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[ichorbuilt]

“  sometimes  it  feels  like  the  world  is  crumbling  beneath  my  feet.  ”     /     @steelforged   :   edric  stark  .

          expression  softens  as  her  gaze  settled  on  her  nephew,  a  feeling  she  understood  all  too  well,  and  hand  gently  grasps  at  his  own.     ❝  we  don’t  always  get  the  luxury  of  feeling  grounded,  of  not  having  to  worry  about  what  may  come  next.  but,  ❞     alyse  assured  with  a  small  smile,     ❝  that  does  not  mean  you  have  to  dwell  on  it,  either.  the  world  is  bound  to  crumble  beneath  you,  time  and  time  again,  so  long  as  you  get  back  up  when  it  does.  besides,  it’s  nothing  you’ll  ever  have  to  face  alone,  not  so  long  as  your  sisters  and  i  are  still  around.  ❞     and  she’s  always  possessed  that  nagging  sense  of  wisdom,  would  always  do  her  best  to  care  for  her  nieces  and  nephews.     ❝  now,  is  it  your  nerves  talking,  or  something  else  that  troubles  you  ?  ❞

[ichorbuilt]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

okay so i got like, three books delivered this week, and in anticipation i reread another book that i had, and lads, let me tell ye, it was like quicksand. so now i have a list, some from my head, many from my wonderful friends’ heads, of prompts that basically made us all very soft or very “pleasantly scandalized rich lady from the sixties who just found out a juicy bit of goss about the new neighbor”. i hope ye like them! (DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST. I WILL MAKE A PART TWO. AND THREE. AND FOUR. MANY MANY PARTS. EVENTUALLY. )

[ HAIR ]:          sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. (if the receiver has short hair, then the sender reaches out and gently runs their fingers through their hair to smooth it back.)

[ CLOSE ]:          while standing remarkably close to one another, the sender is unable to stop themselves from running their gaze across the receiver’s body, lingering for a moment on their lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly.

[ THUMB ]:          while cupping the receiver’s cheek in their hand, the sender slowly glides their thumb across their cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

[ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

[ INHALE ]:          while standing in very close quarters to the receiver, the sender shakily inhales with desire/anticipation as they realize how intimately close they are to one another.

[ DANCE ]:          when alone together (e.g. the bedroom, the kitchen, literally anywhere once they’re alone) the sender takes the receiver’s hand, and pulls them into a graceful yet intimate dance as a spontaneous act.

[ BARE ]:          as they get undressed, the sender gently places a soft, tender kiss against the receiver’s bare shoulder.

[ SCAR ]:          noticing a scar on the receiver’s skin, the sender tentatively stops them from covering it up, and rests a gentle, soft kiss over it.

[ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together.

[ PALM ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm.

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

[ BEHIND ]:         upon entering the same room as the receiver, the sender steps behind them, and winds their arms around the receiver’s waist, drawing them close against them.

[ WAIT ]:          realizing the receiver is about to leave the room, the sender hastily reaches out and catches their wrist, preventing them from continuing their departure.

[ ARM ]:          after holding their hand, the sender releases the receiver, but slowly glides their hand up the full length of their arm, lingering on the upper arm, then the shoulder, then resting their touch against the side of their neck.

[ HOLD ]:          while close to the receiver, the sender wordlessly takes a hold of their hand, for no other purpose than to be holding it.

[ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches.

[ GUIDE ]:          in the process of guiding the receiver through a crowded place, the sender’s hand protectively grazes against the small of their back

[ TOUCH ]:          while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.

[ CUP ]:           bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

[ TUG ]:          the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

[ HUSH ]:          while standing close to one another and hiding from pursuers, the sender reaches up and places a finger against the receiver’s lips to prevent them from speaking and revealing their location.

[ichorbuilt]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    (  a  collection  of  100  nonverbal  action  prompts .   mature  and  potentially  triggering  themes  are  present .   add  “ + reverse ”  to  swap  assigned  roles .)

