♡ SELYSE ♡

— pars par là loin devant ton vent m'essouffle. (souffle une fois. car mes plaies s'ouvrent pars par ici maintenant. je veux tes doigts, je les veux tenant tout c'qui est à moi. () for crownshq

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𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘𝐍   ,   𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚.

She had been brought up to be proud of her home, to admire all that The Vale had to offer and now as its Ruling Lady she felt bound to represent it well. But she had never once thought that pride should cloud the truth and for all the great many things that The Eyrie had to offer, a garden such as this was not one of them. She had been stood quietly admiring it all when she heard some footsteps approaching. “The gardens are rather lovely, do you not think?” Perhaps not the most interesting topic that she could have chosen but she was hoping that the soft smile on her features and the hint of warmth in her tone might encourage some sort of engagement. “May I ask how you are finding your time here?” For all it was small talk she had never been able to be anything but genuine - always far too worried about how visible her heart was when she wore it on her sleeve - and so she truly was invested as to whether or not her new companion had been enjoying their time.

❛   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋   ,   𝐘𝐄𝐒   ,   ❜   selyse   agrees.   then   ,   rather   diplomatically   ,   she   says   ,   ❛   there   is   much   to   enjoy   here.   ❜   but   ,   there   is   also   much   to   say   about   the   stench   of   the   place.   DROWNED   GOD   ,   it   smells   horrible.   however   ,   because   she   has   manners   ,   she   doesn’t   voice   it   aloud.   ❛   this   is   very   different   from   saltcliffe.   i   am   trying   my   best   to   soak   it   all   in   while   i   have   the   chance.   i   hope   to   see   everything   king’s   landing   has   to   offer   before   we   leave.   ❜   she   is   carefully   polite   to   the   woman   (   after   all   ,   it’s   as   if   everyone   is   either   a   ruling   lord   ,   or   lady   /   of   a   great   house   /   or   may   simply   just   hate   her   at   first   sight   )   ,   but   her   curiousity   still   gets   the   best   of   her.   ❛   what   would   you   say   is   the   most   exciting   thing   about   king’s   landing   ,   my   lady   ?   ❜ 

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𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊   ,   𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧.

the south was a  mystery  to victarion ,  who had spent his whole life as far north as most anyone dared to go these days .  who had been raised on stories of even further north ,  beyond the wall that no longer stood ,  past the haunted forest and into the woods with no name .  it was  hotter  here ,  not just for the climate ,  but for the activity .  the city bustled at every turn and vic had thought winterfell full to bursting most days . it must have been only for the landsmeet ,  but there seemed to be more people in king’s landing than the  entirety  of the northern kingdom .

it seemed half the day before he found a moment to slip away ,  not  alone ,  but where the noise was just quiet enough for him to hear himself think ,  and something else ,  distant ,  which sounded distantly like the yowling of a cat .  “ gods , ”  he breathed ,  only just hoping no one would hear him .  “ is  this  what southerners call music ? ”

𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒   𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃   red   in   thanks   to   the   seemingly   endless   supply   of   wine.   the   ironborn   allows   herself   a   BRIEF   breather   ,   trying   to   cool   herself   down.   between   the   wine   coursing   through   her   veins   ,   and   the   s m o t h e r i n g   heat   of   the   crowd   ,   she’d   decided   it   was   too   much   and   took   refugee   just   a   ways   away   —   promising   ,   i’ll   be   back   in   a   moment.   

❛   could   you   do   any   better   ?   ❜   she   muses   ,   raising   a   curious   brow.   while   she   also   found   the   sounds   ...   difficult   to   listen   to   ,   it   wasn’t   as   if   she   could   take   over.   not   unless   she   wanted   to   be   the   curiosity   of   the   night   and   have   them   coo   over   the   lullabies   she   was   weaned   on.   ❛   what   would   you   rather   they   play   ?   ❜

[ofsaltcliffe]

𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄   ,   𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐬.

              𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐁𝐄  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  he  can  entertain  himself  with  as  the  festivities  roar  on  .  aside  from  stealing  ale  and  tarts  from  nearby  servants  ,  he  has  no  desire  in  anything  else  the  landsmeet  has  to  offer  .  belos  is  not  interested  in  whatever  the  queen  decides  to  spew  ,  knowing  it  would  most  likely  be  as  far  from  the  truth  as  possible  .  now  …  the  people  ?  he’s  interested  in  their  gold  ,  whether  he’s  able  to  slip  a  coin  purse  into  his  own  pocket  or  speak  about  his  smithing  work  .  perhaps  even  more  ,  along  the  lines  of  pleasure  ,  if  he’s  able  to  achieve  that  .  he  leans  over  toward  one  of  the  rose  bushes  ,  plucking  a  stem  from  the  plant  itself  .  the  sound  of  footsteps  has  him  red  in  the  face  ,  turning  on  his  heel  to  face  whoever  had  caught  him  .  instead  of  panicking  ,  he  lets  out  a  deep  breath  and  smirks  .    ❝    ah  ,  how  did  you  know  i  had  picked  this  just  for  you  ??    ❞    belos  questions  ,  extending  his  hand  with  the  flower  .

𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐄   𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒   𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘   𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍   for   just   a   moment   ,   walking   on   the   cobblestone   laid   to   admire   the   luscious   flora.   she   just   ...   needs   a   moment   to   collect   herself.   she’s   always   liked   parties   ,   but   this   one   is   on   the   verge   of   overwhelming.   of   course   ,   she   noticed   the   man   as   she   walked   up   ,   but   she’s   surprised   when   he   speaks   to   her.   even   moreso   at   the   flower.   ❛   unfortunately   ,   red’s   not   my   colour   ,   ❜   selyse   says   ,   cheeks   dimpling   even   despite   her   frown.      ❛   perhaps   you   should   keep   it   ,   ser.   they   would   match   your   rosy   countenance.   ❜

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𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋   ,   𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐚.

                             THE WORLD WAS VAST  , this much lilyana had found to be true . she had also found it loud , with odd smells and crude words . sheltered indeed , and even armed with a silver tongue and inquisitive nature , she had found herself cowering within the warmth of her accompanying guard . though guards grow inquisitive too , towards ales and wines , towards the company milling the halls and public gardens . and without watchful eye and in possession of ringing ears , lilyana had slipped away on aching soles , any sort of declaration the last thing on her mind .

                            SANCTUARY NOW THANKFULLY FOUND   in the form of little gazebos and grand blooms , of little trays of silver with food stuffs and cool wines , the young tyrell had sat and busied herself with stretching her legs in front of her , beneath petticoats and embroidery . a flush to her cheeks and thankful smile to her lips , glossy black eyes begin to pry as they so often do  —  strangers mill , but dressed differently now . that smile grows as she takes in each pattern, each colour , each style  –  and out from her skirts pockets comes a little book of bound parchment and a cloth of neatly packaged charcoal  …   and without thinking ;

                           “  say  ,  would you be awfully opposed to my drawing you ?  ”   

𝐒𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒   𝐀   𝐍𝐄𝐖   𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒   𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘.   but   ,   that   seems   to   be   the   theme   of   each   day   here.   the   southern   fashions   are   a   touch   different   that   what   she’s   used   to   ,   but   she   finds   a   way   to   incorporate   the   iron   islands   into   her   style.   maybe   it’s   her   hair   that   catches   the   woman’s   eye.   the   braids   are   particularly   ironborn.   

❛   oh   ,   ❜   she   gasps   ,   ❛   i   hadn’t   realized   i   was   in   the   company   of   an   artist   !   so   long   as   you   think   me   a   worthy   subject   ,   i   can   find   no   reason   to   oppose.   ❜

selyse   offers   the   woman   a   sanguine   smile.   she’s   rather   flattered   ,   actually.   the   woman   is   gorgeous   ,   and   it’s   kind   of   her   to   even   ask.   in   truth   ,   if   she   were   in   her   place   ,   she’d   likely’ve   simply   began   to   sketch.   not   that   she   was   much   of   an   artist   ,   though.   painting   ,   and   drawing   ...   well   ,   she’d   leave   that   up   to   those   who   were   blessed   with   the   talents.

[ofsaltcliffe]

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐖   ,   𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

“ oi,  selyse. ”  torhild catches up to the other girl,  barely managing to keep her ale from spilling over the side of the goblet she’s been drinking of  (  initially,  it had been filled with wine,  but torhild preferred almost anything else  ).  “ drowned god,  i am glad to fucking see you.  there’s something rotten here,  and the gardens can’t disguise it  ––  drowned god,  i understand the necessity here,  but i would much rather be back on harlaw right now.  or on a ship.  or drowned,  really.  though i intend to do my damned best to drown myself in ale. ”  she has been watching and listening carefully,  throughout the landsmeet,  but she thinks she deserves a moment away from southerners  ––  one girl from some nothing house somewhere in the westerlands just asked her how she does her hair,  and she can no longer abide.  she wishes her brothers were here more than ever,  and,  if not them,  her sister,  but selyse was nearly a sister,  and she will certainly do.   /   closed  for  @ofsaltcliffe·

