as evening falls

marey. historian. tired. she/her. 18+.

[mareyshelley]

marey | english | historian | 30s | she/her | bi

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[emmaziadarcy]

[perioddrama]

CRIMSON PEAK (2015) dir.: Guillermo del Toro

[valarrsgirl]

yeah this is the moment i lost it

[emmaziadarcy]

My dreams are not like yours. Mine come true. An impressive talent for an unimpressive man.

DAERON THE DRUNKEN A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS 1.04 | Seven

[aenslem]

HAMISH LINKLATER in Midnight Mass (2021) 1.03 "Book III: Proverbs" / Widow's Bay (2026–) 1.06 "Our History"

[7pleiades7]

An Allegory of Virtue, (Detail), (1657), by Elisabetta Sirani (Italian, 1638 – 1665), oil on canvas, 34 1/2 x 45 1/4 in. (87.6 x 114.9 cm), Private Collection

[infected]

Miguel Carbonell Selva (1854-1896) - Death of Sappho, 1881

[ladythedrunken]

I'm very attached to Daerons scar

[mareyshelley]

A Bad Influence

Summary: After the disaster at Ashford, Baelor’s sheltered and polite daughter is swiftly married to Daeron, to join the family at Summerhall. [Daeronxcousin!oc] Rating: E | drinking, eventual smut Snippet beneath the cut | Full chapter on Ao3

They had been betrothed since they were small. Alyssa supposed it had made sense to their fathers at the time, to join Daeron and Myriah’s eldest granddaughter and grandson. They had got along well as children, whenever their families would visit between the Red Keep, Dragonstone and Summerhall, but then Daeron’s dreams had begun.

Now her father was gone, and her uncle had pushed for Daeron and her to finally wed.

She had seen less of Daeron over the last few years. He seemed almost a stranger when he had come from Summerhall to the Red Keep for their wedding. Alyssa had scarcely recognised the tall man with the dark circles beneath his eyes, and the large, jagged cut on his cheek, leading to his half-ripped ear.

It had been weeks since the trial that had taken her father’s life, and left her betrothed beaten and bleeding. Nobody had told her what had happened with any great detail. The only thing she knew was that Daeron was changed and that his cut would scar. She barely recognised the man who tensely went through his vows and put the Targaryen cloak over her shoulders.

At least she would stay with her own family, she told herself. Even after the wedding feast, as she entered her old bedchamber with Daeron and saw how empty it was, she told herself that, even if she had to leave her brothers behind. Her things had been packed up, ready for her move to Summerhall. She only needed to get to know Daeron anew, and he lived with her other cousins and uncle Maekar. Aerion would not be there, at least.

It was her wedding night. She had heard people laugh and say that wedding nights were good times for husbands to get to know their wives.

Daeron sat on the side of her bed, rubbing his face. Alyssa stood alone, in her wedding gown and jewellery, with his cloak still on her shoulders. She slipped it off with a sigh, and began to pull off her rings. Daeron looked up. He squinted a little, trying to focus on her.

“Come here, dear cousin,” he said, holding out a hand. “Let me help you.”

“There’s no need,” Alyssa said politely.

“There is every need,” he insisted. The hand he had lifted, ignored by Alyssa, pulled instead at the bedpost. He lifted himself unsteadily, and she stepped forward quickly. It was silly, really. If he had stumbled or fallen, he was far too big for her to catch.

“I can… help with your hair,” he continued, and swayed with only a single step forward.

“Please, sit back down,” Alyssa worried, taking his hand then. “Why did you drink so much?”

He sat down again, but more so because he had to than because she had told him to. It was a wonder he had made it from their wedding feast at all.

“I dread what I will see tonight,” he murmured. Alyssa looked down at him. She had no idea if he had meant it to be insulting, but it had made her stomach sink all the same.

[all-men-are-knights]

oh this is good as fuck. daeron is written so well. quietly self loathing yet still princely, in a very strange way. he is a bit unsettling but very charming to me and i LOVE it.

[mareyshelley]

Thank you! Self-loathing, unsettling, and charming just sum Daeron up.

[dracula1992soundtrack]

laura’s companion

[ohmylul]

He is not a goddamn hedge knight!

A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS | S01E02 - “Seven".

