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#g0dswood » independent, private & low activity asoiaf multi-muse by luna ( any prns / 25+ / CET )
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@altarcup » ser duncan
“ my apologies, ser, but i'm no squire. ”
he may be dressed as one, holding the reins of another knight's horses as if he were one, and look about a foot shorter than even the most average knight, but a squire the second son of dorne is not.
uncomfortably, quentyn martell shuffles from one foot to the other. gerris drinkwater, the knight he travels with, is tall, but even he would look like a boy next to this man. perhaps he would have been wiser not to reject his request; quentyn would not wager on a favorable outcome were the hedgeknight to contest him. blame the long road's travel, or the chip in his pride for having to pretend to serve his friend, perhaps, but a man of a lesser house nonetheless. his mouth, usually so tightly guarded, ran well ahead of him this time.
should he turn back before it's too late? or dive head-first into the maw of potential danger? should a knight not prove himself?
“ i am ser quentyn martell. pardon my attire, as i travel without entourage my uncle found it wise for me to disguise myself on the road, ” he speaks much too quickly and unconfidently to sound convincing. “ we make for the tourney. as, i assume, do you? ”
HELAENA TARGARYEN, THE DREAMER
"The title is dreamer, isn't it? So you might assume that it's all happening when she's asleep. But I like to think of her more as a day dreamer." — Phia Saban
my interpretation of maelor exists entirely in an AU where the dance never happened. ambition never came between loyalty, and love, faith and duty kept the family together as one. rhaenyra became queen as she was supposed to, the dragons and children all survived, magic thrived throughout the seven kingdoms as more dragons were born. this means maelor grew up close with his younger cousins, he got to grow up and see his dragon hatch and grow. he got to experience love from his parents without the burden of legacy or the fear for his life. i think both aegon and helaena showed him care and love in very different and perhaps unconventional ways, but he wasn't overprotected nor treated as a backup heir. his natural curiosity was fostered, his father would bring him lots of Things he asked for and he and his mother would quietly enjoy each other's presence while reading or doing other activities. he would grow into a gentle but incredibly kind person, and complement the twins in social aspects and his cousins with his calmer temperament. he'd be well-loved by his aunt the queen and the courtiers, and travel often to back up his theoretical studies with lived experience
✱˚。⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by florence + the machine . adjust phrasing as necessary , will likely be updated in the future . )
it's always darkest before the dawn .
we will find new saints to be canonized .
holy water cannot help you now .
the horses are coming , so you'd better run .
i never felt so alive and so dead .
i'm damned if i do , i'm damned if i don't .
i've always been in love with you .
what has been done cannot be undone .
i don't care whether i live or die .
we will never be afraid again .
i feel nervous in a way that can't be named .
it was so far a fall , but it didn't hurt at all .
the saints can't help me now .
i want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness .
sooner or later , the things you love , you lose .
run fast for your mother , run fast for your father .
i like to think , at least , things can't get any worse .
i would give all this and heaven too .
i was in the darkness , so darkness i became .
all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling .
in order to get to the heart of things , sometimes you have to cut through .
i'll be dead before the day is done .
time after time , i think "oh lord , what's the use ?"
the heart is hard to translate , it has a language of its own .
it was all so strange and so surreal .
i'm not here looking for absolution .
now and then , it seems that life is just too much .
be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers .
if you could only see the beast you've made of me .
pretty little face stopped me in my tracks .
i'm aching to attack .
you want a revelation , some kind of resolution .
it's so easy to say it to a crowd , but it's so hard to say it to you aloud .
i don't want your heart , it leaves me cold .
i am no mother , i am no bride , i am king .
she's a cruel mistress , and a bargain must be made .
well , me and my ghosts had a hell of a time .
with all my education i can't seem to command my heart .
it's a conversation i just can't have tonight .
you left me in the dark . no dawn , no day .
jesus christ , it hurts .
a woman is a changeling , always shifting shape .
the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most .
i'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry .
i knew that somehow , i could find my way back .
a thousand armies couldn't keep me out .
i'm ready to suffer and i'm ready to hope .
