#exfabularum

[1thr0nez]

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elras enjoyed the festivities as much as the next person, but he was starting to miss the comfort of his own home. though he was pleased to still be surrounded by his siblings and friends - he would have preferred the comforts of his own bed and the view outside of his walls. perhaps they should consider holding a gathering one day soon.. but would he want potential enemies so close to home? it didn't seem wise, not even for lannisters.

" tell me, are you missing home yet, chaaya? " perhaps it didn't help that jaeda had gotten under his skin again. he tried not to allow it but she seemed to be the only one capable of having such a hold on him - insults and all. " i miss my bed and the quiet. "

[liesthehead]

✧ dorothea ( jian )

having a night out or having a night in // go to the cinema or have a picnic in a park (talking through a movie is rude and she wants to see his face xx) // having dinner in a good restaurant or cooking at home (cooking means he's doing all the work while she sits pretty on the counter and steals bits from the cutting board. thea will burn water, dont let her near the stove) // swimming in a pool or going to the beach // text about the day or do a videocall // have a holliday together on a big city or have a holliday together in a farm // travelling to a tropical country or travelling to a snowy country // going to a concert or an afternoon of shopping // spending a day on a library or spending a day practicing a new sport (the only part about a new sport that interests her is 1) watching him do it 2) going "can you show me how?") // having a coffee together or having a cocktail together // going to an art gallery or going to an history museum (she wants to touch his butt then go "oops sorry, not supposed to touch the masterpieces")

[liesthehead]

"Do you think I do not care for them?" Not one could say he did not adore her children- they were his blood too, no matter who their father was. Kázmér eyed her hand suspiciously. "I was not yelling, nor was there anyone to hear." Hopefully no one to see his trip down the stairs, his younger sister standing over him as if victor of a duel. It would have been less embarrassing had she beat him in combat- rather than a simple shove sending him careening down a flight of stairs. "No doubt they are safe with me- how could you doubt that?" Despite all that he was, he could never betray her in such a way, never put her children in any danger. He had none of his own but he could still remember how easily Andras and Tomas had fit in the crook of his arm, how Maria still did- he had seen each of them grow, had played with them, had scolded them when they strayed too close to danger as any caring uncle would. "You speak of dying for them- of this man doing the same, even though he cannot have met them more than a handful of times. I have known them their entire lives, Zo. Do you not believe I would do the same?"

Gathering her skirts, Zosia carefully and confidently descended the stairs a brother stumbled down. Each footfall was like a thunder of power, commanding the ground and the air with intent. "As long as the Viking is under threat - the father of my children will see protection from my house, and if my brothers wish to jeopardize my children by loudly announcing they belong to one a king wants to behead - the stairs are the least of your worries, beloved brother. What if your shouting his name alerts the Scottish crown that there are tools to bring him out of hiding - to bend him to their will - he would die for his children if it meant saving them, as would I, and when you have a child, you will know there is nothing I would not do to ensure their safety and well being. Even if it meant I come to harm - they will not. That is the meaning of family. To protect them at all costs," Zosia declared before crouching beside Kázmér. He was not too broken or injured not to continue to function. A hand extended to him. "I would ask until things are safe, you keep such secrets safe."

[stvvlblcde]

closed starter for @royalreiqn, @regalitied, @dieluminis, @nubivgant, @ichorforged, @gcldens, @exfabularum, +4 more!

the crownlands were painfully boring to look upon in comparison to their home in riverrun, not even holding a candle to the flame that was the riverlands within edmyn's heart. they scrunched up their nose in distaste as they stared out the window of the keep, eyes following a few who moved through the courtyard below. the sound of approaching footsteps makes edmyn let out a soft sigh, waiting till the other has stood there for a few uncomfortable beats. " pardon, am i blocking your view? hardly seems worth it." edmyn took a minuscule step to the left, hardly removing themselves from the way.

[royalreiqn]

open  starter    /    nikolai royce. where:   somewhere in the red keep. who: open to all ! ( @citadelts, @regalitied, @dieluminis, @hcavensnight, @stvvlblcde, @exfabularum, @bhlaise )

        he'd  found  a  place  for  himself  in the corner of the room, content, as he was without fail, to remain amongst the shadows, unseen by and not a burden to those also occupying the space. he missed runestone already. it's quiet. it's familiarity. if he could lock himself away in the chambers given to him then he would, but oddly enough, he worried his absence from court would only draw attention to him, prompting further whispers about his failings, too timid to even represent his family. so he swallowed his nerves and sat quietly, observing as he leafed through a book. the sight of another wandering around, seemingly out of place, drew his eye.        ❝  you can sit here, if you'd like,  ❞ he offered with a shy smile.

[gxst]

CLOSED STARTER : adam & jian ( @exfabularum )

would he be given the opportunity to go back in time and do things differently, undo the sharing of every single meal he'd been given with the man who he loved so, adam would not. even now, locked up in some cold and damp dungeons of the castle, body beaten and bruised by guards for the frequency of his unknowingly breaking of the rules. he would not do anything any differently.

it was absurd, spending his time on a dungeon floor in the name of resting, utterly exhausted yet unable to sleep out of fear that he'd be led away again. as he is tapped on the shoulder, informed that he's been asked for, this is of course where his mind jumps. again. he is no better than they left him and he is to go through it again and panic sets in - but then he sees jian, and he is ashamed. to be seen in this weakened state, and for having been made to look like a thief when when all he'd done was made a habit of splitting his rations in two. following a previous visit, he is curled up close enough to the bars now separating him from his king and so he simply sits up, remains on the floor because he truly does not have it in him to stand. "i'm not- they won't listen to me but i've not stolen any food, jian, i'm not a thief."

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[liesthehead]

"Whatever else, pray tell, might I want?" She mimicked his teasing tone, ending her question with a wink. He was forever her favourite partner in dance as he was in life. Dorothea squeezed his hand before letting go as she slid into her position. "Business later, when there is not so many thirsty ears just waiting to reply speak to others." She had always been mindful of how one appeared in public- but it was even more important since they had come to the throne. Ensuring the safety- and respect- of her husband and their family was of the upmost importance. He was the king and she his queen- forever his defender, forever at his side. She had spent years at court while he ran the country in the old king's name- spent it learning how word travels, how it warps, all the dirty underbellies of court politics, of rumour and fact so intertwined it was near impossible to tell the difference. "For now all I wish for you to have on your mind is this dance and your partner." She let out a light laugh as the music started up, falling into practiced step alongside him.

Following her he was the happiest he had been for some time, even happier than the day he was joined to her as husband and wife. It was a sense of accomplishment that perhaps he had finally made it to a place that felt like a moment of contentment. King. Husband. Brother. Provider. Supporter. Strategist. Calvulative but considerate. There would still be an eternal longing for expansion. There would be a paranoia of looking over his shoulder that would never leave him, but happiness was written on his face for a flashing flicker of a second as he was dragged to the dance floor. Anything for her. All he did was for her."Are you sure all you want in this moment is to dance?" He teased with a soft lift of his brows, taking up the proper position for dancing. Mother had drilled it into him like father had insisted Jian know how to be brutal in both the art of war and statecraft. "We will make a success out of this trip if not for us but whatever sort of future we find for ourselves. No business for now - only dancing."

[royalreiqn]

closed starter    /    theon stark. where:   the training grounds. who:   @stvvlblcde, @scigne, @drwnedsun, @exfabularum, @disfunctie + open to 1 - 2 more replies

        knowing  that  he  couldn't  leave  the  city even if he wanted to made the walls feel closer. for the past years, he'd grown accustomed to the openness of the north; here, however, walls surrounded him in all directions. he couldn't help but wander if joss had felt similarly before the call for his arrest was made - had he felt the doom drawing nearer? or had been caught unaware, blinded by his faith that the one he loved would never let harm befall him as she should have? but the velaryons put their crown first, even above those they called family. theon slashed at the training dummy with greater force. at least they hadn't be stripped of their weapons. he surely would've gone mad without being able to train. another slash was followed by another. his chest heaved with each breath as he stepped back for a moment, and only then did he realize someone was watching.       ❝  were you looking to train too? or do you need something?  ❞        he asked, turning toward them.

[royalreiqn]

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        under  the  guise  of  duty,  cassian  had hardly left the tower of the hand since the events of the feast, collecting evidence and questioning all in attendance from the nobles to the servants. a pointless endeavor. for the truth lived within him, the culprit's name known before the poison had even filled the goblet, and it would be at his discretion if it was revealed or if another name joined joss baratheon's on the list of innocents he tricked the velaryons into beheading. only time would tell what would serve him best. when that time came, he must make certain the evidence aligned with his desired so no one could doubt or suspect anything was amiss. he sigh fell from his lips when someone knocked and entered the room.        ❝  unless it's something urgent, i fear this isn't the best time.  ❞        he still set down his quill and looked up.

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[liesthehead]

It was not often that Mihrimah ventured to the dining hall- much more often the woman tended to take meals in the rooms given to her family, especially in recent times. "Lady Nilani." She paused at the sight of her son's dear friend, eyes travelling from their face to their plate and back. "Are you feeling quite well dear?" Few these days were sharing what little rations were given- and the expression on the Lady of York's face worried Mihrimah.

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Food was harder to come by until solutions could be found to an issue a scottish king should've considered when offering to play host to the world. Nilani had been given a larger portion, gifted to her by someone other than a fiance there was limited ability to avoid them. Winter would be coming and winter clothes could hide something only so far. Nothing smelled right, the taste off and a delicate hand covered her mouth. The lady of york had an overwhelming urge to wretch but kept it down, breathing slowly, pushing the plate farther away from their person. "I - please have it. I couldn't possibly stomach eating - no. Others need it more - no" Nilani breathed in slowly, passing a crust of bread and a ration of salt-cured fish towards the other person who'd sat down. "Please take it, I insist."

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[regalitied]

          her fingers reached out absently to trailed against the rough stone wall beside them, ancient and sturdy, and unawares to the turmoil that stirred inside them. still, her gaze lingered on the handsome man before her; distinctly southern, though that did not make him any less a sight to behold, and his own assessment was enough to make a faint flush creep up her cheeks. not that she was unused to such looks, she supposed, but perhaps she'd never quite paid attention. ❝ we do seem to have nothing but time to explore it. i fear i will end up lost more than once, before our time here ends. ❞ the words are offered with a quiet laugh, nisa certain she'd manage just that within the walls of the keep itself, let alone the outer walls. ❝ i should think that if one wished to know my name, they need only ask. it is nisa, my lord. forrester. though i'm sure the pleasure is all mine, even if you now have me at a disadvantage, knowing my name where i do not know yours. ❞

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          nisa still could not quite wrap her head around it, nor around the unease that had made itself comfortable in her chest. already so unused to traveling far beyond the reaches of the north, it was one thing to come for celebration and another to have to remain in the aftermath of injustice. though she did not long for the unknown beyond the gates of capital, that hadn’t stopped the young forrester lady from wandering along the edges. save from insisting on accompanying her himself, his brother had begrudgingly sent her off with a guard who was more statue than companion. perhaps it’s why the sight of another, when she was meant to be on her guard instead of eager for conversation, made her all the more inclined to pause in her exploration of the wall. ❝ i think the only one that should be mourning their escape is the one responsible for the attack on our princess, but i for one have no interest in being beyond the gates. ❞ a quiet hum as she turned her gaze from the tall parapets along the wall to that of the man before her. ❝ i hope they catch whoever’s responsible, but at least we have the city at our disposal until then, wouldn’t you agree ? ❞

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It was only right to pause in observance of the beauty that hummed beside him - an ethereal creature that breathed of heavens no god could touch and could turn grown beings to dust in its wake. Was he awestruck for a second or so - it would be a betrayal of his own character if he did not admit for the fraction of a moment, a second or more, that Uthor was actually breathless. Many women were beautiful, all of them were but few people ever had the ability to cause Uthor to be at a lost for words for time. This woman deserved portraits painted of her so she would steal time away and cheat death remaining beautiful for all days. He smiled finally shaking his head. “We do have the city at our disposal and the opportunity to get to know it rather intimately if we wish it. I hope they catch them as well. What would a man need to do to earn your name though? I would like to be worthy of knowing who it is I have the pleasure of conversing with”

[liesthehead]

He should have expected it. It was not frequent these types of encounters happened- but it was not rare enough for it to be completely out of the question. Hitting each other as toddlers over shared toys, grown into sparring, now to the rare push and shove that only siblings could exchange. Kázmér's feet stumbled back with the push- one step, then another- and where his foot was meant to find purchase was only air.

He rolled down the stairs, hitting each one on his way down with a shout. For a moment he only laid on the ground, breath taken from him, pain shooting through his body. Dazed, he blinked up at the ceiling, in disbelief that Zosia had actually shoved him. "Ow, what the hell Zo?"

Stalking forward, Zosia now moved to circle and older brother, gaze unwavering. Maneuvering about as if the space was hers, some ancient arena or board of strategy to shift pieces around, knowing the game ten steps ahead of the other. Would he not realize he had been issued several warnings within the context of her conversation with him to back down. Zosia offered him a retreat - a way to back out - if he was so inclined to engage his cognitive capabilities as a reasonably educated male. He had made his choice. Unwise.

"If people attempt to discredit my children, I have ended such for far less. Do you believe your brother-in-law fell dead on his own? I would worry what people say about you, brother." Zosia froze as he uttered the name. Muscles coiled in her arm, a soft burn in the building of tension in her limbs. Hands came to rest in front of her abdomen, fingers tapping against each other. "There are listening ears, foolish brother of mine. Say the name louder and put my children in danger because of your mouthful of gossip. Oh no - brother, watch your step... " Zosia commented, purely reacting, giving him just a tiny shove forward.