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ofninestars‌:

Jayce was a simple man, who took great pleasure in the comforts of home. Sure, he had travelled throughout the continent, relishing in the fame and glory that was showered on him wherever he went, but part of the joy of it all was returning to The Vale, to his mother, to the Arryns. He loved Rowena and the children like his own flesh and blood, and was eternally loyal to Jasper, but he was rarely in the company of the younger brother. He knew his health was frail, and that, combined with Jayce’s busy lifestyle, prevented them from really connecting. Whats more, it became clear from his words that they were fundamentally different people. Jayce paused, mid-sip of his drink, his face contorting into a comical look as he attempted to comprehend it. “I suppose we are,” he admitted, after taking a moment to think. “I had never thought about it in that way, though. It is difficult to think of it as history, when all we are doing is living.” 

       olyvar  had  met  the  knight  of  nine  stars  only  a  few  times  before,  his  visits  to  the  eyrie  seemed  to  always  be  unfortunately  timed  with  the  younger  arryn’s  health.  however,  he  knew  that  the  man  was  close  to  jasper  and  rowena,  and  for  that  alone  olyvar  was  certain  he  was  a  good  man.  if  he  needed  any  further  proof,  it  was  the  children,  for  olyvar  usually  trusted  the  judgement  of  children,  one  of  few  groups  of  people  you  could  rely  on  for  pure  honesty.  ‘  history  is  just  looking  at  life  from  a  distance,  ’   he  gave  a  slight  shrug  before  reaching  for  his  own  glass.  he  could  hear  his  sister’s  words  in  his  head,  that  perhaps  he  should  lighten  up  when  around  others  and  as  fascinating  he  found  some  things,  that  wasn’t  always  the  case  for  others.  ‘  don’t  let  me  bore  you  with  my  ramblings  on  the  matter.  it  is  good  to  see  you,  lord  templeton.  how  have  things  been  since  you  were  last  in  our  company  ?  ’

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princessmyriah‌:

“Oh, I apologize. I was not aware.” Confusion present on her face, as she considered his words. She had not noticed anything to be wrong with him. Perhaps he had some ailments she had not been aware of. Myriah did not know him, after all. Theirs was a meeting for the first time. “I suppose so. But I do believe the king would have understood anyway.”, she commented, her words followed by a nod. “You mentioned the Eyrie.”, she began her question, “Is that where you come from?”

         '  no  need,  no  harm  done,  ’   he  nods.  he  can  see  the  confusion  on  her  face  and  he  isn’t  one  to  hold  accidents  against  another.  questions  from  the  unaware  were  nothing  like  the  cruel  words  he  had  faced  before.  it  was  more  obvious  when  he  was  standing  anyway,  even  more  so  if  you  saw  him  walk,  his  limp  giving  him  away  for  the  sickly  younger  arryn  brother.  ‘  perhaps,   but  i  should  get  out  more,  that  way  i  could  be  less  easily  impressed.  ’   he  gives  her  a  smile.  ‘  yes,  olyvar  arryn.  the  eyrie  is  my  home.  and  what  about  yourself,  how  far  have  your  traveled  to  be  here  today,  my  lady  ?  ’

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stormlanded‌:

                 THE NORTHERN FESTIVITIES , WHILE LIVELY & BEAUTIFUL , are daunting . a tension hangs in the air between northern & southern kingdoms - - as if peace is suspended only for a moment  , maintaining a precarious balance between chaos and ruin . the northerners celebrate the ascension of a new king , will the southerns wait in expectation for their sovereign to scandalize them all . she has spent the majority of the evening as a spectator to it all . she cannot expect to dance many dances , when her reputation has been damaged so severely , nor can she expect more than pleasant conversation from the acquaintances of her family , too polite to acknowledge that she has become something of a joke to them . she seeks out rowena amidst the gaiety , but finds lord olyvar instead . his presence is as welcome a respite as her sister’s would have been , and she listens to his comment intently. she offers him a small smile , before speaking.       ❛❛ amazing , yes.  and rather intimidating , don’t you think ? to be reminded of how small we are - - to wonder how time will remember us ? ❜❜

          he  smiles  softly  when  he  sees  lady  katherynne,  her  presence  welcome to  him  in  a  way  that  many  were  not.  he  knew  her  well  and  being  with  her  was  easy,  and  seemed  to  lack  the  moments  of  explaining  himself  he  so  often  did  with other  members  of  the  court.  he  was  happy  to  see  her.  ‘  slightly,  yes,  though  i  suppose  that’s  part  of  my  wonder  with  it.  ’  a  slight  pause  as  he  turns  towards  her.  ‘  did  you  get  here  recently  ?  ’    he  had  only  arrived  with  his  brother  and  his  brother’s  children  the  night  before,  just  enough  time  to  rest  before  the  festivities  had  begun  this  morning.  ‘  it’s  good  to  see  you  again,  katherynne.  ’

