#fatedtruths

[cookiefate]

Cookiefate for April 24th: "One that would have the fruit must climb the tree."

Modern convenience is a joy, enjoy a gas station dinner tonight and spare yourself the climbing.

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[firstscn]

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!” - ( Henry ) @fatedtruths

It's TOO LATE. Alex wants to say, wants to shout at Henry, because he doesn't truly believe he can even be saved. He's either going to win these games, or he's going to come out the other side a broken man, because of how many he's going to watch as they lose their lives. Or worse, have it taken by him.

He'd always tried to AVOID the parade when it had been on TV, but being an actual part of it, and being paraded around, had been way worse than he could have ever imagined. He'd always known that the people of the Capitol were terrible, but to actually watch them engage like this, and cheer for people whose lives are forsaken? It's disgusting.

He's pretty HIGH in the rankings, too, though he thinks it's mostly because of his mother and people's interest in watching him crash and burn, but hoping he'll provide some good entertainment beforehand. It's only ONE more day until the games, and he wishes Henry would have stayed away, because Alex can feel the anger bubbling up in his chest. Anger, not directed at Henry, but he fears the other is going to become an unwilling target.

"Take care of my FAMILY." he says instead. "Whatever happens, Henry, you have to promise me that."

[tofeelthecold]

fantasy sentence quote starters || accepting

@fatedtruths said: She is a perfectly terrible person. ---- from tom (branson) for tom (barrow)

"Which is why we should be glad she's gone for now," Thomas chuckled as he looked at Tom. He always felt like he could be a little more open and speak a little more freely with him than he could with anyone else.

[voluntadfuerte]

@fatedtruths​ bc you said i could (im abusing of my power haha)

Ward regretted the decisions he had done for Garrett. He wanted to do everything right by him, to prove he could be counted on, to prove he wasn’t a weakling. And in the process, he had hurt the only people that seemed to have accepted him for who he was - minus the HYDRA part. And he had hurt Fitz the most, to which he felt so much regret. Falling for him wasn’t part of his mission. And he had acted selfishly. Put his mission in danger, to which he should have never ended. And hurt a wonderful guy. “I’m so sorry for everything. I know there’s nothing I can do or say that’ll make you forgive me. But I need you to know that I wasn’t faking it. My feelings for you were real.”

[amillixnvoicesarch]

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction. - ( Henry ) @fatedtruths

June wouldn't necessarily consider herself a DOG PERSON, but she can appreciate the cuteness of one, especially since David is basically part of the family now. Her lips curve into a grin as she finds the dog running towards her at full speed ( whatever that means for him ) with Henry following behind on the leash.

Her grin widens when she can tell that this obviously isn't THE PLAN, and Henry's slightly panicked expression makes her laugh as she opens her arm for her brother's boyfriend to break his speed, making sure neither of them gets knocked over.

"Bet you didn't expect me, huh?" She laughs, eventually bending down to pat David. "Just wanted to check in you know, to make sure your family hasn't locked either of you in a tower,"

[west1rosi]

"Come.   Let   us   dance.   I   made   this   piece   myself."   The   prince   speaks,   proud   of   his   artistry.   And   he   had   been   careful   to   make   it   work.   Music   sheet   of   his   own   making,   and   he   made   sure   the   musicians   played   it   as   he   envisioned   it   in   his   head.   Perhaps   with   this   he   will   make   amends   with   his   wife,   who   he   is   aware   of,   he   had   neglected.   "Let's   dine   and   dance   like   we   did   on   our   wedding   day."   All   of   King's   Landing   had   been   there,   that   he   remembers.   Now   it's   the   same,   except   the   tourney   couldn't   fit   the   population   of   the   capital   so   this   was   just   the   most   important   members   of   nobility.   A   nuisance,   perhaps,   but   Rhaegar   enjoyed   showcasing   his   abilities,   be   it   with   a   sword,   a   joust   or   with   music.   Hand   extended   for   Elia   to   take,   lilac   eyes   settle   into   hers.

@fatedtruths rhaegar starter ft. elia.

[northsballadmoved]

@fatedtruths, loras tyrell — ❝ every word i say is kindling. ❞

 ‍ crystalline hues raise from gloved hands, fingers subconciously adjusting the fabric in a familiar restless habit — and linger, for the first time since arrival, on the knight of flowers. he is still as she remembers, one of the few bright spots during her captivity in king's landing; curling, sun - kissed hair, a confidently handsome face and kind eyes. these features seem to be shared among most of the tyrells she's met. but looking back, loras' kindness seemed more genuine. he had nothing to gain from her companionship. ( this is not how she likes to think of margaery's benevolence either, but she has been forced to face many truths in the last few years. ) furthermore, he'd never hid his boyish hubris.

 ‍ strange. when she was a child, he had always seemed much older. but only a handful of years separate them. ( she can see the toll of the years now, though. grief is a shadow she's familiar with. )

 ‍ ❝ . . . perhaps it is not such a bad thing, in hindsight. i've come to notice that some people need the fire under their feet before they become useful. ❞ the muse is bordering on a jest, but cautiously. sansa still feels odd here. she is no longer the bird kept in a cage by the lannisters, but the echoes linger in the memories the tyrell surfaces.

[bestofthem]

[𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑]: Renly comes back with powers. Grisha inspired verse. | plotted [𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌]: @fatedtruths​ | Loras

A green tent. Candles. Cold. Brienne screaming. Then...nothing. It isn’t like sleeping, it isn’t like when you close your eyes. It is...something else. Is he dead? What has happened? But if he is dead, then how is the thinking? Should he be afraid? He was scared of the dark once. Yet now this feels like...home. It feels as if he has been away for too long, and the absence has exhausted him. This, whatever it is, does not feel merely relaxing, but like a place where he can regain his strength. A strength he didn’t even know he had. Something is moving next to him. He feels himself smiling, but he doesn’t know why.

The next thing he knows is that he is gasping, struggling to breathe as if he has been deprived of air for way too long. It is too bright, so he must have opened his eyes,  his surroundings familiar, yet everything is out of focus for a moment. Still, this means he must be alive. He is on the ground. Seconds later, he notices Loras  — whether it is because he sees him next to him, because he hears his voice, or feels his touch, he knows that at least he is not alone. It takes him another moment to breathe properly. Why is it so difficult? For a brief moment, everything gets dark around them, as if it is the middle of the night. He’s breathing better now, he feels better. The moment passes and it is daylight again. It is all in his head, a reminiscence of his dream, of course, what else could it be?  ❝What happened?❞ he asks Loras, his voice hoarse, weak. Still on the ground, he blinks, trying to remember. They...they were supposed to be fighting Stannis. ❝Did...did we lose?❞ his voice still sounds the same and he places his hand on his neck. There is a scar there. What in the seven hells had happened? Why is it all a blur?