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Change the Prophecy: with @myrielle-of-goldengrove
It was rare for Oscar to feel nervous when speaking with a girl.Ā Unlike his friends who often bragged about winning hearts but blushed and stammered whenever the object of their affection or a particularly pretty woman came near, Oscar had never been intimidated in the same way.Ā It had accidentally gotten him in trouble a few times, his confidence and easy conversations causing a girl to develop feelings he would never be able to return.Ā Now though, Oscarās nerves were running wild.Ā There were no etiquette books written on how to introduce yourself to someone who you wanted to play out a fake courtship with.Ā Ultimately though, he reminded himself they wanted the same thing:Ā freedom to make their own choices and a partner willing to give them that freedom.Ā Surely, there was some common ground to be found between them.
Oscar gathered his confidence and approached Myrielle with a smile, wondering what Lady Sabitha had told her, if she had told Myrielle anything about him at all.Ā āHello, Iām Oscar Tully, the second son of Lord Elmo Tully.Ā Itās nice to meet you, my lady,ā he said, his nerves pushing him towards the familiar scripts he had uttered all his life when faced with situations where he didnāt quite know what to say.Ā āItās a lovely day.Ā I quite like the Twins, but I visited Highgarden recently and I thought it was beautiful.Ā Perhaps it was simply where I visited, but I had never seen happier or more vibrant people.Ā Have you been enjoying your time there?āĀ Moments after he had left Highgarden, Oscar had yearned to go back.Ā It did cheer his heart to think he could visit more often if he and Myrielle decided to establish a fake courtship.
He paused, unsure how to continue the conversation.Ā It wasnāt like he could simply come out and say he had no interest in women.Ā Well, he supposed he could but it was something heād never dared say aloud to anyone.Ā Everyone who knew had simply figured it out in one way or another.Ā āMy father is trying to force me to marry, but a traditional marriage doesnāt appeal to me.Ā I heard that you felt a similar way?ā Oscar asked.Ā āIf I were to have a wife, I would want to be friends, hopefully even close friends, but nothing more.ā
#a song of golden fire and black blood#a song of golden fire and black blood starter#hotd#hotd rp#asoiaf rp#oscar tully#oscar's threads#myrielle rowan#change the prophecy#house tully#house rowan
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āAre you alright, my lady?ā Oscar quickly asked, noticing the pain on Lady Sabithaās face.Ā He doubted there was anything he could do to help ease her pain, but he would get her anything she needed.Ā āI understand the need for space to think.Ā Itās not the same as riding, but sometimes I like to take a boat out onto the river when I want to be alone.Ā Itās not quite as strenuous as horseback riding and it lets one be close to nature.āĀ Oscar had often tied his boat to the dock at Riverrun and slept outside under the to find some sense of peace.Ā He doubted Lady Sabitha would want to sleep outside in a boat, but a gentle journey downstream would be pleasant.
Oscar took a sip of tea as the maid set the cup down in front of him.Ā He tried to study Lady Sabitha as subtly as possible, still stuck wondering why she had called him here.Ā As she spoke about her own marriage, Oscar could sense the significance in her words, but didnāt necessarily see what marriage had to do with him.Ā Perhaps she was going to ask him for a political favor?Ā Oscar was more free to act than Kyle, he had less duties to attend to and was scrutinized less as a second son.Ā āYou would be surprised.Ā Thereās a hierarchy everywhere, even among the great houses.Ā Many even in the Riverlands whisper the Tullys have fallen from grace, if we ever even had true power to begin with.Ā But, I do think youāre right.Ā People often keep their eyes too focused on the lions and dragons of the world to take much notice of the frogs and fish.Ā My brother and I intend to make use of that.āĀ Oscar knew it was a risk to tell Sabitha anything, but she was an important figure in the Riverlands.Ā She would be regent for years until her young son came of age.Ā It would be useful to have her on their side.
Oscar instantly tensed at her next words, his first thought that she had called him into her solar in an attempt to blackmail him.Ā He found himself only feeling more confused and on edge as she passed the list over to him, eyes skimming over the names without really reading them.Ā His first instinct was to deny what she had said.Ā The Tullys may have been known for their distinctive hair, but there were still plenty of other nobles and commoners with red hair throughout Westeros.Ā Oscar was far more prone to suspicion than trust, yet surprisingly, it was his motherās words that came to the forefront of his mind.Ā āThe Gods did not make us to be cruel.Ā It is the world that is harsh, but kindness grows in the most unlikely of places.Ā Even in Winterfell winter roses grow and so does kindness in the hearts of the harshest men.āĀ Oscar wasnāt necessarily sure if he completely believed in the kindness of others, but from all he knew about her, Lady Sabitha had never been cruel.Ā Despite how scared the idea of talking about any of this made him, perhaps she was trying to help him in a way she had never been helped.Ā Even if her parents had meant well by marrying her into a strong house, her marriage with Lord Forrest couldnāt have ever been perfect if she was like him.Ā Ā
āIf I was that man the painter saw, I donāt understand why you would want to help me.Ā We hardly know each other.āĀ That was putting it mildly.Ā Though they had spoken in passing, Oscar thought this might have been the first time theyād ever had a conversation alone.Ā He was about to ask her more questions when his eyes were caught by a particular name on the list.Ā āLady Myrielle Rowan?ā he asked in surprise.Ā Oscar did his best to avoid talk about the fairest and most eligible maidens in the kingdom, but even he hadnāt been able to avoid whispers of Lady Myrielleās loveliness and talent.Ā While his own sister was considered the Pearl of the Riverlands, he knew Myrielle was the pearl of the Reach.Ā Men were constantly asking for her hand and Oscar had heard some talk that she had moved to Highgarden with her older sister Clarice specifically to look for a husband of high standing.Ā If that was all true, she was in a very similar situation to him.Ā He didnāt know why she didnāt want to be married, but Oscar understood the pressure that came with family desperately pushing for a match.Ā He imagined it was even worse for her as a woman.Ā Oscar could reasonably get away with a few more years of bachelorhood without too much scandal, but it wouldnāt be the same for Myrielle.Ā āSheās here, isnāt she?Ā I saw her at the funeral with Lady Clarice.ā
4th day of the 2nd month, 130 AC
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Forrest's funeral might have ended, but Sabitha's ever lasting list of task was always full these days. Most widows withered with loss, Sabitha instead was blooming. Suspiciously bright after such tragedy, she was aware rumors would ignite if her smiles were noticed publicly.
