#woedawn

[roseguided-arch]

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖. it was her fault, all of it. she lied to colin, continues to do so with his family now her own, & broke his trust. angered him. & now, they are faced with the issue of cressida revealing who is the real whistledown if she isn't paid an almost impossible sum. yet, penelope knew that she couldn't give up her writing, whistledown. a part of her feels guilt gnawing at the back of her mind for not being able to give it up which clashes with the feeling the society papers gave her: she wasn't ignored anymore, she had a sense of power. even as colin sits down beside her penelope cannot raise eyes to meet a gaze she knew cast itself on her. instead she focuses on the moving world outside, opposite hand nervously messing her engagement ring. ❛ colin, i am- . . ❜ words threaten to rise tears, ❛ i am so sorry for this. ❜ says pen, ❛ for lying, for angering you, for allowing cressida to do this to you. ❜ to your family.

[ * @woedawn liked for a starter ! > penelope featherington for colin bridgerton ]

[roseguided-arch]

𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐈𝐃, 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒. hands fold about her front, blue eyes stopping their wondering of the inside of the bridgerton estate's entrance. how elegant decorated, she had thought to herself. so many paintings, so subtly brightly colored with plants & inviting colors. her own home isn't as elegant as this, but it is sufficient for their status & wealth. their parents having left behind a sizable fortune for their children & one isabelle had strictly managed since then. ❛ i am not, mr bridgerton. ❜ replies the lady, her smile widening to showcase dimples on rosy colored cheeks.

@woedawn said, " HELLO, MY LADY. ARE YOU IN NEED OF ASSISTANCE OF SOME KIND? "

eyes glance past him for a moment before returning to handsome features, ❛ i am here to collect my little one, my sister. she is friends with your sister, miss hyacinth. ❜ explains isabelle, their budding friendship making a warmth spread through her chest. ❛ she called on her yesterday, inquired of a playdate this afternoon. how could i refuse her when she seemed so excited at the prospect ? ❜ her siblings were the woman's soft spot.

[f4rgd]

@woedawn : from shadowheart: "are you… laughing at me?"

" I am not laughing at you. " The smile tugging at his lips says otherwise but he's doing his best not to let out a laugh despite how tempting it is. " Just observing. " They barely know one another, they're on the first leg of their journey and Aksel doesn't want to do something that might cause a rift between the two of them, especially when their personalities seem to differ vastly from one another.

But maybe they didn't and he was wrong but only time would give him the answer. " You just looked very serious staring off into space like that. Did something catch your eye? " He'd put all the walking down to his exhaustion and in turn exhaustion meant holding onto what little sanity he had left.

[aenethara]

from cullen | to ashalle, ❝ it was just a dream. a bad dream. ❞

* SOUNDS OF RESTLESSNESS EMERGE FROM CULLEN'S bedchambers, if not for such familiarity among the inquisitor + her advisors, she'd not dare enter. but whatever plague had rotted his mind in his slumber had awakened him, just as ashalle lingers in the doorframe [ ... ] she offers a look of not pity, but understanding as the ex-templar mutters what little bit of reassurance he could — but she does not feel it. how could she?

" i overheard you talking in your sleep, " eyes do not leave him, recalling what information he told her of ferelden's circle, what torture he had endured there. even now, he endures it. to see him vulnerable like this [ ... ] it was a sight that she feels guilty witnessing herself. ashalle clenches her jaw, " forgive me. "

once frozen in the doorframe, she moves quietly to sit just on the edge of the commander's mattress — careful with her movements. digits clasp together in her lap, absentmindedly picking at her nails. " the lyrium [ ... ] you haven't been taking it? " @woedawn

[kingmaketh1]

it was by the king's request that he should find himself training the prince. a thought in itself that aches him, as he has no desire to be tied to a strong velaryon son. but if he's forced to do so -- then he shall train the boy into someone he'd be proud to say he mentored. which is why, perhaps, he's harder on the boy. (aside from the obvious that he does not care much for the other.) to his surprise, jacaerys had managed to impress him. so much so -- he found himself grinning just enough that teeth could be seen. when ser criston had become aware (and to his dismay, caught in the act when they had locked eyes), the grin has disappeared -- replaced by a cold stare. ❝ again. not so sloppy this time, boy.  ❞

@woedawn

[blackarrcw]

@woedawn asked: from alicent | to legolas, wounded - muse a sways muse b and themself back and forth as a soothing mechanism

When was the last time he'd been held in such a manner? Legolas couldn't remember. Ever since his mother's passing, his father had sort of closed himself off to the world - his only son included. Steel blues closed as the swaying had continued, the elf allowing himself just this moment to let another comfort him in a way that should have only been done by family. But yet, this woman had taken it upon herself to bring comfort to him.

Legolas became curious. Curious as to why she was doing this, having barely known the prince at all.

[speculor]

from shadowheart, “ What even are daddy issues? Just traumatize your father back. ”

That would get a small chuckle from Ist'aufein. "Unfortunately you can't traumatize someone who's already dea--" They cut themselves off abruptly.

"Well, actually, I suppose you could with the right combination of spells."

[speculor]

from gale, “ Sorry I couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue. ”

"I suppose you would have quite a lot going on in there. I was asking if you wanted to cook or if I should take over for the night." They weren't quite as good as Gale in that department, but it was passable at least.