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hey petals !! i haven’t been around because i was struck by the flu, but i’m back now and since the starter tag is quite quiet i wanna do some personalised starters from both leonette and cassana. like this if you want a starter, or comment to specifiy a character

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winterfellglory‌.

The sun above radiated hot over the top of the keep, shining down on the many small courtyards and gardens, littered across the grounds. Here, the air was clean. Cleansed by the winds from the Blackwater that whirled around the keep. The breeze did little to cool the place, but at least it didn’t stink of death, fish and piss in the corridors. His apartment, here on the eastern side of the keep, was spacious. He didn’t need as much room as he’d been given, but he was grateful for it, none the less. He’d at least have some semblance of comfort in the heat of the capital. When he’d arrived a fresh bottle of cooled wine had been waiting for him and after washing and changing, he had refreshed his tongue with it rather gladly. The heat of this bloody place would kill him.

He knew that in the evening, he’d be expected to make an appearance in front of the court. The castellan had instructed him that, as an honoured guest, he’d have to come in front of the throne. Not a problem, Edrik reckoned, though he did not look forward to making a show of himself in front of these southern ponces. He’d rather the king had shown up to greet him at the gates. Get the whole ordeal over with. But the south seemed rather more invested in its pomp. He’d play along. It was the least he could do for his new friends from the South.

A breeze tickled his face, blowing his hair, which had grown long, out of his face. While he had tied most of it back, he seemed to always miss some strands, which constantly seemed to find their way into his face. In a light tunic, topped with a leather vest, he leaned against the balustrade. Down the cliffs he was looking over, the waves slammed against the rocks. He’d been by the sea before but had never really seen waters this beautiful. The sea up North was rough and cold. Here you could swim if you knew how. Up North, you’d freeze and drown.

The sound of footsteps alerted him to another presence. He pushed off from the balustrade and turned to see who’d come to join him. “Three weeks of travel and it’s like we’re in an entirely different world. I haven’t seen this much sun in my entire life.”

On numerous occasions over the years, Leonette has visited the Red Keep. It has never been her favourite place, for she enjoys the light which flourishes from the Reach. Everything is so green and alive, ready for nurture and harvesting, where everything looks aged and drying in King’s Landing. There is an unnatural opulence to the place, gilded and glittering, swarming with manicured courtiers. Leonette knows of fine cloth, her family is immensely rich and she has been spoiled since she was a little girl, but she would rather a day running in the fields with the grass beneath her feet and the sounds of children’s laughter all around her. And yet, she finds herself in azure silks, fanning her fair complexion as she walks across the hardened ground. In her hand are a bunch of flowers, slowly withering under the beam of the sun after being cut from their roots. She did not have the heart to discard them.

Walking with the breeze of the sea barely ruffling the fabrics of her gown, Leonette notices a familiar figure - the King in the North. From what little she understands of her loves role, she knows that he spends a lot of time with King Edrik. The thought suddenly unsettles her and she finds herself envious of him, not for his wealth or station, but because he keeps the company of her betrothed more than she can hope to.

❛ The sun might be good for you, your grace. Although, I have known some to fall ill from too much of it so it may be wise to stay cautious, ❜ Leonette muses, once she has decided to break away from her anxious thoughts. ❛ I hope that the journey here was kind to you. ❜

queenaelinor·.

Aelinor had been looking for her where her sister’s lodgings were when she turned the corner and ran into an unfamiliar auburn-haired lady. Her eyes widened at her words. “You know my lady, that is what I was thinking as well.” Aelinor had always made time to visit orphanages and give to the poor. While she had hoped to do so in the North, she felt it was right to ask King Edrik’s permission. “I visit orphanages in Flea Bottom often. Where are you from?” She asked, wondering if the woman was a southerner or not.

It was not common that Leonette would encounter royalty, but her family had been in attendance at the royal wedding and she, therefore, knew of Queen Aelinor. ❛ Well they have so little, ❜ she sighed, a melancholic expression on her young features. She was too consumed by it, foolishly so, her mother would have scolded her for thinking too much on things which she could not change. ❛ I am Lady Leonette, of House Redwyne. If I find an orphanage, would you care to join me, your grace? ❜

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I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.

Meggie Royer, Literary Sexts (via wordsnquotes)

leffords·.

if the circumstances were different, he might smile at her. but alas , he has so very much on his mind. still , a concerned gaze touches bears down on her. he does close some of the distance between them , and a gloved hand deigns to touch her cheek , ghosting over red locks before continuing.

❛ it would indeed , yes. ❜ he pauses at her proposition , and feels a pang in his heart. the truth of the matter is that he IS now fraught with obligation - the king will likely be wanting him , and for that reason he must abstain from accompanying her. he wants to, this time. though he knows he has made enough excuses that there’s no reason for her to believe this one. ❛ if i were able , dearest. ❜ his voice softens, unfamiliar tone taking over.

