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THE SEA SNAKE. independent & highly exclusive CORLYS VELARYON from george r. r. martin’s fire & blood and HBO's house of the dragon. show, book and headcanon based, all mixed. will only interact with GAME OF THRONES & HOUSE OF THE DRAGON muses. ' crafted by the patient ocean’s constant dance, leads this same glass to lose its former lustre. ' ☆ penned by DC, 27 she/her. ( ser criston cole rp blog.)
anyone still interested? im kinda losing muse but i'll try
OOC. Doing my best to come back to this & @driftmarksnake soon. It's just that everything's been tremendously busy on my end & my energy for writing hasn't been The Best.
OOC. not dead, just very busy this holiday week
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𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖏𝖆𝖇, Corlys does not dwell or linger longer than he has any right to do so. Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen had asked of him and his lady wife to help make the guests of Dragonstone much more comfortable and at ease in their presence and Corlys aimed to do exactly that. Stopping a steward from exiting, he takes two glasses of wine and offers one to Lady Blackstone. “Alyssane then,” He answers, taking a sip of his own decadent drink, the sting of the alcohol only being smoothed by the richness of the flavor. “The Dragon Queen is pleased to have you and your noble house at our cause.”
𝕬𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖊𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖗. He may have his own ideas and misconceptions that he will address to the queen later when discussing strategy and war upon the realm, he will do his duty in making sure the allies they had acquired are all for the greater good. “And how is your nephew? In good health, I hope.”
“thanks,” she takes the glass and drinks deeply. the path here from the riverlands had not been unmarked by turmoil, by fights and skirmishes too small to truly be called BATTLES in her own estimation, though alysanne does not doubt they will be marked them by the bards of years to come. IF THEY WIN, that is. if they lose their hard-fought successes will surely be little more than footnotes. “i look forward from hearing it from her lips, sometime.” it is not sharp, but aly’s smile belays that she DOES expect to be spoken to eventually by the queen.
“benjicot? he’s fine. he and his friends - the tully boys - are surely off doing something foolish as we speak that i will have to smooth over later.” the band of the three of them are seldom seen without at least one of their cohort, and aly cannot keep the fond note from her voice, “but they’re kids. it is what they’re meant to be doing.” the second part, NOT FIGHTING A WAR, is not voiced. it wouldn’t be worth it.
𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖞𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖕𝖘. He was a skilled strategist, a man made of war and who countless of times has drifted onto the battlefield himself with nothing but the armor he donned an the sword on his back. However, those had always been wars against enemies, against strangers whose cultures or land he did not care for or understand. This particular conflict was internal, a civil war in every sense of the word. "I apologize for the queen's lack of word," Corlys exemplifies, nodding solemly. "She... finds it difficult to converse, for she is still in mourning."
𝕳𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖜𝖘. A pain he knows all too well and is extremely intimate with. "I am glad to hear they are well," He replies to the lady's anecdote. "Better for them to experiences thejoys of youth before any ill will should befall upon us. Hopefully none, but one can never be too careful."
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𝕴𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖁𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓. He had understood once long ago that his son's preference and proclivities would call for an arrangement such as theirs, no matter whether Corlys' knew the details or not-- but he was a wise man. Ser Harwin Strong was a loyal man, much more noble than any of the other peacocking lords and knights within the venomous Red Keep itself. So far that, and for his discretion-- he is grateful. "Ser Harwin," He approaches. "Would you know where Laenor is? I was hoping to have a word with my son before departing to Driftmark."
𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔶𝔰
𝕬 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙, 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖞𝖗𝖆 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊. He has never known the princess to mince words, and Corlys finds himself smiling fondly at the memory. “A mere suggestion, your Grace,” He complies. “I am quite glad it was the name chosen, whoever it was quite unwise of him to not discuss it with you first.” If he had named his children without Rhaenys’ imput, his dear lady wife would have fed him to the Meleys herself. “I should have a word with him in the near future about the matter, if you wish me to do so.”
‘ I AM in your debt, my lord. ’ while she had ideas of her own, and while she harbors anger toward them both ( what sort of man names his son while his wife lay in bed? what sort of man names a son that is not his at all? ) for robbing her of what she considers to be her right…she is thankful that jace was not joffrey. ‘ not all men are wise, new fathers are seldom amongst their ranks. ’ she jests, offering a small laugh, ‘ no, i much prefer it to any other suggested. jacaerys targaryen, first of his name, it is regal. ’
𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖘𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖎𝖗. Lord Corlys Velaryon is no fool. He sees that his grandsons do not have the white hair of their houses or the dark skin of house Velaryon-- he understands that these children are of his kin not by blood, but by name-- but unlike the haughty queen or the blind king, Corlys does not mind. The boys are intelligent, kind and strong-- they will do the name Velaryon proud. "I suppose it is the nature of man to get overzealous when granted three courageous and beautiful sons, princess." He jests softly, hoping for no ill will between them. They were family after all. "And it is a most regal name, indeed."
