#Myriam Travels

[myriamas]

who: @morsmartelll​ where: the prince’s private chambers in sunspear, the night before the court are set to depart for highgarden. 

the large doors leading into the watergardens were wide open, open enough for myriam allyrion to hear the sound of the peacocks in the gardens as well as the sound of the fountains floating through the night. someone was singing somewhere in one of the courtyards, with a voice that sounded like heartbreak and symphony all wrapped into one, over the sounds of the singing peacocks. she remained sat upon a velvet recliner within the chambers of her husband, watching him with his parchment and the charcoal he used to sketch such ideas for what he wanted to leave behind in dorne. 

pieces of architecture so complex in their patterns of symmetry and mosaic it would no doubt take years to complete such works, and yet she knew it were something he wished to pursue. 

would they ever see them? there were certain things that the reigning prince of dorne did not wish to waste funds or attention on, and as much as her husband tried his hardest to find a balance between his own vision for dorne and that which his father wanted, she knew it were an impossible task when the two were so different. for how many years had he put aside his wants and his thoughts, for the sake of duty? for how many years had she put aside her own wants and thoughts, for the sake of duty? perhaps the levels of freedom and happiness he had always ensured to grant her were only a reflection of the little he felt like he had. 

she remained sat upon the recliner, watching the light of the moon bounce against the dark tresses of his hair that fell slightly over his eyes. and it felt as though she were watching the sunrise and the sunset all at once. wordlessly, she rose to her feet, making her way onto the balcony to join him in the night air; there was no need to speak, for he would have heard the jingle of her anklets. her bangles. slipping into the space seamlessly beside him, as there had always been a space for her beside him all these years...all fifteen of them. 

“and what is this one supposed to be?” she asked, referring to the sketch upon the parchment.

her hand rested upon the mosaic tile that protected them from the drop below, leaning upon it as she peered over at his sketch. only, her wide almond kohl lined orbs only looked up at him. something on the very tip of her tongue, something that she wished to ask. something else that she wished to say. why it felt as though something had come to an end. that when she looked upon him, she loved him. she loved him so. she loved him fiercely. she was not in love with him. 

[bruce-wyatt-burner]

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[battyaboutbooksreviews]

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[ Release dates may have changed. ]

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[acircusfullofdemons]

DAYDREAMTOBER 2024 [01 / HOME]

╭──→ 💭 ──  DAYDREAMTOBER 2024

│ 🌫️ PROMPT ❞ 01 / home

│ 🌫️ PARAS ❞ n/a

│ 🌫️ PARACOSM ❞ eternal labyrinth

│ 🌫️ WORD COUNT ❞ 733

╰──────────── 🤍

There is one consistent location in my paracosms that shows up time and time again. That being, RoseWood Manor. I have made a post talking about it, though it’s a bit old and slightly outdated, so consider this a re-introduction of sorts. 

OVERVIEW

RoseWood Manor was built in the late 1600s for a wealthy vampire by the name of Richard Irvine. To assist in managing the house, Richard employed Emory Warwick and Myriam Travers. This proved to be a horrible mix, as the two quickly caught on that something wasn’t right with the house or their boss. Unfortunately, they ended up turning their suspicion on each other, leading Emory to become a cat and Myriam to become a poltergeist. 

With those two out of commission, Richard continued to employ anyone who was willing to work for him over the years. Most were merely servants, tending to the various guests the manor had and making sure it didn’t fall into disrepair. 

Due to the nature of his job — nobody truly knows what he does — Richard has to travel frequently, causing him to leave the manor in the care of a handful of trusted employees. The current caretaker of the manor is Daniel Hayward, with assistance from Emory Warwick. 

The manor’s location is…questionable. To sum up, it varies. Not like it actually teleports — I don’t think so, anyway — it just…exists in a lot of places at once. Notable locations include: 

Earth IV [Florida, USA]

Arcadia [Dustlosa, Nidre, Verona]

Earth I [Tulgey Wood, Heart Kingdom]

LAYOUT

On the surface, RoseWood’s layout is nothing special. It is your typical old mansion, complete with a basement, three floors, and an attic. Also on the property is a greenhouse, pool (with an accompanying pool house), stables, and an infirmary. Of course, renovations have been made, and this was built for a vampire, after all.

Note that some rooms have been assigned different purposes over time.

Basement: Divided into two layers. Layer 1, the lower part, is hidden from most residents. It is full of old torture equipment. Layer 2, the upper part, is the layer that is accessible to all residents. It’s a normal basement, and where the laundry room is located. 

Floor 1 [Necessities]: Includes the lobby, dining room, kitchen, living room, training room, and a half-indoor pool that leads outside. 

Floor 2 [Rooms]: Where most bedrooms are located. All rooms have a built-in bathroom. Other than that, there isn’t really anything special here.

Floor 3 [Entertainment]: Full of paranormal activity, which is unfortunate as this is where most of the entertainment is. Includes a music room, office, med bay, library, art gallery, and an investigation room. 

Attic: An oddly normal attic. I mean, there’s probably weird ass shit up there, but the space itself isn’t anything special. 

