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@rcgued
an independent, private multimuse blog featuring characters from george rr martin's a song of ice and fire series and fire & blood. a mixture of book-based, show-based & head canon-based. as loved by cat. please note: this blog is super low activity & will be iconless.
//. RULES (MOBILE FRIENDLY BELOW) ///. MUSES BELOW ////. HEAVILY AFFILIATED WITH : @stovmborn, @winterreigned, @theyoungwclf, @scndor // @prodigum
“I don’t ship jonsa” ok liar ://// what do you call all those knuckle rubs we had 🥲😭
i said i don’t ship jonsa, i didn’t say i don’t ship robbjonsa, sometimes minus the robb
** 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋.
ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ's ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ɴᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜰɪꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏsᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇss ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ. ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ROBB, ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱɴᴏᴡꜰʟᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴀɪʀ. ᴋɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ. ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ BRAN, ᴄʟᴀᴍʙᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟʟ, ᴀɢɪʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏ. ᴏꜰ RICKON'S ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ᴏꜰ SANSA, ʙʀᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴊᴏɴ sɴᴏᴡ. ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ARYA, ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙɪʀᴅ'ꜱ ɴᴇꜱᴛ.
** 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄.
ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀɴᴅꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ KING, ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴀ KING, ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ QUEEN. ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ɢʀᴀɴᴅꜱᴏɴꜱ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴘꜱᴛᴏɴᴇꜱ, ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊.
im gonna have a minor blog revamp see y’all on the flipside
@rcgued gets a starter they didn't ask for!
Truly, she has never felt more powerful than she does now. Shireen looks down at the water beneath her from her saddle, at the outline of Grey Ghost reflected on the water's surface, with nothing short of awe. They keep high in the air, out of the potential range of the scorpions, which only makes them seem more alarming to Shireen. She'd watched the dragons flying overhead plenty of times, and it still filled her with a surge of fear to see their outlines above her in the clouds. How could it not? They were dragons. But now, as something she's seeing from dragonback rather than the ground, she can appreciate just how beautiful it all is.
Shireen is getting more confident in riding, though flying over the water provides more of a challenge with fighting against the winds. She nearly falls from her saddle twice, but manages to even herself out before she sees Meleys coasting over the waves to reprieve her from her watch.
For just a moment, House Baratheon rules the sky.
Shireen turns Grey Ghost back towards Dragonstone, and spots a small figure on the beach. She circles closer before bringing Grey Ghost down to land on the beach. She slides carefully off of her saddle, only stumbling a little, and gives Grey Ghost's neck a little pat before she looks at Daemon still standing on the beach.
"My Lord," she says, giving a little bow before she approaches. She pulls off her riding gloves with a wince, rubbing at her greyscale-marked hands in an attempt to ease the discomfort. "Nothing to report from the Gullet. The blockade remains strong. Meleys keeps watch now."
** THE ROGUE PRINCE.
there was a small smile on daemon's lip as he watched the girl descend from the sky. it was hard to not let his mind cast back to when he was a younger man and had claimed caraxes as his own mount. it was funny how strong the memories were as they weaved through. there were things he had not thought of for many years.
the feeling of riding on the back of vermithor as his late grandsire held him steady. it was the first time he could remember seeing dragonstone from the skies. it all seemed so small, so far away and out of reach. they flew over king's landing too, and daemon found himself thinking of his great great grandsire, the conqueror. when he had come to king's landing on the back of the black dread. it had once been little more than a fishing village. aegon had forged a kingdom.
"very good." daemon nodded, gaze returning from the past and focusing solely on the girl before him. "and how did you find the ride? how was grey ghost?" how strange it was to see them take to the skies together ── there was so little of old valyria in her, if any at all. it mattered not to him, as long as there was dragons that fought for them dancing in the sky.
** THE LITTLE LION.
───── @winterreigned sent a raven : the boy is cersei's own blood. she wants him on the throne. ** [ ask meme ]
eyes of black and green watch sansa closely as she speaks, squinting slightly as the words tumble from her lips. tyrion could not help wonder if this was a connection that sansa had only just made, or if she was affirming it for both herself and him. if it was the former, he worried for her. if it was the latter, he worried less.
"want is perhaps not quite the right word for this situation." his words were nearly a chuckle, but in truth, joffrey on the throne was almost anything but funny. "cersei has him on the throne and i can't imagine they will be relinquishing that power anytime soon."
tyrion could not help but wonder if this had truly been what cersei wanted. she was not blind to how ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛʀᴏᴜꜱ the boy was, although perhaps the love she held for him had fogged her view. it was clear that with power, his monstrosity grew. each day, he seemed to get worse and worse. sansa, although no longer his betrothed, still seemed to get among the worst of it. tyrion pitied the girl. she had been so excited when her father had moved her from winterfell to king's landing. now, it was all gone and she had become little more than joffrey's plaything.
