furyfilled / mace tyrell.
his smile falters ever - so, twisting in a way that resembled more of a grimace than anything else. myriam, in all her rage, had taken him entirely by surprise; it was such a stark contrast to all the shades of her which he had come to learn over time spent. had come to love, too. and while he had known very well that she was capable of such palpable ire, mace had never once been it’s cause, nor it’s such pointed target. the words she spares are an ice - coated incursion the lord tyrell supposed he’d earned ––– however resigned to that fact which he was, it did not soften the blows. nothing could make this burn him any less than it undoubtedly would, and even though all of his usual sureness was lost, he does not choose to cower from it.
darkened eyes melt into pools of warmth beneath her gaze, and mace swallows back the lump which has formed in his throat. ‘ if a moment is all that the lady has, a moment is all i shall take. ’ there is a softness in his words, one oft forgotten by the lord. and it came out more earnest than his ego would have preferred, though he hoped she would appreciate the glimmer of honesty, if nothing else. a hand is extended towards myriam, head tipping thoughtfully to the side as careful gaze remains trained on her, as if to gauge where her mind was; she had always been a difficult read, though not impossible. ‘ i would not want to squander such a precious commodity. ’
she is crueler than she wants to be , fueled by anger & a heartache never healed . once , all she had to give mace tyrell was softness ; tenderness ; a love overpowering & unconditional . perhaps it was because that that love had not dissipated like she had prayed it would that sees her filled with fury . ( she waited years for him - did that count for nothing ? ) . gone are the days when he was HER mace . where she would lay tucked up at his side , listening to the water lap up against the barge as they fell asleep together , promising that they would always be this way . he is LORD TYRELL now , and it drives ice into her heart.
it is lord tyrell that now expects the audacity of her time , and it will be lord tyrell that unravels the life she has made for herself , for even the sight of him brings her back to braavos , where she was a girl with a full heart & entirely without ambition . she knows her role . she will become the veiled starling -- the charming braavosi ornament that she is expected to be , for she cannot be myriam here . . . not where all can see . she feigns a smile ( he ought to know better of this , too ) and rests her hand gently in his . the touch burns , and she clears her throat . ❛ then we shall be brief . ❜ again , she bows her head , reminding him that she is not his equal here . she cannot be . swift movements and swishing skirts guide him away from the throngs of lords & ladies , toward a large tree that draws far less attention than the exotic blooms of the gardens . here , the mask breaks . a piece of her breaks , too .
❛ it will cost you ? ❜ she whispers , throwing his own words back at him . she retracts her hand from his , the touch too familiar for comfort . ❛ what more can i give you , MY LORD ? years of pining ? of waiting at the port for you ? ❜ it is a weakness , but a tear slips down her cheek , and she makes quick work of clearing it with her hand before it is immediately replaced with another . ❛ you knew i would be here . . . why not let me pass , and let what has passed between us go with me. ❜
her throat catches , and she struggles for breath , a hand clutching at her chest , tapping repeatedly at her heart as she speaks.
❛ skoros else kostagon jaelā isse speaking naejot nyke?
konīr iksis daorun geptot syt nyke naejot tepagon. eman jiōragotan ziry mirre ❜
