#leave it alsone

[trcshcans]

alson listened as her siblings discussed what was to be done with eira's children. the children's safety was the most important thing as tensions rise. alson did not want to see any harm done to them. it would be a good idea to send enrick to the north. she may not like their father, but he was a good man to the true-born children.

when eira turns to her, alson nods to her words. while alson would stand by the crown no matter what, she was not happy with queen visenya's oversight of the smallfolk. for her sister to think of such and wish to help them spoke volumes to her person. "you are quite generous sister, with the help of storm's end, i believe the smallfolk with be grateful," she says at first. "i promise you, i would never want anything to threaten you, either of you," she looks to erren for a moment before looking back at eira. "we are entering harsh times and i only wish to see you safe. i may not share your name, but i share your blood. your faith is well placed, i swear to you." her thoughts go back to the night xaerys for just a moment and how what she helped to do was not faithful, but she quickly pushes that thought away. "as long as you are both in this city, i will do whatever it takes to protect you and keep you safe." @ironlamb

REPLY FOR : alson ( @trcshcans ) & eira !

ERREN'S EXPRESSION WARMS AT THE SIGHT OF ALSON , HIS HEAD BOWING IN THE SLIGHTEST OF NOD IN THEIR DIRECTION . it was nice to be reunited with his siblings . he couldn't help but feel the weight of regret settle over his shoulders . they should have done this more , before now . they should have taken the time presented to them . and now there was so little of it left . you never knew when time would run out . xaerys was proof of that if nothing else . he blinks as his sister turns her attention to him , his brows arching with it briefly before he's straightening a bit at the seriousness of the topic . it is with a furrow of his brows that erren nods . " of course , eira ." the answer is without the slightest of hesitations . their adoration for their nieces and nephews was something they would never try to deny . " you could never be asking too much of me ." their eyes soften before they're clasping their hands behind their back again with a second nod . " enrick and i will return north together and he will experience the north as we did when we were children . the conflict will not touch him , for this you have my word ." there is a beat before erren looks to eira and alson in turn , where he tries for a smile to add , " and it will be a grand opportunity to bond with my namesake ."

[trcshcans]

the raven came sooner than he had expected it. he was not ready to read what was written on the scroll. dark wings, dark words. the battle was just a few days ago and though the crown had been victorious, vaegon could not help but worry about is friends and cousins on the other side. he hated this, he hated this war, he hated that it has to be this way.

it took all of his strength and a full goblet of win to finally crack open the grey wax with a wolf imprinted in it.

vaegon- your kind words have touched me, but i will not change my mind. i will not bend the knee to your mother after what she has done to the realm. i will stand by your uncle as i have done for all my life. it breaks my heart to tell you this, but my son erren has fallen in battle. i know you two were great friends along with your cousin xaerys velaryon, which is why i am writing to you now. it is not too late to stop this bloodshed, all your mother and family have to do is bend the knee to your uncle and allow him to take his seat on the iron throne as he should have done forty years ago. -jasper stark, lord of winterfell, warden of the north

tears were in his eyes as he finished the letter. a strange feeling of sadness and anger filled him. not erren, not his friend. all this loss and bloodshed and for what? because lord corwyn was the male heir and visenya was the eldest daughter? so many people would die because he could not accept that things have changed. vaegon may not like his mother, but her claim was just as strong as his, just as vaelora's claim will be as strong as jaehaerys'.

he allowed himself to feel his emotions, to grieve his dear friend alone. but he knew what he had to do next even if he did not want to.

alson had been hurt in battle fighting along side his sister. she was recovering in the white tower and has yet to venture out into the castle. he knew her well enough to know that she would not come out until licked her wounds and regained her ego.

knocking lightly on the door to the lord commander's chambers, vaegon waited for an answer before stepping inside. "for give me, ser," he says in an unusually soft voice. he and aslon had practically grown up together and though they were not close, he still cared about her. she was basically a member of her family.

"what is it, has something happened?" she says in a hoarse voice. even with an arrow wound to her back and an unusable arm, she still cared her duty and making sure everyone was okay.