you've got the love i need to see me through .
is this how it is ? is this how it's always been ?
you keep me up at night .
oh , tell me it's not over yet .
no walls can keep me protected .
i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death .
time goes quicker between the two of us .
would you leave me if i told you what i'd done ?
now , there's no holding back .
oh god , you're gonna get it .
you need your rotten heart and dazzling pain like diamond rings .
in the dark , i can hear your heartbeat .
i never knew my killer would be coming from within .
i was never as good as i always thought i was , but i knew how to dress it up .
don't forget me when i let the water take me .
this world is a beast of a burden .
you know i still like you the most .
what a thing to admit .
sometimes i think it's getting better , then it gets much worse .
i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it .
you are the space in my bed .
would you have it any other way ?
things go wrong , no matter what i do .
you make a fool of death with your beauty .
now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay .
they were there when i woke up this morning .
heaven help me , i need to make it right .
until i wrap myself inside your arms , i cannot rest .
when someone looks at me with real love , i don't like it very much .
would you leave me if i told you what i've become ?
i'm always running from something .
it's good to be alive , crying into cereal at midnight .
okay , but let's discuss this at the hospital .
i know everybody lets you down , and i'll do the same .
your heart is the only place i can call home .
i wish to remain nameless , and live without shame .
sometimes i feel like saying "lord , i just don't care" .
i would put my words into poetry for you if i knew how .
if they ever let me out , i'm really gonna let it out .
but know , in some way , i'm there with you .
i've been wandering the streets for days .
don't let them get you down , you're the best thing i've ever seen .
how could anything bad ever happen to you ?
you couldn't have it any other way .
it's the only way i can escape .
what a place to come from .
little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in .
run for your children , for your sisters and brothers .
you can't choose what stays and what fades away .
you'll be sorry that you messed with us .
call me when you need me .
although we stick together , it seems we're stranging each other .
this is as good a place to fall as any .
in your place there were a thousand other faces .
here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope .
lay me down , let the only sound be the overflow .
there's no salvation for me now .
i'd do anything to make you stay .
what's in a name ? i still remain the same .
i've been taking chances , i've been setting myself up for the fall .
tell me what you want me to say .
you are the silence in between what i thought and what i said .
i've been a fool , and i've been blind .
i never knew daylight could be so violent .
regrets collect like old friends , here to visit for your darkest moments .
so you packed your bags just to wait out the shitstorm ?
my doe , my dear , my darling ...
you're my head , you're my heart .
everyone lets you down in this brief hole of a town .
i'm not giving up , i'm just giving in .
i've been losing sleep , i've been keeping myself awake .
sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air .
the only solution was to stand and fight .
i don't know how it started , don't know how to stop it .
i'm done with my graceless heart .
i can never leave the past behind .
do they speak to you ? 'cause they speak to me too .
i thought that love was a kind of emptiness .
it's hard to dance with a devil on your back .
sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated .
every demon wants his pound of flesh .
tell me what all the sighing's about .
could you tell from the moment we met ?
i heard your voice as clear as day ... you told me i should concentrate .
all my girls have their lace and their crimes .
i like to keep some things to myself .
no one asks any questions here .
the feeling comes so fast and i can't control it .
you came over me like some holy rite .
i was screaming out a language i had no idea existed before .
i thought that love was on stage , giving yourself away to strangers .
leave all your love and your longing behind , you can't carry it with you if you want to survive .
i thought that love was in the drugs , but the more i took the more it took away .
i never wanted anything from you , except everything you had and what's left after that too .
i don't want your future , i don't need your past . one grand moment is all i ask .
three heads of the dragon but it's dany, quentyn and young griff <3
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Tyene pouted from the shade of an overgrown mango tree, ordered by her father and uncle to remain there until the lotion massaged into her skin set and her hair was properly bound up. Due to taking so much of her mother’s coloring she couldn’t enjoy the Dornish sun as easily as her cousins and sisters could. She was the fairest among them and while she never truly burned when she was young she got so sick from the sun her father thought she had been poisoned.
After that Tyene was watched carefully by all to ensure it never happened again.