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap . ∗ o4﹕ sender  offers  receiver  an  earbud  to  share  their  music . ∗ o5﹕ sender  comforts  receiver  in  the  aftermath  of  a  nightmare . ∗ o6﹕ sender  gives  receiver  company  in  the  hospital . ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them . ∗ o8﹕ sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night . ∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . ∗ 11﹕ sender  runs  their  fingers  through  receiver’s  hair . ∗ 12﹕ sender  invites  receiver  to  dance . ∗ 13﹕ sender  takes  a  [ picture / video ]  of  receiver . ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 15﹕ sender  and  receiver  make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room . ∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . ∗ 17﹕ sender  and  receiver  cook  together . ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured . ∗ 19﹕ sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap . ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . ∗ 21﹕ sender  overtakes  receiver  in  combat . ∗ 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . ∗ 23﹕ sender  straightens  an  article  of  receiver’s  clothes . ∗ 24﹕ sender  crawls  into  bed  with  receiver . ∗ 25﹕ sender  rolls  their  eyes  at  receiver . ��� 26﹕ sender  lights  receiver’s  [ cigarette / joint ] . ∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes . ∗ 28﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  with  a  pillow . ∗ 29﹕ sender  writes  a  note  on  receiver’s  skin :  [ note ] . ∗ 3o﹕ sender  wraps  a  blanket  around  receiver’s  shoulders . ∗ 31﹕ sender  runs  and  jumps  into  receiver’s  arms . ∗ 32﹕ sender  shoves  receiver  out  of  anger . ∗ 33﹕ sender  hovers  over  receiver’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task . ∗ 34﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be . ∗ 35﹕ sender  curls  up  against  receiver  in  their  sleep . ∗ 36﹕ sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ∗ 37﹕ sender  throws  an  item  of  sentiment  bitterly  at  receiver . ∗ 38﹕ sender  joins  receiver  in  the  shower . ∗ 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver . ∗ 4o﹕ sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  [ scars / bruises ] . ∗ 41﹕ sender  twines  their  fingers  with  receiver’s . ∗ 42﹕ sender  barges  into  receiver’s  home  unannounced . ∗ 43﹕ sender  kicks  receiver’s  shin  beneath  a  table . ∗ 44﹕ sender  aggressively  shoves  past  receiver . ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] . ∗ 46﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . ∗ 47﹕ sender  is  found  sobbing  by  receiver . ∗ 48﹕ sender  locks  receiver  out  of  their  room . ∗ 49﹕ sender  brings  receiver  [ coffee / tea ]  in  the  morning . ∗ 5o﹕ sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . ∗ 51﹕ sender  plays  a  song  for  receiver  that  reminds  them  of  them :  [ song ] . ∗ 52﹕ sender  takes  a  [ punch / stab / bullet ]  meant  for  receiver . ∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . ∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath . ∗ 55﹕ sender  and  receiver  cross  paths  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night . ∗ 56﹕ sender  twists  receiver’s  arm  behind  their  back . ∗ 57﹕ sender  winks  at  receiver . ∗ 58﹕ sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . ∗ 59﹕ sender  prevents  an  injured  receiver  from  getting  up . ∗ 6o﹕ sender  claps  a  hand  over  receiver’s  mouth  to  silence  them . ∗ 61﹕ sender  cages  receiver  against  a  [ wall / the floor ]  with  their  arms . ∗ 62﹕ sender  storms  away  from  receiver  during  an  argument . ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . ∗ 64﹕ sender  [ applies / touches up ]  receiver’s  makeup . ∗ 65﹕ sender  throws  receiver  into  a  wall  during  combat . ∗ 66﹕ sender  dances  sensually  with  receiver . ∗ 67﹕ sender  strikes  receiver  across  the  face . ∗ 68﹕ sender  places  their  hand  on  receiver’s  leg  while  driving . ∗ 69﹕ sender  pulls  a  chair  out  from  under  receiver . ∗ 7o﹕ sender  catches  receiver’s  wrist  when  they  turn  to  leave . ∗ 71﹕ sender  leaves  an  intimate  mark  on  receiver . ∗ 72﹕ sender  beats  receiver  in  a  video  game . ∗ 73﹕ sender  and  receiver  stand  in  stunned  silence  after  a  fight . ∗ 74﹕ sender  cares  for  receiver  while  they’re  sick . ∗ 75﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  on  a  hike . ∗ 76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things . ∗ 77﹕ sender  and  receiver  cuddle  while  watching  television . ∗ 78﹕ sender  throws  something  aggressively  at  receiver . ∗ 79﹕ sender  creeps  up  behind  receiver  to  scare  them . ∗ 8o﹕ sender  and  receiver  go  shopping  together . ∗ 81﹕ sender  helps  receiver  [ dye / style ]  their  hair . ∗ 82﹕ sender  draws  receiver  into  a  kiss  by  the  back  of  their  neck . ∗ 83﹕ sender  is  discovered  having  a  panic  attack  by  receiver . ∗ 84﹕ sender  accidentally  injures  receiver  during  sparring . ∗ 85﹕ sender  grabs  receiver  roughly  by  the  hair . ∗ 86﹕ sender  brings  receiver  to  their  knees  during  combat . ∗ 87﹕ sender  shows  receiver  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ∗ 88﹕ sender  winks  [ seductively / mockingly ]  at  receiver . ∗ 89﹕ sender  yells  at  receiver  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air . ∗ 9o﹕ sender  helps  receiver  patch  up  a  wound . ∗ 91﹕ sender  holds  receiver  as  they  cry . ∗ 92﹕ sender  silently  and  angrily  points  receiver  towards  the  door . ∗ 93﹕ sender  gestures  for  receiver  to  sit  down . ∗ 94﹕ sender  pulls  receiver  into  their  lap . ∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face . ∗ 96﹕ sender  tackles  receiver  out  of  the  way  of  danger . ∗ 97﹕ sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ∗ 98﹕ sender  confronts  receiver  about  their  unhealthy  behavior . ∗ 99﹕ sender  proposes  to  receiver . ∗ 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .

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** misc  angst  sentence  starters.

“  come  back.  come  back  to  me.  ”

“  it  was  real  for  me.  ”

“  i’ll  fight  the  bad  dreams  off  if  they  come  to  get  you.  ”

“  flowers  grow  back  even  after  the  harshest  of  winters.  you  will  too.  ”

“  i  won’t  leave  you  here  !  ”

“  we’re  in  this  together.  ”

“  i  don’t  need  your  help.  not  anymore.  ”

“  you  left  me  to  die  !  ”

“  what  if  i  never  fall  in  love  again  ?  ”

“  we  can’t  keep  doing  this.  ”

“  when  were  you  going  to  tell  me  about  this  ?  ”

“  you  need  to  stay  with  me  !  don’t  close  your  eyes  okay  ?  ”

“  my  duty  must  come  before  everything  else.  you  knew  this.  ”

“  stay  away  from  me  !  i  don’t  want  to  see  you  again  !  ”

“  there’s  nothing  you  can  do  that  will  fix  this.  ”

“  sometimes  it  feels  like  the  world  is  crumbling  beneath  my  feet.  ”

“  now  is  not  the  time  for  goodbyes.  now  is  the  time  to  fight.  ”

“ trust  no  one.  not  even  me.  you  understand  ?  ”

“  i’m  fine.  i  can  walk  on  my  own.  ”

“  please,  just  look  at  me.  ”

“  you  and  i  are  no  heroes.  ”

“  you  think  you  can  just  waltz  back  in  here  and  pretend  everything  is  okay  ?  ”

“  those  are  the  words  of  a  coward  !  ”

“  you  can’t  save  everyone.  ”

“  you’re  better  off  without  me.  ”

“  i  trusted  you  !  ”

“  you  deserve  more  than  i  can  give  you.  ”

“  please,  don’t  hurt  me  again.  ”

“  you  would  never  understand  the  pain  you  put  me  through.  ”

“  did  you  ever  love  me  ?  or  were  those  just  words  you  said  ?  ”

“  haven’t  you  done  enough  today  ?  ”

[ichorbuilt]

stxrfclls​     /     connas  bolton  .

