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who: @garrick-cargyll where: the coronation of king jaehaerys targaryen, second of his name. brianna is stood in a congregation with the other greens, who all seemed to have been placed together; around her are the other noble lords and ladies of those who fought for the name of aegon.
dark, vivid orbs flickered through the various faces that seemed to be stood within the mighty halls of the red keep. never before had brianna of stone hedge stood within these halls, nor had she looked upon the iron throne; how uncomfortable it appeared, for the thousands of swords would no doubt slice through the flesh of those who were supposed to sit upon it. slice through the human element of the king, and force them into more of a statue: it was then she remembered the targaryens were not men, but they were gods. untouchable, and once again, the large amount of stormlanders present had reminded her of the fact they had taken more land.
and the steps, or the stepstones, which was always said with much importance and foreboding, though she did not always understand why. what was so special about the stepstones? or signifiant?
her hands clasped together before her black skirts, threaded with prints of maroon and forrest green; though more in an effort to keep herself from fidgeting at such a coronation. her eyes caught with fiona and anastacia both, stood amongst the vale congregation, and she pulled a slight face at them before fixing her face. there came the blasting sounds of trumpets and drums, to some tune that sounded otherworldly, that sounded valyrian. her breath held slightly as she watched the doors, readying for them to open, feeling the same breath being held across the crowd.
king jaehaerys targaryen, second of his name, the conqueror. the man who had taken the crown, and had risked a second dance erupting. surrounded by stormlanders, by westermen, or at least that was what she had heard.
they were all stood together, it appeared; and even though brianna had not been educated in matters of politics, it were obvious this were a statement. all the greens were with one another. she glanced to her side, noting the similar features of the man of golden tooth she had seen some months ago at the wedding of the king of the reach, remembering the way she had seen him from across the room and remembered all the times she had seen him before. how he had always caused her heart to beat, and whilst their orbs met, there was no amused smile that crossed their features at this event. she almost felt like she would not dare, not here. her eyes lingered for a moment, before looking to the left.
lord garrick of house cargyll was a man she knew from the brief time he had stayed at stone hedge to have a wound cleansed by a maester that was at risk of being infected. she remembered taking one look at it, after much badgering, and realising due to the colour slowly going yellow, it would need cleaning more regularly in the hours before a maester could see the lord. within a few days he had left, once again accompanied by her brother's legion, to continue fighting across the riverlands. she looked at him, almost impatiently, wondering when the moment would come where the king would be revealed.
and when the doors opened, her well known dark brows raised. and then narrowed. seriously narrowed, in confusion, and in shock. what kind of joke was this? "what the fuck does vaegon velaryon think he be doin stood dere at a king's coronation?" brianna muttered under her breath, maintaining moments of eye contact with garrick. her face nodded towards the man that had just emerged from the other side of the doors. this was the man that had found her stood upon a chair some days earlier, and had tried to offer her coin for some godsforsaken reason. "not proper that be. real odd. what be the proper way to say it?"
"queer."
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COOL BOOKS THAT CALL OUT THE BULLSHIT MEN HAVE BEEN FEEDING US SINCE DAY ONE the Mediterranean edition
Look close. Do you see a problem here?
GALLAGHER GROUNDS, 9:15AM --- So far, Nina was far from pleased when she arrived back at Gallagher. She were not able to get her room back nor was she on the floor dedicated to her family. Minor inconvenience but Nina like to blow things out of proportion. She was dressed to go out of town but she was not really in the mood to see Roseville, yet it wasn’t like her current room situation is giving her comfort.
Feeling a little lost, she approaches a group of people waiting for the shuttle service. “ One a scale of 1 to fucked up, how much trauma did you all went through while I was gone that they allowed everyone to go to Roseville? “ She asks no one in particular. All information not related to the mission was held back to her for her to be focused on the job at hand. [ @gallagherstart ]
Few days ago, Cecily decided to do her spring cleaning two months earlier (mostly because she needed to distract herself from all the craziness had been going on) and decluttered pretty much everything she owned. It was particularly harder for Cecily, someone who’s always had a hard time to letting things go, whether it was someone she loved or a small piece of fabric. When she found Frank’s jumper back in her drawer, she thought about tossing it out and moving on. Every time she tried, she ended up putting the jumper back in her drawer and she hated herself for doing it. Clearly Frank forgot about the jumper, just like every other thing he forgot about Cecily and their relationship. Or maybe he had a bad memory. Cecily wasn’t sure anymore.
She grabbed the jumper with a quick move, changed her clothes, didn’t give herself much time to think and made her way to Frank’s flat. Maybe returning the jumper back would give her some sort of a closure. Cecily was wearing her checked blazer, matched it with a dark burgundy corduroy skirt (no matter how depressed she was, there’s no way she would show up like a mess). His jumper was in her giant bag, Cecily could feel her heart beating faster as she came closer to his flat, a place that she used to love spending time in.
Truth be told, Cecily was eager to see Frank, as pathetic as she was feeling in that very moment, she couldn’t deny her feelings. She finally found the courage to face Frank again.
And then.. She saw a familiar face leaving his place. What was I thinking? Cecily thought, shaking her head slowly. Of course Alice was at his place. Her lips pressed together, Cecily waited for Alice to leave before taking a step further. Once the other woman was out of her sight, she quickly walked towards his front door, very much annoyed. She knocked his door, each knock was harder than the other. @franklongbooty
You're eyes don't match your words. They look like they want more but you say you don't need more...
His name is Neon and there’s nothing even remotely appealing about him. He doesn’t fit any of my lore, both his gene and colour combo are horrid and frankly he wasn’t worth the money I paid for him…
And yet I just can’t help but love him.