sand snake

[theanymosity]

thewillastyrell‌:

It was the least he could do and was such an innate action to do despite the location and time. When the woman smiled in return and took the phone, Willas took a moment to breathe out. The moment Nymeria emerged from the shadows, he stilled unexpectedly and all thoughts appeared numb. It had been a while and Willas hated how the distance crawled between them after the lawsuits and accident. “If that means doing the right thing then yes,” Willas countered easily, giving a hint of a smile at her luring words. Even talking to her now seemed surreal and returned her gaze softly as if she were a stranger. He hated what his family had done to hers and though it was in the past, it was still in the forefront of his mind on an almost day to day basis. “It’s never a bad time to be considerate towards others. As for striving for justice in an unfair society, I think that’s always been the case as I’m sure you’re aware.” He paused for a moment as the natural ease of a conversation with her came back to him. “It’s good to see you, Nym. How are you? How’s…your father?”

There were not many people that held a place in Nym’s heart. Her sisters, her father, her cousins, and a select few outside of that. Somehow, Willas had wormed his way in there too. Perhaps it was because they ended too early. He was the one that got away. Perhaps she still felt guilt over what her father had done to him, though that had been severely lessened by his family’s actions following the event. It was all a hot mess that two kids couldn’t survive. “What’s right to you may do harm to me. ‘Right’ is so very subjective, Petal.” She took a step forward so that she could feel his body heat next to her. Her dark eyes moved up slowly to meet his gaze. A small, teasing smile danced on the corner of her mouth. “I wonder if you’ll ever be less gallant.” She sighed and shrugged. “I am as I always have been. I work, I play. I walk the tightrope of right.” The smirk grew. Willas knew what she did. At least, Nym had always assumed that he was in the know. She’d confided in him many secrets, particularly her fears about her father’s expectations of her, but that was a long time ago. “My father is a snake in the grass while the kingdom is attempting to clear the garden, but I’m certain that the details wouldn’t interest you. You’ve been down that road before.” The weight of the words could be felt in her tone. “And how is my Petal?”

[theanymosity]

thegildedseashell‌:

open thread location: king’s landing

Jeyne stared at her phone, her lips thinned as the gossip columns ran rampant over the screen. The queen, it seemed – because she was technically a queen even if she hadn’t been crowned – had disappeared from Summerhall and Jeyne felt a strange eeriness over the city as many around her seemed to be recognizing the same thing. “Shit,” she murmured as she began to turn back toward the hotel she was staying in for the time being.

She was so busy that, in her haste, Jeyne bumped into someone on the sidewalk. Her phone fell from her hands and shattered on the pavement. “Godsdamnit. Can this day get any worse?”

Nym rolled her eyes rather obviously. “It decidedly could get infinitely worse.” She was entirely over these soap opera melodramatics. There had been abdications, coronations, murders, missing organs, incarcerations, and the like for months now. It was making everyone suspicious which was the last thing you wanted when operating within a highly illegal drug cartel. A little broken phone didn’t seem like a tragedy. Nonetheless, she turned to the imbecile who’d not been paying attention to their footsteps. “Excuse you.” She said forcefully. “It would be so kind if you apologized to my friend for ruining her mobile.” Nym waited patiently, lips pursed, until the man uttered a weak ‘sorry’ and fumbled off. Nym slipped her arm casually over Jeyne’s shoulder. “What else has happened that makes it so bad?”

[theanymosity]

thewillastyrell‌:

The spring season came with many new orders of attention and Willas could feel himself holding on by a simple thread. He was involving himself with a few speeches at organizations and charity events as well as university campuses. There were other things that stole his attention including bringing attention to climate change in Dorne and the North, the mass pollution in near Cape Kraken and the Neck. Having a moment alone seemed like a dying pleasure, but he managed to find a place at a decent enough pub to spare a moment to breathe. Willas indulged himself in the gin and tonic at the bar, isolating himself from other murmured conversations. It wasn’t until the person nearest him slipped out of their seat and moved towards the door that snapped Willas out of his reverie and noticed the phone left sitting on the counter. He could have just let the patron come back in to retrieve it or let the bartender handle another case of someone leaving their wallet or phone. Instead, Willas stood hastily and snatched the phone and followed the person out. He glanced around the street which had only a few persons on it, but found the person he recognized only moments ago. “Hey-You left your phone,” Willas greeted with a warm smile, holding out the said phone. “Didn’t want you to get too far without it. Pretty important thing we have here.”

