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event closed starter for @sepulchcrs

"have you ever seen one this close? my mother has a dragon but i only ever saw him in flight."

#by close she does mean like a block away #( nasrin. )#( nasrin | threads )#( nasrin | darya )#( event | the claiming )

“ a phrase true in life and all games i suppose, ” for how each movement made by the essosan visitors required calculation, for fear one might make a misstep with disastrous consequences. “ but tell me, my lord. what does one gain by winning this game. ”

gracvlvss

"that is true, your highness." he remarked. ciaran was facing that right now, though he all too often couldn't see anything for his hurt. "practice mostly. it is considered a game of strategy and intelligence. the more you play, the more you win. there are some players who are considered unbeatable."

#flashing tw #( ciaran | catraena )#( ciaran. )#( ciaran | threads )

closed starter for @oftroje - rhaeys

"your highness, it has been too long." a courtesy; perfect, sharp angles. "how are you? looking forward to the wedding, i'm sure. it is going to be a lovely celebration." her tone, while sounding pleased, wasn't overly sweet.

#( aurelia. )#( aurelia | threads )#( aurelia | rhaeys )

closed starter for @divinitics - saeleya

"there's a certain compulsion in the observation, isn't there?" they sat in the garden, various pairs of could-be-lovers strolled around them. all caught in the ever stressful cycle of courtship. "all so young. i do not envy them."

#i feel like they would vibe #( aurelia | threads )#( aurelia | saeleya )#( aurelia. )

twitchywitchys

❝it would appear so,❞ cackled lady velaryon as she peered out of the doorway, searching for lady broom with piercing eyes of aquamarine hue. the prankster vibrating with glee as another one of her pranks went off without a hitch. ❝of you? of course not.❞ araceli added, hands on her hips as she returned to nasrin's side. ❝perks of your supposed innocence.❞

gracvlvss

nasrin started to dissolve into giggles, hand over her mouth demurely. it was a silly gesture really. there was no one here to demure to. "mine? that's because she doesn't know how many maids i chased off from nightsong. accidently, i assure you." she smoothed her skirts and then started giggling again. "we should do it again, don't you think?" it certainly made the red keep interesting.

#( nasrin | araceli )#( nasrin | threads )#( nasrin. )

sunlaid

the sun of sunspear was radiant , and it had gifted the lady martell its warmth . an ear always eager to listen , a shoulder ready for tears ⸻ it had painted her as a saint . a sailor does not travel the world simply for pretty things . it had given the lady a sharp eye for detail , a good judge of character . she was smart , much more than those who had only heard of her could imagine . ❛ it would have been rude to refuse such a gracious invitation , lady nasrin . ❜ esila mused , ringed fingers playing with the cup’s handle . ❛ it is unique , i must admit . nothing one would find in dorne . ❜

gracvlvss

it was the way people said thing that always stuck with her. syntax, people's frequent betrayer. the lady did not thank her for the kind offer but stated that it would be ill-manned to refuse. not necessarily a friendly start. well, she hadn't told daenaera that it would be easy. "isn't it just? the business of large cities has always fascinated me. sunspear must be busy as well. people coming and going. do you ever get a chance to explore? my siblings so rarely lets me out of the keep in nightsong."

#( nasrin | threads )#( nasrin | esila )#( nasrin. )

heavensecnt-a

her brother? what business does he have with her brother? the seal is indeed the rogare house seal. she smiles in response — warm, yet cautious. " do you have a place in mind? "

gracvlvss

"perhaps over tea? i am having some served in one of the drawing rooms downstairs." he held out the letter to her, that would at least prove her brother actually sent him. "if you would join me."

