#Altan 001

[enriquemarrero]

Sitting up a bit straighter, Ricky raised an eyebrow as Altan spoke. "She's definitely letting me help," he said with a grin and a chuckle, "but honestly I'm really good with anything." He really was, just excited to marry Alina, excited for the next step in their relationship. "We're still working on the when and where first." @altanceyhan

Closed | @enriquemarrero

“So Ricky—“ Altan began, eyeing the younger man soon to be considered family. “I hope you are not letting my younger sister boss you around too much and let’s you have a say with the wedding stuff?” He asked with a raised brow, not that he could say much as he had adapted to the haply wife happy life mentally when all of that had been going on.

[wyldewillow]

closed starter: @altanryams setting: flashback thread to 124 ac. at the ball in king's landing where willow and altan first met.

willow had spent most of her life splitting her time between king's landing and rain house. since she had turned sixteen, her father had made her a permanent fixture of his small household in the red keep. she was to help her stepmother with running the household, a role that would train her to become a wife and lady of a noble house someday. however, willow suspected jasper wylde simply needed someone to pick up the slack from his forever pregnant wife. but no matter her suspicions, she had learned from an early age to never argue with her father. the master of laws seemed to have a way of always winning any argument, of always getting his way. he was a complex man. a stern man ruled by his own inflexible morals who had a well-known weakness for beautiful women. a weakness on full display as he was on his fourth wife by now.

one of her duties was to accompany her stepmother during balls and feasts. she trailed after the pregnant woman who complained of the food, of the music, of the pain in her ankles. while willow had no love for any of the wives that come after her own mother, she did felt a bit of sympathy for the woman who would have preferred to stay in bed. but she had been dragged along in her finest dress to be seen as her father's shining jewel. she had been forced to attend the ball only to see her husband chase skirts all evening when he had gotten drunk enough. willow did not blame her stepmother when she finally had enough and wordlessly left the hall to go to bed. however, she did not feel sorry enough to accompany the older woman.

now free from her duty of entertaining her miserable stepmother, she began to look for a few of her friends. but instead of spotting a familiar face, her green eyes landed on a handsome face in the crowd standing beside her father. willow witnessed as her father ignored this young lord in favour of speaking to a blonde lady dressed in pink. when lord jasper wylde took the arm of the woman and walked away without as much as acknowledging the lord, she decided to intervene in case the snubbed lord would be offended. it was not always that she bothered apologising on behalf of her father, but there was something about the blue-eyed man that had drawn her in. her gaze was fixed on him as she managed to fight her way through the crowd of nobles. "you must forgive my father, my lord. he becomes blind to all men when he is drunk. unless you are pretty, wearing a dress and desperate enough to entertain a man twice your age, you simply disappear from his view on nights like these." she grinned as she caught his eyes while coming to stand beside him. it was not a nice thing to say about her father, but she hardly believed this stranger would go tattle on her to the master of laws.

willow felt quite sure he was neither from the crownlands nor the stormlands. he was not someone she was expected to know. she would have remembered him if they had been introduced before. "lady willow wylde." she introduced herself with a nod of her head, her green eyes curiously studying his face.

[dqrkling-blog]

date: december 21st year: one location: grand palace ballroom time: 10:50pm availability: closed for @altanyulsuhe​

The evening creeps by slower than any before it, and while he knows that it is unfair of him to do so, he places the blame on Gemma’s shoulders to carry on her own. It is by the Sun Summoner’s hand that the structure of his life has steadily begun to crack. Now the shards of her jut out from his scarred palms, and try as he might to pull the pieces out, he still loses them in all of the red that’s trickling down the length of his arm. How bloody this existence is; how lonely. He finds himself thinking of Altan after that thought. His bloodied prince and right-hand. If ever he could have an heir, it would be him. The wounded thing that he rescued from the cruel grasp of the Shu — who has since grown into such a capable man that a foreign organ swells in the Darkling’s chest at the sight of him. He used to wonder often of what it would mean for them if he could give the boy even just a shred of his immortality. A taste of eternity. But he’s lost an Altan before this one’s ancestors were even born, so he shrugs off the urge to care. He knows what fate has in store for the both of them.