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princessmyriah‌:

“One can certainly guess that.” She teased him, a small smirk dancing on the corners of her lips. It was simply a jest, Myriah did not mean any harm behind her words. “I suppose you are correct. He will be one of the Stark kings whose reign is to be forever recorded by the maesters of the seven kingdoms.” The words they would choose to paint him with, his descendants were yet to find out about.

“But tell me, my lord,” she continued, “Is it only a coronation that is capable of convincing you to leave your home and show yourself to the world?”

          olyvar  can’t  help  but  laugh  slightly.  ‘  travel  is  difficult  for  me,  my  lady.  it’s  easier  to  stay  at  the  eyrie.  ’   even  though  he  was  relatively  young,  he  often  found  himself  betrayed  by  his  body.  even  the  act  of  standing  for  too  long  lead  to  a  pain  in  his  knees  and  his  shins.  the  idea  of  traveling  across  the  wide  stretch  of  land  between  the  eyrie  and  anything  else  was  intimidating,  especially  due  to  a  lack  practice  thanks  to  a  childhood  that  had  kept  him  mostly  indoors.  ‘  however  convalescence  does  not  trump  the  invitation  of  a  king.  ’

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princessmyriah‌:

“You sound like someone far too easily impressed”, she commented, as her eyes remained locked on the people in front of them, those who were passing by the tables and those sitting down and conducting conversations, without a care in the world. “No one can know what will come of this new king. If he is evil or good.” 

She wouldn’t call it a grand moment of history. It was something to be curious about - yes, but nothing grand. “You will get to witness the rise and fall of so many rulers, my lord. They change so frequently.”

        '  you’ll  forgive  me,  i  don’t  get  out  much,  ’   his  own  truth  is  spoken  in  slight  jest,  for  he  didn’t  agree  with  the  woman.  it  was  exactly  her  own  points  that  made  this  moment  interesting  to  him;  it  could  be  a  turning  point  moment  or  it  could  be  nothing  at  all,  but  either  way  it  began  the  same.  ‘  however,  no  matter  what  extreme,  as  you  paint  them,  this  king  falls  into,  this  is  still  a  listing  in  a  datebook  when  the  time  comes.  ’

          ‘  perhaps,  and  history  is  on  your  side  for  that  argument,  but  i  still  stand  by  my  curiosity,  my  lady.  even  the  mundane  can  be  fascinating  in  my  experience.  ’

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justicemarred‌:

two  years  apart  and  no  distance  had  formed  between  siblings  through  marriage.  olyvar  was  the  brother  that  rowena  had  always  craved.  an  intellectual  willing  to  make  decisions  that  weren’t  easy  was  also  the  same  person  who  she  sat  with  until  the  late  hours  staring  at  the  stars  and  talking  about  whatever  new  philosophizing  he’d  been  doing.  she  had  not  missed  the  more  unsettling  observations.  she  laughed  softly,  her  shoulder  gently  bumping  against  his.  apology  accepted.  ❛  warn  me  before  your  next  theory  comes.  it’s  an  interesting  thing,  to  realize  that  we  are  part  of  history,  but  i  don’t  dwell  on  it  too  much.  i’m  not  sure  how  i’ll  be  perceived.  ❜

        he  had  missed  the  company  of  rowena  in  the  eyrie.  she  had  brought  a  new  life  with  her  when  she  married  his  brother.  ‘  noted.  i’ll  give  fair  warning  before  i  give  voice  to  my  next  one.  ’   he  looks  at  her,  intrigued  by  her  own  concern  of  history.  ‘  history  will  be  kinder  to  you  than  most,  dear  sister.  for  history  is  written  by  its  victors  and  you  have  no  reason  to  be  unkind  to  yourself.  ’

[secondfalcon]

justicemarred‌:

