♛; an innocent call.

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Truly, Melisandre didn’t know how to reply to all this. She was still in a rush,- and he could be here any moment. Flashbacks were running through the back of her mind again as the girl spoke to her in a whisper.

-I will revenge you. I will kill you one day for all this. For everything you’ve put me through. You’re a monster. You’re disgusting.-

She put the thought away and shook her head to get them off of her. “I.. I just expected someone," she admitted briefly, realising she maybe said too much already. But surely the girl already knew of this alley. Maybe she was like her. Maybe. She licked her lips and swallowed to feel her throat again and to keep breathing, Nervous. I’m nervous. I told him that I would take my revenge one day and yet I’m scared to do so. But I will, a voice said in her head.

Yes I will.

She supposed that only a few more minutes would be enough until he would come here and Melisandre had to make the decision to leave or take her revenge. Whats the point of it all though, she said calmly to herself while looking at the girl. I would revenge him, however maybe not today and not at this location."This isn’t right," she muttered, not sure if she was talking to the girl or more to herself.

#!:thepersona #can i just say i love this

She sighed softly, bringing down her hand back to her side as she leaned her back against the brick wall. The slight chill of wind that she felt came back again, and she rubbed on the sleeves of her jackets idly. But her eyes went back to the woman, and she still looked like she was running from an angry, trigger-happy mob behind her. She didn't look like she was breathing so hard as she did, but she still looked... anxious? Was that the right word to say? Or was more akin to nervousness? Either way, it didn't stop Elia from furrowing her brows as she looked at this woman.

"...are you alright?" she asked. Strange that she were to ask that after what happened to her just a few minutes ago, but she felt like she had to ask. This wasn't exactly a normal circumstance by normal standards, not like there were too many in this kind of world. Idly, she looked up at the night sky peeking out through the in-between of buildings, and softly sighed. "Look... I don't know who you're expecting around this alley in this dead of night, but if trying to slice people's necks off doesn't feel right, then why not go back and pretend these mishaps never happened?" she asked. Or regroup and plan better, if you're one of the underground. I wouldn't be surprised.

#red--headed

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Melisandre tried to breathe slower. Her heart was beating way too fast. “I’m not,-” she managed to say. “I’m very sorry.” she continued, looking at the girl she just threatened a few seconds ago. There isn’t even an excuse for this, Melisandre realised while she tucked a few crimson strands of hair behind her ear.

The woman didn’t look anything like the person she was supposed to take down. How could I make such a stupid mistake? And why did she had to be here, precisely at this time and location?

“You.. Where.. Why are you here?” she whispered, allowing herself to get closer to the girl. “You.. You need to go.” Before he comes and messes things up.

#oh it's okay!#red--headed

Lightly rubbing at the base of her neck, Elia observed the woman in front of her. God, by how shaken up she looked, you might think she was the one held at knifepoint instead. Elia looked calm in comparison to her, just by the face that she was breathing slower than the red-headed woman was. On the other hand, that settled the question of whether she was a robber of some sorts. She didn't look like she was going to try that again.

Which begs the next question in Elia's mind as her body became less tense; Why did a lady like her have a knife in hand getting ready to slice some guy's neck? Never mind the fact that Elia was one second from being that supposed guy. Two women in the dead of night with one of them having a knife. Was she possibly a...? No... it wouldn't surprise Elia if she was. It was a crazy world like that.

Seeing the woman come closer to her, Elia briefly leaned over to hear her words of warning. "That goes without saying... next time I should walk under streetlights to avoid getting jumped again." she said with a sigh, but her attention was already locked on the red-headed woman before her. "But what are you doing here, anyway? I'm just passing through a shortcut, but you've got a knife slicked back there!" she countered in a hushed whisper.

Urban Unease / Willas.

The men lead Elia to the tyrell office building and took her straight up to Willas’ office where he was waiting for her. “Sit.” The cripple muttered putting away some papers and other documents that were private but, nothing that would bring the Tyrell’s to there knees if found. “What are you doing here?” He asked not beating around the bush and just wanting her gone and out of Highgarden.

Straight up to the very building where his office was... it was a good thing Elia looked the part of being professional as she walked with these men. But whether she looked the part or not wasn't even important in her mind, or this little situation that she so courteously put herself into. Up she went, until she was guided to his office where he awaited her. She took her seat, and crossed her arms. She made no sudden movements over than that.

"Ah, where do I begin? Phone calls, partnerships... solely nothing but business brings me here to Highgarden... and unexpectedly to your office." she answered with a shrug. It was more or less the truth, but the short version. Elia wanted out of this city just as much as he did, but neither of them were going to get it if she didn't elaborate. "To be more specific, someone called me over for a potential link in Highgarden. And to be even more perfectly honest I didn't want to come. Because you know, this happens." She pointed to the floor then, to emphasize her point. "Or worse. I usually expect worse."