Nymeria was nursing a martini and keeping an eye out at the bar for a reasonable conquest when she spotted an all too familiar face rushing into the street. In a swift motion she downed the rest of the glass and tossed money onto the counter to cover her tab. She followed Willas out onto the street just in time to see him return the missing phone to it’s owner. “Awh, Petal. Still a knight in shining armor, huh?” She purred the words as she approached him. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest as she approached him. Her heels clicking on the pavement with each step. Viper eyes ran him up and down like a predator assessing the prey. It had been a time since she’d seen Willas and even longer still since they’d had a conversation, especially one that wasn’t smack in the middle of the public eye. “And what is the cause of the day? Anything interesting or are we crusading for the latest heart-stealing murderer? I hear that’s a big fad these days.” 

[theanymosity]

siren-wynafryd‌:

Wynafryd gently took the paper back from her hand and frowned to then shake her head at her suggestion. “Well, that could have worked in my previous book but nothing of the sort in this one, I’m affraid. It’s a good idea but not for this story,” she added and smiled at the waiter who came back with her tea and red velvet cake she had ordered. That made her think on her sister and how she probably would have stolen the cake away from her. Both sisters had a sweet tooth and many times Wynafryd helped her distract the cook so Wylla could steal the freshly made jam and some cookies without being seen. To anyone else, the comment made by the woman could have made them leave, but she had listened her fair share of weird stuff and by the things she wrote and the answers from the fans, she was used to it. “That’s true, you can’t never please a crowd and my critics are just waiting for me to make a mistake so they can rip me to shreds. Bastards all of them,” she said rolling her eyes. “But what can I expect? They’re all men.”

Viper-like eyes cut swiftly upward at the ‘author’. They narrowed slightly as Nym considered what the woman had said. “You think it’s a good idea?” She nearly scoffed. “I wouldn’t let the rest of the population hear you say that. The next thing you know, you’ll be sitting in a cell next to Jon Arryn.” Nym wondered how arrogant one must have to be to think their works of fiction, and critics, more relevant than a prime minister’s murder. “My father has always said of critics that there are only two options to what they’re saying which is: it’s true and therefore, they have a right to say it, or it’s false and therefore, what they’re saying doesn’t matter anyway. I’ve always found it very sage advice. Life is far easier to live when you’re not so concerned about the opinions of the meek.” She shrugged, the ghost of a smile threatened her lips, but the Dornish girl did not break. “Although, I’m not sure how much you will value the wisdom since he too was cursed with masculinity. Pray tell, what is so horrible about that in your opinion?”

[dailynaomiscott]

[theanymosity]

siren-wynafryd‌:

Wynafryd was no stranger to politics, but that didn’t mean she cared about them. Many times before she had refered to politics as a “nessesary evil,” and noone could change her mind about it just yet. The woman looked up when two teenage girls approached to her table and smiled at them, knowing what they were after. “Picture or autograph?” she asked, and the taller of the two girls gave a small squeal. “Picture, please?” Wynafryd nodded and carefully put in a folder the white sheets of paper she had been working on. She smiled and thanked at the young waitress who was kind enough to take the pictures and spoke to the girls for a moment before they left and she went back to write her novel. Wynafryd wasn’t like most authors and she liked to write by hand, all of it, and then pass it on the computer, fixing mistakes and editing where she thought it was convenient. She liked to hear her sister’s opinion on the characters and full story before making the final draft. Wylla was a breath of fresh air and always had interesting ideas. “So which one do you think it’s more shocking?” Wynafryd asked the person who had taken a seat in front of her. “Seven nuns seducing the family priest and having their way with him in front of the Lord and Lady,” she passed to another page. “Or…the darling daughter finding out that her dear husband is having an affair with her own twin brother? I’m all ears.” 

Nym had never had a problem taking a seat at any table that she believed she belonged, or rather, any table that she wanted to sit at. Her father had taught her that. There was much of the world that would not leave a seat for her. They would invite her to sit, and therefore, she had to be prepared to take it if she wanted it. Never deny yourself what you deserve, he always said and then assure her that she deserved the world. “Hmmm.” The serpent mused, tapping her fingers on her cheek as her chin rested in her palm. “Frankly neither idea is quite living up to real like these days.” Nym took a sip of her drink and plucked a paper from the table to scan over idly. The Manderly’s were from the North. Nym was looking for an insight to the arrest of Ned Stark. Who better than an inside outsider? Someone with just enough connections to hear rumors worth listening to, but not important enough to report back. “Now, if seductive nuns cut out the priest’s heart and ate it, then we’d really be talking. Although, I suppose true to life doesn’t really please a crowd. Does it?”

