The Stonewall Inn
bliss lane
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
No title available
Mike Driver
PR's Tumblrdome
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
YOU ARE THE REASON
izzy's playlists!
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
titsay
sheepfilms
blake kathryn
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
No title available
tannertan36
No title available
occasionally subtle
@theartofmadeline
No title available
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from Spain
seen from Belgium
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Vietnam
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from Türkiye
@fxll3ncr0wns
Dependent blog written by Alex, affiliated with theconqueringhq
Lady Asha Harlaw | 27 | FC: Thea Sofie Loch Næss | Bio | Musings | Threads
Ser Astrid Qoheris | 30 | FC: Ivana Baquero | Bio | Musings | Threads
Prince Daemon Targaryen | 27 | FC: Marcus Rutherford | Bio | Musings | Threads
Lord Heir Duncan Baratheon | 18 | FC: Federico Russo | Bio | Musings | Threads
Lord Edwin Stark | 38 | FC: Ekin Koç | Bio | Musings | Threads
The heat in Sunspear settled into stone and skin alike, the air thick with spice, salt, and the low murmur of a city alive at all hours. Most visitors from the north fought against it. Complained of sweat and sand and the feeling of being perpetually watched by the sun itself.
Cassian had long since stopped noticing, or perhaps he had simply learned to belong to it again.
He crossed the courtyard at an unhurried pace, loose linen stirring faintly in the warm evening breeze, one hand resting near the hilt at his hip more out of habit than thought. The palace was crowded now with nobles from every corner of the realm, all banners and pride and carefully measured smiles. It made Sunspear feel smaller somehow.
His attention drifted briefly toward the movement of servants crossing the yard before another figure caught his eye. Certainly not one of his countrymen. Perhaps a stormlander, if Cassian had to guess by the look of him, or close enough to it. The way he carried himself gave him away more than the clothes did. Too composed for a drunk lordling, too observant for a fool.
Cassian watched him for a moment before speaking.
“You look like a man trying very hard to convince himself this heat isn’t miserable,” he called casually, amusement threading through his voice.
A faint grin pulled at the corner of his mouth as he stepped into the man’s path just enough to make the interaction unavoidable without being rude.
“Which means you’re either from the Stormlands… or the Reach. You don't have the look of a riverman or the rigidity of a Northman, and gods above know all you'd be covered in gold if you were from the west.” His eyes flicked briefly over the other man, thoughtful now. “So which is it?"
There was no hostility in him. Only easy confidence, the sort that came naturally to men who knew exactly where they stood.
“Duncan, isn’t it?” Cassian asked after a beat. “I heard your name mentioned earlier.” A small shrug followed. “Half the realm’s packed itself into Sunspear this week. Hard not to overhear things.”
His expression shifted slightly then, less teasing now, more genuine.
“You picked a poor time to look for peace, I’m afraid.” His gaze flicked toward the crowded halls beyond them. “There’s not much of it left in this city at the moment.”
Duncan came to a stop when the other spoke to him, more to be polite than anything else. He didn't feel like speaking to anyone, but he had been raised among the royal family, and he knew walking past someone, mostly another noble without paying them any attention would be seen as an insult. "As someone who spent almost my entire life in King's Landing, I would say that heat is something I've gotten used to." Of course nothing could compare to what they had in Dorne, King's Landing was nowhere near as bad as it was here, but he didn't mind it, maybe it was the Dondarrion blood in him.
"Yes, you got it right. Duncan Baratheon." He said with a nod of his head. "I can imagine, I'm sure there's plenty of people talking about what is happening and all the people coming to Dorne." A sigh escaped his lips at the other's words. "I know, but a man can hope."
ARGELLA REMAINS THE UNYIELDING storm of the baratheon line even in the heart of sunspear, her presence a sharp, jagged contrast to the golden ease of the dornish court. she does not mind the heat - not truly. for she has always been a woman of fire and tempered steel, and the sun feels like little more than a reflection of the fierce, protective flame she carries for her own. her gaze, dark and perpetually watchful, finds duncan before he has even crossed the threshold of the main courtyard, her focus sharpening the moment her firstborn comes into view. to the world, she is the stag of storm's end, formidable and distant. but to him, she is a sanctuary, the one force in westeros that will never require him to explain his silence. she moves with a heavy purposeful grace to meet him. the lady does not wait for him to acknowledge her, stepping into his path with a familiarity that is both a demand and a shield, her expression softening only when she is close enough to see the familiar lines of his face. dark hues study him with a clinical, maternal intensity, searching for the exhaustion he is too disciplined to name. silently, the lady of storm's end reaches out, a hand settling briefly yet firmly against his shoulder. a grounding weight that speaks of a love so absolute it borders on the terrifying. ❝ you are alone ?? ❞ too exposed. too unsafe.
Duncan comes to a stop when his mother comes into his view, stepping in front of him. He wants to reach out to her, more than anything he wishes to throw himself in her arms and feel the warmth of motherly loves that he craves so much when she's gone, when she's not visiting. Duncan holds back though, he has a certain composure that he needs to keep and showing weakness like that in front of all the people currently on the courtyard wasn't a smart move.
