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meryem: what are your favorite treats?

        ❝   anything  with  honey  which  was  the  only  good  part  about  being  so  far  south  .   ❞   meryem  had  their  own  stash  of  hidden  treats  back  in  king’s  landing  with  a  majority  of  their  collection  consisting  of  honey  cakes  .   ❝   sweet  treats  are  rare  in  the  north  because  of  the  climate  ...  which  is  just  cruel  because  they���re  my  favorites  .   ❞

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godspecd​:

it had been a shame, truly. she could notice sometimes the looks between the stark children among themselves, how they were placed to be at war with one another. how devastating. she was glad that at least now there was some understanding, some agreements between them. at least, from meryem towards emel’s children. it was refreshing, to see differences set to the side for the belief of what was better. that was why meryem was admirable, at least in elif’s eyes. indecisiveness became decisiveness, and that was something that elif surely enjoyed in people. elif found herself with meryem after excusing herself from the formalities she was expressing towards everybody, finding old acquaintances and new ones. intriguing and tiresome individuals and yet all of them seemed to enjoy your humor (or her beauty). she couldn’t pin point it sometimes. 

“of course.” how odd sometimes, that the very person with a grand attitude would possess such a sweet voice. when she was younger, it made it horribly difficult to insult someone since they would simply take it as teasing. now, thanks to her face, she clearly convey her message and its emotion. here, she was gentle and sweet. “dyron thorne and his little entourage.” she began, just to help meryem identify the different houses elif had the fortune and misfortune of knowing. yet, her question caught elif off-guard. “i-” she couldn’t find the words for a moment, as her brain racked with what to say. everything that elif did was a facade, at least partially. she learned to become this person so well, it became a part of her. but it didn’t mean she wanted to be. sometimes, she learned that she really did enjoy the simplicities of life. sometimes, it felt almost necessary to smile and make jokes and laugh. to fake it until one made it. perhaps, perhaps. “i think it just might be confidence. that and well, it does help that i’m a pretty sight. though you are gorgeous already.” she replied to them, curiosity arising as she tried to rack her brain for what could possibly be bothering her cousin. “is there a reason why you’re asking? i think you’re wonderful, but … if someone has made you feel otherwise, i’ll have their honor in a second.”

          as  meryem  glances  back  in  the  direction  of  the  entourage  ,  they  wonder  if  elif  finds  herself  annoyed  by  the  constant  badgering  .  the  youngest  stark  despises  being  bothered  ,  especially  in  their  extreme  isolated  moods  ,  and  knows  that  if  they  were  in  lady  hightower’s  position  they  would  not  hold  back  voicing  their  irritation  .  maybe  that’s  the  problem  but  gods  does  she  hate  being  nice  to  people  she  would  rather  set  ablaze  .  patience  is  not  something  they’re  familiar  with  .   ❝   can  someone  have  ...  too  much  confidence  ?  or  refuse  to  change  themselves  so  much  they  would  rather  not  waste  time  with  boring  ,  stuck  up  lords  ?   ❞   the  compliment  is  ignored  with  ease  as  the  acknowledgement  of  meryem’s  own  beauty  makes  her  almost  itchy  .  they  have  always  been  quite  confident  but  have  never  felt  like  what  other  people  wish  they  looked  like  .  lords  nor  ladies  approach  for  their  favor  -  is  there  a  bad  raven  someone  has  spread  ?  but  it  doesn’t  matter  because  romantic  interests  have  always  mattered  extremely  little  to  them  .   ❝   thank  you  ,  elif  ,  but  no  one  in  particular  .  i  just  noticed  how  effortless  you  made  it  seem  ...  i  don’t  really  like  people  but  i  lost  one  of  my  only  friends  so  i  figure  it’s  inevitable  i  make  more  .   ❞

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knightsfcll​:

“We’re your family too”. the words rang in Davios ears, making him unstable, and rather shaken. Had he really gone so far as to forget the living? Was he so stuck upon the dead that he was losing them without realizing it? As Oly said he didn’t care anymore, a hand reached out. A hand with all the strength davios could muster. “I-” his words stopped once more. The beast within wanted its drink so he could stop feeling, to stop being alive, to join the dead. Davios shook his head, heavy breathing escaping him as he stumbled, falling into his younger brother, the one who he guided home. The one he saved. Now Oly was saving him.