TERRORS

As if RoseWood wasn’t a nightmare enough, there are also “Terrors”: supernatural occurrences that cannot otherwise be explained. They also can’t be avoided or prevented. 

Shifts: Every night the layout of the house changes. It’s usually small differences, often feeling like you just went down the wrong hallway. Sometimes, though, rooms will change floors completely, leaving guests lost and confused. It is recommended you do not leave your room past 11:00 PM. 

Mirrors: If you look into a mirror for a long period of time (the exact time seems to vary/is unknown), then there’s a large chance of getting possessed or accidentally creating a Doppelganger. Said Doppelganger will then try to kill you and take your place. 

Rain: Sometimes it will rain blood. Thankfully, this only happens during a blood moon, so it’s not as bad as the others. 

Woods: The surrounding woods are full of various dangerous fauna and flora. They can mostly be avoided by staying on set paths and knowing where you’re going. Still, it's best not to wander too far.

RESIDENTS

Due to its nature, RoseWood has many rotating residents that largely depend on the time and location. However, there are a few that are tied to the place, whether they like it or not. 

Emory Warwick: Mysterious stray cat that somehow knows everything. 

Delilah Warwick: Emory’s sister. Haunts RoseWood as a ghost. 

Myriam Travers: Poltergeist that haunts RoseWood’s mirrors. 

Claude, Cyril, Céleste Aydelotte: Siblings that worked for Richard in the 1790s. The twins (Cyril & Céleste) died, then later drove their brother to insanity. All three haunt RoseWood as spirits, Claude as a ghost & the twins as poltergeists. 

Willow Murphy & Connor Wolfe: Ghost girl & cannibalistic werewolf that live in the surrounding woods. 

At least two ghosts in the music room.

At least one ghost in the interrogation room.

Just a lot of spirits in general.

[thou-babbling-brook]

Cold Feet

AO3

Rating: G

Word Count: 2216

Tags: Davenport Homestead, Assassin's Creed III, American Revolution, Canon Compliant, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, "The Wedding" Mission

Summary: Connor convinces Myriam to start her new life with Norris. Set during "The Wedding" Homestead mission between the chase sequence and the wedding scene. Hope you guys enjoy!

Connor would be the first to admit that he knew little to nothing about colonial wedding customs. Aside from a few comprehensive history and culture lessons from his teen years when he first traveled to Achilles, Connor knew nothing about the complexities of colonial weddings. Father Timothy had been kind enough to explain a few key details, such as “giving” Myriam away at the altar (which Connor was more than happy to do for his old friend), but details slipped Connor’s mind from time to time over the next several days of intense planning and preparation.

But there was one thing that Connor was sure they did not include: chasing the bride in question through the snow-covered trees minutes before her wedding.

The day began with as much chaos as one would expect. Before the roosters began to crow, nearly every member of the Homestead bustled about preparing for the joyous celebration. Oliver and Corrine worked hard preparing their finest wines for the occasion while preparing the livestock meat and crops gathered by Warren and Prudence – and of course, little baby Hunter, who cooed excitedly against his mother’s back. Once finished organizing the food, Prudence and Corrine joined the ladies in adorning Myriam in fine, comfortable fabrics suitable for the huntress. Ellen poked needles into the sides to ensure the stitching was up to par, while Diana and Catherine squawked at Connor and Norris for accidentally stepping near the bride’s suite (which Connor did not dare remind the ladies was his home). 

In the meantime, Big Dave and Lance worked tirelessly to adorn both the inn and the church with banners and decor fit for the Homestead’s very first wedding. Big Dave lifted the chubby woodworker up to pin the wooden posts on the side of the inn, waving to Terry and Godfrey as the lumberers warned Norris of the horrors of marriage to come.

“You’ll ne’er be right ‘bout anythin’ again, ya hear me, boy?” Godfrey teased as he slapped his palm against Norris’s back.

“Aye, and forget about havin’ the covers to yerself! You’ll be shiverin’ like a leaf!” Terry explained. Norris merely laughed and shook his head.

In the church, Dr. White and Achilles aided Father Timothy in preparing his short sermon, arranging the pews, and finishing the final touches hours before the wedding. Even the Assassin recruits were more than happy to help with the preparations. Stephane set to work in the kitchen alongside Oliver to cater the large meal ahead. Duncan, ever the Catholic, assisted Father Timothy in rehearsing his sermon. Jacob offered his wisdom for marriage while he straightened Norris’s hair, while Dobby stood guard outside Myriam’s dressing room in case of wandering eyes from stray men. Clipper and Jamie helped Mr. Faulkner and the crew of the Aquila find their drunken ways to the church, all while Connor wandered about and assisted where he could.

So, given the day’s chaotic events, it was not surprising to Connor as he announced happily to the pacing Norris that all was in order that Myriam was “missing.” After all, the ladies had only just left her room. How much trouble could the huntress find herself in?

Apparently, thought Connor as he raced through the trees and leapt through the branches, quite a lot. 

