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sonofdanae.

Preston’s sword clashed onto his squire’s sword, who nearly whimpered under the force. He brought the Valyrian sword down again as a smirk settled on his lips. “And you plan to be a knight of the Argo’s? I would never allow it,” he taunted. The squire’s brow was speckled with sweat, and he looked relieved when Eva’s voice came as a saving grace. “Oh you intend to teach me how to rid of my frustrations?” His tone dripped with sarcasm. ( His expression was dark, but his confusion lurked underneath it. )

His attention returned to his victim, “She can’t and won’t save you. We’re Argos. We don’t survive by helping each other.” Preston knocked the squire’s sword from his hand, and he didn’t bat an eyelash when the boy cried out and held his injured hand, helplessly looking up at him.

His voice was at a roar now, “Surviving on your OWN is helping your people.” He shoved the boy, as he kicked the dropped sword towards him. “Get. Out. Of. My. Sight,” he articulated every word as he finally turned to speak to Eva again. “If you are not here to train, leave me in peace. It would be ill advice to provoke me.”

his question is ignored for the sake of such spectacle. delicate features reveal absolutely nothing ; mouth pursed, gaze steady, arms crossed. EXPRESSIONLESS. cruel tendrils of dark satisfaction unfurl inside her soul she's enjoying it, the boy's fear, his helplessness & subsequent defeat. his pain, it feeds a darkened heart exactly with what it needs. SHE'S PROUD. soon enough the young man is gone, not a single ounce of her attention wasted on him as he hurries past her frame. ❝ incredibly motivational speech. ❞ amusement is quite obvious, a roll of her stare following his angry reply. ❝ don't flatter yourself, cariño : the world does not revolve around our little games. i merely wished to ask how you're faring . . . we are FAMILY after all. ❞ saccharine twist of full lips, they stretch until white teeth show ( white & sharp ) in a bright smile. she's moving now, legs carrying her towards the weapons she's seen so many other times. pale fingertips graze a sword, & hazel eyes move towards preston, peering from below thick eyelashes. ❝ but if you want to train, then so be it. do you think you can defeat me ? ❞ there's a playful quality in her voice, unique & reserved only for special occasions & certain moods.

#sonofdanae #( x. preston stoneshire )#( x. interactions: short. )#( they have zero chill. )#( i miiiissed you. )

everett-balor.

“As long as you are not a Vitello I shall be praising my lucky stars, especially when she is so damn charming.” he said with almost a smirk, stepping back as he did, leaning against the wall. “But you would never be charming for me would you? who would.” he looked down towards his feet.

❝ now, now, i wouldn't be so quick to spit out my hate in such a public setting. even the walls have ears, lord balor. ❞ dry words fall from her lips with little to none emotion, sarcasm dripping from the tip of her tongue she could not care less about his ( or his whole family's ) destiny. hands laced, head straight : she's the picture of DIPLOMACY. ❝ is that supposed to make me pity you ? ❞

#everett-balor #( x. everett balor. )#( x. interactions: short. )#( replies 10000 years late forgive me. )

morgana-blackwood.

Morgana was a little surprised by the Keep. It was so different from Waywyn and all the subtle beauties of it. It was just – strange. She didn’t mind it, of course not. How could she? There was nothing left for her in Waywyn anymore, her life was now here.

Walking around the city was confusing to say the least. She’s lost her way twice already, though the instructions she’s received weren’t as thorough to begin with as she’d have liked.

Noticing a person not far away from her, she picked up her skirt and made haste to catch them. “Excuse me! I am so terribly lost here and I long to see the library. Would you be so kind to appoint me towards it? I’d be forever in your debt.”

a woman's voice brings her steps to a halt, a DISTURBANCE that is not entirely welcomed. stiff body then turns, lips pursed in a tight line as she regards the stranger a newcomer. few people did eva not recognize nowadays, & fewer were not aware of who she was ( pitiful girl : thrown aside by their benevolent king in favor of a commoner what a tragedy ! ) ; among the nobles, at least. head tilted in mild curiosity, dulcet tones carry the tinge of amusement when she finally speaks. ❝ the library ? that's in the complete opposite direction. ❞

#morgana-blackwood #( x. morgana blackwood. )#( x. interactions: short. )#( hi hi ! )

cyra-langden.

Cyra has seen snow many times, but it always managed to leave her breathless. The calm and the ice, so unlike hot and tormenting days of the summer. Glancing up at the sky, she couldn’t help a small smile from spreading over her face.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The snow.” She said out loud as she felt someone approaching from behind her.