"and you, lady stark?" he asked, allowing himself a step towards the girl, but ensuring that distance remained between them. "what do you want?"
𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌, that is what grandmother had always taught her. there was always a bigger picture ; why stop as paramounts of the reach ──── great wealth and large armies could only do so much when you were still stifled beneath the feet of dragons. otto hightower had grown too comfortable, her family warned. there was great fear, no doubt, that his close ties with the crown could see the hightowers usurp the tyrells from their seats in the reach. HIGHGARDEN WAS FOR THE TYRELLS, her family would see to that. no doubt why their prized golden rose had been betrothed to the rogue dragon prince.
margaery always knew she'd leave home, her greater purpose was to secure an ideal match, produce worthy heirs. though her own political ambitions saw her seeking out more than simple proposals that had been thrown her way. no tullys or lannisters would do, her eye was on the throne. while the hightowers managed to secure that seat for alicent ; margaery would settle for the next best thing : PRINCESS. though, mayhaps, the gods have other plans, their scheming could benefit that of the lady tyrell. viserys was growing older, his boys still babes, would the realm truly settle for a queen in rhaenrya? these were gambles the thorned beauty was willing to take.
the gardens of the red keep pale to those of high garden. truthfully, king's landing left much to be desired. though her own personal biases aside, she continues a confident stride to the other side of the garden, brown eyes finding the striking white locks of daemon. each step closer feeds her ambitions, chocolate hues locked on him readies her demeanor. FEMININITY IS A WEAPON, BEAUTY A SWORD. though above all, her mind and tongue were sharper. it has cultivated into the perfect storm that is margaery tyrell. it seems her whole life has readied her for this moment, for a rose to stand tall and unbending amongst the ferocity of dragons.
❝ ──── my prince, ❞ she greets, voice smooth. there's a curtsy of respect, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips. ❝ i have heard many tales of your victories, yet they've all failed to capture the true prince daemon, the one who stands before me. ❞ flattery, men always seemed to eat it up. egotistical bastards, they all were. still, she remains the role of awestruck damsel, lashes flutter slightly, head cocked, margaery's eyes trail slightly, a tease almost. a move that allows men to think she'd be to offer her maidenhead up rather quickly.
❝ yet, i have come to learn that whispers of court are seldom what they seem. envy surely has a way of twisting the truth, do you think? ❞ more admiration, more strokes of the ego. everyone is wrong but you. all tricks she had collected up her sleeve.
** THE ROGUE PRINCE.
violet eyes flicker up and down her form. she was beautiful, there was very little doubt of that. the tyrells had been the house of 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 and of them, it seemed, margaery was the fairest. fresh for the picking, alicent had mocked. her beauty, of course, softened the blow; but a blow it was still. he had hoped after rhea's fall, viserys would leave him be. he had done his time and served his marriage sentence. now, the only one he had eyes for was the king's own daughter, but his brother would do whatever it took to keep rhaenyra from the prince.
her words were even fairer than she. her eyelashes fluttered methodically, as though she had timed each blink to a tee. perhaps it was daemon's enduring distrust, but there was something disingenuine about the way she spoke and move, as if it had been lifted from the pages of a book. more than likely it had; there was little more to a woman than the husband she wed.
he smiled a smile as polite as he could muster, bowing his head a little as he did so. "you flatter me." perhaps if this had been his first bride, he would have allowed more interest to weave itself within his monotonous tones. still, he thought, she could have been ugly. maybe he could allow himself to enjoy it a little.
her words took him by surprise. few women seemed to understand the truth of the court. most were entrapped by the whispers, clawing to hear the next piece of gossip that found itself muttered from mouth to ear and mouth once more. he did not mind. he was not blinded to their opinions of him. what margaery had missed was that he did not care. in fact, it aided him ── he had not become prisoner to their OPINIONS as many others had.
"if envy is what you would call it." what would they have to be envious of? he had no crown. and as this betrothal had proven, he had no say, either. he could not even decide his own wife. "i am, however, glad that the tales of my victory are on the tongues of the court. it beats the other allegations that have been made as of late." he hadn't killed rhea, but once the realm had called you guilty, it matters not if the king declares you innocent, you have been BRANDED. in fact, he wished he had. he would have 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 to see the bronze bitches face as she fell.
𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑, what they must do , what honor demands of them to do. winterfell was robbed of them ; taken in an act of betrayal of the highest order. between greyjoys and boltons , the stark ancestral home longed for its rightful inhabitants , and oh how they longed for her. sansa is used to disagreement with jon , their eyes never quite saw straight , not the way they had with robb. yet arguing with him now , after all that has come to pass , makes this familiar dynamic uncomfortable ──── like a fabric that itches the skin , eager to rip off.
perhaps , above all , it is fear for her life. where is she to go? the boltons want her dead , the lannisters as well. it seems an enemy lurked in every corner and nowhere was safe for her. the security of her brother was enough ──── for now. but what of when she has to leave the night's watch? he has said it himself , this is his duty now. is she destined for a life of a nomad? bouncing from place to place, not getting too familiar , shedding the skin of sansa stark and truly becoming that of alayne stone.
❝ you've fulfilled your oath , no? died for it, lord commander. ❞ great emphasis on the title. she's proud of jon , truly , for making something of himself in a world that had little room for bastards. yet , in this moment , she cannot reasonably see how he wishes to remain. to be apart of a group that would rather him die than live under his command.
❝ you talk of this great war , of the dead marching ... ❞ the words feel foreign on her tongue , almost as if she still doesn't believe it ( though she does , her brother's warnings are taken to heart ). ❝ the best way to fight an enemy beyond the wall is a united north , control of winterfell , alliance with great houses we trust. ❞ facing her brother , sansa sighs. her eyes , much like her mother's , seek out the pair that look so much like her father's. ❝ i know cersei , she would not allow the king to aid the night's watch. do you truthfully see ramsay bolton sacrificing his men for your cause? ❞ arms reach out to hold his hand, squeeze it gently. ❝ we take back winterfell , we win the great war. ❞
his next questions disarms her , surprise taking her off guard. yet , her grasp still remains on his hands. ❝ i do , now more than ever. ❞ it is not the foolish naiveties of a young girl , but if she and jon had made it this far , why not the others? ❝ we both know better than to assume arya dead. bran and rickon , from the moment theon confessed he never burned them , something in me remained hopeful... ❞ there's want in her voice , desperation to be reunited with the remaining wolf pups of winterfell. a refusal to admit the probable demise of them all.
** THE BASTARD OF WINTERFELL.
her words cause jon to twitch, a near silent wince clawing from his throat. wherever it was that he had gone when his brothers had plunged their swords into his stomach had been cold and dark and silent. he had tried to move his hand, but there was nothing there; all feeling had fled and left nothing but repeated torment. his voice had been ripped from him, his eyes plucked and limbs torn from the flesh. he had become nothing but thoughts lost in the void. he didn't want to think about what this meant. he dared not think about his father and robb, or perhaps even bran, arya and rickon. had they tried to move their hand too? had they tried to scream like he did? did they try desperately to remember the face of those they had loved, praying to never forget, watching them change form over and over before their very eyes? did they cling to sanity, or did they ── wondering was no good, for all it did was cause further ᴛᴏʀᴍᴇɴᴛ. maybe none of it had been real. he hoped it hadn't.
as the years at the wall had passed him by, the RAGE that had plagued jon since he was a boy had begun to subdue, replaced with something more stoic. yet his sister knew how to draw the boy out and paint him red once more. it was no good for either of them to see him as the villain. would she have him desert? his mind trailed back to the weeks before his lord father left for king's landing and how easily ice sliced through the deserter's neck. he was alive, and just as quickly, he was dead. his father had told him, robb, theon and bran what an oath had meant. he could not let his father down, even when death had seperated them for so long.
"you cannot understand." he sucked in the air around him, letting his gaze falls from hers and his jaw to tighten. "i have dreamed of winterfell every night sleep has permitted me." he remember it all. the feeling of the wall as his finger tips brushed past, how heavy my wooden sword felt in his grip, and exactly how it balanced, the sounds of hushed tones outside of his chambers at night. "but i am not dead, sansa. perhaps i was, but right now, right this second, my heart beats within my chest. i swore until my last breath and there are still breaths to come."
the squeeze of her hand brushes the red away, replaced now only with melancholy. jon wished it could be different. he would do what he could to protect sansa; she could make home in mole's town, although far from the castles she was used to, it was surely better than death. he'd let her stay here a while, too, if that was what she wanted. but winterfell had fallen and it was not his place to reclaim it.
"i pray to the old gods that your hope is not misplaced." he longed to feel the same hope she did, but death seemed to plague the starks. it was as though they had been cursed. it was a miracle that sansa and jon still lived. "but even if they live, i fear winterfell is lost. the bolton's are the wardens of the north now, and although i don't doubt the northern men would declare for house stark, i am sure many fear the boltons and what may come of them and their houses if they were to do so. i can help YOU, sansa, but that is all i can do."