“Leave me be!” Myriam shouted as she jumped to the next branch, a stray branch slowing her down as it caught on her white dress. It was not enough to stop her, but it was enough for Connor to come within speaking distance.

“Why do you run?!” Connor replied, his voice echoing through the forest with concern lacing his tone. He swung to the next branch, careful not to slip and even more careful to ensure Myriam did not.

“Leave me be!” Myriam exclaimed. She crossed over to the next tree in an attempt to throw Connor off her trail. “I’m no housewife!”

Connor’s brow furrowed. While he could not necessarily speak for the entire Homestead, “housewife” would be one of the last descriptors attributed to Myriam. She was a huntress, and a respectable one at that. Through his confusion, Connor quickly ducked through another tree and sprinted across the large, sturdy branch. “No one thinks you are one!”

Myriam slid down a fallen tree, stumbling into the snow before whirling around to face Connor. “That’s what all of this means!”

A silence passed between the two as flurries of snow cascaded around them. Myriam sighed, grabbing her crown of flowers and tossing it to the ground. She sunk to the snowy ground and hid her face in her knees.

Quietly, Connor knelt beside Myriam. Lifting the flower crown into his hands, he joined her in the blanket of snow. He said nothing, only silently thumbing the daffodils adorning her crown. The two sat for a moment while gazing over the rushing river, watching as it cascaded over weathered rocks. Myriam reached forward and threw one into the water. When it sank to the bottom of the river, she huffed angrily through her nose.

“I don’t want to be some housewife that sits around waiting for her husband to come home,” she explained, tossing her hands into the air in frustration. “That’s not who I am. I’m not… I’m not some lady wanting to be kept pregnant and barefoot!”

“No one thinks you are one,” Connor repeated gently. Myriam shot a glare at the hulking man, Connor shrinking in on himself in response despite his size. 

“That’s what this means! This whole wedding! Shoving me into this stuffy dress, preparing me to take vows, giving me away!” She stood, pacing by the riverside. She gave Connor an apologetic look. “No offense. If I want anyone to give me away, it would be you.”

Connor rose and nodded his head. “None taken. But what is it that causes you to believe that you will become a housewife?”

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Myriam groaned before settling her hands on her hips and staring out into the river. “I… I don’t know!” She tossed her hands in the air again, rustling her hair and pacing back and forth. “I don’t belong inside a house cooking and cleaning and caring for a husband and an entire brood of children. I belong in the open air, in my hunting blinds, with my rifle in my hands!” Her hands formed the gesture of her weapon in question. Then, they fell to her sides. “If I marry Norris… I’ll be leaving behind all of my freedom that I worked so hard to gain.”

Stepping closer, Connor laid a hand on Myriam’s back. “That is not true,” he murmured quietly. “You know that better than I. Norris wants only for you to be happy.”

“Do I?” Myriam asked. Her voice faltered and she turned her nose to the rushing river. “What if, when we get married, all he wants is for me to sit at home and… I don’t know, wash his feet?”

Connor unintentionally wrinkled his nose. At the very least, the gesture provided a quick laugh for the two hunters. The uncomfortable silence returned soon after, broken only by the sounds of quiet chirping and rustling bushes.

“Norris did not fall in love with a housewife,” Connor finally spoke up. He met Myriam’s gaze with his own, gentle eyes. “Why would he expect such?”

“All men do,” Myriam sighed. 

“I do not.”

“You are not all men.”

Connor glanced down at the flower crown in his hands, thumbing over the white petals. “Perhaps I am not.”

Myriam pinched her nose again. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend–”

“No, it is alright,” Connor assured her. His brows furrowed in thought while Myriam squinted into the horizon. Then, a candle sparked in his mind. “How much do you know of my people, Myriam?”

“I don’t see the point of your question,” Myriam remarked tersely. When Connor gave a serious expression, she sighed. “But to answer it, not much.”

He moved in front of Myriam. “I think you would like it very much. For my people, it is the women who lead. We may have chiefs and war councils, but these men are voted upon by our women. Clan Mothers lead the village. We trace our ancestry through our mothers. For women, marriage is not just a union of the husband and wife, but of the village to the couple.”

Myriam raised a brow. “Your point?”

Placing the flower crown upon her head, Connor continued. “You are not a housewife, but even if you were, it would not change who you are. You are a skillful leader and hunter. Norris knows this. He marries you because of it, not in spite of it. He admires you for who you are. You need be nothing else. And by marrying Norris, you unite our friends as a whole, too.”

Silently, Myriam adjusted the crown and tucked stray strands of hair behind her ears. “Do you really think so?”

“I know so.” He cracked a rare smile. “Besides, you are a better shot than Norris. If anyone will be the housewife, it will be him.”

Myriam snorted. “The bad part is that I think he would enjoy being a housewife.” Her shoulders shook as she began to laugh. “Could you imagine? Me, coming home with a pipe of tobacco sticking out of my mouth, my rifle on my back, and hares in my hands while Norris cooks and cleans?”

Connor chuckled, then gently led Myriam towards the path leading to the church. “But you cannot imagine such a fate until you are wed.”