Like the healed bones which ached in the winter as a reminder of what was once broken, hope sprung into her eyes and then ebbed away with a dull ache, it was just enough for Leonette to realise it was there. She leant into his touch, and with it came a pang of longing. It had been so many years of waiting, that she could not recall a time when it was not the case. Leonette worried that her brother would grow tired of her being an unwed burden, and instead sever the promises made by the Leffords and Redwynes - they were not natural allies after all. ❛ Another time, then? ❜ she answered brightly, hoping that her disappointment was not evident. She did not wish for it to weigh on his conscious - he was clearly troubled by great matters, for him to delay for so long. Leonette clung to the soft word he called her, dearest, it inscribed itself onto her heart. ❛ Are you retiring for the night, or could you stay a while? ❜

lyanna-manderly·.

“That is very generous and compassionate of you.” Lyanna couldn’t tell who she was speaking to, had never seen the woman at feasts before, so she guessed it was likely the stranger belonged to the other kingdom. “You should ask around or even just go to Wintertown. You may or may not find an orphanage, but there could be other ways for you to help the smallfolk.” She added. “What is your name, my lady?”

❛ It is the least that I can do for them, ❜ Leonette responded sadly, the force of her words weighing heavily upon her soul. She swathed herself in luxury, all the finery that her family’s money could buy, and in return, she gave away her heart as though it were worth nothing. With every weeping child and hungry belly, she felt the pain strike against her heart. Some called her foolish, naive, that good heart of her’s would get her in trouble one day - but she did not care, misguided as it was. ❛ Wintertown? Okay, I shall go there in the morrow. ❜ She brushed aside a wayward auburn strand, which had fallen from her half-braid. ❛ Lady Leonette, of House Redwyne. And who do I make the acquaintance of? ❜

vavaharrison

#actual angel

❛ this is the best i can do for you. ❜ from markas !

❛ And for now, it is enough, ❜ she responded, while the flood of disappointment on her features failed to meet the gentility of her tone. Leonette had never been skilled in concealing her emotions, something which her mother despaired over in private. She could find no further words to say to Markas, nothing to fill the pit of silence, so she instead picked up her cup and began to sip her tea, eyes directed at the rain hammering against the glass.

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DEATHLESS.

the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !

❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜

❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜

❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜

❛ i will never be without information. ❜

❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜

❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜

❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜

❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜

❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜

❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜

❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜

❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜

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celiaxstark‌.

“Yes, though the children will be asleep and visitors are not usually welcomed at such an hour.” Celia dismissed one of her ladies, not missing the way they turned to see her once more before turning the corner, and then she gave her full attention to Leonette Redwyne. “And I would not advise a solitary venture, Lady Redwyn. Not with current affairs as they are.” Not that Celia had a habit of listening to her own advice, with her many activities out in the darkness. The only difference was that the North was her home and she knew its land and its people. “Shall I accompany you if you are to go? We could have the kitchen prepare something to take.”

❛ My intention was never to visit at this hour. I merely wished to know for the morning, ❜ she explained, a stray glance cast towards the blanket of obsidian which could be seen out of the castle window. ❛ That is a splendid idea, your highness. In the Arbor, I spend a lot of my time in the orphanage, so I look forward to visiting Northern housing. I would be grateful for your company. ❜ Truth be told, Leonette had never bothered with company when she visited the hovels of the peasantry and read stories to the children, for she sought no self-gain beyond the kindness of her heart. But she was left questioning her safety in recent days, so Princess Celia’s words did not seem extraordinarily absurd.

leffords‌.

the day had been long ,filled with visits to the king and the potential launch of an investigation as to the cause of the fire. exhaustion is a good way to summarize the entire mood of the temporary residents of winterfell. the members of the northern kingdom feel threatened , while southerners feel defensive. it’s games like these he has little time for , but playing them well is ESSENTIAL for someone in his station. the sight of familiar red hair brings the twitch of a smile to his face , and he approaches in enough time to hear her question.

❛❛ i’d prefer you be escorted on such a venture , if there is such a venture nearby. ❜❜ to admit that he did not feel comfortable with his betrothed venturing off alone was an understatement. not after all that has happened.

The lilt of a familiar voice caught her attention, long before she turned around to see her betrothed. A wash of happiness faded quickly, as she settled into a cordial smile. Leonette did not wish to test the boundaries of their betrothal, so she kept herself statuesque, instead of reaching forth to press a fond kiss to his cheek. There had been a time, years before, when she might have considered it - but the wait left her cautious. What she could not deny was the flutter in her heart, provoked by his concern. ❛ I do not intend to visit until daybreak. But if it will wash away your concern, I will not travel alone, ❜ she paused, considering her options. ❛ You could always join me. Unless you are too busy for such matters, which I understand. ❜

lady leonette of house redwyne.

lyanna-manderly·.

Lyanna was on her way back to her chambers when a red-headed stranger had stopped her down the corridor. “An orphanage?” Lyanna repeated. “I do not know, actually.” As a Stark princess, Lyanna had grown up in Winterfell and in the north, but she had never concerned herself with such matters. She might have heard whispers of the possibility of an orphanage, but she had never bothered to check the claims herself. “I know only of the presence of farmers and villagers, but I do not know if there’s an orphanage as an establishment.”