** THE ROGUE PRINCE.
───── @vowmaker sent a raven : it’s not going to be easy, you know. ** [ ask meme ]
valyrian steel had an edge so sharp that it never dulled, even centuries after being forged, but compared to the violet glare of daemon targaryen, dark sister seemed little more than a wooden sword.
they had fought once before at his brother's tourney what seemed like a lifetime ago, and it had left a mark of shame on daemon that he could not seem to move past. years had past, but he had not forgot how criston had dishonoured him and waited until daemon's back had turned to take a shot. nor had he forgotten how he had bestowed his favour upon rhaenyra.
the king was long dead now. the world was a different place. daemon was a different man entirely ── a husband, a father, a king of some description. and criston had gone from a knight to the supposed hand of a traitor and a usurper. yet, with his hand curled over the hilt of dark sister, daemon could not help but feel like it would easy.
"i suppose, ser criston cole, there is only one way for us to find out how easy it shall be." there was more than a hint of mockery in his tone, a smirk licking his lips as his fingers tightened.
by habit alone alicent's fingers tangled together, squeezing and rubbing and loosening and from the start again. she pursed her lips, offering a sharp nod of her head. “i know. i'm not as naive as you believe me to be.”
duty. them, of all people, were tied to it one way or another. once your name became important enough, you'd be caught in the web of such affairs before you caught even think of a defense. it hadn't been a truth lost to her; one day, alicent would marry and her match would be an important one. prince daemon, however, had not once been on her list. and knowing of his prior marriage, alicent was not particularly filled with optimism.
“you look as forward to this marriage as i do.” her eyes drifted from his face, angry and twisted down to her fingers, the need within her to pull at her cuticles until they bled moving her muscles and joints. “though i wish for a husband who shall humiliate me even less. i do not have the luxury of a castle to call my own, where i may retreat and return your oblivion. if... it is your plan to fly on dragonback and abandon me, i'd beg that you do it now.”
the lady raised her eyes once more; meeting the prince's gaze and not looking away. every inch of her body ached for her to recoil—she felt bare, naked in every sense of the word there was. his dismay she expected, though his scorn and amusement she feared. what did she have, except for her dignity? “though if you intend to remain, i wager talking is the least we ought to do.”
** THE ROGUE PRINCE.
his eyebrow raised in slight at her comment ── it was hard to believe for a moment that it could be true. she may have thought herself worldly, mature perhaps, but that did not make it so. there were so little lines on her face; what could she have truly experienced? she had been no man's wife & almost certainly knew very little of life outside of the reach or king's landing; probably even outside of the hightower and the red keep. still, daemon's feet remained planted to the spot, intrigued by what else she had to say. alicent was already more interesting than the bronze bitch.
her words made it clear that she was familiar with his last marriage (or lack thereof). for a moment daemon considered walking away, finding caraxes and taking flight for dragonstone until the day of their wedding, then leave immediately after. but the way her voice commanded him had become almost amusing to daemon, drawing him in, curious to see if she could keep up what he had begun to suspect was a charade. he could see the way her fingers twisted and danced around one another and he was certain to make note of it for the future.
"i will ask you again, my lady. what shall we talk about?" the condescension had all but disappeared from his tone, joined now with something of a playful mockery. "you are right; if we are to wed, we should get our conversation started now. perhaps we can discuss our favourite meals if we are to live together, or how many children we wish to sire and what we shall call each one and why, or maybe even what positions we'd like to try out when we fuck in our marital bed."
:: 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 // THE ROGUE PRINCE.
daemon did NOT murder rhea. it is true that he was not in king's landing when her fall took place, instead visiting a bedmate that he had met during one of his much earlier visits to dreary runestone.
although he did not kill her, that does not mean to say he is not extremely welcoming of her death and what it entails. to say he was overjoyed would be an exaggeration as he mostly felt indifferent to his marriage. he certainly did not much like her, seeing her more of a nuisance than anything else. her existence had become a direct block of his plans to marry rhaeneyra and perhaps a little further down the line he may have considered a more drastic course of action. luckily for him, she fell from her horse.
bang me / for jon i forgot this is a multi now
jons pants are already around his ankles as he runs towards sansa, tripping over the aforementioned pants. "you don't know HOW LONG I HAVE WAITED ───"
** THE BASTARD OF WINTERFELL.
───── @wcstcros sent a raven : [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms ** [ ask meme ]
the shivers were becoming uncontrollable, the spasm possessing each limb and gripping them until they ached, releasing for just a moment, and clenching once more. it did not hurt as much as it did when jon tried to suck in the air. it felt so cold as it slithered down his throat. his chest tried desperately to expand, but the breaths kept getting sucked and spilling from his lips before they could reach his lungs. he kept hoping it would get better, that the panic would cast itself aside so that he could rise and carry on the fight, but each breath seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. it was only when he saw the 𝐑𝐄𝐃 on ygritte's hands did he understand why.
he did not feel the arrow at all. not when it hit him, and not now, as it stuck out from his upper abdomen. blood rushed out, pooling around him. it had blanketed his torso already and was beginning to stain ygritte's furs as she pulled him in closer. guilt hit him, realising how hard it would be for her to wash out. she may even have to replace them and there was nothing he could do to help.