Altan is already standing there when the Darkling turns and lifts his gaze, looking tired and restless all at once. He wouldn’t call it a smile in the genuine sense of the word, but the corner of his lip inches up the side of his face when he makes his way over to the Heartrender. The two are never far from the other, their bond positioned somewhere between brotherhood and the kinship of two military men, and there are times when the Darkling wonders which of them is truly the protector. He knows that he is the one that isn’t expendable, and he will steel his jaw and look away should ever Altan perish — but while he had been an unsteady chick when he was thrown into a nest of hawks, Altan learned to fly against all the odds. It is his duty to keep the Darkling safe from harm, but it is the Darkling’s right to shelter what is his and his alone. He is a selfish man; territorial and vicious to those that stand too close to his hoard. He recalls Altan’s first fete, he remembers holding him close and away from the whispers of court, and he often has to remind himself that Altan can stand on his own now. It’s a concept that almost pains him to linger on.

He wraps an arm around Altan’s shoulder in the way that a father would take his son under his wing, and he draws him close enough that his words are shared only with Altan. “Are you well?” the Darkling starts, looking the younger man over and wiping sweat off of his brow without registering the movement of his fingers. “I trust you’re still steady on your feet. I can’t recall a fete that was ever as endless as this one seems to be.” And then he does. “Do you remember your first, Altan? When I brought you to Ravka?” He doesn’t laugh, and he doesn’t grin, but there’s a warmth to his tone as he tells the story. “You were just a pup back then. I thought I’d have to use the Cut on the duchess that had you escort her to the dancing floor. She held onto you like water to a seal’s hide.” The chuckle comes before he can repress it, and it ricochets off of his teeth and into the air with an awkward hiss. He doesn’t let himself think about how long it’s been since he last made that sound. “Is it sentimental of me to think of how much you’ve grown? It’s been so many years, Altan. You’re no longer an infant wearing a soldier’s garb, are you?” His face clenches, a sharpness and gentleness taking hold of it all at once. “I'll always view you as one, though. Little soldier boy.”

[tcmpest]

who: altan & aeron ( @servtudes​ ) where: their rooms at staerdale when: shortly after arrival

Altan could scarcely think of a place more different from the calm and routine of Starfall than the crowded and loud halls of Staerdale. The rooms the Daynes had been appointed were as much a reprieve as he could hope for given the circumstances, but still the noise from countless nobles in varying states of chaos and anxiety seemed to drift through the window at all hours. Not, of course, that the noise could keep him from the ravens already arriving from Starfall, full of updates and questions and a million other responsibilities that didn’t pause just because he’d left.

No, only Aeron could pull him away, and it seemed his brother was determined to do just that. Never one for idleness, too used to the constant demands on his time, Altan busied himself in pouring two glasses of wine for them before taking a seat next to his brother, taking in the view from the balcony. It was, admittedly, a beautiful one. “I never thought I’d end up visiting the Va--New Valyria,” he mused, catching himself at the last moment. He was a man set in his ways; it would take some time yet to grow used to the new name. Luckily, it seemed unlikely he’d ever make such a slip in front of any Targaryens. “Have you explored much? I’ve hardly had time to leave my desk,” a given, “so I’ll defer to your first impressions of the castle--and to your judgment on whether there’s anything I need to know.” Politics, such an unsavory game. This realm would run much smoother if everyone could act rationally, honorably, but alas. Until such a day, he would plan.

[la-sangradura]

open to: altan hasad | @deidiavoli​ location: behind fremont street

“That’s all the information I can give you. It’s gonna be released in the press conference tomorrow morning, so its public information but you’re getting it first. You do what you want with it, make whatever theories. There’s a couple of details in there that you can’t print, but you can hint at them. I marked them for you,” Blue said, manilla folder and its red tie slipped out of his briefcase and into Altan’s grasp. “You run that, and you stay away from anything about the Brotherhood this month. We got a deal?”

Selling anything to a tabloid wasn’t just a risk, but deeply frowned upon by Blue’s narrowing moral standards. It did, however, work in his favor if he kept his conditions strong. A little cash for rent, and in turn, he could provide some safety for Fionn and the security he had with the Brothers of Ichor by keeping attention off of them. There was enough after the fire, but as soon as articles dropped the case, most of Vegas went back to simply rolling their eyes at the growl of machinery rather than whisper about their name and the Deputy Chief’s case. 

[dompteur-dragon-blog]

it isn’t often the archer gets to enjoy himself like this. being a wanted man is, in no way, easy. the constant paranoia that anyone around him could be working with someone to kill him. however, this was different.

hanzo seats himself next to jingim, legs crossed with sake set between them. when he got his hands on sake, he usually sat with himself, drinking away his self loathing and bad memories. a ‘drinking buddy’ was always welcome though.

