#mvrcellas

[theyoungwclf]

"Is it wrong that I want to kiss you right now?" (oops!)

flirting prompts / accepting / @mvrcellas

Myrcella was someone who he had no right to like in any way beyond the girl who was forced to grow up in Winterfell with his family, but then Robb thought about his feelings for Theon, how so similarly he had allowed himself to feel beyond the layer of friendship that had formed as boys to allow himself to give his heart away to the Ironborn. Theon had broken his heart, and yet here he stood, a solemn vow months ago that he'd never allow himself to get hurt again and Myrcella is already heaving away at the metaphorical armor around his heart. It would complicate the war, he knew it, not to mention their longstanding friendship and yet here she was, admitting something so earnest and raw to him, and suddenly he's standing and nearly removing the distance between them.

The smile on his face can't be denied even as he shakes his head. " . . . It would be wrong. We shouldn't. I'm a king and I'm at war with your family . . . " Even as the words leave him he hates them and he takes another step forward. His mother would be so angry, his bannerman would not be too thrilled and yet every step closer to her he was like a moth to a flame. " But maybe I'm tired of having to the right thing? If you want to kiss me then do it, and if you desire me, Cella, I have every intention of kissing you back, and kissing you all over. "

[rh4egar]

@mvrcellas SENT AN OWL. ‘ I said I’d have courage but I don’t, not anymore. ’ | prompt.

moonfyre rests uneasy these days ⸻ too much has happened / the death of robert baratheon she could bear, it was joffrey ascending the iron throne —– followed by the death of ned stark, that worried the emerald beast greatly. he was the king, the boy claimed, only a king deserved to have a dragon. the demand met with fangs & claws. the she-dragon curled protectively around her princess when guards approached. moonfyre does not trust the pathetic boy-king would not kill his sister to make the dragon available. ❝ zūgagon daor —– gūrogon hen issa jāhor lo ao mijegon nēdenka. ❞ ( fear not —– summon courage of my well if yours ran dry. ) came the beast's thunderous voice, rows of trenchant fangs glinting in the warm sun. often they used to jest about taking to the sky, to never return to kingslanding —– it seems a different world now. plans made in puerile youth now beckoning so sweetly. ❝ mirre jāhor ōdrikagon ao nykeā tommen nyke jelevre. ❞ ( no one will dare hurt you or tommen while i draw breath. )

[thesellsword]

lyric starters. / @mvrcellas killing time from american psycho: the musical.

there is something strange about myrcella's bodyguard. he has an air of darkness around him, even if he's usually in a jovial mood. he spends most of his time making himself comfortable in the same room she's in, occupying himself with his phone. after the death of joffrey baratheon, tyrion recommended his services to cersei and tywin to watch over the young woman. he's definitely an unconventional kind of bodyguard, but he keeps his interactions with the girl pleasant enough.

today, though? bronn is hunched over in one of the bathrooms of her residence, hyperventilating. does he know what triggered the panic attack? he doesn't know, but he looks at a scar on his wrist... and it feels like he's going to black out. fuck. he's got a job to do --

"my pulse is pounding," he whispers to himself, but it's still loud enough to be heard by the door that's still cracked open. "and my heartbeat's gone. . ." it's not. a shaking hand presses against his neck. he can feel it through his hand. sweat trickles down his forehead, and he goes to splash cold water on his face. it doesn't help.

[rh4egar]

@mvrcellas SENT AN OWL. { FALL }  for sender to fall from receiver's back mid-flight. for myrcella and moonfyre!!! 🥺 | prompt.

draconic shriek echoed over the castle walls ⸻ great wings tucked close to her body as the emerald beast falls like a stone; in avid chase of the golden princess who fell from the she-dragon's back mid flight. growling & roaring; calling myrcella's name. moonfyre's heart beating fast against adamantine ribcage, not unlike a raging fist —– she could not command the useless organ back into stillness. not while her dearest was falling to certain death / the princess' terrified screams would haunt the dragoness until her last breath drawn; and beyond the grave as well, most like.

