#𝑤𝑐𝑟𝑓𝑐𝑟𝑒 ˖⁺‧₊˚✦ // ❝ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐉𝐎𝐘 — alysane tyrell

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CLOSED STARTER ✦ alysanne tyrell ( @primadonnaes )

tides have surged and fallen , yet the ache that quivers in his chest feels every bit persistent as it did the first time he caught wind of the terrible news . brown hazels at the precipice of vexation , its bony , unpolished claws viciously lashing onto the rest of his features . he could only but spare a quick glance , and even then he feels weakened , devastated , and enfeebled . ❝ i suppose congratulations are in order ? ❞ the lovely face that sent him shoving bodies to stagger down planks , dive headfirst to the pristine gates of the watery halls . a beauty that he plunged the depths of the ocean for to serve , with his own hands , the flesh of his offerings . his beloved deity welcomes him , granting mercy that spared him a minute to spend soaked in her scent and to marvel at shared lifetime in her eyes . ❝ they're saying it's a match so perfect , it must be willed by the gods . ❞ what vain gods they must be that they turn a blind eye to one whose devotions was unmatched .

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❝ i would like for you to , however ... ❞ there is much yet he has to learn , much to understand about weighing in on the consequences and benefits of each decision he makes . though he is getting better at ministrations without compromising his own desires . odd feelings still linger , it may never go away . convinced himself not to act on every impulse without giving it a second thought . ❝ i've learned that what we like is not always the proper thing to do . ❞ he cannot help but smile , though he sought for strength to withhold it . dalton still felt as if he had no place here , unwelcomed in so many ways . even the only person who never saw him an intruder sees him as nothing more . the way things are supposed to go , to heal . ❝ i could ask her for you , but i don't force her to do anything she's unwilling to do . forcing people causes irreparable damage , hurt that haunts even after years . don't you think so ? ❞

how  ironic  ,  alysane  though  t.  once  ,  they  tiptoed  through  these  halls,  afraid  of  being  discovered  .  now  ,  here  they  were  ,  in  broad  daylight  ,  for  all  the  world  to  see  ,  but  no  longer  together,  no  longer  for  each  other  .  that  much  was  clear  when  he  took  another  .  she  glanced  around,  her  old  instincts  kicking  in  as  she  checked  for  prying  eyes  and  eavesdroppers  .  "  if  you  like  ,  i  could  give  your  new  wife  the  recipe  .  i’m  sure  she’s  more  than  capable  of  recreating  it  for  you  back  at  pyke  ,  "  she  said,  sweet  words  laced  with  a  subtle  hint  of  venom  .  "  —  or  i  could  show  her  myself  .  i’m  sure  we  have  much  to  bond  over  ,  "  alysane  added  ,  peering  through  thick  lashes  .

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sight was enough to convince the lord of pyke that he may have fallen into the crack between the past and present . for why else will this ache in his heart quiver like an abandoned child seeing a reach rose and a dragon prince playing into the role they have been born to play ? all flowers are like that , heads held high and arms wide open to the sky above them , where dragons float , swerve , and snatch whichever they please . no room for horrors and monstrosities , none for krakens . ❝ well , look at that , alysane , ❞ man standing before them embodied all that westeros frowns upon . savagery and rage made flesh , no longer watered down for comfort . in all his blood - soaked glory , dalton greyjoy stands before a lover from the past and the boy she chose over him . his finger fiddle with the pommel , nail scratching at the carvings of the grip . how easy would it be to seek retribution for fickle heart's betrayal ? all too easy . instead , he distracts himself from the idea of it all , eyes flicker to the prince , finding any excuse to drive sword into his neck came with ease . bring it back to the greyjoy apartment as a trinket ... but he turns to alysane once more . ❝ you got yourself a prince , how... charming , ❞

the  tyrell  rose  nodded  subtly  in  relief  as  he  spoke  ,  a  faint  smile  playing  on  chapped  lips  as  she  raised  a  dainty  hand  to  his  cheek  .  "  you’re  okay  ,  "  she  repeated  softly  ,  needing  the  reassurance  herself  .  her  head  spun  ,  everything  blurring  at  the  edges  ,  but  alysane  fought  to  stay  conscious  —  she  had  to  .  a  wince  escaped  her  as  his  fingers  brushed  her  face  ,  only  now  feeling  the  sting  of  a  cut  there  .  "  i  lost  my  shoe  ,  "  she  murmured  absently  ,  feeling  the  cold  stone  floor  press  sharply  against  her  bare  foot  .  every  part  of  her  hurt  ,  a  deep  ache  that  pulsed  through  her  body  ,  the  pain  almost  numbing  with  its  intensity  .  "  t  —  there  was  a  man  in  there  .  .  .  i  —  i  think  i  .  .  .  k  —  killed  him  .  .  .  he  —  um  —  he  ,  "  she  stammered  ,  her  voice  barely  a  whisper  as  she  clutched  the  side  of  her  head  ,  her  bloodied  hand  holding  onto  aelyx  for  stability  . 