“No,” Myriam smiled, “I suppose I can’t.” As they reached the church, Myriam turned to Connor with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“I’m scared.”

Connor nodded. “I know.”

“What do I do?”

“What do you do when you face a cougar?”

“I shoot it. Are you suggesting I shoot Norris?”

“No, but I am suggesting that you face him like you would any animal.” He laid his hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently. “You are a strong, cunning woman, Myriam. He loves you deeply. He would not be marrying you if he had no intention of respecting you.”

Myriam inhaled sharply. “How do I get over it?”

“The fear?”

“No, the weather – what else would there be?”

“You won’t,” chimed a gentle, soft voice. Prudence and Ellen emerged from behind the church. Ellen offered Myriam her bouquet of flowers while Prudence wrapped a white shawl around her shivering shoulders. Prudence patted her cheek. “When I married Warren years ago, I was terrified of our future. But you learn, in marriage, that you are both equally frightened.” She giggled along with Ellen and Myriam.

Ellen took Myriam’s hands in her own. “My marriage was an unhappy one,” she confessed. Connor looked on solemnly, catching Ellen’s somber gaze for a mere second before Ellen mustered a smile. “But I can offer this wisdom: a good husband will cherish his wife for her talents, her wit, her love, her devotion, and her faith. Norris practically worships the ground you walk on. He will make a fine husband.”

Myriam sniffled. “Fuck,” she cursed. “I can’t believe I’m crying like some… some old hag!” Prudence and Ellen laughed, rubbing Myriam’s shoulders before holding her tightly.

“Besides,” Prudence cooed, staring over Myriam’s shoulder into Connor’s watchful gaze, “once we have you and Norris married, we can finally focus our attention on finding Connor a wife.”

Cheeks flushing, Connor brought his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat. “That will not be necessary.”

“Oh, hush, Prudence,” Ellen giggled. “We mustn't scare him from the prospect yet.” She turned back to Myriam, kissing her cheek. “We have to go back inside, but we will support you no matter what.” Prudence nodded in agreement before waving goodbye, giggling alongside Ellen as they hurried into the church.

Myriam rubbed her arms and faced Connor, walking with him up the steps. “You will be there every step of the way?”

“Every step,” Connor assured.

“Okay.”

“How do you feel?”

“Terrified. Like I want to run away again,” Myriam chuckled breathlessly. Connor hummed and looped his arm with hers.

“I will be there regardless. I am sure Norris will be as well.”

Myriam smiled. “Thank you, Connor.”

“You do not need to thank me. You are my friend.”

She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her frigid lips to Connor’s freckled cheek. “No, but I will. Thank you.”

Blushing, Connor cleared his throat and led Myriam to the entrance of the church, where the guests began to rise as they spotted the bridge.

“Prudence and Ellen are right, though. We must find you a bride,” she whispered, doing her best to ignore the endless amount of eyes upon her and Connor. 

Connor chuckled, patting her hand. “I can only hope she is not as fast nor agile as you.”

“Ha, ha. Who knew you had such a sense of humor?”

Years later, when Connor would find himself fidgeting in front of his betrothed’s longhouse, Myriam would loop her arm with his, kiss his flustered cheek, and walk him into the longhouse with the same kindness he had shown her before.

Luckily for Connor, his wife did not run into the trees. How fortunate he was indeed. 

[etherealsdreaming]

When He Surprise Kisses You 🧡

Altair Ibn La’Ahad

🧡 After another successful mission complete with a few injuries you went back to fill in your report. That’s when the legendary Ibn La’Ahad started brooding towards you. Internally grimacing for the upcoming lecture soon to arrive you wondered why was it always you to get the brunt of it? Yet instead of a lecture you found yourself being dragged into a small private area away from others and pushed against the wall. His rough almost desperate kisses drowning out your own thoughts while his hands travel up the length of your body. When he finally broke away with a heady breath, he glared at you. “Don’t ever do something as foolish as what you did on the mission.” He quickly left without another word leaving you breathless and confused.

Ezio Auditore

🧡 You were bedridden after a difficult mission with Ezio. When you awoke, the guilt hurt just as much as the pain of your recklessness. But so did worry for your mentor’s safety till your eyes laid on his sleeping form at your bedside. Relief flooded you in knowing he was safe and unharmed. When he awoke and spoke of his own worry you felt even more guilty for bothering him. Continuously apologizing and covering your face from embarrassment you didn’t realize when he moved to a sitting position. His warm yet rough hands showing the countless missions he’s been in, gently removing your hands away from your face. Much to your surprise, his soft lips meet yours, entranced and playing right into his hands, he backs away with that charming smile of his. “If I had known it’s effect I would’ve done it much sooner.”

Connor Kenway

🧡 You both ended up splitting up from Myriam when tracking the white cougar. While he followed you, letting you take the lead he couldn’t help but remember last night. You were helping out in the tavern on a busy night when a few sailor’s gazes lingered a little too long to his displeasure. Lost in thought to his own jealousy he didn’t realize when you stopped to question him. Next thing you know he stepped closer to you, much closer. He didn’t know it himself until he leaned in for a kiss or that you would accept such affections in return. But when he realized his actions and much of yours, he laid his head onto your shoulder sighing in relief with a whisper of a sorry crossing his lips.

