Young Falcon

[valeheir]

Inspired by the lack of inspiration that had been Cersei Lannister’s gathering, the Young Falcon had been struck with an idea. In truth he had enjoyed the other evening well enough, if only because he knew how to turn a bad night into a good one. But a determination had filled him to provide a good night for everyone and looking around the room at his handiwork, he was almost certain that he had achieved his aim. Dressed from head to toe in blue so that he would be easily recognisable as host, he had been making his way around the room ensuring that everyone was having the best of time - one that they would talk about for years to come.

( perhaps if he were being honest he could admit that he had not only chosen the blue to be more easily spotted but perhaps to remind everyone of his ties to House Arryn and the position that he might one day hold )

Laughter poured out of him as one guest took to a table to serenade the room, turning to whoever was nearest him to share his enjoyment of it all. “Now this is a party, even if I do say so myself.” There was still an air of confidence behind his words that erred on the side of cockiness but he felt if it was justified at anytime then tonight was the night. Mostly though he had meant it in jest, anything to bring a smile to someone’s lips. Noting their empty hands, he motioned towards where they were all being served intent on steering them towards the alcohol. “Come, let’s get you another drink.”

[schmidtsburg]

[valeheir]

@armouredrose

[ofnymeros]

[valeheir]

ofnymeros‌:

“ BE  H O N E S T . 

            are you as surprised as i am that i’m the only one here  B E H A V I N G  myself? ”

happy birthday! ( harry hardyng | @valeheir )

[valeheir]

O L E N N A   T Y R E L L :

king’s landing was an abhorrent little place, where uninteresting imbeciles deluded themselves into thinking they were interesting, and a city of people with functioning noses pretended like they couldn’t smell the shit every minute of every waking day. what was worse was how they all prided themselves of being delinquent wretches with little morals to their name, but every time olenna visited, she was disappointed to find they were thoroughly inadequate and lacking imagination. 

but she was a tyrell through and through; and there was a reason every gold rose had its thorns. so the queen of thorns had accompanied her granddaughter to cersei lannister’s tawdry little attempt at making herself seem less like the washed up former queen she was, and even managed to keep herself from smacking some dull lord of wherever with however many daughters with the business end of her cane. 

“ oh, do try to be less boring, ” olenna interrupted gladly, fixing a deadpan gaze upon the person standing by her. “ i would suggest finding an ending to that story before you tell it to anyone else. ”

For all he might have liked things to be a bit more lively and with a few less inhibitions, there was no denying that he was still in his element. There was nothing he liked better than entertaining, finding himself the centre of attention and regaling anyone who would listen with tall tales of his exploits. Cersei Lannister had provided him with the perfect opportunity to showcase his ease with interactions and at no point had he wasted it, constantly surrounded by others who wanted something a little more interesting than the almost maudlin Rains of Castamere.

Having finally detached himself from one particular group who seemed reluctant to let him go, the young heir set out in search of another drink, coming in close proximity to an interaction that caught his attention. As he watched the embarrassed lord scurry off to lick his wounds, he made his way over to the Queen of Thorns full of confidence and completely intimidated by her reputation. Grin spread over handsome features as he bowed his head in greeting. “Lady Olenna, I thought it was your dulcet tones I heard.” 

Straightening up, he squared his shoulders slightly while his grin remained on his features. “If you are in need of a good tale then I can assure you I have plenty.” Leaning in somewhat as though he was sharing a secret, cocky words left his lips with an easy smile. “I will not claim to be the best but I can promise that I will be better.”

[valeheir]

[valeheir]

M E R E D Y T H   C A F F E R E N :

Meredyth could sense something coming over the man before her. Emotions and tensions were high since the attacks, however, so she figured it had to have been the weight of it all bearing down. Of course, her comment didn’t help much either, she was sure. She was truly a kind person, and meant nothing by it. She was exhausted, up late with worry and fear. Sleep did not come easily to her anymore. She may not be able to do much, but emotionally she was quite spent. A drink right now would certainly be called for.

The young woman nodded her head, averting her eyes a moment. She wondered what this might look like, as platonic as it was. But she felt she owed it to herself to at least prove to him she wasn’t as small-minded as her comments. Perhaps they might even become friends after this. After all, she didn’t have much opportunity to meet anyone outside of the Stormlands. Between her mother and her brother, she almost felt like a captive in her own home sometimes.