❝ beautiful, indeed. ❞ comes the quiet observation, a whisper melting from an usually SHARP tongue. although not one to be homesick ( no, darkness the argos had fled & had left their people to rot how could anyone feel anything but RELIEF ? ) the white snow evokes pleasant memories : a BATTLEFIELD. the remnants of war. the unforgiving quality of the north. ❝ is this your first encounter with it ? ❞ the question is posed with a raised eyebrow, hands lacing in front of her body.

#cyra-langden #( x. cyra langden. )#( x. interactions: short. )#( HELLO. )

fingers tightened into a fist, she gently taps on the wooden door : once, twice, three times. seconds fly ( & with them her determination to make this work nobody should keep her waiting ) but there's nothing. NO CHANGE, NO ANSWER. just like her invitations were ignored. fury ignites inside hollow veins, yet it doesn't show in her knocking ( there she goes again, four rapid sounds that are full of SOFTNESS ) or in her voice. a whisper abandonds her lungs, notes filling the air with fabricated uncertainty. ❝ lord vitello, are you there ? ❞ ( @hamish-vitello )

#hamish-vitello #( x. hamish vitello. )#( x. closed starter )#( HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE. )#( i hope this is ok bab if you want me to change anything just lemme know. )

hamish-vitello.

The brightness of her smile made him feel oddly dazed. It had been a long time since someone had looked at him with such genuine joy. Trying to collect his thoughts, Hamish blinked a few times. “I would not object to once more enjoying your company in the near future, my lady.” He paused, worrying at his lower lip; the prospect of rejection was slightly terrifying, not in the least because as an Argo - even a surprisingly friendly one - she would probably find a way to reject him in the most horrifying, embarrassing way imaginable. Still, he pressed on: “We, ah, could hurry circumstance along, perhaps?”

victorious smile remains, tightening rosy lips as she nods. there's a tinge of EMBARASSMENT in her eyes, dancing beneath the skin of her cheeks ; but it is not real, unlike the one that pales his features. the joy of winning this game makes her expression & happiness completely TRUE, if only for all the wrong reasons. she almost pities the man in front of her ALMOST. ❝ that, your highness, would certainly be DELIGHTFUL. ❞ he's making this far too easy ( & perhaps not as enjoyable ), yet she guesses it's better this way. ❝ i am at your disposal. ❞

#hamish-vitello #( x. hamish vitello. )#( x. interactions: short. )#( jfc i want to love him ofrever. )#( i'll love on him w rafaela soon she'll actually be nice to him and mean it. )

everett-balor.

“Oh Lady Argo.” he said, trying to drink the wine in front of him, wincing at the bitter taste, the way it burnt down his throat, how people called it sweet he would never know. “Are you just disappointed that I am not my dashing twin? Because I know I am.”

lips remain tightened in a line, the distaste now more than evident on her pale features. ❝ there's few people i would like you to be, & none of them share the name BALOR. ❞ a hint of AMUSEMENT plays between her irises, head tilting slightly. ❝ as i am sure you'd rather spend your time in other's company but an argo's. ❞

#everett-balor #( x. everett balor. )#( x. interactions: short. )

after a long ( & very much needed ) walk her feet carry her inside, pace not too fast but not excruciatingly slow, either she's not particularly eager to get anywhere. her room is the intended DESTINATION, yet the loud NOISE draws her attention. a commotion followed by a FAMILIAR voice ; & she finds herself soon leaning against a door's frame, slight smirk playing at the corner of her lips, eyebrows raised with CURIOSITY.

❝ is this how you intend to get rid of your frustration ? ❞

@sonofdanae

#sonofdanae #( x. closed starter )#( x. interactions: short. )#( x. preston stoneshire )#( there ya go. )

hamish-vitello.

He shyly ducked his head, just a tad overwhelmed by the sense of relief coursing through him. Only at the last moment did he keep himself from thanking her for understanding. (He was not quite that pathetic, not yet.) Instead, he hesitantly raised his eyes to watch her, the corners of his mouth curling up just slightly.