Instead, she hide. Show herself in public covered in veils and black dresses, Forrest could get that respect for the next weeks. Sabitha visit the Sept often and lighted a candle for him. For Theo's loss. She was a new woman under the eyes of the court, a regent.
Rulership was no stranger to her. Soon she'd have her twins. She hoped for just one daughter. She prayed for her more than anything else. Her candles melted and the wax lost its warm, but her intuition swore two daughters will come to her.
Until that day, she had work to be done... and plans she had to complete. Sabitha organize the chess in front of her for the fifth time, anxiously waiting for her guest.
When organizing guests into neatly distributed rooms inside the Crossing; she accounted for the Brackens and Blackwoods, kept them as far away from each other as possible; her family was near her apartments; and Lady Clarice was back at her side. Everyone else was arrenge around those choices.
The Tully's were granted the highest place of honor near Forrest's old chambers. Fitting of their station and preventing any fighting over someone else (her in-laws) deserving such treatment.
This meant Ser Oscar Tully would be forced to walk across the bridge all the way to Sabitha's chambers. Her solar was welcoming a lot of people lately, most came to say goodbye and wish her good luck as her pregnancy reach its end. Today, she was expecting something brighter to talk about.
The guard announced Oscar's arrival and Sabitha nod her head in acknowledgement.
āI apologize Ser, I'm in no condition to walk right now... or stand actually, my feet are killing me. Although by experience I can say one gets accustomed to walking the distance between the Twins, I hope it wasn't a bother. Please take a seat.
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Creating a Home: with @lord-kermit-of-riverrun
Oscar sat on a low stone wall by the gates of the Red Keep, scanning the road ahead for any sign of his brotherās approach.Ā According to the last letter heād received from his brother, he expected to arrive today but anything could have held him up from a muddy stretch of road to a tavern filled with beautiful women on the outskirts of Kingās Landing.Ā Oscar didnāt mind waiting though.Ā He had brought a book outside with him, a tome with an in-depth look into warfare. There was battle strategy involved of course, but the book also stressed the importance of things lords often overlooked such as morale, sanitation conditions, and the level of trust between the various men called from different areas of the region.Ā Usually the book easily kept his attention, but he couldnāt seem to focus and instead kept rereading the same lines over and over again.
Lately, Oscar had been thinking more about the future.Ā His conversation with Lady Sabitha had allowed him to see he might actually be able to take charge of his own future and shape it into something he wanted.Ā For the past six moons, Oscar had been stuck in a cycle of grief, frustrated with his fatherās coldness, his motherās complicity, and his brotherās aloof nature.Ā Heād been searching desperately for a place to call home without ever realizing he might have the strength to create one himself.Ā What he wanted more than anything, what he had always wanted, was to improve both the Riverlands and his house.Ā Heād spent the past few days drawing up plans on different policies he wanted to try and he could only hope his brother would be open to talking about them once he arrived.
A part of him yearned to go wait for Kermit at the training yard, forcing his mind to clear of everything but the steps of his opponent and the weight of his sword in his hand, but he was worried if he missed his brotherās arrival he wouldnāt see him until he decided to seek Oscar out. He didnāt want to wait until his brother got around to deciding he wanted to grace Oscar with his presence.Ā Kyleās attention had always been difficult to catch and even harder to hold. Oscar had long since learned how to best make himself unavoidable when he wanted Kermit to pay attention to him, though what should have felt familiar felt frustrating and tiring today.Ā Despite everything though, Oscar was excited to see his brother again.
The moment he saw a familiar looking horse approach the gate, Oscar leaped to his feet and ran to stand beside the guards as they let Kermit inside.Ā Distantly, Oscar realized he probably should have let his brother get further inside before he started talking, but his excitement to see Kyle overtook his common sense.Ā āI was beginning to worry you had been taken by bandits.Ā Actually, Iāve been reading and I think we should be working on improving our agriculture.Ā Weāll never catch the Reach, but if we can provide our people reliable food throughout winter, less of them well have to turn to robbery,ā Oscar paused to take a breath and to give his brother a bright smile. āHow was your journey?ā
#a song of golden fire and black blood#creating a home#a song of golden fire and black blood starter#Arc II: Women's Wicked Ways#oscar's threads#oscar tully#kermit tully
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Character Promo: Ser Oscar Tully ā The River's Fury @oscartullyofriverrun - Part of A Song of Golden Fire and Black Blood
The second-son of Lord Elmo and Lady Jenny Tully, Oscar is 19. Known to be equally well-read and skilled with a sword, a lover of jokes, pranks, and chess, and his older brother's constant companion, Oscar has often been heard attempting to sort out the logistics of Kyle's vision for House Tully's grand future. While technically in the service of his father, Oscar spends most of his time assisting his mother in the day to day running of Riverrun and takes a particular interest in keeping track of the management of their vassals and bannerman. While his older brother is want to unwind in taverns, Oscar prefers to spend his downtime in the training yard, taking equal pleasure in sparring with his peers and assisting in the sword-training of his family's younger wards, causing some speculation he has no interest in the opposite sex, though most agree he is simply too consumed by the vigor of youth to be concerned with marriage.
