#( fiona grafton )

[norbiegrafton]

closed starter for @ofwrittenwhispers setting: the westerlands, within the grafton's current quarters

"what about this one?" norbie spread his arms wide so fiona could assess his current attire, pausing before giving an unenthusiastic twirl. he had never been the most fashionable of men, much of his clothing about a decade out of date and chosen for function rather than form. still, it did well to come across as the presentable sort, even if only to slip under the radar unnoticed rather than be the subject of stares and giggles.

this was his fifth ensemble, however, and his patience was starting to run thin. "maybe i'm thinking too much about this," he muttered, more to himself than to his sister. there was likely truth in that. norbie thought too much about pretty much everything, but it was the more irrelevant things that seemed to stick with him the longest, like what the westermen might think of his choice of undershirt. he let out a long sigh.

"tell me the truth, fiona, do you think anybody is going to care what i'm wearing?" blue eyes widened as he looked at her, imploring her to reassure him that the outfit was fine, and nobody would care. he flopped into one of the couches, legs stretching out straight in front of him. "or perhaps the navy one?" despite the fact he had seemingly given up, he seemed to have come full circle, beginning to plan option number six.

[mintharaestermont]

closed starter for @ofwrittenwhispers

it wasn't that minthara estermont went out of her way to look for trouble. rather, trouble seemed to stumble upon her, and she was not the type of woman to take the high road and ignore it. it wasn't in her nature to overlook a perceived slight, to not address the elephant in the room when it paraded in front of her, trumpeting to signal its arrival.

the first time minthara had caught the girl looking in the direction of herself and fiona grafton. the second time, she had stared her down until she had averted her gaze. but this was the third time now, and minthara's patience had reached it's absolute limit. she wasn't about to make a scene - not yet, but she was hovering close to the edge.

"do you know that girl?" short of pointing, minthara could not have made it more obvious who she was speaking about. she made no attempt to be subtle, no effort to lower her voice. "the one over there with the receding hairline. she keeps looking over at us." her eyes flicked from the woman to fiona, one brow quirked upwards in her query.

"because i don't know her," she continued. "so i'm really not sure why she feels the need to keep glowering over here." she craned her neck, making it perfectly plain that she had noticed the girl if it wasn't already, and gave her a sarcastic wave. "which begs the question, really, of who exactly she thinks she's looking at."

[percival-templeton]

its time for you to make the eight; married ladies included!

“I shall not consider married women, thank you very much,” the Knight of Ninestars responded. He'd caused enough trouble merely by talking to Lenora after her wedding, he'd not cause any similar problems again. “From my own realm, it would be Lady Fiona”. Of course. “From New Valyria, it would be Lady Minthara Estermont,” he went on, purposely grouping the regions of the Crownlands and Stormlands, for he had no interest in ever bedding a woman of Valyrian descent. “From the West, it would be Lady Amerie Banefort. And while I've never had much interest in Dorne, if I had to pick, I might say the Lady Jordayne”. He might have said Zahra, for he'd actually enjoyed her company, but she was unfortunately a bastard. “From the Riverlands, I'd say Lady Ayca Mallister, and Lady Matilda Tyrell from the Reach. And from the North, I would choose her grace, Princess Dacey Stark”.

( @lencra, @ofwrittenwhispers, @mintharaestermont, @ameriebanefort, @scfeerah, @dancingshores, @ofsacredseas, @cfthornsandroses & @daceystvrk )

[armaans]

who: @ofwrittenwhispers when and where: kings landing, following his interaction with lady willow wylde, armaan finds the transporter of his gold to the riverlands - the lady fiona grafton of gulltown. this is set after willow visited dorne during the festivities regarding leila. context; it is through vale trade to the riverlands that armaan hides his payment to willow in return for her literal treason lol. there is a missing payment, and armaan takes his time in kings landing to seek out his associate. this is the first time fiona knows who it is she is working for, considering previously the most she saw was dornish pageboys with no sigil, or merely handwriting.

if there was one with armaan yronwood took seriously, it was his money. the world revolved around his coffers; they were the beginning and the end of the world to him, and it would take much to cause him to lose focus on it. he chose his investments carefully, blood soaked hands staining gold coins that stretched as far as lys and volantis; all funded from coffers buried within the depths that was the fortress of yronwood. he had two investments that were of particular interest to him, mostly because of what could be revealed should it not be handled carefully.