𝐅𝐎𝐑 : alyse allyrion ! ( @ichorbuilt​​​)

 he  had  it  bad  ,  and  the  knight  knew  it.  but  fear  held  his  heart  in  a  vice  grip  and  nothing  broke  it.  if  anything  ,  being  so  near  to  lya  once  more  had  only  made  it  worse.  when  he  spots  alyse  ,  spots  her  large  stomach  ,  a  soft  smile  graces  the  lips  of  the  bolton.  “  lady  alyse  ,  it  seems  as  if  you  are  bound  to  have  your  hands  full  any  minute.  ”  the  kid  inside  of  him  screamed  to  tell  her  more  ,  but  connas  reigned  that  in  for  now.

          alyse  was  truly  feeling  her  pregnancy,  especially  considering  she  was  likely  to  pop  any  day   now.  still,  having  both  lyarra  and  dyanna  at  her  side  had  made  the  past  few  months  all  the  more  easier.  and  her  nieces  absence  from  the  north  meant  that  the  bolton  knight  was  a  sight  for  sore  eyes.     ❝  ser  connas,  yes,  the  twins  have  been  quite  stubborn  on  their  arrival.  but  my  hands  have  always  been  full,  so  it’ll  be  no  different  now.  ❞     there’s  an  easy  smile  that  accompanies  it,  memories  of  their  last  conversation  still  quite  fresh.     ❝  you’re  looking  well,  i’m  sure  you’re  glad  to  be  back  in  familiar  company,  no  ?  ❞

[ichorbuilt]

stxrfclls​     /     oberyn  martell  .

 the  word  wife  had  repeated  in  his  head  several  times  ,  but  even  the  warmth  that  it  brought  was  nothing  compared  to  when  he  watched  her.  seeing  vevienne  was  like  the  hottest  dornish  day  ,  but  in  all  the  best  ways.  while  normally  a  dress  such  as  the  one  she  wore  would  have  quickly  had  him  dragging  her  away  ,  instead  he  merely  was  in  awe  at  how  easily  people  seemed  to  love  her.  there  had  been  a  fear  that  this  was  too  soon  ,  that  people  would  be  angry  at  the  loss  of  sita  ,  but  it  seemed  ,  so  far  ,  the  kingdom  was  simply  happy  to  see  their  prince  marry  for  love.  his  hands  move  to  her  hips  without  a  thought  behind  it  ,  pulling  vi  closer  to  his  body.  he  wanted  her  all  for  himself  ,  sharing  was  sweet  torture.  he  chuckles  ,  “  of  course  ,  next  time  distract  her  by  asking  how  the  kitchens  are  fairing  on  wine.  ”  his  mother  was  ever  the  host  ,  the  woman  buzzing  about  the  room  and  greeting  ,  complimenting  ,  and  ensuring  needs  were  met  of  every  guest  in  attendance.

          veveinne  was  certain  she’d  never  tire  of  calling  oberyn  her  husband,  was  quite  content  to  use  it  in   any  number  of  conversations  she’s  had  so  far.  he  was  her  sun,  of  that  she  had  no  doubt,  but  the  way  he  was  simply  so  radiant  tonight  put  every  other  moment  to  shame.  so  focused  on  preparations  for  the  wedding  over  the  last  few  months,  she  hadn’t  stopped  to  allow  herself  to  dwell  on  what  the  dornish  may  say  to  have  a  wedding  so  soon,  sita’s  death  as  fresh  as  any  other  while  she  planned  to  marry  oberyn  and  become  ruling  lady  herself.  but  if  anyone  saw  them,  they’d  know  that  it  was  not  the  title  she  cared  for,  but  the  man  who  made  her  smile  so  radiantly,  it’s  blinding.  arms  loop  loosely  around  his  neck,  ensuring  as  little  space  as  possible  between  them,  and  just  as  when  they’d  said  their  vows,  the  rest  of  the  room  seemed  to  melt  away  as  she  looked  at  him.     ❝  i’ll  have  to  remember  that,  though  how  do  you  propose  i  distract  our  guests  so  that  they  might  stop  stealing  you  from  me  ?  ❞     and  vi  loved  every  moment  with  his  mother,  had  even  enjoyed  making  the  rounds,  but  she  was  more  keen  on  her  time  spent  with  him.     ❝  surely  they  will  understand  i’d  much  rather  be  spending  time  with  my  husband.  ❞

[ichorbuilt]

stxrfclls​     /     reila  targaryen  .