‘ Well, who else would have a claim? ’
𝕬 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒. Corlys understands that there was no way to avoid the question-- no possible way for them to continue on as if the event that took place did not happen. The sad tragedy was that his grandson was killed, and now in his place an empty lot stood to inherit Driftmark upon his and his lady wife's passing. Yes, he could call out to many of the scattered cousins and displeased family members to inherit the castle he built with his very own hands, but his heart spoke differently, roaring against the very same traditions that had gotten his son killed and had left his daughter to die in a foreign home.
𝕾𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝖚𝖕 𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗. "It is unfortunate that it has come to such a horrifying notion, a shame done to our family," He starts, doing his best to maintain his voice as calm and composed as possible. But his grandson was dead-- and half his family belonged to the Stranger now. Corlys needed to hold close to the chest the remaining family he had left, for he loved them all more than the raging sea. "You will inherit Driftmark, Rhaena. And you may take a husband as you see fit-- as long as they can help us secure our claim and win this war."
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𝕬𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖔𝖉𝖘𝖜𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐. He had never been one of faith or servitude to the Gods, but something about this beautiful, massive force of nature calls to him in a way his voyages beyond the sea once did. If his travels around the world had taught Corlys anything, it was that godliness was wherever virtuous people searched for it.
𝕳𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗, 𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘, he recognizes that neither of them were godly or virtuous, but he sees an ambition within her that speaks of a kindred spirit-- a worthy ally. Graciously he approaches, making his presence known but undisrupted. "Good evening, princess." He greets, offering a courteous bow. "I would like to offer my admiration for your word back at the council. The king was unwise in not seeking your word-- flying on dragonback would be a demonstrable show of power. You will make a fine ruler one day."
She heard footsteps approaching her favortie spot but she did not move her eyes from the pages to glance at whoever it was. She was still shaken from the meeting of the council she had just been to, still brimming with annoyance at her advice being waved off so easily and without even a second of a thought. Rhaenyra absolutely despised when her father did that, gave her foolish hope for beng heard and offering input only to then silence her and make her bring MORE WINE.
The Princess was not acting politely - she knew as much, but her nerves were within their capacity and she was careful, wound up, ready to hear a reprimand and a scolding from whoever it was that joined her. Lilac eyes shot up in surprise to see the tall man who was the only one that had voiced his consideration for her plan. THE ONLY ONE who offered a smidge of support. “Your opinion is not shared with the rest of my father’s council, I fear, lord Corlys.” Rhaenyra’s tone took a softer edge to it, deflating in her seat as a quiet sigh escaped her. The woman closed the thick volume in her lap, fingertips tracing over the leather the book was bound in as her thoughts raced “Thank you.” The Princess added, eyes once more moving up to meet his - suddenly those of a young woman and not a PRINCESS. “It meant a lot that you backed my offer.”
𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖞𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖓. If Rhaenyra Targaryen was to be the heir of the kingdom, the absolute power and ruler of it one day then it only made sense for Viserys to allow her to not only attend the council meetings but to also participate in them as well. As a father, he understands unruly daughters. Laena is only twelve but is already showing the inklings of wildfire that her mother possesses, and a brave and bold spirit of her father-- truly, she will be a force to be reckoned with.
𝕳𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘' 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖞, for he wishes to make of her an ally and not an enemy. "A foolish lot of arrogant men and their petty whims," He says carefully, referring especially to that dastardly Hightower and his underhanded schemes. Corlys does not like the man, and he has made no secret of his disdain. "A show of strength that powerful would have caused any man worth his salt a tremor of fear. Only fools think they can best dragons."
‘ everyone i’ve cared about has either died or left me. except for you. ’
𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓, 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖞𝖘 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖞𝖊. Oh, it stings, like saltwater on an open wound. It hurts to see such beauty and wit and hardship and sorrow enter the heart of a girl so young. Rhaena and Baela were the ghosts of the daughter he had lost and the son he could not protect within his own home. Grief has haunted Corlys' for years-- as perhaps too much. He knows the rift it has caused him, his wife, their grandchildren, to be out and about on the War of the Stepstones, running from his own senses of guilt and shame. What kind of a man are you, Corlys Velaryon? He would ask himself every night under the blanket of stars after a rough day at war. That you chose violence over the connections of your family-- of your own blood.
𝕿𝖎𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖒, he smiles softly. "You are the blood of my blood, you will have me always." He assures her, his fearless and intelligent girl. "You are of my kin-- you have the blood of the dragon but the sea calls to you as well. You are the union of two of the most powerful families in the realm and if we cannot make it out of this alive, then the world will remember us as we were. United as one."
