“No?” Leila asked over her shoulder as she continued to skip down the hall of Casterly Rock. “You get to bring a friend.” She hears him protest, saying that business partners aren’t friends, but it doesn’t stop her for a moment. “And the friend I get to bring is your girlfriend so that cancels out. And, I get the master suit.” Leila turned on her heel looking up at her older brother as she walked backwards on the hardwood. “I know you wanted it, and I know it’s mom and dad’s room but if you want this bed Leo Lannister.” She felt her hand wrap around the metal doorknob, turning it slow before she sprinted toward the crisp white sheets. “You’re going to have to pry me out of it!”
"When I'm with you, I feel like I'm a better person. I feel happier... less alone. Less lonely." Cherry x Cordelia
Cherry’s face went blank, that wasn’t the line. It wasn’t even close to the line. Delia was suppose to give some speech about love and how sometimes sacrifices have to be made to keep it and blah, blah, blah. Which would result in a drama storm out on Cherry’s part, and her running back to the boy they were suppose to be fighting over or something. She turned back to face Delia, she thought the cameras would stop rolling that there director would call cut and give them five. But instead she saw the whole crew leaned in waiting to see what would come of it. “That’s not the line.” Derek their other co star whispered into the director’s ear which prompted the cutthroat cue to shut up.
“I’ve been alone my whole life. Even standing in the most crowded rooms, I was completely alone.” Cherry started talking, and the words didn’t seem out of place at all. “Being alone is what I know, it’s what I’m good at. And you’re…” She paused, looking Delia in the eyes. “You’re not like me. You’re kind, you make me want to be better. It’s why we’re friends. But it doesn’t matter how I feel about it, or him, or you.” She gave a half shrug, glancing to the floor as she felt everyone’s eyes on her. “We never meant to fall for,” she paused trying not to break character. “The same guy. But it happened. We’re like a messed up Betty and Veronica. In the end you two are going to be happy, and I’m going to be the way I’ve always been…Alone.”
"I’m not expecting anything. I just want to…” (Gemmett)
“You just want to?” She echoed, standing the doorway of her flat with a silk robe tied tightly at her waist and wet hair that smelled of chlorine falling around her face. She was just about to step into the shower when he’d knocked, and thinking he was a mermaid she hadn’t bothered changing to answer the door. “Talk?” Gigi attempts to help him out, before stepping out of his way. “Then come in, before I freeze in this doorway and you don’t get to say anything.”
everly x gigi / Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy.
Gigi found herself rolling her eyes, back turned to the brunette on the other side of the bar. She reached down and grabbed the neck of new red she’d ordered from The Sheep, knowing for sure the bottle her friend was currently cooing over was probably empty. After all, a few glasses in was often the only time they were friendly especially these days. There are some deaths pull people together, make them lean on eachother for support and comfort in a trying time. Then there are others that rip people apart before the body’s even cold. Monique’s was the latter. It used to be that friendships just felt a little like enemies, now…It was pretty clear they were. But still, at the bottom of every bottle…There was still a little bit of warmth. If only temporarily. Gigi popped the cork and turned back around to fill Everly’s glass. “Is that your only active proof? Cause sweetie, you might want to check some receipts.”
"Do you expect me to believe that?" / thatcher and gigi
"I don’t care if you believe it or not. You may have been the swimmer, but I can hold my breathe just as long if not longer. And if you don’t believe me, you can get in the pool."
"It’s nearly midnight… have you seen my date?" / rileila
"The boy band guy?" Leila asked smoothing out her dress. "No I can’t say I have but, I did see a really cute age appropriate doctor over by the bar. If your interested."
