As High As Honor

Lady Elisa Arryn of the Vale

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@crownstarter​ | open to all

It was a rare occurrence to see Lilith on the shoot range. Despite being confidence with a bow she preferred to shoot in private. The memories shooting brought to the front of her mind were memories she preferred to reminisce on in private. However, after the events of the evening before Lilith needed to blow off steam and archery was the only thing she knew would calm her down.

Lilith nocked her arrow, drawing the bow back slowly before releasing. She sighed a little as the arrow hit the target left of the centre. She was without practice and her strength wasn’t what it use to be. It didn’t matter though, she wasn’t interested in perfect hits, she was interested in hitting the target repeatedly.  She reached for another arrow from the quiver on her hip, her eye catching someone watching her, not quite making out who they were from where she was standing.  Her love of archery was no secret so she didn’t mind the onlooker. Lilith nocked another arrow, this time shooting it without looking away from the person. The arrow hit the target on the outer ring, not the best shot by any means but it hit. “It seems I need more practice.” Lilith commented with a shrug as the she heard the person approach her, focusing her attention on the bow in her hand rather than the person, it wasn’t any where near as good as her own bow but it would serve it’s purpose “It seems I will have plenty of time to with the city in lockdown”

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Elisa watched her mother quietly, unwilling to disturb her. It was a formidable sight, her mother with a bow and arrow, and for a moment she counted herself lucky that she would never be among Lilith Arryn’s enemies. She may not hit the target dead on every time, but her strength could not be denied. Elisa herself had always had trouble with her mother’s favored weapon, much to her chagrin. She supposed she didn’t have the patience for it, to line up the shot perfectly and wait for the right moment to let the arrow fly. She much preferred the sword, though her impatience could prove tricky there, as well. 

Finally, after a few more moments of watching, she made her way towards the older woman. “More practice you may need, but I like to think the sight of you with that weapon is enough to make our enemies think twice before crossing us,” she said, only half-jesting. It would do them good to remind the Tyrell’s that they were formidable warriors, as well as noble Houses. “That may be something we need in these troubled times.” She reached out a hand for the bow. “May I?” She may not be very good, but practice in anything was always worthwhile. “How are you, Mother? What are you thinking about all this?” She longed for her mother to provide her with the answers, seeing as she seemed unable to come up with any. 

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closed starter for @crownsglory​ ( melina )

Elisa was starting to wonder if she’d ever been so sick of anything in her life as she was sick of flowers. The gardens had been beautiful and novel when first they’d come to HIghgarden, but now that they’d overstayed their welcome, she was beginning to feel the sharp pang of homesickness. She longed for the Eyrie, and would have settled even for a stay in the Sky Cells if it meant she could go home. She missed the falcons, and the sound of Alyssa's Tears. She missed her home. 

Coming upon a smaller garden with a fountain in the center, she was surprised to see Princess Melina, though she supposed she shouldn’t be. It was the other woman’s home, after all, and she was simply a very reluctant guest. Making a small curtesy in the princess's direction,  she spoke. “Forgive me, Your Highness, I didn’t mean to intrude. I can leave, if you’re not up for the company.” She almost prayed that the other woman would ask her to go, so she could avoid the inevitable awkward dancing around the topic of the day, but part of her also longed for companionship that wasn’t her family’s. 

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closed starter for @theyrule​ ( Isolde )

Elisa was so lost in her tumultuous thoughts, mulling over the revelations about the raids and the accusations against her House, that she didn’t pay nearly enough attention to where she was going, and when turning a corner almost smacked right into another woman coming the opposite direction. Elisa reached out to steady her so that she didn’t fall, a sheepish look falling over her face. She wasn’t apologetic by nature, but that had been truly careless of her, and she did feel guilty about nearly knocking an innocent bystander down. 

“I’m so sorry,” she said earnestly, and inspected the other woman for damage. “Are you alright? I should’ve been more careful; I suppose I just have too much on my mind today, and well...” she trailed off. She was sure everyone’s minds were more occupied than usual today. Running her eyes over the other’s face, she asked, “It’s Lady Isolde, isn’t it? A pleasure to meet you, though I’m sorry it took me nearly running you over for us to be introduced. I’m Lady Elisa of House Arryn.”

