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muses participating: adria v. , amyra w. , daella t. , darren l. , marya c. , selene b. , talia s. , theomore s. , vanora h. , willas t. , willem f.

ask memes: adventurer prompts , scenario prompts , question prompts , send a rumour

#remember to specify the muse !!#( celesticls . ) — ask memes

closed — ( @crueltied )

prompt: ❛ so, what do I owe this pleasure ? ❜

— GUILT is an unfamiliar feeling for adria. the consequences to her actions have never made a difference to her, never affected her before, until she is faced with robert rowan; only then does she grow familiar with the feeling of a weighted heart, sweaty palms, and a hint of regret. even now, she almost winces aloud at his words, but quickly regains her smile, hoping that that's all it takes. ❝ I only wish to reacquaint myself with an old friend, dearest Robert. ❞ her smile feels falser than ever before, and the words taste acrid as they pour out of her mouth, but she cannot stop herself from speaking more. ❝ how are you ? you look... well. ❞

#( adria velaryon . ) — threads | robert rowan 001 #( adria velaryon . ) — interactions

closed — ( @highbcrns )

prompt: ❛ ah, so you do have a heart. ❜

— THE amount of strength it takes amyra to not visibly roll her eyes at the sound of lord crane's grating voice is immense, but she manages to keep a neutral face as she turns away from the retreating form of a previously - sniveling serving girl, towards her fellow small council member. ❝ i'm not sure I catch your meaning, my lord. ❞ she replies dryly, propriety the only thing keeping her from ignoring his remark and walking away.

#( amyra waters . ) — interactions #( amyra waters . ) — threads | baris crane 001

closed — ( @highbcrns )

prompt: ❛ you're not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

— ❝ WHAT ? ❞ the eloquency of princess daella's speech was not usually so base, but the blunt statement surprises the manners out of her. her mouth opens and closes for a few moments, her resemblance to a fish uncanny in that time, before she turns to her new friend with intrigue in her eyes. ❝ what do they say ? ❞

#( daella targaryen . ) — interactions #( daella targaryen . ) — threads | jocelyn tarth 001

closed — ( @oathbcund )

prompt: ❛ i thought you'd like some company. ❜

— THE voice brings him back to the land of the living, tears him away from memories of a life lived long ago, or so it feels. he vaguely recognizes the young lady as one of the tully twins, and he prays that it is the more sensible one that he speaks to, for he lacks the patience and energy to deal with the other on this night. ❝ please, have a seat. ❞ he gestures to a seat nearby, polite smile in place now that he knows he is being watched, though his mask is only half placed, eyes remaining the tired ones of a lord who has not known a peaceful sleep in a long time.

#( darren lannister . ) — interactions #( darren lannister . ) — threads | rhoslyn tully 001 #darren why are u so emo and dramatic jfc #half possessed writing this so i can be held accountable for cringe xoxo

closed — ( @oathbcund )

prompt: for a concerned starter.

— THERE is something decidedly mortifying about holding back tears as an adultish. daella wanders through the halls of the red keep, clutching her left arm in a manner that she thinks is subtle, and sniffling like a child as she searches for a needle and thread. though looking at the slice she'd received during a practice duel with her trainer, daella knows she has every right to cry, the rumours whisper already of daella's predisposition for ❛ hysterics ❜, and she fears being spotted crying throughout the halls of the keep would solidify her title as the mad princess.

EVEN as she turns the corner and spots a kingsguard, daella keeps her head high and hopes the tears shining in her eyes do not show in the dim light. ❝ ah, sir payne ! ❞ she curses the tremble in her voice, prays her casual tone is not too forced, ❝ might you know where the maesters hide their good sewing needles ? ❞ she gestures to her bloodied sleeve dismissively as explanation.

#( daella targaryen . ) — interactions #( daella targaryen . ) — threads | christopher payne 001 #this one got away from me #im sorry for the length pls dont feel pressured to match

closed — ( @oathbcund )

prompt: for an argumentative starter.

— ONE would think after a half - decade, a grudge should be forgiven and forgotten, swept away with the sands of time. one would not be adria velaryon. the glare she had been sending the eldest tarth all evening would have made a lesser man shake in his boots, memories of an adventure gone wrong permeating her thoughts, strengthening her scowl. manners had kept her silent in her stewing anger most of the evening, but as she watches his previous conversation partner walk away, she cannot help but walk over to make a snide remark. ❝ I do so hope the festivities are not tiring you, my lord. exhaustion leaves room for mistakes, as i'm sure you know. ❞

#( adria velaryon . ) — interactions #( adria velaryon . ) — threads | dallen tarth 001 #im sorry this is garbage xoxo

closed — ( @oathbcund )

prompt: for a silly starter.

— PERHAPS he had a habit of getting himself into situations he couldn't explain, and usually required getting aid to escape, but he was sure this time, it was not his fault. tugging at the rope that kept his hands attached to the window bars, willas tried desperately to loosen the tight knots whilst also attempting to remember exactly who he had pissed off enough for this. knowing himself, it was probably his wife, and in realizing this, he realizes he probably did deserve it. a knock at the door pulled him away from his hopeless wrenching, and excitement filled the lord at the potential for rescue. ❝ yes, come in ! immediately ! ❞

#( willas tyrell . ) — interactions #( willas tyrell . ) — threads | dallen tarth 001 #idk if this is silly i tried ok

closed — ( @oathbcund )

prompt: ❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure ? ❜

— ❝ AM I not allowed to simply visit my favourite handmaiden in the keep ? ❞ the smile Amyra wears is gentle and easy, her demeanor relaxed, composed, her tone quiet and soothing. but there is a question that hides in her eyes, something that lessens the simplicity of their conversation.