[theanymosity]

💙

how would my muse handle seeing their object of affection falling in love with someone else?

it would be an immediate cut and run. nym so rarely feels any sort of genuine romantic affection or connection that to have it rejected in that manner would poison her to the idea at all. it would be venom and vengeance. i pity whomever her object of desire decides on against nym. they will certainly be having a string of bad days to come.

[theanymosity]

☎

NAME: baratheon, shireen.

RINGTONE: what’s my age again?

PICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: [ idk yet. ]

LAST TEXT SENT: [ are you going to the thing in highgarden? ]

[yennefahs]

[theanymosity]

thewillastyrell‌:

Benefit Gala

Highgarden Feb 12, 2020

It was simply not something that Willas could turn down as it was his brother hosting the event and the event being a good cause. Willas did not live far from where he had grown up, staying in the city but enough to feel like he was on his own. It was good to see his family on an evening that wasn’t cursed with ill news. The whole country was in an animous stillness together following the plagued events and there was nothing optimistic about any of it. Someone had been murdered and the person who had done it may have gotten away. At this point, it wasn’t about politics or taking sides, but doing what was right. Willas had already done the march in Oldtown at the end of last month and hoped to encourage anyone listening to him to take action. The best place to be now was at home, a place that always brought peace and comfort to him. This is what everyone seemed to need after the night they all had, only expecting good outcomes. Though he wasn’t the host of the evening, he still thought he should make himself able and accommodating to those in attendance. 

Whether people were here for the actual cause or because they knew that Highgarden threw some of the best parties, Willas was proud of his brother for finding something to promote. It wasn’t the first thing that he would have thought of but knew that most universities struggled, especially in studies that were not as financed and seemed more isolated. The room was clustered together, most of them students and some supporters of the industry or the priority of fine arts education. Willas decided to slip into the kitchen for a break while everyone seemed distracted. He knew there were a handful of staff that had been hired for the event, but it was his home and knew it better than they did which is why he grabbed a wine glass from the cupboard and poured himself a glass. When he turned he saw another person and he gave a small smile. “I know I’m old enough, but don’t tell my mother.”

Nym had no particular desire to be a part of this Highgarden Gala, but when Oberyn Martell gave instruction, he meant for them to be followed. That went double for what he told his daughters. The Sand Snakes were infamous in Westeros, afterall. The rumors of their talents were both unbelievable and accurate. Someone had to have a leash on them. With Nym’s particular skill set, she was often the one sent to these events. Obara could intimidate the strongest man and Tyene could swiftly poison them, but Nymeria was the one with magic in her lips. As diplomatic and seductive as her sire, Nym was the voice of the Sand Snakes. She was the voice of the Martell’s whenever necessary. 

“Don’t worry, petal.” She lifted a single finger to her lips in a sign of secret keeping. Nym winked. “Your secret is safe with me. I’m not even sure I would recognize your mother if I saw her.” She sidled up to him and reached across him for her own glass. “I would be more inclined to forget her if you were to share the spoils, though.” Nym smiled. There was a bite behind her teeth that was ever present. Her viper eyes were burning and curious. How did the Tyrell’s fit into this political scandal? How would they react? They’d been so peaceful and neutral, but there was an opportunity for them to gain a significant amount of power now. Would they reach out for it or hide in the comfort of their neutrality. “Tell me, why are you hiding all the way over here?”

[theanymosity]

thebabybaratheon‌:

Oh, oh no. This was— This was not part of his plan. For a man who had as many ex-girlfriend as he did, Renly liked to imagine that he did a pretty impressive job of avoiding them at all costs. He tried to date outside his own social circles and they rarely went out long enough to mingle friend groups. None of his girlfriends ever met family. So how the fresh hell was Nymeria here?

“Nym, hey.” He said, holding his drink between them like some sort of shield. “It’s, uh, it’s me. Renly. Baratheon?” Sure they’d only dated for a month or so but he liked to think he was more memorable than this.

Nym narrowed her eyes at the man before her. He was kind of cute, but looked nervous as hell for some reason. How did he know her name? “Renly?” The name was very familiar, but she just couldn’t place it. “I’m sorry. I just don’t remember you. Maybe it’s the alcohol. Care to refresh my memory at all?” She asked. The name Baratheon she definitely recognized. How could she not? They were one of the most important families of Westeros. Nym had been to the Stormlands plenty of time. Business drew her to Storm’s End often enough. There was the complete possibility that she slept with this man at some point and forgot. 

It wasn’t as if Nym paid much attention to those she partnered with at any given moment. She knew that none of them would be permanent. Nym simply focused on their time in the bedroom and the laughter she was given. If you didn’t perform in either of those areas, there’s a distinct possibility that she would forget entirely. 