Arno Dorian

Ever since Elise reentered his life, you knew his heart was set on her so you’ve backed away from your friendship with him. But you never imagined Arno Dorian feeling the same towards you. Not until you were in Cafe Theatre, casually flirting with a friend when you got up to order another drink. When you happen to come across Arno who pulled you by the waist and pressed his lips to yours, leaving you desperately clinging to him for balance. After that he leaned in to whisper all while glaring at your childhood friend “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that, mon amour” this small confession made you blush beet red especially when you started hearing all the whispers varying from jealous ladies to busy employees. Lets just say after the sudden embarrassment, you found your friend leaving the cafe all while Arno held your hand, ordering your usual.

[butterfly-poetry]

Spied on, observed, analyzed by the universe that has put us here, without instructions.

Lost in this labyrinth of gray, icy, disquieting walls, but paved with bright hopes where the muffled footsteps of intoxicating euphoria echo.

A riddle to be solved with the few clues he carelessly leaves at the bend of a choice, at the foot of this statue petrified of having dared to escape.

He has a plan, but won't reveal it until this quest for self is complete, until the blindfold of ignorance obscures the glimmer in our eyes, until the road chosen at the crossroads of decisions ends in a dead end.

This universe, allied to the impetuosity of the elements, is certainly not maternal, jostling us with intent to gauge our determination, instilling fire and ice on this windswept earth.

A wind of madness, gentle or furious, a traveling wind, sirocco or blizzard, an uncompromising wind, which annihilates or fecundates, a wind blowing on our souls as they question themselves in this maze, searching for a meaning to give to their wanderings.

I've seen some sitting on a bench, having given up and wept, others confident, rushing headlong, crashing at the first bend, some reflecting before cautiously taking off, and those, the carefree, who let themselves be carried nonchalantly by these winds, riding their destiny without doubting their destination.

This is undoubtedly the famous plan, to help us discover who we are,

To take the time to stop and cry for a moment, and then to set off again, taming the winds in this intoxicating rodeo.

And the universe winks.

© Myriam Ghezaïl Ben Brahim ❤️🥀

5th February 2024

Work by: Skaviński

[asgoodeasgold]

A Discovery of Witches Real Time Read Ch40

"‘No,’ Em said, her voice steely. ‘Don’t think about Jefferson. Think about Matthew.’ ‘Matthew.’ I brought my mind back to the touch of his cool fingers against my skin, the rich sound of his voice, the sense of intense vitality when we were together. I picked up my foot.

It landed in the corner of the stillroom, where I was squashed behind an old barrel. ‘What if she gets lost?’ Matthew sounded tense. ‘How will we get her back?’ ‘We don’t have to worry about that,’ Sophie said, pointing in my direction. ‘She’s already here.’ Matthew whipped around and let out a ragged breath."

Trialling time walking is playing havoc with the vampires' nerves. He is pacing like a caged wolf (💥swagger���). But all is well, Diana has got it sussed out. The trick is not to think about Jefferson apparently.

And for @dbrast, Myriam's "I can't believe this" look when Matthew tells Diana he knew she could do time travel, having fretted like mad a mere seconds before 🤣

Reel with music

🎶 I will wait for you by Mumford and Sons (IG music library)

📷 Sky/Bad Wolf A Discovery of Witches (2018) s1:08 my edit

Link to song

[stocky2016]

"Guessing Games"

(Dedicated to all those Valentine senders and their innocent expressions of love and affection given or exchanged.) A collab from Geoff and his "somewhat under the weather" writing partner Myriam. Get well soon "M"

Why do we play these guessing games…

when over the years, and from time to time

you’ve unwittingly become my focus for attention

my special and favoured Valentine?

Think back to that first Valentine’s card received,

and the person you suspected had sent it...

Those subsequent enquiries and questions asked

and your supposedly subjective "identikit"

Valentine’s Day, a rare opportunity to be outrageous…

and although maybe not realised at the time ,

The expression of those freed up and risqué feelings

that might indeed become contagious.

Valentine's Day, the day we express our heavenly love,

but why limit love to a specific date?

Love is an eternal fire that never stops,

It should burn in our hearts, every single day.

A day to celebrate love, why not always?

love is not confined to a single day..

Every dawn, every dusk, a sincere outpouring,

to say "I love you" to the one who brings one back to life.

Valentine's Day is an opportunity to remember...

that love must be cultivated, cherished without interruption.

A day to love each other more than usual,

then why not make a habit of it?

A day to celebrate the intoxication of shared feelings,

also a day, to immerse ourselves in this ocean of friendship.

Valentine's Day, an ephemeral poem in time,

love"s an infinite poem that we write to ourselves in every moment.

So let’s have some fun on this auspicious occasion…

be open-minded, over someone who cares...

enough to buy and write you a poem, or

even purchase of a bouquet of flowers?

