#crimsonsbled

[wcrfcres]

CLOSED STARTER ✦ alysane tyrell ( @crimsonsbled )

no longer a damsel in distress , but resuming her post as a flower of highgarden . tragedy that struck leaves no mark at a glance . though he'd seen in one too many times when a single look leaves more to be desired . it such that made him approach her , unconventional greeting served but not without a snappish bow . ❝ you seem to be faring better these days , lady tyrell . ❞

[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

[ichorsveined]

at  its  core  ,  it  is  a  familiar  sight  ;  predator  trapping  quarry  into  a  corner  .  but  the  quarry  is  one  the  knight  of  ninestars  recognizes  ,  one  that  should  not  be  prey  in  the  first  place  —  and  before  maika  is  even  aware  of  it  ,  she's  already  poised  to  intercept  . there is  no  honor  in  a  surprise  attack  ,  and  if  she  could  somehow  have  it  her  way,    they  would  face  off  in  a  duel  .  but  ser templeton  does  what  must  be  done  ,  catching  the  assailants  unawares  —  a  slice  here  ,  a  stab  there  —  felling  them  until  only  her  fellow  valewoman  remains  . stooping  down  ,  maika  clutches  both  daggers  in  one  hand  ,  unwilling  to  disarm  herself  just  yet  .  reaching  out  with  her  free  hand  ,  she  stops  short  ,  letting  it  fall  with  a  smack  atop  her  thigh  ,  "  have  you  been  hurt  ,  @crimsonsbled  ?  "  she  asks  .  fleetingly  ,  she  wishes  the  liege  before  her  were  one  of  her  siblings  instead  ,  but  she  dismisses  the  thought  just  as  quickly  —  a blaspheme  ,  surely  .  she  will  always  be  house  arryn's  loyal  servant  ,  just  as  her  ancestors  long  before  her  .  won't  she  ?

[morewoe]

"Perhaps  it  is  simply  the  three  months  away,  that  has  dulled  memory.  That,  and  more  time  spent  outdoors  in  these  beautiful  gardens,  than  in  King's  Landing.  I  hope  you  do  not  think  me  ungrateful  for  your  family's  gracious  hospitality.  I  have,  in  truth,  been  curious  about  many  of  the  great  house's  seats  for  as  long  as  I  can  remember,  and  to  be  able  to  see  it  in  person  is  a  dream."  And  to  be  able  to  replace  imagination  with  known  fact  was  an  incredible  opportunity.  And,  truly,  imagination  could  not  compete  with  the  reality.  "Quite  frankly,  I  think  I  would  take  any  recommendation  you  feel  gracious  enough  to  share.  I  do  not  think  I  would  favour  them  half  as  well  as  you  do,  my  lady,  but  in  truth  I  cannot  say  I  have  ever  tried.  I  think  this  as  good  a  time  as  any  to  find  out."

alysane  let  out  a  soft  chuckle  at  the  northerner's  words  ,  finding  humor  in  the  remark.  to  her,  this  weather  was  far  from  intolerable  —  no  ,  it  was  ideal  ,  almost  lovely  .  yet  ,  she  thought  ,  if  the  roles  were  reversed  and  she  found  herself  in  the  icy  grip  of  the  north  ,  perhaps  she  too  would  voice  similar  complaints  .  “  king's  landing  ,  "  she  remarked  with  an  air  of  nonchalance  ,  her  mahogany  eyes  drifting  towards  the  flowing  waters  of  the  mander  ,  "  is  far  hotter  than  highgarden  ever  was  .  a  lighter  gown  makes  all  the  difference  ,  too  you  know.  perhaps  i  should  send  my  seamstress  your  way  ,  lady  myranda  .  a  fitting  for  a  dress  in  light  summer  hues  —  do  you  favor  the  colors  of  summer,  my  lady  ?  "

[dearorphic]

@crimsonsbled * ysabela arryn

[...] " For what it's worth, I truly hope you had a wonderful time, Lady Ysabela, " he speaks without a trace of tiredness, which sulks at features as though the fault was never there. As it was never the fault of lady wife's siblings to bear, and to be so far from home : he softens at the resemblance. " None deserved to dance with you at all, Yse. " He shrugs the only betrayal of bitterness in admission. " Else many feet of the court would soon know the ferocity of the Vale's claws , " he attempts at a light - hearted tease, fingers curling into a claw; his own half smile hidden behind good brother's mischief.

[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? "

[morewoe]

"I   will   be   forever   grateful   not   to   have   to   be   sitting   in   those   meetings,   or   at   that   dinner   table.   I   don't   think   I   can   imagine   a   more   uncomfortable   atmosphere."   They   gave   an   exaggerated   shiver,   though   they   would   do   almost   anything   to   be   a   fly   on   the   walls.   "You   are   right,   of   course,   and   there   is   nothing   else   to   do.   We   all   saw   them   wed.   Had   Princess   Adhika   been   even   moments   sooner,   then   it   would   be   a   different   story   entirely,   would   it   not?"

