#sepulchcrs

[morewoe-archive]

closed for @sepulchcrs (event starter)

Something about the anonymity made Myranda brave. No one knew who she was under her heavy wooden mask, the gauzy red and white fabric dotted with leaves fluttering about her feet and up her legs. She held a wine glass in her hand, but didn't need it, her head spun on the feeling alone. She'd never dream of just approaching people without knowing who they were, with no plan other than to enjoy herself, but tonight she was not herself. No, she was a Weirwood come to life, the white wood of her mask concealing her face, and her name. She was no one, and everyone, and anyone. "Wonderful costume." She kept her voice low, slightly deeper than her natural tone, if only to disguise herself more, though she doubted anyone in King's Landing had paid close enough attention to her to connect voice with face with name. "It's incredible, don't you think? Like a dream. Easy enough to believe that nothing that happens here matters, once the masks are removed."

[goldxnsirens]

a raven for @sepulchcrs

gawain had never been particularly ... close with his family , bar his mother. his father had always been doting upon his eldest son , the husband of maristela , though ignored his younger children. he had always avoided the two , bar when he had to. though now , it felt like an obligation for him to at least check up on his sister in law. offer condolences , the formalities.

there was a stale air around them as he sat in a drawing room , looking at the platter of food in front of them. family should not be this tense , should it? "maristela," he said , dipping his head to her. "my... condolences. for your brother, of course."