❛  my  lord.  ❜  daemon  smiled  lightly,  his  thoughts  running  wildly  in  an  attempt  to  piece  a  name  to  a  face.  he  could  see  the  curiosity  in  the  man’s  eyes  and  as  he  stepped  towards  him,  daemon  felt  relieved  that  this  was  not  a  southerner.  that  would  have  been  significantly  more  embarrassing  for  a  man  who  considered  himself  well  versed  in  the  people  who  lived  in  his  kingdom.  ❛  our  travel  was  to  be  expected.  perhaps  we  would  have  been  wiser  to  leave  our  children  home  as  they  weren’t  the  easiest  of  company.  ❜  a  joke,  surely,  as  the  prince  stood  with  his  hands  behind  his  back  in  front  of  olyvar.  arryn  was  a  familiar  name,  one  that  made  daemon  more  willing  to  sit  and  talk.  ❛  the  pleasure  is  mine,  lord  arryn, i  assure  you.  would  you  mind  if  i  joined  you  for  a  drink  ?❜

       olyvar  nods  slightly  at  the  other’s  words.  ‘  i’ve  managed  to  avoid  the  burden  myself,  but  my  brother’s  were  quite  something  on  the  road.  ’   he  returned  the  joke  with  one  of  his  own;  he  loved  his  nieces  and  nephews,  even  if  they  could  be  quite  something,  and  he  didn’t  think  he  would  see  fatherhood  as  a  burden  per  say.   there  were,  of  course,  worries  of  fating  an  innocent  child  to  a  life  similar  to  his  own,  but  that  was  another  discussion.  ‘  of  course  not,  i  would  be  honored.  come,  take  a  seat. ’

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justicemarred‌:

❛  no,  my  lord,  and  i  wouldn’t  expect  you  to.  ❜  his  tone  is  light  in  kind,  though  a  little  more  sincere  than  joke.  erik  was  not  a  man  who  spent  his  time  dancing.  there  were  certain  things  that  came  with  being  so  large  and  grace  was  not  one  of  them.  the  arryn  family  was  not  one  that  erik  was  keeping  significant  tabs  on,  anyway.  they  were  strong  allies  of  the  crown  and  rowena  arryn,  though  a  coin  toss,  was  not  likely  to  damage  her  own  reputation  in  either  kingdom  by  allowing  someone  so  close  to  her  that  she  did  not  trust.  trust,  forged  through  the  bonds  of  family,  was  one  that  erik  did  not  treat  lightly.  ❛  i  only  hoped  that  you’d  be  willing  to  serve  as  an  excuse  to  avoid  dancing.  i’m  afraid  i’ll  hurt  someone.  ❜

         '  as  long  as  we  have  that  understanding,  ’  he  says  in  feigned  relief,  continuing  his  own  joke.  he  didn’t  know  much  of  the  ruling  lord  umber,  but  enough  that  simply  asking  brothers  for  secrets  was  not  how  he  kept  his  position  for  two  eras  now.  olyvar,  however,  couldn’t  help  but  chuckle  at  the  other’s  request.  ‘  that’s  a  shame,  i  was  thinking  of  asking  you  to  join  me  for  the  next  song.  ’   olyvar  to  some  extent  a  caged  bird  by  circumstance,  and  the  sound  of  his  laughter  did  little  to  shake  that  image.  he  tipped  his  head  slightly  towards  the  wooden  cane,  a  dark  and  strong  piece,  that  rested  against  the  table.  ‘  don’t  worry.  you’re  safe  with  me.  ’

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justicemarred‌:

❛  sometimes  you  say  things  that  petrify  me,  ❜  there  was  a  lightness  to  her  tone,  somewhere  between  teasing  and  a  blasé  wave  of  her  hand.  rowena  was  used  to  the  way  that  olyvar  asked  questions,  probing  into  the  soul  of  others,  asking  questions  that  no  mortal  could  answer  without  fearing  for  the  end  of  what  is  to  come.  perhaps  she  feared  for  what  was  to  come  because  of  all  the  wrong  she’d  done.  a  fear  not  rooted  in  if  there  was  an  existence  of  an  afterlife  but  if  she  deserved  to  be  there.  she  feared  she  did  not.  ❛  others  would  encourage  you  to  lighten  up,  you  know.  ❜  it  was  her.  she  was  others.

        ‘  it  wasn’t  meant  to  be  terrifying,  ’    sometimes  olyvar  didn’t  realize  the  impact  of  his  own  words.  to  him  the  concept  wasn’t  as  terrifying  as  it  was  exhilarating.  how  quickly  history  moved  and  how  interesting  to  be  a  part  of  it.  ‘  my  apologies,  dear  sister,  if  i’ve  upset  others,  but  i  do  find  it  a  bit  fascinating.  ’  she  was  others.  he  knew.  they  might  not  share  blood  but  the  two  had  spent  enough  time  in  each  other’s  company  that  he  had  learned  her  details.  he  gives  her  what  he  hopes  is  a  comforting  smile.  ‘  i’ll  keep  my  philosophizing  to  myself  for  the  evening,  ’

