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[garlanofroses]

( from edmure ; EYES EMOJI ) ─ ❝ it would seem that a welcome is in order. ❞

@riverrcns

The greeting is unsurprising, though the timing is what Garlan finds most curious. He has met the Lord of Riverrun before, though has not yet seen him since arriving back in the Crownlands. To be fair, he has not sought the man out either.

The Lord of Brightwater is aware, of course, that his sister has been seen in Lord Tully’s company, but Garlan has yet to offer his opinion on the matter. In truth, he has yet to form an opinion at all.

And if he’s being exceptionally honest, he’s had very little time to do so.

Garlan’s days are filled with military strategy, corralling the Tyrell troops, chaperoning his siblings as best he can, and doing what he is able to ensure his grandmother doesn’t sell one of his siblings or children for a marriage they’ve no interest in.

[ Willas is the Lord of Highgarden now; Garlan is not so naïve to think he will allow Grandmother to choose his bride when he finally has that privilege for his own.

But when it comes to Margaery, he rather expects his grandmother is holding out for little less than Robb Stark. 

As if Garlan and Willas would ever send her to the utter wasteland that is the North. ]

What little free time he has is spent with his family, with his beautiful Leonette and their two children, with Margaery [ when she is with them; his sister flits about as a butterfly most days ], with the younger brother he’s trying to make amends with, with the grandmother he wants to hug only slightly more than he wants to throttle.

But now, as he sees Lord Tully in front of him, Garlan finds that he’s feeling rather reckless.

“I appreciate the welcome, Lord Tully,” he acknowledges, the smile rising on his face as he clasps the man’s hand before withdrawing.

[ So this is the man Margaery has chosen. Garlan wonders why. ]

There is an amused glint in his eye, though he does not expect the Lord Paramount of the Trident to recognize it for what it is.

“It would seem I have been rather remiss,” he offers, his smile becoming sharklike. “I’m quite close with my elder brother and as you know, Willas has become Lord of Highgarden upon my father’s death.”

He is enjoying this, much more than he should. He wonders if his grandmother would smack him with her cane if she heard him or if she would be proud of what little bit of guile he possesses.

“Tell me, if you would, of your nephew. Do you think he would suit my sister?”

[dyncstys-blog]

❝ the night is dark and full of terrors. ❞

Indeed, she thought, the night was a terrifying time of day. Yet she had no quarrels about being out under the blanket of stars. Kyra found peace in the twinkle of the sky at this time of night, enjoyed the silence that smothered out any other sounds in the world. But she did sometimes wonder about what was lurking in the shadows, in the parts of the forests that she couldn't see, that was too dark to wander through. She thought of beasts with fangs and claws, and of icy blue dead eyes, staring, spying. Waiting for the right moment to leap upon the people of Westeros and Essos and all the like. And even those thoughts did not turn her from her adventures, for she knew that whatever happened, was bound to happen. No decisions would change what was coming their way.

"It scares me not." She admitted, turning her gaze to the Lady Captain. "I'm sure the creatures hiding in the night are nothing shy of the same creatures that prowl about in the day."

@baratheonshireen

[ofvelaryons]

❝ You did not choose right. ❞

Violet eyes shimmered with anger that she did not bother to attempt to conceal, aimed solely at the woman who had the audacity to question the merit of her decisions.  Flawless features curl into a look of distaste as she draws her head up and straightens her shoulders when her pride and stubbornness had always been her armour in this world. Words leave her lips, as melodic as ever but this time there is an icy bite to them that cannot be missed. “Forgive me if I do not listen to someone childless when it comes to what is best for my daughters.”

( for a moment her heart had fluttered within her chest and she had wondered if this stag can know her people so well as to sense that the Velaryon had made the wrong choice of heart, leaving behind a man who could have loved her. but it was safer to interpret it as a involving her daughters when thoughts of Richard were always so dangerous )

Any pretence of civility she might have been tempted to uphold had been well and truly cast aside and the golden haired woman found herself freeing her tongue of its usual constraints - she had no qualms about unleashing some sharp words when her own pride was smarting at the notion of not doing right by her girls. “If their father had not made the choice to side with your family, perhaps he would still be alive to aid me in choosing the best path for our children. But as he is not, my judgement will have to suffice.”