Hannah had just turned to wipe off the knife she’d be using. She was ready to switch to something else for now, but she always seemed to work her way back to it. Glancing at her reflection, she tilted her head turning back to her prey and tapping the metal to her chin. “In general or just to you?” She mocked, her patience running thin but her imagination was just getting started. "Why am I doing this?" The question caused a small giggle to work it’s way up her delicate throat. "I’ve got a reason. But no one really cares about reasons." Hannah placed the blade down, picking up a hammer in it’s place. Toying with it in her hand until it felt comfortable. "What you’re really asking is if I’m going to let you live. And that…Depends on you." Her brown eyes settled on him, the boy couldn’t be more than a couple of years older than her. He was tall and thin, she didn’t know what he did for them and didn’t really care. She only had one demand. "Tell me everything you know about George Darling."
She had spent the morning listening to people, hearing their problems and solving them in place of her father who had a meeting with his small council. It wasn’t a burden, in fact she loved doing it. It made her feel necessary, but she needed to cut out early. So she could get ready for the tourney where she sat beside her father and brothers for the majority of the afternoon, in a corset her new handmaiden had tied much tighter than the last. But when Miranda could her not to pull as hard, she could have sworn she pulled it tighter.
She it was near the middle where she started to see stars, and her brother noticing the way she pressed herself to the chair sent for more wine. It helped but her strained breathing still continued until she asked to be excused near the end, putting her the flash of worry in her father’s eyes to bed by saying it was just too much sun. When really she felt the colour draining from her face.
Miranda made her way through familiar halls and up stairs all while servants watched nervously. She wasn’t used to corsets. Only wearing them when necessary and always to the point where she was defined but still comfortable. Her waist felt like it was two inches, and her lungs strained to fill themselves with air. But if she was going to faint, she was determined to do so on her own bed. They allowed two hours between crowning a winner, and the feast. But it felt like she had just began feel a little better when she heard a loud knock on her door. “Come in.” The door cracked open at her words, just enough for the slim blonde to slip through and close it again red silk covered in gold embroidery draping her form.
"You left." She said stating the obvious, before making her way over. "Before the winner could even give you his favor." The crown of roses she had been holding in her hand was set on her lap as she took a seat on Miranda’s bed. "He wouldn’t have crowned me, not over you." The brunette countered, her features filling with affection. "Keep the crown, he gave it to you. Plus scarlet roses will compliment your gown." She said, her hands toying and trying to pull at the bindings. "You should get into yours." She suggested, nodding to the fabric hanging on the wall. "You worried us out there…It looked like you were about to faint." Miranda listened to her friend, thinking she was being subtle until the question left her lips. "Were you about to faint?"
"It’s just a mistake, she’s learning." Miranda excused, but Lilith removed the blade she keep on her at all times and cut the laces. "She could have broken your rib." It was a good counter argument, one that stopped Miranda from talking. But a loud gasp escaped her when she was freed. "Why didn’t you tell her it was too tight?" "Well…I did but I’m not sure if she speaks the common tongue.""She’s from the Eyrie, she speaks the common tongue. I even saw her flirting with a guard earlier." Lilith stood up, walking over to the dress and taking it in one hand. "I’ll help you get dressed this time, and after I’m done…Then I’ll have a talk with your new maid." "Lilith-""Come on, we don’t want to be too late."
It was intimate act, undressing someone and even redressing them. Miranda had grown up with people who always were around to help her, as had Lilith being the daughter of a Lord. A part of Miranda felt like it might be demeaning for Lilith to do this, but the other girl clearly didn’t see it that way. Gentle hands handling and guiding the fabric to fall in place. “Just like a queen.” She remarked, a remark that sent Miranda walking back to the bed to retrieve the crown of roses. Gently resting it on the head of golden curls. “Now you’re a queen too. I hope you’re ready, we’ve got to wake up at dawn tomorrow to start recieving the people. Then we have lessons of course and whatever else the council tells us to do.”"Our work is never done." Lilith replied looping her arm in Miranda’s as they walked out of the room. Unfortunately for her the handmaiden had just come up to collect Miranda. She had walked about ten steps before noticing that Lilith had the girl by the arm and although she didn’t overhear the full conversation. She did hear the ending. "Do it again, and I’ll have you thrown from the cliffs at Casterly Rock."