#( ciaran | threads )#( ciaran. )#( ciaran | daria )

steelfyre-a

the north's isolation let him avoid the politics of the south more often than not but occasional travels had taught him well. he nodded slowly before glancing over at the royce. ❝ i missed the northern air the moment i traveled past the trident. ❞ muscles relaxed as the topic shifted ever so slightly. yet it wasn't only the heat of the air that left him uneasy. fire burned hotter than the sun. ❝ hopefully, we will all be free to return home before the worst days of summer are upon us. ❞

gracvlvss

that made ciaran huff out a laugh. "i start thinking of reasons to turn back south of maidenpool." he was exaggerating; he hadn't felt like that since he was a child on his first trip down to king's landing. "hopefully," he echoed. "weddings, i understand, are lengthy affairs. we haven't had occasion for one in runestone yet." he tried not to sound bitter about that. "what of your own, my lord? how long did your wedding last?"

#( ciaran | threads )#( ciaran | theon )#( ciaran. )

gcdschosen

The mere idea of being so far from home was unsettling enough . Nehir had been on edge from the moment she came down from the Martell ship and set foot on King's Landing . She had enough to deal with already , and she did not need to worry about having people following her steps . ❝ You should have spoken from the moment you noticed it fallen , then , ❞ Nehir said as she turned to fully face the lady . What a meek little thing she seemed to be . ❝ Were I any other you could have found yourself in danger once you were noticed , my lady . ❞ She extended her hand as she gave a rehearsed smile , one that was pleasant enough but did not quite reach her eyes . The Princess's Smile , her father liked to call it . Good for diplomacy but never so much as to indicate genuinity . ❝ Thankfully I am who I am and I pose no danger . Now , if I may have what is mine . ❞

gracvlvss

well, that was true enough. she didn't have long to think. nasrin tilted her head, as if to consider this. her seeming lack of understanding had always done her well. "yes, i should have." best to admit fault than get tangled in more lies. liars always lie. honesty often throws people off guard. "perhaps, your highness. so i will thank you for being as you are." nasrin worried at linen for another moment, she hadn't won the princess over. she took a few steps forward so she was in reach, her grip on the cloth was light so it could be taken out of her hand with ease. "the embroidery is gorgeous. may i ask who stitched it?"

#( nasrin | threads )#( nasrin | nehir )#( nasrin. )

steelfyre-a

caution had been learned by the wounds left by a blade he'd thought was meant to protect them, but displaying that too openly was equally dangerous, particularly in the dragon's domain. a hint of a smile appeared upon his visage. a conversation with the lady aurelia never dull. ❝ the law can and has been interpreted in many ways, ❞ he reasoned. ❝ if one need only read the words then my position would also not be required. ❞

gracvlvss

she caught the impression of a smile and that was success enough with lord trystane. he was guarded, she could pinpoint why exactly but it was just as well. aurelia didn't need intimacy in her relationships, she didn't even need trust. just mutually agreed upon outcomes. the good of westeros was enough. "of couse, I wouldn't claim to be educated in these things. i defer to you." she cocked her head and then shook it, smiling in a small way that said she knew was demanding indulgence and would continue to on principle. "my cousin has his own legal expert, i am sure. i suspect your honest advice would be for him to consult them."

#( aurelia | threads )#( aurelia. )#( aurelia | trystane )

oftroje

heir to the throne eyes his foe, once - years ago, they were friends and somehow that changed. rhaeys never managed to figure out why, what was the reason that nothing was ever the same again. byzantium hues close, breathing steady as he tries to focus on the sound of ciaran, with a sneer on his lips. no confirmation, only assumption, but prince would hate if any of his close friends went near his siblings like he did with his. " some ladies of court find it charming - my brooding self, ask your sister. "

gracvlvss

it was sudden, the way the hallway seemed bathed in red. like a violent sunset, an open wound in the horizon. they had been friends once. the best of friends and ciaran felt like the one with an open wound. he growled, a cornered and raw, and took a step forward. "you will not speak of her. did you think you could ask without consequence?" another step, hand flexing. "you are not as untouchable as you think."

