arianne.

ind. priv. sel. adapted by blossom.

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“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

❝ hush now,   sleep. ❞  her hands through his hair,  she wishes she could take the pain away from his body,  wishes she could change how things have been for him.  she loves him still,  even in all his pain and all his moments of weakness.  she strokes over his hair,  and cheeks,  and back,  rubbing gently and trying to make sure that the pain is taken from his body as much as it can be.  ❝ tomorrow will be another day,  and i am sure you will feel stronger. ❞

                             @thywillas sent.

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DORAN.

                              She had rejected his offering, and it was now evident that she was upset with him. Doran knew her to be vulnerable to her whims and moods when she had been a few years younger – but she was now twenty, and old enough, “ Arianne,” He let his hand fall to his side once more and took a step towards her, “ Have I done you ill? You …,” 

                             The Ailing Prince hesitated, unspoken words dying at his throat, all at once unsure of his own voice and mind. How could he expect his daughter to be honest with him when they have not spoken honestly for so long. He had lied to himself for years, but now it was clear that there was no longer any warmth between them. How did this happen? Had he been such a terrible father to her? Was he – in his careless solitude – been cruel to her? 

                             ( He too was not without sin nor fault; the lies, the masks, the daggers in the dark … )

                             “ What-ever comes to pass, sunflower,” A beat, more words unspoken, “ You will do well without me,”

she does not answer his question.   he knows what he does,  but he does not know that she understands the way he has sealed her fate without so much as speaking with her.  to answer would be to admit the pain that she has gone through,  would be to speak about how she has loved him true and does not understand why he would shun her in such a way.  to answer would be to break,  and she is made of sterner steel than to consider that an option.  no,  she would not answer,  and she would not break or think of all that could have been. 

❝ i have not doubted that,  FATHER. ❞  for she would action where he has simply sat and hidden on the sidelines too long.  she has the loyalty of the sand snakes by her side and with them,  she knows that she can stand strong.   she is the future that DORNE needs,  and she knows that she must take her place rather than letting her land fall to ruin through endless inaction. 

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shall we dance?

❝ and make them all so terribly jealous? ❞   for they are easily the most beautiful within the room,  and she has watched as eyes land upon the two.  laughter flows from ‘tween two lips,  though her eyes remain guarded as she walks in such a place.  she is aware of what happens to those of her kin when they walk through these halls.  she will not let herself be one of them.   ❝ they could not stand such a thing. ❞

                               @rcsethcrn sent.

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TRYSTANE.

Trystane is unaware of his sister’s presence until he hears her voice behind him. He’s observing Myrcella, but it seems that he has been being observed himself. There has always been a certain distance between the two of them- both in age and relationship. It might have been better had Quentyn been there to bond them, but his absence seemed to hold them apart. 

“ She does, ” Trystane answers cautiously. “ I can only hope to make her happier here than she was in King’s landing. ”

he is in love,  and it shows through on his face.  perhaps she would feel nauseated if it were not so necessary for everything she holds in her plans.  ARIANNE needs her brother to fall in love with a lion girl,  and she will not lament when everything falls into place.  she is determined,  of course,  and her single-mind does not falter.  ❝  from what i hear,   anything would be better than such a place. ❞   she wouldn’t know,   she’s never been there.  she’s only heard passing tales from those who return.    ❝  it seems you have been lucky in your betrothal. ❞     it’s jealousy that clouds her tone,  though she wishes she might mask it.  the time should have come and gone when she would have the same.

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💋

lips press together,  fingertips brushing through tendrils of the other woman’s hair and pulling her closer in swift motion.   she sighs into the kiss,  happiness sweeping through her as they press together.  what is better than one queen?   of course it is two,  and two joined like this can only be a force that might change the way the world works. 

                    @breakercfchains sent.

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ELIA.

dainty   arms   embrace   her   niece   lovingly ,         eyes   closing   momentarily .         oh ,     the   joys   of   coming   home !        happy .       safe .          away    from    all    the    troubles    that    clawed    tender    nerves    at    king’s   landing .     palm   rests   on   the   girl’s   cheek   ever   so   gently .         ❝    my,  my !     look  at  you.    how   beautiful   you’ve   become !    ❞        a   kiss   placed   on   the   other’s   forehead ,     a   full    smile    forming    on   cherry   lips .        ❝    I  hope  I  didn’t  keep  you  waiting  too  long.    tell  me,   my  dear.    how  are  you ?     where  are  your   brothers ?     ❞

laughter graces well on her lips,  small crinkles forming in the corners of her eyes;    she knows she is radiant in the waning heat of the sun.  perhaps hands cling a little hard,  knitting into the material that she wears and solidifying herself with the woman she idolises.  her own MOTHER across the sea and few other women who would care for her so.    ❝  quentyn is at his foster home and trystane playing in the waters. ❞   eyes around the woman,  she watches in hope that she might see her other cousins once more.  ❝  rhaenys and aegon?     do they come too?  ❞     for she would deeply love to speak with others her own age,   and learn of anything out of her home.