willow wylde, or blackwood, or whatever it was she preferred to go by was quite literally putting her head on the block in exchange for the gold he was providing her. and it would be all too obvious should he do it personally, consideirng dorne and the riverlands remained on tense conditions with one another: instead the money was funelled through the vale destined for the riverlands.

interestingly, it had been a watcher who had suggested the lady fiona to him; and the most he assumed was that her family were the spy masters of the vale. perhaps she was even the spy mistress.

she did not know it was him by name she had also been paid by. she was engaged in the work, and did it efficiently. up until he had a stormlander rushing into his chambers, protesting that she had not yet been paid in the last month. the pattern was thrown off - and he found himself knowing to do something correctly, he would see it done himself. none other could discuss the matter at hand apart from himself, and even he did not wish to disclose to willow who the vale associate was.

and still, he found himself looking toward the lady of gulltown, who seemed to constantly surround herself with two of the same other white women.

they were loud, and grating; insufferable, in the sense that when together, it was clear they wanted attention to be upon their laughter and their chattering. still, he had noticed the pattern she took to walk her elderly dog; which was why armaan knew where to wait in an emptier space of the gardens, appearing as though he had come outside to smoke. he only smoked hookah; gods knew this was awful. still, he began to appear as though he were finishing when she came closer to him, walking her dog.

"lady grafton, isn't it?" armaan asked, talking directly to her as she began to cross directly by him; he did not watch to see her expression change, or wonder why a dornishman was speaking to her. "we must talk."

[briannabrackens]

who: @jalabharmooton when and where; the lann's day celebrations, whilst everyone is wearing masks. what: bri and minty are going around dapping all of the 10s.

her conversation with the lannister prince had all but ended with her picking up her skirts and darting back within the celebrations within the centre of the city square; at some point fiona had unwrapped her turquoise mask from her face, and continued to hold it proudly each time she made eye contact with her friend across the fountain. this had been the second time, and brianna found herself seated upon the fountain now, clapping sarcastically in the direction of lady grafton - and in her drunken blunder, she had not entirely realised she remained seated within a dance.

and so the couples danced around her whilst she awkwardly remained upon the fountain, there being multiple instances where she attempted to squeeze through the empty gaps to escape from the dance circle: and if anyone saw, they would have seen her attempting to time her slip through perfectly, only to miss it. what dance was this? why did it seem like a blur? her gaze briefly met with a familiar dark pair of eyes through the crowds, who had no doubt realised her blunder - of course he had.

a slight smile crossed her lips now, and just when she was going to mouth for him to help her, she suddenly lifted her skirts and simply darted through, barging straight into hugo vance and some lady he was torturing with his dancing.

it was only then she realised he was chuckling too, and a slight thought crossed her rose hued mind. he didn't look any different; she knew it was him because she had sought him out earlier to out the blackwood witch. why did he look different? still, the thought seemed to unconsciously cause her to walk over the cobbles toward him. a slight ponder, and she wondered whether she should remove his mask. "i'll have mercy on ya, ja mooton." she spoke, offering her his hand; and whilst she referred to unmasking him, she did not realise the slight mischief that tainted her words.

[scfeerah]

MODERN WEEK.

name: safeerah jordayne. nationality: indian. hometown: puri, india. current home: she's a nomad. occupation: wellness influencer. yoga instructor. meditation guide. relationship: dating morgan wylde. exes: dated dacey stark for six months, they parted ways due to life circumstances. dated and travelled together with dastan allyrion, they were also friends in school. situationships: a long-term situationship with fiona grafton in the past. a short fling with doran uller in the past. recently had a brief situationship with deimos velaryon, she had to travel to teach a yoga retreat a few months after they met, and they agreed to discuss a relationship when she returned. saf instead met morgan and started a relationship with him. archetype in school: the daydreamer. reputation: good. saf is one of those rare, largely unproblematic influencers. there is some criticism regarding her holistic approaches when it comes to health, but it's minimal due to her not being against conventional medicine. she believes the two can co-exist, but some people are against her advocating for holistic approaches entirely in her videos. known for: being a wellness influencer and her yoga videos on youtube have million of views, her 5-minute meditation tiktok videos will have crossed most people's fyp at least once, her content is more famous than her as a person.

