「 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓. 」

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 .

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dicmcnds​:

   his words soothed her more than she knew , for there was a part of cerenna that wondered if the little quiet lordling that from her childhood had grown into an irresponsibly loud man with an obstructive ego .  it was a relief that he most certainly did not .  “ daring words , ”  she shot him a pointed look , a mixture of amusement and satisfaction upon soft features .  “ enough to make a lady blush , my lord . ”  her hand left his for a moment as she turned , golden curls fanning around her a shimmering curtain .  lithe fingers finding his palm with surprising ease .  “ so what thrills you , then ? ” a murmur with a slight tilt of her chin , the lannister lion surveying a dragon with expectant eyes .  “ i am curious to know what occupies the time of a great lord of the tower . ”

a  success  .  a  moment  won  during  his  own  turn  ,  watching  with  an  intrigued  glimmer  .  “  rewarded  with  a  blush  ?  an  honor  held  with  high  regard  .  “  cerenna  had  stepped  from  here  for  mere  seconds  ,  and  it  allowed  daeron  a  moment  to  truly  admire  .  a  fondness  for  the  woman  ,  one  budding  from  childhood  had  seemed  to  wear  down  even  daeron’s  boldest  of  internal  objections  .  he  would  not  allow  this  vulnerability  to  falter  a  confident  charm  .  “  nothing  of  much  merit  .  i  have  become  a  bore  with  age  ,  as  difficult  as  that  may  be  to  imagine  .  “

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stcrfrost​:

open for  :  everyone  !

she’s starting to believe that none of these people have seen cleavage before for the way they react. did they not realize that the bride, their new princess, was from lys?  did they not know that in the reach, the heat was unbearable enough that it was a normal thing to expose arms and backs and sternums? a crash to her left pulls her from such thoughts, and she looks only to see scattered tarts across the floor before shaking her head and turning her attention back to her company. “as i was saying, i designed this dress myself.” a passion of hers since she was a girl, spending hours sketching out details and growing frustrated when things didn’t quite go to plan. she used to make most of her own gowns, but she doesn’t have as much time as she once did and having them commissioned was often faster. “perhaps if i have the time, i’ll design something for you.” they looked as though they could use the help.

the  entire  scene  seemed  to  be  steeped  in  chaos  ,  leaving  gabriel  to  redirect  himself  .  it  was  a  tangle  that  even  those  of  nobility  found  it  best  to  avoid  ,  for  that  ,  he  was  certain  .  “  a  design  ?  for  me  ?  “  he  cannot  help  but  crack  a  smile  ,  almost  humored  that  she  believed  a  design  could  be  a  saving  grace  .  “  i  do  not  step  too  far  from  a  common  cotton  cloth  .  “

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stcrfrost​:

open for  : everyone !

his wounds have healed nicely, his head far less delicate now that his concussion has eased, and the dislocated shoulder firmly back in place and free of the bandages that had been holding it for days. he was in high spirits, eager  to welcome the festivities that followed such a droll ceremony. or rather he would have been excited if not for the scene he had just walked past; just as he’d gone to reach for one of the most delightful looking tarts he’s ever seen, the servant carrying it got distracted by one of the ladies and dropped the entire thing. “what a waste.” his entire demeanor changes as he trudges towards the dessert table, even more sullen to discover no more tarts had been brought out yet.  “is it too much to ask to have a tart in  my mouth right this second?” 

“  you  should  find  the  delicate  pastries  to  be  a  fair  second  choice  .  “  gabriel  has  stated  ,  a  gentle  nod  before  sinking  down  .  he  remains  with  one  knee  to  the  floor  ,  sliding  the  tarts  back  onto  the  tray  of  silver  .  with  a  return  to  an  upright  position  ,  he  has  placed  the  tray  back  in  the  servant's  arms  and  allows  his  attention  to  wander  back  .  “  better  than  a  bitter  tart  ,  by  far  .  “

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crvwnfought​:

open  starter    /    stefan baratheon. status:   open for responses ! where:   the dessert table. when:   the evening of the wedding.

        the  sooner  this  damn  celebration  was  over the better. then they could all leave this city, something he’d wanted since the very day he’d first set foot inside its walls and the feeling had only increased given recent events he wished he could forget, and it also meant an end to empty small talk and stuffy nobles. he would have remained on the outskirts of the room had his sweet tooth not caught sight of the decadent treats on one of the tables. the one currently in his hand might be his fifth and likely not his last.       ❝  the cakes and tarts are the one saving grace of this affair.  ❞        other than his betrothed, but stefan couldn’t cling to her like a shadow for the entire night despite wishing he could.