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closed starter for @wcsterlands​ ( symona )

Elisa had given up on convincing one of her guards to spar with her and was instead practicing her stance and drills on her own, hidden from prying eyes by a copse of trees in one of the more secluded gardens. She could feel the strain in her muscles and the sweat pouring down her back, and she reveled in it. All the energy and agitation that had been building up inside of her finally had an outlet, and she was grateful. She didn’t know what she’d do if she had to play the part of the gracious lady any longer. 

The sound of a twig snapping had her head shooting up, and her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Lady Symona Marbarnd, one of Princess Joanna’s ladies-in-waiting. She let her sword arm fall, debating dropping it before deciding that wouldn’t help her case very much. “Er, would you believe me if I told you this isn’t what it looks like?” Normally she wouldn’t mind having an audience, but they were all on strict orders to be on their best behavior for the time being, and playing with swords wasn’t the sort of thing proper ladies were meant to do. 

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closed starter for @crownds​ ( jasper )

She spots him almost immediately after beginning her search, one of the few other people besides herself out this early in the morning. “Lord Forrester!” she calls, demanding his attention. When he turns to look at her, she raises an eyebrow in challenge. “You look like you could do with hitting something hard with a sword right now, as well. So what do you say? Shall we find somewhere to spar? I have to warn you, I’m in a frightfully bad mood today, even for me,” she said darkly, knowing he probably felt the same way. “But then again, your House is being dragged through the mud as much as mine, so perhaps it is I who should be careful of you.”

She puts on a good front, but privately she’s truly hoping he doesn’t refuse her. She’s full of restless energy, and nothing has ever made that feeling go away like a good round of excercise, especially with a blade in her hand. She’s far from an expert swordswoman; this she knows, but she’s certain she can get there if she practices. She can do very little at the moment to protect her family, but she can do at least this much to gain back a little bit of power. 

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closed starter for @roarsoul

Elisa was starting to sweat, and not just from the heat. The stress of the news and the accusations flying around had tension coiled in her neck and shoulders and an agitation resting under her skin. She strolled through the gardens, not really paying attention to where she was going until she was nearly on top of someone. Recognizing the Lady of Casterly Rock, she forced a smile. “Forgive me, Lady Lyanna,” she said, stepping back to give the other woman some space. “I wasn’t watching where I was going and nearly didn’t notice you.”

She didn’t entirely trust Lannister’s as a rule. She wasn’t quite as bad as her cousin Meda, but there was simply too much history there for her to ever be fully comfortable with them. Still, she knew she had to be careful not to insult anyone unnecessarily.  They were perched on a dangerous enough precipice as it was. Besides, it couldn’t hurt to try and make friends or even gather information under the circumstances. “Would you care to walk with me? I could use a little lively conversation as a distraction, under the circumstances.”

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closed starter for @innervisicns​ ( roselia )

Elisa was grateful for the knock at her chamber doors, as it pulled her out of the ugly, ungenerous thoughts stewing in her head about their Southern hosts. She had the rather violent urge to hit something, but there was nothing in the room that wouldn’t do more damage to her than it, so she was reduced to scowling darkly out the window. When she opened the doors to see her sister, she quickly swept the other woman into a hug. “Thank the gods you’re here!” she said, pulling away with a dramatic sigh. “I’ve been dying of boredom cooped up in here, and I’ve had far too much time to think. And when I think, I start to get ideas, and that never works out well for anyone.”

She pulled Rose over to a table by the window and motioned for her to sit. “How are you?” she asked, tilting her head in concern. Elisa was worried enough on her own, but Rose was the regent of Runestone, and she had young children to think about as well. “Have you spoken to Mother? None of this makes any sense. I don’t understand why our banners were there, but there has to be some explanation.” She groaned and rubber her temples. “We’ll have a hard time convincing the Tyrell’s of it, though.”

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closed starter for @murdcrs​

As outraged as Elisa was over the whole situation, she did manage to brighten when presented with a friendly face. “Lady Lilach!” she called as she saw the other woman seated on a bench in a courtyard. She quickly made her way over to her, not bothering to wait for an invitation before taking a seat next to her and sighing in relief. “It’s wonderful to get out of this heat,” she said, enjoying the shade that the tree above the bench provided. “I thought I’d be free of it soon, but it looks like I’m going to have to suffer through it for the time being.” Her tone was dark as she was reminded of the situation that they found themselves in, but she quickly shook herself out of it. 