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Oscar had been to so many funerals in his life that he truly couldnāt remember them all.Ā They all blurred together in a mess of boredom, tears, and a deep desire to be anywhere but where he was currently standing.Ā He knew it was important for the Tullys to show their support, especially when one of their own lords died, but Oscar hated the concept of funerals on principle.Ā When his grandfather had died, Oscar hadnāt wanted to go to the funeral, hadnāt wanted to face the reality of his grandfatherās death or the pity in other peopleās eyes.Ā It had been one of the worst days of his life and Oscar had been expected to be presentable and pretend like he didnāt want to scream from how badly he felt.
This funeral was better than that one, Oscar hadnāt had any kind of personal connection with the late Lord Frey, but he was stressed for a reason entirely separate from the funeral.Ā From the moment they had entered the Sept, heād been sending glances towards Lady Clarice, an anxious feeling curling in his chest.Ā He hadnāt expected to see her here and wondered why she had traveled all the way from The Reach to attend this funeral.Ā But truly, the reason why she was here didnāt matter.Ā Only her presence and the chance of recognition was on his mind.Ā Ā
He knew it was ridiculous to think Lady Clarice would somehow recognize him from his brief time in Highgarden.Ā The places he and his lover Luceon had been weren't the same places where the regent of Highgarden would spend her time.Ā Still, Oscar couldnāt shake the paranoia that she had somehow seen him and Luceon together and would recognize him now, calling out his secret for the entire Sept to hear.Ā It was bad enough his father knew the truth; Oscar couldnāt stand for the whole world to know too.
An elbow hit him roughly in the ribs and Oscar quickly turned his attention to his brother with a scowl.Ā Kyle gave him a pointed look and Oscar quickly realized it was his turn to pay his respects.Ā āI uhā¦ā Oscarās eyes went back in Lady Clariceās direction, realizing she was set to speak after him.Ā āI didnāt know Lord Forrest well, but Iām sorry the Stranger took him away so soon and in such a tragic way.Ā May the Father watch out for his children as they grow.āĀ The words, similar to ones heād uttered at countless funerals, were basic and boring but thankfully serviceable.Ā Oscar glanced towards the window to force himself not to look at Lady Clarice while she was speaking, hoping this whole affair would all be over soon.
22nd day of the 1st month, 130 AC
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Once Sabitha thought she was free of black gowns and mourning period of the King, her own widowhood strike her. Sabitha return home not in the company of her husband but in the company of his bones.
His funeral was probably one of Sabitha's biggest accomplishments. She had it all ready in less than a month; from the second Forrest fell from his horse in a hunting competition until his body was resting underground, it might took her over three weeks to arrenge everything. The silent sister did a masterful work and her husband was ready to rest now.
Sabitha walked across the corridors, looking for her son. She finally found him in his nursery. A maid dressed Theo in the black gowns Sabitha arrenge for him during the King's funeral. Those were the only mourning clothes her little frog had, he was so young; Sabitha hoped he wouldn't need mourning gowns at his age. She clearly underestimated the number of funerals they would go to together.
She picked a simple black dress for herself, comfortable enough for her growing belly. The lace was barely noticeable, the most important part in her attire was the dramatic veil that covered her face. Sabitha's face stayed neutral. She had no sorrow inside her, but today her lack of sorrow could be questioned.
They arrived at the Sept together. Sabitha slowly guiding her son, making sure he wouldn't see his father's corpse. Even if it was their new reality, she was determined to hide it from him a long as she could.
āI wish to thank everyone for coming here. I know my Lord husband's death was a shocking news. I'm grateful you all came here to say goodbye to him, one last time.ā Sabitha gently caressed Theo's hand as she spoke.ā My dear husband Forrest died doing what he loved most. He loved the woods. His passion for horse riding was a quality I fully appreciated and supported, little did I know how greatly it would cost us. Today we celebrate a life that ended shortly. My Forrest left behind our son... and our soon to be born twins. Only the gods are aware if our babies will be sons or daughters, but I'm sure Forrest would be proud of them and love them as dearly as me. He also loved our Queen. I know he would have given his life for her, he was a loyal man until the end.
They couldn't complain about Sabitha not loving her husband, she did loved him; not romantically but as something else, because Forrest was always clear the woman he loved wasn't her. Forrest love was dedicated to the reason he was known as Fool Frey. Sabitha couldn't help but think he was a fool until the end. She left the silence linger. She improvised her words, but she still hoped they came across as caring. Sabitha didn't realize how much she cared for him until he was no longer at her side. She moved away from the grave and left the space open in case someone else wished to talk.
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Oscar didnāt know why he was being called to Lady Sabithaās solar.Ā His father hadnāt been well enough to make the journey, but both Kyle and his mother Lady Jenny had traveled to The Twins to pay their respects at the funeral. If Lady Sabitha had any political concerns she wanted to address with the ruling family of the Riverlands, Oscar couldnāt imagine why she would come to him first.
Perhaps she was simply being kind, though Oscar couldnāt imagine having the energy to be kind after losing a husband while pregnant with twins.Ā Then again, Sabithaās strength was revered around court so maybe it wasnāt so strange.Ā There were other rumors that explained why Sabitha wasnāt as sad about her husbandās death as she should have been, but Oscar didnāt bother entertaining them. Even if they were true and Sabitha was romantically inclined towards women, that didnāt mean losing Forrest wasnāt difficult at the very least when it came to her son and unborn twins losing a father.
