#crimsonsbled

[wcrfcres]

CLOSED STARTER ✦ DANCE CARD EIGHT ( @crimsonsbled , @crowncost , @disrcpairs , @traegedys )

❝ interesting things , these dance cards , right ? also curious . ❞ when circumstances demand — frustrates to his own parents to no end because the potential is there — the lord heir of pyke can be ... pleasant , charming even by the southerner's standard at that . goblet of wine in one hand , and the determination to be jovial at another . it was as if he is different man entirely . those known to him would think it strange , walks the thin line of suspicious and disturbing . but those who have not matched the face to the infamous name , would think him just like any lord looking to socialize . ❝ shall we dance ? or exchange stories over wine until the next song plays ? ❞

[disrcpairs]

“  is  this  a  southern  custom  ?  are  they  so  pious  here  they  cannot  choose  partners  of  their  own  to  dance  with  ?  ”  tone  mocking  ,  words  drawn  out  so  there  is  no  misinterpretation  of  aggravation  felt  towards  the  assigned  names  .  “  or  perhaps  it  is  a  show  of  power  that  she  would  not  usually  have  .  it  is  more  likely  to  be  the  second  with  how  so  many  of  them  act  when  it  seems  like  they  are  in  the  dragons'  good  graces  .  ” 

closed starter : @crimsonsbled

[dearorphic]

@crimsonsbled * closed

[...] " Lady Stark, " head inclines as force of habit. " Has all been well during your time here --- " Ah, but he had a soft spot for kin and family, as all Northern ice melts into a smile given. " For you, and the young wolves? "

[unholynghts]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃    𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : @crimsonsbled

zana she liked to get up just moments before dawn, just before the sun rose in the east. it gave her a brief, yet necessary moment to herself before setting motion to whatever tasks she had to carry out that day for the princess. however, the morning seemed to have other plans for her. she was longer alone.

it hadn't been long since their first meeting but she could recognize his footsteps anywhere, it didn't help how loud they were. " you are aware i know you are there, " she awaited for another loud footstep or response. " right? "

[vxlxrdohxeris]

Open starter. @crimsonsbled. @luvburn. @traegedys

Three days after the beginning of the tournament, at the maester's tent.

Desmond had not been sure how long he was asleep for, until the maester told him that it had been three days. To say he was in a bad mood was an understatement, his head hurt and whenever he tried to move, his side would make him groan in pain. Seems like he could not catch a break when it came to tournaments. He had asked the maester or whoever was at the entrance of the tent to not let anyone inside, he didn't want anyone to see him like this, he looked weak and pathetic. His head was bandaged because of the injury he had suffered during the fall. The same happened to his torso, that was badly bruised and where the piece of wood had penetrated on his side. The Gods had a strange sense of humor, humiliated him in such a way, leaving him badly wounded but merciful enough not to take his life. His head turned towards the entrance of the tent when he heard footsteps. "I said I didn't want visitors." He said as he laid down on the bed.

[sapphircd]

closed  starter  :  adhika  dagareon  //  @sacramentes  @crimsonsbled  @oftroje  &  @seaxtides

tanned  fingers  glide  along  the  silk.  a  dress  of  different  colors  than  what  she  had  believed  to  be  wearing  after  the  crown  prince's  wedding.  the  dresses  in  the  color  of  the  dragon  had  been  removed  from  her  chambers  and  along  with  them,  her  dignity.  bloodshot  eyes  from  lack  of  sleep  had  been  tended  to,  but  evident  bruising  underneath  the  eyes  was  still  present.  the  thought  of  walking  into  the  masses  of  nobles  was  terrifying   ⸻   but  she  was  not  afraid.  a  dark  rage  had  begun  to  build  within  the  gentle,  eldest  dagareon  daughter.  a  rage  which  could  never  be  clenched.  with  brave  steps  and  a  head  held  high,  she  ascended  the  stairs  from  the  dagareon  living  quarters.  disgraced,  forgotten,  tricked.  the  taste  of  iron  filled  her  mouth.  teeth  biting  for  redemption.  yet,  she  would  not  let  it  show,  she  would  not  give  that  satisfaction.  the  staircase  seemed  to  last  for  decades  and  her  destination  seemed  too  far  to  reach,  yet  the  forgotten  ametrine  would  fight  to  shine  the  brightest  once  more.

[solwintersarchived]

closed starter , @shebambi @steelfyre @crimsonsbled @coldwindcoldwords @romanceur @wcrfcres

he felt stupid and out of place dressed fancy at southron feast , with the damned piece of fabric sitting uncomfortably on his face . second cup of ale reaches his lips in hopes to make the ordeal a tad bit more bearable . lord stark is irritated and bored , that much is evitable . he had stopped listening to fellow companion's words a while ago , losing their train of thought completely . " has anyone told you you talk too much ? " arnolf speaks at last , tone far from malicious , merely observant . " because you do. "

[sepulchcrs]

closed starter — with @steelfyre + @laments + @crimsonsbled + ( 0 / 1 )

— “ NO , and don't ask again . ” her eyes flicker quickly over the others form , nose scrunched mildly in disgust ; a single eyebrow raises , as if questioning the audacity one had to have to even approach the lady stag . despite her harsh words , the unsubtle threat that lies at the end of her sentence , the dismissal in her gaze , the lady fury looks bored , dark gaze clouded with apathy , her lips falling into something close to a pout . the bloodlust that heats her blood has lied dormant , tepid , for too long ; she yearns for the anger of the lords and ladies , the betrayal they so easily practice on each other , the violence they are so quick to . “ there has not been enough blood spilt to warrant any dancing , yet . ”

[wcrfcres]