𝓅𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 / 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

in school, she did not have a set style, but safeerah has always been fond of wearing a crop top and skirt. her style was quite bohemian. she was restless in school, preferring to chill with her friends. during parties, she was always one of the first people on the dancefloor. she had the vibes of a stoner kid without actually being stoned.

she lives the digital nomadic lifestyle, she is wherever she wants to be in the world. she usually only stays put in the same place for a longer period of time when dating or teaching at a yoga retreat.

one of saf's great passions in life is surfing. she grew up surfing in puri and has a collection of surfboards that are very dear to her. when she was a kid, she almost drowned when getting hit by a heavy wave and being unable to get enough air before the next wave broke on top of her. she managed to get to shore. despite her parents' fear, she was back in the water the next day, determined that she simply needed to understand the ocean better.

besides yoga, meditation and surfing, she is also fond of hiking and dancing. if you visit one of the airbnbs that she rents, there is often indian music blaring from the speakers, the smell of spices as food is simmering in the pot, and with safeerah dancing in the kitchen.

despite focusing a lot on inner peace and balance, safeerah is quite restless and is always be looking for the next adventure. a conventional life has always seemed so boring to her, some would even say she has tried to escape reality with her never staying in the same place for long. it is only recently she has started living life with more peace in her mind.

[wyldewillow]

Reverse make the 8! Choose one person from each region to push off a cliff

“it's a shame that i can only choose one from each kingdom.”

“there are some people i would prefer to remove from the board. lord eren marbrand would be one due to recent events and getting rid of armaan would tie a neat little bow on our deal.” she continued without hesitating. willow already had the list in her head. “obviously benadict so my son will be lord of raventree hall. conall blackbar for killing my sister.” the blackbar did not need to be declared at a trial for her to have already decided on his guilt. “fiona grafton since she's always whispering with the bracken girl. the same with lady mint leaf. they both remind me of the ladies i used to despise when i was younger.” she did not need any good reason to push someone out of a window, she simply needed a reason. “northerners are so dull, i'd like to push all of them off of a cliff for that ― and any of the targaryens, of course, even the small princes. westeros would have been better off if they had all perished in valyria with the rest of their kind.”

[conallblackbar]

TRUTH SERUM: It's time to make the 8! What one person would you bed from all the different regions of Westeros?

"all right," conall took a moment to think. He did not need to think too hard, he found. Bedding women wasn't high on his list of priorities these days, but it had been once. "Fiona Grafton, Ellie Swann, Calla Lefford, Amaia Sand, Feray Locke, Saella Qoherys, Ayca Mallister, and Meredyth Rowan."

[jxrm]