[swcrnsword]

❝ We cannot always have what we want, no matter how much we want it… ❞

Something about her words resonate within him and the warrior finds himself stilling slightly to give them the attention that they deserve. Heavy brow furrows as he weighs his own words, fighting to pull his own thoughts into line on the matter when he had replaced his own wants with the need to do what was right for the greater good. The needs of the many vastly outweighing anything that he might have wanted for himself. “Perhaps not. It is the burden that all of us living through such times must bear” It seemed only right that they should shoulder the responsibility and set aside personal gain in favour of ensuring that they would all live.

( his own desires had been set aside years ago from the first battle he had followed Robb into, sacrificing whatever vague hope he might have had for a wife or family to serve the Young Wolf ) 

Flint grey eyes turned to the stag that he counted among his closest friends - one he had come to trust after seeing the regard that his King placed in her. As a man who spent most of his days watching over the King he had not missed the glances nor words exchanged between the two and hoped for nothing more than them being able to realise such emotions. Words came out in a low rumble, lest anyone overhear but the person he intended but encouragement was still clear within them. “But I do not think that what you want is that far out of your grasp. You just need the courage to reach out and take it, Shireen.”

[garlanofroses]

death

death: what are three things you want to do before you die?

“I would like to return home with my family intact. I want to see my children grow old and start families of their own.” He pauses, running a hand along his jawline. “And I would like to make peace with my brother beyond social niceties and shallow conversation.”

[redjaeyi]

“I’m just being realistic. I don’t have time to do this the right way.”

“You do not have to explain yourself to me, captain.” Jaeyi smiled, her eyes understanding if not a little in awe of the girl that some called princess, but most knew as captain. 

Though her oath to Lady Margaery and the Tyrells made her technically allied with Shireen Baratheon’s enemies, she could not bring herself to find fault in someone who she had seen tirelessly pulling the strings to keep the mines at Dragonstone pouring out the dragonglass that was their only chance of survival in this land. Good people were good people - and besides, Jaeyi was weak for beautiful women who commanded men as if it were nothing. 

“These are not the times to be picky about the right and wrong ways of going about our tasks - the thing that matters is that you get the right outcome in the end. You seem the sort of woman to value that.” 

[myrcellcss-blog]

( from edmure ) ─ “ i’m just a simple man trying to make my way in the universe. ”

“  a  simple  man,  ”  she  tested  the  words,  a  smirk  weighing  on  her  lips.  her  mother’s  smile.  “  you’re  the  uncle  of  a  man  who  calls  himself  a  king,  that  doesn’t  make  you  a  simple  man,  lord  tully,  ”  myrcella  stated,  matter-of-factly,  arms  crossing  over  her  chest.  “  you  must  enjoy  the  association,  most  would  and  they  would  not  be  blamed  for  it. how  many  can  say  that  their  nephew  is  a  king? ” myrcella  remembered  when  the  starks  were  loyal  to  the  crown,  back  when  there  was  no  bad  blood  between  lions  and  wolves -  she  knew  her  family  was  the  one  at  fault -  they  inflicted  the  horrors  upon  others.  there  were  many  who  called  themselves  leaders,  she  wondered  who  had  actually  earned  the  right.  tommen  had  not,  his  claim  came  only  because  her  rotten  brother  joff  met  a  timely  end.  it  was  a  true  mercy,  her  brother’s  madness  would  have  brought  down  his  entire  family.  a  crown  kept  no  man  safe. “  no,  my  lord  tully,  you  are  not  a  simple  man.  ”

[casseldreams-blog]

( from edmure ) ─ “ suddenly we’re in a hurry. ”

"Is it not a smarter move to be rushing about in these times?" She questioned, looking over to the Lord curiously. She had been writing a letter, one that would never be sent, but she had decided to write it anyway. "The end of the world is coming, My Lord. This would be the time to rush into things, marriages and families and war planning. As long as the world remains turning, does it really matter?" Looking back down at the paper, she studied the words she already had written. Nothing but a greeting, and an apology.

Leaning back slightly she laid the feather pen down on the paper and just stared at it for a moment. "Perhaps the faster we move things along, the less it will feel like we're all actually going to die."

@riverrcns