winged claws catch a hold of the girl —– but there was no cause for reassurance just yet / they were still falling at great speed. with claws holding mycella moonfyre could not take flight & the girl could not climb onto horned back with strong winds fighting her every movement. so the emerald beast does the only thing she could think of, within a heartbeat the dragon twists, the princess held close to her belly. in the very next heartbeat she smashed onto the ground back first / felling a tree & destroying a marble statue in the process. a large crater left in their wake. it hurt, the dragoness breathed heavy. but she paid her own possible injuries no heed. ever slowly the princess is released from the protective grasp of winged claws. ❝ issi ao ōdrikagon —– ? kostilus daor. sagon sȳz, kostilus. ❞ ( are you hurt —– ? please be not. be fine, please. )

[prodigum]

@mvrcellas : “You’re the most beautiful person I have ever encountered.” / myrcella & aegon

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 is that she is dangerous. she exhibits a very pretty sort of courage in admitting such a thing — especially to his face. especially while they are alone.

aegon as grown quite fond of the baratheon girl. not the usual sort of company he keeps but she is honest. brings forth compelling conversation. allows him to think aloud and prods at his thoughts without ever stepping on his toes. perhaps it is just the poise of a noble lady that keeps her tongue in such a steady line despite the honey dripping off of it. there is more to her than poise alone , he surmises. and sometimes he finds himself wishing she would step on some toes. his , at least. he should like to see the flesh pulled back to reveal the FIRE within. ( or perhaps a healthy fear of him is good and he should not wish for her to abandon it )

he takes a few steady strides in order to close the distance between them. grabs her chin with his hand , holding her there gently but not without threat. ❝ and you are perhaps the most interesting woman i've ever met. ❞ his voice trails off. so close and looking down into her eyes , the king cannot help but be honest. he lets go of her chin and paces away before his own nature can betray him. he pours himself a cup of wine in the hopes it might return him to himself. once he takes a drink , he turns back to face her.

❝ i've half a mind to make you my wife , you know. ❞

[prodigum]

@mvrcellas : ❛  be careful.  ❜ / myrcella & edward

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 do not help him stifle the laugh that she pulls out of him with her words. be careful. as if he needs a human telling him , of all people , to be careful.

although he might could admit that jumping the railing of a flight of stairs to catch up to her further on down the winding stairwell was a bit dramatic of him. at least for human standards  —  those tiresome rules he finds himself endlessly bound to and yet more and more sick of by each passing day. her reaction alone lends reason to this sentiment. why blend in when acting out elicits such an amusing response?

❝ be careful , ❞ he repeats her , lips never giving up the smile that lingers after his break in composure. ❝ you should be careful. ❞ cryptic as always. and , as always , he leaves no room to question it. ❝ where are you running off to? ❞

[wcstcros]

@mvrcellas liked for a ts starter (spotify picked safe & sound)

𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 , that has been what his niece was since the moment she was born. a family riddled with conflict and a toxicity that would warrant a maester , yet somehow a beautiful thing such as myrcella was born. she was the beauty of both mother and father , though the kindness she possessed couldn't be bought with all the gold on casterly rock. it remained a mystery to tyrion , it left clever mind perplexed.

it had been years since he saw her last. death and betrayal littered their family name , even more so now. tyrion did unthinkable things , and he was sure myrcella has heard of it. for the whole bloody realm seemed to know of the monster he was ( and maybe in truth , he has finally earned this title ) but being the hand of daenerys stormborn was his penance , or so he thinks. they're all in winterfell now , the fight with the dead being one last frontier to conquer before their last : her mother. he cannot speak for certain where his niece's loyalties lay , but she is here with the starks , with her father. that must mean something , tyrion thinks.

❝ ──── just close your eyes , the sun is going down. ❞ he mutters to his niece , offering comfort in an awkward sort of way. it wasn't quite familial , but it wasn't aloof either. tyrion is unsure of where he stands in myrcella's eyes , though he does wish to have one last go at the lannister sunshine before death marches on.

[winterreigned]

you know what i mean and you know what you need. and so do they! but does it happen? no! (friends lmaoo) @mvrcellas

𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 , but sansa nods her head as if she does. perhaps pretending to understand her best friend would allow her to gain clarity on what myrcella means , though this proves to not be the case.

❝ i'm not sure what i need other than a drink , it's been a long day. ❞ she pauses for a minute , thinking maybe she got one of dany's tabs. ❝ but if they all know i need it too , great. i hope it does happen. ❞