it’s  difficult  not  to  agree  ,  not  that  gabriel  would  ever  choose  to  challenge  it  .  the  dessert  table  was  impressive  ,  beyond  so  .  though  ,  he  had  seen  this  to  be  a  common  practice  .  gabriel  enjoyed  the  later  moments  in  the  evenings  ,  when  he  could  find  himself  stuffing  his  face  with  the  most  mouth-watering  of  delights  .  “  i  second  this  ,  wholeheartedly  .  “

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reqaltys​:

𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙      ⅋.      𝗚𝗔𝗘𝗟    𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡

—     setting:    courtyard,    mid  day —     availability:    open  to  everyone  

a  distinctive  thwack  preceded  a  sharp  whistle  ,  the  lord  having  swatted  the  back  side  of  his  fourth  opponent  with  the  flat  of  his  sword  .  all  in  good  fun  ,  the  sword  master  having  no  interest  in  shedding  blood  during  the  festival  :    leaving  injuries  to  the  jousting  tournament  .  chest  heaved  ,  shirt  long  discarded  and  there  were  signs  of  undeniable  lack  of  energy  ,  but  gael  still  sported  the  mischievous  smirk  that  was  signature  to  him  .  most  dueled  him  out  of  curiosity  to  his  abilities  ,  reputation  extending  beyond  the  crownlands  ,  but  some  ,  believed  themselves  better  .  perhaps  was  the  case  for  this  swordsman  ,  who  now  held  rage  at  the  constant  defeat  .  change  in  nature  was  recognized  ,  and  before  they  could  rev  up  a  blow  that  would  leave  one  of  them  hurt  ,  gael’s  blade  was  at  their  throat  .  game  over  .      “    and  you’re  dead  .    ”

elbows  against  the  cobblestone  exterior  of  the  wall  ,  daeron  had  watched  an  curious  amusement  of  the  fellow  targaryen’s  talent  .  throughout  impressive  .  even  a  vengeance-seeking  rival  would  have  spat  out  words  of  grandeur  .  the  blond  ,  offering  up  a  few  small  claps  has  straightened  his  positioning  ,  coming  to  a  full  stand  before  closing  in  the  distance  between  them  .  now  standing  a  few  feet  shy  of  gael  ,  he  places  his  palms  firmly  on  his  hips  ,  observing  the  weapon  of  choice  .  “  flaunting  ,  are  you  ?  “

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dicmcnds​:

   “ brooding . ”  she said decisively , as if the young lion had any authority in deciding his character !  rose - coloured lips smiled softly before continuing . “ no matter , some might say that slow embers are far more dangerous than wildfires . ”  it would not matter , truly , when she could be either and both at the same time  —  cerenna knew how to be formidable in any possible situation .  even through careful glances from beneath fair lashes . “ but court is filled with many beautiful ladies just waiting for your hand to lead them for a dance ! ”  the small gasp was touched with faux astonishment , for there was no part of her that ever doubted her beauty in comparison with others .  “ although , i cannot help but to lament at your absence from the tourney list . if you believe me so fair , perhaps my favour would not have been made for naught . ”

very  telling  .  a  statement  spoken  so  plainly  only  seemed  to  grow  his  interest  ,  it  was  intriguing  .  “  brooding  then  ,  i  am  not  one  of  impulsive  temper  .  more  trouble  than  it  can  be  worth  ,  it  holds  a  more  imposing  danger  to  it’s  owner  .  “  a  lesson  that  seemed  to  be  repeated  time  and  time  again  .  daeron  did  not  act  without  a  calculated  though  behind  it  ,  this  ,  however  ,  did  not  mean  he  had  a  lack  of  action  .  when  needed  ,  all  would  burn  if  he  so  chose  .  “  may  they  weep  with  disappointment  for  my  eyes  had  taken  no  liberty  in  noticing  them  .”  the  words  spoken  through  a  dimpled  smile  ,  the  hand  at  her  waist  smoothing  against  the  fabric  of  her  dress  .  “  mm  .  i  have  no  thrill  for  that  entertainment  .  “

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gcldenflwer​:

 " they are quite remarkable,” aster agrees, voice chiming in from behind daeron before he steps out of the shadow. “ some say they are art that the gods have gifted to us. i apologize for intruding lord daeron, this is simply the best place in the keep for star gazing.” he smiles warmly at the other man, eyes watching the other lord curiously. “ i can leave if you wish.”

