#flourblooms

[kingmaketh]

@flourblooms, 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉𝖆𝖞 i will be covered in m̳o̳s̳s̳.

[forgaeven]

gendry isn't sure how long he's walked.

couldn't even remember, really, how he'd arrived here. not tha' he's certain where here is : the sky's here got a colour to it tha' something in his head takes as nonsensical but simply accepts ( like s' a dream, it is, where all o' things that couldn't possibly happen in real life unfolds in this place with no hesitation ), and the paths gendry's found are winding and twisting and leadin' him to places gendry isn't even sure if he'd ought at all t' walk there. though he does, putting one foot forward 'fter the other simply so he could get somewhere. so he could arrive anywhere.

and then— a garden. again, the true markers or milestones to how he got here went o'er him like mist. one minute, it'd been the dense of the forest. the next, the road had made way to a cobblestone path. when gendry moves ahead, the green around becomes thick, neat bushes. and then, before he knows it, he's following the perfect row of it until more flowers exist in his peripheral. instantly, gendry could feel his hackles raised. everyone knows – everyone who are poor knows – that tended garden could only mean tha' it belonged to a lord or a fortunate merchant. ye' don't just walk on in. ye' could be accused of wantin' t' steal something. take their riches, their food, even these damned flowers.

and all lowborn knows tha' the words o' a highborn, or a man with money, triumphs all else.

gendry gulps, but he's got t' move ahead — trustin' this might lead him t'someone — until, his instinct proven right, in his eyesight, arrives a lady. all sharp-eyes and furious lookin' face. gendry could feel the instinctive need t' lower his head, and he does, for only a second, 'fore he squares his shoulders a lil', and hope he comes across as ... as better. more than the dirt-muck face or seasalt sweat marrin' his eyebrows. ( seasalt ? tha's odd. was he 'ver near a water ? he can't recall. ) gendry licks his lips.

❛ pardon me, ma'am. ❜ he tries, tone uncertain. ❛ it seems m'lost. don't mean t' frighten ye' if i have. ❜

@flourblooms, as plotted ♡

[lykirae]

✿✿ / for elain and catherine? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

pre-established relationships ( always accepting! ) bold for things I can definitely see, italics for maybe / uncertain, strike for can't or struggle to see at all.

🗡   —   for elain ;

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies ( aerion & elain exploring prythian... 👀 )  /  fake friends ( I can 100% see aerion faking his personality with her & making himself seem kinder or more princely than he truly is )  /  recently friends  /  party buddies ( aerion & elain at noble parties... 👀 )  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered ( something something arranged marriage Perhaps )  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

🗡    —   for catherine ;

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract ( they feel very alike )  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract ( same as above )  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

@flourblooms

[seachant]

“i think being truly understood is a far rarer thing than people realize.” / from elain ♡

𓍯 ִֶָ breath's metric dips, doe-eyes blight of their usual glimmer of bouncy joy, staring at her human reflection in the nocturnal sea. there's been a lack of understanding her entire life, a solitude wreathed into her frilled bones of voiceless desperation and drowning gills that sunk her deeper and deeper into her grotto, pushed her farther to cling onto her treasured possessions. every trinket another borrowed story, each one a life reserved only for daydreaming. it was only upon meeting eric that ariel could suddenly breathe again, could reach for the sun and be understood without a word.

glancing at @flourblooms , this pretty high fae that ariel had somehow become acquainted with on one of her travels, she reaches a hand over hers. "as long as just one person understands, it's enough to give you hope." gloss lift of a smile, unsure of what the other has been through to lack this but out of everyone in the world, ariel would understand that feeling. "it is rare. it can take many, many years to find it, or for people around you to finally understand you." patience, she has an abundance of it lacquered over each of her veins, going sixteen years yearning for it. sixteen years of shouting to the vast sea only for nobody to hear her.