𝐅𝐎𝐑 : roslyn grafton ! ( @ichorbuilt​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ )

 she  wasn’t  comfortable  outside  of  her  new  home  ,  much  less  in  the  dress  she  was  wearing.  but  reila  gravitated  towards  the  grafton  the  moment  she  spotted  her  ,  seeking  comfort  while  her  husband  was  off.  “  by  the  gods  ,  can  you  help  enlighten  me  on  why  i  let  the  seamstresses  fit  me  into  this  ?  ”  she  asks  with  a  laugh  ,  voice  low  but  amused.  if  she  can’t  love  it  ,  she  may  as  well  laugh  about  it.

          roslyn  had  grown  attached  to  their  time  spent  at  home,  the  months  spent  between  gulltown  and  winterfell  before  she’d  gone  to  reila’s  wedding.  she  longed  for  it,  even  now  that  they  were  in  dorne  for  an  entirely  different  one.     ❝  because  the  seamstresses  know  what  suits  you  best,  of  course,  and  it’s  a  beautiful  gown  !  ❞     the  lady  fussed  over  her  friend,  expression  endeared  by  her  obvious  lack  of  interest  in  it.     ❝  besides,  it’s  much  lighter  than  any  other  dress  they  could  fit  you  in.  and  you  mean  to  tell  me  that  that  husband  of  yours  will  make  you  stay  in  it  long  ?  ❞

[ichorbuilt]

stxrfclls​     /     reila  targaryen  .

𝐅𝐎𝐑 : mateo cerwyn ! ( @ichorbuilt​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ )

 “  mat  !  ”  eagerly  exclaimed  the  new  princess  ,  releasing  her  arm  from  her  husband’s  and  wasting  no  time  as  she  quickly  made  it  to  her  brother  and  hugged  him.  never  before  had  they  been  apart  like  this  ,  and  her  heart  ached  for  her  family  even  if  they’d  seen  each  other  a  mere  month  ago.  “  did  you  travel  well  ?  actually  ,  did  you  even  make  it  home  before  the  ravens  for  this  arrived  ?  ”  the  north  was  quite  far.

          ❝  your  highness  !  ❞     he  greets  with  just  as  much  enthusiasm,  even  if  the  use  of  her  new  title  is  mostly  just  to  poke  fun  at  how  much  she  hates  it  used.  picking  up  his  sister  and  swinging  her  around,  there’s  comfort  in  her  company,  especially  after  how  strange  it  was  for  her  to  be  absent  from  cerwyn.  a  constant  he’d  not  prepared  himself  to  lose.     ❝  the  travel  was  as  well  as  it  could  be,  i  think.  i  only  beat  the  raven  by  a  few  days,  and  it  wasn’t  much  longer  before  i  set  off.  i’m  sure  this  is  cutting  rather  unfortunately  into  your  time  with  that  husband  of  yours,  isn’t  it  ?  ❞

[ichorbuilt]

littlercses​     /     meralyn  stark  .

Closed for @ichorbuilt​ (Ros!)