“That would be nice, thank you. I’m sure after the events of late we could both use a drink.” She admitted, letting out a soft sigh as she grabbed one of the cups, observing each bottle. “I’m honestly not sure what is what.” She admitted, giving a small laugh, and shrugging her shoulders slightly. “Any recommendations?”

Something close to relief ran through him when she agreed to sit with him. Perhaps he was not such a sorry state after all. Almost solemn nod was given to her in response to her statement. “I would say that everyone could.” He might have spent year upon year of his life being self absorbed but he was not entirely blind to the world around him, only mostly. And so despite always being wrapped up in his own need and wants, he knew he was far from the only person to have taken the events so hard. Stress was clear on almost everyone’s features and he knew exhaustion was rife in their ranks, a drink would solve nothing but perhaps soothe some of it.

Grin sparked up on his features, unforced and genuinely bright. “If it is recommendations you are after then you have come to the right man.” Perhaps he should not have taken such pride in his knowledge of alcohol but at that moment in time he was not sure what else he could pride himself on. He had had his moment of clarity and he might start making decisions more shrewdly in the feature but at that moment he was more than happy to take up his usual role of entertainer. 

Smooth but excited words flowed easily from his lips, glad to have a familiar situation facing him once more. He had spent so much of his time outside of The Vale feeling out of his depth also but this, this was something he knew perhaps better than anyone. “What would you say you preferred, strength or taste? Sweet or something a little more bitter? Rough or so smooth you forget you are drinking it?”

[valeheir]

A R Y A   S T A R K :

It should be surprising to no one that Arya couldn’t stand any more time being cooped up. The dagger was in her boot, Needle was on her belt, and her bow was slung over her arm with a quiver full of arrows. There were few among the Northerners that could boast themselves a better scout than she was, and that was what finally forced Robb to relent and let her join in on the search for the missing parties. Well, that, and she had agreed to let Grey Wind accompany her. She’d already searched around the Stark camp, and had moved down the road a ways into the next crop of tents.

Prowling would not be the word that she would use to describe what she was doing, but by the surprised look on the man’s face, Arya realized that she must have been moving more quietly than she realized. She hadn’t expected to see anyone this far away from camp, and by the sight of the bottles near him, he was in quite a state. It dawned on her that she recognized his face. He’d been the one that saw her bathing in the river while she was still a Baratheon captive. A bright crimson crawled across her face. Part of her wanted to cover herself, despite being fully dressed. 

It seemed that he was now in a far less jovial mood. Someone must have been taken from him. “Why? You got some kind of answers I’m not seeking?” She asked, taking a step closer. A bottle of wine drew her attention, and Arya considered picking one up for a second before thinking better of it. Probably best not to be wandering the woods drunk while there were people going around kidnapping others. Arya did not want to be in that situation again. Her hand reached out and pet Grey Wind to casually calm the wolf. “Who’d they take?”

Smiles had never been something slow to spark upon his features, him always finding such enjoyment in life that he saw it needless to hide his appreciation over it all. This time though the one that finds its way onto his lips is devoid of any warmth, only a chilly bitterness instead. It’s not aimed at her, not really. The only anger he has is at himself and the world, both white hot and corrosive but in regards to the young woman who had joined him, he felt quite detached. Nothing really. A huge contrast to their first meeting when he had been full of nothing but amusement, he now found himself having to take a swig from the bottle to even contemplate any sort of levity.

“There seems to be a running trend that the answer to that would be no.” For all the words were not too dissimilar to his usual jests, they were missing all their usual humour. “I don’t have any answers.” Maybe it was too self pitying of him to lose himself in maudlin thoughts when he had emerge from it all unscathed. He had been lucky, hadn’t he? But there had always been a streak of selfishness running through him, only encouraged by those who pandered to him when he was growing up. “Ale, however, had helped me on many occasions.”

Her question was one that he supposed he should be grateful for when he supposed he barely deserved any kind of concern from her after his amusement at his expense. Instead though it only pointed out the ridiculousness of his answer that he could not say that he truly knew Talla. He wasn’t so much saddened by her loss as by the newfound feeling of guilt he had to contend with.  “No one close to me. I barely know her. Somehow that feels worse.” After another gulp of ale his attention shifted to her when it seemed only fair that he return the question. “And you?”

