#ft. tybolt

[solwinters]

early october, on their way to harrenhal. inn at the crossroads, at dusk. @oflcgends

it took little for steffon to convince his friend to detour from the rest of the group and ride on their own a little more north than their destination. the gods themselves knew both lords could use the distraction and the good wine, perhaps one night that would serve as a reminder of the good old times as well. the tyrell was not particularly fond of the riverlands; the roads were always so muddy and the region itself had suffered the most from warfare throughout history, old and recent.. and it showed.

" just as good as i remember it. " steffon remarks as he finishes the rest of his food, before a cup of wine is brought up to his lips to wash it down. " the riverlands don't have much to show.. but this inn, it has a certain charm to it, does it not? " the tyrell rambles as he refills both his and tybolt's cups with more wine, his face remains focused, eyebrows scrunched, for there are thoughts racing his mind.

" as i was saying, " steffon goes back to his thoughts about their previous conversation " the greyjoy's rule is quite fragile, if you think about it.. and the way we could use that to our advantage- " the music gets louder, as it is late enough into the night, the dancers get rowdier, scantily dressed women emerge, sitting on the liege of their choosing's lap, whispering sweet nothings.

" oh, seven hells. " the tyrell exclaims, he wants nothing more than to get hammered with his best mate and wake up to a beautiful woman whose name he did not know in his arms in the morrow. even the thought of cersei torturing him for the rest of his life about it, as she had promised excited him. yet he had no desire to act upon old impulses. " you're not going to abandon me now, are you? i must remind you, i am now a man settled down, have mercy. "

[solwinters]

the masquerade ball, @oflcgends

ever since lewys had pulled him aside, let him know of ironborn's devastating actions, steffon's hands had clutched his goblet tightly. a part of him that he would never admit out loud was glad to be proven right, that everything he'd said about the ironborn and their barbaric ways turned out to be true, for both elinor and his lady mother to see when the news would be revealed to them, eventually. he spots a familiar figure, yet he cannot be sure. " tybolt? " the lord tyrell allows himself to ask, but just the reaction and body language alone he would recognize anywhere, one belonging to an old friend alone confirms he is speaking to who he had intended to.

" none of this will go unpunished. " a hand extends to give the other's back a few reassuring pats, though they were more so meant to calm down the lannister, an old friend, one's temper that steffon was too familiar with. " lewys will not stand for it, neither will i. " his other hand puts arbor gold aside, his full attention needed for further explanation. " we are to be kin, my friend. have you heard? " steffon was not sure how much lewys or cersei would share with their lannisport cousins, but tybolt was one of his best friends.

" tyrell and lannister forces united at last. how does that sound to you? "