“Enough about that unpleasantness,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand, though it was still weighing heavily on her mind. “Let’s move onto other unpleasantness: your betrothal. What are you thinking? I could challenge him to a duel, of course, but that might be too public for your taste. I could always poison his wine, if you prefer something more subtle. I’ve already made the same offer to my cousin Roslin.” She tried to shrug nonchalantly. “If we’re going to war, we might as well do it thoroughly, I think.” 

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open starter @crownstarter​

Elisa clenches her fists as she stalks through the grounds of HIghgarden, barely resisting the urge to hit something. Or someone. There are plenty of Tyrell guards who look suitable for the task. She’d been warned by certain members of her family to control her temper, that they were in a delicate situation and her losing it wouldn’t help matters. But there’s a wave roaring in her ears. The idea that the Stark’s or the Arryn’s would be involved in such a ruthless and brutal assault without cause or warning is absurd. Honor is in the Arryn’s godsdamn words, for pity’s sake! And yet here they’re being kept like little more than glorified prisoners, accused of a heinous crime they did not commit. 

She’s so caught up in her fury that she doesn’t notice the person approaching from the other direction until they’re colliding. She manages to pull back at the last minute, avoiding most of the damage, but it’s still a rudeness that she’ll have apologize for, even if she’s far from in the mood. “Forgive me,” she gets out through gritted teeth. “I was...lost in thought and not paying attention.” She finally looks up to see who she’s nearly run over, wondering if it’s one of the Southerner’s who have been slandering her family’s name, and if she’ll have to retract her apology. 

[highflyinghonor]

"what we dont know is usually what gets us killed."

Elisa couldn't herself, really, when she quipped with a cheeky grin, "It's fortunate for me, then, that I happen to know everything." Taking a minute to really think about the other person's words, she sobered minutely. She'd never given much thought to her own death, if she was honest. She'd always been a healthy, robust child, not often prone to the many diseases that inflicted children her age. Not only that, but she was rarely allowed to do anything that had the potential to lead her to an early grave. Her male relatives were far too careful, even in play-sparring sessions, to do anything that would let real harm befall her. She knew there was always a chance that she could fall ill with some horrible malady, but all evidence pointed towards her living a full, healthy life. Now that she thought about it, though, she wondered if the measures taken to stifle her more adventurous impulses, rather than keeping her safe, were actually putting her in more danger. She'd joked with Robb and Roslin about sparring and poison, but did she really have the means to keep the people she loved and herself safe? She wasn't so sure. "You must tell me then, where you believe my education is lacking. Perhaps there are things you'd even be willing to teach me? I know you studied at the citadel" She was far too free-spirited to ever make a good maester, but that didn't mean there were things she couldn't learn.

[leememes]

GAME   OF   THRONES   /   THE   WOLF   AND   THE   LION  .