[valeheir]

M A R O N   G R E Y J O Y :

“When have I ever sought after you for fucking answers, Hardyng.” Maron snickered, dropping his axe onto the grassy ground and taking his usual place opposite Harry with drink between them. Their ritual of friendship had been born over a decade ago in some dingy pub in the Vale that Maron was definitely not supposed to be in, and that Harry already lorded over like he was it’s king. They had hit it off instantly, two boys born to far too much responsibility and far too much freedom to be anything other than arrogant, hedonistic creatures with a penchant for ale. 

The fondness he had for the heir to the Vale had never once faded, though the last time they had seen each other had been just before the Rebellion had rendered Maron half dead and without and elder brother to rely on to do all the hard work that came with being the son of a Lord Paramount. Responsibility had come unwelcome to him, but he owed it to his people to make the best of it - when the alternative was Euron, or, Drowned God forbid, his Stark-reared brother, it had been a choice with only one possible outcome. 

Lord Reaper he might be, but that did not change the fact that he enjoyed his old habits. It was not on tonight’s agenda to get absolutely roaring drunk with Harry, but when he’d seem him sitting alone surrounded by glass bottles, he took it to be some kind omen from his god that this was what he should be doing with his evening. Better this than fronting the complaints of his captains, or disturbing Jeyne while she was tending to those who had come out worse for wear after the attack. 

“Plenty, is there?” Maron said, taking a liberal swig of ale from a bottle, and casting his eyes over the sheer volume of liquor Harry had. “Looks like only enough for the two of us, if you ask me.” 

Smirk sparked up onto handsome features however it lacked all of the usual penchant for mischief that it betrayed. Instead it was humourless, utterly devoid of anything remotely bright except a bitter irony that his uselessness was pointed out again. “Never and it would seem quite rightly so.” His friend didn’t deserve the vitriol in his tone, not when it was himself that the burning anger was aimed at, and as such the flicker of an apologetic smile was sent the Ironborn’s way. Their bond was such that he hoped he would not have to voice it.

The two of them had plenty shared memories, in fact a great deal of the stories that he loved to regale people with had happened with Maron by his side. Perhaps they had been foolish to indulge each other’s hedonism for so long but he had a policy of never saying no, especially not when giving a positive reply usually ended in the best of nights. Such days were most likely behind then now when his friend had assumed the position he had been born for and found himself a betrothal to match. 

          ( Perhaps he should have been doing the same for himself instead of feeling                  increasingly disappointed that his life would no longer remain as                                          carefree as he wished it ) 

It was far too much for him to start considering all at once when he was too busy losing himself in self pity and so he decided that he would instead choose to shove all of his internal conflict aside and try to enjoy the evening with his friend. “Then I suppose we won’t be sharing.” The grin that sparked up spoke far more of trouble this time as he took a healthy drink from his own bottle. “Just like old times.” Absentmindedly he knew that he should maybe have asked his friend if anyone had been taken but he couldn’t bear to bring the mood down. Besides, they had always spoken freely and so he hoped that the other man would simply bring it up himself if he felt the need.

[valeheir]

A R I A N N E   M A R T E L L :

she had learnt early on that boredom was a habit she couldn’t shake: she grew bored of things, of people, of family, of everything. she liked impermanence, she liked her games. she liked thrills that lasted a night and puzzles that didn’t take long to crack. and it was always all too fun to see the surprise on another’s face when they realised the princess of dorne had lost all interest in them. arianne called it her revenge on the gods for being a firstborn martell, but her mother had said that she was exactly her father’s daughter; cruel and cold-blooded like a viper buried beneath the dornish sands. but then again, her mother had run away from sunspear before her youngest was old enough to walk, and left her only daughter to fend for her own birthright. her mother didn’t get a say in anything anymore. but while highgarden was only tediously quiet, the road was boring to a fault - and all she was in search of was a worthy distraction. 

