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vencmovs ....dependent multimuse blog affiliated with westeroslive, muses written by lexa (24, est)
lady allaria greyjoy, 27, lady of pyke, intro & threads
lord hendrick allyrion, 26, lord of godsgrace, intro & threads
lord myles lannister, 25, lord of casterly rock, intro & threads
"I can walk." She confirms with a sharp nod. She is thankful for it, though she does admit she can only think it some divine retribution for some of her less savoury thoughts. Struck down, a forced helplessness that made her rely on others for far too long. Wounded pride, more than anything else. She gives a half-smile as Allaria speaks of the boy. Circumstance of birth be damned, she did not care. She wondered if he had his mother's reckless nature, or her smile. She wondered a great deal about him. "Good. I hadn't known if such news... Would be broadcast, should something have happened." What would she have done, if it had? Dropped everything, including held anger, to return to the shores of her home and... What? Render comfort? Would such have even been accepted? It was a null point, seeing as he was fine, but a consideration all the same. "He'd be getting big, wouldn't he? And if I know his mother, fearless as anything." She cannot bring herself to apologise, still feeling righteous in the cause of their fracture. And yet, she wants nothing more than the comfort of the old friendship they had once had. In the privacy of the sept, no curious eyes, she finds she can balance the two.
"thank the gods" the words escaped her lips without a second thought, the relief of knowing her former friend was not as badly hurt as she had supposed pushed her instincts to thank gods she did not believe in, and perhaps mentally thank the one she did somewhat believe in. gysella's knowledge of her son was due to their shared time at pyke, had it not been for that and had she known everything would go down as it did, she wouldn't have introduced aeron so easily. she was afraid of what may happen to herself, but most importantly, what would happen to him if the word were to get out. it is the other's dignity in keeping her secret that makes her still fond of her. "he's fearless, sure is. obsessed with his wooden swords and all the stories of the seas and battles that he's heard" a small smile forms at the thought of her growing son. the blonde bites the inside of her cheek, her words almost a whisper "he used to ask about you and where you went, i suppose i wasn't the only one affected by your departure"
"How is it that our paths always cross when there are horses and ale included, I wonder?" Martyn approached his friend, clasping a hand on his shoulder as he smiled. There was a grunt of agreement escaping him as he stepped over to the table, never turning down an opportunity to drink with a friend. "We should perhaps go for another ride soon, one where we may actually remember the path we take, don't you think?" He said before grabbing the tankard to take a long sip or two, the bitter taste going down easier in the summer heat of the Reach.
"perhaps, that's our destined path. chosen for us by the gods themselves" he spouts, a loud laughter escaping his lips after. the fellow lord was one of his closest friends and allies, another of his lads who enjoyed drinking, riding, and singing with him. hendrick took another long sip of his tankard, enjoying the taste of ale "if we do plan to go on a ride, i do not believe we should continue to drink this" he raises his brow, setting down the almost empty tankard on the wooden table.
After being told that he needed to get more sun, Desmond took the advice and decided to take a walk through the gardens. It was early in the morning so he hoped that he would not come across that many people. Although, he probably came across the one person he did not wish to see ever again. Certainly, their betrothal had been a political one, but what she had done left more marks on him than he would ever care to admit. "I was not. Why would I want to do that?" He spoke, voice stoic as he looked at the woman. "If I wanted to, you wouldn't even have noticed my presence."
allaria cussed under her breath, of course, the person she turned to face was the last person she ever wanted to see. she managed to control herself from speaking without thinking twice, knowing that her tongue would be her undoing if she were to make a mistake now. "it was just a jest, my lord" she spoke, eyes looking away for a second before setting on the other back again "i have a talent for noticing people's presence even if they walk ever so subtly, so i doubt i wouldn't have noticed"
Desmond had made his way to the stables, he had been told that Highgarden had a selection of beautiful horses and he wanted to witness them for himself. He also wanted to take the opportunity to check on his own horse, that was staying in the stables after his arrival. When he noticed who was standing there, Desmond let out a huff, walking past the other towards his own horse. "I do not wish to bother you and your time with the horse." He said as he caressed his horse's neck, still not looking at the other.
hendrick furrowed his brows in confusion, the lord of godsgrace still not used to people not fawning over him or enjoying his friendly nature. he takes a sip of his tankard, looking at the other over his shoulder "you're not bothering me at all, i enjoy the company of a fellow horse enthusiast" he puts down the tankard, hand patting the horse before him "marvelous creatures, are they not? what's the name of yours?"
