#( threads : lovelaid )

[dearorphic]

@ol3anders, @scrpcntincs, @lovelaid + 0/2

[...] " I've been stuck in our apartments, being changed like a doll, with nowhere to go, & nothing to do. " A huff, and the tray nearest is full of fruits from home; a menagerie of citrus, olives, and spiced meats beside a decanter of sweet reds. " I must insist you stay and at least have a bit to eat and try. I do promise it's worth the trouble. Though, " fingers point to one side, " it can be a bit much if you're unused to the spices. "

[unholynghts]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : @lovelaid

the library of the red keep was a realm of wonder. eliar had never witnessed such a marvelous collection. he found himself spending many restless nights there, nestled among books older than time itself. he traced the spine of a particular volume, 'the history of essos.' before opening it. but his little sanctuary was abruptly interrupted when he heard the door creak open. " ah! " he exclaimed, snapping the book shut with a resounding thud. " tell me, do you make it your business to disrupt any moment of happiness i find, or am i simply cursed with your presence? "

[dearorphic]

[...] " Oh, your mother is quite wise. It would be rude of me not to indulge you. " Mischief alights in eyes purple, a warmth of gratitude curling mischievously on features as she gossamer shifts under her, a swish of fabrics moving as she does. In quick nimble movements, the arrangement of fruits and sweets seemed to pile on his side of the tray, carefully curated, excessive.

" Oranges dipped in melted sugar, spiced with cloves and nutmeg are my favourite. Then, there are the caramels made with honey, infused with both wine and spice. I loathe when something's too sweet unless there is Dornish red to wash it down, otherwise, it gets too cloying without the bite of something sharp to it, " fingers point as though that were a very important distinction. " Perhaps it's something you must try for yourself, Lord Marbrand. Here. " Delicately plucked from the tray, a small caramel is presented between digits and a canted head.

there   is   an   audible   slide,    expensive   fabrics   settling   into   place   with   the   𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎   𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜   in   broad   musculature       /    ought   not   to   have   invited   him   to   get   comfortable.    he   may   never   leave.     “       my   mother   raised   me   never   to   say   no   to   sweets,    —     ”       twinkle   in   russet,   same   gleam    in   the   congenial   crack   of   his   grin    !      “       —       especially   those   from   house   dayne.   she   said   yours   are   most   𝗗𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗙𝗨𝗟   of   all.   is   that   true,   lady   dayne    ?      ”