[secondfalcon]

       ‘  lady  cassandra,  ’    he  smiles  at  the  sister  of  his  brother’s  wife.  if  he  was  being  honest,  she  was  the  baratheon  sister  he  probably  knew  the  least,  and  to  an  extent  he  felt  bad  about  that.  he  was  close  to  both  rowena  and  katherynne,  one  like  a  sister  of  his  own  and  the  other  as  perhaps  something  more.  ‘  sit  with  me,  i  haven’t  gotten  a  chance  to  speak  with  you  tonight.  how  are  you  enjoying  the  festivities  ?  ’     @majestytm​

[secondfalcon]

        ‘  prince daemon  !  ’  olyvar smiles at the man  he  knew  of  through  his  sister  in  law.   ‘  i  hope  you’ll  forgive  me  for  not  standing,  ’   a  hand  gestures  at  the  cane  that  leans  against  the  table  to  his  left.  olyvar  was  a  naturally  curious  person,  and  this  was  the  first  time  in  quite  a  while  he  had  left  the  eyrie.  it  was  also  the  first  time  he  had  been  exposed  to  this  number  of  powerful  players  in  one  night.  ‘  i  hope  your  travel  to  the  north  was  pleasant  enough.  i  heard  from  my  sister  it  wasn’t  ideal  but  not  terrible  either.  ’   he  pauses,  ‘  my  apologies,  olyvar  arryn.  it’s  a  pleasure  to  meet  you.  ’      @justicemarred​​

[secondfalcon]

        while  many  have  been  moving  around  the  hall,  dancing  and  conversing  with  others,  olyvar  has  been  spending  his  time  sitting  at  a  table  observing   the  room  around  him.  he’s  always  been  a  watchful  individual,  rather  than  one  who  actively  engaged  with  the  court.  it  was  surprise  that  crossed  his  face  when  he  heard  the  noise  of  two  glasses  of  ale  being  placed  on  the  table  between  himself  and  the  man  who  now  sat  across  from  him.  olyvar  look  up,  and  he  had  to  look  up   at  the  man  who  stood  over  a  foot  taller  than  him.  ‘  thank  you,  lord  umber,  ’   he  says,  but  then,  with  a  light - hearted  quality  in  his  voice,  ‘  but  you  should  know  i  don’t  share  whispers  of  my  sister  for  only  company  and  a  glass  of  beer.  ’     @justicemarred​

[secondfalcon]

         it  took  a  true  occasion  to  bring  the  younger  arryn  brother  from  the  vale,  or  even  the  eyrie  for  that  matter,  but  the  coronation  of  a  new  king  was  an  occasion  indeed.  olyvar  sat  at  a  table,  watching  the  movement  around  him    (  the  dancers  who  moved  with  speed  and  grace,  the  household  staff  who  managed  to  navigate  their  way  expertly  between  them,  the  collections  of  different  nobles  throughout  the  hall  so  far  from  their  homes  ).     not  for  the  first  time  that  night,  olyvar  was  very  much  aware  of  his  place  in  this  moment  within  history ;  how  the  changing  of  hands  was  such  a  powerful  yet  vulnerable  moment  and  how,  unless  something  went  wrong,  it  would  just  be  a  single  line  in  the  history  of  the  world.  ‘  it’s  somewhat  amazing,  isn’t  it  ?  ’   he  asks  of  the  soul  nearest  to  him,  ‘  sitting through living history.  ’

[secondfalcon]

          the  courts  offer  bread  and  salt  to  olyvar  of  house  arryn.  many  say  that  the  thirty  four  year  old  lord  of  the  eyrie  is  known  to  be  observant  and  discerning,  though  ill  tongues  whisper  that  he  is  reclusive  and  blunt.  when  his  name  is  uttered,  one  is  reminded  of  a  childhood  of  sickbeds,  castle  walls,  and  a  gaze  lingering  on  the  outside  world  through  paned  glass;  of  a  collection  of  falcon  feathers,  vielle  strings,  wool  blankets,  and  leather  journals;  of  an  army  of  colored  bottles  on  a  window  sill,  standing  at  attention  but  each  failing  to  save  their  lord  completely.  may  he  be  blessed  and  protected  in  this  war  of  crowns.

hello pals !  i honestly have only a few gifs of tom in the physician which is really the Vibe i’m going for with oly here ( the sweet medieval vibe with those curls?  perfectly oly ), so we’ll have to sufice with stuff from prodigal son which is not quite there but close enough. you can find my info dump on the younger arryn sibling here.