Oscar gave his name to the Frey guard standing outside the door who inclined his head in acknowledgement before opening the door to Sabithaās solar and closing it behind him.Ā Oscarās eyes were instantly drawn to the chess board and he smiled, wondering if Sabitha had specifically set up the board because she had heard about his love for the game. āI understand, my lady.Ā My mother always said being pregnant with one child was a trial, so she could never imagine what it must be like carrying two children at the same time.āĀ Oscar felt slightly nervous in the older womanās presence, though he did his best to hide it.Ā Sabitha always seemed so self assured and in control, both qualities Oscar wished he had but knew he lacked.
He sat across from Sabitha and clasped his hands under the table to keep himself from fidgeting with the chess pieces in front of him like a nervous child.Ā āI enjoyed the walk.Ā The Twins is a very lovely seat, especially with how it spans the river.āĀ Oscar paused, gathering his courage before asking directly, āWhy have you asked to see me today?Ā Iāll admit, usually most lords or ladies want to speak with my brother before they speak with me.ā
4th day of the 2nd month, 130 AC
with.ā @oscartullyofriverrun
Forrest's funeral might have ended, but Sabitha's ever lasting list of task was always full these days. Most widows withered with loss, Sabitha instead was blooming. Suspiciously bright after such tragedy, she was aware rumors would ignite if her smiles were noticed publicly.
Instead, she hide. Show herself in public covered in veils and black dresses, Forrest could get that respect for the next weeks. Sabitha visit the Sept often and lighted a candle for him. For Theo's loss. She was a new woman under the eyes of the court, a regent.
Rulership was no stranger to her. Soon she'd have her twins. She hoped for just one daughter. She prayed for her more than anything else. Her candles melted and the wax lost its warm, but her intuition swore two daughters will come to her.
Until that day, she had work to be done... and plans she had to complete. Sabitha organize the chess in front of her for the fifth time, anxiously waiting for her guest.
When organizing guests into neatly distributed rooms inside the Crossing; she accounted for the Brackens and Blackwoods, kept them as far away from each other as possible; her family was near her apartments; and Lady Clarice was back at her side. Everyone else was arrenge around those choices.
The Tully's were granted the highest place of honor near Forrest's old chambers. Fitting of their station and preventing any fighting over someone else (her in-laws) deserving such treatment.
This meant Ser Oscar Tully would be forced to walk across the bridge all the way to Sabitha's chambers. Her solar was welcoming a lot of people lately, most came to say goodbye and wish her good luck as her pregnancy reach its end. Today, she was expecting something brighter to talk about.
The guard announced Oscar's arrival and Sabitha nod her head in acknowledgement.
āI apologize Ser, I'm in no condition to walk right now... or stand actually, my feet are killing me. Although by experience I can say one gets accustomed to walking the distance between the Twins, I hope it wasn't a bother. Please take a seat.
#a song of golden fire and black blood#oscar's threads#oscar tully#sabitha frey#Arc II: Women's Wicked Ways
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Six Final Moons: challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood
The entire thing had seemed like an adventure until the moment Oscar was standing alone in front of the Citadel.Ā Oscar knew heād made more than one bad decision throughout his life, but leaving in the middle of the night without a word to anybody, including his family, was probably the worst of them.Ā Heād been angry when heād done it, shoving clothes and food into a bag before sneaking into the stables and taking off in the dead of night.Ā Heād only left a note behind for Kyle because even at his darkest and most emotional moments, there was a part of him that couldnāt stand to inflict pain on either of his siblings.Ā He hadnāt told Kyle where he was going, but heād promised he was safe and that he would be back home soon.Ā He knew Kyle would pass the information on to Abigail to keep her from worrying and that was enough for him.Ā He doubted his father would care he was gone and he didnāt care what Kyle chose to do when it came to their mother.Ā He loved her, but he was angry with her.Ā Sheād seen how his father had been treating him, but she hadnāt done or said anything about it.Ā He told himself it didnāt matter.
Luceon met Oscar on the River Road as they planned.Ā Oscar figured heād at least told Alyx where he was going, but Oscar didnāt ask.Ā The whole point of this was to forget about their families for a while.Ā At first, that was what they had done.Ā They had traveled along the River Road until they passed through Lannisport and the road turned into the Searoad, sleeping under the stars and staying at inns when they came across them.Ā Nobody gave them a second glance, especially once they reached the Westerlands where Oscarās face was a lot less recognizable.Ā It was easy to sleep curled together with Luceon in the woods and at the inns they would buy a room with two beds before squeezing themselves together into one, limbs tangled together tightly as they slept.Ā It had almost been perfect, almost like they were able to be a real couple, unknown and on the road.Ā Ā
They followed the road to pass through Highgarden, somehow getting invited to parties with others like them, who didnāt care when Oscar had danced with Luceon in his arms the entire night, kissing him whenever he pleased.Ā Theyād lingered in Highgarden longer than they should have, making friends and holding hands in the daylight.Ā But eventually, the dwindling state of their funds forced them to move on down the Roseroad until they finally reached Oldtown.Ā It was a beautiful city, cleaner and more well-kept than Kingās Landing despite being much older.Ā After a day of sightseeing, Luceon had gone into the Citadel to see about becoming a novice.Ā Itās why they had traveled all this way in the first place.Ā Luceonās father had been pushing for it for years.Ā As the third son of House Goodbrook, Luceon had very little to offer in terms of a marriage and rumors about Luceonās lack of interest in women had started to swirl around him the same way they circled Oscar.Ā Luceon was intelligent and kind, and he adored helping people.Ā He would make a good healer, but he had wanted to visit the Citadel on his own terms, not his fatherās, and heād invited Oscar to come along with him.Ā Ā
Oscar had been waiting on him for hours, stopping to get food from a tavern before walking up and down Oldtownās various streets.Ā He finally ended up waiting outside the Citadel, watching the people as they passed by.Ā After another hour, Luceon emerged from the Citadel, a wide smile on his face.Ā He made his way to Oscar, grin growing wider.Ā āIām sorry I made you wait so long, but it was wonderful there.Ā They had so many books Iād never heard of and everyone was really kind.Ā I thinkā¦I think I could really be happy there.ā
Oscar stared at him, shocked to find the words roused the familiar anger in him, sharp and vicious as always.Ā Heād traveled all this way, waited outside for hours, only for Luceon to tell him he liked it?Ā That he wanted to become lost here among dusty books and dull people?Ā It had never occurred to him until this moment how much heād wanted Luceon to hate it, how much he wanted Luceon to reject the idea and return home with him so they could devise another plan for their future.Ā He didnāt want Luceon to leave.Ā Not now, not ever.Ā The anxiety surged alongside the anger, twisting and twirling around each other like squirming snakes in a pit.Ā āWell, thatās hardly a surprise.Ā When arenāt you pleased to do whatever your father wants?ā Oscar spit out, the snakes dripping their poison through his mouth.
