#c: leander

[meriwether-fr]

can finally see this effect in action :)

[casterlygldcs]

who: @leanderlefford when and where: shortly after various septons of the west receive correspondence from the high septon of oldtown. the master of whispers is informed of treason, and makes an abrupt request to meet with the king privately. this is set during a public feast, private for the westerlands court.

the majority of the court of elegant savagery were currently feasting on courses and courses of decadent, gluttonous food that seemed to never truly end. the feasting and the wine continued to flow, as lavishly as everything seemed to do in the reach: and yet, it were obvious within the court of the westerlands that there was some tension brewing. it had been some days since the prince of fair isle had erupted, and with him came all the threats of a seeming madman: only arron lannister was not a mad man. he would commit such things should his thread to humanity become severed. and that thread to humanity seemed willing to severe herself, time and time again; their decency was concerning, as were the rumours that seemed to continuously swirl about them. one blowing up at the river king, the other refusing to sign an oath that would make her safe.

the lions of lannister would rip themselves apart, so it seemed. gone were the days when such a thought would make him feel sick to his stomach.

and that was not even starting to think of the other matter at hand: the one that concerned the high septon and his ripples being felt across the westerlands. the move to centralise the faith was imperative, and yet it would not be an easy one: people would die for their faith, his own blood included by the looks of it. it would take years to undo the sense of normalcy that came with the high septon, as it had been him for years; an overnight miracle would not occur. if there was one thing their allies did well, it was patience; and it was something the lion court would need to exercise far more of, rather than striking out against one another at the first opportunity. as much as they were humans, with cunning to prove it, there were times where they felt more like lions. hunting prey, before pouncing, going in for the kill.

he briefly noted lord leander lefford being approached by a man he had not seen before. an associate, no doubt. the man had a network of his own, one the king did not need to understand nor intercept.

he were sat beside the queen of the west, she who wore a crown and continued to involve herself within the court and the realm that was now her own; he was pointing out members of the nobility that had history with his father when a servant approached him. a messaged was relayed to tyland lannister, directly from the master of whispers himself: if there was any event where such a role would thrive, it was one such as this. and yet, it were unlike leander lefford to make such a sudden request it could not wait until morning. the king rose from his chair at the head of the ornate feasting table, making brief eye contact with his cousin. his mood was already foul, questionable, and he felt as though this news was going to do further cause his temper to spark.

it hardly did spark. and yet still, as the men briefly entered a side chamber, noting the way many courtiers went quiet upon realising the king was retiring with his master of whispers, the door closed heavy behind them. tyland had dismissed the servants, and on the outside were guards emblazoned with the sigil of lions. loyal to them. "what is it?" the king asked, almost after a beat.

[meriwether-fr]

some drawings from last night... working on a design for candlelight which is. certainly going. it’s going. 

[meriwether-fr]

just some fae practice

[meriwether-fr]

fixed this drawing & yknow i do actually like it quite a bit

[meriwether-fr]

i drew leander with dark sclera one (1) time & uh yea i've decided on eye type lmao

[meriwether-fr]

permababies my beloved

[anastacia-templeton]

an unsent letter crumbled to desecration covered in dried stains of tears. the paper is illegible.

leander,

i find that your words have certainly rung true after all of these years. after my many incidents, i have been unable to find what i desire; after so much loss, as you're aware. i believe that you have poisoned me. i only wish to write to understand what i am lacking. i know you absolutely care not on my feelings, only when i can come over to satiate your desires. i fear that is all i am good for at this point in my time, a toy. i find that our understanding is ruining my betrothal, and i only wish for you to try and get it through your amazingly thick skull that all i desire is to be happy. i just want one thing and it seems that your claws run deep. i am unable to find anything but darkness. the cloud that constantly lingers above me.

i found love in the lord swann, i know you might think that your letter might have gotten under my skin, but he is so wonderful. augustus & agatha enjoy his presence, they do that small mewl-squeak whenever they see him, and if they like him, then i find that he is worthy of my trust. my trust, the thing you've broken from me and somehow, i fall for your empty promises every time.

i just desire for you to quit clouding my mind so i may make room for how happy i could be. this letter will unfortunately never see anyone's eyes but mine. my mother always gave me an outlet to her endless screaming was to write a letter to whom hurt you, and then ruin it, because if you were to do that then they couldn't hurt you anymore.

i find that you constantly hurt me even though i let it happen. i hold onto scraps that you feed me. and i am tired. i just want this one to stick. they say the people you love, you shall never hurt them but you, leander, hurt everything you touch even if you pretend to love them. i only wish you the best, but i wish to follow my heart, which is with lord swann. please do not write to me anymore. please do not ruin this for me.

sincerely,

lizah.

@leanderlefford