"alson," he starts as he walks over to her bedside. "i don't quite know how to say this. i wrote to your father... asking him of word from the other side. i know my mother would take my head if she knew, but i could not stand not knowing what happened to my cousins and friends after the battle."

alson looked at him with expecting eyes. could she tell what he was about to say? did she know it in her heart what happened? he thought of when maegor died and the feeling he felt. the heart break that comes with losing a sibling.

vaegon holds out the parchment to her. "i'm so sorry, alson, your brother, he did not make it," the words come out broken, his throat tightening as he says them. he could not cry again, it was not his moment to. it was alson's.

but she does not cry, vaegon's not sure he has ever seen her show a strong emotion. she was always like a brick wall. he knew that she wasn't heartless because he knew of her relationship with his sister even if it was private. though when she finally speaks, he can tell that she is trying hard to hold it together. "i- thank you, for telling me," she says in a quiet voice. she reaches out to take the letter but doesn't open it. instead, she clenches her fist around the parchment. for a moment, he sees the crack behind her wall. a glimpse of something inside her, but then she closes it again. "if you don't mind, i would like to be alone."

vaegon nods without another word and leaves her to feel her emotions in peace.

[dragonfire-hq]

On the eve of the grand feast and the re-crowning of Queen Visenya Targaryen II, Xaerys Velaryon and Vaegon Targaryen, cousins bound by an unlikely friendship due to their families' strained ties, ventured into the heart of King’s Landing. The city, still reeling from the hardships of a long winter, was a dangerous place, filled with hungry smallfolk and simmering unrest. The pair sought to escape the weight of their noble obligations, but the streets were rife with treachery.

Xaerys, whose once-adventurous spirit had been tempered by frailty, struggled to keep pace as Vaegon led them into the shadowy alleys near the brothels. Vaegon went inside the brothel, leaving Xaerys to aid himself with some milk of the poppy. It was here that Xaerys, left vulnerable, drew the attention of desperate thieves. Their eyes fell upon his richly adorned cane, its Valyrian steel rod topped with a sea-dragon carving—a symbol of wealth and status. Seeing an opportunity, they ambushed him, their greed driving them to violence.

As Vaegon indulged in the distractions of the brothel, the thieves struck, killing Xaerys and leaving his body to the vultures as they fled with their prize. The chaos of a brewing riot engulfed the streets, forcing Vaegon to abandon any thought of retrieving his cousin. Guilt-ridden and unsure of what actions to take, he fled back to the keep and brought the night’s events to his sister, Princess Vaelora Targaryen.

Vaelora recognized the delicate implications of such news spreading within the keep. She acted swiftly, sending for Alson, a trusted agent, to retrieve Xaerys’ body from the streets of Flea Bottom. She deliberately withheld the information from the Velaryons, knowing the storm it would unleash.

As the day unfolded, Xaerys, always one to fade into the background, was not immediately noticed for his absence. However, as the hours crept closer to the feast, the Velaryons became alarmed when the second eldest son was nowhere to be found. News of his disappearance reached Queen Visenya, who quickly summoned the City Watch and the Queensguard to form a search party. The queen assured her cousins that Xaerys would be found, even as the festivities began under a veil of unease.

The shadow of Xaerys’ disappearance loomed over the celebration, threatening to disrupt the fragile unity of the court and exposing the cracks within the Targaryen and Velaryon alliance. With secrets buried in the cobbled streets of King’s Landing, the search for Xaerys promised to unravel more than just his tragic fate.

____________________________________________________________________________ tdlr: the night before the final feast, vaegon took xaerys out for a night of fun and mischief in fleabottom. when they arrive at a brothel, xaerys takes a moment alone outside to ready himself and is attacked by thugs who want to steal his ornate cane. a mob forms and over takes him. vaegon, distraught, runs back to the keep to find vaelora, the only one he trusts with this. vaelora knows they need to stay on top of this and tasks alson to retrieve xaerys’ body and bring him back to the keep. no one will know what has happened, but xaerys’ absence will be noted as the day goes on

The only muses that are privy to any information regarding Xaery’s disappearance are those that were randomly chosen to participate in the plot drop and those that were key players for the narrative such as Vaegon, Vaelora, and Alson, all played by your friendly admins. As it stands now, no one except the three muses, played by the admins, know the actual truth. The rest are to do freely with what bits of information their characters have and the roles they have been chosen to play. Ideally, we would like these to be fleshed out and accomplished during the discord event.

Cersha was with Vaelora when Vaegon sought his sister out. 

Cedric saw Vaegon in the brothel in flea bottom. 

Telessa saw Xaerys leave the keep shortly after the prince. 

Helaena heard Vaegon crying in hushed voices to his sister. 

Tybalt mentions to Jaenara that the Targaryens could’ve killed her brother. 

Let an admin know if you have any questions!

