#willow 001

[cassidy-sykes]

LOCATION: The Golden Spoon WHO: @mystycfics

Out in the alley, a cigarette hung between Cassidy’s lips as he stared down at his phone going through different messages before finishing the last drag and heading inside.  Just before his break was over, he headed towards the back booth where his youngest child was sitting to check in on her when he noticed a half eaten pie slice.  “Mother fu–,” he muttered under his breath, annoyed with the situation.  “Just a few more hours,” he informed the four year old, hoping she could keep  herself entertained and quiet.  He was fortunate the owner of the diner showed mercy on him and allowed him to bring in Lily here and there when he didn’t have a place to take her given the costs of daycare.

Soon after he left Lily, he approached Willow.  “For fuck’s sake, stop giving her pie.”  The tone harsh and his face slightly red from his frustration.  Cassidy pointed to himself, “parent.”  Then he pointed to her, “no one.”  He stated trying to get the point across.

[ravellaarryns]

who: @wyldewillow what, where and when; the queen of the vale and the lady of raventree hall have come across one another during the many festivities throughout the celebration of king jaehaerys targaryen's coronation festivities - nothing of substance, but rather forced smalltalk as their courts came across one another. there is one night in which the queen of the vale is seen speaking closely with her master of ships lord grafton whilst the floor is alight with dancing, and as he departs, she turns to see a familiar set of eyes looking upon her. the lady of raventree hall, looking as though she suddenly had something to say to the queen.

"my lord." the queen of the vale spoke in the direction of her master of ships, a clear indication that this conversation was coming to an end; and yet still, there was a sense of wicked humour that came over her when it came to the ruling lord of gulltown. all strength and brawn, with no wits and no ambition; her arms remained clasped behind her torso as they wound their way through the courtiers, nodding her head in his direction so hair as black as ink spilled from her shoulders.

"your good news. i wish to see them for myself." an update on the newest recruits of the sailor force, as was tradition within the vale of arryn, had peaked her interest somewhat: it was common knowledge that when a boy turned fourteen within the vale, he became a man - and became a man through blood and sweat. no tears, at least, not that which was known. they were the next generation to carry forth the strength of the kingdom of the vale - it was for them not only to use the mountain, but to bare it's weight equally.

and when she began to make her way back through the courtiers and toward the spare seat beside the king of the vale, whom seemed to have constant discussions with multiple individuals since the all too public incident and attack had happened, she stopped dead-fast in the middle of her path when the lady of raventree hall approached her. "lady blackwood." ravella greeted, her tone clearly implying an enquiry: as to why the woman had approached her in the middle of the dance floor, especially in regards to a matter she could not work out. what would the widow of house blackwood have to say to her?

her eyes flickered upward as she heard the common sound of jack grafton's belly laugh bouncing from the walls of the halls, unapologetic in his bold nature; and when she saw who he was speaking to, she only noted a flame haired woman who seemed to be mirroring his smile, only somewhat more shyly. "yes?" she asked, though her voice were nowhere near as gracious as most women's voices and tones would be. the pair stepped away from the swirling skirts, seeping back into the shadows and the walls of the edge of the dance floor; she found great comfort in being in such a position, as opposed to being right in the middle of such fast movement.

she could see all from here in this corner, rejecting a goblet being offered to her with an impatient wave of her hand.

[intothewylde]

setting : highgarden, the reach, before the kingdom's all depart. lord morgan wylde decides to pay a visit to his elder sister and nephews. @wyldewillow

the ruling lord of the rain house's silent presence made it's way down the hall, though boots could be heard echoing off of the walls, that was certainly the only clamor that emitted from the man. he was a man of few words, choosing to converse only when necessary, with those he needed to, and the occasional friend. it was not that morgan wylde did not like people, he simply found it all tiring.

he held a book in hand, a gift for his eldest nephew, hugo, who had taken greatly to his interest in insects, amongst the many quirks that morgan had. it made the lord glad, should he not ever have any children of his own, that something he found so simply interesting would be passed down to family. a page boy knocked on the door to his sister's chambers, announcing the lord's presence, and when it opened, he entered.

"sister." he greeted her, his tone just a hint above monotonous, as it tended to be with such formalities. he held up the book. "for hugo." he set it upon the nearby table as he approached closer to the elder lady. "apologies for not coming to see you sooner, i have been kept rather busy." unfortunately. he cut to the chase. while morgan did indeed care for his siblings, they were not spared from his lack of interest in small talk. "you are well?"

[lucreziasredwyne]

who: @wyldewillow when and where: roughly one hour to midnight, lucrezia redwyne finds herself within a small garden courtyard, with a small bundle of blankets nestled within her arms against her chest. it had happened once again; callum florent was unable to latch onto any of his nursemaids, resulting in lucrezia needing to be awakened to breastfeed herself. now, the babe would not settle.

"are you going to burp for mama?" he was upright against her shoulder, her hand softly patting and rubbing his back as she attempted to soothe the quiet gurgles and groans that came from him, knowing he could hold his neck up in small enough moments to peer up at the brightness of the stars. "your tummy is hurting you, isn't it?" but she could feel his discomfort, knowing he were unable to pass the gas that made him irritable and in pain; and regardless of how much she had attempted to burp him, it was not coming.

he was fine with omer out here. but omer wasn't in his solar when she popped in, over an hour ago. she ignored the bad feeling in her gut. there was a reason, there was always a reason.

she had stood and walked up and down the cobbles with him over her shoulder, she had sat him up on her lap and supported him by his arms, she had lain him over her skirts…nothing had worked. "silly tummy." she murmured, giving him a soft kiss. but it had not resulted in crying, only disgruntled sounds of discomfort. had she done it wrong? had she given him too much? she could feel him beneath her palm, and she could swear that he had gotten skinnier - the feeding was becoming an issue. what was she to do?

"one burp, ya omri, a small one. let's help callum's tummy."

she quietly soothed him as her hand moved up and down his back some more, praying it would not result in the cry. the cry he done, one of pure desperation; the one that made his entire face go red, and he hardly allowed himself pause to breathe. where genuine tears stained his cheeks. it were as though she had jinxed herself, because not soon after what she thought was finally a burp, was instead the beginning of the tears. a frustrated sigh slipped from her, trying to ignore the slight tears that came to her eyes.

she was so exhausted, and she fought the urge to allow herself to cry there and then. "okay...okay, we're going. we're going. please callum, stop - stop."

she stood, knowing she could not stay outside for him to scream - too many would hear, those whose apartments ran along the courtyard. she could go back to their apartments, where night would soon turn to day and he would eventually fall asleep out of exhaustion, still whimpering in his sleep. and it was only then she realised there was someone else in the garden, the sight immediately making her recoil: how had she not realised that?

and her guard lowered when she saw it were a woman. "forgive me, my lady. i didn't see you there...i'd have moved." she hoped the woman did not see the slight tears that were welling in her orbs.