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arianne is 100% a daddy’s girl.  even when we see her angry with him and resenting his style of leadership,  that comes from the hurt that she feels over the perceived rejection of her and her birthright.  she is angry because doran was once the centre of her world,  and she loved him asany dutiful daughter should.  it is only after the letter that her resentment begins to bloom within her.  but that anger and hatred is all about the pain that she feels and she would be back by his side if she knew what was truly happening (though she finds it a lot harder to reconcile with quent)

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“whose blood is that?” ( from forstarfall )

perhaps she is lost in her own daze;  the days seem longer now,  and the sound of a voice something sacred.   perhaps she punishes all in the way she wears those spoiled garbs of the moments when her plan broke,  and she broke harder.  the princess know she is different now;  even bones feel strange as they lie under her skin and hold the fractured pieces together.   she attempts a smile,  never letting it reach clouded eyes. ❝ forgive me,  i do not know. ❞  and her voice falters and shakes as she speaks,  but still she stands without hesitation,  strength clear from within.

                            @forstarfall sent.

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█ ▌◆ moulin rouge sentence starters.

❛ the greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love and be loved in return. ❜ ❛ i owe you nothing. and you are nothing to me. thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love. ❜ ❛ seasons may change, winter to spring;  i love you until the end of time. ❜ ❛ come what may, i will love you until my dying day. ❜ ❛ he will fight for me. ❜ ❛ it’s a little bit funny. ❜ ❛ never fall in love with a woman who sells herself. it always ends bad. ❜ ❛ i can’t carry on without you. ❜ ❛ why does my heart cry? ❜ ❛ i don’t like this ending. ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore! ❜ ❛ we are creatures of the underworld. we can’t afford to love. ❜ ❛ i’m paid to make men believe what they want to believe. ❜ ❛ i can’t believe it, i’m in love. ❜ ❛ the difference between you and i is that you can leave anytime you choose. ❜ ❛ when will i begin to live again? ❜ ❛ you’re a beautiful woman. ❜ ❛ i love sex. ❜ ❛ where were you last night? ❜ ❛ you don’t have to lie to me. ❜ ❛ we have to end it. everybody knows. ❜ ❛ i saw you together. ❜ ❛ it’s nothing. it’s just an infatuation … it’s nothing. ❜ ❛ you’re going to be bad for business, i can tell. ❜ ❛ then i’ll write a song and whenever you sing it or hear it or whistle or hum it then you’ll know. it’ll mean we love one another. ❜ ❛ it’s not that i’m a jealous man. i just don’t like other people touching my things. ❜ ❛ today’s the day when dreaming ends. ❜ ❛ how could i know in those last fatal days that a force darker than jealousy and stronger than love had begun to take hold. ❜ ❛ only you can save him. ❜ ❛ i was a fool to believe. it all ends today. ❜ ❛ outside it may be raining but in here it’s entertaining. ❜ ❛ things aren’t always what they seem. ❜ ❛ things are exactly the way they seem. ❜ ❛ everything’s going so well! ❜ ❛ i couldn’t! i couldn’t go through with it! i saw you there and i felt differently! I couldn’t pretend! ❜ ❛ i don’t want to pretend anymore. i didn’t want to lie. ❜ ❛ we have each other, that’s all that matters. ❜

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just hold me. ’

❝ hush now. ❞  she has not seen wounds in such close contact before,  has not watched blood as it falls from a warrior’s body and over her own shaking hands as she holds herself together and tries to find the strength she has always been convinced she possesses.   her own eyes fill with blinkered tears as she takes him into her arms and strokes soft fingers down his chests.  there will be a healer who comes to him,  she has already screamed until she knew someone would come,  but now all she can do is offer comfort in this moment.  ❝ just look at me,  i’m here. ❞  has never heard such shaking in her voice;  war is well to play at when it stands on a distance,  but right in front of her eyes and it is terrible.  ❝ have you ever felt the midday sun on your skin?  when the heat is so intense that all you can think of is to sleep,  and then wake up in the long hours before sunset and feel refreshed and renewed?  i’ll show you one day.  i’ll show you away from this. ❞  she promises him,  and the GODS,  and hopes he might live to let her keep it.

                                    @righteousinwarth sent.

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he is never so bold !!  he scarce takes her in his arms without her embracing him,  and she finds herself shaking,  tumbling into his arms,  taken by the sensation.  their lips clash together,  and she is aware of his hand in her hair and his chest against hers and their breath mingling together and she finds that she loves him.  it is a staggering truth,  one she could not imagine finding within herself when she came to this place,  and the force of it almost knocks her from where she stands.  hands grasp,  fingernails perhaps digging a little too hard in his  forearms as she lets her new knowledge wash over her.   she loves him.  she loves him.  she loves him.   words repeat onwards into her mind until she is sure the knowledge of them is carved into her bones and tucked under her ribcage.  she cannot do anything by halves.  and she is kissing him,  until she can no longer find air in her lungs.

                                    @thywillas sent. 

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