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myles rests his back against the rock wall, sheathing his sword before his left hand runs through the sweaty hair on his forehead, brushing it back. he'd been training the entire morning and was exhausted, perhaps it was finally time to call it a day. whenever he found himself with nothing to do, he'd go to the training grounds and spend his time doing something productive at least. at the sight of a familiar face, he sighs "i've been training for the entire morning, i'm famished. how have you been?"
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hendrick ran his hand through the horse's hair, the mare was a true wonder. perhaps, not as precious as the ones he had back home in godsgrace, but good enough. he often preferred the company of horses in the stable rather than people, he reached for the tankard of ale he placed on the wooden table, taking a sip before he notices the other "i didn't expect anyone else to be here, but you're welcome to the drink from the other tankard if you wish to accompany me and horsey here"
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allaria reached out for the carnations in the bushes along the trail, snapping them off them before she smelled their sweet scent. perhaps, she could bring some of the flowers back to her chambers and lighten the dark room up. the sound of steps behind her takes her out of her new train of thought, turning around swiftly, the blonde looks at the other "were you trying to sneak up on me and scare me? you're going to need to try harder than that if you were"
𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 ; @ anyone !! ⟳ 𝙰𝙲𝚃 𝙸𝙸 ; beneath the shade of one of the weirwood trees that make up the three singers . feel free to assume a previous connection .
slender digits trailed through the crystal waters , small ripples gliding over the otherwise still pool . drawn towards the nape of slender neck , droplets caress ivory spine the flesh prickling along its cooling path . lilac orbs close to the glimpses of light peaking through the dense canopy of crimson foliage ; fatigue creeps upon her with unappreciated swiftness these days , though sharpened senses have not abandoned her completely . ❛ were you not schooled upon the rudeness of sneakery ? ❜ sculptured brow arches , one eye peaking at the intruder . ❛ you are fortunate i am born to the branch without white cloaks . but now you are here , you might as well keep me company . ❜
hendrick allyrion was not a man who believed in gods much, but he'd be lying to himself if he said that the scene of the weirwood trees above the prominent pool was not at least interesting to him. he eyed the other closely, steps soft as he made his way closer. perhaps, he could scare them and get a laugh out of it, but before he could, he had been discovered. with a playful roll of his eyes, he chuckles "i believe there can be elegance in sneakery too" he flashes the other a smile "i'd be delighted to keep you company, my lady. may i ask why are you here? were you praying to the old gods?"
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such beauty in this strange place , a heady and floral air whispers around her head , even from atop the highest tower the lady could find in her exploration of highgarden . milah's eyes trail the mander and imagine the gentle sounds of her footsteps on the grass , following its winding trail to wherever it might lead . such a pretty place which feels untouched by the ugliness of the rest of the world — but what does that mean apart from the promise that terror can yet find its way here , and dirty this delicate beauty as it has time and again . footsteps break her from the thoughts chasing themselves in circles about her head , silver strands swish against her back as she looks to her intruder with an arched brow . “ should i not be up here ? ” she asks , head tilting . “ i am unsure what parts of this keep can or cannot be explored . ”
myles had wondered how much of the view of highgarden he could take in from a higher vantage point. he'd walked around the gardens for a few minutes, but smelling roses and fawning at the gorgeous flowers were not hobbies he was interested in. the youngest lannister had thought that perhaps he'd just take one good look from above ad call it a day, it is when he notices the silver hair that he approaches the lady bolton "i have no idea whether we're allowed to be here or not, but it is not guarded so i can gather we should not worry" he offers a smirk, looking out at the view of the gardens "it looks quite beautiful from up here"
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he feels foolish at times , as though these fine clothes are too large for his limbs despite the sheer length of each leg and arm . kit is used to beautiful things , to the soft brush of silk upon his skin ; but it does feel strangely as though he doesn't belong in his own body , like these muscles , this beard , these experiences do not belong to him but to someone far away , someone older . he stands in the stables , his kind hands brushing tenderly over the mare whinnying before him , a small smile playing on tired lips as he glances over at his companion . “ shall we go for a ride ? it's been a long time since i've felt the wind in my hair . ”
her wandering through highgarden had prompted her to mindlessly walk around until the next big thing showed up in her path. from the gorgeous gardens to the deceitful maze, she'd felt like she had seen it all. that was before she noticed the big stable before her in a distant land, the blonde walks in, admiring the horses of the noble family. she could admit they were marvelous animals, even though she wasn't one to care much for horsekeeping. the voice of the other brings her out of her thoughts "why is that? you don't seem like the type to not ride for long" she looks down at her dress before looking back up to him "i want to say i'd accept, but i'm not sure it is a good idea"
open starter ft. jessamine hightower // accepting replies location — Highgarden, the Southern gate overlooking the Roseroad; the hour — nearing sunset.