“A pity indeed,” he echoed, and was surprised to find that he meant it - and that he hoped she did too. He hardly thought his company had been anything approaching wonderful, but… well, she seemed to think differently, and Hamish could not help being glad for that. “I am sure our paths will cross again eventually,” he said. “But if you wish, we could-” He clamped his mouth shut, shrugging helplessly while his cheeks heated.

she returns his smile with one twice as BRIGHT, determined to lull him into a false sense of security, into believing she is nothing but an innocent victim of the vitellos. hazel eyes do roll, however, just for a second, the impatient expression completely gone once he gazes back at her. head tilts at his INCOMPLETE question, a sense of VICTORY blooming in her wrist. ❝ we could what, your highness ? ❞ with her tone she encourages him to finish speaking, teeth biting the inside of her cheek in silent expectation.

#hamish-vitello #( x. hamish vitello. )#( x. interactions: short. )#( o m fg must be protected. )#( don't do this to me. )

hamish-vitello.

Her life, difficult? It was hard to believe when the Argos were craven lords who had fled from their difficulties and were now safely ensconced inside the Lion’s Keep. (Took one coward to know another, after all.) But perhaps… perhaps she had taken Holden’s refusal of her harder than it appeared. And if there was anything that Hamish was an expert on, it was how badly it stung to be the second choice.

He wanted her to like him, he realized suddenly. He had never taken well to conflict and disapproval, and he just… he just wanted to be liked. Although her gaze held neither pity nor even judgment at his discourteous outburst, Hamish blanched anyway, and scrambled to make amends. “I’m sure you could make even a discussion of the weather interesting, my lady. But I should not have reacted as I did. It was… gracious of you to ask.” Even if it had also been too personal, had hit too close to home.

hand raises as if to dismiss his words, dark strands of hair shaking along with her head. ❝ there is absolutely no need for you to explain. we are all, of course, allowed to wish our lives remain PRIVATE. i should not have pried. ❞ her eyes wander away from his face and catch sight of the castle, a sigh full of RELIEF almost abandoning her lungs. she wants nothing more than to get away from hamish, away fom this act she'll have to keep for TOO MUCH TIME. gaze returns to its original position, charming smile twisting her lips. ❝ it seems like our walk has almost come to an end. a pity, is it not ? ❞ swiftly, she unwraps her arm from around his own, fingers lacing in front of her body. ❝ thank you for your most wonderful company, your highness. perhaps i will see you again soon ? ❞ question is poised with the most INNOCENT of tones, eyes slightly widening with fabricated HOPE.

#hamish-vitello #( x. hamish vitello. )#( x. interactions: short. )#( yO I THOUGHT MAYBE WE COULD WRAP THIS UP SOON. )#( and do something else when he's up to date w stuff. )

phoebejays

insp.

#( x. you may have seen my likeness on the temple walls )#( x. queued. )

hamish-vitello.

Hamish hummed softly. It was almost nice, ambling along together like this, arm in arm in the brisk winter air, whilst around them the world continued to bustle with liveliness. Well, at least as long as he pretended it wasn’t some vaguely threatening Argo woman who was holding onto his arm. “Yes, it’s horrible,” he agreed. Didn’t the Argos abandon their own subjects to the cruelty of the north? It was strange for her to care about the people of Westedell. Still, he did his best to reassure her: “I strongly doubt the kingdom is cursed, though. These harsh times will pass, as they always do.”

The streets leading up to the Keep went slightly uphill, and his breathing grew just a little bit strained as he concentrated on the road before them; Hamish was beginning to regret that he had not taken out his horse this morning. Only when she spoke again, did his head snap up to look at her. An angry - and yet terribly ashamed - flush crept onto his cheeks. “Not that it is any business of yours, my lady,” Hamish said stiffly, “but my leg is fine.”

conceivably her CONCERN was a little too much not that she cares. still she shows the utmost amiability, seeming to listen his every word. ❝ only time will tell. the gods know how difficult life has become. ❞ ah, but she relishes on those difficulties ( as long as they are not her own ), clings to the sweetness of absolute destruction ( both created by the dead & the living ) that has reigned the keep. the fires, the cries & the screams ; the peace that DEATH brings along with bloodshed. to her, westedell should be CURSED, drown itself in a sea of chaos.

she's only started to notice his labored breathing, when his changed mood captures her ATTENTION, eyes snapping to his now embittered face. cheeks flushed ( surely from anger & embarassment ) provoke the urge to smirk knowingly, for she supposed this would be a sore spot. an eyebrow raises in response, a GRACEFUL smile as well. there's no pity in her expression ( only careful NEUTRALITY ), voice undeterred by his outburst. ❝ my apologies if i offended you. i won't ask again, of course. ❞ her tone quickly turns humorous, head tilting to the side. ❝ perhaps you'd like to hear my opinion on the weather, then ? ❞

#hamish-vitello #( x. hamish vitello. )#( x. interactions: short. )

hamish-vitello.