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the new gods leniency for him have ran out it seems , for what else could explain this meeting ? the self - loathing grows on his wrist , slithers around his forearm like vines adorned with thorns . that voice and that spite will chase him to the edge of the world , shove him , and watch him fall past the watery halls . ❝ i was only teasing , alright , aly ? ❞ if there was more room to bear hatred for himself and this forsaken situation , he'll sit , dine , and chat with it . but even on deck of iron vengeance , there is no lumber left unmarked . so what is there left to do ? find solace in humor , no matter how dark and cruel . as if it never happened , as if it didn't kill him to walk away . ❝ but now you have to remove the mask , 'cause i'm right . ❞

"  you  like  assuming  thing  ,  don't  you  ,  lord  fire  ?  "  and  while  the  fiery  gentleman  claimed  to  know  who  she  was  (  it  was  not  as  if  alysane  was  trying  to  hide  her  identity  anyway  )  ,  she  ,  on  the  other  hand  ,  found  herself  uncertain  .  chocolate  hues  bore  into  his  ,  hoping  to  find  even  a  glimmer  of  his  identity  .  "  if  you  are  so  sure  ,  take  a  guess  ,  my  lord  .  i  would  like  to  see  you  try  .  if  you  are  correct  ,  i  shall  remove  my  mask  for  you  .  "

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the list on his dance card taunted him . an unseen hand of fate trying to provoke emotions already long gone . dropped at the bottom of the deepest trench with no intention of being retrieved . he had allowed himself to forget , to forgive , and the strings of friendship remained tied around his wrist . one he found himself answering when it called , ❝ my lady , ❞ intoxicated lord aided back to his seat , however , not met with gratitude but a shove that makes him almost fall back himself . ❝ you're welcome, i guess ? ❞ amusement and a quiet laugh sits on his chest before he turns to the lady tyrell after the ungrateful left them . ❝ you alright ? ❞

“  oh  dear  !  ”  panic  in  the  tyrell  rose's  voice  .  “  s  —  should  i  get  help  ?  are  you  alright  ?  ”

closed  starter   —  for  dance  card  eight.   (  @crowncost , @disrcpairs , @wcrfcres , @traegedys )

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there is more than faith placed upon the one who dwells beneath the waves , encompassing even devotion . with his whole being rightfully so , there was no room for doubt and hesitation in his system . every decision , every action , and every path has a purpose . what is loss will be returned if it truly belonged to him . he had lived his life this way , but even with practice and many moons on his back , pain does not betray itself . it remains true and as heavy a burden as regret . blasphemy ! why must it demand him to feel what he must not ? ❝ i always believe every decision is ours to make , no matter the circumstance , the sacrifice , and the personal cost . it's ... well , i suppose that doesn't matter now . decisions have been made . ❞ he didn't remember speaking to alysane to be this difficult . as a boy , the world is one big riddle , answers are found only beyond tides and waves , past ashes and drying scarlet , always in pieces and never making sense . but speaking to her came as easy as breathing . ❝ it is a lovely day out indeed ... ❞ his voice trails off , line of sight following that of hers , faces with names lost in his attempt to keep composure . ❝ you know what , no harm with that i suppose . shall we ? ❞ he gestures to the path before them , away from the silhouettes leaning to their direction for a quick listen , a tale to pass along in whispers , paint pictures and stories to spread . to him , however , perhaps it was time he spoke of this heavy load he has long nursed and carried .

it  was  difficult  for  alysane  to  stand  there  and  act  like  dalton's  words  did  not  pierce  her  .  it  took  all  her  energy  to  do  so  .  standing  in  front  of  him  was  both  familiar  and  foreign  and  alysane  would  be  lying  is  she  said  she  did  not  miss  him  .  .  .  because  she  did  .  every  part  of  her  ached  ,  yearning  to  reach  out  to  him  .  "  well  ,  "  she  whispered  ,  clearing.  her  throat  and  straightening  her  back  ,  mustering  up  the  best  smile  she  could  ,  "  once  again  ,  congratulations  ,  my  lord  ,  and  i  wish  you  a  happy  and  prosperous  marriage  .  "  she  said  this  and  yet  her  whole  self  revolted  at  the  idea  .  alysane's  throat  tightened  slightly  that  she  had  to  look  away  to  avoid  the  tear  swelling  in  her  eyes  .

  the  tyrell  was  quiet  for  a  moment  ,  taking  a  second  to  recover  before  replying  ,  "  i  believe  so  ,  "  she  looked  down  at  her  hands  for  a  moment  .  "  —  the  decision  of  course  was  not  mine  ,  "  none  of  it  was  but  who  was  she  to  defy  orders  ?  alysane  was  silent  once  again  ,  eyes  wandering  around  their  surroundings  .  "  would  you  like  to  take  a  walk  with  me  ,  lord  greyjoy  ?  it's  a  lovely  day  out  ,  don't  you  think  .  that  is  if  you  could  spare  a  moment  with  me  .  "  wishing  to  pull  him  away  from  prying  eyes  and  eavesdroppers  ,  not  trusting  the  walls  of  the  redkeep  for  secrets  are  never  kept  in  this  fortress  . 