book log - 2022

his last wife by gia pere

a very merry bromance by lyssa kay adams

behind the messages by ella-may williams

the wife upstairs by rachel hawkins

pride, prejudice, & turkish delight by k.c. mccormick ciftci

the long way to a small, angry planet by becky chambers

honeymoon for one by rachel bowdier

let it snow by beth moran

resting scrooge face by meghan quinn

window shopping by tessa bailey

the family upstairs by lisa jewell

poster girl by veronica roth

x by sue grafton

queen bee by nina manning

the vibrant years by sonali dev

untamed by glennon doyle

book lovers by emily henry

the zookeeper's wife by diane ackerman

daisy darker by alice feeney

mating in captivity by esther perel

miss meteor by tehlor kay mejia

carrie soto is back by taylor jenkins reid

a good girl's guide to murder by holly jackson

the lesbiana's guide to catholic school by sonora reyes

fat chance, charlie vega by crystal maldonado

lakelore by anne-marie mclemore

you love me by caroline kepnes

happiness for beginners by katherine center

not my daughter by barbara delinsky

last tang standing by lauren ho

no filter and other lies by crystal maldonado

the southern book club's guide to slaying vampires by grady hendrix

does my body offend you? by mayra cuevas

i'm the girl by courtney summers

the expatriates by janice y.k. lee

emily, gone by bette lee crosby

after hours on milagro street by angelina m. lopez

i'm glad my mom died by jennette mccurdy

my best friend's exorcism by grady hendrix

#murderfunding by gretchen mcneil

looking for jane by heather marshall

midwife murders by james patterson

final cut by s.j. watson

darling rose gold by stephanie wrobel

all the pretty people by barbara freethy

when i was you by minka kent

been there, married that by gigi levangie

malibu rising by taylor jenkins reid

covery story by susan rigetti

the paris apartment by lucy foley

stiletto sisterhood by fallon demornay

her perfect secret by t.j. brearton

take a chance on me by beth moran

the watcher girl by minka kent

no conscience by phil m. williams

reminders of him by colleen hoover

her last move by john marrs

we were dreamers by simu liu

the book of cold cases by simone st. james

all i stole from you by ava bellows

violeta by isabel allende

once of us is next - karen m. mcmanus

just the way you are by beth moran

the latecomer by jean hanff jorelitz

klara and the sun by kazuo ishiguro

the sorority murder by allison brennan

one italian summer by rebecca serle

what lies between us by john marrs

the maid by nita prose

sex and vanity by kevin kwan

funny you should ask by elissa sussman

the seven day switch by kelly harms

three perfect liars by heidi perks

everything must go by camille pagan

no ex before marriage by portia macintosh

the other mother by carol goodman

california girls by susan mallery

one little secret by cate holahan

apples never fall by liane moriarty

the promise by teresa driscoll

ghost boy by martin pistorius

close to you by ana jolene

oona out of order by margarita montimore

the stepson by jane renshaw

all adults here by emma straub

his & hers by alice feeney

mexican gothic by silvia moreno-garcia

anatomy by dana schwartz

the resting place by camilla sten

will by will smith

good me, bad me by ali land

while we were dating by jasmine guillory

the lion's den by katherine st. john

when we left cuba by chanel cleeton

left neglected by lisa genova

the suspect by fiona barton

park avenue summer by renee rosen

group therapy by b.b. easton

the half sister by sandie jones

shipped by angie hockman

when we were sisters by emilie richards

the chain by adrian mckintu

not a happy family by shari lapena

clap when you land by elizabeth acevedo

if the shoe fits by julie murphy

the girlfriend by michelle frances

let me hear a rhyme by tiffany d. jackson

death by dumpling by vivien chien

yoga pant nation by laurie gelman

the cousins by karen m. mcmanus

in a holidaze by christina lauren

people we meet on vacation by emily henry

the candy house by jennifer egan

you've been volunteered by laurie gelman

broken by jenny lawson

you can't be serious by kal penn

the final girl support group by grady hendrix

home before dark by riley sager

one of us is lying by kate m. mcmanus

the vanishing half by brit bennett

the cross and the switchblade by david wilkerson

the henna wars by adiba jaigridar

the fashion orphans by randy susan meyers

the good girl by mary kubica

the comeback by ella berman

the magician's nephew by c.s. lewis

the bright lands by john fram

[danceofdragonsrphq]

FOLLOW

sylvi cerwyn née tallhart — @ofthesentinels natalya sunglass — @natalyasunglass meera karstark née reed — @northernseer lucius rivers — @lucius-rivers fiona grafton — @ofwrittenwhispers merindah blackwood — @merindahblackwood lucerys estermont — @lucerysxestermont

[norbiegrafton]

"it does! it does." norbie's head was nodding a mile a minute, in agreement with almost everything wylliam was saying. time moved quickly, and who they were as people shifted in order to accommodate the changes that brought. norbie had never been good with change, and it gladdened his heart that things with wylliam were, by and large, not so different. they were men grown, but in that moment, he felt a boy again.

"architecture," a smile came over norbie's face. "well, amongst other things. i've some business dealings in gulltown that take up more of my time than i'd like to, but someone has to make sure the coin keeps coming in. but, oh, wylliam, the architecture is what i love," he didn't know if wylliam needed reminding of this. it had been a fascination for as long as norbie could remember, certainly the length of his friendship with wylliam. "but the building work makes money too, you know. and war is good for business. rebuilding work and the like. so there's been plenty of that to keep me busy, too." he spoke of war flippantly, perhaps the first notion something had changed about him, his childhood sensitivity giving way to detached apathy.