CLOSED STARTER ✦ @crimsonsbled

marriage is a duty , and dyanna knew that when the time comes , like every lady of a noble house , she must fulfill it . she dreams of love that rivals that of songs and stories ; harboring hope ever since she was a little girl that she will get a chance at it should her betrothed be named . she had studied , prepared , and willed herself to be what a perfect wife should be . ❝ did you see the look on the older princess' face when she entered the sept ? ❞ though now she wonders , if a woman of princess adhika's station encountered such a misfortune , what are the odds for the likes of her ? sheer will and determination may not be adequate , contrary to what she had been taught to believe . not a matter of trying or toiling at all , men get the final say , to the very last minute . ❝ some may think it clever or romantic , but what does it make of princess adhika ? ❞

[disrcpairs]

“  i  already  wish  for  them  to  make  haste  and  leave  .  ”  unsure  of  benefits  to  having  the  dragons  under  their  roof   alyssa  made  her  discontent  clear  with  one  that  she  hoped  would  not  stamp  down  her  words  without  listening  first  .  sister's  death  hung  heavily  on  her  mind  and  added  bodies  ,  added  pressures  to  be  perfect  a  bane  to  the  tumultuous  relations  that  alyssa  incited  following  alerie's  death  with  their  parents  .  once  silent  about  all  ,  rose  grown  to  deliver  thorned  words  with  her  head  turning  to  place  her  attention  upon  alysane  .  “  before  it  is  our  home  that  is  the  next  up  in  flames  .   ”  

closed starter : @crimsonsbled

[sunlaid]

              # 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋

( @cursebrcken , @sacrificeds , @ichorsveined , @crimsonsbled , @steelfyre , @dearorphic )

hands  were  not  made  to  hold  delicately  ,  calloused  and  torn  by  manual  labor  .  consequently  ,  the  liege  avoided  touching  their  dance  partner  too  tightly  ,  fearing  the  ridges  and  bumps  could  be  felt  through  gloves  .    "  how  are  you  enjoying  the  evening  so  far  ,  my  liege  ?  "

[hamart1as]

closed   starter   ━━   ft.   your    choice. @crimsonsbled, @morewoe, @wcrfcres

another   attempt   to   redirect   vitriolic   fallout.   to   appear   blameless—innocent,   should   the   new   hand   prove   to   be   a   ruinous   choice.   better   to   sacrifice   what   can   be   easily   replaced   than   continue   to   subject   oneself   to   the   baying   for   blood.   were   it   anyone   else,   the   golden   serpent   would   find   it   an   ingenious   solution.                    “                   the   queen   has   placed   a   great   deal   of   faith in   her   council’s   ability   to   make   the   right decision for   the   good of the realm.                   ”

[steelfyre]

dance card four ›› @heavenechos , @crimsonsbled , @heavnle

orders  given  by any  but  queenly mother left a bitter taste in calyx's mouth, tempting him to tear the dance card from his wrist and cast it to the floor. but the eyes of court restrained dragon's fire. he turned away from the dessert table with two tarts upon his plate, steps purposeful as they carried him to current companion. the plate was extended.  ❝ for you. ❞   lips curved upward  ❝ unless you'd prefer to take to the dance floor? ❞

[crvwncd]

dance  card  specific,  with @crimsonsbled, @grandeurss, @steelfyre, @xdiviinity

"  i  do  apologize  ,  but  my  feet  hurt  .  i  won't  be  doing  anymore  dancing  until  a  little  later  in  the  evening  .  "  their  specified  dance  cards  wasn't  a  bother  to  her  ,  aside  ,  from  dancing  more  than  she'd  planned  to  .  as  nice  as  the  celebrations  had  been  and  a  good  distraction  for  a  time,  it  had  gotten  increasingly  harder  not  to  retreat  into  herself  .  "  would  you  like  some  wine  instead  ?  "  

[sapphircd]

closed  starter  :  maesella  targaryen  //  @sacramentes  @crimsonsbled @seaxtides   (  +  one   open   spot   ) 

confusion  had  clouded  maesella's  mind.  the  night  which  had  begun  so  lovely  and  wonderful  had  turned  into  an  event  where  she  felt  out  of  place  as  if  she  had  invaded  a  private  family  affair.  seated  on  a  bench  outside  in  the  blazing  sun,  the  ivory-skinned  dragon  found  herself  gazing  at  flowers  screaming  for  water  and  her  mind  wandered  to  what  had  happened.  had  her  cousin  wished  for  this?  had  it  been  planned  all  along  or  had  the  princess  of  essos  who  ran  into  the  ceremony  been  robbed  of  the  crown?  she  didn't  care  for  politics  but  she  cared  for  wounded  hearts.  "what  would  i  have  done."  she  murmured  underneath  her  breath,  more  to  herself  than  anyone  present.

[lovelaid]

*           𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳.         cassana    ﹠    aerion,   in   the   wee   hours   of   the   morning.               (         @crimsonsbled.         )

she   makes   for   a   study   in   contradictions:    all   sinew    +    feline   grace,   𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍   movements   when   she   curls,   catlike,   into   awaiting   husband’s   lap.    (    rigidity   of   spine   belies   the   fact   that    whipsmart   cogitations    haven’t   𝗰𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱   since   marital   rites   set   the   seven   kingdoms   ablaze.    )    comes   bearing   goblets   full   to   the   brim,   still   a   vision   in   finery    /    adrenaline   still   evident,   a    live   wire    that   weaves   her   together.       “       the   gods   won’t   look   fondly   on   us   for   this.       ”       us:   a   term   that   would’ve   once   been   a   cause   for   contention,   the   notion   that   she   would   ever   bear   dragon’s    flame.    it   suits   her   a   little   too   well,   truth   be   told.       “       quite   frankly,   though,   the   gods   are   the   least   of   our   problems.       ”