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castlecrumblings

Jonah Hauer-King as Prince Eric THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023) | Dir. Rob Marshall

#fc.

oliviadumhan

Jonah Hauer-King as Eric in THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023)

#this is seb in a nutshell lmao #fc

galindathrop

JONAH HAUER-KING and HALLE BAILEY as ERIC and ARIEL in THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023)

sebastonfarman

@atychiphobiias

#this gives me seb and nys vibes #c: daenys

open starter location: the harbour

the sprawling harbor of king's landing unfolded before sebaston farman, like an elaborate, shimmering tapestry. ships, both large and small, anchored majestically on the shimmering blue water, their masts swaying rhythmically against the backdrop of the azure sky. gulls cried overhead, while sailors called out orders and merchants peddled their wares, contributing to the constant, lively hum of activity.

fresh from a tour of the crown's impressive fleet, sebaston's gaze was particularly drawn to king daeron's latest pride – a behemoth of a ship, gifted by house redwyne. it stood out, not just in size, but in its intricate designs and the efficiency with which its crew moved. throughout his tour, sebaston had meticulously scribbled down notes; the innovative ship designs, the organized hierarchy of the ship staff, and the clever layout of the harbor. he intended to use these as inspiration, hoping to implement and perhaps enhance some of these structures back home.

as sebaston's thoughts swirled, he noticed a figure approaching. whether it was a fellow noble keen on the ships, a sailor returning from duty, or merely a curious passerby, sebaston couldn't immediately tell. yet, as they grew closer, sebaston offered a friendly smile, clearing his throat to address them. "marvelous, aren't they?" he remarked, nodding towards the impressive fleet, particularly the redwyne-gifted ship. “it is a harbor unlike any other.

#g&m.open

rubysunnday

Eric + Max in The Little Mermaid (2023) dir. Rob Marshall

#fc.

harlawlady-deactivated20240315

@sebastonfarman (from the discord sc)

It didn't take Gwyn long to recognize the man's heraldry. Fair Isle. While she couldn't recall any skirmishes in the most recent years, she knew their history well. Constant raiding of the wealthy little island and even an entire takeover at once point. It was a shame the island was between the reavers and their usual reaving grounds, the Westerlands, or else those of Fair Isle may have faired better.

"My lord," she greeted with the typical curtsey. "A lord of Fair Isle, I presume? I recognize your sigil. Though, I suppose that's no surprise. The Iron Islands have a long and storied...history with your island." It was perhaps an inflammatory statement, but it didn't have to be at face value. Yet, Gwyn did have some of the Ironborn pride, knowing well just how badly Fair Isle had always managed against the Iron Fleet, and despite her best efforts, her lips did twitch into a smirk before she controlled herself and flattened her expression into something more neutral, more polite, "A pleasure to meet you."

sebastonfarman

sebaston's piercing blue eyes held a hint of caution as he observed the iron born lady before him. the mention of fair isle's history with the iron islands stirred a mix of emotions within him, memories of past conflicts and losses that still weighed heavily on his heart. house harlaw, known for their reaving ways, had been a thorn in the side of house farman for generations.

"indeed," sebaston replied, his tone cool and measured. "the iron islands and fair isle share a long and storied history, as you aptly pointed out." he couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment, though he kept it well concealed beneath the veneer of politeness. sebaston's mind raced with childhood memories of the raids that had plagued his family's home, the bloodshed and loss that had left scars on both his family and their ancestral island. from the sigil she wore, he assumed she was a harlaw. he knew house harlaw to be a proud and formidable house, known for their naval prowess and their fierce dedication to the old ways of the ironborn.

"as much as i appreciate the gesture, lady harlaw," he continued, his words tinged with a hint of passive-aggressiveness, "the pleasantries...” he stopped himself mid sentence. it would be better if he didn’t finish his thought out loud.

though he managed to maintain a composed demeanor, there was an underlying tension in his voice, a reflection of the complex emotions that swirled within him. he couldn't simply overlook the past, but he also understood the importance of diplomacy and the need to maintain a civil facade despite their differences. “i find myself surprised to see an ironborn in the halls of the red keep, given your history."

#c: gwyn #hawlawlady

isolatednights

once upon a time, rhaenys had adored the capital — it possessed a freedom driftmark seemed to lack. but with death and treason suddenly lingering about the corridors, the velaryon woman found she missed her home ( or, at least, what she'd come to perceive as home ).

despite the distance between driftmark and fair isle, the members of house farman had always stood on a pedestal in her heart ( the closest connection she had left to her mother, save her maternal-grandparents in lys ). it was why, as she approached the hall for yet another night of merriment, the sight of her cousin brought her to a standstill.

lips quirked at the clear distraction upon his features, the expression broadening still when he all but knock into her. "oh, i'm well aware," she noted, slipping the previously jostled arm around his own. "lost in your own world without a minute to spare for your favorite cousin it seems," rhaenys teased before amethyst hues flickered toward the tapestries lining the halls behind him ( a brow arching and her expression slipping into something a smidge more neutral ). "does something trouble you, seb?"

sebastonfarman

sebaston stood amidst the dimly lit and tapestry-laden corridor, his tall and imposing figure exuding regal grace and composure to the outside world. yet, beneath the façade of confidence, he was drowning from the weight of his responsibilities as a ruling lord. though he had come of age over a decade ago, he still felt a lingering sense of being lost and inadequacy that he couldn’t quite disregard, as if he were an imposter donning the mantle of leadership after his mother's regency ended.