His eyes were wild as he grabbed hold of Olyvar’s cheeks, making his eyes align with his, piercing, hurting. He could feel his cheeks wet, they seemed to be covered with it. “I can’t be here forever, I can’t feel-” His breathing started to heave, even more, it seemed like he was in a room without air, an ocean where he was enveloped by the darkness that wouldn’t let him break free. He couldn’t lose them? He couldn’t live without them, if he lost them as well there was no point in his small existence. He needed his siblings, his family - How had he forgotten amongst it all that they meant as much as Senya had, their child? What a fool he’d been. Davios let one of his hands free, banging his fist against his chest. “It hurts, it hurts so much I cannot contain the madness that is within - Why will it not stop?” his eyes were searching for answers in the eyes of someone who couldn’t give them, yet there was only one thing he needed. He needed his brother. “I cannot lose you as well.” desperation he hadn’t felt in months came forth, one which had clawed its way forward and now it was here. The desperate need to live. To live for them. “Make it stop, Oly, I cannot handle it- but I cannot leave you either.” a plea, a small will to keep fighting. And thanks to Oly, it was coming to life, the need to stay alive.

          the  second  he  realizes  davios  is  reaching  out  for  him  ,  his  anger  begins  to  fade  away  .  within  moments  ,  oly  is  in  tears  ,  hidden  by  the  fact  he  pulls  his  brother  against  his  torso  .  though  he’s  not  sure  if  the  other  will  fight  it  ,  he  would  do  it  even  then  ,  olyvar  holds  davios  as  tight  as  he  can  without  entirely  crushing  the  man  .  the  quiet  ,  breathy  mumbles  are  barely  heard  but  as  davios  continues  speaking  ,  oly  can  hear  him  better  with  every  word  and  gently  pulls  a  few  inches  back  ,  refusing  to  let  go  .   ❝   i  am  so  sorry  davios  ...  i  know  you’re  probably  tired  of  hearing  it  ,  but  i  want  you  to  hear  it  again  -  i  am  sorry  the  world  is  cruel  and  the  best  of  people  are  taken  from  us  too  soon  .  it’s  not  fair  .   ❞   even  though  he  hadn’t  expected  to  miss  his  sister  in  law’s  presence  so  much  ,  oly  would  do  anything  to  hear  her  nag  him  just  one  more  time  .  he  wishes  he  could  take  his  brother’s  pain  and  make  it  his  own  but  he  know  he  can’t  -  but  that  won’t  stop  him  from  shouldering  as  many  as  davios’  burdens  as  he  can  .   ❝   you  won’t  lose  me  .  you  will  get  through  this  pain  and  we  will  always  remember  senya  and  your  child  ,  i  promise  .   ❞   he  wonders  if  they  had  decided  one  a  name  but  he  doesn’t  want  to  speak  the  question  aloud  .   ❝   just  ...  please  don’t  push  me  away  anymore  .  i  will  give  you  your  space  to  mourn  but  i  need  you  ...  and  so  do  daella  ,  aster  ,  alysane  ,  lilyana  ,  and  especially  alerie  .  you  have  to  be  here  if  you’ll  be  competing  for  best  uncle  -  i  intend  to  win  .   ❞

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glvrious​:

♛

fingertips absentmindedly draw any and everything on their belly, blue eyes glued to the growing bump. for months now, alerie has been feeling like they might just break down at the slightest thing ——— pain, grief and fear of feeling it all culminating into a glass self, so easily broken by the wrong thing. “i’m alright, oly,” alerie replies, looking at her brother. then, a sharp exhale, “i am not made of porcelain, you know.” even if they feel like they do, somehow being treated like it only made it that much more obvious that they have reasons to let themself be broken. alerie lets her eyes meet olyvar’s, worry in her expression. something other than her own pain to focus on. “how are you feeling?”

          ❝   i  know  -  but  it  would  be  okay  if  you  weren’t  alright  .   ❞   he  attempts  to   reassure  them  with  a  careful  grin  .  olyvar  cannot  imagine  what  it  must  feel  like  to  have  someone  you  love  leave  the  realm  -  those  he  has  lost  romantically  can  at  least  go  and  be  happy  on  their  own  paths  .  the  baby  only  makes  things  much  more  heartbreaking  ,  but  oly  has  no  doubt  they  will  be  loved  endlessly  .  noting  her  attention  shift  has  him  changing  the  topic  right  along  with  alerie  .   ❝   i’m  okay  .  i’m  just  trying  to  do  everything  i  can  to  make  sure  nothing  with  our  house  falls  apart  -  it’s  been  a  good  distraction  but  i’ve  come  to  realize  how  much  i’d  truly  despise  being  ruling  lord  .  any  chance  you’d  want  it  one  day  ?   ❞

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for olyvar: if eve agrees to marry you, will you be faithful?