“   sometimes ,   i   worry   you’re   too   smart   for   your   own   good  .   ” “   anyone   with   a   few   coppers   in   his   pocket   can   own   you   for   the   night  .   ” “   i   don’t   want   to   pay   for   it  .   ” “   come   on  .   i’m   not   going   to   hurt   you  .   ” “   some   doors   close   forever  .   others   open   in   the   most   unexpected   places  .   ” “   if   the   wrong   ears   heard   what   i’m   about   to   tell   you ,   off   comes   my   head  .   ” “   there   are   things   you   must   know  .   ” “   i   didn’t   trust   you  .   ” “   so   why   do   you   trust   me   now  ?   ”    the   wolf   and   the   lion   shall   be   at   each   other’s   throats  .   ” “   you   know   how   those   savages   are  …   ” “   you   do   move   quietly  .   ” “   you   look   a   bit   lonely   today  .   ” “   i   think   you’re   mistaking   business   with   pleasure  .   ” “   all   those   little   birds   that   whisper   in   your   ear    ——    such   pretty   little   things  .   ” “   all   desires   are   valid   for   the   man   with   the   full   purse  .   ” “   but   enough   about   me ;   how   have   you   been   since   we   last   saw   each   other  ?   ” “   we’re   friends ,   aren’t   we  ?   i’d   like   to   think   that   we   are  .   ” “   off   with   you  .   no   begging  .   ” “   i’m   not   a   beggar ,   i   live   here  .   ” “   d’you   want   a   smack   on   your   ear   to   help   you   with   your   hearing  ?   ” “   you   want   your   father  ?   he’s   lying   on   the   floor   of   some   tavern ,   getting   pissed   on   by   his   friends  .   ” “   if   you   lay   a   hand   on   me ,   my   father   shall   have   your   head   on   a   spike  .   ” “   you   promised   me   this   would   stop  !   ” “   they   said   they   were   going   to   kill   you  .   ” “   what   were   you   doing   in   the   dungeons  ?!   ” “   i’m   a   girl  !   ” “   there   was   no   time   to   send   word  .   ” “   you   are   my   prisoner  .   ” “   i   rather   like   you  .   ” “   you’re   speaking   of   murdering   a   child  !   ” “   i   warned   you   this   would   happen ,   but   you   didn’t   care   to   hear  .   ” “   i   want   them   dead  .   ” “   you   will   dishonour   yourself   forever   if   you   do   this  .   ” “   do   you   think   that   it’s   honour   keeping   the   peace  ?   no  .   it   is   fear ,   fear   and   blood  .   ” “   i’ll   have   no   part   in   it  .   ” “   out  .   out ,   damn   you ,   i’m   done   with   you  !   ” “   I’LL   HAVE   YOUR   HEAD   ON   A   SPIKE  !   ” “   it’s   just   blood  .   we’ve   all   got   it   in   us  .   now ,   look   at   it  .   ” “   where   is   it   written   that   power   is   the   sole   province   of   the   worst  ?   ” “   are   thrones   only   made   for   the   hated   and   the   feared  ?   ” “   you   would   be   a   wonderful   king  .   ” “   i’m   glad   i   could   do   something   to   make   you   happy  .   ” “   don’t   you   get   tired  ?   ” “   how   long   can   hate   hold   a   thing   together  ?   ” “   you   want   to   know   the   horrible   truth  ?   ” “   i   felt   something   for   you   once ,   you   know  .   ” “   i’m   overcome   with   fatherly   love  .   ” “   get   back   inside  .   where   it’s   safe  .   ”

[toadmemes]

* GAME OF THRONES (2011-2019) PROMPTS ,

everybody dies sooner or later. don’t worry about your death.

hard truths cut both ways.

everything’s better with some wine in the belly.

you never love anything in the world the way you love your first child.

someday, if you’re lucky, you will wake up and realize you are old.

it’s better to be cruel than weak.

nothing fucks you harder than time.

money buys a man’s silence for a time, a bolt in the heart buys it forever.

take charge of your life for as long as it lasts.

if you only trust the people you grew up with, you won’t make many allies.

nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit than the prospect of imminent death.

sometimes nothing is the hardest thing to do.

you were the brother I chose.

the people are hungry for more than just food, they crave distractions.

never forget what you are. the rest of the world will not. wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.

today is not the day i die.

nothing isn’t better or worse than anything. nothing is just nothing.

only death may pay for life.

trying to have me killed is an odd way of saying thank you.

no one walks away from me.

an unhappy wife is a wine merchant’s best friend.

i've never slept with a knight before.

everyone who isn’t us is an enemy.

trouble is the perfect time for training.

i think mothers and fathers made up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.

we mothers do what we can to keep our sons from the grave.

even the bravest men fear death.

far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons. doesn’t seem right.

men never crave what they already have.

if they don’t know who you are or what you want, they can’t know what you plan to do next.

you’re not a monster, i know this.

if you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.

marriage changes people.

sometimes severity is the price we pay for greatness.

death is so boring, especially now, with so much excitement in the world.

what do we do to those who’ve hurt the ones we love?

death by fire is the purest death.

the next time you fail me will be the last time you fail me.

the more people you love, the weaker you are: you’ll do things for them that you know you shouldn’t do.

i will not become a page in someone else’s history book.

look around you, we’re all liars here.

it doesn’t matter what we want, once we get it, then we want something else.

remember what you are and what you are not.

it’s the family name that lives on. that’s all that lives on. not your personal glory, not your honour, but family.

what we don’t know is usually what gets us killed.

there are always lessons in failures.

what is dead may never die.

it’s hard to put a leash on a dog once you’ve put a crown on its head.

a lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinions of the sheep.

it’s not easy being drunk all the time. everyone would do it, if it were easy.

always keep your foes confused.

loyal service means telling hard truths.

we all do our duty when there’s no cost to it. honour comes easy then.

a man who fights for gold can’t afford to lose to a girl.

the gods have no mercy, that’s why they’re gods.

the world is built by killers.

sometimes it is better to answer injustice with mercy.

most of us live and die in the same corner where we were born and never get to see any of it.

tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon.

a man without friends is a man without power.

