#stormfuryd

[atv-migrated]

@stormfuryd sent ❝ they are deciding your life for you! how can you simply accept it?! ❞

drusilla turned away from her chamber window, and looked over to her sister. "how can i accept it?" she hadn't ever thought about fighting it. she knew that when she grew up her older brothers would be deciding how she spent the rest of her life and with whom. she'd accepted that they were the ones that got to make that decision. it wasn't that it didn't make her angry, she was, but she wasn't pacing around the room like rhaeana. "there's nothing to argue about with them. they don't care about my opinion, and they certainly wouldn't listen to my suggestions." she pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees. "i just hope my husband's nice, and not too old."

[amongthevipers-arc]

* @stormfuryd​ sent “talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“aunt rhaeana,” kat slumped into the cushioned seat in front of her window. her shoulders fell as soon as the guard outside closed the door behind the girl and her aunt. in here she was safe to speak her mind, though there was still a chance someone could be listening as the whisperers tended to do.

“she’s dead.” her brother’s funeral had passed and kat had wept for him. she was not certain that her aunt knew the truth. she couldn’t very well speak it, it was much too dangerous and she didn’t quite have the words. she only held onto her rhaeana’s hand tightly. “hylla...” there was a shuddering sob as every emotion she had been withholding came pouring out of her. “she was my maid.” katerina managed, as if that explained everything she could not say.

[amongthevipers-arc]

* @stormfuryd​ sent “how can you stand this place?”

“it’s not truly so awful.” it was often dreary and there was often a fine layer of dew over every surface outside, but drusilla told herself every morning she mist be grateful the gods had allowed her a doting husband and a library the blackwood’s maesters made sure to keep well provisioned. raventree hall was nothing like what dru had hoped for when she was wed. “it has grown on me,” she assured rhaeana though there was a twinge of guilt as she said it. she didn’t really mean it. in time she might though, and drusilla kept hope for that. she wouldn’t feel this way forever, and if the gods granted her a child it might liven the place up. she could only hope this was the case.

[lunarfey-moved]

"I don't want to be alone tonight." from rhaeana @ stormfuryd!!

prompt, accepting / @stormfuryd

"i'm not going anywhere," lips press to the soft, bare skin of rhaeana's shoulder as arms reach out to pull her closer, warm bodies pressing together underneath the furs. fianna's presence in rhaeana's bed is barely tolerated by robert and stannis, but here at storm's end, there are no prying eyes or whispered words behind their backs. here, they can just be themselves, young and in love with desperate hope.

fianna has no wish to leave rhaeana's side, but duty will soon beckon the warg back to the north, and so they must make the most of what time they have together. "i shall stay as long as you'll have me."

[atv-migrated]

@stormfuryd sent ❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜

she had watched her approach with something behind her back. kat had tried to look behind her, only to receive a shake of the head and instructions to close her eyes. there was little more exciting than a visit from her aunt rhaeana. she was beaming, doing what she was told with pleasure. eyes shut, and she took a deep breath. palms extended outward and she waited expectantly for what her aunt might have for her. she imagined things based on both their shared interests. it might be anything from a kitten, to jewelry or even a blade. she was practically holding her breath as the item was placed in her hands.

[marblecarved]

@stormfuryd sent a letter to olenna tyrell: ‘‘ no excellence can be acquired without constant practice. ’’

prompt: it is a truth universally acknowledged.

Oh ?  Whatever Olenna expected the young lady seated in front of her to say does not, in fact, even come close to what she has just heard, and a surprised expression makes its way into her features, soon accompanied by a slight curl of her lips — the mockery of a cordial smile. Keeping her arms firmly on the armrests on either side of her, Olenna slowly leans forward, intertwining her hands; The movement prompts the rings adorning each of her middle fingers to clink briefly as they meet.

❝ Indeed, ❞ a brief, emphasizing nod. How strange it is, to hear her own thoughts from another's mouth ! ❝ Tell me, child, ❞ there is a note, hidden there, beneath the courteous tone that she is using, that is hint enough about her renewed interest in the conversation. ❝ What are you striving for excellence in ? ❞

[valarmorghclis]

❝  there’s no shame in fear, what matters is how we face it.  ❞ / for Cassia

the raven.

Watching the roaring fire in Dragonstone, she had informed her visiting aunt rhaena, of her fears of her dear younger sister, her parents and their new devotion to the lord of the light and the red witch that has bewitched her father. 

Once she told her aunt them, cassia had listened to rhaena’s advice, about not being ashamed of them but to confront them, head on. “Is that what you had to do?” Cassia had bluntly asked, looking up and away to stare at her aunt. “My apologises, I didnt mean to be blunt.” Cassia said, perhaps not asking her aunt about her childhood was. “I will heed your advice.”

[valarmorghclis]

@stormfuryd​ sent a raven to jocasta, ❝ do you want me to kill him? ❞

when she heard her aunt’s suggestion, the princess had closed her eyes before opening them up mere seconds later. She turned around to face aunt relena. “I wasnt expecting that from you, aunt.” Jocasta said. “But thank you for the offer, but no.” Jocasta paused. 

“Not yet, anyway.”