#foulrests

[folkpoet]

hi want to rp?

ok this is my oc ebony dark'ness dementia raven way her fc is taylor swift ship????

[neverburied]

❛   IS THAT RIGHT ? ❜ a scoff leaves the debutante as she crosses her arms , brows furrowed as she finds herself laughing. seriously , this was just her luck. ❛   that 'cause of the earful you got for followin' me around last time ? i'd say i hope you learned your lesson , but here you are again. ❜ she didn't even get @foulrests's name last time ---- just took his sketchbook &* ran off. it's what he deserved for drawing her without her permission ! even if it had been a really good drawing.

[exglory]

you told me you were going to try and make this work. / annie to tidus

" i am trying to make this work, " tidus says to the cresta girl under his breath, brine clinging to his arms and neck like a second skin. the sun was heavy and hot and golden above their heads, beating down on their backs while the sea berated their fronts.

he'd seen this sight for the past four decades, and still wouldn't see it changed for any price. not after the 46th games had changed his opinion of the district, of his own life, and made him see what little life he did have– was still worth living.

in perpetual darkness tidus had come out a victor; the capitol playing god by blotting out the sun for his games for some two weeks until every tribute but one, was dead. though he couldn't have expected something similar for annie, he'd prepared her to fight blind nonetheless.

this? was the different. but also the same. they were fighting blind, post the 74th games, when katniss everdeen broke the rules.

" annie, listen to me. " the sigh that escapes tidus' lips is heavy, the fingers that knead the side of his neck, tense. " i'm sorry kid, i'll make it work. "

[neverburied]

𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 whenever @foulrests gets that tone with him. it's like a headache just seconds away from splitting his skull wide open. katara's not completely off the mark --- they have been wandering for quite some time. he won't admit that he's lost the trail ----- he can find it again ! 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. one of them has to. ❛   i'm sorry , how much time do you think i spent out in the forest ? probably as much as you in that wasteland. ❜ an irritated grumble leaves him as hands clench at his sides.

[neverburied]

❛   are you really choosing right now to tell me you can't read minds , @foulrests ? ❜ dry humor meets his plea for clarity. deflect ; hope he turns his gaze away as katniss sharpens her knife against the rock. she doesn't like talking out her thoughts or feelings -- finds they come out wrong. hurt people's feelings. miscommunication has run rampant her whole life. people weren't clear &* direct -- they didn't like when she was. so of course he hadn't known her thoughts. she hardly knew her thoughts. her lips purse ; her brows knit. ❛ there's more important things to focus on than feelings , @foulrests.   like how to sharpen this dull as knife. forget i said anything. ❜

[neverburied]

❛ who am i going to tell ? then people would know i've been going against the rules even talking to you. fancy lady like me , remember ? can't go around giving myself up.   ❜ a wry smile curves the duchesses lips as she props her cheek into palm , elbow resting on the table between them.

anastasia should not be here --- a princess , snuck away from her older sisters as they were given the luxury of roaming alone on this magnificent boat. talking to some pretty boy from the third class deck ! imagine the scandal. oh , her father would simply lose his mind. of course , if he had his way , she'd never speak to anyone but princes. @foulrests was already miles ahead of any of them in her opinion.

❛ i'll trade you a secret. i've always wanted to be an actress. i'd give up my status any day to run off to new york city. feel what it must be like to be on a stage , pretending to be someone else entirely.   ❜

probably explains why when given the chance to slip away , she found herself on lower decks , mingling with the people drinking &* dancing so freely. thank goodness her english is as impeccable as her french &* russian -- not to mention her ability to put on a perfect british accent. finally , some acting put to use ! made it easier for her to blend in a bit better than a starkly russian one. here , she is just anya -- a clearly upperclass eighteen year old that should not be here , but none of these people have clocked her as the russian duchess. at least , they haven't said anything.