sebaston's father had passed away when he was just three years old, his mother, as the guiding force in his life. she had taken on the role of regent, preparing him to inherit the ruling lordship of house farman. her wisdom and nurturing care had been instrumental in shaping the man he had become. despite the weight of leadership thrust upon him at a young age, beneath the layers of duty and responsibility, sebaston remained the boy who cherished his cousin, rhaenys velaryon.

rhaenys was a constant presence in his life, their bond, like a golden thread woven into the fabric of time. in the tumultuous sea of political intrigue, rhaenys was his anchor, a reminder of the enduring strength of family ties.

a big smile spread across his face at the sound of his cousin's familiar voice. holding her forearm from steadying her after their collision, he immediately drew her into a warm embrace, lifting her up playfully as he greeted her. "favorite cousin?" he scowled teasingly, but his tone stayed light and affectionate as he placed her down. "strange, i don't seem to have a favorite cousin..."

"i'm fine," he said, trying to dismiss any signs of unease, but the knots in his stomach tightened, betraying his true emotions. he let out a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "it's been years since i left faircastle. it's intimidating," he gestured to the opulent surroundings of the court, "all of this. i'd much rather be back home.

"tell me how you do it?"

#valyrianblooded #c: rhae

nessa007

Ariel and Eric's height difference is absolutely glorious! THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023) Dir. Rob Marshall

sebastonfarman

@atychiphobiias

#ok but imagine our babes at fair castle together #seb x daeny

atychiphobiias

daenys hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until she felt herself exhaling as sebaston's fingers briefly grazed hers. she wished the moment could've lasted longer. that their fingers could have intertwined as they stood there, both reaching for the same piece of fruit. but she knew better than to take the moment for granted.

"and to think i thought i had asked nicely," she smiled as she turned to face him. "thank you for your help, lord farman," she continued to smile as she reached to pluck the apple from his hand. "it is greatly appreciated."

sebastonfarman

sebaston's gaze softened, his expression hinting at the memories that lingered between them. the weight of their abandoned engagement rested heavily on his shoulders, a reminder of what could have been. yet, he couldn't resist the opportunity to engage in conversation, even if their interactions were often filled with tension.

his gaze met hers, locking in a dance of veiled tension and unspoken words. "of course, your highness.” he replied, his tone cool and detached. "i'm sure your appreciation is as genuine as the promises we once made." it was a slight jab, a reminder of their turbulent past and the animosity that lingered between them.

he took a step back, creating a polite distance between them. "if there's nothing else, i bid you farewell, princess." he said, his voice tinged with a touch of indifference. "may you find your way back to your precious chambers without any more mishaps."

experienceandobservation

Jonah Hauer-King | Polo Ralph Lauren At Wimbledon 2023 in Wimbledon, England | July 12, 2023

#fc.

open starter

sebaston farman stood in the dimly lit hallway, his gaze fixed on the ornate tapestries adorning the walls. the flickering torches cast dancing shadows, accentuating the intricate details of the woven scenes depicting ancient battles and noble houses. the air was thick with anticipation as another grand feast in the great hall loomed ahead, drawing the attention of lords and ladies from all corners of the realm.

lost in his thoughts, sebaston's mind wandered, tracing the familiar patterns etched into his family's history. the weight of his responsibilities as the heir to house farman rested heavily on his shoulders, and the echoes of past alliances and political maneuvers reverberated through his thoughts. as the grand doors to the great hall beckoned, he knew he would soon be enveloped in a sea of swirling conversations, hidden agendas, and the delicate dance of power.

but for now, in the quiet solitude of the hallway, sebaston found a moment of respite. you can't hide on your island forever... the soft sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, signaling the arrival of others who, like him, were preparing to immerse themselves in the grand affair that awaited. with a steady breath, he adjusted his attire, ensuring that his lineage was evident in every carefully chosen garment.

as he leaned against the cold stone wall, his mind filled with anticipation for the night that lay ahead. the feast would bring together allies and rivals, friendships and enmities, all merging in a symphony of politics and ambition. it was a stage on which he would play his part, navigating the intricate web of courtly intrigue and the delicate balance of power.

with a composed demeanor and a hint of anticipation in his eyes, sebaston stood ready to step into the embrace of the great hall. he turned, ready to make his way into the great hall when his shoulder hits someone, his hands immediately reaching for the person’s arm to steady then. “forgive me,” he stated genuinely, “didn’t see you there.”

#pls don't feel the need to match the length!!#g&m.open

atychiphobiias

location: the gardens participants: daenys targaryen & open

"oh rats," daenys couldn't help but sigh as the apple she'd been trying to pick fell to the ground, quickly rolling out of sight. were she in a better mood, she probably would've chased after it - but these days she hadn't felt like doing much of anything. still, she sat her sight on another piece of fruit, standing on her tiptoes as she tried and failed to grasp it. "can someone give me a hand?" she raised her voice only slightly, hoping that someone would overhear and come to her rescue. these days the gardens were seemingly packed.

sebastonfarman

sebaston's footsteps faltered as daenys' plea reached his ears, like a familiar melody from a forgotten tune. it was a voice he had grown accustomed to, yet one that had eluded him for far too long. the weight of their shared history hung heavy in the air, their past tangled and unresolved.

unable to resist the pull, sebaston found himself closing the distance, drawn to the gardens where memories of laughter and bitterness intertwined. as he approached, the sight of her standing on tiptoes, reaching for an elusive fruit, tugged at something deep within him. without a word, he extended his hand, fingers grazing against hers in a fleeting touch. in that moment, a whirlwind of emotions stirred, a tumultuous dance of love and hate, desire and resentment.