When the soul searches for its other half,

it travels through the universe's eternity,

It discovers, at last, the deeper meaning,

of a love that transcends even the most distant horizon.

In the shadow of fleeting loves,

she feels the bitter rippling waves,

But when the other half appears,

light illuminates all, and true love, at last, appears.

Yesterday's lovers, bland and fleeting,

are eclipsed by this exquisite love

that binds two hearts, already compatible,

a fusion of souls, tender and lasting.

The farewells of others, were just a preamble,

to this unique encounter, a sublime appendix,

The soul blossoms, undoing scruples,

In pure love, without any shadow or perplexity.

Then the truth bursts forth,

the mystery of predestined bonds,

True love, well deserved,

writes its story, in golden letters.

Separated, but only to find each other again,

the union of souls, an enchanted destiny,

In the dance of time, eternity,

two halves merge, a sacred perpetuity.

(Pictures courtesy of Google Images)

© Geoff Stockton  in close collaboration with his co-writing Muse and unique poetess © Myriam Ghezaïl Ben

[loksthegreat]

alyssa's aegon lives au?! oh my god i need to know everything about him and his little fambly please <33333333333

Of course!!! So in my fic Aegon survives but Alyssa still dies, which leaves Daemon and Aegon in the care of good queen Alysanne (same as Visenya when she is born a few years later) and they all grow up together, until Daemon marries Rhea in 97 AC and Visenya joins her father at court in 101 AC. Aegon was always sort of the most reasonable of the trio and while he absolutely loves and adores his brother and honorary little sister he really is a big introvert who had rather not get caught up in the intrigues of court and politics, so he stayed away even when he had wanted to marry Visenya and missed Daemon in the years they where apart. Aegon just sorta stayed on Dragonstone after his grandmothers passing in 100 AC and spend his free time traveling across the narrow sea on dragonback. He was only 3 and 10 when he and Daemon parted ways after the older wedding and by the time the brothers reunited Aegon had grown nearly a head and a half taller than the rogue prince and had come to be a man of hulking build in the way Targaryen men rarely were. Aegon had cut his hair short and worn unadorned clothes for the longest time as a young man, as he hoped it had made him look less Targaryen as he always felt he lacked the connection Daemon, Visenya and even Viserys had with their heritage, but by the time he returned from a longer stay in Braavos in 114 AC it had grown long enough to be worn in a pony tail again and Aegon refrained from cutting it again as his new found lover the son of the Sealord of Braavos, Galeo Materys, was quite found of it. In 114 AC Aegon came back to Westeros for the wedding of his younger niece, Rhaenyra, and ended up agreeing to his brother the kings offer to become a member of the small council, a position he would soon resign from after the death of his lover in Braavos at the hands of his own brother Daemon in the following year, an incident that would leave a deep slight on the brothers relationship for the years to come. Aegon left kings landing as well as Dragonstone and would never return. Visenyas sworn shield Ser Lyle Bracken had offered Aegon to make himself at home in his ancestral home, with the tall knights sister lady Barissa Bracken for company and though Aegon did not stay within the hospitality of the odd woman that was the lady of stone hedge for long his time in the Riverlands served to heal his broken heart as he found a friend and companion to many a feast or tourney in lady Myriame Blackwood, who was a maiden of 26 years, with raven black hair, a never wavering smile and eyes that seemed to dance with laughter at all times of the day. It was no surprise when the two announced their betrothal and married under the heart tree of raven tree hall where they would raise their daughters Alyssa and Rhae. If rumor is to be believed Alyssa would be taught in the dark arts of the north by her mothers grandmother old lady Ronna, while Rhae, drawn in by the secrets of her valyrian heritage would seek to master magic of fire and blood.

I love Aegon and have so many thought on him just no way to really put them all into words adequately yet, so if you have anymore questions let me know!! Hope you enjoyed <3

Art of Aegon here:

[teecupangel]

College is so stressful but anyway what if Desmond wears eyeliner or kohl and wear feminine and masculine clothes depending his mood because he seems androgynous to me and when he timetravels and just go "fuck gender roles" and kills templars while he grows his hair and wears jewellery and lace

I hope you get some time to relax soon! And the awesome thing about Desmond is that he changes face in every game that we can call him androgynous if we feel like it. Dude doesn’t really have a canon face anyway. And even if he doesn’t, this involves time traveling so we can just chalk the sudden androgynous look to some kind of Isu BS XD

Desmond will definitely be the bisexual awakening of a lot of people with his time hopping. Altaïr alone would be more confused than he was when he found out Maria was pretending to be Robert. If anything could be considered sorcery, it would be Desmond’s ability to confuse the hell out of people. They meet him wearing masculine clothes and think “Oh, he’s a dude” and then their next meeting with him, he’d be wearing feminine clothes and be like “??????” and BSOD.