“Ros!”  Meralyn  called  out,  rushing  over  to  join  the  youngest  Grafton’s  side.  The  northern  princess  had  been  quick  to  claim  as  much  time  as  she  could  during  Roslyn’s  time  at  Winterfell.  She  adored  the  lady,  and  had  to  fight  to  hide  at  least  part  of  her  joy  when  Edric  revealed  his  plans  to  eventually  propose.  “There’s  so  many  sweets!  Come  on,  we  have  to  get  to  the  table  before  Eddie  eats  them  all!”

          smile  is  quick  to  alight  her  features  at  the  sound  of  the  familiar  voice,  bouncing  on  her  heels  slightly.     ❝  mera  !  ❞     it’s  more  informal  than  is  probably  expected  of  her,  but  after  all  the  time  they’d  spent  over  the  last  month  seemed  to  argue  how  unnecessary  it  was.  arm  is  quick  to  loop  through  the  princess’,  glad  to  spend  time  with  her  as  they  had  in  winterfell,  even  if  the  far  warmer  climate  still  required  some  adjusting.     ❝  is  that  part  of  your  twin  intuition  ?  knowing  that  he  plans  to  eat  them  all  ?  ❞     it’s  teasing  of  course,  immediately  steering  them  towards  the  tables  laden  with  sweets.     ❝  have  you  had  any  yet  ?  they  all  look  so  good  !  ❞

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reqality​     /     weston  mallister  .

closed starter —— jeyne & weston ( @ichorbuilt​ )

jeyne doesn’t really recall how she and weston end up where they are —— sitting down, feet dipped in a shallow pool somewhere away from the gathered attendees, a jar of ale between them —— but she’s glad for the little break from the crowd and the overwhelming heat her body is definitely not built for. “if you ever told me i would be in dorne for a wedding with my feet dipped in a pool, sharing ale to keep myself from melting,” jeyne remarks as she refills her cup, holding the jar towards wes as an offer to top his up, “i would simply not believe you.” even if the company does make it less of a daunting thing. “it is a much warmer place but i do like it better than king’s landing.” jeyne doesn’t believe she will ever hate any place as much as she does king’s landing.

          admittedly,  weston  had  very  little  interest  in  being  in  dorne,  even  if  obligations  as  westerosi  nobility  demanded  it  of  them.  he’d  be  much  more  content  settled  along  the  sea’s  age  or  rocking  with  the  tides  on  the  deck  of  one  of  his  eldest  brother’s  ships.  still,  time  with  his  good  sister  was  still  enjoyable,  regardless  of  locations.     ❝  not  only  would  you  not  believe  me,  ❞     weston  started  with  a  laugh,  taking  the  jar  and  giving  a  generous  pour  to  his  own  jar  before  setting  it  down  on  the  ledge  between  them.  at  least  dorne  had  that  going  for  them.     ❝  but  i’m  pretty  sure  you’d  shove  me  into  the  pool  that  had  been  concocted  for  the  story.  ❞     it’s  teasing,  of  course,  but  he  didn’t  doubt  it  to  be  true  either.     ❝  you  and  me  both.  at  least  it  smells  a  whole  lot  better  than  king’s  landing,  though  i  do  think  i  will  be  set  on  going  any  further  than  the  neck  after  this.  ❞

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stxrfclls​     /     oberyn  martell  .

𝐅𝐎𝐑 : vevienne martell ! ( @ichorbuilt​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ )

 many  had  warned  the  prince  that  the  ceremony  would  flash  before  his  eyes  ,  and  they  were  right.  before  he  could  blink  ,  he  was  kissing  his  wife  and  crowning  her  their  ruling  princess.  once  the  festivities  had  begun  he  was  pulled  in  every  direction  ,  away  from  the  wife  he  hadn’t  wished  to  part  from.  but  as  if  a  magnet  drew  them  together  ,  it  was  easy  to  find  her  glowing  radiance  amongst  the  large  crowds.  oberyn  slowly  made  his  way  to  her  ,  a  playful  smile  on  his  lips  as  his  eyes  seemed  unable  to  glance  away.  “  and  just  where  have  you  gotten  off  to  ,  my  princess?  ”

          the  ceremony  feels  like  little  more  than  a  blur  in  her  memories,  though  perhaps  that  had  more  to  do  with  the  fact  that  she  was  entirely  focused  on  her  husband  and  less  on  everything  else  around  them.  and  though  vevienne  had  been  expecting  to  do  her  due  diligence  afterward,  accepting  congratulations  gratefully  and  letting  her  mother  fuss  over  her  half  a  dozen  times,  it’s  very  obvious  that  her  attention  is  rather  firmly  on  oberyn  across  the  room,  an  instinctual  want  to  simply  be  at  his  side.  there  is  a  beaming  smile  as  they’re  finally  able  to  separate  from  the  crowds,  huffing  a  quiet  laugh  as  her  hands  reached  gently  for  his  face.     ❝  right  where  i  belong,  my  prince.  and  i’ve  only  had  to  escape  your  mother  twice.  ❞