"i...─ i ── " the words were ripping at jon's throat. had it always been so cold up north? it was hard to remember. in fact, it was getting harder to remember anything at all. his eyes focused on ygritte's face and he remembered that; she was too hard to forget. he could paint it if someone asked him to. he could find the exact shade of fire that licked her hair if he were stranded in an endless ocean . he could raise hills that resembled the curves of her body.
his hand shook as it made it's way to the arrow, trying to grip it, failing, falling limp. he didn't want to give up, but it hurt so much and he suddenly felt so tired. fear painted jon's face, lips trembling, a boy once more. there was no winterfell, no ned stark, no robb or sansa or bran or rickon or arya. oh, arya. how he wished he could have seen her again. she would have loved ygritte almost as much as he did.
his hand longs to find hers but movements begin to fail him entirely. all he can do is let his teeth chatter and wonder why winter was coming, and coming so quickly. his vision was weakening now, peripherals growing darker and darker until all there was was her face, staring back at him.
"i di.. i didn't ── k.. know." he didn't want to leave her, he felt so guilty going now. mayhaps they were on opposite sides of this war, but every part of him ached to protect her and he couldn't. he had failed. he had failed them all and now he had to go. "i'm... i'm sorry." it's the very last of his breath, followed only by shaky half breaths that empty out his lungs. his body falls limp 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦.
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❝ if you’re done lying to me, then you should stop lying to yourself. ❞ ❝ it’s not going to be easy, you know. ❞ ❝ well, it sounds like you’re working for a nutcase. ❞ ❝ make sure that you’re safe. ❞ ❝ look, i wanted to tell you! i wanted to! but how could i? ❞ ❝ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry for what happened to you. ❞ ❝ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❞ ❝ wait, wait, wait. something about this feels kinda hinky. ❞ ❝ what a warm and homey place, huh? ❞ ❝ i’m willing to forgive and forget. for old time’s sake. ❞ ❝ looks like he was killed. ripped to shreds actually. ❞ ❝ these guys have been tailing me for weeks. thought i lost them. ❞ ❝ should i be flattered, or worried? ❞ ❝ so with our luck, what’s the odds this volcano is going to erupt on us? ❞ ❝ i hope i don’t go to hell for this. ❞ ❝ i can handle this. i’m tough. i grew up with nuns. ❞ ❝ fair warning, last person who betrayed me wound up dead. ❞ ❝ you told me you’d say out of trouble. ❞ ❝ how do i know you’re real? ❞ ❝ don’t ever point a gun at me again. ❞ ❝ make sure that you’re safe. ❞ ❝ i have made a lot of mistakes. a lot. i’m not a perfect man. ❞ ❝ i had a lousy father. lousy childhood. ❞ ❝ sounds terrible. check his wallet. ❞ ❝ let’s not forget who walked out on whom. you don’t get to be jealous. ❞ ❝ progress demands sacrafice. ❞ ❝ shut up. i really thought you were gone this time. ❞ ❝ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❞ ❝ on a scale of 1-10, how scared were you that i was gonna die? ❞ ❝ i can’t walk away. i’m tired of walking away. ❞ ❝ even an enemy must be fed and sheltered. are you my enemy? ❞ ❝ we can still stop him. i can help you. ❞ ❝ gotta say, you have a real knack for breaking things. ❞ ❝ do as i say not as i do. ❞ ❝ looks like hell spit you back out. ❞ ❝ what’s your story, anyway? ❞ ❝ i don’t take big risks without a good payday. ❞ ❝ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❞ ❝ you can’t reform the villain and save the day. it’s just not done like that. ❞ ❝ sorry, i just need to get my head back in the game. ❞ ❝ this isn’t our fight. it’s my fight. ❞ ❝ i won’t let them hurt you. ❞ ❝ skip the mind games. you don’t know me. ❞ ❝ no offense, but your ancestor was a right asshole. ❞ ❝ you’re unusually quiet. what’s up your bum? ❞ ❝ that was my last cigarette. ❞ ❝ okay, well, why don’t you just walk away? ❞ ❝ why this obsession? i’m just worried. ❞ ❝ i can’t…i can’t breathe…i just…can’t breathe… ❞ ❝ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❞ ❝ if you let these bastards win - after