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closed starter: @faatedones (cedric lannister)
the calm that resonated throughout the castle after the chaos did not bring genna any peace. the antidotes may have been administrated, that means nothing to her. there was no point in any relief, her father was gone. despite her frustrations and resentment that she felt towards cerion, he was still her father. finally finding her brother sitting in the gardens she sat close next to him. she said nothing at first. cedric was closer to their father than she was.
"i still can't believe that he's gone... you know, there are moments when i think its all just one long continuous nightmare. till reality sets in.." perhaps the sting of the loss would not hurt as much if the man was not poisoned. she could say something ridiculous like he is in a better place. "you look tired..."
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♱ OPEN STARTER : in the midst or near the end of the poison, during a rare quiet moment, after the lord has finished their tending for the night . ( status: accepting replies )
it matters not the age of the sick: all desire to be cared for. as his child had not fallen ill with the terrible plague, the shivering fevers, then mor had little to be concerned with on that front. ( but the lashing limbs, the cries for help, the blind clinging to complete strangers in a time when houses wish each other dead … their heart aches, their mind spins with the beginnings of a migraine. ) attempting to bring it down now, in a small corner, chair and table their sole companions, an empty one opposite. it is at night: quiet, almost tense in how the solace seeps in. the book is opened in their palm, spine to the crook of their thumb, and although they do read, their grey-eyed gaze flashes towards movement in the room. “ have you need of something? has another patient … ” they swallow. cannot bring themself to ask, cannot bring themself to imprint nayara's face upon those bedridden. “… god's blood. i have some water. ” there, a pitcher besides the other book, which they had been reading: old tales of westeros, more like children's folklore, but in the end, it matters not what is said, only how it is received. “ and fruit, if you can stand it. dried. ” unless you want a bedtime story.
she had not been affected by the poison wreaking the bodies of the nobles, gods be willing. her mother and siblings were spared from this sickness.. everyone except for her father, cerion lannister. out of all the varying ways that her lord paramount father could suffer from poison, something for which she personally understood quite well was not one of them. “hm…? No, i suppose i am just taking it all in.” as much as she loathed her father for valid reasons, she never wanted him to…. "do you have anything with a bit more of a punch?” glancing at the items on the table, noting the book she once read as a child. “truth be told, I do not have any meaning to be here…. but i am willing to help.” it is better than doing nothing. It is better than to sit alone with her thoughts. She rather not hear them, she cannot let weakness take hold of her.
✴︎˚。⋆ ( lannister b , samantha logan , 28 , cis woman , she/her ) the hand of the late king welcomes genna lannister, the lady of casterly rock, to the kingsmoot. the realm knows them to be spontaneous and passionate, but the master of whisperers has unearthed information that speaks to their pretentious and haughty tendencies. to dream of them would be to dream of golden flames, pressure to make something of herself, and sunlight breaking through the darkness. they themselves dream of the house lannister on the throne. time is an unwieldy mistress, and only she may tell who will sit the iron throne when the dust settles.
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