s bound to come in handy. and, each time it does, you will think of me.  ❜

❛  do anything stupid, and i’ll kill you, too.  ❜

❛  kill me if you must. i’ve nothin’ to live for anyway.  ❜

❛  whisper to the wolves. tell them to stay away.  ❜

❛  i was attacked — had to defend myself.  ❜

❛  once i was free… i shall be free once more.  ❜

❛  come on, let me give you a taste of my life.  ❜

❛  well… some causes require a sacrifice.  ❜

❛  done my fair share of fighting. wouldn’t carry a sword if i didn’t know how to use it.  ❜

❛  have you killed humans?  ❜

❛  i want to see how you manage in a fight, if you can fight at all.  ❜

❛  nothing wrong with having a drink in good company.  ❜

❛  i merely know when to indulge my pride, and when i must swallow it.  ❜

❛  we can fight another time, in another place. where the walls have no ears.  ❜

❛  next time you wonder why i’m so bitter… well, there’s your answer.  ❜

❛  suddenly, i’ve an immense desire to drink.  ❜

❛  i trust you have an explanation for this. a very good one.  ❜

❛  i’ve had nothing but nightmares lately, pretty horrible.  ❜

❛  i was afraid you were dead.  ❜

❛  they’ll know where we’ve gone, they’ll know how to find me!  ❜

❛  if i’m to die today, i wish to look smashing for the occasion.  ❜

❛  women only ever beautify themselves for their own satisfaction.  ❜

❛  always believed attack was the best defense.  ❜

❛  don’t treat me like a child.  ❜

❛  i like it when you smile. come here. everything will be all right.  ❜

❛  i won’t let them take you, you know that?  ❜

❛  you gotta keep clear, stay out of trouble.  ❜

❛  i cannot hide forever. i must face them!  ❜

❛  you humans are so… impractical.  ❜

❛  i’ll remember your teachings always. and the sacrifice you made.  ❜

❛  we all knew what we were signing up for.  ❜

❛  no. i will flee no more.  ❜

❛  lying didn’t always come easily to you.  ❜

❛  we’ve done the hardest part. only got the pleasant bits now.  ❜

❛  you worry too much. what will be, will be.  ❜

❛  you were born to greatness.  ❜

❛  appearances can be deceiving.  ❜

❛  you’re so charming when you try to be funny.  ❜

❛  we may not survive this. in fact, our chances are slim.  ❜

❛  we’ve come a long way, and i’ll be damned if we’ve come to fail.  ❜

❛  i admire your optimism. wish i shared it.  ❜

❛  i wish to leave, go far away. and i’d like you to come with me.  ❜

❛  you know me. nothing i like more than breaking rules.  ❜

❛  what can you know about saving the world, silly?  ❜

❛  you know who i am. and why i’m here.  ❜

❛  how many have you already killed? how many more might you still?  ❜

❛  i sense your pain. i see your fear.  ❜

❛  i don’t feel a thing anymore.  ❜

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DEATHLESS.

the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !

❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜

❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜

❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜

❛ i will never be without information. ❜

❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜

❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜

❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜

❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜

❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜

❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜

❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜

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drownaed‌:

        the  dead  walk  again .      or  so  the  night’s  watch  had  said.  derran  would  not  discount  that  for  it’s  face,  likely  more    open  minded    about  the  blurred  lines  between  living  and  eternal  rest  than  most.  however,  he  didn’t  seem  to  share  the  same  concern  that  so  many  greenlanders  were  expressing.  he  stood  in  the  main  hall  of  dragonstone  for  a  moment  longer,  before  deciding  he  was    sick    of  watching  what  he  considered  immoderate  displays  of  emotion.  a  deep  sigh,  and  then  he  turns  to  go.

         his  destination  was  intended  to  be  his  ship,  the  thunderer  waiting  on  the  shores  was  a  piece  of  home  he  took  with  him.  however,  he  decided  a  bottle  of  wine  would  not  be  missed  in  the  chaos.  yet,  when  he  reached  the  collection  that  had  been  present  in  the  hall,  he  found  that  he  was  not  the  only  one  who  had  the  idea ;  he  chuckled  at  the  idea  of  so  many  northmen  needing  to  turn  to  the  bottle  to  ease  their  souls,    weaker    than  they  would  ever  admit.  there  was  only  one  bottle  left  on  the  table,  and  he  was  taking  it  for  himself  when  he  locked  eyes  with  a  woman  near  the  table.

        a  somewhat  forced  smile     (   or  perhaps  it  wasn’t  forced,  but  simply  too  shark - like  in  appearance  to  feel  kind  )      finds  its  way  to  his  features.    ‘    i  won’t  be  drinking  the  whole  thing,  and  perhaps  you  need  it  more    ?     ’      his  voice  raises,  making  his  words  a  question.     ‘     i’m  not  opposed  to  sharing  a  bottle  since  it  is,    ’     and  his  voice  changes  here,  slightly  mocking  the  overblown  emotion  he  had  seen  earlier,     ‘     the  end  of  the  world.    ’               @casselisims​

IT WASN’T A FREQUENT   sight, Beth Cassel overindulging in wine or ale of any kind. she had her fun, but it was just meant to be fun. but in light of recent news, she'd decided it was as good of time as any to have a drink, or maybe two. where things lead from there, she wasn't overly concerned about. ready to soak up momentary peace while she could until all focus shifted to planning their attack, planning on how to survive the night. until then, she supposed it wouldn't hurt to let herself live a little. experience a bit of what it had to offer just in case the worst did happen. if she fell in the days to come, she wanted to have blissful memories to leave with. the last bottle of many sat on the table, just waiting for someone to stake claim. Beth had never been one to be fond of taking the last of things, worrying over those who might need it more; others be damned, she needed a drink.

careful steps carried her up to the table only for another to take the bottle. glass eyes meet saltwater mirrors, the smell of the sea almost smothering coming off him. definitely a sailor, and if there had been one thing that her father told her about sailors, it was that they needed their wine by the gallons. naive heart wants to believe the pointed smile was an attempt at being polite or welcoming, but it's just another pretty threat: a dagger hanging over her head. would it be more dangerous to accept or to decline? saying no could come off as impolite or rude. which, depending on who she was dealing with, could be worse a fate than whatever the war had in store for her. she knew that they were all meant to be on the same side now, but she couldn't drown the paranoia that whispered terrible things down her spine when she let herself be in the presence of those who had no time for insignificant things, like her.

ever the little lady, though, Beth lets her lips lift into what she prayed came off as a welcoming smile, hoping the fear bubbling just beneath her skin was hidden by the facade of a gentle rose in the snow. "I wouldn't know if need is the right word, but..." a little puff of laughter floats free from pearl guarded prison, still offering up that small polite smile. "in times like these, they do say it's best to get to know your neighbors. though, I suppose it's more like warmates now." but the world was ending, at least the one they knew, so she shifts her gaze to the wine and then nervously back up. now was not the time for judgment, but for uniting. "if we're all going to die, shouldn't we at least entertain each other before we do?"

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