this - i will never forgive you. ❞ ❝ you’ve got your pride all tangled up in this thing. it’s making you reckless. ❞ ❝ any trouble you shoot first and ask questions later. ❞ ❝ dangerous to be out so late. ❞ ❝ easy now. look at me. ❞ ❝ my leg! don’t touch it! i know it’s broken! ❞ ❝ are you going to join me, darling? ❞ ❝ this is my gig. you want your share, you play by my rules. ❞ ❝ we don’t get to choose how we start in life. real greatness? it’s what you do with the hand you’re dealt. ❞ ❝ i always felt that we were destined for something great. ❞ ❝ you should relax. you’ll live longer. ❞ ❝ i taught you better than that. ❞ ❝ so that’s a no? felt like a no. ❞ ❝ quit acting like you’re gonna lie down and die, all right? ❞ ❝ i have a spare bed. ❞ ❝ is there no bottom for your ignorance? ❞ ❝ even cornered dogs bite back. ❞ ❝ that one is my favourite. it makes your eyes twinkle. ❞ ❝ admit it. you’re gonna miss this ass. ❞ ❝ you think i’m a monster, but you’re no different from me. ❞ ❝ how many people have you killed? how many? ❞ ❝ you will not stand in the way of destiny. ❞ ❝ you stick with me, i’ll teach you a few things. ❞ ❝ well, if you’d like, i can tell you where to stick it. ❞ ❝ face it, genius, you’ve been played. ❞ ❝ yeah, keep smiling, asshole. ❞ ❝ i got nothing to prove. ❞ ❝ don’t hand it to me. i’ve had everything handed to me ❞ ❝ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❞ ❝ you stick your neck out, you’re asking to lose your head. ❞ ❝ oh, and now you’re blushing. ❞ ❝ just so you know, it’s not my first lost city. ❞ ❝ are you always this clever? ❞ ❝ i was trying to rescue you, as a matter of fact. ❞ ❝ you know, at this point, i’ve run out of words. ❞ ❝ what do you say we really ruin this guy’s day? ❞ ❝ whether you die or not, i don’t really care. ❞ ❝ i thought you…i saw you get shot. ❞ ❝ it’s like a camera. you just…point and shoot, right? ❞ ❝ god, who’s being unprofessional now? ❞ ❝ i always knew you were gonna make something of yourself one day. ❞ ❝ let’s just pretend i skipped all of sunday school. ❞ ❝ oh no you didn’t do that. that’s not funny! ❞ ❝ save the world, triumph over evil. ❞ ❝ are you trying to kill me? ❞ ❝ know what i love about partying with a bunch of crooks? nobody cares that you smoke indoors. ❞ ❝ you gave me a goddamn heartattack. ❞ ❝ i’ll die a thousand deaths before i let you win. ❞ ❝ i didn’t tell you because i was afraid…of losing you. ❞ ❝ what ever happened to just living a normal life? ❞ ❝ even if you think you’re protecting me, you don’t have a right to shut me out like that. ❞ ❝ i mean… thanks for saving me. ❞ ❝ en garde, dickhead. ❞ ❝ i love you. ❞ ❝ come on! we can get out of here together. ❞ ❝ everything i touch turns to shit. ❞ ❝ how did you find me anyway? ❞ ❝ i’ve got my eye on you. ❞ ❝ you were going to sell me out, weren’t you? ❞ ❝ love to know what you’re thinking. ❞ ❝ well, well, well. get it? ‘cause you know, it’s a well. ❞ ❝ it’s a shame we’re leaving empty handed though. ❞ ❝ okay…yeah…how do i look? ❞ ❝ thank me after we get out of this alive. ❞ ❝ you’re lucky that i found you when i did. ❞ ❝ they’re just saying that because it gets to you. ❞ ❝ look, if you’re into shady stuff it’s totally cool. ❞ ❝ ha. that’s my girl. ❞ ❝ i made a promise that i was done with this life. ❞ ❝ listen, sunshine, the world doesn’t care. ❞ ❝ well, that’s it. now you know everything. ❞ ❝ don’t even think about not coming back. ❞ ❝ you know, i shot the man who told me that. ❞ ❝ i thought that i’d be satisfied. instead, i’m left with this strange feeling of emptiness. ❞ ❝ as thrilling as the next adventure may be, in the end, you’re always left with that same feeling. ❞ ❝ you know, i didn’t think i could trust you either. ❞ ❝ i almost lost you once before. i just can’t do that again. ❞ ❝ don’t even think about not coming back. ❞ ❝ that’s it! no compassion! no mercy! ❞ ❝ sentimentality in this line of work will get you killed. ❞ ❝ i need your help…and you need mine. ❞ ❝ i kept your tears in a jar. ❞ ❝ i expected you to have my back. ❞ ❝ tell you what. when i get back, pizza’s on me. ❞ ❝ death. it smelled like death. ❞ ❝ so they have beaten you, eh? your quest’s over? ❞ ❝ you listen to your mum, okay? ❞ ❝ trust me - your ego will mend. ❞ ❝ i hope