loping indolently through the camps, her guards trailing behind on strict orders from her father even if they knew the only trouble she could ever face would be of her own making, arianne smirked as she saw a familiar face enter her vision - a face that was, perhaps, worth even more trouble than she was. “ lord hardyng, ” the princess greeted, as courteous as she could be. back in the reach, they had shared a playful moment that had turned into a playful few hours, but she hadn’t really thought to hear from him again. that was the thing with firstborn sons - they were harmless and fun and the memory made her smile grow wider. “ you’re looking far more energetic than last i saw you. ”

For someone who got bored almost as easily as he drew breath, the ever changing nature of being on the road suited him. He might have been a man who liked his comforts and revelled in any luxury that he could get but he also liked to be entertained and that was something that had been severely lacking in his life. Even though he knew it was hardly the Tyrells’ fault, he could not help but still hold some bitterness over the fact that the wedding had been such a disaster and his disappointment still smarted that it hadn’t been everything he had hoped it would. Still, it hadn’t been entirely awful and there had been one or two bright spots in it, something he was reminded of as he a familiar figure making their way over to him.

Playful grin sprung over handsome features with ease, remembering just how familiar the two of them had gotten. “Princess. I am honoured you saw fit to grace me with your presence.” There was still a heavy respect in his tone as he returned her greeting, head bowing as he did. “What can I say? It’s all this fresh air - it suits me.” Light chuckle left his lips as he turned his body slightly as though he was showing off the affects of their new environment. “And you look even more radiant. A feat I did not think would be possible and yet you are proving me wrong once again.”

[valeheir]

M E R E D Y T H   C A F F E R E N :

All her life she had felt like a sheltered little lamb, the youngest child of the late Lord Cafferen, who had died so terribly during Robert’s rebellion. It almost seemed a constant reminder of the tragedy her family faced anytime she tried to have a shred of childhood. She could hear her mothers screams as she climbed a tree, her tears at night as she mourned her husband and wondered how she could care for three children on her own. These things echoed in her mind over and over.

Now when tragedy struck, the sheltered lamb shut down yet again, wondering what she could do to help, where she could find answers. She was no savior, however. She was the one who needed saving. Always the damsel, always the lost lamb who depended on the shepherds to herd her home. It was tiring, the feeling of uselessness and weakness tended to weigh on her, especially in these times. And so she prayed for their safe returns, and did what she knew best. She dove into a book.

Perhaps she wondered off a bit too much as her doe eyes scanned the pages of her latest novel. She would surely be scolded for it later, but she was too into her own head to care at the moment. When suddenly she realized she had stumbled upon another. A man she recognized, but who’s name escaped her for the moment. “Oh. Apologies my Lord.” Meredyth began, her airy voice a tad exasperated from surprise of running into him. “I wasn’t aware of where I was going.” She added, then looked at the the bottles he had out. “Did you intend to drink all this yourself?” She questioned, then realized her offense. “I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”

Shame was a new feeling for him too - the attack truly had opened his eyes to the entire spectrum of human emotion - and yet he felt it settling over him now. His entire life had been lived without shame, never once regretting a single consequence or felt even the slightest bit of embarrassment from his antics. Instead he had simply laughed it off or charmed his way out of it but that felt rather hard to do when guilt settled in that he should be doing more and not simply attempting to drown his sorrows.

Part of him was aware that perhaps she had meant nothing by her words, a simple observation, but it was his own subconscious taking control of the words and making him hear them over and over again as some sort of accusatory mantra. It unsettled him enough that he was quick to push the thoughts away, instead shaking his head at her apology. “I have no claim to this spot so you have no need to apologise.”

Deciding that shame was not a good look on him, he tried for his usual ways instead and forced a grin to spread over handsome features. “That depends, my lady, whether you would care to join me or not.” If there was one thing he knew how to do still it was charm women and even if he had his eyes set elsewhere he saw no harm in indulging in the company that could provide him with the distraction that he was craving. “As I said, there is plenty to go around and it would be such a shame to see it go to waste. Won’t you join me for a short while?”