[forgaeven]

every day from back then is like a bad old dream. / from catherine for gendry ♡

gendry's quiet.

not sure, really, wha' he could say here. he ain't so good with words, ne'er 'ave been. tha's why arya had often called him stupid, he wagered – aside the very fact he couldn't properly read or write, of course. sure, there are words he recognise, and... some letters and numbers. that much, his master tobho had been thorough. this is because he needs gendry t' be able t' take orders, t' be able to remember them, although gendry don't often forget, he doesn't. orders are simple, easy. and s' all he would do back then, anyhow, takin' orders and makin' them bein' as friendless as he'd been. too burly and big t' ever been seen as friendly, although he'd reason that the other kids at fleabottom weren't always nice.

no, they learnt too quickly bein' miserable and a liar and a thief would get ye' farther. if yer' honest, or yer' good, or ye' just don't want trouble, ye' keep yer' head down. ye' don't look anyone's way.

in any case—

gendry isn't sure, here, wha' he could say. in truth, lookin' back, there are a lot of things he isn't sure about. sometimes he thinks back o' his time in dragonstone and wondered if it was ever real, if he'd ever really met stannis baratheon and the red priest, if she'd ever really touch him and they'd wanted 'im dead, just as he wondered if the... the dream he had o' that strange world, with the cards as soldiers, and a talkin' animals, and leaves or trees with strange colours were true. but if it weren't real, then it means catherine isn't real. but she's here now, and less— less wildness in her eyes, he thinks. less o' that... o' that madness, he supposes, that dictates her every move.

gendry thinks he might like her like this, but only 'cause s'easier t' speak with her when she isn't busy yellin'.

❛⠀i thought ye' said it wasn't a dream,  ❜ gendry chews on their shared bread. all they could afford for t'night. and a bowl o' brown that she wouldn't touch. ❛⠀tha' it's called wonderland, the place yer' from.  ❜

currently accepting: the great divide. grinning endlessly towards @flourblooms.

[fxllenone]

@flourblooms :  ❝ who cares if it bleeds. ❞   from catherine. ✉

 a furrowed brow lifted in utmost revulsion, twisting himself to look upon her face of ghastly sallow apathy. the likes of such carelessness valanthē had not witnessed since his last excursions with satan's very own spawn. there lying at his feet was a presumed ❛ guilty ❜ victim of what he could only imagine were the queen's infamous whims for execution, carrying on with bloodcurdling shrieks.

 ❝ ah, quite right you are ! ❞ valanthē gave an airy twittering laugh aloud as he waved his hand in total dismissal, greeting her monotonous indifference with his own gleeful sarcasm. ❝ and to think i nearly wasted your majesty's precious time with such frivolities. one's writhing pain and pleas for mercy are of no concern to the conscience of a queen, surely. ❞

 a single knee bent down to the ground in order to touch the pitiful stranger, staining his skin with memories and fear alike once brushing the back of his hand against their pale dying cheek in a small act of comfort. he had the capacity to save them of their fate, to ignore the hierarchy of this wretched kingdom which he infiltrated for reasons still to be discovered. perhaps his queen had a point. what was one life, if saving them meant causing a rift for other innocents still beholden to the oh so unpredictable king and queen of hearts?

 ❝ how could i ever be forgiven for my insolence? ❞ he seethed through gritted teeth bore like a wolf ready to pounce, calling upon heaven's virtue to permit him enough strength not to cast holy judgement on the very woman who held near absolute power in this strange twisted land.

[flamesofday]

@flourblooms said : “ look at me. “ 🔁 reverse for elain?

He hadn't prepared for her anger when he'd stumbled into the river house, the way the concern had melted from her to be replaced by irritation. True, he had gone dutifully to Rhysand first and given his report, only for Cassian to announce to the house that he'd be injured. Elain had left with a huff, and despite himself...Lucien had followed her out into the hall, and straight into the kitchen where it seemed she was taking it out on the baked goods. He could feel the emotions rolling off of her, and something about them twisted his own heart. "My Lady" Elain was refusing to turn to look at him, and any other day Lucien might have given up...But that night in the hallway had burned in his mind. Her usual indifference to him was insufferable...but when she was angry...He couldn't help himself, not when it was at the moment the only way to get her attention. "Elain" He tried again,

"Look at me" He crooned, tucking his index finger beneath her chin to guide her gaze up towards him. "Look at me" He breathed again, invading just a little bit more of her space. "It's just...a few scratches...a few bruises" He murmured, his gaze flickering between her eyes. He wanted to know what she was feeling, what had made her leave in such a rush. "If you're going to be angry, at least direct it to me....It's the only time I get to see you" His tone is light, teasing in an attempt to lighten the heaviness in the air between them. Lucien's free hand tugged her palm up, pressing against the center of his chest. "My heart is still beating too" He crooned softly, his index finger brushing against her her jaw.