"Mother." He greeted her, his eyes looking up to meet her's before he nodded his head. "Yes, for a short while." Duncan had stepped away from the guards assigned to him for a few moments, thankful that he was given some time to be by himself. It wasn't something he got to do often. "Have you just arrived?" He asked, slightly leaning into her touch as she kept her hand on his shoulder.
The North had been quiet, the journey south long and tedious as expected. Dorne felt so alive in comparison, almost an affront to the weariness that followed him like a second shadow since Lynara's passing. Erol, never one to sit still, had only grown more intent on constant movement. To outrun the feeling, perhaps - though this is not a conclusion he has come to himself. Having broken away from the family procession in the last several miles, he'd been the first of them to make landfall in Dorne. Once properly situated, the search for his kin had begun in earnest.
Luckily, his elder brother was incapable of blending with the scenery.
"I found our quarters. Too many windows to be considered a stronghold, but we will make do." It passes for a greeting as he strides toward Edwin, giving him a once over. He wants to laugh, but settles instead for incredulity. "You're surely roasting in that, brother."
Edwin had not been trying to blend with the scenery, he hated the scenery. He hated everything about being here and he was not even making the slightest effort to show otherwise. Edwin didn't smile, he would simply nod his head at people who passed by him, not even stopping to make conversation. He was praying to the Old Gods for the ten days to go on fast so they could leave this hell hole. Literally because the heat was unbearable, it felt like hell.
"Good. Well, I guess that's how you survive in this heat, plenty of windows." A groan left his lips as he slightly shook his head. "I'm fine. I will be. I don't know how people enjoy living here." He looked over his brother, titling his head to the side. "Have you found more proper clothes for this weather?"
"i may be offering if you so wish to join me." pipa asked with the clearest of intentions, squeezing astrid's hand against her own. "i rarely have others stay with me."
"I would love to join you, although we have to be secretive and careful about it." Astrid said, knowing that even though Dorne was slightly more open when it came to this, she was still a kingsguard. And she was still a lady. "Just tell me when and where and I'll be there."
"It's less of being a lone wolf, it's more of being already loyal to a group of people I grew up with so I couldn't betray their trust like that," he explained before raising a brow. "I won't go easy on you, I'll have you know that right off the bat" he warned, "but the opportunity to spar would be something fun to do I suppose"
"That's fair, I can respect you for it. It's not something you see a lot of now a days, most people just go where there's more gold or prestige." She said with a shrug of her shoulders, it was part of the reason why she joined the kingsguard, the honor it brought her and her family, and because she really didn't have anywhere else to go. And she didn't want to be a lady who would get married off to someone she didn't know. "I wouldn't expect you to be, I would be really disappointed if you went easy on me." She said with a chuckle. "We'll see, if the opportunity presents itself."
"Yet we're out here for hours at a time and it's nearing triple digits," he pointed out, "either the northerners will have to follow the Dornish fashion of they'll end up passing out halfway through the day." Sure it was a harsh way at looking at things but it was the truth - if they couldn't stand the heat how were they planning on lasting throughout the entire 10 days?
Daemon nodded his head. "I think they will eventually come to their senses and wear different clothes, for their own good." He said, shrugging his shoulders. At the end of the day, he didn't really care what they did, what they chose to wear, it was none of his business. Much like them though, Daemon wanted this to be over with so he could go back home, even though he hates the thought of leaving his sister here.
Seeking to stay out of her way, more like, though Aenyx supposes he should count his blessings and be grateful that the attempt on his life hasn’t soured Daemon on his future sister by law, since he’s so easily bringing her up. “For myself,” he replies with a nonchalant shrug, his grin undimmed. “I believe the princess would appreciate something with a sharper edge than a book,” besides, her Valyrian isn’t good enough to not have reading turn into a chore. “History, strategy…” he waves at the selection the shopkeeper already displayed. “You can tell me if we already have them, or if the author is any good.” he'd rather not waste his already limited leisure time with hacks.
“Maybe we should get Sera a present, too. A book of love poems for her to share with her beloved,” Aenyx is mildly pleasant he’s managed to keep the snark out of his tone.
Daemon listened to his brother speak as his eyes scanned the books on display, picking up a few and giving them a look over. "Well, you can always get her something sharper, I'm certain you'll be able to find something in the market." He paused, turning his head to look at him with a smile. "I'm sure she would appreciate the kind gesture from her future husband." There was a teasing tone on his voice as he spoke, before he finally picked up two books and handed them to Aenyx. "These two, are among my favorites that I have read. I think you will like them."
Daemon couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips at the idea of offering Sera a book filled with love poems. "I am hoping to live a few more years, dear brother. So you will offer the book to her yourself, I have nothing to do with it."
THE YOUNGER WOLF steps into the shadow of the palace eaves, the slight reprieve from the sun doing little to thaw the frozen, guarded expression she wears like a second skin. she acknowledges his sigh with a sharp, perceptive tilt of her head, matching his stride as they move away from the glare of the courtyard. there is a quiet, shared understanding in the silence—a northern bond that requires no words to acknowledge the ghosts that have followed them all the way to the south. ❝ ten sounds like a start. ❞ she murmurs, her voice regaining a sliver of its biting edge.
