#rottedhearts

[fromashe]

status: closed for @rottedhearts (for torwyn) setting: arrival in king's landing

Torwyn always had the fucking audacity. Correspondence she could stomach, but there had been intentional distance placed between herself and those directly responsibly for the loss of her son. She'd been foolish once, and would not make the same mistake twice. This would be the first test, she supposed. How well she could execute this game they started on another board, continue on as the dutiful vassal house with free-flowing coin for their cause.

It takes everything in her to maintain composure as he speaks, swallowing her rage and grief, as she sets her eating utensil down. Yerin thought she'd have more time to prepare, but knowing Torwyn (and she did after a lifelong friendship, they had sailed together for years as youths, fought scrimmages side by side) he had interrupted her breaking fast with an unexpected arrival as a test, catch her off guard. She would not take the bait.

"You're early." Once upon a time, she'd make a quip but she can't find it in her to make the attempt, not even for appearance sake. She still didn't turn to look at him by the door, steeling her will and anchoring her resolve.

[qinwangs]

location : short after the attack ⏲ grief & glory from : jingyi corbray , liege of heart's home to : dexian corbray , liege of heart's home [ @rottedhearts ]

thorns of concern wrap around their throat, unable to breathe until they get their sights on their sibling. although they are covered in ash and there's a pain spanning across their back they are trying to ignore, none of it is felt in full. as if all of it is underwater and only thoughts of dexian and gwyneth reach the surface, the terrifying thought of them being hurt makes jingyi almost blind. they don't know how they search through the crowds, the hallways, the rooms — it's all a blur, seeing through eyes that are not theirs, reaching for something against the waves. it takes some time- more than they would have liked, more than they thought they could stand. their eyes meet familiar ones, and they are quick to look dexian over, unable to speak at all, before they pull them into an embrace. "god- you're here — are you alright?" the embrace is brief for the need to confirm is stronger, their hands end up on dexian's shoulders, gentle yet erratic, trying to find wounds that are not there. but what if they are? "is gwyneth alright? have you both been checked?"

[fromashe]

closed to @rottedhearts (for akira) setting: after entering their names into the lists [ day 1 afternoon ]

mizuki glances over the parchment as the two blackwood siblings made way for others who wanted to sign up. "are you prepared to be disqualified in the first round of the archery competition? i've foreseen it." she hadn't. the small tug at the corner of her lips alludes to teasing, as is her right as a younger sibling. "and the joust? you're tempting fate by saddling those old bones on that poor steed." the humor fades to a note of genuine concern. was this akira's way of bolstering their house's image in ren's defense? would it matter?

too much, too fast, and too often things were unfolding around this kingsmoot. the dreams haunt you every night. the execution this morning... five pigeons took flight when the sword swung, the image so clearly ripped from your memories, one to one. it'd been a long time since the images were quite so literal. tsuki clings to faux calm when her soul remains unsettled. so she'll make quips, draw her bow, do their best to act as though everything isn't at stake.