#crumbledstatues

[celtigaar]

@crumbledstatues said: "what if they kissed?" for aegon (because you know i had to) / send "what if they kissed?" for a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together

——— the great contradiction of large parties was that the more people attended, the less likely you were to be seen. as such it was a surprisingly simple endeavour to slip away unnoticed, provided one was careful to not be gone too long. and could anyone blame her if she should feel stifled and hot indoors, what with so many people and so much dancing, and desire fresh air? and wasn't it only right that a lady not go out alone at such an hour? and wasn't prince aegon so kind to escort her?

cerys waited until the sounds of the festivities had fallen behind.

❝ you're out of wine. ❞ she gestured to the empty cup he still held. ❝ i might have some left. ❞

but she didn't pass her goblet to him, though it was yet half-full —rather she sat the vessel aside, placed her free hand upon the back of his neck, and gently guided him down to kiss and allow him to taste the wine still on her lips.

[zobriezalarys]

@crumbledstatues asked: ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜ - from Alys

she   holds   his   hand   before   he   has   a   chance   to   move   it   away   and   let   it   as   it   is.   it   would   not   be   the   worst   of   his   injuries   and   he   is   not   going   to   be   stopped   by   a   mild   cut   on   his   hand   when   he   had   suffered   worse.   shoulder   had   been   burned   with   an   arrow   on   fire   and   yet,   he   lives.   but   alys   rivers   is   a   mystery   of   a   woman   who   does   not   seem   to   have   aptitude   for   protocol   or   decour,   or   to   be   aware   that   she   should   not   speak   to   a   king   consort   in   such   a   manner.  

but   he   had   never   been   a   royal   who   cared   for   rules   and   he   would   not   do   so   now,   so   he   keeps   hand   still   and   looks   at   the   emerald   gaze   of   the   woman.   "you   keep   giving   me   things   i   might   start   to   think   you   are   poisoning   me,   witch."   the   nickname   is   given   in   amusement   and   perhaps   a   jest   as   he   watches   her   work   on   the   cut,   whatever   ointment   is   put   there,   the   wound   does   not   ache   at   the   touch   and   soon,   there   is   fresh   cloth   to   be   put   around   it.   "this   is   nothing.   I   do   not   scare   away   from   injuries   easy,   alys."

[divin3rot]

𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. her head leans back against the back of the chair, her eyes closed, her hand gripping her cup tighter than before. why did he have to do this now, bring it up now ? it seemed aegon was relentless in probing his mother as to why he wasn't 'good enough' for her ... or so he saw it. but, did alicent ? would she ever admit that to herself or even outloud for that matter ? the answer: no. she would go around the question, give excuses. if aegon were to know her inner feelings, thoughts, on him she feared it would be far too crushing. & so, it feels cruel to do so. ( i am your mother, i love you. i am your mother, i am disappointed the kind of person you've turned out to be. i would throw myself in front of you to protect you, but you represent nothing good to me. ) head goes back to facing forward were brown eyes settle on him ... the distance between them both physical & emotional. it always has been & some part of her regrets it.

@crumbledstatues SAID, " I'VE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING, AND IT'S STILL NOT ENOUGH. "

❛ what do you classify as 'everything' aegon ? ❜ asks alicent, tone on edge. uncomfortable, tense. nostrils flare slightly with another heavy intake of breath. ❛ what more ... could you possibly want from me ? ❜ caring, understanding, motherly affection perhaps. hand begins to mess absently with the star necklace around her neck, an alternative to picking her nails bloody the more uncomfortable alicent becomes. ❛ i have done my best. you may not see it that way, my boy, but i have. i have given you ... everything i know to give you as your mother. i have tried. ❜ 'but, of course you wish to leech more out of me ... to peck me to death like all children do.' alicent thinks. or, is it just hers ?

[sparedson]

“Happy name day, brother,” instantly out of Helaena’s mouth the moment she took sight of him. It had always been a joyous occasion for her, even if life descended into chaos sometimes. It was a reminder of his existence, that he was, in fact, here. The beadwork presented to him on an article of clothing that went missing moons ago was presented upon upturned palms, the first true smile in some time gracing her. Beautiful mirages of dragons and flowers of beads and threads to bestow upon him. A nudge of her shoulder broke the vision of just them two, another pair of violet eyes joining the group. “Aegon,” urged through gritted teeth.