"but you are hand," he looked as though he could not quite believe the words he was speaking. "and lenora is queen. it seems your dragon king is intent of filling his inner circle with my friends. perhaps aenogaia qoherys as mistress of coin, next?" he chuckled, finding it difficult to imagine gaia in such a position. when it came to wylliam's position, though, he could not think of a better man for the job. "you were always destined for such things, i think. it is good that the king recognises this."

he paused for a moment, before speaking what was on his mind. "and you will look after lenora for me, won't you? i shall rest a little easier then." there were things he did not speak of, for they were the business of new valyria, not norbert grafton of the vale, but that did not mean they did not weigh on his mind.

"well, yes, quite. they are valyrian, after all. the rest of us, well, we can call ourself andal or first men or the like, but realistically we're probably all carrying the blood of both in our veins. not so for the valyrians," he was speaking very literally, but there was an undercurrent of truth to his words. the valyrians were simply different.

"ah, domeric." the rise of his cousin was a curious thing, but norbie had always valued capability over position of birth. "well, i daresay the queen is pleased with him. he's a wily fellow." he was, perhaps, downplaying who domeric was, but neither would he say anything untoward about family, even if that family was a bastard cousin. not in a public setting, anyway. especially when said cousin was hand of the queen.

"truth be told, i'm not so certain her majesty knows i exist," he chuckled. that suited him fine. any task she entrusted with him would only distract from his hobbies. "jack is well. fiona too. take my advice, though, if you see her with those friends of hers - the estermont girl and the bracken - run as fast as you can in the opposite direction. it's usually a portent of trouble."

➳

the natural eagerness and excitement that came from the aura of the second son of gulltown only helped ease the awkwardness that seemed to radiate from that of wylliam's - it did not take long for lord grafton to find himself hugging wylliam back, and wylliam could not help but allow a genuine grin to cross over his chestnut features, his hand naturally coming over to pat the back of norbie's back as they embraced.

"both our faults old pal, you know how focused we both get on things. and time passes so quickly." of all the things he seemed to second guess and overthink with all the great changes of his life, he was thankful that his relationship with his childhood friend had not seemed to change either.

and so when wylliam pulled away, he was more relaxed than he had been in weeks; all of his worries and stresses regarding the tensions of the dragon court, the worries regarding his older brother's health and his good sister, and finally the trauma his feelings for lyra celtigar had inflicted upon her - it all seemed to quietly ease as he looked upon the features of his friend. he began to realise why elenda stressed how important it was for him to leave the stormlands, and maintain connections with people; see them, have conversations that were beyond written letters.

"but tell me why your life has been busy and i'll tell you mine?" he offered, almost as though it were a branch of some sort - any who would have passed this conversation who knew wylliam well enough would be astounded to see him conversing in such a way, being willing to open up and share his thoughts.

"a shame…she seems okay though. truthfully, i think he had her bored and she was at her wits end. different sorts of people to us, you know? velaryons, targaryens, celtigars."

there was a slight chuckle that came from wylliam's lips as the man opposite him spoke on the dragon of the mountains of the moon; he truthfully thought jaehaerys would be on a rampage to obtain it back, and yet, deimos had voiced more of a concern about it than any other individual. he wondered if it were because jaehaerys was not even risking being told no. "you say that now, but your family are on the rise. hey, even your bastard cousin has somehow ended up as hand…in the vale?" wylliam spoke, it going from statement to question - almost as though he was wondering how that ended up happening.

"...how's that happened then?"

"soon they'll have you doing something too." the pair of them, working for the two most unhinged rulers on the continent. it was laughable. "how are jack? fiona?" he asked, his hands coming down on either side of his armchair. "i see her with her friends sometimes. ominous."

[percival-templeton]

truth serum: what is the biggest mistake you have made regarding the women you have loved?

“I suppose I never was quite honest about how I felt, or said whether or not I felt something to begin with,” the Knight of Ninestars admitted. “I was clear about my intentions, of course, in terms of alliances and mutual benefit. Not my personal intentions, though”. He'd only confessed to Lenora how he felt when it was too late, as any possibility for a union in their younger years had already dissolved. He never said a word to Jeyne, never quite articulated what he felt, never acknowledged if it went beyond friendship and mutual understanding. And Fiona... there was much more that was unspoken than what was said between them. They taunted each other to read between the lines often but never gave words to the tangible bond that happened to unite them. Had she something to confess? Percival knew he certainly did.

