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Indie Mira Forrester Semi-Selective OC + AU Friendly // Multi-Ship

[littlehandmaiden]

CONTINUED --- @liitlelord​

“   I don’t know what’s waiting there.   “

Was he trying to convince her to stay? Probably so. Did he know in his heart that she couldn’t? Aye. But god damn, he was a Forrester, and Forresters were nothing if not persistent. He just had to keep talking.

“ Ethan... ”

Family had not taken the news of her departure too well. It’d only been a short while since Asher’s had left them all confused, heartbroken,    resentful.     And now she is off to Highgarden --- the South. So far South it’d make seeing her family impossible. But Mother insisted. She was to learn their ways whether she liked it or not. 

“ Neither do I, honestly. But I don’t imagine it’s too bad. It’s not ... Essos, or anything like that. ”

[littlehandmaiden]

might be a good idea to do a starter call while i work on tags & icons & shit

[littlehandmaiden]

“So … what’s someone like you doing in a place like this?”

Eyes narrow suspiciously at the other.    Being noticed is uncommon — most regard her for only a moment  before their attention is captured by something far more important. She is a handmaiden, a servant.     One does not pay her mind unless they want something. 

           ❝What are you implying? ❞

[littlehandmaiden]

2-word sentence starters

"Watch out!"

"Shut up."

"Go away."

"Please stay."

"Come here."

"Don't go."

"Leave me."

"Please help?"

"Help me."

"You suck."

"I'm hurt."

"You're mine."

"I'm yours."

"You're bleeding."

"I'm here."

"I'm leaving."

"Buy it."

"What's this?"

"Sit down."

"Kiss me."

"Try it."

"Stop that."

"Let's go."

"Trust me."

[littlehandmaiden]

“I warned you, didn’t I? Said you should be careful. Why didn’t you listen?”

random starters

“What else was I supposed to do?” 

Edie had warned her.    Before she left for the Capital.A raven had been sent to her:    be wary, be vigilant, be careful. Not everyone could be trusted. She thought she could handle herself, thought she was helping. But in the end she’d been t r i c k e d. Had turned into the PLAYED instead of the player she thought she was the whole time. 

“I didn’t want to die, Edie.” 

[asksforroleplayers]

Random starters

“I just got fired.”

“We have two options here - run, or give up. Which will it be?”

“I see no problem in using every food we have as a pizza topping.”

“Green isn’t really your color …”

“Truth be told, I’d rather get stomped on by a herd of cows than meet your parents.”

“I don’t care how it’s been before, but there are people depending on you now, so you need to get your shit together!”

“Hey, our outfits match!”

“Wanna hear a joke?”

“I always knew I couldn’t trust you.”

“Can you come to my place at 9 p.m. dressed as a mailman? I’ll explain later. Oh - and bring a shovel!”

“Let me braid your hair.”

“I warned you, didn’t I? Said you should be careful. Why didn’t you listen?”

“I gotta say, I’m really jealous of your eyes. Like they’re so pretty it looks like you have make up on even when you don’t.”

“Any reason you have 12 sixpacks of Red Bull in your fridge?”

“I’ve never seen you dressed like that before. You look … really pretty.”

“We need to get out of here quickly! There are people after us!”

“Ever since I met you, I’ve been having very shitty luck.”

“How can you come here after everything you did to me?”

“You ruined me.”

“My offer still stands.”

“I can stop if I want, I just don’t want to.”

“So … what’s someone like you doing in a place like this?”

“I can fit like 16 strawberries in my mouth!”

“Why do you always do exactly the opposite of what you should?!”

“Can you please stop interrupting me with your puns? I have something important to tell you.”

“I think you’d look really good on my bed, or the sofa. Seriously, you’re exhausted, go take a nap.”

[littlehandmaiden]

sticks head out 

i’m sort of wanting to come back.....