[mareyshelley]

A Bad Influence Ch. 2

Summary: After the disaster at Ashford, Baelor’s sheltered and polite daughter is swiftly married to Daeron, to join the family at Summerhall. [Daeronxcousin!oc] A/N: Daeron loves acts of service and physical touch. Sorry for the wait. I've had a really rough time lately. Thank you everyone for the nice messages and comments on the first chapter! Rating: E | drinking, eventual smut Snippet beneath the cut | Full chapter on Ao3

The rest of their journey to Summerhall had gone similarly. Daeron drank too much in the evenings, and spent the mornings feeling rotten. It did not stop him from drinking again later in the day. He still spoke to her. Drunk or sober, he never once ignored her.

“I would hate for my wife to feel neglected,” he had slurred as they left their first inn.

Alyssa had not felt neglected, though their relationship was more that of cousins than husband and wife. It was impossible to feel neglected when Daeron stayed so close at her side. Each night, and in the wheelhouse, he had held onto her. That did not change once they, finally, reached Summerhall.

It was a castle of corridors, stone walls and pillars smothered with ivy, and glass windows taller than most in the Red Keep. It was ironic that her uncle had been the one to inherit such a bright, warm place.

Her younger cousins had come to greet them. They had grown since Alyssa last saw them, but they were still small. Daella had the same sandy blonde hair as Daeron and their mother, and a very similarly shaped face, whilst Rhae had inherited the typical Targaryen white hair with a heart-shaped face. None of them had the dark, Dornish hair that Alyssa and her father had had.

The girls seemed to spend most of their time in the gardens, though not together. She only saw them together that afternoon when she had first arrived with Daeron and their father. The following afternoon, Daella sat plucking the buds from a small rosebush. Alyssa was not entirely sure she should have been doing that, but she chose to say nothing. Rhae sat nearby in the grass, with a silver cup filled with water, grass, leaves, and dirt.

“What are you making, Rhae?” she asked as the little girl carefully stirred it all with a stick.

“Potions,” was the only answer Rhae gave. Alyssa pressed her lips together, to try and not smile.

“I see,” she said, nodding. “Well, be careful.”

“I will,” Rhae agreed with all the confidence of a young child who believed herself to be an expert.

[ohmylul]

Ira Parker thought we wouldn't notice his blue eye.

Bruh.

A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS | S01E02 - “Hard Salt Beef".

[bitterballin]

My body is my temple. Ancient and crumbling. Probably cursed and haunted.

[mareyshelley]

A Bad Influence Ch. 2

Summary: After the disaster at Ashford, Baelor’s sheltered and polite daughter is swiftly married to Daeron, to join the family at Summerhall. [Daeronxcousin!oc] A/N: Daeron loves acts of service and physical touch. Sorry for the wait. I've had a really rough time lately. Thank you everyone for the nice messages and comments on the first chapter! Rating: E | drinking, eventual smut Snippet beneath the cut | Full chapter on Ao3

The rest of their journey to Summerhall had gone similarly. Daeron drank too much in the evenings, and spent the mornings feeling rotten. It did not stop him from drinking again later in the day. He still spoke to her. Drunk or sober, he never once ignored her.

“I would hate for my wife to feel neglected,” he had slurred as they left their first inn.

Alyssa had not felt neglected, though their relationship was more that of cousins than husband and wife. It was impossible to feel neglected when Daeron stayed so close at her side. Each night, and in the wheelhouse, he had held onto her. That did not change once they, finally, reached Summerhall.

It was a castle of corridors, stone walls and pillars smothered with ivy, and glass windows taller than most in the Red Keep. It was ironic that her uncle had been the one to inherit such a bright, warm place.

Her younger cousins had come to greet them. They had grown since Alyssa last saw them, but they were still small. Daella had the same sandy blonde hair as Daeron and their mother, and a very similarly shaped face, whilst Rhae had inherited the typical Targaryen white hair with a heart-shaped face. None of them had the dark, Dornish hair that Alyssa and her father had had.

The girls seemed to spend most of their time in the gardens, though not together. She only saw them together that afternoon when she had first arrived with Daeron and their father. The following afternoon, Daella sat plucking the buds from a small rosebush. Alyssa was not entirely sure she should have been doing that, but she chose to say nothing. Rhae sat nearby in the grass, with a silver cup filled with water, grass, leaves, and dirt.

“What are you making, Rhae?” she asked as the little girl carefully stirred it all with a stick.

“Potions,” was the only answer Rhae gave. Alyssa pressed her lips together, to try and not smile.

“I see,” she said, nodding. “Well, be careful.”

“I will,” Rhae agreed with all the confidence of a young child who believed herself to be an expert.

[vampire-lestats]

Crimson Peak (2015) dir. Guillermo del Toro + deleted scenes.