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firstfullmoon

I saw violence in anything with a face. I wished for a place big enough for grief & all I got was more grief

— Chen Chen, from “How I Became Sagacious,” in When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities

#. ❪ j . redwyne ❫ ╱ ❛ self. ❜

psychecreations

1883 (2021) 1.08: The Weep of Surrender

#. ❪ j . redwyne ❫ ╱ ❛ self. ❜

steelfyre

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› @ikhors , @crueltied

persona of most loyal servant of empire, long backed by chosen actions, was worn effortlessly by lyseni patriarch. his posture straightened when royal's approach was noted - though some weight remained supported by his cane, a mixture of need and painting an appearance for the eyes of court. serpent desired to go unseen until time came to strike. whenever that would be was yet to be determined. ❝ your highness. ❞ head dutifully bowed. a flicker of a welcoming smile appeared on his lips. ❝ is there something you require? ❞

crueltied

“ klahan, please. ” the princess laughs, a rather loud and boorish sound for someone so gentle and petite. “ what cause for the formalities ? ” her laugh trickles down to a chuckle as she sidles up next to him. she takes a sip of her wine, lips staining wine red which she swipes away with a glittered hand to dry on her glittering dress. “ nothing but the company of a good friend. are you enjoying yourself ? ”

#. ❪ s . dagaeron ❫ ╱ ❛ klahan rogare. ❜

steelfyre

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› @crimsonsbled , @heavnle , @sacrificeds , @traegedys , @crueltied

hues observed the room over the rim of her goblet. the dayne heiress had made her initial rounds and now stood at a slight distance from the dance floor. not hidden away but not at the heart of the celebration. she took a small drink of wine, only able to stomach the reach's wine in small bursts. ❝ i do believe this is the third time they've played the rains of castamere tonight. ❞ alara would've thought such a dull tune would've been removed from the night's rotation - much to the possible distaste of lions. but tradition must overrule; had there ever been a ball without the tune being played at least once?

crueltied

the targaryen winces as the song tumbles around in his head ( far too much wine too quickly and this is the result — jacaerys had full knowledge of this yet the jealous at success of his cousin had to be dulled somehow ). “ it is not my favourite. ” jacaerys says through gritted teeth as two fingers reach to his temple in a poor effort to alleviate his spinning head. “ though it is a good reminder of a lions’ true intentions … to to them you are merely prey. ” he sighs. " and in all honesty, i have half the mind to throw them into the dragon’s pit — the musicians, not the lannisters. ” he adds quickly, a smile creeping upon his wine-stained lips. “ though perhaps the lions would be tastier. “

#. ❪ j . targaryen ❫ ╱ ❛ alara dayne. ❜

steelfyre

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› @crimsonsbled , @unscng , @lcstblood , @crueltied

alicent had been contemplating the most subtle way to drive the heel of her shoe into the babbling lord's foot so she could free herself from his company when emerald hues spotted another drawing near. a more ideal idea arising. ❝ oh, there you are! ❞ hardly a care given that exclamation interrupted lord mooton's words about his fishing expeditions. ❝ you must excuse me, my lord. i promised them the next dance. ❞ she hurried, albeit not sacrificing grace, to the other's side and, linking their arms, gently steering them away. ❝ my apologies. i simply had to get away from his company. ❞

crueltied

at some point in the night, the targaryen of castamere had started to feel comfortable. the melody of the music pleased him, the rich taste of dornish wine settled well in his stomach and he felt an unsolicited sort of contentment at the celebration of his cousin. and so he does not fight when he feels the tug of another , “ i’m starting to feel used by you lannisters. ” the targaryen sighs, fighting a smile as their arms interweaves. “ your cousin had pulled almost the exact same stunt a few moments ago. i am starting to feel sympathetic for these poor lords, are they not worthy of a lion’s presence ? ”

#. ❪ j . targaryen ❫ ╱ ❛ alicent lannister. ❜#// thank u for the starter hope this was okie dokie xx

90stvqueen

#. ❪ S . DAGAERON ❫ ╱ ❛ self. ❜#idk how to describe it but it’s just her vibe

heavnle

❝ why of course, lord prester, i'm sure my lady mother would find nothing more enjoyable than discussing that with you, really, even though you are two and twenty years my senior, and i'm already rather attached but - ❞ emerald hues glance around, lithe fingers reaching out to grip the wrist of the first noble she sees who she might use as interference. ❝ oh ! there you are, so glad i've caught up with you. we really must speak, just now. ❞ saccharine tone and smile alike turn back upon the elder lord and his rather puglike countenance. ❝ if you'll excuse us, lord prester. ❞ lucretia turns, failing to give him time to protest and ignoring the affronted expression on the feastfire lord's mien, she hastens them away. ❝ just keep smiling until he's beyond hearing range. ❞