[theanymosity]

desmera‌:

She had just ordered a fresh glass of champagne and gripped the stem in her fingers as she looked around the party. There were quite a few people here already and she exhaled after taking a fresh sip from the glass. Her eyes were gazing at the decorations when she noticed a woman close to her jumping, apparently not having realized someone else was close-by. Desmera’s lips curved upwards, slowly, as she looked at the other woman and when she spoke, her words were deliberate and punctuated carefully. “I was just enjoying the decor,” she said softly, lips quirking at the corners. “And I can’t recall giving it to you once before, but I’m Desmera Redwyne.” A brow arched. “And you are?”

Despite claiming inebriation, Nym reached out for another glass the minute a waiter walked past her. She took a nice, long swig from the glass before speaking to the woman before her. “Redwyne...” She mused quietly. “The Reach. Are you by chance one of the Redwyne’s who are so involved in the growing of arbor wine? If so, I swear you now have half of my inheritance. I adore your vineyard.” Nym smiled. “I am Nymeria Sand of the Martell family. However, you are more than welcome to call me Nym.”

[theanymosity]

FULL NAME: Nymeria ‘Nym’ Sand FACE CLAIM: Naomi Scott AGE: twenty-eight GENDER & PRONOUNS: she/her OCCUPATION: lobbyist & hitman  CITY CHARACTER IS BASED IN: Dorne SEXUALITY: pansexual

P E R S O N A L I T Y   T R A I T S

+ elegant

Nymeria has a plethora of sister. Each one has their own distinct personality, and several of them had different mothers. Nym’s mother was a socialite from Volantis. Anyone would say that her mother was a woman of great grace and sophistication. Both are traits that Nym inherited from her. While she only knew her mother for a few years, Nym remembers vividly how people looked at her mother. She wanted everyone to look at her that way too.

+ shrewd

On the other hand, Nym’s father trained her in a different manner. Oberyn, known underground as the Red Viper, taught her to be astute and observational. He knew that in his line of business, all of his daughter needed to be prepared for anything. Nym took well to the lessons. Of all her sisters, she is perhaps the most able to assess a situation and strategize how to handle it swiftly.

- vengeful

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Nym never lets a slight go unanswered. When your family is tied with criminal activity and everyone is looking for a weakness, there must absolutely be none for them to find. Nym is vicious in her protection. She will go to whatever extremes to exact her revenge. 

- devious

As a woman who leads a double life, it’s very important that Nym be duplicitous in order to survive. Her mind is geared to manipulation, and her ambition is fueled by her ability to achieve her goals even through underhanded methods. Afterall, her father and mother both told her to use every advantage available to her.

H E A D C A N O N S

The Martell family is heavily active in the underground world of Westeros. They run guns, move drugs, and take hits out on anyone who has enough money to pay for it. Oberyn is the primary in this realm, but he’s trained each of his daughters to be able to survive, no, succeed in this world. Nym works as a hitman. She’s just about the best one in the city, but that’s on a need to know basis.

In the daylight, Nym works as a lobbyist for the interests of the city of Dorne. It was her mother’s idea originally for her to become involved in politics, but her father and uncle supported it completely. She was skilled at debate, quick thinking, and passionate about the welfare of Dorne and it’s people. There aren’t enough liberal voices on the council in her opinion, and she’s made it her mission to sway them.

Nym doesn’t believe in monogamous love. Her father has had partners across the country and even foreign affairs, and he loved every single one of them. While he eventually found a partner that he wanted to remain with, they still didn’t keep their lives to themselves. She is happy to jump from partner to partner to the point that she doesn’t always remember who she’s been with and who she hasn’t. Nym has never been in a committed relationship at all.

Nym has more sisters than you can count on one hand. Their ages vary widely, and they didn’t always live in the same house together. Sometimes they got on each other’s last nerve, and with the skills they possessed, bickering between them could become intense. However, Nym is fiercely loyal to every single sister she has. They come above nearly everyone else in her life. Family is everything to her.

[theanymosity]

‘I’m going to kill you.’ She mouthed across the room to one of her sisters. They’d abandoned her to go shag some bloody idiot from the stormlands university, and thus left her alone to fend for herself in a room full of other politicians and rich snobs. While normally that was par for the course of her career, but usually, she didn’t allow that career to reach into parties she attended. However with the guest list here, it wasn’t exactly an option to abstain and get drunk. Nym turned around and nearly jumped to find someone standing all too close to her. “How may I help you today?” She purred. “I’m sorry. It seems I may have had a bit too much to drink. You simply must remind me of your name.”