#denouemente

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the boston adventure buddies. buzzy cohen, miriam al-khatib, and seth shawky. feat. @denouemente

[wovetalesarc]

it’s    been    quite    some    time    since    the    young    heir    to    house    ravenswood found    himself    in    king's    landing    ,    but    its    essential    that    he    mingles    with    those    in    the    castle    despite    having    little    care    of    who    these    people    are    ,    only    here    for    appearances    &    nothing    more.    he    dreads    having    to    speak    to    the    hightower's    once    this    ball    is    done    ,    as    he    know    they    will    insist    that    his    family    bend    the    knee    to    aegon    &    offer    benefits    as    to    why    that    is    the    right    side    to    choose.    theo    was    not    in    attendance    when    his    father    bent    the    knee    to    rhaenyra at the time she was pronounced heir    ,    but    he    knows    if    his    father    were    alive    ,    he'd    want    to    see    through    to    his    vow    &    keep    his    promise    to    the    peaceful    king    viserys    ,    who    ,    gods    rest    him    ,    kept    the    realms    as    safe    as    they    had ever    have    been.    it    seems    to    be    an    easy    choice    ,    but    his    house    remains    divided    on    the    subject    ,    many    wanting    to    fulfill    their    oath to the king    ,    while    others    follow    a    more    traditional    line    of    thinking.    nevertheless    ,    theo    will    have    to    deal    with    that    conversation    later    whether    he    wants    to    or    not    ,    but    there    is    no    reason    why    he    shouldn't    enjoy    himself    with    a    dance or two for the time being    ,    smiling    as    he    approaches    lady    alicent's    only    daughter    ,    @denouemente    ,    offering    a    hand    so    that    he    may    lead    her    to    the    dance    floor.

gently    ,    he    takes    her    into    his    arms    to    lead    ,    but    she    seems    resistive    to    the    touch    at    first    ,    or    at    least    ,    it    appears    that    way.    concern    crosses    theo's    features    when    she    seems    hesitant    to    look    his    way    &    the    last    thing    he'd    ever    want    is    to    make    a    lady    uncomfortable.    ❝    so    obviously    this    isn't    the    result    you    wanted    today    ,    ❞    the    lady    helaena    speaks    softly    to    him    &    all    theo    can    do    in    response    is    offer    a    smile    that    doesn't    quite    reach    his    eyes    ,    her    dejected response    speaking    a    thousand    words    as    to    her    situation    living    in    his    castle.

❝    actually    ,    this    is    perfect.    ❞    he    isn't    jesting    in    the    slightest.    wanting    to    remain    respectful    ,    he    keeps    their    hand    holding    loose    &    featherlight    ,    allowing    her    the    chance    to    move    away    should    she    need    to    do    so.    greens    or    blacks    don't    matter    here.    all    he    wants    is    to    ensure    this    poor    girl    is    content    ,    even    if    its    just    for    a    brief    moment    in    time.    ❝    you    saved    me    from    having    a    very    uncomfortable    conversation    with    your    grandsire.    if    anything    ,    you've    saved    me    lady    helaena    &    i    can't    thank    you    enough.    ❞    theo    grins    ,    now    slowly    leading    the    young    woman    into    a    gentle    sway    ,    the    music    joyous    &    beautiful    as    they    move    together    &    the    song    ends    faster    than    they    expected.    he    bows    before    her    &;    releases    her hands    ,    but    he    doesn't    move    away    just    yet    ,    &    a    part    of    him    isn't    too    sure    why.    ❝    i    would    love    to    dance    with    you    more    ,    my    lady    ,    but    i    believe    the    cooks    just    brought    out    some    cake    that    i    cannot    take    my    eyes    from.    ❞    he    grins    mischievously    ,    head    tilting    toward    the    table    where    the    cake    lies.    ❝    shall    we    investigate    it    together    ?    ❞

[belayadeath-goner]

A. TARGARYEN: I GOTTA BE CAREFUL, GOTTA WATCH WHAT I SAY. @denouemente

it's the lot of being a second son, always has been. always the ones forgotten, cast aside in favour of the first born, no matter schooling or actual capabilities. the prince has voiced how strenuous the relationship with his brother, the king, had always been; and albeit still not much, the woman sees enough for herself as is.