OPEN STARTER ━━ the great hall, the eclipse

crueltied

the tenderness / the urgency takes him by surprise, he is not used to such touches and the lord castamere feels something inside the cage of his ribs halter for a second or two. it stops him in his tracks immediately, gaze flitting between the two and jacaerys finds himself fighting against a threatening smirk or bemusement. he follows the lead of the other, elbow convexing and making space for a hand to latch onto. “ prester ? ” he quirks a brow, “ the red ox… are they not a rather important sworn house to you lady lannister ? ”

#. ❪ j . targaryen ❫ ╱ ❛ self. ❜#. ❪ j . targaryen ❫ ╱ ❛ lucretia annister. ❜

dearorphic

@steelfyre, @divineviclence, @vi0light, @saltandsilk, @crueltied + 0/2 open

Tonight's celebrations overruled the tragedies of the past and even a bear of the mountains seemed well at home amidst the ton; his mood, content and mild. Perhaps it was the silver lining that such an occasion was a gift to have forced both rulers of the Vale to mingle and unconsciously, with wandering gaze, he searches the crowd for his wife, blind to where it was that he was headed towards. His shoulder bumps into them and his gaze snaps back to the other, " apologies. " He blinks, surveying the other so as to make sure he didn't cause too much offense. " It's far too easy to lose your footing in these halls, and even worse for you, especially, to now learn I was born with two left feet. "

crueltied

some version of a raucous laughter escapes the sweets filled mouth of the princess of essos, bejewelled fingers flying up to protect the other from the attack of the crumbs of her cake. “ oh, it is me you must pardon my lord. ” she says hurriedly, half chewing, half laughing. “ if i wasn’t putting so much of my efforts in deducing which sweet would bring me the most happiness next then perhaps i could’ve kept a lookout for you and your two left feet. ” her cheeks flush a red dangerously close to the targaryen’s banners. “ please accept the rest of cake as my token of apologies. ” the princess offers the other a half eaten cake, icing smeared every which way and a toothy smile to top it off.

#. ❪ s . dagaeron ❫ ╱ ❛ antony arryn. ❜#. ❪ s . dagaeron ❫ ╱ ❛ self. ❜#// uh #// i have no idea anymore XD

ruzekburgess

Pride & Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright

#. ❪ S . DAGAERON ❫ ╱ ❛ self. ❜

steelfyre

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› @wcrfcres , @ichorsveined + accepting 0/3 replies

gold would be the more appropriate color for patriarch of lyseni riches but he'd chosen the quieter silver instead. a glass of wine hung loosely in his hand, liquid mostly untouched despite having been raised to his lips occasionally. willingly dampening one's mind forever a fool's choice. movement out of the corner of his eye made his gaze turn. ❝ i'm afraid i'm not one for dancing anymore if a partner is what you seek. ❞ a touch of sheepishness purposefully flickered across his visage. his cane leaned against the chair he was sitting in. ❝ but i won't turn down conversation. ❞

crueltied

“ as lady of the arbor i feel it is my duty to be disgusted that you have barely touched your wine my lord --- but then again , neither have i. ” she stifles out a laugh as she glances down at her glass. “ i think it is because of the babe. it is most likely shitting and pissing itself this very moment and we’re meant to be celebrating it just because of its progenitors ? it is but a baby for gods’ sake. and not even a very good looking one for that matter. ” there is a point where one must shut their mouths, the lady of the arbor had always found such things difficult to find.

#. ❪ j . redwyne ❫ ╱ ❛ self. ❜#. ❪ j . redwyne ❫ ╱ ❛ khlahan rogare. ❜#.. uh hope this is okay 😖

steelfyre

𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› arushi tully , @ichorsveined + accepting 0/3 replies

lips were pressed in a thin line as maiden stared down at the table or more precisely, the vast array of pastries and other sweets sitting on it. some were familiar, normal favorites beckoning to her, but the cooks had tried new recipes as well. some looked far too pretty to eat - particularly the pastry where the strawberry was carved in the shape of a baby dragon. cella sighed. ❝ i cannot decide what one to try first. ❞ she cast a glance at the person beside her. ❝ do you have a recommendation? ❞

crueltied

there is a sickness in his stomach that he knows is not meant to belong ( but somehow seems to settle ) . the celebrations for the successful propagation of king’s landing’s targaryens should be eluding joy and merriment out of the targaryen of castamere and yet the furrow of his brows, the void in his eyes and the downturned corners of is lips express otherwise . jacaerys hums at the question, glad to have something / someone take him out of himself . “ i don’t believe you could go wrong with such a choice... what a privilege to have a problem like so. don’t you think ? ”

#. ❪ j . targaryen ❫ ╱ ❛ self. ❜#. ❪ j . targaryen ❫ ╱ ❛ arushi tully. ❜#// hope this was okay !! <3

occultclassicalbright

NOUGHTLUX

Still Life II / Study after “Stilleven met bloemen op een marmeren tafelblad” by Rachel Ruysch, details Digital art 2017 (Full v.) (Lic.: CC BY-NC-SA 3.0)

#. ❪ S . DAGAERON ❫ ╱ ❛ self. ❜