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eliar’s evening had been a dreary stretch of dull conversations and uninspired company. as the fan landed at his feet, he bent down to pick it up, his movements deliberate and smooth. with a playful glint in his eye, he looked up at jaenara, twirling the fan between his fingers, feeling the night come alive with possibilities. " ah, lady jaenara, " eliar called out. " no harm done. if anything, you've brightened my evening considerably. "

𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 . . . . [ pick a muse , @unholynghts ]

boredom creeps in like a shiver , running up her back and to pale exposed neck cooled gently by the fan in her hand . she leans against wall's edge , between staircases that lead down to the castle grounds . she hadn't felt excitement since lord velaryon's death , his sea salt blood had not been strong enough for a dragon . not like her's or her brother's would be . jaenara fought boredom as best she could , luckily opportunity came as a figure approached below . a flash of a mischievous smile and fan slips from her hand , falling toward the ground below . " look out ! " she said , hand going to her mouth . her face a portrait of perfectioned innocence , of shame . " i'm so sorry , my liege ! "

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zana's eyes flicker with a hint of disdain as she takes in the sight of the crown prince's half-naked form for a brief moment before she turns around. the male body, with its broad shoulders and sinewy lines, has always seemed more a collection of anatomical features than anything remotely appealing. "half-naked and clearly lost," she observes dryly. "quite the predicament for a prince."

lean   physique   on   display   as   crown   prince   walks   half   -   shirtless   into   the   quarters,   muscular   arms   tangled   into   white   tunic   as   sight   is   caught   in   haze   of   ivory   material.   "   you   are   most   definitely   not   my   wife,   "   he   states,   scowl   twists   onto   lips   making   him   less   the   charming   prince.   "   the   lack   of   clothing   is   for   royal   duties   ⸺   we   take   the   line   of   succession   very   serious   which   is   why   we're   working   on   an   heir.   "   an   explanation,   slowly   turns   into   rambling   as   he   searches   for   a   reason   why   he   is   half   -   naked   in   quarters   that   are   clearly   not   his,   or   catraena's.

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳   .   .   .      @unholynghts

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : @lovelaid

the library of the red keep was a realm of wonder. eliar had never witnessed such a marvelous collection. he found himself spending many restless nights there, nestled among books older than time itself. he traced the spine of a particular volume, 'the history of essos.' before opening it. but his little sanctuary was abruptly interrupted when he heard the door creak open. " ah! " he exclaimed, snapping the book shut with a resounding thud. " tell me, do you make it your business to disrupt any moment of happiness i find, or am i simply cursed with your presence? "

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" i simply cannot imagine why one would wish that upon themselves, not when it's such a handsome face. " one in particular she didn't mind staring at from across the room whenever they happened to end up in the same place by some twist of fate. " the hour is late. " he simply stated reaching for her wine, making no attempt to drink it, only to graze his fingers against her hand.

"  i  would  very  much  like  to  spend  an  evening  where  i  do  not  have  to  see  your  face  ,  "  one  would  have  to  be  deaf  not  to  note  the  tone  of  disdain  in  her  voice  as  dark  hues  caught  a  glimpse  of  a  familiar  figure  .  one  she  has  been  avoiding  the  past  few  days  .  was  the  red  keep  not  big  enough  for  them  to  stop  running  into  each  other  .  "  if  you  plan  to  stick  around  ,  i  am  not  sharing  my  wine  .  "

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑   : eliar caron ( @unholynghts )

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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? "

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private roleplay account affiliated with @westeroslive, written by ira

𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 ; intro ( leo woodall )

𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 ; intro ( madeleine madden )

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and i thank whatever gods may be, for my unconquerable soul.