Still it was annoying, if there were guests she’d be playing the role of the fair daughter with skin to delicate to be touched by the sun but there were no guests this day. It was a rare day for all of them to be at the Water Gardens but the fathers had business to discuss and it was easier to control the children if they were all in one group instead of being left to their own devices. From her spot she would see her older sisters talking amongst themselves about various plots and plans, while the younger ones ran around in the pools and shallows. Sarella wasn’t with them, off playing her own games far away but Tyene knew her sister was happy.
Quentyn finally came over, having torn himself from his conversations with a few knights and his uncle. “Finally joining my in my solitude cousin?” Tyene laughed, though there was a bitter edge to it. “I fear the servants won’t return with the length of fabric to keep my head from burning.” It was ridiculous, but she knew if she moved from the spot that her father would pick her up and put her back into the shade.
tyene makes him nervous. nearly all of his cousins do, save the little ones perhaps, but they all speak and act so surely it seems they must know secrets that quentyn will never be privy to. they are fierce, and loud, unafraid and unashamed, much like his uncle — but at least oberyn looks like a warrior, not like these snakes wrapped in silk garments. tyene, out of all of them, is perhaps the most intimidating. where obara is brusque and nymeria frank, he can never tell what goes on behind the fairest sand snake's smile. what is more, she looks to have grown entirely close with arianne, who seems to only have curt words and cool glances for him on this visit to the palace at sunspear and the water gardens.
quentyn knows about battle and history, governance and stewardship, but he knows nothing nothing nothing about the mind of women, even if they are his family. he awkwardly comes to stand next to tyene in the shade of the mango, after running out of contributions to the knights' conversation on warfare. he is only a squire, and he has seen no battle apart from tavern skirmishes and tourney melees. but next to his older cousin, he feels just as much like an inexperienced child. the last time they met must have been the last time he felt carefree around them, as a toddler playing with young girls in the pools, just like the younger sand snakes are playing with the smallfolk children now.
“ i could fetch you my scarf, if you want it, ” he answers sheepishly, even though a servant is already on his way and sure to return in only a moment. he clears his throat awkwardly. “ the shade is pleasant, though, isn't it? i mean, better than the sun. if there is a breeze, that is. i reckon it makes no difference otherwise. ”
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@g0dseye » starter call
the young prince is as much cut from the same wood as his mother than his cousin is from her own; where maelor is soft and malleable, visenya throws sparks like flint striking iron. this, though, does not mean that they do not get along. if one is air and the other is fire, they may still meet eye to eye on dragonback. maelor was given one of silverwing's eggs when he was a newborn in his cradle, and for five long years it remained unhatched, leading many to believe the boy was unfit to claim a dragon like almost all his relatives had. the she-dragon jadewing hatched only weeks after his fifth nameday, and they were bonded since. it is perhaps the reason why the pale green-and-gold dragon displays a temper much quieter than the other dragons in the pit, and, while distrustful with other humans, is gentle and obedient with her rider.
slender jadewing climbs the wind like a spiral staircase, but visenya still soars higher than them. “ slow down, ” maelor manages to gasp in high valyrian as his cousin breaks another layer of clouds on her dragon and is out of their field of vision, but his dragon he urges on with light pressure to her sides from his heels. the ocean below them has become a sheet of velvet, black and shrouded in mist. maelor closes his eyes and lets the dark grey clouds wash over him. on the other side, the sun has turned the world to gold.
@feminurge » starter call
the volantene inn is only sparsely filled on this evening, to quentyn's luck. his travels have paired him with many a colourful character, and thus one night without the noise and commotion will do him wonders. the free cities are nothing like home, and despite all their hospitality even taverns and guest-houses do not manage to give him much comfort; he grows more restless by the day. for weeks, quentyn and his companions have been looking for passage to meereen, and still no merchant ship will take them across the gulf of grief.
sullenly, he looks into the cup before him. he feels nothing like playing gerris drinkwater's servant tonight, and there are far too few witnesses to hold him to it. his companions have sought an early night, but quentyn is too morose to find any sleep quite yet. so captivated by his own misery is he that he only notices the young woman long after she's come in. when he does though, the ale he was so gloomily sipping is stuck in his throat, and he has to cough heavily to not choke on it. she looks as if from a dream — with pale skin and hair silver as stars. or is the light playing tricks on him? by now he is well into his cups, perhaps it is a trick of the mind instead. unwittingly, he has stood up, and when he comes to his senses he has half a mind to sink back down and into himself, but he thinks better of it. this is the first sign of success he has encountered on this mad trip. he'd be a fool to dismiss it.