Luceon only sighed.Ā Heād known Oscar a long time and heād sat with him through more than one outburst.Ā His lack of reaction only made Oscar angrier.Ā Didnāt he care at all?Ā Angry words whipped through his mind quickly, each phrase more hurtful and personal than the last.Ā Oscar only held the words back through sheer force of will, his last bit of self control focused on the fact that while a part of him wanted to make Luceon hurt just as much as he was hurting, he didnāt truly believe any of the angry things running through his mind and he knew he would regret saying them once his anger had exhausted itself. Oscar hardly noticed his hands creeping towards his hair, more emotions twisting and turning through him than he could possibly handle without some sort of release.Ā Ā
He blinked in surprise when Luceon gently grabbed both of his hands to stop him, letting them go to step forward and cradle Oscarās face in his palms.Ā The surprise of the action and the accompanying knowledge that they were in public where anyone could see them shocked him enough to slightly break Oscar out of his spiral.Ā āBreathe,ā Luceon ordered, voice firm.Ā Ā
Oscar forced himself to take a few gasping breaths, eyes focused on Luceonās.Ā Once Luceon seemed certain Oscar had slightly calmed down, he stepped back and glanced around to make sure no one was watching them.Ā He put his hand on Oscarās shoulder and guided him down the street into a random alley that stank of old fish and sour fruit.Ā āI donāt want you to become a maester,ā Oscar said, words desperate.
āThatās the entire reason we came all this way,ā Luceon answered, words tinged with slight annoyance that he was clearly trying to hide.Ā āYou havenāt said anything this whole time.ā
āI didnāt know I didnāt want that until just now,ā Oscar said.
Ā āThatās because you never think, Oscar,ā the words could have been an insult, but they seemed exasperatedly fond somehow when Luceon said them. āYou ignore problems and tell yourself everything is going to be fine until youāre forced to see the reality.ā
āI want to be with you,ā Oscar pleaded.Ā The anger was gone now and desperation had stepped in to take its place.Ā āWe can go back to Highgarden and make a life or we can travel to Essos and become sellswords.Ā Just leave everything behind and never go home.ā
Luceon actually laughed, though his dark brown eyes were sad.Ā āYou love your family and your people.Ā Iāve heard the way you talk about your and Kyleās plans.Ā Thatās your purpose, not me.ā
āIād give it up for you,ā Oscar said, and in that moment he thought he might truly mean it if it meant he got to be with Luceon one second longer.
āYou canāt.Ā And even if you could, I wonāt give up mine.Ā I want to help people and Iām not going to stand to the side while you marry someone else, even if you donāt love them.Ā I want a life of my own, not one where I wait in the shadows and dark stables until you can be with me again.Ā Itās not your fault, but itās not what I want.āĀ Ā
Oscar turned away from him, doing his best to hide the tears that had gathered in his eyes.Ā Luceon moved over to wrap his arms around him and even though his grip should have been as firm and steadying as ever, Oscar could already feel him slipping away.Ā āThings never could have ended differently for us,ā Luceon whispered.Ā Ā
Not even Oscar could pretend otherwise any more.
#a song of golden fire and black blood#Here's What You Missed challenge#oscar tully#oscar's challenges
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Wanted Character Connection
Kermit "Kyle" Tully
Oscar Tully is looking for his brother Kermit Tully for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood
The eldest child of Lord Elmo and Lady Jenny Tully, Kermit is 22, and the new heir to Riverrun. Raised in the shadow of his grandfather, Lord Grover, who ruled House Tully for over fifty years before his death eight moons ago, he believes that as a Great House, his family has grown complacent and unambitious as the Lords Paramount of the Riverlands. Since he came of age six years ago, and was knighted not long after in an impressive tourney victory against Jason Lannister during celebrations at Storm's End for Lord Borros Baratheon's 40th name day, Kyle has been setting down plans to catapult House Tully into a new golden age. These plans were noted to have drastically risen in prominence since the death of old Lord Grover, and even more so now Ser Kermit has been sent to Kingslanding to serve as his father's envoy to The Crown. Alongside being a skilled swordsman and horseman, Kermit is known to also have a great proficiency in mathematics and deep interest in his family's financial ventures. In his down time he is known to spend a bit too much time in taverns, highly sociable and a notable flirt, Kermit greatly enjoys playing his lute in the equal pursuits of charming ladies and annoying his companions.