[valeheir]

R E N L Y   B A R A T H E O N :

he heard harry before the man appeared in his tent, a tired laugh stirring inside him somewhere but renly barely had the energy to exhale it. mere hours ago, he had demanded that he not be disturbed - but the silence was all too deafening and his own thoughts had threatened to throw him under. it was almost like being keelhauled again and again, ripping apart whenever more news came and none of it good. a tiny voice inside his head told him that maybe this was somehow stannis - that maybe this was his brother enacting the revenge he always said he would. but he knew better, and he knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

renly nodded in response, lost for words. “ it was my fault, ” he said in lieu of anything else, hands gripped around a glass of wine. but he hadn’t been able to take a sip - he hadn’t been able to keep anything down. but dressed in one of those shirts loras had gotten him, the ones with roses sewn into them, he felt just a little more calm than he wanted to be. “ he stopped fighting to keep me safe -  ” a humourless laugh bubbled from him, and he downed his drink in a single go. “ and he deserved better than that. ” than me, but renly held his tongue. 

frowning, he sat up straighter. perhaps there had been news of the targaryens, but he hadn’t been privy to it. “ are you alright, harry? ” renly scanned him for any obvious injuries, for any hint of distress or grief. they were old friends - from wayward youths to responsibility, harry had always been there. and despite his own recent sins, the stormlord was glad to not be alone. “ is daenerys alright? weren’t you supping with her this evening? ” the day had already stretched too long for his liking. 

Further steps were taken into the tent before he allowed himself to collapse into the chair opposite his friend. Usually he would have forced himself to keep up the bravado that had woven its way into his very bones, unwilling to lose face or that glimmer that being the shining heir left him with. But for once all of the confidence drained out of him when he has to face up to the fact that he simply wasn’t good enough. Who would have thought the quickest way to burst his over-inflated ego would be to simply have him fail?

Tact had never been his strong suit when he generally had enough charm to talk his way out of any situation he caused himself. This time however he found himself pausing instead of giving Renly an answer straight away when he knew just how deep the bond ran between stag and rose. Perhaps for the first time in their friendship he was thinking before he spoke. Hand reached up to help himself to the wine, taking a healthy ( or rather unhealthy when he wanted some form of oblivion ) gulp of it before he answered. “And he will get better than that. Say the word and we’ll go after him tonight. Right now.”

Rare logic told him that rashness was not the answer this time or perhaps it never had been but he had lived by acting before thinking and had yet to truly regret it. “Fine. Nothing is wounded but my pride - though it stings more than any flesh wound ever could.” Now it was is turn to let a humourless laugh escape his lips, a hollow sound that seemed incredibly out of place. “She is but at the expense of the Tarly girl. I should have done more.”

[valeheir]

His entire life he had been lauded as something special. Someone special. The shining heir of The Vale even after Jon Arryn had his son. Years had been spent basking in a glory that he’d never truly earned past winning a few tourneys and admiration given for nothing more than the odd charming word or a flash of his handsome smile. He had been up on a pedestal and while he had always loved to feel as though he was above everyone, in recent weeks he had only felt as though he was in a precarious position with such a long way to fall. Inadequacy was an entirely new emotion for him but no matter how he turned the attack, whichever angle he looked at it from, it seemed as though he would not deny that he had failed. In his haste to protect Daenerys it had been Talla who had suffered from his decision. 

Despite knowing that he wanted to do something - to perhaps even help somehow - he had no idea how to go about it. There was no stronghold of Vale men aside from the few who had travelled with him and his pride still prevented him from asking some other King or Lord Paramount how he could be of assistance. For all things had taken a new perspective for him, he was still to find the humility within him to do what he considered lower himself. 

If he was to be any kind of Lord or even ruler of The Vale should he not be the one with the solutions and not only questions?

Instead of being proactive he had taken what he deemed the far more enticing ( and far more easy ) route of nursing his woes with as much liquor as he could find. He perhaps could have shut himself away in his tent but instead he had found a spot somewhat away from the rest of the camp so it surprised him when he heard footsteps approaching. “If you are here for information I can assure you that I will know no more than you.” Lazily he motioned to the bottles that he had nearby. “But there is plenty wine and ale to go around if those aren’t the kind of answers you are seeking.”

[valeheir]

The entire camp seemed to be in a frenzy after the attack and he could not find it in himself to blame anyone for their reaction. Usually he found it so easy to think himself above others, a smug self confidence that had come from never once being challenged. Except now he knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were all equals here. It had not mattered that he was the man that The Vale seemed to laud when the swords were drawn and chaos had ensued. They were all rendered one and the same, all that the mercy of Ironborn blades.