“Yes, I’m certain he will,” Hamish said noncommittally, his mind already on the walk ahead of them; thankfully they weren’t too far from the Keep. He was distracted from his nerves by the radiant smile that seemed to transform the harsh lines of her face. He blinked in surprise. There was an edge to it still - that business with Holden, no doubt - but it was… beautiful nonetheless.

He couldn’t help softly smiling back in response, and when they began to walk he straightened his posture as best he could. Even if he couldn’t move quickly, when escorting a lady he at least wanted to look like a proper man, not some slouching cripple. It was a little odd that Lady Argo had approached him - although it probably had something to do with the lack of other options to accompany her back to the Keep - but he would try to enjoy it as long as it lasted.

“Better than the city itself, I expect,” Hamish replied, perhaps slightly evasively. But she needn’t know about bloody knuckles or impotent cries or the grief, raw and sharp, that had curled up inside of him. He nodded at all the busy activities going on around them. “Rebuilding seems to be proceeding apace, though.”

she keeps her bright expression on, although it isn’t as brilliant as it was before ( it’s EXHAUSTING to mantain a mask when all she wants is to curl her lips in disgust ), the beginnings of a s m i r k twisting the corners of her mouth. WHAT A FOOL. men are incredibly predictable, & those starving for attention even more ; a few sweet words, a PRETTY SMILE & they’re ready to do your bidding. dulcet tones are mixed with eyes that dart to his face once more, teeth chewing on her lip ( as if she were NERVOUS what an act ! ). ❝ let’s hope so. ❞ she notices his reclutance to answer her QUESTION, for that is not the response she was expecting. it does not matter, however, & she decides to respect his PRIVACY, if only for the sake of her facade. ❝ the people must be devastated. i’ve seen entire houses lost to the fire. terrible, isn’t it ? i’m beginning to think the kingdom to be CURSED. ❞ the low speed of their pace is almost MADDENING, stare moving to his damaged member ( no wonder he’s the vitello’s liability, what good could a CRIPPLE bring to westedell ? ), a sort of fabricated curiosity in her voice. ❝ does your leg often hurt ? ❞

#hamish-vitello #( x. hamish vitello. )#( x. interactions: short. )

hamish-vitello.

Trying to gauge the sincerity of her apology, he snuck a glance at her. She seemed honest enough, and Hamish found himself relieved not to have to deal with her thinly veiled contempt over something he had not even been part of. “Please, no need to apologize. I know my uncle intended no offense, but it is only natural that you and your family would feel slighted.”

His gaze flicked down as Lady Argo stepped closer. Hamish had to resist the urge to squirm away from her. For gods’ sake, he was a grown man. Being crippled had not unmanned him that much yet. Still, he hesitated, if only just for a fraction of a moment. Couldn’t she see he wasn’t even capable of protecting himself, let alone her?

Finally remembering the courtesies his tutors had gone to such great pains to instill in him, he offered up his free arm for her to take; with the other, he nervously gripped the head of his cane while he forced a polite smile onto his face. The last woman he had escorted like this was Alycia, he remembered with a pang. “Of course, my lady. It would be my pleasure.”

❝ offense or not, i'm sure he will find a way to RECTIFY our situation. ❞ & that way is standing right in front of her. she can still remember holden's proposal, her rage, her damned OUTBURST. acceptance of this new marriage had taken her father's PERSUASION but it seems the b o y in front of her is not privy to the king's offer. something tells her he won't be exactly ENTHUSIASTIC about it ( especially after his previous FAILED betrothal ). hazel gaze examines his features for a HEARTBEAT ; aware he surely wants to run away. yet a dazzlingly BRIGHT smile flourishes, forged with golden victory, legs moving to take his arm ( swallowing her DISTASTE for this ordeal, the one that threatens to spill along with hidden poison ) ❝ wonderful ! ❞ as they slowly begin walking, eva direct her stare towards the people, pensive air surrounding her face. ❝ how have you been dealing with our ... most recent events, my lord ? ❞

#hamish-vitello #( x. hamish vitello. )#( x. interactions: short. )#( wow gdi i want to protect him from the argos now. )#( get away from the smol. )

hamish-vitello.

