#mwhent ; event

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closed event starter for @drummsinthedeep​ !

hazel eyes had spotted him from across the sept earlier, twinkling with excitement and anticipation, and she had set her mind to finding him after the ceremony has finished. hours later, maeve found herself standing before him. “ lord victarion,” she greeted, allowing barely a beat of silence to pass before she steps forward to embrace him quickly. the woman cares little for what others may say in this moment, relishing in seeing victarion again after so long. “ do not tell me you have been in king’s landing this entire time, i will weep that you have avoided me,” she teases, taking a step back from him. “ and your son as well. do you not know that he asks for you daily?”

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closed starter for @crvwnfought​ ! ( alicent lannister )

“ my dear heart,” maeve smiles warmly at her friend. “if i do not sit and rest, my feet will surely begin to ache.” the woman sat down gently beside alicent, fixing her skirts once seated. “ will you indulge me in sharing who has came and asked you to dance? i wish to know who’s toes i must try and step on,” she jests, only half joking. if another lord had dared to be rude to her alicent, or even looked at her with anything but respect, maeve would not hesitate to be rough to him under the guise of dancing. 

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closed starter for @godspecd​ ! ( malina bolton )

maeve leans in close to her cousin, voice dropping soft so that only the two of them may hear what she says. “ if i dare to say, lina, your wedding to aidan still remains one of my favorite ceremonies.” her smile towards her cousin is dreamy, remembering the festivities fondly. “ the northerners truly do have the most beautiful ceremonies, i admit.” she sighs longingly. “ if i must marry, perhaps i would be alright up north with you. by the water still, at the very least.” her mind drifts against her will to a sailor who has captured her thoughts as of late, shaking it off quickly to return back to malina. “ where is your terrifying husband this evening?”

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closed starter for @vedritied​ ( lyonel lannister ) !

“ lord lyonel,” maeve greeted, eyes screaming mischief was on her mind. “ if you have come to ask for a dance, i fear that my card is entirely full for the evening.”  the lady took a sip of her drink, raising an eyebrow at the man, aware they both knew she was lying. as if she would ever not save a dance for her pseudo brother. “ tell me, lyonel, are the ladies harassing you tonight? i swear i can feel their mother’s eyes on us already. ” she laughed, giving him a grin. “ i believe if we asked minnie, she may be able to beat them off for you.”

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prodiiteur​:

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 : 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

closed starter ft . Maeve Whent  @gcldenflwer​

With the wedding ceremony finished, the celebration of the marriage has been well underway. Henry himself hovers near the edges of the room, walking the perimeter. Heavy set brows show no sign of his own merriment.  Even as some of the guards have taken to drinking themselves. He keeps a watchful eye on this. Perhaps more diligently than is necessary; this has been his life for the last fifteen years. And he is all too aware of how this many characters in one room.  Falling into cup after cup. He knows how quickly merriment cant turn at the point of a blade. Something catches his eye as he makes another pass around the room. A hair comb from the looks of it, as the owner continues to walk on, unknowing of the possession they’ve lost. He’s quick to reach for it, footsteps catching up to the lady as he reaches for her. Gently tapping her on her elbow. 

“Lady Whent,” he offers a bow before stretching his hand towards her. “ I believe you dropped this, it’s a lovely heirloom, and I wanted to make sure to give it to you before the night gets too late.” 

admittedly, maeve had been far too caught up in her thoughts to notice that her fair had entirely fallen around her shoulders, mother’s hair comb having fallen out in her rush to return to her father. the touch to her elbow startles her only slightly, turning quickly to acknowledge whoever had stopped her path. soft brown eyes rest on henry mormont, smiling warmly at the familiar man. his bow has her letting out a small giggle, amused by the formalities he uses. “ lord mormont,” she returns, reaching for his hand.

the woman freezes, delicate fingers hovering above his palm and the hair comb as she realizes what it is he’s offering her. maeve reaches with her hand to touch where the comb had laid before, finding it empty. her chest tightens at the idea that she may have lost something so precious, one of the few things she had left of her. “ you are incredibly kind..” her gaze returns to him, smiling warmly at him. “ do you perhaps think you could help me place it back again?”