(Suggested Faceclaim is Max Parker in Blood, Sex, and Royalty)
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The Stars We Share: Monologue Challenge for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood
āIāve spent so many nights wondering if I regret what happened between us.Ā I know I should.Ā Thatās what is expected of me.Ā My father wonāt speak to me about our relationship, in fact, he truly wonāt speak to me at all.Ā He wants me to get married as soon as possible to prevent any further scandal.Ā That alone should make me regret our relationship since my own father canāt even look me in the eyes.Ā Ā
But I donāt regret any of it.Ā How could I?Ā Iāve spent so many sleepless nights staring out the window up at the stars, being reminded of that night we sat together by the river and watched the fireflies as if they were constellations brought to earth specifically for us alone.Ā The Seven created us to love, so how could I help but fall for the only person who I felt could truly see me?Ā You knew me without even trying and I would like to think I knew you too.Ā Ā
So yes, my father canāt look me in the eyes but that means nothing.Ā He always looked past me before and things are no different now.Ā I donāt regret loving you and I never will.Ā I wish things had resolved differently and I wish the world was kinder.Ā I think Iāll always love a part of you for showing me how love is supposed to feel and for reminding me Iām not alone.Ā When you look at the stars, I hope you think of the fireflies too.ā
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āI donāt blame you,ā Oscar admitted.Ā āMy father is desperate for me to marry soon, but I havenāt found anyone Iām ready to be with for life.āĀ Deep down, Oscar had a sneaking suspicion he never would find a lady who he would want to marry for love.Ā āWeāre both young yet.Ā What is a few more years of freedom?āĀ It was an argument heād made to his father shortly before leaving for Kingās Landing, but his father had hardly acknowledged the fact Oscar had been speaking, much less the argument itself.Ā He figured it was only a matter of time before his father picked someone and did his best to force the issue.Ā But that was a situation he wasnāt going to bring up to the prince who he had only just met.Ā āBut if you know any lady who is particularly kind who wouldnāt mind marrying a second son, maybe send her my way.āĀ He didnāt want to marry any woman, but if he did have to marry someone, he would prefer they were kind.Ā Ā
Oscar was easily able to lose himself to the rhythm of swordplay.Ā The movements came automatically and it did wonders for erasing all other thoughts from his mind.Ā In this moment, he wasnāt thinking about his father, his future, or even the status of his sparring partner.Ā All that existed for him were the movements of his sword and the blur of his opponentās sword moving through the air.Ā Oscar felt himself break out into a grin, just barely managing to dodge the swing of the princeās blade.Ā āSparring with you is a challenge.Ā Itās been a while since Iāve met someone who keeps me on my toes this much.Ā Did you learn to fight from the Kingsguard?Ā Itās always been a dream of mine to train with one of them.āĀ The Kingsguard was made up of some of the best warriors in Westeros and for a short time, Oscar had even considered joining them if he had the opportunity.Ā But he cared too much for his family and the Riverlands to give up his loyalty to them to instead transfer it to the royal family.Ā Ā
After an embarrassingly short time of sparring, Oscar was already out of breath.Ā Part of the issue was that heād been out here since the early morning hours to try and distract himself, but Daeron was also an effective fighter which meant Oscar had to constantly be on the move to avoid his sword.Ā āTruce?ā he questioned, though he kept a sharp eye on Daeronās sword in case he rebuffed Oscarās suggestion and decided to go through with another attack instead.
A Friendly Duel: with @thedaringprince
Oscar had quickly found his favorite place to be was in the training yard of the Red Keep.Ā The armory was stocked with a variety of weapons that were open for all the nobility to use and due to the amount of people currently staying in the Keep, there was always someone around for Oscar to spar with.Ā At least, that was usually the case.Ā Today, the weather was misty and the air held a hint of a chill unusual for summer.Ā Very few people had braved the nasty weather to train, though Oscar had managed to spend much of the morning helping a young squire from house Grafton learn various disarming techniques until heād been called away to attend to his lord.Ā Now, Oscar was alone running himself through drills, determined to keep moving and ahead of his thoughts.Ā He needed to go inside and write a letter back to his mother about the problem of a small group of bandits that had been robbing the villages of the Riverlands, but every time he sat down to write it he couldnāt focus.Ā The only thing that kept his mind slightly ahead of his anxieties about his father was making himself so exhausted that he fell into bed unable to do anything but sleep.Ā Ā
Oscar paused for a moment, reaching up to brush his hair back from his forehead.Ā As he did, he caught sight of a figure across the training yard and he couldnāt stop himself from staring as a jolt of recognition went through him.Ā Heād seen Daeron Targaryen in the training yard before, but theyād never spoken to each other.Ā Usually the prince would train with his friends, but today there was no one in sight but Oscar.Ā He felt nervous to approach him.Ā Many of the ladies of the court were consistently whispering about how attractive Daeron was and Oscar could secretly admit to himself that they were right.Ā Beyond his typically stunning Valyrian features, the prince also had a kind smile and warm eyes.Ā Oscar was fairly certain he might make a fool of himself if he attempted to speak to him.Ā More pressingly, he wasnāt quite sure how to train with a prince.Ā Would Oscar get in trouble if he accidentally hurt him?Ā Ā
But there was no one else around.Ā Training was often more effective when one had a partner to spar against and Oscar didnāt want the prince to think Oscar was ignoring him.Ā So, he sheathed his sword and strode over to where Daeron was standing.Ā āHello, my prince.Ā Iām Oscar Tully, the second son of Lord Elmo Tully.Ā I was just practicing some drills, but I would like to spar against you if youāre open to it.Ā Iāve heard youāre quite a formidable opponent.āĀ Oscar smiled a bit nervously, but he reminded himself that despite all the trappings that surrounded the royal family, they were all people just like him.Ā Oscar himself hated it when his bannerman became awkward or nervous around him because of his position and he hated the idea of doing the same thing to the prince.