"But business is business and you can't be picky, so I accepted it. I would at least want to check out who it was and what they want, no? That's why I'm here." A soft sigh escaped her lips then, and Elia unfolded her arms. She had told the truth, yes, but something was still bothering her the more she thought about it. "Though now I can't decide whether I've been lured out and set up, been stood up at the shop after 20 minutes of waiting, or what. I don't suppose that you know, since you found out I was in town?" she asked.

#vengefulhawk

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It was cold. Cold and late. Probably past midnight already.

And yet the Red one was on her duty to bring a man down. Her knife was clutched in her left hand and she felt like she was about to get a heart attack. But she kept on going, while the streets were almost empty. Quickly as she was, she sneaked towards an empty looking alley, that was rather dark looking than inviting. But, she continued, trying to mute her footsteps so she would stay unnoticed.

A dark shadow was moving. Must be a person, she thought, while trying to in- and exhale in silence. It must be him. It has to be. She crept towards the person while lifting her hand up that was still holding the knife. Her other hand prepared to push the person to the wall.

Seconds slipped by, until she was able to actually grab the person and push him to the wall. Her hand grasped his coat and with the other she put the knife on his throat.

She was surprised when it wasn’t the familiar face she was supposed to kill. A sigh escaped her lips and the Red one dissapeared. Her face softened.

“Oh gods.. I-” She trembled and hid the knife again. I should’ve took my gun instead anyway. “I’m sorry,” Melisandre said, letting the person go and taking a step back.

#idek i just thought why not #hope it's okay!#red--headed

The streets always looked different in the dead of night, and it was already high time that she should get back to the place she was staying at. With the moon over her head at this kind of night, Elia never knew what was going to happen. That's why she always has something to defend herself with. It was something she grew to learn, even when walking back home at night.

She had gathered that the alleyways were a shortcut back to the place, but alleyways were never really inviting places to meet people now were they? But it was cold, and she felt a chill. So she rather get back to that inn as quickly as she possibly could, if not to avoid getting jumped, it's to avoid catching a cold.

This wasn't the time to be jumpy, but Elia couldn't help but put her guard up when she heard the softest of footsteps. Keep walking, just keep walking. she thought to herself, hand reaching for the gun hidden on her person. She thought herself to be dragged into something messy if she wasn't fast enough, and apparently she was right.

Seconds went fast as Elia found herself pushed back against the wall and barely feeling the edges of steel at her neck. Great, just the opposite of what she hoped would happened. Just as she was about to pull out the gun in defense, the knife was off her throat. She was still on guard, even as she was let go, but the focus on her would be robber sharpened. A woman that was taking a step back away from her.

"Oh hell...." she breathed. "Please tell me you're not a robber or something along those lines." She would say that the woman before her didn't look the part, but she did have a knife at her neck just a second ago.

amotherofmonsters

“Fortunately for me, it’s more business than actual admirers. I don’t think these men would ever think of crossing such lines with me. Never mix business with pleasure,” a grin, and she chuckles softly, “might just be you end up with an empty pocket, a headache and a broken heart.”

#amotherofmonsters #you know it ommy all the things on the table

"Isn't that the way it always goes? It's a tricky combination, those two things are. As if they couldn't be potentially dangerous apart in this life, but together? Count that a broken heart and empty pocket could be a blessing in disguise compared to what else could happen. But I suppose that depends on the person in question on both ends." A small shrug, before a smile formed. "But on another note, I'm actually glad to hear it's business. Looks like you've been keeping busy, as always."

The fondest memory you have of Rhaegar?

A smile started to form as she started to recall one memory out of many that she had locked in her head. The one that she would always recall when thinking of him and the life they once shared. “Let me tell a small little story about how he stopped his playing once.” she started to speak.

“Everyone that knew him knew he had a good ear for music. And he was good, I mean really good at playing violin. He would practice playing almost every night… the house would be filled with his sounds.” The sounds of his music was once something she was so used to hearing when she was home. And in some instances, it relaxed her when she didn’t feel too well. It was one of things she would look forward to.

“I got sick one night while visiting… I think that it was a high fever. I remember I was trying to hide it from everyone since it was really late. And for some silly reason I wanted to wait until the morning so that I could take care of it myself. But the more I tried to walk, I felt more and more faint. I know I was close, I could hear him playing so clearly. But I barely even made it to the doorway before I felt like blacking out. Then suddenly the music stopped.”

“When I opened my eyes again, he was carrying me to the bed and tried to bring down my fever all night until I got better. I worried him sick. This was a while after we even met.” she said fondly. She came to terms that it was the moment that she realized something that she felt for the majority of the time that they’ve spent together. If nothing else, she felt that she could count on him.