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closed starter for @ryamisredwyne​ 

“ is it unkind of me to ask you to gift me a bottle or two of this,” maeve asked, raising her goblet to him. the woman dropped into the seat beside ryamis, letting out a huff of air as she got comfortable. “ the little bat has retired for the evening, i presume my favorite redwyne has to.” a smile graced her lips at the idea of rosalyn, she had stolen her heart nearly as much as her actual nephew had. “ you look well, ryamis.”

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ccstaway​:

closed starter for maeve whent ( @gcldenflwer ) !

          perhaps the two should have stopped after that last cup of wine . but after the kids had been put to bed , what was stopping them from indulging themselves in a little more to drink ? laid back against her chair , minella intently watched as she swirled the red liquid around her goblet , nearly entranced by its fluid motions . talks of their sleeping sons had quickly transitioned into talks of providing them siblings in accordance with a pact the two made in childhood . minnie was really beginning to resent the redwynes for making such a delicious drink . “ a second child would be … interesting . ” the lady confessed , reaching for the pitcher that sat between them to refill her half - empty cup . “ though , i have always wanted a daughter of my own to fawn over . ” she finished her sentence with a shrug , a lazy smile tugging at the corners of her lips .

  arbor gold remained maeve’s worst enemy and her dearest companion. it was unclear if her head felt so light from the wine, or the dancing she had bullied numerous people into doing with her. regardless, maeve propped her chin in her hand, frowning at her empty goblet. truly, she should stop drinking now. at least if she wished to still have the courage for her plans later in the evening. “ a daughter,” she cooed, lifting her head up to pout at minella. “ make lancel give you another.” the whent reclined further back, pushing her cup away from her. “ emmon is more than enough to fill my heart, as you know...but tylan makes me long for another.” the idea of another bastard, however, was unappealing.

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ccstaway​:

closed starter for maeve whent ( @gcldenflwer ) !

          well - meaning scolds graced the boys ears as minella ducked to lift emmon to her hip . relishing in her reconnection with the sweet child as she twirled him along the edges of the hall . “ maeve , my sweet , i do believe you’ve lost something . ” minella called from behind , gold - adorned forefinger tapping the end of his nose . squinted eyes perceived the woman’s attire . “ you look gorgeous !”

her head whipped around at the call of her cousin’s voice, smiling widely at the pair of them. the sight of them was enough to pull her attention away from her thoughts and the drink in her hand, placing it off to the side. “ my little bat,” she exclaimed, gently clasping his cheeks in her hands, peppering him with kisses till he giggled. “ thank you for entertaining him, minnie, you are a gift from the gods,” maeve leaned in to press a teasing kiss to the shorter woman’s head. “ me? look at you! you are like a beautiful golden statue, i swear. lannister colors have truly never looked better.���

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drummsinthedeep​:

Victarion found his jaw, his tongue, incapable of moving the longer he looked at Maeve. Listened to what she said and tried to piece it together in his rattled brain. Far different from the comfortable silence he fell into when he had listened to her ghost stories. The ones that haunted away the pain in his side and left him in changed spirits. “You wrote?” Slipped out of him first, a hushed sound like the turning of pages. A life at sea made it difficult for letters to find themselves in the right hands and his life had been more sea than land since they had last met. “Wait, my cousin? You spoke with my cousin? When?” The pages of what he wanted to say turned quicker and then the book fell from his hands when she turned to look at a child in the distance. There was certainly a boy in her cousin’s lap. A boy with curly hair. A young boy with curly hair about the right age from when they had–The Drowned God worked in mysterious ways but absolutely not. That was beyond Him.

His eyes snapped back to take hold of Maeve’s in a questioning look.

“Yearns for the sea, does he? Looks to me that what he truly yearns for is sleep.” His heart slowed, steadied, then the corner of his mouth lifted some. “What’s our son’s name?”

it’s unclear which hurts more in the moment, her chest from trying to contain the giggles, or her cheeks from the smile that refuses to go away. maeve beams at victarion, as if he has complimented her, rather than simply play along. “ i wished to name him sea-burn, but I thought it may be too on the nose.” her own joke is what truly breaks her, the laughter bubbling out of her quietly. eyes catch her cousin’s questioning look, giving her a small wave of reassurance before her attention returns to the man before her.