❛   tell me more. we can just go back &* forth telling each other all the secrets we keep to ourselves. &* then we'll go our separate ways at the end of this voyage &* you'll never have to worry about some girl halfway across the world from you ruining your shining reputation. ❜

[petitmortes]

a plotted starter for @foulrests

trouble   had   never   been   shy   about   finding   her,        about   weaving   its   way   into   her   life   through   one   avenue   or   another.    more   often   than   not,    the   trouble   came   from   her   own   doing        –        a   consequence   of   her   own   actions,    consequence   of   the   brash,    reckless   behavior   that   she   was   known   for.    perhaps   a   better   mannered   lady   would   not   have   taken   his   words   as   an   invitation,    would   not   have   considered   them   part   slight        –        part   question,    a   subtlety   of   whether   she   would   take   the   bait.    alysanne   had   never   known   when   to   back   down   from   a   challenge,    even   one   that        .   .   .        was   not   so   readily   spoken,    one   that   had   come   from   so   high   up   the   ranks   of   royalty.        but   royal   blood   mattered   little   to   her;    royalty   mattered   for   politics,    for   family   names.    neither   of   which   alysanne   would   ever   find   herself   bringing   to   the   table. 

it   had   begun   simply   enough.    an   unanswered   letter,    an   indignation   to   check   in   on   the   blackwoods   of   raventree   hall   by   the   dragonlord   of   harrenhal,    a   supsicious   look   held   in   a   color   of   purple   aly   couldn't   find   the   right   name   for.    pretty   would   merely   have   to   suffice.    but   when   benji   had   grown   tired   of   playing   little   lord,    stifled   and   too   hot        –       she'd   not   condemned   him   to   staying,    had   keenly   motioned   for   the   maester   to   take   him   to   the   kitchens   for   a   snack   whilst   she   herself   had   taken   daemon   to   tour   the   grounds.    that   was   how   they   had   found   themselves   here,    alysanne   with   her   back   braced   against   a   sturdy   wooden   fence,    watching   with   keen   archer's   eyes   as   he'd   made   commentary   about   this   and   that.    willing   to   allow   him   to   continue   blowing   smoke   from   his   lips   until   she'd   heard   what'd   sounded   like   reason   enough   to   prove   him   wrong.    to   prove   otherwise.    an   offhanded   comment   about   how   she   must   only   know   how   to   handle   a   bow   and   arrow. 

black   curls   billow   down   into   her   face   in   the   half   second   it   takes   her   to   cross   the   distance   between   them   and   sweep   his   legs   out   from   underneath   him,    sending   him   flat   to   his   back        –        with   aly   quick   to   press   him   further   to   the   ground,    knees   settled   to   either   side   of   him   in   the   dirt,    a   dagger   pulled   from   within   her   boots   to   press   to   his   neck.        “   i   can   manage   a   blade   well   enough   too.   ” 

[petitmortes]

@foulrests said: rumor has it, i make you nervous / laena & sansa.

she   feels   the   air   physically   leave   her   lungs.    stark   grey   eyes   widened   at   the   speed   with   which   laena   had   merely       .   .   .       appeared   before   her,    stealing   breath   from   her   lungs   in   a   way   that   sansa   wished   she   could   say   only   had   been   caused   the   way   silvery   curls   had   bounced   to   life   in   the   dimly   lit   hall   before   her.    and   certainly   not   because   they   were   attached   to   someone   so   devastatingly   pretty. 

her   mouth   feels   dry,    her   hands   wrought   together   behind   her   back   for   a   moment   as   she   manages   to   find   her   courage   to   speak.        “ who        .   .   .        said   that? ”        an   awkward   laugh,    stunted   as   she   tucks   a   few   stray   red   hairs   behind   her   ear   and   finally   manages   to   look   laena   in   the   eyes.        “ i   am   not           –        you        .   .   .        do   not   make   me   nervous,       lady   laena. ”        but   even   as   the   words   pass   through   her   lips,    sansa's   cheeks   are   flushing   a   light   shade   of   pink,    ever   made   more   noticeable   across   the   light   porcelain   of   her   skin. 

“ perhaps   they   merely   heard   me   mention   that   i   am   nervous   of   dragons. ”