#reachbloomed

[qvietrose]

        the room was crowded, but the lord of the reach had eyes for only one. he’d spotted katherynne across the room when he was in the middle of a conversation with a lord from the riverlands. the other man refused to cease talking and viktor’s only respite from his endless babbling was the looks he was able to shoot kat when the lord wasn’t looking. it kept him at bay for a little while, but still the lord showed no signs of falling quiet. eventually, viktor was left with no choice but to politely excuse himself. no time was wasted as he moved through the crowd, his eyes never leaving katherynne until he was standing before her.          ❝  would you join me for a dance, my love? ❞          a smile, the first of the evening, spread across his lips as he offered his hand to his wife.

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[greeneyedcrannogman]

❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜

“To see something is an incredible gift, and I’d have to agree, My Lady.” Ascar nodded and continued to gaze out at the snow-covered fields surrounding the Keep. “It’s strange, we can see in our own minds, sometimes the images we conjure there are so incredibly vivid we may as well have seen them in truth.” He knew exactly what it was to see the truth and have never left his home... 

“Yet, it never seems to compare to the feeling of truly being somewhere. These white fields seem almost too beautiful to exist in out world, yet... there they are, visible for our pleasure. It makes me wonder what other glorious slights exist in this world.” he turned to her and smiled, “I truly hope I get to see more before the Gods call for me.”

[qvietrose]

♥ : your muse crying about something ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

        it was a miracle he’d managed to hold himself together for this long. viktor had told himself that he couldn’t break down, not when it was kat that he needed to be thinking of. the heartache she was feeling must be twice as painful as his. he remembered vividly, painfully vividly now, how she had smiled when she’d told him the news. highgarden hadn’t witnessed a more joyful day than the day that katherynne told him that she was pregnant. viktor had picked her up and spun her around, his laughter echoing through the room. but now that day felt like a dream.

           he’d been at his wife’s side ever since the loss at occurred, comforting her and promising her that everything would be fine. but now he was alone in his study, and with no one to protect or be strong for, the wall he’d carefully constructed to keep his sorrow at bay cracked and crumbled. silent tears rolled down his cheeks. viktor didn’t even bother wiping them away. his tears weren’t just for himself, but for katherynne too and for their child, who was now lost to them.

          the quiet knock on the door went unnoticed, his grief was all he could feel, but the motion of the door opening did make him look up.          ❝  katherynne. ❞          he stood up immediately.          ❝  you should be resting. ❞          she shouldn’t see him in this state, not when her heart had been broken as well. viktor tried to wipe away his tears, but his sorrow had escaped from its confines and was written plain across his visage. how could he not weep over the loss of his child? how could he pretend to be strong enough to bear it? but he must, he must.          ❝  i’m fine, my love. you needn’t worry about me. you must think of yourself and your health. ❞         he reached out for her hand.          ❝  the maester said you needed your rest. let us return to our chambers. ❞

[viscrra]

tywin lannister

tywin  lannister :  are  people’s  perceptions  of  you  important  ?    ⧼  accepting.  ⧽

       “ of course they are. ” a frown mars her features as she turns the question over in her mind. “ and it’s not that i’m a princess --- there are plenty of princesses, of which i’m hardly the most important. but if so many people ... if everyone disliked you, it’d be terribly lonely. and what would it say about you ? ”

[viscrra]

jojen reed

jojen  reed:  what  is  a  dream  of  yours  ?    ⧼  accepting.  ⧽

     “ i’ve always wanted to see valyria, ” she answers without missing a beat, the childhood dream now seeming all the more foolish for having been spoken aloud. a flush colors her cheeks as she hastens to explain herself. “ i know it’s impossible, and that no man who has sailed through the smoking sea has lived to speak of it, and that sailing to valyria is as good a death sentence as any. ” but what if i survived ? but such hopeless dreams should not be given voice. “ but i can still dream of it. ”

[viscrra]

arya stark

arya  stark :  do  you  have  different  “ faces “  around  different  people  ?    ⧼  accepting.  ⧽

       “ i’m supposed to, aren’t i ? ” she retorts, already defensive in response to a reprimand she has yet to receive. “ i’m a princess, so i have to, but there’s hardly a difference. in public, i just have to avoid cursing, and contradicting my family, and not forget to smile, and speak only when spoken to, and —— ... now that i think about it, that is awful lot already. maybe i do, then. i’d really rather not. ”

[qvietrose]

tommen baratheon

tommen baratheon:   were you forced to grow up too quickly?

        ❝  i believe all heirs are forced to grow up quickly, especially when the weight of such a noble house rests upon their shoulders. we cannot step into our positions unprepared. it was the life i was born into and i accepted from a young age that i wouldn’t have the childhood most others would have. ❞

[victcriovs]

with KATHERYNNE HIGHTOWER, @reachbloomed​

brynden has been quite a guide for his father—it’s through the baby’s growing that he seems to count how long it’s been since the last time he’s seen his sister, remembering her reactions when seeing and holding her nephew for the first time just as bright as day. it is, perhaps, one of his favorite recent memories… and the gods know how hard it’d been for him to start working on them.

far from an unhappy man, to feel deserving of everything he has is still a concept klaus has to grasp and work in his life. his features deny his feelings well when he is surrounded by people he isn’t close to, people who can not read him, the scars always visible making his expressions seem harder and more serious than they actually are. quiet—that is the correct word to describe him; quiet, stoic, it always comes as a surprise to anyone when his lips tugs in a smile, or when his chuckle sound suddenly, hard to be contained when he is too amused. those occasions seem to be especially for his family, though—not many outsiders knew lord errol could actually be loose, even if mostly listening rather than talking.

katherynne, then, is one of those who make the hard features on his face soften easily. either from seeing her in front of him, as he walks towards her like he does now, or at the letters she writes him, to which he always can hear her tone through the words.

his deep blue eyes are sincere and transparent the moment he sees the petite woman, a smile bigger than his face opening as he approaches her. “my dearest sister,” his hands find her shoulders, holding her lightly as he takes a look at her, as if looking for any changes (and there are a few, of course) and signs that she’s been treated well . “it is so good to see you,” his voice becomes sweeter as he cups her cheek, now looking at her face. he doesn’t have to ask how she’s been, as he has been informed of everything the past few months, but he still looks for the answer in her eyes before pulling her close and into his embrace.