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Wanted Character Connection
Benjicot Blackwood
Oscar Tully is looking for his close friend Ben Blackwood for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood
Ben is 16, but despite his youth, Ben exhibits a wisdom and resolve beyond his years. Raised on tales of honor, bravery, and the rich history of the Blackwoods, he is fiercely dedicated to upholding his family's legacy. His time is split between mastering the arts of combat, leadership, and seeking to protect his people in order to secure their future amidst the constant threats of the Riverlands.
(Suggested faceclaim is Skandar Keynes from Narnia)
Ben is also wanted by @alyofraventree
To learn more about the Blackwoods, click here!
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Oscar blinked, glancing over Daeronās shoulder to the audience of ladies who had lined up alongside the edge of the training yard.Ā It wasnāt a rare sight to have young ladies come down to watch some of the men train, but heād yet to see such a large group on such a dismal day for only one man.Ā Oscar knew none of them were there to ogle at him, at least he hoped they werenāt anyway.Ā āYouāre welcome.Ā I imagine it can get tiring.Ā Whenever a lady tries to offer me her favor, I find myself wanting to run away. I canāt imagine receiving the affections of scores of them.āĀ Oscar knew some men enjoyed the attention, but he couldnāt imagine it.Ā āThey must really like you if theyāre willing to stand out in this weather.Ā Youāre the first person Iāve seen come into the training yard in the last thirty minutes.āĀ Ā
The princeās relaxing smile had Oscar smiling back, glad to see that Daeronās cheerful and kind nature wasnāt a rumor.Ā The princeās smirk and his issued challenge made Oscar blush, though he hoped it could be blamed on his exertion from training and the slightly chilled air.Ā Oscar wanted to roll his eyes at himself.Ā He was no better than the giggling ladies on the edge of the training yard.Ā He subtly shook his head to clear his mind, reminding himself that he needed to focus.Ā It would be embarrassing to get knocked down or disarmed within the first couple seconds of the duel.Ā āIām always up for a challenge against a skilled opponent.Ā Itās the best way to learn.ā
For a brief moment, Oscar contemplated asking his question about if he would get in trouble for accidentally hitting a prince too hard, but he decided not to ask it.Ā It seemed to him that Daeron was tired of being treated like he was extraordinary and simply wanted to focus on having a simple duel.Ā The title of being a lordās second son sometimes weighed heavily on Oscarās shoulders; he couldnāt imagine being a prince even if he was the last born son.Ā He watched as Daeron lifted his sword to signal the beginning of the match, readjusting his grip on his own before striking forward quickly.Ā In a sword fight, Oscar often relied on his speed and agility to win him a victory rather than raw power.Ā His most consistent dueling partner at Riverrun had been his older brother who, due to his age, had always been stronger than Oscar.Ā Heād been forced to learn another way to fight if he wanted to win consistently against a stronger opponent.Ā
A Friendly Duel: with @thedaringprince
Oscar had quickly found his favorite place to be was in the training yard of the Red Keep.Ā The armory was stocked with a variety of weapons that were open for all the nobility to use and due to the amount of people currently staying in the Keep, there was always someone around for Oscar to spar with.Ā At least, that was usually the case.Ā Today, the weather was misty and the air held a hint of a chill unusual for summer.Ā Very few people had braved the nasty weather to train, though Oscar had managed to spend much of the morning helping a young squire from house Grafton learn various disarming techniques until heād been called away to attend to his lord.Ā Now, Oscar was alone running himself through drills, determined to keep moving and ahead of his thoughts.Ā He needed to go inside and write a letter back to his mother about the problem of a small group of bandits that had been robbing the villages of the Riverlands, but every time he sat down to write it he couldnāt focus.Ā The only thing that kept his mind slightly ahead of his anxieties about his father was making himself so exhausted that he fell into bed unable to do anything but sleep.Ā Ā
Oscar paused for a moment, reaching up to brush his hair back from his forehead.Ā As he did, he caught sight of a figure across the training yard and he couldnāt stop himself from staring as a jolt of recognition went through him.Ā Heād seen Daeron Targaryen in the training yard before, but theyād never spoken to each other.Ā Usually the prince would train with his friends, but today there was no one in sight but Oscar.Ā He felt nervous to approach him.Ā Many of the ladies of the court were consistently whispering about how attractive Daeron was and Oscar could secretly admit to himself that they were right.Ā Beyond his typically stunning Valyrian features, the prince also had a kind smile and warm eyes.Ā Oscar was fairly certain he might make a fool of himself if he attempted to speak to him.Ā More pressingly, he wasnāt quite sure how to train with a prince.Ā Would Oscar get in trouble if he accidentally hurt him?Ā Ā
But there was no one else around.Ā Training was often more effective when one had a partner to spar against and Oscar didnāt want the prince to think Oscar was ignoring him.Ā So, he sheathed his sword and strode over to where Daeron was standing.Ā āHello, my prince.Ā Iām Oscar Tully, the second son of Lord Elmo Tully.Ā I was just practicing some drills, but I would like to spar against you if youāre open to it.Ā Iāve heard youāre quite a formidable opponent.āĀ Oscar smiled a bit nervously, but he reminded himself that despite all the trappings that surrounded the royal family, they were all people just like him.Ā Oscar himself hated it when his bannerman became awkward or nervous around him because of his position and he hated the idea of doing the same thing to the prince.
