#westeros.midnight

[steelfyre-a]

open starter ›› ft. myrcella paege status: accepting replies ( 3 / 5 )

the gods  must  be  smiling  upon  her for a single lemon cake remained on the table as cella hurried over. all evening she'd been unable to have even one of her favorite treat, too busy dancing and the dessert table devoid of them whenever she looked, but the singular disappointment of the ball would soon be a matter of the past. delicate fingers reached out, successfully claiming the cake for herself, only then did she notice another had also been reaching for something on the table. cella paused.   ❝ oh . . . were you reaching for the lemon cake too? ❞

[crimsonsbled]

"  i  bet  the  anonymity  is  most  thrilling  for  some  ,  "  the  blue  fairy  hummed  ,  tiling  her  head  to  the  side  ,  letting  her  ebony  hair  flow  down  her  arm  as  she  observed  the  room  .  "  to  flee  from  pressures,  duties,  and  perhaps  even  people  ?  tonight  offers  the  perfect  opportunity  to  engage  in  something  you  might  regret  come  morning  ,  yet  retain  plausible  deniability  under  the  guise  of  being  someone  else  entirely.  crazy  ,  wouldn't  you  say?  "  irem  let  out  a  chuckle  as  she  popped  a  grape  into  her  mouth  ,  turning  to  the  person  beside  her  .  "  do  you  have  something  you  want  to  escape  from  ?  "

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   :  @shebambi , @hamartialed , @oftroje + [ accepting  0  /  3  replies  ]

[oftroje]

deep   byzantium   -   hued   vision   takes   in   the   scene   playing   out   in   front   of   him   ⸺   some   eternal   bachelor   nobleman   trying   to   seduce   a   higher   born   daughter   from   a   different   region,   failing   miserably   at   his   mission.   "   that's   not   how   one   does   it,   "   dragon   -   child   murmurs   into   his   glass   of   arbor   red.   "   got   any   advice   for   the   poor   fellow   ?   "

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳   .   .   .      𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀   (   one   /   𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋   )   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌.

[crimsonsbled]

alysane  shifted  in  her  seat  ,  adjusting  and  finding  a  position  where  she  felt  comfortable  .  frustrated  ,  she  let  out  a  sigh  ,  straightening  her  back  against  the  seat  .  "  the  costumes  are  so  beautiful  ,  don't  think  ?  "  the  tyrell  rose  turned  to  the  other  with  a  sweet  smile  to  mask  her  discomfort  .  "  i  hope  everyone  is  able  to  breathe  in  theirs  ,  at  least  .  "  because  she  could  barely  .  "  —   that  is  second  priority  ,  at  this  point  ,  i  think  .  "

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   :    @oftroje , @unscng + [ accepting  0  /  2  replies  ]

[oftroje]

light   tangerine   darkens   into   clementine   orange   over   blackwater   bay,   setting   sun   the   background   for   the   grand   masquerade   on   the   eve   of   the   wedding.   sylphlike   frame   rests   on   the   balcony   overlooking   the   gardens,   counterfeit   interest   etched   on   her   physiognomy   as   priya   smiles   charmingly   at   noble   ⸺   they   keep   up   the   act   as   the   lord   fights   for   their   attention.   "   can   we   aid   you   ?   "   femme   asks   as   they   hear   footsteps   near   their   hidden   alcove,   upper   torso   turning   toward   the   mystery   guest.   pale   serpentine   hues   looking   pleadingly   at   them,   begging   to   be   disturbed   by   their   presence   ⸺   body   language   opposite   of   vocal   tone.

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳   .   .   .      𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀   (   one   /   𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾   )   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌.

[oftroje]

"   so   you   mean   to   tell   me   that   the   lord   over   there   is   the   actual   father   of   the   kid   ⸻   come   on,   it's   clearly   the   one   talking   in   hushed   whispers   to   the   mother   of   his   child   over   there   in   that   corner,   "   lorent   speaks   with   a   loose   tongue,   hand   gestating   to   all   thespians   mentioned   in   his   speech.

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳   .   .   .      𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀   (   four   /   𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋   )   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌.

[heavnlearchive]

OPEN    STARTER     ━━    the    masquerade, 4/5 taken

butterfly   of   gossamer   and   ribbon   is   full   of   cheer   as   she   makes   her   way   around   the   dance   floor,   smile   clear   across   highgarden   maide's   features.   with   one   last   spin   -   gowns   swirling   out   around   her   -   they   come   to   a   halt   at   the   side   of   the   room.   “      oh!   i'll   have   worn   out   my   slippers   by   the   night's   end   i'm   sure.   ”

[heavnlearchive]

𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘢𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘺𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭   attends   𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙚.

mask   of   petals   and   pearls   conceals   the   butterfly   from   identification,   wings   protruding   from   her   back   and   gown   swirling   out   around   her.   bows   in   the   shapes   of   wings   coat   her   gown,   along   with   embroidered   butterflies   and   flowers   all   along   her   skirts.