#( ciaran | threads )#blood tw #we're ignoring the blood but also vibes ya know?#( ciaran | rhaeys )#( ciaran. )

vi0light

warm spring rays illuminated an acknowledging smile and upon a tilted head flaxen tresses capture the sun , the shimmer of gold distinguishing vaella from the royal branch of the dynasty . ❛ ah , a tip for you then . ❜ the lady steps closer , voice lowered in conspiratorial intimacy . ❛ look but never show interest , if something captures your eye send one of your ladies to procure it . ❜ a gesture , no more than a flick of her wrist , sends one woman towards the vendor . an exchange of coin procuring the aforementioned silk . ❛ if you are seen to purchase things , you will be swarmed . ❜ a decade in white harbor had acclimatised vaella to the ways of hostile traders . ❛ now , you will find the silk in your rooms upon our return , a gift from me . ❜

gracvlvss

"i will keep that in mind. in kingsgrave, we have merchants come to the keep. they expect a purchase." she watched with seeming disinterest as one of the vaella's ladies broke off from the entourage. it was gratifying to receive a gift from a targaryen, sometime tangible to hold on to. it allowed aurelia to swallow the part of her that wanted to protest. however, it meant she would owe the lady back, which was annoying. "you are too kind," she smiled, cheeks dimpling and nose scrunching in the way her father always enjoyed. it masked the way the smile didn't quite make it to her eyes. "i shall have to have a dress with the wedding made. which will surely prompt a letter asking why i needed a fourth dress for the occasion."

#( aurelia | threads )#( aurelia. )#( aurelia | vaella )

steelfyre-a

dark eyes narrowed slightly. the wariness the south enhanced within the wolf made him contemplate ignoring the statement spoken in such a public place, no matter that none appeared to be around. the walls had ears. one could never know when they were being listened to. theon continued staring outside. ❝ i understand, ❞ he uttered quietly. ❝ there's something . . . unsettling about the south. ❞

gracvlvss

ciaran was aware he was too new to this realm, to the dangers of politics. the vale was safe, he could yearn all he wanted for more power but he was unlikely to get smacked down by anyone but the lady arryn. here... he was right to be unease. "perhaps it is the heat," he replied, cracking a smile, "it leaves one on edge." he glanced up at theon and used it to glance behind them. he didn't mention dragon fire, though it rung in his head. "it will only get worse as we move into summer."

#( ciaran | theon )#( ciaran | threads )#( ciaran. )

started for @divinatio

she sat there, pretty as a picture and looking to have about half the depth. "i'm so glad you could join me. i so rarely get to come to king's landing and it's so exciting to be here with so many of the nobility." dainty fingers picked up her tea cup, it hovered in anticipation at her lips. "how are you finding the city?"

#( nasrin | esila )#( nasrin | threads )#( nasrin. )#*pleading face* starter for you #pls lmk if you'd like something else

divinitics

a pale silver eyebrow raised, ever so slightly, as the princess regarded her cousin with a curious lilac gaze. " you are close neighbours, but are you in each other's acquaintance? " perhaps her cousin might prove more useful than she originally thought, from all the way further south. " take the princesses out to tea, perhaps the younger first, instead of the elder. and inquire what they think about their eldest brother. i have seen neither hide or hair of him here yet. " it was disappointing, for daenaera wanted very much to pick formidable allies in the south — and the martells were so difficult to figure out.

gracvlvss

"not mine but we have much contact with dornish houses. the martells seem very popular there." she didn't say that the targaryens did not seem popular. she suspected that daenaera was aware of that. "the princesses to tea," nasrin echoed with a nod, like she was committing it to memory. she smiled a little, sweet as candy. "it will be nice. perhaps if their brother has not arrived, we can be welcoming enough to entice him up."

#( nasrin | daenaera )#( nasrin | threads )#( narsin. )

derangedrhythms

Adrienne Rich, Fox: Poems 1998-2000; from ‘If Your Name Is on the List’ (edited excerpt)

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