[txghut-blog]

“ it’s just a scratch ”

injured memes

“It doesn’t matter that it’s just a scratch, Mira!” Asher snapped, his anger quickly rolling off his tongue in waves, not directed at her. Simple misplaced anger for the boy who had harmed his sister. 

“He threw rocks at you. You don’t throw rocks a ladies! Unless they’re playing the monster in monsters and maidens.” His lips curled back to a scowl; though both of them considered too old for child games, they still played. “That– that fucking bedspawler! Who was it Mira?”

Perhaps his cursing was uncalled for, he’d apologize later. “I’ll throw rocks at him, a boulder even, until he kisses your feet in apology.”

[txghut-blog]

His anger was just as his passion, unconfined and free. Anger which wrapped its teeth around the necks and limbs of those who created injustice; those who disturbed the creatures domain, and the ones it had marked long ago as its own. Those who disturbed would find themselves on the wrong end of sharp teeth and narrowed eyes; ready to rip flesh out of love.

Asher’s lips tugged back into a snarl at Mira’s lie, nostrils flared and he breathed heavily. Knowing that she was lying, it was her wince that calmed him down. Her wince was strange and hurtful to his ears, and nothing but a frown rested on his lips. He never wanted to cause his sister fear, only wanting to protect her. “Mira–”

Her name was spoken weakly, nothing but a whisper; drastically different than the tone he had used when asking Ethan who had hurt him. Mira always had a way of calming him down, far better than their own mother ever could. “I can’t let it go, Mira! You know father won’t do anything about this.”

A sigh escaped parted lips, he gave his head a shake. “I promised that I’d fight off boys for you. No one should ever hurt you. Please, Mira, let me keep my promise.”

[littlehandmaiden]

One day Asher would not be there to fight for her. Mira had accepted this fact, though it hurt her to do so. She needed to learn how to take care of these matters herself, or else she’d never be able to. Mira didn’t want to cause trouble for her family --- did not want to cause trouble for Asher.

If Father found out he’d terrorized another one of the smallfolk, he’d do something worse than a stern lecture. Mira feared these unknown consequences. She did not like to see Father or Asher upset, especially with each other. Mira was always in the middle --- Father and Asher, Rodrik and Asher. She did not wish to choose one or the other, but it felt like she had to. 

“You’ll get in trouble,” Mira said, hating the whine that accompanied her words. “Father will find out if you hurt someone, Asher. He’ll be so angry with you. Again. And I ... and I ...” 

Her breathing became hitched, and tears had begun to well up in her eyes. How she hated crying, especially in front of Asher. She lowered her head, hoping she could hide it, but he’d notice. Asher always did. 

[dohxertros-blog]

✎

Send me an ‘✎’ and I’ll try to draw your muse the best I can.

[lady-elaena-deactivated20160603]

♡

Elaena’s cheeks flushed with colour, at Mira’s compliment, ducking her head to hide her embaressment. When she was able to regain her composure she met the Forrester’s bright green gaze.

“Thank you, Mira.” She smiled. “You are very kind to say such things.”

[lady-elaena-deactivated20160603]

It seemed that Mira always seemed to be excited when Elaena complimented her - not that Elaena minded, of course. She found it quite endearing seeing Mira so happy at her words.

“I’d love to do your hair for you, Mira!” She responded, gesturing for Mira to sit in front of her. “I used to do Lyarra’s hair for her a lot when she was younger.”

[littlehandmaiden]

“Talia lets me sometimes,” Mira said, taking the offered seat. She found her hands to be shaking a bit, and clasped them together in her lap so Elaena would not notice. “but I’ve never been good at it. Mother’s teaching me --- says I’ll have to learn if I’m to serve a lady soon.” 

Elaena was the sort of woman she’d like to be: pretty, graceful, but strong too. The Glenmore was not afraid to speak her mind. She said what she wanted, not caring what others thought of her because of it. This trait might’ve been why Rodrik fancied her like he did --- though Mira was sure there were a slew of other reasons. 