“ excuse me, my lady, ” the tongue of volantis scratches at the back of his throat, but the foreignness lends him a measure of confidence. he steadies himself on her table; perhaps he has let the evening progress too far. “ you look to me as if from a distant past. i may be mistaken, but it seems that the blood of old valyria still walks among us in this day and age. pray tell, do you descend from the dragonlords of old? ”
@g0dseye rhaenyra: don't worry about it , it was worth it . » from the mick sentence starters
the girl's eyebrows knit together in worry when she sees her friend's bruise, but rhaenyra always manages to catch alicent's worry. she is a noble lady, and her father is hand to the king himself, but she can never walk these castle halls with the same swagger and unburdened confidence that her friend has. she is no crown princess, and no dragon rider; girls like alicent no matter their status are supposed to be happy with books and sewing needles and the company that is allowed to them. but even given the chance to do all that rhaenyra does, would alicent be brave enough to take it?
she smiles uneasily, but knows better than to berate rhaenyra. “ did you strike something, or were you struck? should i even ask? ”
quentyn nymeros martell » au verse: the dance of the dragons
nephew of prince qoren martell, about the age of the princess rhaenyra's brothers and eldest sons. same as in his main story, he has been fostered at yronwood for most of his life and feels like he needs to prove his martell name.
dorne has just suffered another loss against the targaryens in the form of failed support for the triarchy in the stepstones. qoren does not trust daemon targaryen, and has had fruitful trade with the triarchy controlling the narrow sea, so he backed them in the war.
dornish armies, of course, don't have a great track record against dragonfire, so he seeks a way to somehow get a hold of a dragon for himself. kinda paralleling quentyn's arc in adwd, his uncle sends him to king's landing and/or dragonstone to see if he can get a hold of an alliance, dragonrider or dragon egg. he either dies trying to pose as a dragonseed or under similar circumstances trying to bag a dragon and making stupid choices :P
@kirimvesrina » starter call
diplomacy between dorne and the seven kingdoms has always been a courteous but sparse affair, and prince qoren has not given his nephew much instruction on what to say as he sent him to dragonstone amidst the rumours growing around the king's poor health. with prince daemon's occupation of the stepstones, recent history has not proven dorne to withstand dragonfire more than in previous skirmishes, and so the envoy from sunspear is slowly staking out the threat brewing when the dragons are bound to clash.
the crown princess herself is preoccupied with her progressed pregnancy, and so quentyn finds himself chipping bits of information from other sources around the castle. today, he has found a young girl, one of rhaenyra's handmaidens, that one of his companions has identified as gyles yronwood's daughter. though she surely has never set foot in her father's homeland, quentyn hopes the dornish blood flowing through her could make her sympathetic.
“ my lady, ” quentyn adresses her, and so far manages not to stutter or trip over his words. “ it has been a while since the princess has adressed the court. is there any chance to see her before… ” he falters, flushes red and cannot find a way to finish his sentence. he really should have thought his words through before beginning to speak.
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@halfyearsqueen » starter call
the old king has invited a visitor into the small council chambers today, a test of patience perhaps to some of the council members as the pressing matters of governance are pushed into the background in favour of a lesson.
“ the council and i discuss all sorts of important issues in the kingdom, ” baelon explains to the girl on his lap, the king's first and, so far, only cherished grandchild. “ sometimes it is entertaining, and sometimes it is dull, but it is always important, for us and for the people of the realm. the council helps me rule, you see, they know plenty of things that are needed to make the wisest decisions. ”
he points down the table to a well-familiar face, “ do you know what your father does, for example? ”