Altaïr would try to push any confusion he might have and focus on gaining the information he needs from Desmond (who may or may not have killed someone to get the information, the Brotherhood can’t be sure) but, goddamn it, that’s hard to do when he’s just standing nearby, watching Desmond put on kohl on his eyes and painting his lips red just because he was ‘feeling pretty’ today, whatever the hell that means and he’s just draped in silk bedsheets because he hasn’t thought of what clothes he should wear today and Altaïr is pretty sure Desmond is doing this on purpose because there’s no fucking way that bedsheet coincidentally just slipped enough that Altaïr could see his collarbone. Then Desmond tells him to check his chest and pick a dress for him and holy shit, there are undergarments there that Altaïr had never seen before and his brain just gives up on him that way and all blood flowed downward after that.

Ezio would know Desmond as Leonardo’s favorite muse and he’d flirt with him, thinking he’s a woman at first. Ezio and Desmond would definitely have some fun and Ezio’s just going to be ‘oh, cool’ with anything Desmond does. Seeing Desmond assassinate someone will always be hot regardless of what clothes he decided to wear during that time. (The Borgias will definitely have a boner for him and it’s half hot-person-yummy and half he-can’t-be-more-beautiful/handsome-than-us, especially from Lucrezia). Ezio and Desmond definitely posed for one of Leonardo’s works (that doesn’t exist in the OG timeline) and it’s the steamiest painting Leonardo had ever done.

Haytham’s prudeness will definitely make him annoyed, both at Desmond himself and at his own attraction to seeing Desmond wearing those infuriating scandalous clothes. Ratonhnhaké:ton, on the other hand, would just think “white people weirdness” when he first sees Desmond. When he learns that other white people think Desmond is weird, at that point, Ratonhnhaké:ton wouldn’t even care anymore as he liked Desmond as a person and he likes seeing Desmond smiles. Desmond is also Ratonhnhaké:ton’s plus one for Myriam and Norris even though Ratonhnhaké:ton told him that he doesn’t understand what a ‘plus one’ even means. Ratonhnhaké:ton wouldn’t say it outloud but he thought Desmond outshone Myriam on her own wedding day.

Shay’s definitely going to be tongue-tied whenever he sees Desmond. Also, Desmond got a few fashion tips from Hope and he looks so good in female Assassin robes that he definitely outshines Hope. Liam likes to tease him about it but even he’s not immune to Desmond’s charm, especially when Desmond stares at him. Even when Shay defected, he could never raise his hand against Desmond and… maybe a part of him enjoyed being stepped on by Desmond’s heels, he’s trying not to think too deeply about it considering he can already see Haytham’s disapproving face.

Arno… Arno would find him strange, sure, and he’s definitely going to ignore his attraction to him because he’s in love with Élise, damn it. But it is becoming too hard to ignore it when Élise always finds ways to leave him behind while he will always see Desmond in the cafe, smiling at him as he welcomed him back. He doesn’t even know where he stands with Élise anymore and Desmond… Desmond confuses him so much but, at the same time, Desmond is the only person who makes so much sense right now that… fuck, Arno’s going to get drunk and just let his drunk self do whatever. He’ll deal with the consequences later.

It’s Jacob who sees Desmond first. Flirts with him ‘cause he thought he was a woman. Evie sees him next while he’s wearing masculine clothes… but Evie can’t be sure. There’s something about the way he moved and the way he looked that just makes Evie unable to fully conclude that she is seeing a man. Jacob and Evie never see him at the same time. Every time they see him, they see him as a woman for Jacob and a man for Evie. Then they finally see him together, wearing formless clothes that could worn by anyone and he’s talking to Ned and they’re both “ooooohhhhh” but they don’t really get it, they just think they do.

[iamthespineofmybook]

I was reading a fanfic and it prompted me to come up with stuff for my FFXIV character.

Specifically, it was a chapter based on a Worst Nightmare situation in the source material, so I asked myself "what is Myriam Sangvitrail's greatest fear? After all, the Warrior of Light has fought so many insane things."

And then I settled on it: isolation. Not just being alone, she does solo stuff a lot. It's specifically being cut off from everyone. Unable to reach out and get a response.

The Walk to the End was the worst time of her life, only barely able to keep moving thanks to the prayers and memories of those depending on her back on Etheirys.

And then I extrapolated on this, and came up with this, from their POV:

"My first memory was of being alone, walking. Well, more like shambling. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know where I came from. I didn't even know who I was. All I knew was loneliness and pain from uncounted wounds.

"I eventually blacked out, and when I came to, I saw a beautiful, kind face keeping watch over me, the pain gone."

So, yeah. I have myself a character who craves travel and adventure, wants to see everything the worlds have to offer, and is absolutely terrified of having no one she can rely on.

[dastan-allyrion]

Closed starter for @myriamas & @baashirdayne Setting: Starfall, Dorne. Before Myriam and Bash' wedding. Upon returning to their homeland, the members of House Allyrion are still reeling over the disappearance of Mayya, the youngest of the siblings. Mere days after their return home, they get an unexpected invitation to travel to Starfall.

Dastan had not been to Starfall in years. He wouldn't say there was direct animosity between himself and Baashir's family, but there certainly was no closeness. After his sister made him privy to the treatment she received from the lord's mother, the Lord of Godsgrace opted to keep a certain distance from those who thought so lowly of Myriam. He wouldn't have someone look down on her or speak as if she was less than them. Yet here he was, accompanied by his lady mother, simply because Myriam asked that he accept the invitation.