“Yes, yes. Happy name day, brother,” a pat on the arm being his gift, although it was accompanied with a smile. “May this be the most … joyous one yet.” He had grown, yes, taller and stronger — the son the family truly needed. Mayhaps this would be the year to prove that.

celebrating aem's birthday a day late bc i'm slow <3 ft. @crumbledstatues

a soft smile, one reserved only for his sister. " what is this ? " upon closer inspection of the beadwork, the young prince hums in appreciation. " good to know my favorite coat was in your capable hands the entire time i've been searching for it, " he murmurs with a raised brow, his tone just barely on the edge of teasing. aemond clears his throat then, offering helaena a quiet 'thank you'. his attention briefly settles on aegon. at least he was not wasting the day away in his chambers. that was a present in itself.

" perhaps you can accompany me to the training yard, aegon, " he says as he begins to pass helaena, stopping to press a kiss upon the crown of her head while giving her hand a light squeeze to silently express his gratitude once more. " it would make my nameday far more joyous. "

[divin3rot]

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇. it makes her pause, hands stilling over the blanket pulled close to helaena's chest. expression is notably confused appearing with furrowed eyebrows, downturned lips. a certain light in her eyes which helaena might be familiar with despite alicent's constant attempts to understand. to put together what she might've meant---ever since she was younger, even as she nears adulthood, pieces of nonsense or things from her dreams left her mouth. it made alicent wonder ... did helaena fully understand them or was she, often times, as confused as the rest of them ? ( viserys mentioning 'dreamers' comes to mind. her husband struggling to stay still, a cup full of wine in his hand as he had the entire day. fire burning her cheeks, young queen's look of concern. 'very few in my line have been dreamers.' were his words. )

@crumbledstatues SAID, " THERE ARE FIGURES HIDING IN THE SHADOWS, WAITING TO STRIKE. "

reaching forward, alicent's fingers brush strands of silver from helaena's violet eyes. the mother tries to be reassuring, ❛ you have nothing to be afraid of, helaena. ❜ it sounds dismissive, but what more could she say ? alicent does not see what helaena does in her dreams, when her eyes close. ❛ we are here to protect me. your mother especially. ❜ to this alicent smiles before leaning down to press lips to her forehead. ❛ try to rest, my darling. it is late. ❜

[celtigaar]

@crumbledstatues said : hc + 🚶‍♂️ for a habit-themed headcanon / send an emoji for a headcanon

cerys visits the great sept fairly regularly even though she doesn't like it. it is very different from the claw isle religious sites, which tend to be smaller, more aesthetically reflective of the sea, and tied to older valyrian and celtigar religious practices. the sept feels foreign and cold to her, but she attends anyway as a social practice. she also has a small altar in her room to the maiden that is arranged in the celtigar style and is arguably more about giving her a piece of home than serving a religious function.

[zaldarias-a]

making  that  gif  was  a  mistake,  i  fear

[celtigaar]

@crumbledstatues

——— cerys hardly blinked as she looked at him. that was in part due to the lingering adrenaline —he had frightened her badly; and in part a means of attempting to figure him out. she didn't wish to close her eyes lest she should miss something, some expression or gesture, that would lead her to understand him. she continued to stare after he had finished apologizing.

he'd acted thoughtlessly, brusquely, but had not done her harm. if he had intended to hurt her, surely her stating that he was scaring her would not have stopped him. why then was he here? why did he fidget so? why did he ask to stay even if only to sit here in the dark? why did he apologize, again and again? why should he claim to not know why he came?

❝ you can hold me, if you like. ❞ her voice broke the silence that had fallen between them, but she did not like the sound of her words, so stiff and awkward. too unconcerned, when she was anything but. vulnerability did not come naturally to her. cerys tried again, softer, touching the cushions of the settee she sat on.

❝ come over here. i want you to hold me. ❞