“It might be tangled.” Mira blushed now. Girls had tangled hair, not women. “I-I am sorry about that. I had not thought to brush it this morning..” 

[birdofironrath-blog]

“But–!”

He was only two years younger than Mira, Ethan thought stubbornly. Why couldn’t he go with them? There was nothing to do here, anyways; only take care of little Ryon and practice his lute. Mira and Asher were obviously going to have more fun than he was, and he couldn’t help but let his jealousy speak for him.

“If you don’t let me go with you, I’ll tell Father,” he warned with the craftiness of a boy much older than he truly was. Ethan shrugged, pretending not to care. “Or Rodrik. And I know he won’t like it either. But….”

[littlehandmaiden]

“No!” 

Mira did not mean to shout, but Ethan’s threat scared her. If Father found out Asher would get in trouble --- again. And Rodrik would be no better. He’d lecture them until their ears fell off, and then tell Father what they’d done. Bringing Ethan along would be preferable to either option. 

She sighed, hanging her head as she said, “Fine. You can come. But don’t get upset if Asher’s not pleased to see you. And don’t cry if you fall behind.” 

A part of Mira was discouraged by this turn of events. She was looking forward to spending some time with Asher, just the two of them. He’d been distant lately, and she did not know why. 

“We’re going farther than the grove, Ethan. It might be too dangerous for you, but if you want to go I can’t stop you.” 

[littlehandmaiden]

i’d really like to have a twdg verse on this blog.....

only cause i recently played season 2...

and reading this

and i’m in the mood to write zomb things....

[txghut-blog]

Asher’s relationship with Gwyn had never been meant to hurt anyone; in secret, the Whitehills pride, but never his own family. He had never wanted to subjection them to that; although he was a reckless boy, always striving to raise Gregor’s ire for attention. The emotions he had seen, the ones he had caused over a stupid decision, left him with an anger and sorrow for his father which he couldn’t describe.

Perhaps he couldn’t quite address those feelings because Mira was there. Dressed up like a boy and ready to face the challenges that should have been Asher’s alone: it was not her fault he was exiled. She shouldn’t have to face the strange land, with or without him, willingly or not. “Mira.” He reached out, taking hold of her hand and giving a gentle squeeze. Her hands far softer compared to his own calloused ones. “Mother will kill us. She just finished the arrangements for you at Kings Landing.”

There was no trace of guilt in his tone, more stating fact if anything. Asher did not want Mira to think her sacrifice wasn’t wanted or appreciated it: it was! There was unbridled happiness in seeing her willing trade safety for him; he’d have done the same for her. “It’s better than being alone. I just–” He sighed, not wanting to let her know how scared he was– even if she already knew. “You’ll have to train more. I don’t– simple combat won’t be enough.”

Mentally scolding himself, a anger bubbled up that he had never taught Mira more than just the simple things. He should have invited her to his private training. “Mira– Gods. I’m so glad you’re here.”

[littlehandmaiden]

Being a handmaiden sounded exciting at first, but the more Mira thought about it, the more nauseating it sounded. She did not want to be separated from her family like that --- thrust into a world she did not understand, and might not ever understand. Essos would be similar, true, but Asher would be there with her. He would not be at Highgarden with the Tyrells. She would know no one there. There was a chance Mother might understand. Would she not have the done the same for her own brother? 

And it was not like she hadn’t weighed the risks before making her decision. She could learn to fight --- it wouldn’t be that hard, would it? Not with Asher as her teacher, certainly. He’d taught her a few things, and she’d picked up on them quick enough. They worked together perfectly as a team, knew what the other thought without them having to say it. It’d be like old times! 

Mira grinned, hearing him say how glad he was. She was glad as well --- to be able to see him every day even if they were stuck in a place neither of them knew much about. Together, they’d conquer Essos. They’d survive. Her optimism shone through in her expression, excited, though still a bit fearful of the future. 