[alicanteathings]

the gambler and the runaway

jesper is known from gambling. it's not a secret that he's addicted. everyone knows that. he is known from being the best sharpshooter in ketterdam as well.

he alson is known from being always the happiest person in the room.

not everyone knows that is a lie.

well, jesper doen't think that someone besides kaz knows

and well, he kind of... doesn't care? it's his problem after all

jesper knows that kaz doesn't give a shit about his addiction

he thinks inej doesn't care

in fact he thinks no one cares about him — even his dad

he is dying like his mother did

but he's dying slowly

and then there is wylan

sweet wylan and jesper thinks that he never met someone that innocent while being one of the deadliest people

wylan cares and that's cute even when it's confusing jesper

sweet wylan who went through hell still has the good in his heart and it is the prettiest thing jesper had seen

jesper thinks he never loved someone in the way he loves wylan

he doesn't love wylan because he's rich and the most beautiful person

he loves wylan bc he cares about jesper when even jesper doesn't care about himself

so he tries his best but he knows wylan needs something more. wylan deserves the world and jesper isn't able to give him even a piece of what wylan deserved

so he had to leave

and he left (even though it hurt) bc he had to

jesper to the end of his life regreted it

he died at an early age, he was only 23

[ghostsbrokenbyfairytales]

HUNTSVILLE TASK 06

if huntsville were to return to normal, a small town in 2023 west virginia, would you stay or leave? why or why not?

Arthur "Arty" Drake: his severely depends on if wolf would leave or not. if wolf stays then arty is staying with him and if he choses to leave, he's leaving too. they were separated for over ten years and arty didn't even want to disappear on them in the first place.

Emma Dunford: 100% yes, she didn't want to be there in the first place and misses things like traveling for work.

Hawthorne "Hawk" Romero: he would leave. huntsville brings back memories that he always hated and doesn't exactly like the reminder of his childhood. he'd honestly probably do things he never did as a kid like go to an amusement park.

Jahi Karim: absolutely would leave. he only came back to take say a final goodbye to his childhood home and move on fully with his life so he's not thrilled to be back, especially when his career was thriving.

Kirby: they're 50/50. kirby technically came into town because they had a warrant for their arrest and now that a few years have passed they'd probably leave if they knew they could get away with leaving the country.

Luke Matthews: he would stay. he only had his friends outside of town and if they were still alive he'd want to reconnect with them. cell phones will work with the outside world again he can keep in contact this time.

Maya Rae: she would leave to find her parents and see if they're even still around and if they are ask them why the fuck they never came back to check on her.

Nathaniel Dawson: he would go where his kid goes. if mia takes him and leaves out of town he would follow too.

Olivia Hart: she would get the fuck outta dodge. would she go back to new york? not sure, she does know she'll find her/dakota's parents to tell them about him.

Paul Dylan: he would stay. he actually doesn't mind huntsville, he really likes the small rustic feeling and figures after this long things wont change much or at least he hopes so.

Reggie Alson: most definitely. huntsville was supposed to be the town he started a family in and though he did it was also the same place that broke his family so he's leaving.

Spencer Holmes: they would. it's connected to bad memories for them that they still have nightmares about sometimes so they're thinking a change of scenery would be good.

Vincent Lewis: he's unsure. different factors play into on if he'd stay or not. he knows that he'd be able to keep in contact with people but if there were specific people in his life at the time that wanted him to leave he'd go with them.

Xavier Cade: they would stay. he doesn't know anything else other than huntsville and are used to the surroundings. they'd go to neighboring towns mostly to see if it was real that he'd have the option to leave now.

Zachary Ryan: he's leaving the moment he catches wind things are back to normal. he's always wanted to leave and never actually wanted to be in town so with or without his family he's gone.

[callofthxvoid]

Please welcome YVETTE ALSON (SHE/HER) to Huntsville, WV. She is a 43-year-old RESIDENT who lives in TOWN. You may see her around working as a PRINCIPAL AT HUNTSVILLE ELEMENTARY. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if she survives.

quick facts

Title: The Survivor

Name: Yvette Jocelyn Alson (née: Moore)

Nickname: Evie

Date of Birth: November 5, 1980

Age: 43

Place of Birth: Charleston, West Virginia

Hometown: Charleston, West Virginia

Languages: English

Faceclaim: Jamie Chung

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship Status: In a relationship with Louis Ryan

personality

Myers-Briggs: ESFP - The Entertainer

Enneagram: Type 7 - The Enthusiast (7w8)

Moral Alignment: True Neutral

Occupation: Principal at Huntsville Elementary

Role: Gatherer

[+] vivacious, spontaneous, generous, creative [-] careless, capricious, undisciplined, headstrong

Character Inspirations: Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls), Daisy Jones (Daisy Jones & the Six)

background

TW: Death

Evie had a nice but largely uneventful childhood. She grew up in an average suburb with an average nuclear family and went to an average school where she got decent grades. Her parents liked to claim that her effervescent personality made her the wild child of the family, but in her mind, she was never a troublemaker on purpose—just someone who loved adventure and often found herself feeling stifled by routine.