“  i  think  i  may  find  an  agreement  in  that  .  “  the  constellations  and  their  placements  did  seem  almost  ethereal  ,  greater  than  this  world  .  “  no  apology  needed  ,  i  enjoy  the  company  .”  his  eyes  return  to  the  night  sky  ,  a  gaze  falling  over  the  twinkling  lights  .  “  i  was  in  need  of  a  place  to  simply  breathe  ,  i’ll  admit  .  “

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dicmcnds​:

   cerenna always glittered even brighter under the weight of the gaze of others ,  even more so when the heavy silk of her skirts fluttered around her like soft petals .  the man who had her arm when she was in such a state deserves the reward of her undivided attention .  “ i believe you were far too busy brooding to notice , my lord . ”  she teased right back , her voice smooth as velvet .  “ regardless … i am not the same girl you once knew .  but we’ve both grown up quite a bit , haven’t we ? ”  cerenna felt herself far too grown ,  despite her lack of marriage in comparison to most nobles her age .  as they both turned ,  her slim fingers still slotted against his warm hand ,  her bright eyes fell upon the court dressed firmly in their house colours .  with a subtle tilt of her head ,  the young lion turned her sweeping gaze to her companion .  “ what do you imagine that they’re thinking about us , hm ? ”

                  𝐀  𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐃  cheek  creases  ,  even  his  laugh  (  hearty  but  harmonious  )  erupts  ,  pushing  a  rise  to  both  of  his  fair  brows  .  “  brooding  ,  you  say  ?  “  there  is  truth  to  this  ,  of  course  .  though  brooding  was  essentially  putting  it  incredibly  kindly  ,  daeron  was  inherently  surprised  by  the  generous  comment  on  his  character  .  “  i  must  be  in  agreement  with  you  ,  we  have  grown  .  some  far  lovelier  than  others  ,  though  ,  i  digress  .  “  this  ,  paired  with  a  lingering  gaze  --  partially  fueled  with  his  own  astonishment  ,  connected  nicely  .  “  i  would  wager  that  any  thoughts  swirling  within  them  have  very    little  to  do  with  my  own  being  .  “  not  a  correct  assumption  ,  but  for  the  crafting  of  a  compliment  ,  necessary    .  “  more  so  a  deathly  curiosity  as  to  what  i  could  have  possibly  said  to  have  my  invitation  to  dance  accepted  by  the  fairest  lady  here    .

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ofsaera​:

“i must admit.. i’m not quite sure if i believe wholeheartedly.” saera responded after a few moments of silence. daeron’s words had given her food for thought. “my septa back in castamere, she prayed day and night, yet the shivers still took her nephews. if the gods do listen, they must be cruel.” she decided, knowing well enough that was far from the only reason for her statement. it was only then saera realized she’d stumbled upon daeron in the sept out of all places. “do you pray, cousin? i did not take you for a pious man.”

                   𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃  𝐅𝐎𝐑  thought  ,  forcing  even  daeron  to  consider  the  following  .  even  those  who  prayed  ,  bruised  knees  and  the  very  blood  within  them  ,  it  did  not  spare  them  from  loss  .  cruelty  at  it’s  finest  ,  even  in  the  view  of  sacrifice  given  .  “  cruel  ,  perhaps  .  or  unburdened  with  sorrow  .  “  an  exhale  ,  aware  with  the  question  having  been  turned  .  “  only  in  dire  need  ,  though  it  appears  they  heed  my  voice  then  .  “

[illtempcr]

starter for @gcldenflwer​ ( anyone ! )

           𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐊𝐘  remains  completely  black,  a  blanket  of  darkness  having  unraveled  quickly  over  the  small  sheltered  area  .  a  mop  of  blonde  hair  is  position  upwards  ,  with  daeron’s  nose  to  the  sky  .  even  at  this  angle  ,  the  small  flush  on  it’s  bridge  is  slightly  visible  .  “  brilliant  ,  are  they  not  ?  “  he  murmurs  ,  this  proclamation  clearly  voiced  over  the  stars  glimmering  against  the  dark  backdrop  .

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ofsaera​:

open to: anyone where: the sept of baelor

septs to saera usually meant funerals. tradition. something you get over it. she’d never been particularly pious; sure, the septa taught her all the prayers as was her job, but actually praying had never occurred to the targaryen, not until her father’s death. she couldn’t do anything to protect her family, maybe the gods would help, as the septa had told her. desperate times, desperate measures. most of the time, she wasn’t even praying. she just liked the solace. the darkness illuminated by nothing but the candles, the way her steps echoed across the building. once again surrounded by death and bad feelings of what’s to come but this time in king’s landing, saera found herself in the sept of baelor. it was much bigger and more beautiful than the one in castamere. she stayed there for a bit, alone with her own thoughts, until she heard footsteps approach. “the gods don’t actually listen, do they?”