Oh. Right. “He is, ah, very sorry about it, from what I understand,” Hamish said. Although one had to wonder how much of it was genuine, considering how his stern, grim uncle seemed to nearly frolic whenever he was around Portia. Eva Argo, Hamish noted, did not seem like the type to inspire frolicking. Madly running away, perhaps. (Of course, he reflected bitterly, Hamish was capable of neither of those things anymore.)

Still, handling House Argo’s wrath was Holden‘s problem, not his. Hamish could survive this one awkward encounter just fine. “I am quite well, thank you,” he said. And paused, unsure what else there was to say.

she waves a hand in return, faux shame blooming in her eyes. ❝ i apologise, your highness. it's not your duty to speak for the king nor is what happened your fault. i should not have mentioned it. ❞ light tone is the perfect mixture of GENTLENESS & remorse, affability still stretching her lips. once more she resists the urge to ROLL HER EYES, at the way he plunges into awkward SILENCE & pauses uncomfortably. must she do everything ? ❝ that is certainly good to hear. ❞ a calculated step is taken towards hamish ; it would not do to have him increase their distance again. ❝ i was on my way to the castle before perhaps you could ACCOMPANY me. the streets are hardly the safest place for young women. ❞

#hamish-vitello #( x. hamish vitello. )#( x. interactions: short. )#( kicks @ dirt. )#( who me ? )#( also 'madly running away´ that's damn right. )#( he's literally my new fave. )#( must protect the smol. )

hamish-vitello.

Hamish turned his head to look at her; his eyes widened just slightly, then he subtly took a step back in order to increase the distance between them. “Lady Argo,” he said stiffly. Beautiful though she was, Eva Argo was quite possibly even more terrifying than Lord Argo himself. Odd, the thought that she would have become his aunt, if only by marriage. It was probably a disservice to her, but he found himself quite glad that Holden had let his eye fall on sweet, kind Portia instead. Still, it wouldn’t do to be anything but polite. He awkwardly smiled back at her. “How are you faring in these harsh times?”

she does not miss the surprised look in his eyes, does not react at the way he puts more distance between them. & she's fighting the urge to LAUGH a man grown, scared of a lady like her. perhaps hamish isn't as OBTUSE as she assumed ; perhaps he's got a certain degree of perception ( unless she hasn't been hiding her true nature as well as she thought she had ). eva's smile VANISHES then, although there's no HOSTILITY in her mask. ❝ surprisingly well, considering the poor treatment of my family by our GRACIOUS KING. ❞ there's almost an edge to her words, but it is soon gone as another calm smile returns. ❝ how about you, my lord ? ❞

#hamish-vitello #( x. hamish vitello. )#( x. interactions: short. )#( om fg. )#( prOTECT HIM HE'S AWKWARD. )#( protect the ham 2k16. )

elwinnargo

theoretical chaos || eva&elwinn

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elwinnargo.

Whose fault that is?

As soon as the words reached his ears, his right hand went up and down, straight to Eva’s cheek, not only once, but twice. He had raised all his children the same way, exactly how he had been raised, and Eva turned out to be the strongest one. If only she had been born male. Her words were merely aiming to anger him, and they were successful. The palm of his hand burned after the corrective measure. Elwinn went back to his seat and leaned back on it, posture impassive, as if the sudden burst of anger had never happened. He huffed once more, annoyed, and clenched his jaw. “Your distractions.” He looked at Eva, studying her face, trying to read if she had placed the pieces together. “Preston. Children. Argo. Do I need to explain?”

she doesn’t move after he hits her, gaze on the floor, teeth caged together in a fickle attempt to regain composture. how she LOATHES him right now, how she wishes for his death after he’s made her look so disgustingly w e a k. of course she saw it coming it has certainly not been the first time ; nor will it be the LAST. still the ANGER burns in her loins, nails digging ever HARDER into her own skin. seconds pass in silence, frozen form returning to life after elwinn takes a seat, air exiting her lungs. first it is a heavy breath, yet soon enough it turns into DARK LAUGHTER & eyes slide towards him, fingers softly grazing the now red cheek. ❝ how PATHETIC of you, father. you need not take your failures out on me, but on my brothers. ❞ delicate features now morphed into SERIOUS ones, eva remains standing, eager to leave the room. ❝ no, you don’t. i understand perfectly. ❞

#elwinnargo #( x. elwinn argo. )#( x para: theoretical chaos. )#( dad chill. )#tw violence

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