❝ it has been a while. how have you been? ❞ he usually isn’t one for small talk, but sitting silently and drinking isn’t fun. he would know.

@altan-jincng /  ♥

[jonahxrivas]

Rather than ask the first thing that popped into his head, Jonah simply nodded as Altan spoke and kept the likely naive questions to himself, "Well, I'm glad you seem to doing okay at least. Dodgeball is... well it's not, but it can get intense as is without magic, adding that would definitely only escalate it." Still, all for the game wasn't it? It was main reason why he carried a back up pair of glasses. "Oh? Which ones haven't you done before? But same for me, I've never done horseback riding or archery so that was a nice experience." He had to agree to that statement, without something like this to break from the doom and gloom they had be inundated with of late, this was a much needed change, and really, he did want more things like this, as fun as balls and gift exchanges seemed to sound, being out in nature was more comfortable to him. "I hope so, this was a fun way to get everyone involved and just be? Yeah, mixing up the groups would be a good way to establish more of a bond between different groups."

He grimaced slightly at the mention of his eye. While he probably could have healed it by now, he didn't know if Rangi would see that as an affront. "I wouldn't classify this as a disaster. I'm alright though, thanks for asking. Things just got a little heated during dodgeball - I used my water manipulation without thinking through what it would do to the sirens, so I'd argue I mostly have myself to blame." Not that he wanted to fully excuse Rangi's actions, he knew why Poppy and Aiyla were upset, but if the event was supposed to be about bonding them all closer together, Altan knew acknowledging his own mistake was part of it.

"The events definitely took me by surprise too - I can't say I've done most of them before, so it was fun trying them out and seeing how everyone adapted." His expression turned upwards into a smile, thinking back on the last couple of days and how much they reminded him of how life had been like when he was growing up in Lunar Cove. "I'm glad we managed to have something like this - it was starting to feel like we couldn't have one normal event anymore. Although if this turns into a yearly event, I think it'd be interesting to diversify the teams a little and see how that changes things."

[bookcub]

For the fandom ask post u just reblogged, could you spill ur 001 answers for The Poppy War?

Favorite character: Kitay!!! 

Least Favorite character: probably The Empress. I forget if we know for sure she betrayed her people or if I just suspect lol 

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): I’m lowkey into Rin and Nezha but no one else am I am invested in. It’s not a shipping book

Character I find most attractive: Altan 

Character I would marry: Kitay, maybe, but he has questionable taste in friends . . .

Character I would be best friends with: . . . Kitay? 

a random thought: I’m desperate for book 2, but I need to reread book 1 first 

An unpopular opinion: hmmm . . .Rin is ace? Idk how popular/unpopular it is

My Canon OTP: n/a

My Non-canon OTP: n/a

Most Badass Character: Jiang 

Most Epic Villain: Oh the doctor!!! He was terrifying!!!! 

Pairing I am not a fan of: *shrugs* we will see 

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): No one. . . so far 

Favourite Friendship: Kitay and RIn 

Character I most identify with: Oh, I’m not sure. I don’t remember 

Character I wish I could be: Quara!!! 

Send me a book!!! 

[alinaceyhan]

"It's actually not as busy as you make it sound. And you know I always have time for you." Alina smiled at her brother as they entered the café and she got into the line to get some coffee. "Well, we're kinda starting it slowly." She shrugged as she looked up at him. "We haven't set anything concrete yet so... yeah." She sighed a little. "Part of me just wants to just go elope and do a ceremony later or something, but I do want a wedding. It's such a hard decision." @altanceyhan

Closed | @alinaceyhan

"It's nice of you to fit your old brother into what I am sure is a very busy schedule at the moment." He told his younger sister before looking over at her with a small smile on his lips. Altan knew how stressful planning a wedding could be, and he assumed it was no different for Alina. "How is the wedding planning going?" He added before reaching for the handle at the Cobblestone Cafe, letting her enter the establishment first, before following suit.

[jonahxrivas]

"That's the hope," he agreed with a nod. He wanted this to work, he wanted a town event that didn't end with bloodshed or death, but could such a thing really be avoided? He thanked his lucky stars that his own wedding went perfectly, but could that luck continue? Jonah knew there had been a few events here and there that were good, but dark clouds loomed over regardless. But these, the camp retreat and the team building activities were off to a great start in his opinion, he saw people having fun and smiles on faces as they tried to rally points for their own teams, and he was among that.