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reqality​     /     dyanna  yronwood  .

closed starter —— dyanna & alyse ( @ichorbuilt )

bottom lip caught between their teeth, dyanna balances two plates of food taken from a table on their way towards their aunt. their aunt —— it still feels strange to acknowledge such a fact. “i got us some much needed sustenance if we are to get through this wedding.” it’s mostly a joke, of course. dyanna cannot fathom being any happier for their prince. “i did not bring any sour cherries, even if there were quite a few,” she comments as she hands alyse one of the plates before sitting next to her. they would rather not do a weird face amidst a wedding, just because they decided to eat some. “i do not really know what you like or not so i hope there is something in that plate for you.”

          the  ruling  lady  has  found  it’s  much  easier  to  be  sitting  or  standing  almost  entirely  still  with  her  stomach  as  swollen  as  it  was.  the  twins  had  certainly  made  themselves  comfortable,  much  to  her  chagrin,  and  with  it  came  back  pain  and  constant  hunger.     ❝  you  are  much  more  likely  to  make  it  all  the  way  through  the  evening  than  i  am,  ❞     alyse  offered  with  a  laugh  and  grateful  smile.  still,  she  was  quite  glad  to  be  here  celebrating  oberyn  and  vevienne.     ❝  do  you  not  like  them  ?  ❞     she  wondered  if  her  niece’s  aversion  was  anything  like  her  brother’s.  it  wouldn’t  be  the  first  similarity  between  them  she’d  noted.     ❝  that’s  alright,  there’s  plenty  of  options  that  i  should  be  able  to  find  something.  besides,  you  can  never  go  wrong  with  grapes,  at  least,  ❞     she  hummed,  popping  one  into  her  mouth,  as  if  she’d  not  already  ate  her  fill  over  the  past  few  months.

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woewhimsy​     /     rhaena  massey  .

     𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈  :  the  royal  wedding          

            despite  their  own  betrothal,  at  least  in  name,  rhaena  could  not  imagin  anything  like  this  for  herself.  it  was  beautiful,  yes,  and  everything  that  a  royal  wedding  should  look  like  but  the  sheer  amount  of  people  was  daunting.  ‘  there  is  no  way  that  they  have  not  drunk  themselves  silly  in  preparation  to  speak  to  everyone  here.  that  is  the  only  way  that  i  would  be  able  to  get  through  it.  ’  /  @ichorbuilt​

          aenysa  had  seen  more  than  her  fair  share  of  royal  weddings,  and  she  was  certain  that  each  one  had  been  more  grand  than  the  last.  she  enjoyed  them  all  the  same,  had  always  expected  something  over  the  top  for  herself,  though  she’s  grown  less  and  less  attached  to  the  idea,  these  days.     ❝  the  speaking  to  everyone  isn’t  even  the  daunting  part  for  me,  ❞     the  princess  answered  with  a  quiet  laugh,  swirling  a  glass  of  wine  in  her  hand.     ❝  it’s  having  to  put  up  with  so  many  people  at  once.  so  i  can’t  plan  a  grand  affair  for  your  wedding  unless  there’s  enough  wine  to  put  you  into  a  stupor  ?  ❞

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  ...   vevienne  martell  nee  dayne  ,   the  ruling  princess  of  dorne  !

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  ...   roslyn  grafton  ,   the  lady  of  gulltown  !

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  ...   natari  martell  nee  fowler  ,   the  princess  of  dorne  !

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  ...   alyse  allyrion  nee  stark  (  +2  belated  guests  coming  to  a  wedding  near  you  ),   the  ruling  lady  of  godsgrace  !