For a time afterwards he had not know what to do nor who to help ( if he was even capable of such a thing when he had never been one to put others first ) and he simply wandered around waiting for someone who looked like they needed his assistance. No such calls were given and instead he was left to only overhear hushed voices and whispers. If he was unused to inadequacy he was even more unused to being ignored.

One particular whisper caught his attention over the rest and without hesitation he turned on his heel and made his way to where he knew the Baratheons were camped. A rare purposeful stride overtook his usual languid gaze, perhaps for once in his life finally appearing as a man who was capable of leading instead of a boy who would rather play his life away. Question was barked at the nearest soldier before he was directed to where his friend would be. Approaching Renly with a seriousness that had barely touched his features, voice low as he spoke. “I heard the news. If there’s anything I can do.”

@ofstormlands​

[valeheir]

aphrodite.

laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

apollo.  

glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath,shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account

ares.  

armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

artemis.  

keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling

athena.

discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic,loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors,  hair done up, can kill you with their brain,  heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes

demeter.  

soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air

dionysus.  

drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions,  receiving a standing ovation,  rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses,  masquerade balls,  rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause

hephaestus.  

the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles

hera.

resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold

hermes.  

devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

poseidon.

storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore,stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow

zeus.

thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch

[valeheir]

Perhaps his most natural element was when he had all eyes on him, thriving from the attention and rising to the challenge of entertaining those who had gazes fixed on him. It was all too easy for him to covet adoration when he had spent so much life having it heaped upon him with him having done very little to earn it. The heir found that his current company was somewhat different though, for all he still wanted to impress he wanted it to be done the right way and so for a good portion of the evening he had taken part in an enjoyable back and forth. 

Inevitably though as the wine had found its way to his head, the temptation to steal the show had become too much and he had begun to regal his three companions with one of his least scandalous tales from his youth. As his story drew to a near close, having already gone into detail about how they had spent three days hunting high and low for a friend’s stolen horse, he paused for dramatic effect. Taking a bite more from his food, he bought himself some more time before he delivered the last line, easy smile on his lips. “And that was when we realised that it wasn’t his horse at all.”

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[valeheir]

A R Y A   S T A R K :

The cool water was a relief against the Southern summer heat. It didn’t matter how long Arya lived away from the North, she would never adjust to the temperatures. She felt as though she was in a constant battle not to melt under her clothes. Guyard was certainly hiding amongst the bushes somewhere. In the brief time the knight had been her guard, Arya had learned he was a decent sort of man. She actually held very little ill will against him, and she trusted him to keep a fair distance away while she went into the water to swim and wash. She would have preferred to have Gendry watch out for her or Robb or Jon. She knew that she could trust them implicitly, but if she were to be stuck with anyone, Renly’s chosen guard was not the worst man in the world. 

As the falling water saturated her hair, Arya ran her fingers through the mess of locks to clear it of debris and the like. She’d considered cutting it for days now. The sound of a branch cracking somewhere behind her cause Arya to start. She whipped her head around in the direction of the noise to see a man standing entirely too close for her comfort. Quickly, she fell down into the water with a splash in a futile attempt to cover herself to the best of her ability. “What in Seven Hells do you think you’re doing?!” Her voice was terse, but panicked. 

Being on the road was by far the most exciting part of his trip south so far. Highgarden had disappointed him for many reasons and aside from a few more intriguing encounters, the would be heir had found it difficult to keep a sullen expression off handsome features. Once they had all started moving toward Dragonstone though he had found his move lifting, buoyed by the raucous energy the men seemed fuelled by as they travelled. He happily soaked up the riotous atmosphere when it only added fire to his already reckless streak. After a day of riding he for once passed on the opportunity to have a drink ( or at the very least delayed it ) instead favouring the chance to visit the waterfall that seemed to be causing a stir among the camps. As he approached the sound of running water her began to remove layers, only once he had removed his shirt did he realise that he was not the first to arrive at the spot.