She met her future husband, Reggie Alson, when she was in her first year in college, and they started dating a couple of years later. After that, things seemed to fall into place pretty naturally for them, and even if it was a lot faster than she had planned on settling down, it felt right. When they discovered that she was pregnant, they decided to relocate to Huntsville—a town they had visited when they first got together and had both fallen in love with because of the easy access to nature and the sense of community. He got a job at the Sheriff's Office, she got one at the local elementary school, and together they welcomed their daughter, Riley, into the world.

She was delighted to discover that Riley had inherited more than a little of her curious and adventurous nature, and Evie made a point not to discourage that in her, thinking back to how her own much stricter upbringing had made her feel caged in at times. However, she would come to regret that when a little over a year into the paradox, the relentless inquisitiveness that she loved so much in her daughter became the very reason that her daughter was permanently taken from her and her husband.

Neither of them took Riley's death well, but while Evie tried to be constructive in her grief, Reggie went in the opposite direction—disappearing into a bottle and leaving his wife to essentially mourn by herself. It put a strain on their marriage that resulted in Evie seeking solace elsewhere, and the two eventually separated under less than ideal circumstances. She still cares about him, and she regrets hurting him, but she knows in her heart that their marriage was over long before her infidelity.

Nowadays, Evie is simply trying to make the best out of a bad situation. She does not regret her marriage, and she certainly does not regret having Riley, but she has come to realise that getting married as young as she did meant that she never really got a chance to figure out who she was outside of being a wife and a mother. She misses her daughter every day, and she wishes that she could start over somewhere else, but she's trying her best to move on in a town that literally won't let her leave.

misc

She has kept a number of Riley's belongings, including a plushie of the Pokémon Eevee that was originally given to her as a gift by Reggie (being a homophone of her own nickname), and that she later passed on to their daughter.

Her college degree was in Theatre and Performance Studies.

[ofescapisms]

(Kathryn Newton) [THE CONTINGENT]. Please welcome [JESSICA “JESSIE” SINCLAIR (SHE/HER)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [23]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [RECEPTIONIST AT HUNTSVILLE VET & GROOMING]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

Background (to be updated with plotting):

DOB July 6th

Jessie is the youngest daughter of Cillian Sinclair, former mayor of Huntsville who retired 12 years ago, and Lilah Sinclair, his second wife.

She was born into an inevitable family tension considering Lilah was the younger woman Cillian fell for and left his first wife for (already having had 1-2 kids from his first marriage), but even with all that Jessie was a loyal Sinclair through and through.

She has never understood why some of her family seem to think this is a bad thing, and will often blindly follow Jasper's lead since she sees him as the most loyal of her cousins.

Growing up, she was always expected to follow in her mother's footsteps. Work on her appearance and charm, find a successful man, and live a life she was told would be envied by others. Jessie never even considered anything different, and had always had a deep need to be loved, so this life plan seemed to suit her just fine.

With the paradox, she had always known to adjust her criteria of "rich" and "successful" to something that could actually apply to her life now, because she really has no expectation that she will ever get to see the outside world.

Jessie had grown up being friends with Riley Alson, they often talked about what they thought was out there in the night after the paradox happened. Then when they were 14 and Riley was killed trying to find out, Jessie internally blamed herself for encouraging both their curiosities. Since then, she has never once tried to see what came out in the dark.

As a teen, she did the expected thing, becoming a cheerleader and always being on the arm of a guy. Ever since she started dating, she developed this fear of being single so she did everything she could to stay in her relationships. But once they eventually ended, it only took about a month or two for her loneliness to become unbearable and the pressure of finding a boyfriend to become too strong. In this state, she pretty much started dating the first somewhat decent guy who showed interest.

Jessie likes to think she's been in love every time she's dated someone, but sometimes she's not so sure.

After her first breakup post-high school, she started working as a receptionist at the vet so she could still take care of herself when she's single, but it's also a good way to meet people who come in with their pets.