what sort of monster would do such a thing? As if men need more reasons to fear marriage.

a wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn’t.

an apology doesn’t mean anything if you’re not looking the person in the eye.

i believe in second chances, i don’t believe in third chances.

dead rats don’t squeak.

it’s not an easy thing admitting to yourself what you really are.

you’re just a soldier, aren’t you? you take your orders and you carry on.

we don’t get to choose who we love.

nothing’s more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.

there’s so much good in all of us, the best we can do is to help each other bring it out.

it takes courage to admit fear.

next time i have an idea like that, punch me in the face.

only a fool makes threats he’s not prepared to carry out.

wars teach people to obey the sword, not the gods.

so many men, they risk so little. they spend their lives avoiding danger and then they die.

what good is power if you cannot protect the ones you love?

there are no men like me. only me.

no one can protect me, no one can protect anyone.

perhaps we’ve grown so used to horror we assume there’s no other way.

no one can survive in this world without help. no one.

of all the ways I’d kill you, poison would be the last.

we all fail sometimes.

a day will come when you think you’re safe and happy, and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth; and you will know the debt is paid.

a good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad the good.

a man with no motive is a man no one suspects.

show too much kindness, people won’t fear you; if they don’t fear you, they don’t follow you.

it is beautiful beneath the sea, but if you stay too long, you’ll drown.

the gods love to reward a fool.

if you want to build a better home, first you must demolish the old one.

i don’t want to be most of us.

they can live in my new world or they can die in their old one.

some day i’m going to put a sword through your eye and out the back of your skull.

if I’m going to die, let it happen while there is still some of me left.

[highflyinghonor]

rcgals​:

            ❝     you  flatter  me  ,  cousin    ❞  warm  embrace  is  met  with  such  avidity  ,  welcoming  elisa  with  arms  wide  open  as  features  GLOW  with  the  trace  of  true  jubilation  .  oh  ,  how  pleased  she  was  to  see  the  girl  ,  the  arryn’s  visits  to  winterfell  being  those  she  truly  anticipates  with  such  excitement  .  and  now  ,  in  unfamiliar  surroundings  filled  with  strangers  &  enemies  ,  roslin  couldn’t  appreciate  elisa’s  presence  more  .   ❝     it  has  been  too  long  ,  truly  .  but  i’m  well  .  how  are  you  ?    ❞  

there  were  no  feigned  pleasantries  ,  nor  idle  and  dry  chatter  .  finally  ,  roslin  was  engaged in  a  conversation  she  knew  she  could  enjoy  ,  evident  in  bright  eyes  and  a  beaming  smile  which  only  faltered  at  the  mention  of  her  betrothal  with  a  long  ,  albeit  playful  ,  roll  of  hues  .   ❝     i  suppose  i  should  say  thank  you  .  and  though  i  can’t  say  i’m  entirely  pleased  i  simply  can’t  condone  murder  ,  elisa   ❞  she  responds ,  her  tone  light  &  teasing  .   ❝     though  …  i  must  say  ,  he’s  not  ALL  bad  ,  contrary  to  initial  belief  .  and  he  is  rather  nice  to  look  at     ❞  a  short  chuckle  escapes  …  a  positive  sign  ,  if  anything  ,  that  she  was  now  at  least  able  to  make  humour  of  her  situation  .   ❝     and  you  ?  is  my  aunt  yet  to  find  you  a  fitting  match  ?     ❞

Elisa was immensely grateful to see Roslin’s obvious joy at seeing her, as well as the unhindered way her cousin returned her embrace. It truly had been too long since they’d last seen each other, and each time they parted, Elisa always worried that she had overestimated her family’s affection, that they wouldn’t be as warm when they met again as she remembered. She was relieved to see that this was not the case. “Me? Oh, I’m well enough, though I’m starting to melt in all this heat. I imagine you must find it even more uncomfortable than I do.”

Elisa laughed, light and unburdened by formality, in a way she hadn’t since coming to Highgarden. “What a spoilsport! But I will stay my hand, if only to please you. Perhaps you would not mind entirely if I were to challenge him to single combat instead? Your eldest brother has already promised me a sparring lesson the next time we come to Winterfell. I imagine after that I’ll be quite good enough to strike down any man who displeases you.” She laughed again, shaking her head. “Well, that’s a relief to hear. If he weren’t at least nice to look at, I’d wonder what his use would be at all!” she jested. Rolling her eyes playfully, she replied, “My dear Roslin, if I haven’t managed to scare away every eligible suitor in the Kingdoms, I haven’t been trying half as hard as I thought I had.”