For all he was never short of a warm body in his bed none of them had ever been there unless they wanted to be. He might have been far more prone to hedonism than decency but he wasn’t entirely devoid of morals and consent would always be of great importance to him. As such as soon as realisation dawned on him of what he had witnessed his back was turned on the woman, even if he couldn’t keep the mirth out of his tone as he replied. “It was not my intention to do anything, my lady. At least not to you.” Words fell out simply, accompanied by a shrug of broad shoulders. “I simply came to enjoy the water and wash some grime from me.” The explanation was reasonable enough but he showed no regard for propriety when the next words slipped from his lips, accompanied by a smirk the woman would not see. “I take it you don’t want any company.”

[valeheir]

G E N D R Y   W A T E R S :

There was an array of flashing colors that belonged to different houses, and Gendry had only heard whispers of what had happened. When some Baratheon men returned in haste, his mind was already probed at possible and reasonable explanations. As a man who was being held by the Baratheons, he did not expect to be told much and was not surprised when they left. He was only frustrated when he realized they had left with Arya. What were they going to do with her in Highgarden and why did they bring in her in the first place? For many days after, Gendry mulled heavily over the severity of the situation, knowing that distance had separated them before for a couple of years but now she was in a different place, somewhere his mind could not go to. Days, weeks, months continued without a return and only ravens with minimum words and not words for him to read. He continued on his work, sweating over the light flames and his frustrations were only encouraged onto the various indention on the work. His jabs to the guards were answered with expected punishments, and any questions about where the other men, and more important, Arya, were met with more punishments and no answers.

Gendry was conducted to stay silent and bare no words to anyone so it was a stark surprise when he was asked to help with the guests’ taxing journey. There were many people with many things and Gendry would much rather be back hunched over making trinkets for the Baratheon garrison than using his physical effort for helping others. If it meant getting rid of Stannis and therefore the binds to the Baratheons, he would do so more than out of obligation. He knew better to run and better not to run without Arya at least. With all things considered, this many people against one man should only result in freedom for himself ultimately.

There was one wagon stumbling over the side of the road and Gendry watched from the side before being pushed forward to help. He was used to doing civilian labor like this when guests would come to King’s Landing, but the taste of tension and imprisonment was bitter to him. After being shoved forward, Gendry inhaled through gritted teeth and approached the wagon, helping with a few other men assisting him. “Did you have to bring all the gold from Highgarden with you?” Gendry emitted through a heavy exhale, his muscles tensing as the wheel finally found its way back on the road properly. “I thought when someone traveled they were meant to travel light. Lighter.”

There seemed little point even beginning to deny that his trip to Highgarden had been far from what he had expected. Even if he had not lost someone from all the visits that The Stranger had made, the more selfish and hedonistic part of him could not help but mourn the celebration that could have been. The peace talks had not even served to redeem the whole thing to him when he still had little interest in politics beyond what served him. Of course, some little voice in the back of his mind told him that the talks would have been of use to him had he had the impetus to rub shoulders with the right people. But instead he had spent his time moping and pouting that he had not been granted the opportunity for indulgence. Perhaps this new pursuit of Stannis Baratheon might provide him with a better chance of showcasing his worth and potential as a leader of The Vale. After all, he was far more of a swordsman than he had ever been a politician. It was perhaps wrong of him to crave some kind of battle or at the very least skirmish but he had always struggled to keep the greater good in mind ahead of his own gain.

He found travelling rather tiresome mentally if not physically and so when it was suggested by one of his men that they stopped to eat. It seemed undeniable that they were the loudest and most boisterous party until a commotion broke out nearby. Pausing in the middle of his meal, the Young Falcon took in the situation that was unfolding not too far away from him, expression one of mild amusement. Leaning back leisurely in his makeshift chair, broad shoulders rolled languidly into a shrug. “I had to make the journey somewhat worth my while.” The carriage was not his but he had never been one to resist a moment of fun and whatever sorry soul had wound up attempting to push it had given him the perfect opportunity. 

Smirk still tugged at handsome features, unsympathetic to the work that the other man had had to do even if he was somewhat impressed by the show of strength. “I would have offered to help but you seemed to have it all under control.” After taking a large drink from his ale, he could not resist having just a little more fun, even if it might have been at someone else’s expense. “Ah but if we did you would be without the opportunity to showcase your skill.”