#aclashofmuses

[stormbcrn]

FINGERS TAPPED IDLY AGAINST wooden armrests while her closest advisors sat around debating the merits of opening the fighting pits yet again. Regardless of what was said, allowing the practice would only permit legal slaughter within her city. It mattered not if the men fought freely for whatever honor remained after the blood was spilled.

❝ The cheers of the crowd will still their tongues. ❞ / @aclashofmuses, daario

"Perhaps," Daenerys considered Daario's words just as she considered the advice from her council – hesitantly, brows furrowing as she spoke, "but their silence will not last. The Harpy will not yield to my reign no matter how I bend to them – and how many will die in my name when the pits reopen ???"

[neithergodsnormen]

@aclashofmuses sent: “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” okay but this in contrast to the Robb/Torrhen thread we have going — I’ll send more but I’m currently supposed to be sleeping 👀 

Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.    

torrhen lets out a cry as he throws himself between robb stark and jaime lannister, his sword raised. a last minute turn of the wrist, and the kingslayer severs him, torr watching in horror as his sword hand is cut. his fingers gone, save his thumb and the stump left at an angle. blood streaming, not stopping, and a cry leaving him once more. this one of fear. men grapple the kingslayer to the ground and robb rushes to torrhen’s side. the two young men, barely out of boyhood try to staunch the bleeding. to no avail. the blood keeps flowing at torr starts to feel lightheaded. he leans into robb as the other man starts to yell, the words falling on deaf ears as everything around him starts to muffle and go black.

[neithergodsnormen]

@aclashofmuses sent: “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” arianne for quentyn!! 

Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.    

quentyn moves between arianne and the spear that was being thrown her way, shoving his sister to the ground in case his body did not stop the projectile entirely. the young prince’s body arches as the long shaft of wood pierces it, going in his back and out of his chest. a weapon thrown by one of the sellswords from essos, aimed to take the allies of the golden company out of the picture. viserion lets out a screeching roar as quent goes to his knees, letting a stream of flame across the battlefield as her rider gasps for breath and checks on his sister.

“ are you alright? “ he asks, coughing as it is hard to breathe. “ i brought dragons for you and father... “

[neithergodsnormen]

@aclashofmuses sent: “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” and asha for theon!! 

Send me “No, no, no, don’t die on me!” for a scenario in which my muse dies protecting yours.    

he held his side, barely able to keep himself upright, though he did not know if it was from his lack of toes ( it had been hard to walk and balance since those had been taken from him ) or from the axe in his side. the axe that would have landed in asha’s back. he hadn’t thought he would be able to move as fast as he had, bound in chains as he was, but he had made it in time. theon, his name was theon, and asha was his sister. asha was the heir their father deserved, asha had to survive this. theon had died ages ago, and he was just a walking corpse of what he once was. for the first time in a very, very long time, he had done something truly right. he smiles as his knees sink into the snow. “ i didn’t mess up this time. “

[astormofsilk]

@aclashofmuses Tyene and Arianne

Tyene pouted from the shade of an overgrown mango tree, ordered by her father and uncle to remain there until the lotion massaged into her skin set and her hair was properly bound up. Due to taking so much of her mother’s coloring Tyene couldn’t enjoy the Dornish sun as easily as her cousins and sisters could. She was the fairest among them and while she never truly burned once when she was young she got so sick from the sun her father thought she had been poisoned.

After that Tyene was watched carefully by all to ensure it never happened again.

Still it was annoying, if there were guests she’d be playing the role of the fair daughter with skin to delicate to be touched by the sun but there were no guests this day. It was a rare day for all of them to be at the Water Gardens but the fathers had business to discuss and it was easier to control the children if they were all in one group instead of being left to their own devices. From her spot she would see her older sisters talking amongst themselves about various plots and plans, while the younger ones ran around in the pools and shallows. Sarella wasn’t with them, off playing her own games far away but Tyene knew her sister was happy.

Arianne finally came over, having torn herself from the teasing and flirting of guards. “Finally joining my in my solitude cousin?” Tyene laughed, though there was a bitter edge to it. “I fear the servants won’t return with the length of fabric to keep my head from burning.” It was ridiculous, but she knew if she moved from the spot that her father would pick her up and put her back into the shade.

[astormofsilk]

@aclashofmuses Taena and Cersei

There were very few people in the world Cersei allowed to see her in complete vulnerability, even fewer allowed to see it multiple times. With the death of her mother Cersei learned harshly to bottle away anything that wasn’t pure power, to only allow herself to be seen in the ultimate control. Even her breaks in that control had to be calculated to benefit instead of hinder. Many thought she was easy to guess the emotion of, but Cersei didn’t let many people know how her mind truly worked.

But even with all of that it was hard to be alone in a crowd.

Taena was a rock in the maelstrom of everything that was happening to her. The sweeping in of her father, the choices of who her eldest would marry, and the bride’s family coming in and trying to push her out. She had fought to long and hard, endured her oaf of a husband to long for someone to come in and sweep her under the rug. Taena had come with the family, but chose to be with Cersei instead. She wasn’t a fool and knew power grabs when she saw them, but Taena also seemed to be so sweetly honest with everything she said.

Even threats of Qyburn were met with simpering loyalty.

So Cersei allowed the women in, let her see her at her worst as she tried not to lose control of everything around her. Currently the two were in Cersei’s room, the night had only just fallen and Taena had assured her that the woman’s husband would be busy for the night and more than that didn’t care what she got up to.

“I wouldn’t care so much if not for the fact my father once again believes he can just come in and take everything again.” She hissed softly, but there was no vemon in her voice. If anything Cersei just sounded….tired.

[astormofsilk]

❝ men use women. they ruin us, and when they are finished with us, they toss us to their dogs like scraps. ❞ myranda to mya ??

"One could argue that no one can toss you aside" Mya sighed softly, running her fingers through Myranda's hair as the lady bathed. "I'm sure that if your husband, once your father finds one, ever tried the man would regret it"

[astormofsilk]

❝  now i know how to make you follow me everywhere.  ❞ asha says to alysane, grinning despite the frost and the ache in her broken leg which has long since gone numb. she's grown tired of the sullen silences, the occasional insult, trudging through the snow and raising her shackled wrists as she is once again chained to the she-bear.

"I didn't ask for this anymore than you did" Alysane groused to the kraken that trailed behind her. She had already checked the leg once the women complained it was numb but it was merely the cold having stolen the pain away. Once they were in a proper holding no doubt it would flare back. "If you want to complain you could do my back a favor and carry something as well." The she-bear carried their belongings and her son strapped to her back