( @lencra & @ofwrittenwhispers )

[briannabrackens]

who: @mintharaestermont when and where: the mouth of the rock, upon the arrival of the dragon court to the westerlands. brianna heard word of minty being questioned some weeks earlier by lord wylliam swann, and for some reason, has been worried it was to do with minty's link to brianna.

"when are they arriving? you said…" the sound of horses cut off her words. the words uttered to her by lady mariela egen continued to ring true in her ear, whilst clutching onto some simple gold band; how her fingers grew white and imprinted with the force. not one brother, but two who looked for him; both loyal men of the lion king.

and then, for some reason, she received a letter from her dearest friend complaining of the lengthy questioning process she had undertaken for hours. did kings work together about matters such as this one? tyland and jaehaerys were allies, all one needed to do was looking at the golden haired queen who sat to his left to see that. but why would jaehaerys targaryen, the dragon king, care about a missing marbrand?

a servant had informed her that the court would be arriving soon, and amongst the rows of servants who waited to take their belongings, brianna waited for minthara.

mostly because she wanted to see her, but also because she would rather not be at the welcome feast beneath the watchful gaze of lord eren marbrand. a sinister look, that reminded her of fire for some reason. fiona grafton had not been in the room, and gods knew where she was. gin was…well, she did not even want to think about that. but brianna did not feel confident, or comfortable, having to put on the show whilst sat beside her brother and her queen.

she heard the door of the wagon click open, and she pushed herself forward to seeing minthara; there was a shout of her name, and excited waving.

she stepped forward, waiting for the woman to catch her gaze, before letting out a small noise of happiness. "minty!" brianna called, rushing forward to wrap her arms around the other woman. not her favourite nickname, but her nickname among the girls, nonetheless. "look at you, escaping from the rooms of the red keep. were you with the velaryon?" she asked, taking hold of something and passing it to the servant absentmindedly.

"there's a welcome feast going on. shall we get you freshened up then we can grab our seats?"

[brookston]

Holidays 10.4

Holidays

Blessing of the Animals at the Cathedral Day

Carrying in the Pudding (London, UK)

Day of Peace and Reconciliation (Mozambique)

Dick Tracy Day

eDay (New Zealand)

Golf Lovers Day (a.k.a. National Golf Day)

Improve Your Office Day

International Toot Your Flute Day

Kids Music Day

National Clothespin Day

National Day of Chilean Music (Chile)

National Day of Life (Colombia)

National Ship in a Bottle Day

National Truckers Appreciation Day

Peace and Reconciliation Day (Mozambique)

See the Light Day

Snoopy Day

Territory Day (Christmas Island)

Thanksgiving Day (Saint Lucia)

Thimpu Tsechu (Bhutan)

Ten-Four Day

World Animal Day

World Day of Bullying Prevention

World Dyslexia Day

World Pet’s Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Cinnamon Roll Day (Finland)

Kanelbullens Dag (Cinnamon Bun Day; Sweden)

National Frappe Day

National Taco Day

National Vodka Day

Sardines Day (Japan)

1st Tuesday in October

National Fruit at Work Day [1st Tuesday]

Independence Days

Belgium (from the Netherlands, 1830)

Lesotho (from UK, 1966)

Feast Days

Amun (a.k.a. Ammon; Christian; Saint)

Aurea (Christian; Saint)

Beethoven (Positivist; Saint)

Buster Keaton Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Chong Yeung Festival (Festival of Ancestors; Macau)

David & Dickory (Muppetism)

Edwin, King of Northumberland (Christian; Saint)

Elder’s Day (China) [9th Day of 9th Lunar Month]

Feast of Hathor (Egyptian God of Drunkenness)

Fortified Wines Day (Pastafarian)

Francis of Assisi (Christian; Saint)

Ieiunium Cereris (Fast of Ceres; Ancient Rome)

Marcus and Marcian (Christian; Martyrs)

Martyrs of Triers (Christian; Saint)

Petronius of Bologna (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Prime Number Day: 277 [59 of 72]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Unfortunate Day (Pagan) [46 of 57]

Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [46 of 60]

Premieres

ABC After School Specials (TV Series; 1972)

Beverly Hills 90120 (TV Series; 1990)

Bound (Film; 1996)

Bridge of Spies (Film; 2015)

Dolemite Is My Name (Film; 2019)

