#ellie 002

[bloodfcrblood]

setting : a feast held for the courtiers of king's landing, shortly after the other kingdoms departed, set after the events that occurred within the dragon pits...starter for @ellievswann

lithe figure stood to the side of the room as the courtesans of the crownlands and the stormlands conversed, no doubt about the tragedies that had recently unfolded. it were, perhaps, why the lady of house qoherys, who would normally find herself striking deals and charming other lords and ladies into investing their funds into her gladiator's, instead found herself drowning out the whirlwind of activity and chatter, and leaving the goblet within her hand still quite full. lilac hues drifted downwards to the liquid, it were not blue, but red, and yet still, she could not help but recall the things she had seen when the shade of the evening influenced her mind.

things that she would not speak of, to anyone, not even her sister who's haunting interests seemed real now, yet all she could hear were the screams of those around her, and a dead man upon the floor. it were not a game, then, but entirely real. her resolve was weakened by the drink she felt forced to partake in, and that angered her even more. the figure of another standing just some paces to her side caught her attention now, and she looked up to see elenda swann.

no longer clad in silks of black, but those of rich colors matching the rest of those within this very room, no longer sticking out, but blending in. though saella could spot a stormlander from any point in this room, so she believed. she looked at the woman a moment before approaching her. "the wine is particularly bitter this evening." she simply stated. it were a clear reason to strike up a conversation, for she was certain the other lady, too, was weighed down by whatever thoughts that drink had placed into her mind that fateful day, or perhaps, she were not bothered at all. what had she seen?

[sonnywells]

closed starter for @ellixsss​ ! 

[ DAY AFTER TREE-LIGHTING | 7:21 AM | THE FLOUR GARDEN ]

can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep. sonny’s eyes flutter open, sprawled in his own bed for the first time in countless weeks. turn of the head – the clock’s red lights too blurry to make out. by the time his vision is fully clear, his boot clad feet are trudging through a new dusting of snow. the town is sleepy after its late night, much like greyson wells. thoughts of the tree lighting’s events filter through his mind. sabotaging the evergreen’s lights, seeing bennett and treating him like absolute shit, the horror of letting georgia’s germs permeate his apple cider, a brief moment of levity with frankie, his fist to apollo’s stomach, apollo’s fist to his face, searching high and low for skyler before ending his night in the stowe globe’s newsroom. he couldn’t blame the town for being tired when he’s sure it handled much worse. hands pull from their place tucked into the pockets of his heavier jacket, thankful for the frostbitten air across his aching face, as he passes by a newsstand. TREE (NOT) LIGHTING CEREMONY BREAKS ATTENDANCE RECORDS by georgia laurier, news staff writer. leaving a couple bucks and a grin behind, he tucks the stowe globe’s sunday edition beneath his arm, continuing on his way. it’s not until he can smell whatever ellie has crafted filtering into the air that he stops again. surely she wasn’t too busy to hand over a pastry, for him this time. the bell over the door sounds and greyson recognizes there’s no other customers, allowing him to call out. “oh, eleanor,” a singsong, far from indicative of his true mood. “car to feed the hungry?”