#!:theinquiries

amotherofmonsters

“—There should be a limit as to how many times someone can call my number a day.”

#idk ommy #but why not #amotherofmonsters

"I can relate to that feeling. Though in your case, I don't know whether to think it's a desperate admirer or a eager employee."

Urban Unease / Willas.

Willas was waiting at the end of the walk way for Elia standing taller then any crippled man should. “Elia.” His voice was strong and stern. The cripple had sound out about a potential leak within Highgarden and found the problem at once squashing it out. Well… not before they found out who he was going to meet up with. Needless to say he wasn’t happy about it being Elia who was meeting up with the informant. She had to much of a connection with the Martles not to be a pest.

Once the woman was in his view Willas’ men stepped in next to her and secretly showed her there guns to keep her silent. “Mr. Tyrell would like to speak with you back at his office.” One of the men said gesturing to Willas. “Needless to say this isn’t optional.”

#vengefulhawk #oh don't worry you're fine!

She only kept walking, figuring that she didn't shake off the men that were behind her yet. And from the looks of it, it was going to be difficult doing just that. Just her luck to have people on her trail on her one day here. But the problem more apparent besides the number of men behind her was to figure out who were they working for. Elia already knew that coming to this city was a high risk, and it was a bigger risk to find out which authority figure you had the misfortune of crossing paths with, or have bumped into.

When Elia looked ahead to see what was in front of her, she got her answer on that note.

Willas... It could have definitely been worse if he wasn't the one standing at the end of the walkway. Not good mind you, but it definitely could have been worse. Elia's steps slowed when he came into her view, and they went into a complete halt when one of his men stepping in next to her. She said nothing at first, even as she saw the guns and heard them speak. She was good at keeping quiet.

"I figured as much." she said with a small sigh. But she greatly preferred having to speak and then leave than running out with a shower of bullets behind her. Her eyes traveled from the men at her side, to the man across from her, and nodded slowly. "Lead the way, good sir. I'll be good." she said.

What does your latest text message from someone else say?

She cocked her head slightly as she took out her phone, eyes scanning the screen as she reached her inbox. “The latest message says…” she started to say, before her lips curved into a smile.

“Keep your little gray nose out of other people’s texts.” Of course, that’s not what it really said, but did these people honestly think she was going to tell them right off?

#!:theinquiries #lol nice try

Urban Unease / Willas.

It was for a few weeks that she was migrating South, and her last trip was around the Yromwood. That was when she got the call of a potential source in Highgarden hoping to link with her. And to be honest, Elia was a bit hesitant to make it.

The Reach didn't sit well for the Dornish for years. And the tensions between the Tyrells and the Martells didn't make it any easier. She wasn't sure how this was going to go. On one hand, it would be beneficial for her to have a link around the Reach. She already had so few around that area. On the other hand, she wasn't too keen on getting chased out by Tyrell men (or whoever else) with guns ablazing. She would rather keep the streak she has of not having contact with any crossfires for a while. But... having strong preferences towards certain places and people would be bad business in this line of work, so she agreed to a meeting.

Highgarden was actually a very beautiful city. It looked very clean and airy to her. And the air was very floral and sweet smelling in certain places, and Elia was always fond of flowers. But the sweet-smelling air of the city didn't leave her blind to any thorns lurking around. That's why she's been on her guard ever since she arrived. She was only planning to stay for one day. One day, and she's gone. She could promise that much.

So the minute that she arrived in the city, she headed straight to the meeting place, a quaint coffee shop around the corner. Upon arriving, she noticed that the shop was pretty empty. But it didn't bother her at first. Majority of the meeting places she had were quiet places. So she got a cup of coffee and patiently waited... and waited... and waited... until she got a bit unnerved. She had been waiting for about 20 minutes and hasn't heard any word from her potential link. Having a gut feeling that something was wrong, she decided to check her phone. There were no new messages, but from the reflection of her phone, she noticed a few shady figures heading towards the shop, heading her way...

"Oh... perfect." she groaned. This was exactly what she didn't want to happen! She calmly paid for her coffee, and exited out from the other doors. She walked down the sidewalk, trying to blend herself in with the crowds so that the men behind her would lose track of her, but after walking down a few blocks, that didn't seem to be the case. Elia even tried turning corners, but they were still on her. That's when it hit her that the whole meet up was a set up.

So she needed to find the quickest way out of here. Her pace quickened a bit. Not enough to run, but enough to keep away and get some distance. See... this is why I didn't want to come here. she thought to herself. She's just praying that she doesn't bump into some poor soul while avoiding these people.

#vengefulhawk #wow this turned out really long #you don't have to match this length by any means!