“And who knows, Asher?” she said. “We could always get enough coin to come back, right? We couldn’t go back to Ironrath --- that’d be too dangerous with the Whitehills. But we could go someplace else! Maybe Dorne or ... or the Westerlands! Rodrik talks about all these places, and I never thought I’d be able to see them!” 

[anoldsouldies-blog]

*hugs you*

“Easy, Mir!”

Gregor’s arms found their way around Mira’s back as he stroked her hair softly, letting her find comfort in his presence before making any attempt at conversation. He knew that Mira resented him forsending Asher away, so the hug came as a surprise even if he wasaware she knew it had been for the lad’s own good.

“You’re not really one for cuddling your father.” he joked. “Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?”

[anoldsouldies-blog]

“I know, Mira,” Gregor chuckled, trying to hide his reddening eyes and the tears that fell down his cheeks into the girl’s slightly unkempt brown hair with laughter.  “I know.”

For a moment he raised his hand from the back of her head and used the back of it to dry his face, letting loose a choked breath as he returned it back to his daughter’s neck, fingers clenching the soft fabric of her clothing. 

Gregor rarely wept, and never had in the presence of his children as far as he could recall, but he didn’t have to hide from them. He was determined not to be a cold, distant father like his own had been, and it shined through in this moment; locked in an embrace with his first born daughter as they shared weakness and sadness, but understanding too.

“I didn’t want to do it,” he confirmed, breaths heavy with sorrow, “but you are are aware why I did it, aren’t you? I had to do it to protect you, your sister, your brothers and your mother. I did it to protect Asher. As long as he’d stayed here he would have always been in danger.”

Gently stroking Mira’s head to comfort her, Gregor relaxed his arms a little, allowing her to free herself whenever she wished. He just hoped his face wasn’t too badly tear-streaked.

[littlehandmaiden]

She wished things could be different. She wished Asher had never done ... that with Gwyn. If he hadn’t, he’d still be here with them. With her. She hated that their family was broken --- without Asher it wouldn’t ever feel the same as it used to. 

Father always tried to do what was right, even if it was the hardest option. He wanted to keep them safe, and to do that he had to send Asher away. The Whitehills wouldn’t come looking for his head now. They wouldn’t want to hurt him. Essos sounded scary, but maybe it was the safest place for her brother to be. Maybe ... 

Mira pulled away from her father, blinking back tears that still had not fallen. She was proud of herself for staying strong. Asher wouldn’t want her to cry. It was then she noticed the wetness of Father’s eyes and cheeks. He’d been crying. Mira had never known him too. She did not know Gregor could. 

“Father, you’re ... “ Mira reached out a tentative hand, hesitating briefly, before wiping his cheek of tears. “I’m sorry. I’ve been terrible to you, and I ... I did not mean to be. I just ... I miss him.” 

[firstlynurse-deactivated2016031]

bold any fears which apply to your muse. italicize what makes them uncomfortable.

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

[lady-elaena-deactivated20160603]

♡

Elaena’s cheeks flushed with colour, at Mira’s compliment, ducking her head to hide her embaressment. When she was able to regain her composure she met the Forrester’s bright green gaze.

“Thank you, Mira.” She smiled. “You are very kind to say such things.”

[littlehandmaiden]

Mira’s heart jumped at Elaena’s reaction. It was the same as when Rodrik paid her a compliment — the lowered head and flushed cheeks. A slight thrill went through the girl at being able to fluster the Glenmore as well as her older brother. 

“I meant it too,” Mira said, a bit too eagerly. Elaena’s smile left a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach, a need to say more things that would earn more smiles. “I wished I looked half as pretty as you do.” She hesitated before continuing. 

“Could you perhaps do my hair for me, Lady Elaena? I always admire how you style yours.” 

[steelwrought-deactivated2016022]

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burned cinnamon roll, has literally been through hell and back, slightly charred