Extraordinary Machine, by Fiona Apple (Album; 2005)

Gravity (Film; 2013)

Is You Is Or Is You Ain’t My Baby, by Louis Jordan (Song; 1943)

The Last Emperor (Film; 1987)

Leave It To Beaver (TV Series; 1957)

Neon Genesis Evangelion (Japanese Anime; 1995)

200 Motels, by Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention (Soundtrack Album; 1968)

Walls & Bridges, by John Lennon (Album; 1974)

Today’s Name Days

Edwin, Franz (Austria)

Franciska, Franjo, Franka(Croatia)

František (Czech Republic)

Franciscus (Denmark)

Randel, Rando, Randolf, Ranno (Estonia)

Frans, Saija, Saila (Finland)

Aure, Bérénice, François, Frank, Orianne, Sarah (France)

Aurora, Edwin, Emma, Franz, Thea (Germany)

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[domericstone]

"I am not a Bolton, Fiona. I am a bastard, as you know. My father is not of the North." Domeric never confirmed to anyone where his father was from just like he would never tell anyone who his father was, it was a secret for a reason and he intended to keep it that way. Regardless of what anyone had to say or what anyone though about any of the things he decided to do. "Besides, our Lord of Grafton isn't exactly a beacon or model manners knighthood. Perhaps it's more Grafton than we think." Truthfully he assumed it was the Royce of him more than anything else but that required trusting her to discuss such secrets.

Domeric watched her, cautious of what she was saying, a shoulder rising and falling. "I think there are many men who took arrows through the knee or lost their courage in the flames of the dance. Perhaps a lord who speaks to his wife too much about matters. Regardless, I plan on taking the head of whoever it happens to be."

There was also the choice of taking their tongue and crushing their hands but bones healed and angry people were always eager to write again. "It's how the Reach queen lost her head I believe. Pamphlets. It is often quills and ravens that see the end of ones life."

petite figure sat in the plush chair, a small table before her where she obnoxiously swirled her small silver spoon within the porcelain tea cup, round eyes looking up to her cousin as she clanked the glass, over and over again, until she was satisfied with the mixing of cream and sugar with the hot liquid within. finger hooked around handle as she took a small sip, nose scrunching as she thought it still wasn't quite sweet enough. and so, she scoop a small bit more of sugar and swirled some more.

"must be the bolton side." she gave a shrugged, rolling her lips as she lifted the cup again, but did not sip again this time. of course, she did not think the grafton side cared much for their bastard cousin, either, but she had no issue enough to warrant death upon him. she was sure jack could probably think of an excuse if he cared enough. of course, it were the man before her that was hand of the queen. an impressive enough feat, in her opinion.

lips pursed, eyebrows rose as expression twisted in one of thought. of course, she only knew so much about the watchers, even as one she were not privy to all those who were in on the whispers. "not that i've noticed," she replied, "i can't imagine it would be one person, not with all the gossip that comes about. do you think only one person could come to know all that?" she questioned, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, wanting to understand what domeric might believe. "a man would be surprising to me, but it would be clever that it be a man."

[percival-templeton]

truth serum: of all your flings and past betrothals, who do you wish worked out the most?

Percival remained silent for a moment, thinking over the question, considering the answer. There had been a reason for all of his past attachments, most of them with an advantageous or beneficial reasoning behind it. Some of them, however, had ended up surprising him in that he'd actually gotten quite attached to the ladies in question. He could think of Lenora, his first love. He could think of Janna, his first great loss. He could think of Jeyne and the bad timing of it all. He could think of Fiona and the unbreakable bond he felt had formed with her. “I do not dwell on the past, really. Not much, anyway,” he admitted, for he never truly allowed himself to mourn or regret too much. “I would have wed any of them, had the timing and the circumstances been right, and I do believe I would have found a way to be sufficiently satisfied,” he added, using similar wording than he'd used when discussing his sister's betrothal to Lord Swann. Satisfied. Happiness had never been a goal, truth be told. The notion did taunt him sometimes, thinking that he might have been happy with one of them. “I believe it would have worked out with Lady Grafton or Lady Waynwood. Maybe more so with Fiona. I don't know. We only became friends after the betrothal ended. Who knows if we would have gotten along as we do now had we become husband and wife then”.

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