His sister had travelled from Sunspear and was to meet them here. Notice of their arrival had been sent to Lord Dayne, and meanwhile, Lady Ashara Allyrion rested on one of the sofas, nursing her spiced chai as they waited while Dastan slowly walked across the room. Neither his mother nor he said it, but they both had a mild suspicion of what this visit might be about.

The gates opened then, and Lord Baashir Dayne walked in, accompanied by the Dowager Lady of Starfall and by Myriam.

[baashirdayne]

| @myriamas | | setting :: some time after returning from the vale bash and myriam discuss their plans going forward as bash adjusts to his position as her first minister. | banter length

"I scheduled meetings with members of the council, chances to discuss with them the plans moving forward. There are still conflicts out there. I believe the Manwoody's are currently experiencing a conflict as well as the conflict for the Jordaynes with the Toland's. I have men prepared to join my cousin and help him deal with these concerns should he need further assistance. Shouldn't take much to handle. The Jordaynes are a force of their own. And, of course, my family." And of course, the blood of the Dawn Age would fortify the greatness of any house.

"The little Princess should have guards around her at all times. My brother will join her household upon his return from Alayim. I've informed him it's time to come home." The brother who travelled out while Baashir took his role as the the ruling lord seriously and now it looked as if that would mean something different as well. Dorne needed the unify. The great house needed to protect their princess.

Bash closed the door to her office. Her office. What a strange thought. With her stewardship over the Princess it makes her the most powerful woman in Dorne and he was glad to serve her. Some would whisper though none would be fool enough to whisper in his hearing. The Princess wouldn't kill the late Prince nor would he have done so using poison. In his mind it ruled them out. And made everyone else the main suspects. Did he care enough to investigate? No. Let someone else take on the task.

"Princess." He pulled out the chair for her. "I'm going to eat now." Bash moved to his own seat, removing his gloves as he started to pile on his plate. "What are you doing today?"

[teakwoodtimes]

The cost per person to be able to register with a travel company to leave Gaza via Rafah costs 5,000 USD per adult and 2,500 USD per child under 14 years old.

There are 5 adults, my mum Sawsan, my dad AbdAlhakeem, my sister Reem and my brothers Ibrahim and Amjad. Reem has 4 kids, Myriam, Aboud and Eid who are all under 14.

The cost for 5 adults is of 25000 USD and the cost for the children of 10,000 USD, for a total of 35000 USD.

[myriamas]

who: @dancingshores​ where: one of the gardens allocated to the dornish quarters within highgarden, in the final few days of the dornish court’s stay within highgarden. there is privacy within the gardens, and martell guards stationed where entrances are located between the bushes. why? because the heir of dorne was in the middle of something incredibly precarious and important. presenting her mother and zahra sand with her kathak skills, an intricate dance skill.

there came the sounds of leila’s ankles with each move she perfected, with a sense sharp of perfection; her movements were sharp, concise, and clear. and yet it were her expressions that caused the sun to beam across the face of myriam allyrion, to watch the girl channel the theatrics that truly made dornish dance different to other forms of dance: each move was almost a piece of theatre. she had never heard of the name zahra sand before, and yet, it seemed as though leila had heard of the woman amongst her own circle of young dornish girls, with the world at their feet and on their shoulders. 

and it were like a wonder had played out before her very eyes; for as much as the princess of dorne would clap and encourage the girl who knew herself to be the ruler of dorne, kathak had never been her strength. if anything, she had been some of the weakest amongst her group of friends all her same age; children, unaware of the realities of the world. and here she was now, with a sense of concise movement that myriam had been unable to install within her old child, regardless of how many demonstrations she had showed. 

regardless of the times the two had grown irritable with one another, they always ended up trying and trying and trying again. 

zahra sand had been working with her daughter for some weeks, and this was the first time she watched it. she heard the woman was very gentle in the way she interacted with children, and ensured to thoroughly run through the woman’s background before granting her access to the very future of dorne. she had found nothing to be worried of, only that the woman engaged in travels with her lord father years ago, as so many of them had. dorne was the only place to go, and thus, so many truly travelled it length and breadth. there was clapping as the girl finished, her face clearly excited; and in one go, she had flurried off to the other girls who watched. 

they spoke excitedly with one another, and myriam watched with a sense of joy, of happiness, and of bittersweetness. there was a time where her daughter would come to her instantly. she truly was growing up. 

turning toward the lady in question, myriam rose from the ornate chair she had placed herself upon, approaching the woman. her face was bright, brighter than it had been in some days; though her altercation with her brother remained hanging heavy in the hair, she was able to find joy in the reality of her life. how she wished for another, and whilst she was not entirely sure, here they were. “what need i say to you?” she asked, the sounds of anklets jingling as she crossed the grass. she was barefoot upon it, feeling the warmth of the sun beneath her soles. “what magic do you use, zahra?”