#lionsclaws

[nothonors]

🔐 (from canceled sister…)

for a tip on how to make my muse trust yours | accepting

REPENTANCE. it is not too late for her to renounce her ... distasteful way of living, and seek forgiveness. deeply & genuinely. only then can she find true peace, as well as a stable place in his heart.

[loreforged]

@lionsclaws sent a raven : 🚶 myles (:

ser preston tarbeck . the third son of lord harys tarbeck and his lady - wife, lynora swyft, preston was born only days before myles, and the two have been near - inseparable since, thanks to the lasting friendship between their mothers. the boys played together, attended lessons together, trained in the yard together, hunt and rode together, and the two would even beg their mothers to sleep in one another's chambers at night. the boys grew so attached to one another, seldom seen outside of the other's company, myles's mother would often joke that she had four sons, rather than three.

their eventual separation comes after a squires tourney in lannisport, where myles is the victor of the melee, and preston unhorses his every opponent in the joust. but it is only myles who receives his knighthood that day, from ser tyland lannister himself, whose house myles would then enter the service of, as a sworn sword for his niece. this causes a rift between the young men, as they'd always dreamed of achieving their knighthoods together, and preston feels as though myles is leaving him behind. proud to a fault, preston refuses to speak with myles before his departure for king's landing, and his own subsequent return to tarbeck hall. the two reconcile, eventually, though it is some time before they see each other again.

send me a 🚶 and I’ll introduce you to an npc in my muse’s life.

[loreforged]

@lionsclaws sent a raven : 🎧 helaena!

🎧 a song used for writing my muse.

but you could never hold me you like me better in your head make me evil, then i'm an angel instead at least you'll sanctify me when i'm dead

[loreforged]

@lionsclaws sent a raven : 🖤 // cerelle & myles hehe

🖤 a song for our muses’ ship.

should this be the last thing i see? i want you to know it's enough for me 'cause all that you are is all that i'll ever need

[loreforged]

@lionsclaws sent a raven : ⚡ tyland!

⚡ a song that my muse would listen to.

but also :

help me if you can, i'm feeling down and i do appreciate you being 'round help me get my feet back on the ground won't you please, please help me !

[absolventiia]

cerelle had stated she was going to check on maryse in an hour's time. and now, here she was again, and maryse was still not in bed, or at least sitting down somewhere. instead, maryse was pacing the length of her and aemond's chambers, running a hand through her hair. " oh, CERELLE ! it is awful. " she says, cradling her swollen abdomen. the baby was due any day, and while cerelle had already had her twins a few months ago and had reassured maryse it was nothing to worry about, HER PARANOIA was once again growing. and how could it not ? the scars on her hands had already healed, but they still felt so new. 

@lionsclaws sent in : go rest . i'm not asking . // cerelle to mar

maryse looks up to her sister - in - law, frowning. " i cannot. " she says, as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. " what if they come again ? i would not be able to protect him properly. " the midwives were pretty sure maryse carries a boy, anyways. " and what if aemond is off on vhagar when he wishes to arrive ? what if --. " maryse cuts herself off, muttering something under her breath in dornish. " -- and anyways, i am not tired. "  

[ironf0rged]

@lionsclaws ♡'d for a starter !

the laughter that spills from his lips smells of sweet arbor wine, wavy locks of silver hair sticking to his forehead. evading the guards of the red keep in the dark of night had been the easy part keeping his hands off of tyshara was not. he leans up against the brick wall, reaching out for her. " come here, " aegon mumbles once he catches his breath. " they will not find us here. "

[absolventiia]

⌖ (cerelle for aurane)

Send ⌖ for the first 3 emotions my character feels when seeing or thinking of yours.

LOVE. protective. undeserving.