           𝐀  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄  to  have  spotted  the  willowing  blonde  hair  of  his  cousin  ,  having  stumbled  upon  her  due  to  a  complete  accident  .  a  detour  of  a  ravenous  crowd  who  only  seemed  to  be  growing  more  furious  with  volume  .  “  i  believe  that  comes  down  to  the  own  belief  of  one’s  self  .  “  it  was  a  complex  question  ,  in  fact  ,  daeron  did  not  entirely  know  where  to  begin  .  “  do  you  in  your  truest  of  hearts  believe  that  they  lend  an  ear  to  us  ?  then  you  may  have  your  answer  .  “

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starter for @dicmcnds​ 

                   𝐈𝐓  𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃  𝐎𝐃𝐃  ,  to  have  found  his  last  memory  of  the  lannister  girl  to  be  one  of  their  late  adolescence  .  interactions  prone  to  teasing  ,  merciless  when  it  came  to  daeron’s  own  statements  .  though  even  stranger  to  know  of  the  whispering  between  their  families  ,  talk  of  union  ,  of  gain  .  cerenna’s  hand  resting  in  his  ,  he  continues  to  guide  ,  a  few  small-stepped  circles  ..  nothing  of  any  intricate  routine  .  “  who  could  have  known  you  would  have  such  grace  ?  certainly  not  i  .  “  spoken  with  fondness  ,  a  break  of  tension  .  

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glvrious​:

♛

one, two, three, four. and just like that, it’s as if he and gabriel are back to being young boys whose days were only filled with adventures around the red keep. just like many times before, rhaegar simply slips away, meeting gabriel through the last door he saw him walk out of. “as it always is.” there’s playfulness in rhaegar’s tone, reserved to those whose familiarity brings nothing but comfort. “you were right. it was beginning to get stuffed in there.” even if they were standing somewhere far more open than rhaegar thought of it as. “do you think anyone saw us?” rhaegar relaxes into the place he’s standing at now. he gives him a once over after a moment. “have you been enjoying any of the festivities, gabe?”

                   𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐍𝐄  to  encourage  a  crowd  ,  the  duo  would  often  seek  out  the  nearest  exit  .  the  union  ,  forged  in  more  official  terms  had  allowed  their  friendship  to  thrive  .  even  through  change  ,  some  things  still  remained  the  very  same  .  “  the  attention  of  the  crowd  lies  elsewhere  ,  if  any  come  looking  ,  an  excuse  should  find  itself  simple  to  conjure  .  “  his  shoulders  loosen  ,  a  more  casual  stance  transitioning  .  “  my  own  beliefs  feel  an  indifference  to  them  .  have  you  enjoyed  much  ?  “

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glvrious​:

♛

the sight of a familiar knight standing so still for so long gives alerie only an idea, which is why she returns to the same spot as he’s standing at with an inconspicuous bag and a goblet filled with the only one she could find. if he asks, they have no idea which kind it is. “ser gabriel,” alerie greets, warm smile on her lips as she acts as if she’s smuggling in something illegal instead of a small snack for the knight. two pastries, expertly bribed. “i am certain standing around for hours on end is quite entertaining and a test to your strength but perhaps i might entice you to take a break? i brought you something to eat and drink.”

                   𝐀𝐍  𝐀𝐂𝐓  𝐎𝐅  kindness  ,  even  with  his  posture  intact  ,  he  peers  down  .  even  had  he  wanted  to  regret  the  offering  ,  he  would  be  incapable  .  a  rumbling  in  his  stomach  ,  having  now  dulled  as  the  time  passed  still  gave  an  ache  .  a  reminder  of  the  inadequate  meal  given  before  returning  to  his  post  .  “  i  will  find  another  to  relieve  me  .”  gabriel’s  statement  is  quick  ,  eager  .  

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reqaltys​:

“    now  why  would  you  think  that  ?    ”      gael  questioned  ,  the  smile  on  his  lips  never  once  faltering  as  he  approached  the  other  .      “    do  you  not  find  yourself  pretty  ,  my  lord  ?  for  i  do  ,  and  i  am  as  sober  as  a  rock  .    ”      the  targaryen  found  it  hard  to  be  anything  but  ,  surrounded  by  so  many  strange  faces  ,  some  amicable  and  others  not  .

                   𝐍𝐎𝐖   𝐀   𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄  ,  a  dark  brow  rising  .  even  his  attempt  to  smell  the  mead  off  the  man  comes  up  short  ,  which  only  seems  to  drive  gabe’s  curiosity  further  .  “  i  am  no  lord  .  “  he  states  ,  amusement  having  cast  a  glow  across  his  face  .  “  ah  .  you  have  not  partaken  in  the  proper  festivities  .  “

[buckysteve]

Ser Criston Cole. Son of the steward of the Lord of Blackhaven.

[illtempcr]

THREAD  FOR : @glvrious​​ ( alerie )

          𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 , not even a footstep to be heard within the hallway , only the shallow echoing of breathing . his own , the heaving chest underneath metal barely noticeable . hour nine , and the ache felt in his heels had numbed along with the full extremity . alerted now to a series of steps , quick pace , leading the man to assumed a more rigid position , hands flickering to the hilt at his side .