It was not her place to judge others, but a flicker of annoyance washed over the gentle lady - a disdain never to be voiced. Leonette had been fortunate to be given the life that she had, she wanted for nothing and the fleet of ships which her family owned was often heaving with goods and finery, all in aid of doting upon her like the jewel they perceived her to be. But beyond her own materialistic satisfactions, she had turned to those with less and her heart ached for the sorrows. It was even more troubling to her that most of the world was content to turn away from it. ❛ I need to enquire about it further, ❜ she commented politely, hoping to not insult the Northern lady. ❛ There are few who concern themselves with them. But it is something of a habit for me. ❜

rcgars·.

HE HAD DECIDED TO GO FOR A WALK . what it truly was , was a patrol . he was under no illusions that he might be getting much of any sleep this night . a targaryen banner appearing in the fire that had cost the starks their maester . while the starks may not believe the targaryens had anything to do with it , it may not stop others . a voice pulls him from his thoughts , bringing him to a pause . he looks up and offers a nod in greeting . ❛ i apologize , my lady , i am afraid i do not know if there is an orphanage nearby . my familiarity with the north is lacking . ❜

Leonette’s face displayed a forgiving smile, accepting the man’s lack of knowledge easily. Most were strangers to the land, but she hoped a Northerner would be able to provide her with the infromation which she needed. ❛ No matter, ❜ she sighed, fingers falling to her side. It would be a quest left till daybreak, although her intial intent had been to break fast with the children of the orphanage. ❛ Is this your first visit North? I must admit that I have never ventured far beyond the Reach ❜

The hour was late when she retreated from the hall. It had been a heavy day, one which had seen her shoulder’s aching from the force which tried to push her down. Following the horrific sighting of fire, the jovial mood of courtiers had soured into something else entirely - fear, confusion, anger. Draped in azure velvet, she rounded the corners of the corridor until she happened upon another, ❛ Is there an orphanage nearby? Perhaps, in Wintertown? ❜ she enquired, hoping to distract her mind from the reel of horrors which had been playing endlessly.

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queen-grandmother‌.

Reviewing the room over her steepled fingers Jenifire was content to watch and wait while others were flapping about like chickens before a butcher. So a banner had been found, it proved nothing and the first to declare an accusation would be condemning himself. She half-wanted some brainless oaf to try, if only so she could shoot him down in flames not dissimilar to those that took the Maester. Though she did feel something at his passing, if only because he was one of the few close to her in age; so few of her generation remained.

With a click of her aged fingers a maid quickly refilled her glass and she took an easy gulp of her arbor wine. “Well, this Coronation has certainly proved worth attending. A fatal fire and a banner of my house found at the scene.” she chuckled, “The gossips must be rolling on the floor with pleasure. I’m curious to see what stories they come up with.”

It was a tragic incident, one which Leonette could not stop thinking of. The poor Maester had lost his life, the death he was served provided no peace, but instead brought pain. By morning all would be looking for someone to blame, fingers would point and gazes would narrow. Meanwhile, she would be consumed by her thoughts, of the dreadful curiosity that made her wonder what the poor maester’s final thoughts were. Noticing that she had snatched her lip into her mouth and had begun gracelessly chewing on it, Leonette attempted to still her thoughts and focus on another matter.

The woman sat near her spoke openly, boldly, and yet she could not find it in her to smile. On another day, Leonette may have found the thorny words humorous, but instead she felt only more unsettled. Her mother always said that she felt things too deeply. ❛ I hope they are not too radical with their ideas, ❜ she sighed, sipping her own glass of Arbor gold - a taste of home. ❛ People have a habit of getting excited about an idea, when it is made with nought but dust and soot. ❜

ofvelaryons·.

Elaena finished filling her cup with wine, letting herself enjoy her presence in the great hall without as many people around her; she knew the Targaryen’s banner had nothing to do with the maester’s burning and yet the wheels inside of her head were still turning, trying to find a reason as to why the whole situation happened in the first place. Surely, someone didn’t enjoy the peace between the kingdoms, no matter how fickle it might be in the first place.

Whoever looked at her would never fully be able to understand what she was thinking at that moment; for all they knew, she was completely unfazed by the happenings of the celebration. “Would you like me to pour you a cup of wine, as well? There seems to be a lot left now that the great hall is not as… crowded.”

Despite the shocking events which had seen stone charred and licked by a punishing fire, some remained in the great-hall to drink greedily and make fools of themselves, so that they may turn pink at the ears the next morning. Laughter permenated the air, a drunken lord belched loudly before taking a gluttenous glug of the strong ale. Leonette had remained in the hall, for it exuded a warmth which her chambers did not - and she felt safer in the presence of others. There was a concern, at least for her, that someone might want to burn other parts of the castle. She had sat drinking her wine slowly, watching as a trio of high-born ladies pressed fingers to their lips in an attempt to staunch unbecoming laugher. - A failed task. She pushed forth her empty goblet, so that it could be filled by the offerings of Lady Velaryon, ❛ If you do not mind, ❜ she responded softly, knowing that she was far less inhebirated than the masses which surrounded her. ❛ I do not imagine that those remaining will stay for too long, most can barely stand. ❜

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