        ❝   yes  -  once  i  take  my  vows  ,  i  will  be  faithful  to  eve  ...  unless  ,  of  course  ,  it’s  one  sided  or  we  discuss  otherwise.  i’m  not  selfish  with  lovers  to  say  the  least  and  whatever  eve  decides  she’s  comfortable  with  ,  i’ll  follow  .  that’s  if  she  even  agrees  and  though  she’s  the  only  person  i  could  ever  see  myself  marrying  ,  i  know  there’s  a  part  of  her  that  probably  enjoys  watching  me  be  impatient  .  she’s  deserves  that  ,  though  ,  after  everything  .   ❞

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dealers choice; who would you choose to be with if not your current partner?

❝   i  am  technically  still  single  ,  as  lady  evelyn  has  yet  to  agree  to  marrying  me  but  patience  is  something  i  have  been  learning  these  past  months  .  if  i  am  to  marry  ,  it  will  be  her  -  if  she  rejects  me  ,  i  will  remain  unwed  .   ❞   there  are  past  lovers  that  come  to  mind  ,  nights  of  passion  and  emotion  long  ignored  ,  but  all  that  truly  interests  him  is  a  future  where  he  can  wake  up  everyday  with  evelyn  and  their  son  .  what  was  the  point  of  marriage  otherwise  ?   ❝   until  eve  makes  her  intentions  clear  ,  i  have  no  desire  for  romantic  partners  .   ❞

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for olyvar: you've been taking care of your family and the tyrell name for quite some time - do you resent davios for not being up to it and leaving you to deal with so many things?

        ❝   i  would  never  .   ❞   though  he’s  extremely  frustrated  that  davios  has  made  zero  effort  to  show  even  small  steps  of  progress  ,  he  cannot  imagine  losing  a  wife  ,  child  and  the  only  future  one  has  ever  known  .  it  was  incredibly  overwhelming  and  perhaps  at  first  he  was  angry  ,  but  never  at  davios  .  none  of  this  was  his  fault  .   ❝   i  have  to  admit  that  i  have  grown  to  like  the  sense  of  purpose  ...  and  a  taste  of  power  ,  but  i  find  comfort  knowing  it’s  temporary  .  i  wish  that  it  hadn’t  happened  like  this  and  i  wish  i  could  have  done  more  ...  but  this  is  what  i  needed  to  do  to  help  our  family  which  i  will  never  resent  .  i  miss  my  brother  but  i  know  he  will  return  again  when  he’s  ready  .   ❞   because  yes  ,  though  he  would  feel  tortured  if  the  job  became  permanent  ,  olyvar  would  do  anything  for  his  family  .

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for meryem: why do you stand by rohan's side instead of your own brother? do you think he and your parents will be disappointed in you for it?

        ❝   i  have  two  brothers  -  two  ,  but  that’s  all  right  ,  my  parents  forget  too  .   ❞   said  with  a  sigh  ,  meryem  has  never  done  anything  due  to  pressure  from  others  ...  in  fact  ,  they’ve  always  been  adamant  about  doing  the  exact  opposite  .  why  would  this  be  any  different  ?  she’s  not  a  puppet  of  her  parents’  creation  ,  despite  popular  belief  .   ❝   yeah  yeah  ,  they’ll  be  disappointed  regardless  .  at  least  if  rohan  is  ruling  lord  ,  their  survival  chances  are  higher  .   ❞   in  the  aspect  of  their  mother  and  younger  brother  ,  even  the  north  ,  not  so  much  their  father  ...  but  meryem  didn’t  care  about  that  part  .

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vixtoriious​:

  𝐼𝑇  𝑊𝐴𝑆  𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐷  𝐵𝐸𝐼𝑁𝐺  𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑌  𝐹𝑅𝑂𝑀  𝐻𝑂𝑀𝐸.  she  was  comfortable  in  the  north,  amongst  the  snow  and  the  cold.  in  the  woods  tending  to  those  animals  shed  adopted  much  to  her  sister’s  chagrin.  but  what  was  hardest  was  not  having  her  friend  there.  so  seeing  them  standing  there  brought  the  biggest  smile  to  the  young  woman’s  face.  blue  eyes  widen  in  surprise  and  joy,  ‘mery!’  arms  wide  and  wrapped  around  her  friend  since  childhood.   giggling  she  pulled  back  a  shy  look  on  her  face  as  if  she’d  been  found  out.  “  i  didn’t  realize  you  were  here,  which  is  silly  of  me.  of  course  you  would  be…  oh  wait…”  she  said,  handing  the  bowl  to  them  as  she  went  back  to  grab  the  decanter  of  sweet  wine  and  a  another  loaf  of  gingerbread.  “  now  we  can  have  a  little  picnic.”  she  grinned.  linking  their  arms  together  as  they  quickly  scurried  out  of  the  kitchens  before  they  were  discovered.  once  alone  in  the  halls,  ros  clung  tighter  to  meryem’s  arm.  ‘    i  heard  what  happened  with  your  brothers.  are  you  alright?  “  she  knew  all  to  well  how  meryem  was,  how  sometimes  they  were  overlooked.  knowing  it  allowed  them  the  privacy  they  longed  for.  but  ros  couldn’t  help but  worry  for  her  friend,  especially  now,  especially  here.  the  voices  that  greeted  ros,  she  could  hear  the  melancholy  in  them  when  mery  appeared,  and  she  wondered  just  what  the  connection  was. 