Jess leaned on the keep's outermost ring wall, one boot pressed against the white stone. While her hands maneuvered a slanted dagger to peel away the skin of an apple, her eyes were fixed on the Roseroad's southernmost stretch. Oldtown and the High Tower stood at the end of that road. Close enough to touch, it felt. This was the nearest she'd come to home in years, and it left a sour taste in her mouth. Eyes flickered over to the person crossing the gate, passing her by. "Heading out, my liege?" She could tell they were not --- not for any serious travel, anyway. But reason was not enough to hold back her remark, leisurely in tone but marked with a faint, caustic stain of resentment. "Take care not to stray too far on this one, you might find yourself in all sorts of putrid bogs."
allaria recognizes the voice of her former hired knight, her protector for those few months after aeron's arrival in which she worried for the safety of them both. the blonde give her old friend a smile, turning to face her as she rests her shoulder against the wall "any suggestions for something fun to do around here?" the blonde asked, eyes looking down the dirt road that was sure to be a long journey to a town that was no more entertaining than what was inside the castle "i have grown tired of spending time inside, there's not much to do and yes, i have already explored the maze"
none of them should be in these circumstances. a thought he told himself born solely from being called to highgarden when grief was still fresh and not lingering discontent of the she-dragon sitting the throne and all but one of her kin ( if crown couldn't defend from southern dangers then what was the purpose of dragon overlords? ) ❝ i'm glad to hear that. ❞ suffering not wished upon others no matter how it'd colored his months. ❝ it's far too warm for my tastes, and the pollen is near suffocating. ❞
the somber environment around highgarden was hard to pass for granted, she'd seen many who seemed to dwell on the loss of loved ones or dwell on the circumstances of that day. allaria couldn't blame them, she was sure that if she were to see a dragon nearby she was likely to have a fit of some kind, too. "i believe you're the second person i've spoken to around here who complains about the pollen" she chukles, giving a small shrug "the one thing highgarden is known for causes you pain, it is quite ironic. we were summoned here and expected to enjoy the flowers, but i doubt very much you're enjoying it"
“ clearly . ” velaryon did not mean her dry words to allaria , rather , the situation itself . what beauty she had found in highgarden quickly overshadowed by the urge to scratch at her eyes , constant clearing of throat , and blur of tears from pollen . “ the maesters here do not understand hay fever . they are used to the constant scents and pollen . ” just as baela would not understand the sickness some got while on the sea , they seemed not understand that not everyone was accustomed to the flowers that grew like weeds .
allaria nodded understandingly, perhaps she was lucky enough to not suffer from the pollen, but she could understand the other's plight. at least for her, life was ironic, she was born a greyjoy and often got seasick. "have you found anything that helps? when i get seasick i've found that a spoon of honey helps, perhaps it could work for your hay fever?" she'd remembered the tip given to her by an old shipwright once and she didn't know whether one remedy to an allergy worked for all, but it didn't seem that it would hurt to try.
She places her arm around his with a soft laugh, the fear that had sent her running less potent, with a conversation as distraction. "I promise, it's nicer than it sounds. They are brief, and gentle." And something she looked forward to, in truth. Here, there seemed to be no relief, even the shadows warmer than home. "Everything. The best part of so many of us coming to Highgarden is learning about places I may never have the chance to see. I cannot say I have ever tried a Dornish plum, but... Well, I do seem to remember parts of a masquerade where I may have had a little too much of a lovely Dornish red."