Possible Connections:

Siblings: Jessie has 2 siblings, one or both being from her father's first marriage (the middle sibling could be from the first or second marriage, UTP)

Exes: Jessie has been dating since she was about 16, and hasn't been single much since. She would rarely be the person to end a relationship unless it was REALLY bad, instead she tries to change what she can about herself so that her boyfriend doesn't leave her.

Current boyfriend: I ship chemistry BUT in this case Jessie could have met a guy while at her lowest point of loneliness and decided to date him even if she wasn't all that interested, then just got into a "fake it 'till you make it" type of mindset.

Old friends: Since Jessie has never left Huntsville, she would have friends who could have been in her life since childhood or any point since.

Antagonistic: Jessie wasn't a bully by any means in high school, but she was self-absorbed and I could honestly have seen her steal someone's boyfriend at some point so lots of opportunity for people to dislike her.

[alfadorxstark]

( aldis hodge , 39 , cismale , he/him/his ) : ANNOUNCING !! ( lord, stark heir + alfador stark) of ( house stark ) hailing from ( winterfell ). they are known to be ( + adaptable , + contemplative ) but also, ( - cautious , - hesitant ) across the realm. there are faint whispers that they support ( the realm ) ( alongside ) their house.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. alfador stark. 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. alf, alfie. 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒. hand of the queen, heir to winterfell, lord. 𝐀𝐆𝐄. thirty-nine. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. cis man ( he/him/his ). 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. tbd.  SEXUALITY. bisexual. 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍. the old gods. 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. the realm, house stark, the queen. 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒. common tongue.

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 6'1". 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 180 lbs. 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃. athletic/muscular. 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. brown. 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. dark brown. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐍. dark. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒. various small scars across his body from sparring and riding accidents.

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. lawful good. 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓. adaptable, capable, contemplative, dedicated, mature. 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓. cautious, critical, hesitant, presumptuous, rigid.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. ruling lord jesper stark, ruling lady marta stark. 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. erren stark (younger). lyanna stark (younger). alson snow (younger).  𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄. tbd. 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. tbd.

Alfador was the only Stark child for 9 years, during those 9 years he had a lot of pressure on him to be the best possible heir he could be. He was often in the training yard getting thrashed by the older boys but he always got back up. 

When he was 12 to 16, his father took the unconventional step of having Alfador study at the Citadel. The boy had been a fast learner when he was younger and decided that as his heir a furthered education at the Citadel would be an excellent move for a young man. 

While Alfador was there, he forged a little over half a chain before his studies there ended. This has helped him mainly look into new ways to bring the ability to grow food to the North, along with trying to improve water canal/irrigation systems. He also took an interest in history, warfare, and politics in Westeros. 

To Alfador, so many seemed more interested in serving themselves than serving the people. It was this viewpoint that impressed her when he met the Queen as an adult, and to try and strengthen her bond with the North, he asked Lord Stark’s leave to appoint his heir her Hand.

As Hand, Alfador has tried his best to serve the Realm, to better the lives of all people, and to approach every issue in an unbiased fashion. 

Alfador adores his family more than anything, but he is willing to put his sense of service before them. 

[neighborhood-villain12]

Can't Sleep "There's so many better things I could do besides sleeping right now, I've got comics to draw, idiots to fight, why am I supposed to surrender eight hours of my life? Why do I have to leave myself vulnerable for that long? Oh and don't get me started on the dreams, I'd prefer it if it was just blackness, but no I'm forced to see the men and that machine who scarred my mind and body, to see the ones that who were taken from me, even the pleasant dreams with them feel like nightmares, because wnen I wake up I'm forced to remember they're gone. And what's the point of sleeping when I'm probably going to be dead soon?" -Jason Alson. Welp here's the latest artwork of Jason, featuring him struggling to sleep, something i can relate to. If you're wondering the light green marks are scars, while the dark green are burn marks, most of them coming from his near death encounter with The Wolf-Man, the same encounter where he lost the love of his life, Declan Bellfern. Well the festival of Gifts is in like a week, the event where I draw your oc or almost fictional character of your choosing meeting one of mine, I've already gotten like 20 requests so act fast if you want your idea drawn.

[rxdianced]

A letter for Alfador Stark @alfadorxstark, placed near his pillow but hidden by the covers of his bed:

______________________________________________________________

My Dearest Alf,

I write to you with a heart heavy with worry and an aching sense of loss for what our family once was. The Seven Kingdoms stand at the precipice of war, and though swords have yet to clash, the divisions run deep—carving through the land and our own blood. You, ever the resolute and even-tempered, have chosen your place by Queen Visenya’s side, a decision I respect, even as it pains me to see our family scattered to opposing winds.

