#westeros.storm

[steelfyre-a]

open starter ›› ft. myrcella paege status: closed.

neither  mind  nor  body  held  any memory of wandering into the dark hall - last memory being of sleep washing over her, only it hadn't held her for long, hadn't kept the unseen from taking her hand and leading her away from house paege's chambers to an area of the castle unfamilar in the dead of night. not even a candle to light her way. cella wrapped her robe tightly around her; it didn't keep the terror from slipping into her veins, aided by screams echoing through halls. the sound of hurried footsteps sent her heart leaping into her throat. maiden ducked behind a nearby column, praying she would go unseen.

[sunlaid]

# 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 ↷ @vi0light, @crimsonsbled + five other replies

hel   does   not   weep.      not   even   as   she   is   tucked   between   walls,      a   hand   holding   on   to   broken   glass   as   makeshift   blade,      the   other   pushed   upon   leg   injury.      the   blade   had   nearly   missed   skin,      but   still   created   a   wound   that   bled.      it   is   not   fear   that   held   her   together,      but   rather perfectly crafted fury.      shadow   loomed   over,      and   teeth   are   bared,      slicing   at   the   space   between   she   and   blurred   company.      "   fucking   coward! "

[crimsonsbled]

"  the  wound  is  deep  ,  "  ysabela  muttered  to  herself  ,  bloodied  hands  pressing  down  on  the  cut  with  urgency  as  she  wrapped  it  in  the  nearest  cloth  she  could  find  .  her  breath  hitched  as  she  finally  looked  up,  panic  flickering  in  her  eyes  .  "  we  need  a  maester  .  i  —  i  can't  stitch  this  ,  it  is  beyond  my  expertise  .  w  —  what  .  .  .  h  —  how  did  this  happen?"  she  did  not  dare  venture  far  from  her  chambers  when  the  storm  began  ,  yet  the  sounds  of  chaos  from  outside  echoed  through  the  stone  walls  ,  filling  her  with  a  growing  sense  of  dread  .

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿     :    @proelium , @morewoe , @sacrificeds + 2 /  2  more  replies.   

[ravasz]

closed . @unbowcd

Martyn wasn't much of a prodigy in the martial arts, nor did he have the proper tools for a fair fight, however, he could carry himself in a fight against one. Perhaps even two, if he had Dusk with him. Against four... well it was easy to say that he was beyond fucked. Dusk had luckily occupied two of the assailants, while Martyn tried to fend off the other two with his stupid fucking lute, as it was the only thing he managed to grab, apart from the dagger still hanging from his belt, the one he could only use in close combat, one he despised wholly. Swinging like a madman, he managed to send one of his opponents against the railing on a balcony, and seeing his opportunity Martyn dropped the lute, grabbing the dagger to give the final blow when the other attacker yanked him back by his nightrobe, shoving him aside. He lost his footing, falling to the ground right away, but before he could even register the pain of his body hitting the stone, cold and wet from the storm, he rolled away from the tip of the sword that was headed his way. It was then he noticed the ironborn hurrying up the stairs by the balcony, and didn't even think before yelling. "Harlaw! Get the fuck over here!" He grabbed the lute in the last moment, holding it up above his chest before another attack came from his opponent, shattering the wooden instrument right away.

[morewoe-archive]

location  >>  the halls time  >>  night open  >>  accepting  replies

Never  before  had  she  been  so  thankful  for  her  husbands  colours  as  she  was  tonight,  the  red  of  her  nightgown  disguising  the  blood  that  soaked  it  through,  though  it  clung  to  her  skin.  None  of  it  is  hers,  though  she  does  not  need  to  check.  Her  own  blood  is  saltwater  this  night,  the  sound  of  waves  crashing  in  her  ears  in  time  with  the  beat  of  her  heart.  She  walks  slow,  takes  her  time,  listens  out  for  singular  footsteps  rather  than  groups.  No  matter  the  adrenaline  rushing  through  her,  she  is  no  fool.  She  is  out  of  practice,  armed  with  only  a  dagger,  and  not  able  to  retreat.  And  yet,  she  cannot  find  it  within  herself  to  hide.  She  waits  behind  a  wall,  listens  out  for  a  single  pair  of  footsteps  echoing  across  stone,  and  acts.  She  whips  around  the  corner,  blade  held  high.

[ichorsveinedarchive]

since  the  storm  (  both  in  the  sky  and  within  the  castle  walls  )  rolled  in  ,  bronte  has  been  in  perpetual  motion  ,  single - minded  —  find  laenor  .  only  now  do  they  pause  ,  gasping  for  breath  .  weight  slumps  onto  their  makeshift  weapon  ,  kept  upright  by  the  lifeless  ,  still  warm  body  it  spears  .  it  can  only  be  a  moment  or  two  ,  they think , when  footsteps  startle  them  out  of  a  near  daze  ,  "  stay  back  ,  unless  you  wish  to  be  next  .  "  a quivering  hand  wipes  splattered  blood  from  their  jaw  ( silently , they curse the tremor ) .  friend  or  foe  ,  she  must  surge  on  .  find  him  ,  find  laenor  .

[sunlaid]

         # 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 + seven replies

blood   marred   the   brute's   weapon   —   sword   left   behind,      loyal   companion   tasked   between   wife's   fingers   to   protect   their   children.      hallways   leading   to   goodbrother   quarters   remained   free   of   foes,      instead   littered   with   bodies   of   storm   soldiers   unlucky   to   have   thought   hound   and   family   prey.      red   hammer   lives   up   to   name,      not   an   inch   of   body   untouched   by   crimson,      and   war   trained   eyes   fall   upon   the   next   body   that   rounded   corner.      a   challenge,      if   company   turned   out   to   be   another   corpse   to   add   to   the   count.

[crimsonsbled]

all  night  shirei  tossed  and  turned  ,  unable  to  sleep  .  she  blamed  it  on  the  storm  brewing  outside  but  her  gut  had  told  her  it  was  something  else  .  lightning  illuminated  her  chambers  but  in  the  distance  ,  there  was  something  more  .  “  what  has  happened  ?  ”  ruling  lady  jumped  out  of  her  covers  ,  brows  furrowed  with  worry  .  "  you  are  worrying  me  .  .  .  what  is  it  ?  "

𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿     :    @steelfyre , @ravasz , @sunlaid