“ his name is emmon,” she speaks, once she has gathered herself enough to use words, though a grin remains. her hand reaches out to grab his, only hesitating for a second before taking it. “ he arrived after you left, but he is not yours.” she does not dwell on if it had been his, how their lives might be different in this instance. “ minella begged me to let her watch him this evening.” maeve grips his hand tighter without realizing, admittedly nervous that victarion may reject them both, or think less of her. “ but yes! i wanted to write to you. aurore was very kind and offered to take them for you when i met her.” her face flushed at the memory of their interaction. “ did they not reach you? there were..quite a few, so they may have gotten lost.”

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drummsinthedeep​:

Maeve Whent was in his cursory glances about the ceremony more often than not. The scar along his side was less angry than it could have been due to her care and her family’s weary willingness to harbor an ironborn within their halls. He had planned a silent recovery followed by a quick escape but she had thwarted that ship of thought. And he wondered all these years later why he had not minded it then. Why his time there continued to skip across his thoughts like a stone, worn smooth by how often his thumb ran along it. Then she embraced him and his greeting of Lady Maeve died in his mouth. An arm wrapped loosely around her.

“I would be far more miserable if I was here the whole time,” he said, a grumble underlying his tone. He let her go and took a small step back of his own. “I only just arrived. I wasn’t–I wasn’t avoiding. I had hoped to miss this spec–My what?”

He blinked at her, then simply stared.

“Maeve? I don’t understand.”

admittedly a large part of her derives pleasure from the way he stumbles on his words before her, finding it endearing that maeve has thrown the grumpy sailor off his rhythm with merely a hug. her eyes light up at the way he stares at her, unable to believe he is playing right into her game. but then again, when had victarion ever not indulged her. “ did my letters not reach you? i was uncertain how to write to you, you never told me what port you would be harboring in once you left,” a small pout pokes from her at the memory, choosing not to dwell on the gap that had been left behind in her days when his ship had finally sailed away from harrenhal. leaving maeve behind. “ lady harlaw instructed me to toss them into the ocean so they may reach the ships, but the bottles always returned to without an answer.” her eyes search the hall, checking for any sign of her son- grinning when they land on the young boy, sleeping peacefully in minella’s arms. “ our son, victarion. look, in my cousin’s lap. he has your head of curls, and he yearns for the sea, as you always do.” her voice carries an easy tease to it, shifting back to stare at him with a cunning smile. the woman had to cover her mouth with both hands to contain the giggles threatening to spill forth.

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ryamisredwyne​:

Ryamis’s eyes flicked to the cup that Maeve brought to her lips before quickly looking away, swallowing hard as he tried to banish thoughts of the last time they’d shared wine together. His hand rubbed at his jawline while he refocused himself, searching a place to rest his eyes that was anywhere that wasn’t Maeve’s mouth. “Oh, I would never truly believe such a thing,” he riposted, clinging to whatever levity he could find. “After all, there’s no one that knows better than me how adept Rosalyn is at stealing hearts. I would watch out for Emmon’s if I were you.” Shifting the attention to their children was easy, and there was nothing he loved talking more of than his daughter. 

Maeve’s question about Dyana stopped him mid sip, and brought down his cup as smoothly as he could before looking at the other woman despite his best judgement. “I first met her at the festivities before the wedding- though she didn’t know who I was.” A smirk of amusement settled over him as he replayed the memory. “To be fair I haven’t gotten the clearest impression of her yet. And yourself?” he asked, curious if there were words Maeve might have considering the fact that she’d been friends with his late wife. As well as considering…other things that peppered their shared past. “Have you formed an opinion?”

“ it’s a gift she gained from jesmyn, she was always the most profound at stealing hearts.” there is relief that she may speak her name without feeling an overwhelming sense of sorrow, as if their grief for her may one day no longer tie them together. as if something genuine and meaningful may take its place. “ oh, I don’t know. emmon has completely charmed every lady who dares to stare into his big eyes. perhaps your rosebud shall be the same.” maeve gives him a wink, raising her glass as if to drink to that.

at his question, maeve makes a face, as if the idea of passing judgement on his new wife to be makes her uncomfortable. if it was anyone else, maeve would not hesitate to speak, but she knew ryamis was lonely without jesmyn. she wished for nothing more but her friend to find happiness again. “ i fear i have not met her,” there is caution in her tone, finger playing with her glass. “ but her sister, aurore, is a friend of sorts.” mind drifts to the drumm lord, a smile gracing her face as her eyes wander. “ and her kin are kind. so i am certain she will be a formidable partner for you, ryamis.”