evening long since passed and engulfed by the darkness of night. he's resting against the mantel of the fireplace, eye glaring into the crackling flames in the hearth whilst bianca herself was seated in an arm chair not too far off, remains of a half - drunk cup of wine swirling in her hand. “  history oft favours the unworthy.  ” a callous comment, though dared in the privacy of aemond's company in the lone room. the warrior lifted a boot, and let it drop to rest against the edge of the sitting room table before her, resting elbow against her knee. “  while second sons are always judged more harshly, having to claw for whatever claim they may have.  ” you're no different, she thought, but words remained at the back of her throat. “  though -- from what i've gathered in my short stay, is that you're more than capable of playing the game.  ”

[astrodeus]

everything around the spacious bedroom shimmered under the kiss of candlelight,   a gilded bird winked its ruby eyes at harwin from one corner of the room,   its sharp beak caught mid-peck against an emerald grape,   no doubt a gift from pentos;   from the other end,   the vermillion canopy fluttered against the chill breeze that slipped in from the balcony,   an uninvited guest carrying on its wings the scent of lavender,   but harwin was engrossed by the lacquered board that separated him from princess rhaenyra.   miniature dragons,   elephants,  horses and figures crowded the checkered terrain,   each strategically placed and coordinated to ensure victory.    he can still remember his father’s words,   lodged in the underside of his memories like a pebble stuck in a shoe:  strategy games were whetstones that sharpen the mind,   but harwin had always preferred the real clash of swords in place of these fabricated skirmishes,   and larys was much better suited at the game than harwin ever will be.   he could not deny the wishes of @denouemente ,   though,   so he played,   unpolished and brute in his strategy,   yet favoured by the fortune of the bold.    elephant to king   :   a daring move.    “ a game of cyvasse is never over until the last move is made,  princess,  ”    amusement clawed and picked at the rough edges of his voice,   softening what would’ve been a verbal bite into a joke.   rhaenyra is quiet in her tactics,   a predator stalking her prey,   or teasing,   she was no stranger to that.    a flourish of dainty fingers had the candles flicker and dance as one of harwin’s elephants fell prey to rhaenyra’s dragon,   snatched from the board prematurely,   leaving harwin’s king defenseless.    “ i'm afraid i’m too stubborn to be a proper strategist,  ”    the battle between sterness and levity was brief on his lips, frown surrendering to a chuckle.

" you're just like me, you can't change who you are. "

and perhaps that was the reason why they suited each other so well, each steadfast in their beliefs, unafraid to pursue their desires, indulge them, against all odds and expectations, against the straightjacket of decorum that bound nobles to duty and positions alike. “  forgive me,   princess,   but pray  – what stakes did we agree upon?  ”

[highaver]

@denouemente. call.

Balfour didn't hold back the loud yawn as he sprawled out across the sofa - and directly over Ásgeirr's lap. He positioned himself quite comfortably, feet hanging off the edge of the too-short sofa, over the arm. "You're quite a good pillow, actually."

[mightiar]

@denouemente. colin & penelope. you can kiss me, you know.

"colin!" she squeals softly, eyes widening at the boldness of his statement. or perhaps she was more flustered that he could so easily tell what she was thinking. she pushes at his shoulder with her hand admonishingly. it was hardly her fault that her mind had strayed, when last they had been left alone and unchaperoned in a carriage, things had taken a rather indecent turn. blue eyes dart about the cabin, to the parted curtains. losing themselves amidst the empty streets of mayfair at midnight had been one thing, broad daylight however seemed terribly shameless. "what if someone should see?"

[fals3nd]

"hey! you're jackie taylor, right?" riley's voice rings out clear and cheerful as she picks up the pace on her morning run to catch up with the other girl, auburn ponytail swinging as she smiles brightly. her tee-shirt declares that she's somehow affiliated with the giles corey high-school tigers and the orange cheer bow in her hair is a pretty clear symbol as to how. "sorry to ambush you, i saw your team practicing when i was there for a game, and you're amazing." nothing like her own squad. @denouemente

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DID YOU KNOW YOURE THE BEST AND COOLEST AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

DID YOU KNOW YOU'RE THE BEST AND I LOVE YOU RIGHT BACK? i can barely remember a time when we weren't friends and we weren't sending memes or tiktoks or sharing our mutual love of boston rob or yung gravy 😂 like you've just been here forever. i love u