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not a dark , consuming wave , nor a merciless , feral storm is powerful enough to bring the red kraken to his knees . he stands firm on the deck , devious and equally daunting smirk plastered across his face , the mortal look lost in chaos that makes his eyes . he'll taunt even the mightiest of storms , a maniacal laugh and a dismissive wave of a hand as he struts towards the bow then back to the helm . and for the briefest of seconds , he had forgotten the blow he , himself , had struck . his own rebuttal to the void that is the spitefulness of westeros — an acceptance of his deity's gift , one he does not deserve , a bride . ❝ it was a small but beautiful ceremony by the sea . indeed , the drowned god may have smiled . and he truly does ... provide . he returns what is taken away , gives back twofold of what is lost . ❞ the pinch , the disarming ache , remains . the derision laughed and echoed as he stood on the main deck that day , gilded and embellished . the helpless lord could only clutch on his chest , tugging on the fabric of his worn shirt , face warm from the drizzling rain and another that demanded a beating . ❝ the seas have always treated me with greater kindness and warmth ... she does not use words , but she shows me what it is i must expect , and because of it , i can prepare myself . i suppose mercy is only offered when deserved ... ❞ the hurt that swims to the surface brings with it the bad and the ugly , eyes gleaming with incessant desire to retaliate and bring justice . ❝ and this union , it must have garnered much delight and blessing from your house and his ? ❞

alysane  found  herself  catching  her  breath  ,  for  a  moment  her  heart  leaps  with  a  familiar  excitement  but  quickly  remembered  that  the  man  before  her  was  no  longer  hers  and  she  ,  no  longer  his  .  everything  around  her  stood  at  a  standstill  ,  ears  deafened  as  she  glanced  at  only  him  .  how  painful  it  was  the  he  could  not  do  the  same  .  the  rose's  mouth  opened  slightly  but  her  voice  had  failed  her  ,  wishing  to  say  everything  but  also  .  .  .  nothing  .  quickly  ,  she  pursed  her  lips  ,  biting  down  the  tender  flesh  to  stop  if  from  quivering  .  this  was  no  place  for  her  tears  and  dalton  did  not  get  the  pleasure  of  seeing  her  weep  .  weep  for  her  heart  that  had  been  ripped  out  of  her  chest  and  torn  into  tiny  pieces  .  finally  gaining  her  composure  —  well  ,  just  a  sliver  of  it  if  she's  being  honest  —  alysane  cleared  her  throat  and  responded  ,  "  shouldn't  i  be  the  one  to  congratulate  you  ?  on  your  marriage  ?  "  she  clasped  her  hands  close  to  her  stomach  ,  her  way  of  restraining  herself  as  she  afraid  that  she'd  reach  out  to  touch  him  ,  keeping  her  yearning  at  bay  .  "  do  they  now  ?  "  alysane  said  between  her  teeth  .  if  anyone  will  it  ,  it  was  surely  not  the  gods  ,  she  thought  .  "  i  am  sure  the  drowned  god  himself  smiled  on  your  own  union  ,  lord  greyjoy  .  "  that  name  felt  so  foreign  rolling  off  her  tongue  ,  she's  called  him  many  things  but  never  that  .  "  i  hope  the  seas  have  been  treating  you  well  ?  "

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like the veins drawn on back of his hand — the halls , secret passages , deserted corners , carved into his memory , a part of him that refused to fade with distance and time . he traces boyhood steps , ever drawn to the decadent smell that passes through the walls . ❝ i remember , ❞ there he was brought before her , and inevitably their broken promise ached still . knotted string snipped with shears and amethyst stroked future . ❝ i can attest to that statement , the first time i've had it as a boy , no other thing came close . ❞ sorrows have been tempered masterfully , no longer do his hands shake or his words slipping at the back of his throat . he moves with ease , bites and wipes sugar from the corners of his lips with the back of his fingers . no longer cowers before her gaze , blame no longer help up for the world to see .

"  this  pear  dessert  is  our  cook’s  best-kept  secret  ,  "  alysane  said  with  a  faint  smile  ,  her  lips  curving  as  she  dusted  powdered  sugar  over  the  baked  goods  .  as  pleasant  as  the  day  was  ,  she  preferred  the  cool  shade  away  from  the  heat  and  the  bustling  crowds  of  highgarden  .  "  one  lord  even  claimed  it  was  a  gift  from  the  gods  themselves  .  a  bit  of  an  exaggeration  ,  of  course  ,  but  they  are  rather  delectable  —  go  on  ,  don’t  be  shy  ,  try  some  .  "

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