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇   𝐀   𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃   𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄   ,   selyse   turns   over   her   shoulder   ;   but   realizing   it’s   torhild   ,   her   face   immediately   gives   way   to   the   fatigue   of   the   façade.   ❛   i   know   ,   ❜   she   groans   ,   ❛   at   least   you’ve   managed   to   find   yourself   a   cup.   i   swear   there’s   a   southerner   hiding   at   every   turn   ,   curious   about   something   or   another.   ❜   she’s   p e r f e c t l y   fine   with   answering   a   question   or   two   ,   but   even   for   an   extrovert   ,   there’s   only   so   much   one   can   take.   the   brunette   flashes   her   a   pout   as   she   reaches   for   the   over   -   filled   cup   in   torhild’s   grasp.   ❛   i   am   sure   you   would   agree   that   it   would   hardly   be   fair   for   you   to   leave   me   to   face   this   sober.   ❜

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(   LIZA   SOBERANO,   TWENTY-FOUR,   CISFEMALE,   SHE/HER.   )   could   that   really   be   (   SELYSE   SALTCLIFFE   ),   the   (   LADY   )   of   (   SALTCLIFFE   )   entering   the   keep   ?   king’s   landing   is   sure   to   benefit   from   the   fact   that   they’re   (   LOYAL   )   and   (   CURIOUS   ),   but   beware,   they’ve   also   been   known   to   be   (   MISCHIEVOUS   )   and   (   JEALOUS   ).   they   hail   from   (   THE   IRON   ISLANDS   ),   and   it’s   said   that   they   are   loyal   to   (   HOUSE   GREYJOY   ).   only   time   will   tell   if   that   will   last.

hello   !!   i’m   kay   and   i’m   super   excited   to   be   here   !!   i’m   heading   out   for   work   in   a   bit   ,   but   like   this   ,   and   i’ll   come   to   you   for   plots   !!

A   B   O   U   T

selyse   was   one   of   many   children   of   the   ruling   lord   of   saltcliffe   and   his   ironborn   rock   wife   ,   but   as   the   only   daughter   ,   SHE   SHONE.   with   her   beauty   ,   and   charm   ,   she   was   the   pride   of   the   otherwise   overlooked   saltcliffe.   along   with   the   rest   of   the   islands   ,   she   was   raised   to   worship   the   drift   wood   that   symbolized   the   drowned   god   and   sit   p r e t t i l y   while   her   brothers   set   sails.

her   life   played   out   properly   --   at   least   ,   it   was   MEANT   to.   she   was   young   when   she   fell   in   love   to   a   boy   of   the   islands.   they   were   young   when   they   were   betrothed.   he   was   young   when   he   died.   life   continued   ,   though.   her   father   gave   her   the   time   to   mourn   him   ,   but   she’s   sure   it’s   only   a   matter   of   time   until   SOMEONE   comes   knocking   at   their   door.   while   she   knows   she’s   but   a   breath   away   from   becoming   someone’s   wife   ,   her   heart   is   still   heavy   with   the   loss.

but   she’s   more   than   someone’s   betrothed   (   or   someone   who   will   be   betrothed   ).   not   only   does   she   have   a   lovely   singing   voice   ,   but   selyse   is   also   a   talented   weaver.   and   not   only   that   ,   but   she   has   a   GREAT   sense   of   humour   and   loves   cracking   jokes.   she’s   a   hoot.

P   E   R   S   O   N   A   L   I   T   Y

it’s   been   difficult   for   selyse   to   move   on.   after   all   ,   she’s   as   STEADFAST   as   the   rocky   isle   she   hails   from.   her   LOYALTY   knows   no   bounds   ,   but   often   ,   that   translates   to   JEALOUSY   when   she   feels   she   may   be   left   behind.   

selyse   has   always   been   the   INQUISITIVE   type.   even   from   a   young   age   ,   you   could   find   her   at   an   elder’s   heel   ,   firing   question   after   question.   people   thought   of   her   fondly   as   a   CURIOUS   child   ,   but   she   fears   that   people   find   her   NOSY   and   OUT   OF   PLACE   ,   now.

C   O   N   N   E   C   T   I   O   N   S

cousins   ,   friends   (   real   friends   ,   best   friends   ,   not   really   friends   but   we   grew   up   on   the   same   island   so   we’re   more   than   acquaintances   ,   but   --    )   relative   to   her   late   betrothed   ,   a   suitor   ,   someone   who   honestly   finds   her   annoying   ,   anything   !!

[ofsaltcliffe]

TAG DUMP

SS * musings

SS * visage

SS * interactions

SS * answered

[thecheeziersnack-blog]

[ofsaltcliffe]

xmusiings:

Angels fight, angels cry Angels dance and angels d i e

[musesgonnamuse]

Deep down - you know You weren’t BUILT for f i g h t i n g But that doesn’t mean You’re not p r e p a r e d to TRY 

[ofsaltcliffe]

                                                 sometimes i lay

                                              ☾ under the moon ☽

                                                    and thank god im breathing