i live to regret this. ❞ ❝ these men were all shot. ❞ ❝ be a lot easier just to let go. ❞ ❝ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❞ ❝ seems like i am always saving your ass. ❞ ❝ i never asked for any of your bloody heroics. ❞ ❝ the guys in prison used to say, ‘you can steal to eat or you can steal to get rich.’ i say, why not both? ❞ ❝ you were never a chocolate and flower kinda girl. ❞ ❝ i don’t have your luck. people like me know when to walk away from the table. ❞ ❝ appreciate the update, captain obvious. ❞ ❝ you made your choice. ❞ ❝ don’t tell me you’re buying all into that supernatural nonsense. ❞ ❝ i couldn’t sleep last time i saw that. ❞ ❝ it’s actually nice working with a woman for a change. ❞ ❝ i’m lucky you’re on my side. ❞ ❝ do you really think all this really could be true? ❞ ❝ you know, it’s kind of romantic down here. ❞ ❝ just wish i’d brought something to read. ❞ ❝ you can relax. we’re safe here. ❞ ❝ i am surrounded by traitors and fools. ❞ ❝ just don’t get us killed. ❞ ❝ what are you shaking for? ❞ ❝ parents must be worried about you. ❞ ❝ i wonder what you’re really scared of…not bullets, or blood, or broken bones… ❞ ❝ i don’t need your bullet-ridden-corpse on my conscience. let’s go. ❞ ❝ yeah, i’m fine. oh, but - you’re bleeding. ❞ ❝ i do seem to attract the scum of the earth. ah - no offense. ❞ ❝ all this grandeur, hidden away from the world. ❞ ❝ if we don’t make it out here, i just want you to know - i hate your guts. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a bad feeling about this place. ❞ ❝ that’s my blood. that’s my blood. that’s a lot of my blood. ❞ ❝ you should play the hero more often. it suits you. ❞ ❝ eyes ahead, don’t look down. ❞ ❝ here - grab my hand. ❞ ❝ no matter what it is, you’re supposed to come to me so we can work it out together… as a team. ❞ ❝ you know nothing is ever truly destroyed. just purified and reborn. ❞ ❝ you just - totally crushed that moment. you know that, right? ❞ ❝ you’re a selfish dickhead. ❞ ❝ i do speak a little bit of ____, you know. wait, what did you say? ❞ ❝ i know you. you’re no hero. ❞ ❝ i wish you could’ve been there. ❞ ❝ hey, are you happy? ❞ ❝ you’re not gonna pass out on me or nothing, are you? ❞ ❝ look, i…um….i’m not good with the whole people thing. ❞ ❝ i’ve had worse nights, believe me. ❞ ❝ let’s find somewhere a little more private. ❞ ❝ hey, take it easy. you’ve been out for almost half an hour. ❞ ❝ to rule people, you first must sow chaos. ❞ ❝ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❞ ❝ take me with you. ❞ ❝ i’m left with this strange feeling of emptiness. ❞ ❝ anyone ever tell you, you have a funny idea of romantic? ❞ ❝ it’s nothing that years of therapy won’t fix. ❞ ❝ no. it’s my turn to walk away. ❞ ❝ nothing about our lives have been fair, but we’ve made it work. ❞ ❝ your people will beg me to save them. ❞ ❝ we’re not on a first-name basis. ❞ ❝ you know nothing about me. ❞ ❝ do tell. maybe over some drinks? ❞ ❝ we must keep to the shadows. ❞ ❝ hey, you cool? ‘cause i need you to be cool. ❞ ❝ you must be tired of these lectures. i know i’m tired of giving them. ❞ ❝ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❞ ❝ is that a sin? i think that’s a sin. ❞
@rcgued gets a starter they didn't ask for!
Gerold had returned from the princess' wedding in absolutely foul spirits. It was no shock to Marin that things didn't go like he'd wanted. They had no proof, so of course the crown wasn't going to punish him. No matter how much all of them suspected.
Daemon arriving in Runestone was met with mixed reactions. Marin is mostly surprised he's actually shown up, while House Royce seems generally displeased. Lady Arryn is sending someone to help settle things, but unsurprisingly, a dragon is faster than a horse, even if the distance isn't as far to travel. But now Daemon has arrived, and Marin has been watching him intently since Caraxes flew over Runestone.
She doesn't care that Daemon's here. She doesn't.
Marin sits on the front steps out to the courtyard, watching Caraxes with interest while he waits for his rider to return. She's not scared the dragon will eat her, which seems to be the general consensus about what'll happen if anyone is anywhere near the blood wyrm.