//ooc: oh my... you're amazing, you're writing, the feelings it provokes. It tugs at my heartstrings. I would you love you! *hug* I would protect you! ;_;

/RICKON. *hugs you* come rickon and let us cry together.

i’m too attached for my own good i’m not gonna lie

#thewildwolfrickon #!:outoftabs #she'll probably won't drag you into her mess but she'll definitely appreciate it

[ooc: omg, that last anon ask... T__T I am dead in a pool of my own tears]

/Welcome to the cruise ship SS Feelings I am your Captain for the duration of this trip—

#fawnofgold #!:outoftabs #pats you its okay #i'm still crying

Do you ever feel like settling down and starting a new family and life? I know you can't replace your old family, but still, do you ever think 'what if?'

She couldn’t mask herself behind her persona when she was asked this. She had tried to think of some way to respond in a carefree, yet neutral sounding answer. But she couldn’t think of anything to say at first. She looked down at her hands, and clasped them tight together and set them loose again. She did this for a few moments before she looked up at the faceless man. She doesn’t want to answer, but her dark eyes said it all as they fought back tears. It was through them that Elia Martell came out.

“…Don’t ask me that.” she said softly. Of course she felt like settling down. Of course she felt like starting over and leading a quiet life. Deep down Elia knew, that this life was not her. It never was going to be for someone like her, someone so gentle-hearted. No matter how many deals she makes, how many dimes she would drop and how many connections she would make, nothing would change that.

Nothing would ever replace her family in her heart. She wouldn’t let that happen. But she is still a woman that has needs. Sometimes she imagines having someone at her side. Someone who would support her, someone to deal with the ugly things she’s seen and the bad parts of her. Someone to make her laugh and care for her, and to never leave her. And if there was a god that was truly forgiving, maybe they’d have a kid. Even if she couldn’t birth one herself, maybe they could adopt. And they could live far away from this cruel and dangerous world. It seemed like the perfect life…

…but she’s scared.

She is scared because who would ever love a woman that’s supposed to be dead, and someone that could never go back even if she wanted to. She is scared because she may not be able preserve that happiness. But most importantly, she is scared to lose it all over again. She’s scared of another shootout destroying her. Whether she dies with a bullet to her back, or dies inside when she sees the dead bodies of her family all over again… either way, she would be powerless to protect them if that would happen.

And she never wanted to feel that way again.

“I can’t think ‘what if’ because there is no ‘what if.’ Even if I wanted it… I can’t ever have it. Not with how I live or what I’ve seen.” she answered solemnly. This was a cruel business matching in an unforgiving world. She was born in it, almost died in it, and now she has to play in it until she wins or she dies for real. Not just because of her own desire for vengeance… but she feels like it’s the only thing she can do.

#!:theinquiries #extreme crying #hello i am too attached to my muse in any universe #ahh anon why this

fawnofgold

Myrcella needed a way out...

fawnofgold

Myrcella was instantly envious. Adults kept saying that when you’re a child you shouldn’t want to grow up. But they could not possibly understand what it’s like to be an adult trapped in the body of a child. She had real thoughts, complex thoughts and knowledge about the world but she had never experienced any of it for herself. Myrcella was itching to spread her wings.

“Yes… if only… well, thanks so much for listening to me. I guess I needed it more than I had thought.” Myrcella picked up her small clutch and pulled out a couple of bills for the cabbie. Opening the door, Myrcella turned back to the woman and finally thought it was time she introduced herself, even if she would probably never see this woman again, “I’m Myrcella by the way. Thanks again… uhm… sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

Noticing that the cab had briefly stop, she could only assume that this was the girl's stop. Hers was still a few blocks away, so she was going to be in this She could only give a smile as she began to pay the cabbie. "No problem. Sometimes you just need to vent in some way." she said. With the questions that she had asked her, she really needed it. It really wasn't too much of a big deal. Sometimes young girls needed to vent.

Hearing her give her name, Elia turned her head towards her. Ah, right. They didn't give their names earlier. She didn't even think of giving her name, since it was more than likely that they wouldn't cross paths again, being strangers and all. Myrcella... She had a pretty name for a pretty face though. But Elia wondered why her name sounded so familiar. She was sure she heard about another girl with the same name...

Well, seeing as they weren't going to see each other again and would probably forget about her tomorrow, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much to give the kid her name. "Elia. Good luck with your folks, Myrcella." she said, parting words from a complete stranger. "Remember, no saying that a stranger gave you life lessons!" she reminded, almost humorously.

#fawnofgold

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Willas wanted to hang up and go home but, he sat there listening to the woman.

“Olennas has been indisposed for the past few days. An you know as well as I do that she would not contact a Martell for help considering her feels about your family.”

The relationship between the Tyrells and Martells had been strained for sometime and when Willas got injured while in the car with Oberyn things had only gotten worse.