#divinemischiefhq

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closed for @ravasz

"A  little  bird  may  have  told  me  that  the  kitchen  has  a  surplus  of  custard  tarts."  Myranda  tugged  at  the  back  of  Martyn's  sleeve,  stepping  out  from  the  shadows  like  she  was  made  of  them.  She  had  found  herself  making  unlikely  friends  in  Highgarden,  but  there  were  none  so  dear  to  her  heart  as  her  cousin,  and  when  her  mind  felt  clouded,  there  was  no  one  else  she  trusted  as  much  to  clear  it.  And  if,  perhaps,  a  northerner  had  been  seen  fleeing  the  kitchen  after  making  a  special  request...  Well,  she  could  only  hope  that  rumours  would  not  float  their  way  back  to  the  winter  sun.  With  so  many  seemingly  indisposed  after  the  event,  either  too  tired  or  too  hungover  to  wander  the  halls,  it  was  the  kind  of  peace  she  normally  only  felt  at  home,  or  selected  places  in  the  north,  rather  than  the  ill  feeling  that  struck  her  in  the  reach.  "I  thought,  seeing  it  is  such  a  nice  day,  and  the  gardens  seem  hardly  utilised  at  all  right  now,  perhaps  we  could...  Relieve  the  burden  from  the  kitchens,  and  find  a  quiet  place."

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CLOSED STARTER ✦ martyn stark ( @divinemischiefhq )

❝ i thought you're going to help me avoid dancing ... this does not look beneficial at all , martyn . ❞ he learned not to ask , never did . otherwise , it may spiral into more arduous situations knowing how creative martyn can be . and with him , it was only a matter of time before trouble is met . there's excitement in it surely , but he cannot help but worry . he may not meet the lord stark's expectation of his participation , or the lack thereof . ❝ where are we even going ? ❞

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dance  card  eleven  —  martyn stark  ,  alara  dayne ,  jessamine hightower ,  kovarro  zalyne  , maika templeton .

to be under the infiltrating gaze of an overbearing parent stifles . but as  ruling  lady  ,  maika must  humor  them  for a time ,  not only for the sake of friendly relations , but to evaluate marriage candidates thrown in her direction . this particular mama grates on already threadbare patience , however , and caliginous hues sweep the glittering room for something , anything of interest to pull away . hasty excuse falls from lips upon finding her salvation . approaching her target with similar urgency , the knight of ninestars scarcely misses a beat as she plucks two small plates of refreshments along the way . perhaps there's a truth to her being called the fairy knight after all ? " @cursebrcken @divinemischiefhq @insooth @steelfyre , "  a dip of her head . " it appears you are next on my dance card . we need not dance — i have little desire to . but perhaps we might indulge in refreshments instead . " she holds one plate out , not unlike an offering .

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closed for @divinemischiefhq

"Do  not  tell  me  that  is  your  work."  Myranda  nodded  towards  a  liege  with  a  barely  concealed  chuckle,  looking  down  at  a  piece  of  paper  with  something  of  an  awestruck  look  to  their  face.  Hands  were  clasped  gently  in  front  of  her,  as  she  kept  a  clear  eye  for  any  of  her  intended  dance  partners,  eager  to  keep  herself  closer  to  the  shadows  of  the  room,  and  yet  she  couldn't  help  but  step  into  the  light  to  bug  her  favourite  cousin.  "As  though  some  of  the  favours  did  not  cause  enough  commotion  at  the  joust,  now  you  add  kindling  to  the  fire."  She  sighed  deeply.  "A  beautiful  night.  I  must  admit,  I  had  never  experienced  something  even  half  as  dream-like  back  home."

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closed for @divinemischiefhq

"Does  a  joust  not  seem  awfully  barbaric."  Myra's  face  twisted  into  a  grimace.  Her  opinion  was  not  solely  because  of  the  friend  they  shared  on  the  lists,  but  her  hand  gripped  Martyn's  arm  rather  tight.  Her  stomach  wrapped  itself  in  knots  as  she  thought  of  all  the  things  that  could  go  wrong.  Just  because  it  was  a  game,  doesn't  mean  someone  couldn't  get  hurt and hadn't they all had enough injury and death to last them a lifetime?  "I  just  mean,  in  the  context  of  what  has  happened  in  the  past  few  months...  Surely  the  celebration  would  have  been  complete  without  the  threat  of  injury."  She  sighed,  letting  go  only  to  grab  two  drinks  from  a  passing  tray,  handing  one  to  Martyn.  Some  arbor  wine,  she  cared  not  for  which,  if  only  to  help  dull  the  noise that  surrounded  them.  "I  don't  even  know  if  I  can  bear  to  watch."  She  would,  dramatics  swept  up  into  the  crowd  and  it's  excitement,  and  entirely  forgotten  by  the  time  the  first  opponents  entered  the  arena.  "I  can  sit  with  you,  right?"

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@ravasz said "Arya  did  it  after  all,  how  hard  can  it  be?"

"I'm  going  to  tell  her  you  said  that!"  Myranda  laughed,  an  easy  solace  in  the  scene.  Martyn  had  always  inspired  a  sense  of  comfort,  for  as  long  as  she  could  remember,  laughter  always  coming  a  little  easier,  silence  never  awkward.  They  never  asked  her  to  be  anything  than  what  she  was,  even  when  she  wished  to  be  different  herself.  "As  soon  as  I  recover  from  this  sugar  coma,  I  will  be  reporting  your  words  back!"

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closed for @divinemischiefhq

"Of  course,  and..."  Blue  eyes  narrowed  over  the  shoulder  of  the  liege  she  found  herself  trapped  in  conversation  with,  a  plan  formulated  before  she  could  so  much  as  consider  it.  "Deepest  apologies,  my  liege,  but  I  believe  a  family  matter  has  come  up.  I  do  hope  we  can  continue  this  conversation  at  a  later  date."  Sometime  after  the  long  night,  perhaps,  though  she  does  not  say  this.  She  crosses  the  room  as  though  being  chased,  gritted  teeth  pulled  into  something  resembling  a  smile.  She  had  little  of  her  cousin's  charm,  as  much  as  she  tried  to  study  them,  and  could  not  bear  the  thought  of  more  vapid  conversation.  "If  you  cannot  facilitate  my  escape,  Martyn,  I  fear  I  may  scream.  Truly,  it  would  be  a  heroic  deed."  Her  voice  was  low,  her  words  dramatic,  and  yet  she  had  no  shame  in  admitting  as  much  to  them.  "Please."