"  it  changes  nothing  ,  "  the  redwyne's  shoulder  lifted  .  "  the  deal  was  fulfilled  .  we  have  a  new  princess  of  dragonstone  .  now  ,  the  internal  damage  that  needed  to  be  repaired  is  another  thing  ,  don't  you  think  ?  as  mere  subject  ,  "  matthos  could  not  help  but  chuckle  at  his  own  words,  "  what  is  there  left  to  do  at  this  point  but  to  accept  and  wish  the  newly  weds  well  ?  "  acceptance  on  the  other  hand  ,  well  ,  that  is  one  that  is  questionable  to  this  day  .

[sunlaid]

# 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗿 ↷ @vi0light, @crimsonsbled + five other replies

hel   does   not   weep.      not   even   as   she   is   tucked   between   walls,      a   hand   holding   on   to   broken   glass   as   makeshift   blade,      the   other   pushed   upon   leg   injury.      the   blade   had   nearly   missed   skin,      but   still   created   a   wound   that   bled.      it   is   not   fear   that   held   her   together,      but   rather perfectly crafted fury.      shadow   loomed   over,      and   teeth   are   bared,      slicing   at   the   space   between   she   and   blurred   company.      "   fucking   coward! "

[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? ❞

[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 ? ❞

[wcrfcres]

sight was enough to convince the lord of pyke that he may have fallen into the crack between the past and present . for why else will this ache in his heart quiver like an abandoned child seeing a reach rose and a dragon prince playing into the role they have been born to play ? all flowers are like that , heads held high and arms wide open to the sky above them , where dragons float , swerve , and snatch whichever they please . no room for horrors and monstrosities , none for krakens . ❝ well , look at that , alysane , ❞ man standing before them embodied all that westeros frowns upon . savagery and rage made flesh , no longer watered down for comfort . in all his blood - soaked glory , dalton greyjoy stands before a lover from the past and the boy she chose over him . his finger fiddle with the pommel , nail scratching at the carvings of the grip . how easy would it be to seek retribution for fickle heart's betrayal ? all too easy . instead , he distracts himself from the idea of it all , eyes flicker to the prince , finding any excuse to drive sword into his neck came with ease . bring it back to the greyjoy apartment as a trinket ... but he turns to alysane once more . ❝ you got yourself a prince , how... charming , ❞

the  tyrell  rose  nodded  subtly  in  relief  as  he  spoke  ,  a  faint  smile  playing  on  chapped  lips  as  she  raised  a  dainty  hand  to  his  cheek  .  "  you’re  okay  ,  "  she  repeated  softly  ,  needing  the  reassurance  herself  .  her  head  spun  ,  everything  blurring  at  the  edges  ,  but  alysane  fought  to  stay  conscious  —  she  had  to  .  a  wince  escaped  her  as  his  fingers  brushed  her  face  ,  only  now  feeling  the  sting  of  a  cut  there  .  "  i  lost  my  shoe  ,  "  she  murmured  absently  ,  feeling  the  cold  stone  floor  press  sharply  against  her  bare  foot  .  every  part  of  her  hurt  ,  a  deep  ache  that  pulsed  through  her  body  ,  the  pain  almost  numbing  with  its  intensity  .  "  t  —  there  was  a  man  in  there  .  .  .  i  —  i  think  i  .  .  .  k  —  killed  him  .  .  .  he  —  um  —  he  ,  "  she  stammered  ,  her  voice  barely  a  whisper  as  she  clutched  the  side  of  her  head  ,  her  bloodied  hand  holding  onto  aelyx  for  stability  . 

[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

[ichorsveined]

hiding  her  face  behind  hand  ,  under  guise  of  embarrassment  ,  arushi  peeks  out  at  the  other  lady  .  evaluating  .  an  amalgam  of  pity  and  amusement  swirls  within  ,  threatening  to  emerge  .  and  so  she  releases  it  ,  gradually  :  "  thank  you  ,  for  your  discretion  ,  "    quiet  laugh  ,  tinged  with  false  nerves  ,  as  if  building  confidence  again  .  but there is nothing to build , if it has never been lost in the first place . "  not  to  worry  ,  though  .  it's  not  as  if  we're  making  a  blood  oath  .  "  with  reserved  smile  ,  a  reassurance  rolls  off  the  tongue  .  "  still  ,  i  should  apologize  .  that  was  …  uncourtly  of  me  .  "

ysabela  had  been  waiting  to  slip  out  of  the  great  hall  all  evening  .  after  her  last  dance  ,  she  quietly  disappeared  into  the  crowd  ,  making  her  way  through  to  the  thick  oak  doors  .  "  oh  !  "  daughter  of  the  vale  stopped  on  her  tracks  ,  panic  rising  .  she  glanced  around  ,  desperate  to  find  a  place  to  hide  ,  but  it  was  too  late  .  they  had  already  spotted  her  .  "  i  —  i  saw  nothing  .  i  —  i  meant  i  did  see  but  it  was  dark  and  —  "  she  finally  stopped  rambling  .  "  i  will  tell  no  one  .  you  have  my  word  .  "

[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? "

[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. "