"i'm sorry, my lady, but i do not believe gentle and winter can go together" hendrick chuckles, turning to his left as they made their way inside the vast highgarden castle. he was trying to get to the kitchens, his favorite place in every castle. "ah, you have tried dornish red! that's one of my favorite dornish things, i am a man of simple tastes. dorne has a lot of colorful fabrics, though, i must warn you that many others find our fashion a bit too risqué" he shrugs, a laugh leaving his lips as he remembers how upright some people could be "what about where you're from? do tell me a bit"
"Luck." Gysella tested the word on her lips. It did not feel correct, like an ill-fitting dress, too tight around some parts and too loose around others. Was it luck, that brought them to where they knelt? She felt like she had clawed her way to her position, fighting and screaming, bloody knuckles and iron will. Like she had fought destiny every step of the way, and turned into something she barely recognised anymore, but next to Allaria, it was like she could almost see that version of herself in the candle smoke. "I am. It was my leg, that gave me the most trouble. I barely feel it, now." A little of an exaggeration, she still could not go distances unaided, and she hadn't even tried to stand aboard a ship. She chewed at her nail for a moment as the silence fell between them, a chasm where love has once resided. She could not fault Allaria for standing with Dalton, he was her brother, but she herself had stood so alone, before walking with head held high into the lion's den. "Aeron. He was unharmed too, yes?" She assumed the younger would not be so calm, if harm had come to him, and yet she had to ask, had to have it confirmed.
a part of her did want to thank the drowned god, or the seven, or whatever entity existed for saving her former friend from a gruesome fate, but another part of her kept these thoughts hidden in a deep pocket of her mind, never to be admitted. "will it heal back to normal? you can walk, right?" the words flow out of her mouth with worry, allaria chews down on her bottom lip to keep herself from asking any more questions. she was afraid to push too far, they were calm now and she preferred it like this. the mention of aeron makes her eyes grow wide, she looks around the room to make sure they're alone. the question touched her heart. gysella had cared about aeron, at least enough to ask about him. the ice surrounding her facade was slowly starting to melt "aeron was unharmed, he's as daring and energetic as ever. i'm thankful he wasn't too afraid of the dragons from that night, i suppose he thinks it was all a bad dream"
family above all else , the lord heir of pyke had the words etched in skin and m e m o r y . the realm may see him as nothing more but crass and malevolent , for the best parts of himself are reserved for and deserved only by his family , found and by blood . as tedious as it was the pacify his worries , finding every excuse he is able to see for himself they are alive and well , he'd rather be deprived of rest and sleep than be devoured by regret later on . he pushes the doors open , and finds before him that grips at his heart . ❝ it will do for now , too many flowers and not enough sea . ❞ hand reaching out to ruffle her hair . his sister , wild and vicious as storm tides , will always be little in his eyes . he crouches down , does to his nephew as he does with his mother . makes him want to have one of his own , perhaps he must tell his wife of it . ❝ they have yet to finish nursing their grief , it will get worse in the days to come , just you wait . ❞ a loving pinch of the cheek follows before the boy pushes his hands away to return to his play . ❝ why don't you let him play outside with the other children ? ❞
the blonde scrunches her nose, a groan leaving her lips as she feels the touch of his hand dishevelling her hair. allaria had always seen her brother as her closest ally, when everyone turned their backs on her, she felt like he was the only one who stood by her side, mistakes and all. "it's not very reassuring to hear that it'll get worse. i suppose people have their doubts on how well the royals can protect us and others may see this as a chance to prove their worth" the lady of pyke had never been one for politics, but reading the room had been something she'd come to learn to do as fo late, mostly as she tried to secure her position in court. brown eyes look down at aeron, a soft smile on her face as she watches the two play. the question erases the smile off her face, a hint of pain and anxiety mixed in her face "i've been told the queen does not wish for him to be seen in public" she gulps at how horrible the words coming from her mouth sound. this wasn't pyke where she was free to take aeron out and run around the shores with him. at court, she was afraid of what may happen to him or herself if they were to make the wrong moves "and we cannot go against her command, can we?" a tint of disdain placates her tone, a show of how much she hated to follow this specific command.