You have always carried the weight of duty with a steadfastness I’ve admired since childhood. As the heir to Winterfell and her Hand, you bear the burden of both our family’s legacy and the realm’s governance, and I cannot imagine the strain that must place upon you, especially now. As I married the heir of Storm's End and have since been raised to act as its ruler following Tobas' death, your example and advise have been invaluable to me in ways I struggle to say.

Visenya has made grave missteps—her handling of Xaerys Velaryon’s tragic death foremost among them, and her leadership through the recent brutal winter left many to suffer unnecessarily. Yet still, you remain loyal, anchored to the belief that stability under her reign is preferable to the chaos that rebellion would bring. In this, I cannot fault your reasoning, for it is born of a wisdom that has long been your strength.

But, I must confess that I am deeply troubled. Our family is fracturing under the weight of this looming conflict. Lyanna and Erren have pledged themselves to Corwyn Velaryon’s cause, fueled by grief and a thirst for justice. Father, too, lends his voice to their cry. Alson stands as a shield for Vaelora, their loyalty unshakable even as they bear the title of Snow. And I... I am caught in the middle, longing for peace yet fearing the cost of silence.

My own children are not untouched by this. Orys remains by my side here in King’s Landing; as heir to Storm's End, he must stay close to the center of these unfolding events. Selyse, my youngest, is safe at Storm's End, protected from the turmoil for now. Enrick will be sent north to Winterfell, as I trust that even in the midst of political discord he will be safe among our family. They are all too young to carry the weight of these divisions. I look at them and wonder if the next generation will find a way to heal what we seem destined to break.

I find myself turning to you now, not for answers, but for understanding. Yours has always been the voice of reason, the steady hand that guided us through trials past. How do we mend what has already begun to crack? Is it even possible to salvage the ties of family when the fires of war threaten to consume all?

I do not question your choice to stand by Visenya, though I wish the Queen’s actions inspired more trust in those she rules. Vaelora’s ascension brings a glimmer of hope, but it is faint against the storm that looms. Do you see it too, Alf? Is there a chance for unity amidst this discord, or is it already too late?

The dreams that have plagued me since childhood are worsening these days too. They steal my sleep and leave me lying in my bed, paralyzed with grief for events that have yet to unfold that I can't make, nor wish to make, any sense of.

I write to you as a way to understand. In this eternal night I find that putting my pen to paper, talking to you though I know your duties keep you busy and unavailable even now, helps me see my situation more clearly. Your words have always been a balm to my fears, and I need them now more than ever. The thought of losing you—not to death, but to this chasm of ideology and anger—is unbearable. Let us find a way to keep the bond of our family intact, even as the world around us threatens to unravel.

Ever your sister, Eira

[trcshcans]

closed starter for helenys @bloodycrxwnn at the outer yard, the day after the feast

alson has always had to have a cordial relationship with the king consort's family, it was easy when it seemed as tough all the members of claw isle share many interests in common with her, they were all great warriors. though, since the youngest celtigar has joined the queensguard, she has been finding it hard to trust her newest member. seeing helenys out in the yard, alson decides to go over to her and strike up a conversation, she always enjoyed her company. "lady helenys, i was hoping to catch you before you leave for craw isle. i wished to perhaps spare with you and perhaps learn a few things from such a great warrior."

[trcshcans]

alson knew when they began this affair that it could never be what she wished for. they had both sworn away their titles and their lives to the guard. to take no wife and hold no lands. she was okay with that because they both swore the same oath. they could be together in secret and that was enough. but now? now vaelora was the heir and to be married to some great lady and alson was still on the guard and can do nothing to change that.

she was not above begging for vaelora to keep her, keep her in secret, let their love stay alive. but she knew vaelora, perhaps as well as she knew herself. she knew they would never do that, they are too honorable and will take this marriage and put her all into it and alson would be there to watch it happen.

they hear their words but she can't help but feel bitter. vaelora was telling her how important she was but she can't help but feel left behind. her heart was breaking and there was nothing she can do about it. she was in an impossible position, one alson never believed she would be in. falling in love with a fellow member of the queensguard was one thing, but being in love with the heir to the thrown was another.

alson sets her jaw tight, clenching down on her teeth as she tries to will her tears to stop. "i appreciate everything you have given me, princess. i will not forget any of it," the words feel fake as they leave her lips. she didn't want to be polite about this. she wanted to yell and scream and beg for her to not do this. to take her, let her stay by herself to warm her bed. but alson knew it was useless. vaelora would never go against her oaths.

perhaps this was punishment. punishment for breaking her celibacy oath, for falling in love with a princess, for being a bastard with no titles or claims that she could use to allow her to be the one to marry vaelora. the gods were cruel but just.

"i will not pretend as if it does not hurt," she begins with brutal honestly. "but i will not stand in your way. i am your sworn sword until they day i die. that will never change."

Vaelora sat still, her shoulders trembling beneath Alson’s protective embrace, their composure finally cracking in a way they rarely allowed. The quiet sound of muffled tears filled the room, a stark contrast to the usual measured grace of the princess.

When Vaelora finally spoke, their voice was hoarse, heavy with unspoken grief. "Alson, you know I never wanted this. Not this way." They pulled back slightly, enough to meet her eyes, their gaze searching for something—understanding, forgiveness, perhaps both. "But you’re right. Duty binds us, shapes us. It leaves little room for what we want."

Their fingers traced an absent pattern along Alson’s wrist, a tender motion that spoke more than their words ever could. "I don’t know what the years will bring, with Cersha or the throne. But I know this—what we’ve shared, what you’ve been to me—it’s not nothing. It could never be nothing."

They hesitated, their resolve faltering as if they wanted to say more, to promise more, but knew they couldn’t. "You’ve given me a piece of yourself that I will carry, even if I’m not allowed to hold it openly. And for that, I’ll always be grateful."

The words hung in the air, fragile and weighted. Vaelora reached for Alson’s hand, squeezing it tightly, as if to tether them both to this fleeting moment. "You say it’s your duty to protect me, but I think you’ve done far more than that. You’ve been my heart when I didn’t know how to listen to it."

They released her hand reluctantly, the inevitability of their separation pressing down on them both. "We may not be allowed to want what we want, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t real."

Vaelora stood then, their regal mask slipping back into place, though their eyes remained soft, conflicted. "We’ll carry on, as we must. But know this, Alson—if I ever have to choose between duty and losing myself completely, I hope I’ll be brave enough to remember what you’ve taught me."

[callofthxvoid]

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

TW: death, blood, gore

Dahlia was going into the last hours of her night shift, the early morning light pouring through the station windows, when the phone rang. It wasn’t the first time that she had answered a call from someone reporting that a door had been found wide open. It probably wouldn’t be the last. But as she talked to the concerned neighbour on the other end, jotting down the pertinent details and waving her co-captain over to get the ambulance ready, she felt a cold chill run through her entire body when she was told which house it was.

No. No, it couldn’t be. She had literally talked to Evora last night, a few casual messages exchanged as she was clocking in for her shift, and her friend was leaving the Huntsville Daily. They were meant to be having drinks later. And besides, Evora would never, ever forget to lock the door behind them.

She simply wouldn’t.

Hanging up the phone, she took a deep breath before turning toward Phoenix. “I should be fine,” she reassured him, drawing from the years of experience she had learning how to compartmentalise her feelings in order to do her job. Dahlia, for all of her rational levelheadedness, did not actually enjoy being cool and collected and detached from her emotions, but being a paramedic meant that she had to be. Her job meant frequently sitting with people in the last moments of their life. It meant meeting their loved ones on the worst day of theirs.

Today, she was both a paramedic and a loved one. Today, more than ever, she had to keep it together.

“I should be fine,” the paramedic captain repeated as she climbed into the passager seat of the ambulance, letting Phoenix drive so that she could spend the journey mentally and emotionally steeling herself. She took another deep breath as they pulled out of the station and began driving toward Evora’s house. “But I appreciate the backup. And the moral support.”

It was never easy stepping into the scene of a potential massacre. But as she braced herself for what was to come, Dahlia discovered that it was much harder to bring herself to walk inside when she knew that what she might be walking in on was the gruesome death of one of her friends. Or rather, she tried to brace herself for what was to come, but no amount of experience dealing with death could have prepared her for what this would feel like.

She had never actually lost someone close to her before.

As soon as Dahlia stepped into the living room, seeing the bodies of Evora and her roommate on the floor with both of their ribcages ripped open and several organs missing, she immediately gasped and turned around. Covering her mouth, she took a moment to choke down a sob before rapidly blinking away the tears that had pooled in the corners of her eyes. After a few deep breaths, she pulled herself together as best as she could before turning back around, reaching for her radio as she stepped closer. “Sheriff Browne, Deputy Sheriff Alson, this is Paramedic Captain Cruz-Dutton,” she started, staring at Evora’s lifeless face as she spoke. “We’ve got two bodies here. Door was wide open when we arrived. At first glance, it looks like the monsters got them, but…”

When she was finally able to tear her gaze from her friend, Dahlia turned her head to carefully study the scene around them, her eyebrows furrowing when she discovered the discrepancies between what she had experienced in the past and what she was seeing now. “Something feels off. I don’t know what it is, but it's too… Clean. There isn’t nearly enough blood splatter. Or blood in general. The bodies...” She paused to collect herself. “The bodies are too... Too neat. It almost looks staged to me. But I'll wait to confer with the officers when they arrive on the scene.”

After she called it in, the rest of the morning passed by in a blur. It was as if Dahlia was operating on autopilot. She could remember helping Phoenix brief in the people from the Sheriff’s Office when they arrived, she could remember supervising the bodies as they were moved into the ambulance for transportation; she could even remember hearing Phoenix speaking to Jay, asking her to pick up the twins, and then to DJ, asking him to come over. But it didn’t quite feel like it was her. She was already watching the ambulance drive away toward the funeral home when she realised that she had escalated from compartmentalisation into full disassociation.

Excusing herself from the scene, she found herself taking deeper and deeper breaths as she walked down the street, steadily picking up the pace until she was practically sprinting. Rounding the corner, Dahlia leaned against the wall and let out a painful, strangled sob before covering her face. Sinking down into a pile on the sidewalk, she finally allowed herself to cry as the grief that she had been keeping at bay all morning came pouring out of her.

I’m sorry, Evora. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.

[lifeintheworldtocome]

What a funky guy!

[bhenchod]

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[scftdevil]

"honestly, i'm not going to hurt you. i couldn't if i tried. everything i throw is just off of what i want it to be, and that's given that i can even get a grasp on whatever it is i am trying to move." benji waved her off, stepping further from her and closer to the fireplace. "it's not funny, and yet, it's hilarious. i don't know the others who died. they died long before i did, and i haven't seen them here since i woke back up. or appeared, it's all fuzzy now." benji tucked his hands into his pockets as he looked the mantle over. there was a box, something small that the realtor must have brought by when he wasn't watching. "there's no one looking for me. i'm sorry, i never caught your name. i mean, you didn't give it, which is understandable. it's been a long time since i've talked to anyone. i've got terrible manners now. i used to have such good manners." he muttered to himself, always muttering to himself. "i'm benjamin, though only my mother called me that. benji. benji alson." he moved a hand over the box, it wasn't as stable as it should have been. it must be her, nerves building on top of each other as he tried to grab the stupid thing. no luck. "i'm dead. and i am stuck here. you can call the cops, but even if i stand in the middle of the room, they won't see me. you can run and hope i am not here later, but i'll still be here. trust me, i've tried to leave. you ever have one of those dreams where you keep trying to escape but your body is molasses? or it's a circle where there's not start or finish? that's my life now. so throw things at me, yell at me, sell the damn house. it doesn't matter to me. i'm benji, and i died here. and now i'll be spending my afterlife here."

The deaths. Shiloh heard about them, he agent had to disclose them to her, but they were so long ago that it hadn't bothered her. She didn't even know if most of the neighbours remembered them either. They were not fresh news anymore and there had been other owners since. But this guy remembered and now he was trying to tell her he was dead. "Oh," she said as she listened. She was unable to determine if he was preying on her with that or if he genuinely believed what he was saying. Both options made him dangerous and the compassion she had was hiding fear. The step she took back as he stood up was not a slow one anymore and the only thing comforting her was that the door was not far and it was broad daylight. Surely he wouldn't attack her out there. Then again, he seemed unstable. "Don't come closer," she said with as much bravado she could summon, raising her head in the air as if to stop him. "I don't know what you want but I don't find it funny." Clearly he didn't want something valuable with that attitude. "That would make you a ghost and that doesn't exist." Sure, there were stories but these could always be explained one way or the other. "Did you know the people who died?" she asked trying to continue to sound compassionate. Maybe he had known them years ago and had made up something within his mind. "Why don't we call someone, together? Is there someone that could be looking for you at the moment?" Clearly, he was having some sort of crisis. The door was almost there now, something that reassured her, escape being within reach.