But some displays that alluded to things not going well were noticed too - Altan sporting one such outcome. "Avoiding disasters doesn't seem possible though? Sorry, I don't mean to comment but your eye's not looking too good, man, are you okay? What happened if you're okay in me asking?" It was only out of concern that he questioned, expression letting the other know he would drop it if wanted. "Canoeing will forever surprise me, I was not expecting it one bit. But yes, I have been, again entirely unexpected but this has been great so far. Have you been enjoying it?"

"Certainly feels that way these days." Although he didn't want to be pessimistic, there was a constant worry in the back of his mind on when things would break once more. It left him restless, the feeling of being on edge uncomfortable and hard to dispel even though Altan had done his best to push it aside.

He'd been a bit skeptical when the council had announced a team-building event, unsure of just how much it would do to boost people's confidence and camaraderie. But he had to admit that so far things had gone better than he'd anticipated. "Maybe we will have a miracle and have a bit of peace in between everything. Seems like we'll make it through the retreat without disaster striking." Granted, he had come away with a slightly bruised eye and some tensions had raised, but he'd gladly take that any day over trauma and death. "You guys really crushed it at canoeing. Have you been having a good time?"

[jonahxrivas]

With the news of death spreading, Jonah's mood, which had already been hanging by a thread to hope seemed to unravel on its own accord. He wasn't close to Mason, only seeing them here and there, but that did not mean it had a light impact on him. Especially when more details came to light, that only added to the fear that had been harbouring. Loss of a life, missing organs...his mind could not comprehend such a thing. What fate was in store for his mothers? Jonah sought out the beach far more frequently than he had in the past, a source of comfort but today it seemed the ocean too was shaken.

He didn't have a task to occupy himself with, a walk on the shoreline invited too many thoughts, but thankful for a voice, Jonah turned to a familiar face with a weak smile. "It's foolish to hope for neither isn't it?" Jonah said, both in question and a statement, he tried to not think on his own celebration at the end of month, or even speak on it lest it become a target for bad things. Casting eyes towards the ocean and its tumultuous waves, he exhaled a deep breath, "Either one seems likely if I'm being honest, we're never far away from impending doom."

altan & open ; @lunarcovestarters location: lunar cove beach, sunny harbor

It seemed almost as if Lunar Cove was under a curse, each event that was supposed to bring joy resulted in even more tragedy, only this time around, death would be permanent. No resurrection or transformation able to change what had befallen Mason, their death a stark reminder that magic and immortality were not options for them all and that life could be fleeting even if well-lived. He'd gone on an early morning run, an attempt to clear his head and stop the grief from spiraling, although the heavy weight in his heart remained even as he came to a brief respite.

The ocean, while so often bringing with it a sense of calm and serenity, seemed agitated too. Rough, choppy waves that seemed to mirror his own spirit, and Altan hardly noticed the footsteps approaching until they were standing next to him. "Which do you think is more likely, that the ocean will turn red tomorrow or that we'll be able to have a celebration that doesn't end in disaster?"

[dvsconocvdo]

Amrita's eyes were black, a clear sign that the young witch had been using dark magic. She had been walking aimlessly around the town after spending hours in the forest, she'd figured coming to the beach. By the time she realized she was walking near someone, it was too late to retreat, he had noticed her. At his words, Amrita sighed softly. "Maybe it's on us for trying to celebrate something." The same thought had haunted her since she heard the news. I was getting too greedy. After spending hours alone in utter silence, Amrita realized as she stopped next to him that maybe being in someone else's company might help. Still, she did not look at him, afraid of his reaction to her eyes. "May I sit with you for a while? We don't have to talk or anything..."

altan & open ; @lunarcovestarters location: lunar cove beach, sunny harbor

It seemed almost as if Lunar Cove was under a curse, each event that was supposed to bring joy resulted in even more tragedy, only this time around, death would be permanent. No resurrection or transformation able to change what had befallen Mason, their death a stark reminder that magic and immortality were not options for them all and that life could be fleeting even if well-lived. He'd gone on an early morning run, an attempt to clear his head and stop the grief from spiraling, although the heavy weight in his heart remained even as he came to a brief respite.

The ocean, while so often bringing with it a sense of calm and serenity, seemed agitated too. Rough, choppy waves that seemed to mirror his own spirit, and Altan hardly noticed the footsteps approaching until they were standing next to him. "Which do you think is more likely, that the ocean will turn red tomorrow or that we'll be able to have a celebration that doesn't end in disaster?"