[highflyinghonor]

crowndglories​:

            robb chuckled at her joke, he made a face himself as he pulled on the collar of his fine clothes that had been handpicked by no other than the northern queen. “listen if it was not for this hellish weather, i would’ve never given up my furs and leather clothings, believe me. I don’t find the south fashion to be very… well, manly if you ask me.” while he joked around with her, he truly did believe that. “spar? oh little lady elisa, your mother would have my head, and my mother would gladly give it to her if i was to do such thing.” he said with fake dramatics. “but next time you visit north i promise we shall, loosing my head might be worth it, but now that you’re all grown up and like to talk back i won’t let you win just to make you feel better. i hope you know that.” 

Elisa grimaced in sympathy at the discomfort on Robb’s face as he tugged at his clothing. “Gods, this weather! I don’t know how the Tyrells stand it. I feel as though I’m wilting!” Shaking her head, she laughed and said, “You best be careful, cousin. Our family, it must be said, are all as beautiful as we are wild. I fear for your reputation on the battlefield, if these Southerner’s start to see you as just another pretty face.” Her tongue had always been too smart for her own good, but thank the gods that her family didn’t seem to mind. They were the only people she felt she could be her true self with, without consequence. She frowned playfully at his refusal before sighing. “I suppose you’re right, though I’m loathe to admit it. But I will hold you to your promise, Robb, so don’t you forget it.” Rolling her eyes playfully, she quipped, “Oh, please. I’ve always liked to talk back. I’ve just gotten better at it.” Shaking her head, she continued, “In any case, I’d have it no other way. My pride will stand for nothing less than a fair fight.” She knew she had no hope of beating him, not in real combat, though she might’ve if she’d been allowed to be properly trained. Still, she wouldn’t want him to go easy on her. She desired his respect too much. 

[highflyinghonor]

closed event starter for @rcgals​ (roslin)

Elisa fought not to pull at the pins digging into her scalp or fidget with the rather grand but confining gown she’d been forced into by her ladies. The finished product was an impressive one, she’d give them that, but she still felt uncomfortable dressed up like the noble lady she knew she wasn’t deep down in front of so many unfamiliar faces. She would’ve taken comfort in the masquerade aspect of the ball, but since her flaming red hair gave few cause to doubt her identity, it was little balm to her frayed nerves. 

Catching sight of a familiar head of dark hair, she smiled in relief and made a beeline straight for her cousin. “The South seems to agree with you, Princess,” she said with a grin and a wink. “You are as radiant as the Dornish sun!” She held her arms out for an embrace, not particularly caring if such a display was appropriate at an event like this. “I, on the other hand, am not at all suited to such a climate. Ah, well, I suppose we must soldier on. How are you, cousin? It’s been too long since last we saw each other. I understand there’s a betrothal to formally congratulate you on, though informally, I’ll happily slip some Tears of Lys into his wine should you request it,” she offered, only half-jesting. She was very protective over her family, even the older ones. 

[stxrslisten]

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             robb didn’t recognize most people in their fancier gowns, just like most probably had no idea the northern men could clean up so well, but there was one person who’s fiery red hair he could not mistake anywhere else and that was the hair of lady elisa arryn, his cousin. “ah yes, this family sure cleans up nicely, although i gotta say i almost did not recognize you without that messy hair of yours and that adorable frown of yours, little arryn.” he jested. he could still remember the day the arryn and the stark kids would wreck havoc together, it was some of his most precious memories.

[highflyinghonor]

At the words, the spoken-of frown appeared on her lips, along with a furrow between her brows. Her face softened at the sight of her older cousin, and she rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “And here I almost didn’t recognize you, what without all the hulking furs and leather. I didn’t know you Northerners could conceive of clothing not made out of things you’d killed yourselves,” she teased right back with a smile, making light of the North’s somewhat brutish reputation. She knew she probably shouldn’t speak as such to a future king, cousin or no, but Elisa had hardly ever been one for propriety. “It’s good to see you,” she said earnestly, ever open with her family. With a sigh, she added, “It’s too bad we have such an impression to make on our hosts. I’d much rather force you to spar with me than play the noble lady. Unless, of course, you’re getting too old for it.” She grinned cheekily. 

[inkmemesarchive]

nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain