#i. trystane allyrion — nymeria allyrion.

[crvwnfought]

with  nymeria  allyrion    /    @glvrious​ where:   an empty hallway away from the celebration. when:   later in the evening.

       hurt  and  embarrassment  dragged  him  down into the depths of despondency, brightened only by flickers of anger, even betrayal, that grew the longer he sat in silence. trystane knew he must eventually return to the celebration unless the rumors grew worse, ruining his reputation even more, but he couldn’t yet face the judging looks. his stepmother must be laughing in her grave; she’d always whispered to any who would listen how unfit he was as a ruler. the sound of footsteps made him curse under his breath. eyes narrowed when he turned and saw her.        ❝  i’m not in the mood, nymeria.  ❞        he snapped, too wounded to maintain the distant but otherwise courteous demeanor normally extended to his sister.

[flvvrpetals]

glvrious​:

throughout the months, it had been wyllas’ letters that she’d seen burned. and, throughout the same months, she had found herself missing a friend as much as she resented him for not hurting only one allyrion. still, time had been kind and soothed anything over. “i would be lying if i said i had tried my damndest not to do exactly that.” even nymeria doesn’t know if she is joking or not. “no region was spared but my family seemed to have been given some respite from it all.” now, it’s her violet eyes’ turn to look at wyllas. truly look at him. “you are wearing all black.” it’s both a surprised question and more of a remark all at the same time.

wyllas let’s out a dull laugh, lacking his usual sense of charm that he saved for her specifically. “ i am grateful then that the seven granted you the strength to carry on despite the trials.” his eyes flicker behind her, as if searching for her usual shadow. “ i have a gift for the tiny princess, it was too heavy to send by raven but perhaps you can give it to her now.” the man’s body tenses ever so slightly at her comment on his attire, recalling that if trystane had burned anything he’d written she knew nothing of what had happened. “ ah, yes. my family was not as blessed by the seven to go without loss.” he paused, swallowing down the guilt. “ my youngest sister.”

[crvwnfought]

with  nymeria  allyrion    /    @glvrious​ where:   one of staerdale’s gardens. when:   midday.

       he  would  much  prefer  remaining  in  the allyrion apartments or the libraries, nose buried in a book, but there were a handful of people he couldn’t say no to, and the youngest of that group was now sitting on his shoulders, reaching up for an apple. it would have been easy for trystane to reach out and get it himself for his niece - it barely hung a few inches above his head. ashara had refused, insisting that she wanted to get it herself and looking expectantly up at her uncle. the request had been clear.         ❝  can you reach it now, little sun?  ❞        he asked, standing perfectly still.