#( amyra waters . ) — interactions #( amyra waters . ) — threads | rhoslyn tully 001

muses participating: adria v. , amyra w. , daella t. , darren l. , selene b. , talia s. , theomore s. , vanora h. , willas t. , willem f.

ask memes: dialogue prompts , starter sentences , character details

#remember to specify which muse you're sending an ask for !!#also don't feel pressured to send 12 separate asks for all my babes lol #( celesticls . ) — ask memes

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Nymor had spent enough time in the ballroom and after searching for a few minutes, he came to the conclusion that Daella was no longer there. He wasn't surprised though, so he left the room and went in search of the Targaryen princess. Nymor checked a few balconies, until he finally came across the one where Daella was at. There were other nobles there as well but they seemed to be too busy in their own conversation to notice their arrival. He didn't even notice that he was staring until she pointed it out. "Oh apologies, I didn't mean to offend you, your Highness." A small chuckle escaped his lips as he walked closer to her. "Shouldn't you be dancing around with some lord?" He asked as he joined her, leaning on the stone railing next to her.

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— THE smile that she gives him comes naturally, as does most everything when it comes to nymor. ❝ do ensure it doesn't happen again. ❞ she lifts her chin in what she considers a regal manner, though the authoritative look does not suit her face. daella is turned to face him now, so she has no opportunity to hide her disgusted expression at the mention of dancing with lords. ❝ no, and i refuse to do any more of it. you can tell my brother i'll never marry, and he can send me off to be a septa or something. ❞ though she means to joke, frustration clouds her voice at the mention of marriage, and her relaxed shoulders tense once more.

#( daella targaryen . ) — threads | nymor fowler 001 #( celesticls . ) — queue

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Rhaekar had spent some time in the room where the festivities were taking place. He knew he had to make his presence known, although as soon as he was able to leave, he didn't hesitate. Rhaekar's goal was to leave the Red Keep and find his way to Saphira, the Celtigar lord was missing his dragon. He walked with his hands behind his back and noticed the confused young woman a few steps away from him. A sigh escaped his lips, he would usually just walk by and not care for the poor lost servant, he didn't know why he stopped. "It's right, left, left." He said simply, judging by the tray in her hands that she was trying to get back to the ballroom.

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— COMPANY, she was not expecting, so when a voice called out the proper directions in the otherwise empty hallway, it scared Talia so bad, she jumped half a foot in the air and tragically drops the tray she had been holding. the northerner could not tell which she felt more strongly: embarrassment, that that had been witnessed by whom she presumed to be a noble of some sort, or anger at herself, due to her becoming a cliché and a half. at least she had not poured it on herself. ❝ small mercies. ❞ she mutters to herself, before turning to face the lord, looking sheepish. ❝ m-might you be able to direct m-me to the kitchens, m-my lord, so I m-might clean this up. ❞ she internally curses her wavering voice, a symptom of her incurable shyness.

#( talia snow . ) — threads | rhaekar celtigar 001

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Rhaekar had been searching for the place furthest away from the festivities. He didn't want to deal with people, definitely didn't want to deal with the other nobles, most trying to get a betrothal with his family. Or more specifically, with him. Rhaekar wandered and found his way to the tower, not surprised that it seemed to be so empty, with most guards focusing their attention on the room where the ball was being held. Rhaekar noticed the other walking out of the meeting chamber, titling his head to the side slightly. "I believe that is none of your concern." He said simply. "I could ask you the same thing ... are you in the small council?"

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— THERE is no hesitation as he responds, words flowing out of his mouth with ease, like the practiced liar that he is. ❝ i do believe it is none of your concern, my lord, but yes, i am. ❞ willem's heart had once beat erratically when he would tell a lie, when he was young and inexperienced. now, he stands unwavering while lying bold - faced to a cousin of the royal family. his father had always told him his ambition would get him in trouble one day.

#( willem frey . ) — threads | rhaekar celtigar 001

crueltied

there is a noxious nature towards festivities that was deeply unwanted by the targaryen . primarily because he was simply not built for the seemingly never ending cycle of menial conversations . the masks people wore around royalty disgusted him , he longed for the authentic burst of insanity . so he seeks his books , the comfort of controlled environments and the serenity that comes with solace . alas , fates had other plans . he rolls his eyes a the sound of his sister before spinning on his heels , hands behind his back . ❝ i could ask you the same thing dear daella , don’t you have some young noble you have to torture with boredom ? ❞

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— SHE watches him with unimpressed eyes, crossing her arms across her chest as if disappointed in him. ❝ ❛ torture with boredom ❜ ? is that all you've got, little jace ? ❞ she mocks, a smile growing on her face as she pokes fun at her taller but younger brother. ❝ how can i be the boring one when it is you who is going to hide in his books, once again ? ❞ she teases, not needing to guess that his intentions were similar to her own ; peace, away from the leeches that flooded king's landing right now.

#( daella targaryen . ) — threads | jacerys targaryen 001