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         leo woodall,  30, cis man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ELIAR  of  house  HOUSE  CARON,  the  LORD of  NIGHTSONG.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  BOLD and  CUNNING in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  history.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  ink-stained fingers, mismatched rings on every finger, each with a story and eyes perpetually tired  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  LANNISTERS

about.

name: eliar caron

age: 30

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual

alignment: chaotic neutral

loyalties: the lannisters

character inspo: lord guildford dudley ( my lady jane ), dexter mayhew ( one day ), george villiers ( mary & george ), lucien carr ( kill your darlings )

bio.

charismatic and ambitious, eliar's aspirations transcend his family's expectations. unlike cautious kin who avoid the capital's machinations, he wields power as a tool to shape house caron's destiny. "wealth is power," he muses, guiding his path through westerosi politics. in the corridors of power, eliar is known not just for his political acumen but also for his unabashed love of wealth. a connoisseur of opulence, he revels in the trappings of success—lavish feasts, fine wines, and the subtle art of manipulation masked behind a charming smile. his ambition knows no bound. seeking to elevate house caron's stature, he forges alliances, expands economic influence, and eyes a role in the realm's councils. yet, behind the veil of ambition, he revels in festivities—a connoisseur of spirits, often found immersed in revelry and courtly gossip. known among courtiers as a rake, eliar thrives amidst the splendor of revelry—a spirited connoisseur, perpetually chasing the next toast and the thrill of courtly intrigue. his laughter echoes through grand halls, his wit a glittering blade in the dance of gossip. yet beneath the veneer of ambition lies a poet's soul, finding solace in clandestine verses penned with ink-stained hands. ashamed of his hidden passion, he cloaks himself in the guise of an ambitious nobleman, wrestling with a muse that now flits just beyond his grasp. beneath the veneer of ambition lies a guarded heart, shielded behind his rakish persona. he hides his vulnerabilities well, using wit and charm to deflect personal inquiries and maintain a facade of invulnerability. even as he indulges in courtly pleasures and revels in the intrigue of high society, eliar keeps his true emotions closely guarded, revealing them only through the pen strokes of his secret verses. his inner world, hidden from prying eyes, is a sanctuary where his poetic soul finds refuge amidst the relentless pursuit of power and influence.

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bite the hand that feeds me,

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝       madeleine madden,  25, genderqueer,  she/they.    announcing  the  arrival  of  ZANA  of  house  HOUSE  KARSTARK,  the  LADY of KARHOLD .  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  BOLD and  CUNNING in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  history.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a hot summer’s night breeze, the smell of lavender and the sound of thunderstorms.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  TARGARYENS

about.

name: zana karstark

age: 25

pronouns: she/they

sexuality: queer

alignment: neutral evil

loyalties: herself ( and the targaryens )

character inspo: villanelle ( killing eve ), alice morgan ( luther ), abby anderson ( the last of us )

bio.

zana grew up in the crucible of a noble house where power was not just a desire but a necessity. her parents, ambitious nobles, forged her in the fires of survival and dominance, training her to be the weapon that would elevate their family's status. "power is power," they told her, "no matter how you get it." from these brutal lessons, zana emerged with a heart as steely as her resolve, her childhood a distant, shadowy memory of relentless training and hardened will. her presence is an enigma cloaked in shadows. her footsteps are whispers on the wind, her movements as silent as a mouse. she is a ghost, flitting unseen through the night, her presence undetectable until she chooses to reveal herself. like a spider on its web, zana can scale any surface, her agility and grace allowing her to conquer sheer rock faces and towering spires with ease. her body is a weapon honed to perfection. her heart is a labyrinth of guarded secrets, her trust a rare and precious gift. she navigates the complex tapestry of human emotions with difficulty, often bewildered by the ease with which others form connections. to her, emotions are a puzzle she struggles to piece together, each fragment a foreign concept. her singular loyalty to daenaera targaryen stems from a deep respect and a recognition of a shared ambition. in the intricate dance of power and politics, zana is the silent blade and unseen spy for daenaera targaryen. her tasks are a delicate balance of gathering secrets, eliminating threats, and executing plans that require her unique talents. ever the shadow, zana moves unseen, her every action a step towards securing her place in a world where power is the ultimate prize. as zana navigates the labyrinth of her existence, she wonders if there is more to her identity than being the embodiment of her parents' ambitions. all she has ever known is the pursuit of power for her family, leaving her uncertain of who she truly is when not driven by ambition. will she ever discover if there is a soul beneath the shadow she has become, or if she is destined to forever be the ghost of her parents' desires?

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jugheadjones​:

KILL YOUR DARLINGS 2013 | dir. John Krokidas

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“I needed God to abandon me so I could feel his presence. I need to kill someone inside me.”

— The Complete Stories, ‘The Departure of the Train (”A partida do trem”)’ by Clarice Lispector tr. Katrina Dodson