@driftmarksnake sent: ❝ my fate did not ready me for finding you. ❞
The princess tilts her head, violet eyes peering up at his face coyly. “You say that as if I am some sort of treasure, Lord Corlys.”
𝖁𝖎𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘. Ever since the lord of Driftmark had been seen the Targaryen princess he had been quite determined to make her and her his wife. All the time they spent on their courtship and in finally winning the heart of the most beautiful woman in the kingdoms, he thanks the Gods every morning and in every evening for she accepted his proposal. For her immense love for him could only be rivaled by his love for her. "Oh, you are more than that, my pearl." He tucks a loose, golden white strand of hair behind her ear. "I have travelled the seas and across the world for treasures-- but I have only ever travelled back for you."
Steve Toussaint: In my head, I always had this idea that he had come back from one of his voyages, and he was in court, but he was not quite as polished as the people there.
Eve Best: He was a bit rough.
Steve Toussaint: And that was kind of an appeal. Also, the fact that she didn't look down on him, because one of the things in this world is that his house prior to his voyage is was nowhere near as rich as the others. [It was] not as grand, but he went on made a fortune.
Eve Best: And I think that's what she really loves about him, as well. He's a self-made man. It's incredibly appealing. It's very sexy, actually.
corlys celaryon is a capricorn
me, having both a criston cole blog & a corlys velaryon blog:
muses i'd like to thread with to explore Corlys' relationship with:
otto hightower
jacaerys velaryon
laenor velaryon
lucerys velaryon
otto hightower
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❝ your kingdom will not last. ❞ ❝ my fate did not ready me for finding you. ❞ ❝ your strength breaks men’s bones. i have the cunning to break their minds. ❞ ❝ i thought i must always shield my heart in stone. ❞ ❝ were you lost? ❞ ❝ in the end, you’re just like your father. ❞ ❝ even now, you believe the fairy tale i told you is true? ❞ ❝ you are still a beast cloaked in man-flesh. ❞ ❝ why would you come to such a hellish place? ❞ ❝ live always without fear, for your fate is set and you cannot escape it. ❞ ❝ should i fall by the enemy’s sword, you must avenge me. ❞ ❝ i must die for the sword. i will die in honor. ❞ ❝ this ground harbors evil. ❞ ❝ hate is all i have ever known. but i wish to be free of it. ❞ ❝ my hour of grief has passed. ❞ ❝ whatever you hear, you must stay hidden. ❞ ❝ my heart knows only revenge. ❞ ❝ i knew then you had a heart of cold iron. ❞ ❝ if you lose me, will you come and look for me? will you? ❞ ❝ never enter my chambers without invitation! ❞ ❝ i have never felt close to another person. not since i was a child. ❞ ❝ could it not be that fate has spun another thread for you to follow? ❞ ❝ wherever i go, i must take you with me. ❞ ❝ you came back for me. ❞ ❝ i cannot truly believe you have extinguished your fire for vengeance. ❞ ❝ your sheep’s clothing does not disguise you. ❞ ❝ this is the last tear you will shed in weakness. ❞ ❝ you sacrificed yourself so that i could flee. ❞ ❝ hide your cunning. show the shepherd you are a sheep. ❞ ❝ you must choose between kindness for your kin, and hatred for your enemies. ❞ ❝ you found me. ❞ ❝ i will tear out their eyes, and i will tear out their tongues. ❞ ❝ look me in the eye. ❞ ❝ i will become a hailstorm of iron and steel. ❞ ❝ you know why i have come. ❞ ❝ come morning, they will hunt for me. ❞ ❝ did you find it? what you lost. ❞ ❝ you best find yourself some sleep. ❞ ❝ if you’re as untrustworthy as a wolf, i swear i’ll put you down myself. ❞ ❝ like a battle-dog returning to its master, i’ve come to be fettered by your fair locks. ❞ ❝ ever are we bound. ❞ ❝ i will have my vengeance. and more. ❞ ❝ your mind reeks of your father. ❞ ❝ your words are poison. ❞ ❝ do as you’re told. go. ❞ ❝ please, it’s but a jest. a jest. ❞ ❝ you keep a foul tongue, yet i keep you as a deep-sworn friend. ❞ ❝ i refuse to die in sickness nor live the long life of a shameful graybeard. ❞ ❝ be not afraid. do as i do. ❞ ❝ together we will rage in the battlefield of corpses. ❞ ❝ my fate has brought me here. ❞ ❝ for now, i will haunt this place like a hungry corpse returned from the grave. ❞ ❝ can you fight? ❞ ❝ whatever happens tomorrow, be ready to run. ❞ ❝ this is not the work of my god. ❞ ❝ i should kill you and all that is dear to you. ❞