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Wanted Character Connection
Abigail Tully
Oscar Tully is searching for his sister Abigail Tully for @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood
The youngest child and only daughter of Lord Elmo and Lady Jenny Tully, Abigail is 16. She is known to be a talented poet and singer, charming, adept in her courtesies, and very fond of dogs, of which she has four; two mid-sized hounds named Monty and Jaunty, a pug, Thistle, and a long-bodied, rat-catcher dog called Bread. As she has recently come of age, she has been sent to accompany Ser Kyle to the capital and the upcoming coronation of the new Queen in hopes she may find a similarly high-stationed marriage match. Though sociable and good-natured, Abigail is known to have an overtly nervous nature, and prefers the company of her dogs and her mother to any peers her own age.
(Suggested faceclaim is Maria Merryweather in The Secret of Moon Acre)
Abigail is also wanted by @callmekyledamnit
To learn more about House Tully, click here!
We are a No-Dance!AU and politics, family, and court-drama focused RP. To join, check out our main site, DM us with any questions, then send us a raven app, and join our Discord!
Feel free to DM this blog or my main blog @goldaegontargaryen if you have any additional questions or if you want to talk about the RP!
Note: Character name, traits, and faceclaim are suggestions and can be reworked to a certain extent if discussed with the current members of the RP!
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A Friendly Duel: with @thedaringprince
Oscar had quickly found his favorite place to be was in the training yard of the Red Keep.Ā The armory was stocked with a variety of weapons that were open for all the nobility to use and due to the amount of people currently staying in the Keep, there was always someone around for Oscar to spar with.Ā At least, that was usually the case.Ā Today, the weather was misty and the air held a hint of a chill unusual for summer.Ā Very few people had braved the nasty weather to train, though Oscar had managed to spend much of the morning helping a young squire from house Grafton learn various disarming techniques until heād been called away to attend to his lord.Ā Now, Oscar was alone running himself through drills, determined to keep moving and ahead of his thoughts.Ā He needed to go inside and write a letter back to his mother about the problem of a small group of bandits that had been robbing the villages of the Riverlands, but every time he sat down to write it he couldnāt focus.Ā The only thing that kept his mind slightly ahead of his anxieties about his father was making himself so exhausted that he fell into bed unable to do anything but sleep.Ā Ā
Oscar paused for a moment, reaching up to brush his hair back from his forehead.Ā As he did, he caught sight of a figure across the training yard and he couldnāt stop himself from staring as a jolt of recognition went through him.Ā Heād seen Daeron Targaryen in the training yard before, but theyād never spoken to each other.Ā Usually the prince would train with his friends, but today there was no one in sight but Oscar.Ā He felt nervous to approach him.Ā Many of the ladies of the court were consistently whispering about how attractive Daeron was and Oscar could secretly admit to himself that they were right.Ā Beyond his typically stunning Valyrian features, the prince also had a kind smile and warm eyes.Ā Oscar was fairly certain he might make a fool of himself if he attempted to speak to him.Ā More pressingly, he wasnāt quite sure how to train with a prince.Ā Would Oscar get in trouble if he accidentally hurt him?Ā Ā
But there was no one else around.Ā Training was often more effective when one had a partner to spar against and Oscar didnāt want the prince to think Oscar was ignoring him.Ā So, he sheathed his sword and strode over to where Daeron was standing.Ā āHello, my prince.Ā Iām Oscar Tully, the second son of Lord Elmo Tully.Ā I was just practicing some drills, but I would like to spar against you if youāre open to it.Ā Iāve heard youāre quite a formidable opponent.āĀ Oscar smiled a bit nervously, but he reminded himself that despite all the trappings that surrounded the royal family, they were all people just like him.Ā Oscar himself hated it when his bannerman became awkward or nervous around him because of his position and he hated the idea of doing the same thing to the prince.
#a song of golden fire and black blood#asongofgf&bb#asongofgf&bbstarter#hotd rp#hotd au rp#hotd#oscar's threads#a friendly duel#asongofgoldenfireandblackblood
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Coronation Challenge for A Song of Golden Fire and Black Blood
Make a moodboard outfit/overall style for the Coronation Ball, then write a breakdown of it's elements!
Oscar has always been a slightly ostentatious dresser and itās a description he accepts with pride.Ā He had restrained himself to a more subtle ensemble at the coronation, but for the coronation ball he decided to wear a highly ornamental black outfit highlighted with Tully red to represent his pride in his house.Ā He paired the outfit with a pair of knee high boots decorated with silver pieces to match the ones on his sleeves.Ā Oscar had always enjoyed jewelry so he adorned his favorite bracelets and rings, along with a chain that ran across the back of his hand.Ā It was often said the Tullys were poorer than many of their vassals, but Oscar was determined the people around him would think the opposite when gazing upon his outfit tonight.
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(Oscar Tully, Ruairi O'Connor, He/him, @oscartullyofriverrun)
Welcome, Oscar Tully! Weāre delighted to see they have arrived safely on their journey to Kingās Landing. Around the court, the nineteen year old has been praised as optimistic, loyal, and intelligent, but some have whispered heās also clingy, volatile, and evasive.
Upon his arrival it is clear that he is excited about the upcoming coronation of Westerosā first ruling queen, and while the eyes of our court may be fixed on our new Queen, House Targaryen, and the future of Westeros, his true allegiance will always be to House Tully.
(Jay, He/Him, 22, CST, No Triggers)
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