Edwin only nods his head as she speaks, acknowledging their share desire to drown their sorrows in wine. Dornish wine was far too sweet for him, but they didn't have much to choose from when they were here. Edwin remained silent as they walked through the crowd, trying to stick with the shadows of the buildings, where it was slightly better and more manageable. When they finally reached the feasting hall, Edwin walked towards the table where wine was being served to the guests. It was slightly more fresh inside the palace, which he appreciated. "These ten days of festivities are going to take an eternity to pass." He scuffed.
Gwin had followed her siblings to the event in Dorne. The last eight months had been a lot on Gwin, even if she didn't show it. Then they had to sail far, far away to attend a wedding nobody wanted to go to.
If Gwin had less self restraint, the wedding would have turned into a raid.
She met her sister on the dock. Gwin's long, dark strands stuck to her neck as she sweated from the heat. It was very unpleasant in Dorne, and Gwin's control over herself was already thin.
Gwin glared at her sister's smile when quipping about the warmth. "Enjoyable to a lizard, maybe"
Asha studied her sister for a moment, a small laugh escaping her lips as her feet made contact with the wooden floor of the docks. She turned to look at her, titling her head to the side. "Come on dear sister, it's not that bad." She smirked, as she looked around for a moment. "What is there to not like? I mean, more heat means less clothes and that's always a positive sight." She paused. "Plus, I always had fun whenever I ended up in Dorne so I'm looking forward to it."
She moved forward towards Gwin, before placing a hand on her shoulder. "How are you doing? The sea wasn't too aggressive in your travels, I hope."
"I think most should be aware of the temperatures of the southern hemisphere," he said with a raised brow. "If not by common sense then by stories being told by their parents when they were young, but that's just me" he shrugged. "I'll have to agree with that, though I fear the Stark siblings are starting to not look so great"
Daemon nodded his head, agreeing with the other. "I don't think that it's about them not being aware, I think it's more the fact that they don't really care about it. And they probably don't plan to come here ever again, unless forced to." He chuckled slightly. "Well, they are known for being a bit stubborn but I lucky for them, we are only staying ten days for the festivities."
"thank you very kindly for your warm compliments of my home and of my name." a tint of a blush as she took upon the knights hand, "tell me, dear knight, have you ever seen a desert night through the views of intimate spaces?"
"No need to thank me, I'm only being honest." She told her with a smile. Astrid titled her head to the side, studying her as she spoke and held her hand. "I cannot say that I have." She said, looking around for a moment to make sure no one was paying attention to them. "Are you offering it show me?"
"I'm too loyal to my men that I couldn't just leave them behind," he said, knowing they were probably like lost pups without him yet again but they'd be fine - they had the commander and he could only hope his commander knew what he was doing. "I can imagine," he chuckled, "I'm sure you're a force to be reckoned with when faced as an opponent"
"I can understand and respect that. I've always been more of a lone wolf, this is the first time I'm apart of something." Astrid explained to him. She never really had a partner that would spar with her, she always did it with whatever soldiers she could find in the training grounds. She never had a traveling partner, always moved around on her own. She preferred it that way. "Maybe one day we'll get to spar with one another, I would love to see what you have to offer."
Open to Anyone!
It was good to get away from King's Landing for a bit. Duncan didn't mind the capital, he had gotten used to living there by now, but a change of scenery was welcomed. The heat was worse than what the books described, but Duncan didn't complain, he had never been one to complain. Duncan explored the palace for a few hours after his arrival, mostly because he liked to be familiar with the place he was going to be staying for the next few days.
Duncan moved with ease, slipping through the crowd of people as they explored the market, looking through all the different bazaars and what the merchants had to offer. Duncan didn't pay much attention to it, choosing to continue his walk towards the palace, where he would hopefully find a moment of peace. He entered through the big entrance, walking across the courtyard towards the main building, too focused on his walk to really pay attention to his surroundings or anyone around him.
HARK! I believe the heralds are announcing the arrival of DUNCAN BARATHEON, the 18 year old, LORD HEIR of STORM'S END. They are known to hold loyalty towards THEMSELVES and little birds sing of them being INTELLIGENT & LOGICAL. When one dreams of them, images of the sound of the angry sea crashing against the hard rocks in shore, a quiet figure wondering when he can go home, a friendly mask covering the truth face of anger and resentment comes to mind. However their QUIET and RESENTFUL nature can make for difficult times. Time will only tell what their true intentions are.
"i do concur." he answered. he could only muster up another laugh as he watched the prince. "i think many who are here are already taking notes of the all things they like to apply back to their keeps." rolland said as he walked a little more before turning back to him. "i heard one of the maidens say they only been around recently, the water gardens. used as a retreat for their own."
Daemon chuckled. "Oh I have no doubt that my mother will be doing the same thing. Already making a list of the flowers she'll want to have back in her own garden at the Red Keep." He nodded his head. "Yes, the water gardens are a retreat for the Martells, but they seemed to be gracious enough to open it to their guests." He said with a smile. "It's certainly something that should be admired by everyone."
