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“There are few of us secure enough to be really in love without proper encouragement.”

Tess’ words touched some vulnerable spot in her heart–she well knew what she meant– how cruel and hard and terrible and terrifying a thing love could be for women like the both of them; more so for Tess; for what love had she been given freely in her life, first a salt-wife, then, a whore? ( A mirror reflecting her own journey– unbeknownst to her; first, a whore– then, salt wife of the kraken;)

❝—I never thought that you of all women, need encouragement to seek that which your heart desires…” she– fierce daughter of the ocean– that icy fury in her veins– she who had traveled the world over– had swallowed the fury of the sea–; who had endured, iron and salt and the cruelty of more men than the neither of them could count; Eyva knew, in her heart– she did not truly mean it. Then, she smiled softly, yearning to offer her friend what little comfort she could, “— One of these days someone will catch your eye, little lark, and then… you won’t want to wait until you feel secure in your need for them, or encouraged to let yourself really love them.❞ she envisioned coyly, teeth combing over her bottom lip. “You will love them, because your heart is soft and your heart is true and it will not matter to you, whether they love you back, or not… You will love them, all the same.”

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recordare - what is your muse’s least favourite house chore? which is their favourite?

LEAST FAVOURITE IS washing pots and pans, and favourite would be doing… well, no chores? though she doesn’t mind cooking.

#tessinsilk #* / sing a song of grief and strength (development)

sanctus - when they wake up screaming from a nightmare, who is it that your muse calls for?

Harrick won’t usually call for anyone on the rare occasion that he has a nightmare worth screaming over. Although once, to his shame, he called out for his father after a nightmare about Jorah’s face being melted off by dragonfire. He didn’t come.

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👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

“I could never say how much my father terrified me when he was alive. The way he spoke about me... it was as if I was one of his horses, ready to be sold and bred whenever the need would arise. When I was ill, he would joke that it would be better to put me out of my misery than allow for weakness to taint the Lannister name. I hated that man.”

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Snow — I’ll write a drabble of our characters building a snowman together. (Ronan!)

DRABBLE LIST

Though their mothers kept in touch, the older their children grew, the less frequently visits were made between the North and the Eyrie. Long stretches of time passed and when the cousins reunited once more, it seemed their interactions shifted from the familiar and childlike nature they’d once been to something far more formal and almost awkward.

The Arryn’s had arrived just before the first snow of the seasons - sprinkling across the North overnight and drawing her outside in fur lined mittens and cloak shortly after the sun rose. She had anticipated being alone in the courtyard ( outside of the one or two blurry eyed servants who were still blinking sleep from their gazes as they went about the morning ) so to spot her eldest ( and questionably her favorite ) cousin there had been a touch shocking.

Breath forming white clouds before her face, Persephone debated her next course of action. Was it worth trying to converse, or would it be wise to simply leave and pretend she hadn’t found him out of bed so early?

Eventually, she crossed the courtyard and stopped beside the taller man. Wasting no time, she knelt on the chilly ground and mitten wrapped fingers began forming a snowball. Once it was a fitting size, the girl rose to push it around - growing bigger and bigger. As she worked, she could feel the skeptical gaze of her elder cousin, but when it came time for her to lift the middle portion of the body onto the first, a hand landed on her shoulder.

Chocolate eyes flickered toward the taller man, a smile blooming across her lips almost immediately. Stepping back, she watched as he lifted the snow and positioned it onto the next piece. In silence, he constructed a head while she gathered twigs for arms and a handful of pebbles for arms.

Standing back to assess their work, Persephone giggled.

“What?” He muttered.

“Quite the lopsided head.”

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hc: death

- axel never had much of a relationship to death growing up. he lived a sheltered and protective childhood, while still being able to freely roam the castle grounds. even with his sister as sick as she was as a kid, he would still never fear her death. he was deadly afraid of deep water as a young child, but not because he associated it with death, he just associated it with danger, or discomfort.

it wasn’t until recently that he really stopped and thought a moment. he had been in dangerous situations on his travels, but never anything life threatening, so when his mother fell ill and eventually died, he was stunned. he didn’t really know how to react at all, and seeing his mother so weak on her last days made him start to think twice about everything. he would slow down. life wouldn’t last forever, so it was about time to slow down so he could enjoy the rest of his life, however long that may be. safety of his loved ones comes above anything else now.

#tessinsilk #♛ — 𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡𝘩. ( answer. )#♛ — 𝑖 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠. ( musings. )#( queue. )

✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down (Ronan)

“it is not that i tried to get pregnant here, and it is impossible of you to even assume that i did such a thing!” she hollered at the blonde arryn, throwing a book in his direction. it was a terrible accusation, even for him. and while it could have appeared that way, it was still such a risk that even she wouldn’t dare have taken it. “perhaps you would like to know the details of how he fucked me, while supposed to be courting your sister?” she was being insufferable, but ronan had given her competition in that department. his smug and cold face was enough to make her resort to petty displays of rage. when the book fell to the floor, he walked over in what appeared to be one movement, getting close to her face with his seriousness before stretching a hand to point at the chair. commanding her to sit down. something about it caused her to submit to his demand and she sat down. her hands still danced around her in an angry air, spewing venomous insults before he caught her completely off guard by handing her a cup of water. she studied it for a moment before throwing onto his fine clothing. “knowing you, it’s probably poisoned!” if ronan had been angry before, he was certainly angry now as he placed his hands on the arm chair, his body blocking hers in an obvious show of dominance. ‘would you, for once in your life, shut the fuck up?’ it was enough to shut her up. for about five more minutes.

[ @ronanarryn ]

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hc: dance

Lysella enjoys dancing, though not the kind you would think. There were times when her Septa hummed as she knitted a blanket or read from the Seven Pointed Star and the little lioness would flutter around her room, bare-feet against the floor and her dress twirling around her.