She hears steps behind her, and glances back to see Daemon standing there. She's not sure how long he's been there. She looks back at Caraxes. "Everyone thinks you did it, you know," she says. "Uncle Gerold's had to be talked out of dueling you several times." He'd lose, and then where would they all be?
** THE ROGUE PRINCE.
in truth, he would rather not be at runestone, or have any ties to the place at all, but with bronze bitch dead, an opportunity had arisen and daemon was not keen to let it slide past him. the place was miserable. it was boring and seemed to lack any character. when the two had wed many years past, he had spent a short while there and had made way to the blood shed of the step stones just to escape it's tedious grip.
of course, marin was still there. it mattered not, however. the girl may as well have been born of gerold royce. daemon was happy to the babe live with her whore mother. it had been the royce's that chose a different life for her and daemon had done his best to steer clear and let them get on with it. only now, with rhea's death opening an opportunity for the rogue prince, did it seem the right time to return to the dreary castle.
daemon could not help the small laugh that fled from his lips. he was no fool; he knew how the realm saw him and with rhea's death, that was not going to change anytime soon. paired with the hatred that the royce's felt for him from the very day him and rhea wed, they were sure to expect the worse.
"i would be shocked if they did not." he replied, a half smile painted across his face. he took a step towards marin and paused by her side, deciding whether to sit with her or carry on towards caraxes. neither happened, instead remaining firmly planted where he stood.
he had not killed her, but he may as well have. there was nothing he could do or say to convince them otherwise. all he could do was reap the benefits that her death had sowed. "let him duel me if he so wishes ── it makes little difference to me."
not once had alicent believed that their stay in king’s landing would be decorated with this much turmoil. distant oldtown gleamed like a piece of the heavens laced with naught but peace, where she could gaze down at the city from the highest room in the tower that she could possibly access. everything seemed so small, from that sort of height. people were naught but ants on especially clear days, the distant king’s landing seemed like a pea in a pot.
and in moments like these, with the councilmen’s gaze fleeting between her, the prince and the king, alicent wished with all the might of her mind that she could instead be seated right by that window high above the clouds.
she exchanged a look with her father, who seemed awestruck with shock—or perhaps, it was silent anger. alicent set the cup down as the prince writhed and defied with as much might as he was allowed, before being met with a very familiar wall; the king’s word is law. even the rogue prince could not deny his brother’s decisions. alicent did not find it within herself to offer daemon a reassuring look, when their eyes met. only the same icy confusion that would soon melt into resignation, as it did the hand’s. not a moment passed after the prince’s departure before his grace had urged alicent to follow suit; for husband and wife must learn to work together.
alicent did not offer half a smile before she, too, withdrew from the room, quickly enough to catch sight of silver hair getting farther and farther away. “my prince,” she called out, quickening her step. the dragonrider seemed relentless in his stride. “my prince—” a sharp breath inhaled, upon locking eyes with an inquisitive servant’s gaze. “daemon.” her voice echoed with profound firmness.
her hands loosely curled, enough for her thumb to rub against the webbing of her fingers as she finally caught up to his side, the subtlety of her presence once more returned. “we must talk, please. you are no more shocked than i am. we could—go to the gardens. to the weirwood tree, nobody will be there.”
** THE ROGUE PRINCE.
daemon was quick on his feet, of that it was clear, but not quick enough to escape the sound of alicent's voice that followed him, calling out. there was a quick decision to be made on whether he should ignore her and carry on his way to wherever his feet would carry him (which, in truth, was more than likely to be the street of silk.) or turn to face her. perhaps a better man would realise it was not the young girl's fault, but faced with another marriage he had no desire to be part of, daemon did not much feel like a BETTER MAN.
it was the sound of his name that made him stop in his stride. a small sigh parted from tight lips. his turn was slow and deliberate, violet eyes finding alicent's own and locking his stare into place. for a moment, a feeling almost unfamiliar crept in ── what was it? mayhaps it was RESPECT. he could acknowledge that the girl clearly had more guts than most. not many would have followed him. even less would dare speak his name. the feeling quickly washed away, finding itself replaced with annoyance. he did not want to see her, or anyone who had anything to do with the small council, for that matter. he wanted to be on the street of silk, or in a tavern, or anywhere far from the red keep and insistent of his purse.
"and what would you have us talk about?" he asked, a hint of condescension weaved within his tone. no doubt she had been one of the many girls raised on the foolish idea of roses and rainbows, and no doubt daemon would DESTROY that for her. better to do it now. "you heard my brother── " daemon could not bring himself to call viserys KING. "there is no choice, there is no alternative. we will be wed." he paused for a moment, jaw tightening, voice lowering until it is little more than a spit. "i do not see why that means we have to 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 to one another."
