#gachcuid

[mvndrvke]

@gachcuid gets a starter!

He's a little jealous. If he'd just been sent to Foxgrove, if they hadn't tried to split up the siblings for their safety-- but no. If Rickon spent all his time thinking about how unfair life was, he would never be able to stop. He would go mad.

Even after coming off the boats from Last Hearth, he avoids his elder sister. The wolves of Winterfell have returned to their home, but Rickon feels more wild. He is restless in these halls. They do not feel safe to him anymore.

He can't avoid her forever, though. It's not her fault. Rickon's shoulders are slumped as he knocks on her door, opening it when he hears he can enter. Shaggy Dog follows him into the room, bowing his head slightly to fit in through the low doorframe.

"Shaggy Dog had a nightmare," he admits quietly. It's not entirely a lie; they share dreams and waking moments enough that he can barely tell who he is anymore. "Can we stay with you for a bit?"

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@gachcuid | continued from here

Though he is, as his mother says, a man grown, Daeron can't quite help but flinch a little at his mother's scolding. His father's wrath and disappointment is one that he is deeply familiar with at this point, but it is considerably less common to encounter such ire from his mother. He understands, of course, but it doesn't make it sting any less. He's all too aware of his error. He's sorry for it, of course he is. But how was he supposed to know that Aegon would sneak off in a lamb cart of all things?

If anything, Egg's seemed to have the best time out of the lot of them, the rascal. Then again...Daeron can't entirely blame his little brother for running off. Egg would have better success squiring the horse than him after all. Though his choice in company...it has Daeron on edge. That same dream has been haunting him almost every night for weeks now, and he can barely close his eyes without seeing it. And seeing that man...he cannot shift the feeling of fear and nausea that curls in his belly, the feeling of perpetually being on edge. It's only made the dark circles beneath his eyes even more pronounced, compounded by the fact that he hasn't been able to have a drink since being dragged from the inn.

"I'm sorry...." he mutters, dropping his gaze. The urge to run is still there. Run far, far away, away from...all of this. The dreams he doubt will ever leave him, but at least he might be able to drink himself into oblivion in peace. Hand pinches the bridge of his nose. He can feel the headache building behind his eyes.

[velcryons]

@gachcuid :: myriam

On the Street of Silk, the backrooms and living quarters of the brothels was where real business was done. Chataya's house was no different ; women nursed their babies or helped one another between custom, and the cook ordered her assistants around with an iron hand.

It was here, in a small sitting room tucked into a corner, where Chataya had let Viserra wait for the girl she had been eyeing. Though the two of them were cordial and had only friendly competition, Chataya had not been entirely pleased to see the silver haired bastard at her back door. Viserra only came in person to these places when she wanted something, and a favor was owed between them.

It pleased her that she did not have to wait long for the sound of a knock to be heard upon the door, as she had half expected Chataya to make her wait until the end of business that night.

"It's open. Come into the light, I want to see you."

[alyafae]

She was no stranger, not really. Baelor had spoken but once with her before, had found her rather intriguing and a surprisingly great match for his youngest brother. And now, she was family. He was well aware how off-putting it could be to marry into a family like theirs. A house that was so well-known, that held so much power. His brother might have been far from claiming the throne one day, yet he still had to obtain the duties of a prince. As his wife, there were certain expectations for Dyanna as well.

And so, Baelor wanted to make it easy for her. Wanted her to feel welcome. He found her one day, all on her own and for a moment he wondered where his brother had went of to. It was likely their father had requested his presence. With his hands folded behind his back, he appraoched his good-sister, hoping he appeared more like a caring good-brother than the heir of the Iron Throne.

"I see you explore the place on your own. Have you settled in well so far?"

@gachcuid gets a semi-plotted starter

[aclashofmuses-a]

@gachcuid continued from here.

THOUGH catelyn’s resolve is strong, the smile which touches her lips upon the way that brandon kisses her knuckles is undeniable.  “you have sweet words, my lord.  no doubt as sweet as your KISSES,” amusement touches her tone, a soft laugh upon her lips as her gaze lingers on the way his generosity lavishes her hand.  it is nice to feel the shy maid in the wake of her betrothed compliments; it is freeing.  “though, i do say it should take more than A STRAY LEAF to make you less comely.”

[egoteric]

random birthday asks // @gachcuid​​ said:  ( let’s pretend i’m on auntlarb )  ❝ oh, would you look at that. 50 years old and you don’t look a day over 30, ❞  may grinned as she peppered a few kisses on tony’s lips.  ❝ happy birthday, handsome. ❞

A SOFT SMILE CROSSES HIS FACE as she settles next to him on the couch.  ❝ You always say the sweetest, truest things. ❞  He kisses her back and slides an arm around her to pull her closer to him.  ❝ Thanks, gorgeous. ❞

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@gachcuid

He hasn't slept again.

It's become rather common place, unfortunately so for the ten year old. Or rather, it's not that he doesn't sleep per se, but that when he does, he's tormented by the most horrible dreams. Dreams that sometimes leave him screaming or weeping, trembling amidst tangled sheets. A part of him always wants to run for his parents' room, but another quietly chides him, reminds him that he is no longer a baby. He should not be seeking reassurance like that in the middle of the night. Such a thing is more appropriate for one Aemon's age, not a boy of ten summers.

Tonight the dreams were particularly horrid, blood and death and turmoil all rolled into one, and only the instinct of clapping his hand over his mouth kept the scream from escaping him. But that only goes so far, and he pushes himself from bed, out into the hallway. He's two steps from his parents' door when he stops, arms wrapping around his own middle, before slowly stepping away. Bare feet pad further down the hall instead, to a little nook by the window, and he clambers up into it, pulling knees to chest, head resting against the glass pane, exhaustion wracking him.

[drunkdreamer]

Continued from here @gachcuid She had been trying to ignore the pains for some time, knowing that she could call the maesters but would only be forced into the birthing bed hours before any birthing would truly commence. It was her sixth time - she did not need hours abed. She would wait as long as she could, and then it would all be quick. But quick was the operative word, it seemed. Daeron had asked to sit and read with her, and she could deny him nothing, but as time went on, she could no longer hide the pangs and winces. "Perhaps so, darling," she replied, pushing herself to her feet. "I think it's maybe time to find your father and send him to me. There'll be no assuaging him if I end up having this babe without him here. Can you find him for me, sweet prince?"

"I could..." began the boy, looking nervously at his mother as she rose to her feet. "... but it does not feel right to leave you here by yourself. I shall ask a servant to fetch him for us!"

Slipping from bed, he hastened to the door, tugging it open and asking one of the posted guards to hurry and find Prince Maekar. A reason was not provided, Daeron quite sure his father would ascertain the reason. There was no need to cause a panic. This was not the first time he had seen his mother have a baby after all! Well, not that the boy had been present for the birth... but he was quite certain there was no danger.

"I think you ought to sit back down mama," he said softly as he returned to Dyanna's side, taking her hand and elbow as though to take her weight upon himself. "Or lie down? Is there anything I can do?"