          ❝   a  picnic  ??   ❞   meryem  squeals  ,  voice  raising  a  bit  higher  than  intended  and  cheeks  reddening  due  to  the  fact  .  they’re  not  picky  when  it  comes  to  treats  ,  especially  knowing  that  ros  will  pick  their  favorites  .  though  the  task  proves  challenging  to  stay  quiet  ,  the  two  sneak  away  successfully  and  meryem  is  back  to  focusing  on  the  disaster  that  is  their  current  predicament  .  ❝   yes  ,  i’m  fine  ...  i  kept  hoping  my  father  would  keep  things  they  way  they  were  ,  no  fuss  ...  and  then  he  does  this  .   ❞   while  they  have  no  issue  with  their  mother’s  son  becoming  heir  ,  the  amount  of  complications  the  change  in  succession  brings  does  not  seem  worth  the  effort  to  meryem  .   ❝   are  you  okay  ,  sneaking  off  to  the  kitchens  in  the  middle  of  the  night  ?  i  hate  this  place  ,  please  be  careful  .   ❞   it  hurts  her  heart  to  think  about  hating  the  very  place  that  used  to  house  the  arryn  family  ...  once  a  place  meryem  had  looked  forward  to  visiting  ,  now  the  place  where  a  beloved  friend  was  murdered  .

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knightsfcll​:

As the bottle was ripped from his hands, Davios placed his fist in front of his lips, preventing himself from screaming at his brother. Olyvar was doing this for him, wasn’t he? He was doing so much, so much more than he ever believed he could possibly do and what was he giving him in return? Nothing. He couldn’t give him anything because even if the months had passed, he wasn’t able to forget his wife, the lovely creature who at one point had shared his mind, his goals, the future they wanted more than anything and above else - The safety of his family. Davios clenched his jaw, his eyes closing as Olyvar screamed at him. He’d done this so many times to him and he’d listened in the end, but now? The step he needed to take back into the light was still too large. The shadows engulf him in their pain clinging to him like no other. “I’m sorry”. he croaked out from his lips, looking at his brother with hollow eyes. What else could he possibly say? He wished he could do as Olyvar wished but just the thought of being sober, to feel the pain that kept circling his heart was too much. “I can’t-” Davios got up. walked over to his brother and looked at him. He was proud of himself, proud of the man standing in front of him trying to rescue him from his own growing darkness. He didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what to do because what Olyvar wanted he couldn’t give. Not yet at least. “I’m sorry,” he murmured once again before walking past his brother, heading for the liquor cabinet.

          he  was  prepared  for  shouting  .  hells  ,  olyvar  wanted  davios  to  punch  him  and  get  out  whatever  feelings  had  been  kept  inside  .  whatever  he  had  to  do  to  find  himself  again  -  scream  ,  fight  ,  cry  ...  but  this  ?  olyvar  had  no  idea  what  his  brother  had  gone  through  with  losing  his  wife  and  child  ,  but  no  amount  of  alcohol  would  ever  bring  them  back  .  all  davios  was  doing  was  harming  himself  and  those  around  him  ,  even  without  realizing  .  oly  would  never  ask  the  other  to  forget  the  people  they  lost  but  at  some  point  they  must  move  on  -  it’s  already  been  two  months  and  with  their  arrival  in  new  valyria  ,  house  tyrell  needs  their  ruling  lord  to  at  least  appear  in  tact  .  while  olyvar  doesn’t  care  what  anyone  thinks  of  them  ,  he  doesn’t  want  davios’  time  in  mourning  to  have  future  consequences  .  when  olyvar  yells  ,  he  expects  to  feel  better  ,  but  the  relief  only  lasts  for  a  breath  .

          the  apology  is  a  facade  ,  but  it  takes  oly  a  painstakingly  long  time  to  realize  .  he  believes  his  brother  has  finally  seen  the  light  and  so  he  lets  out  a  sigh  of  relief  -  not  everything  is  back  to  normal  but  this  is  the  progress  they’ve  so  desperately  needed  .  when  davios  stands  up  ,  olyvar  responds  with  a  soft  smile  and  though  the  emptiness  in  his  brother’s  eyes  terrifies  him  ,  he  holds  out  for  a  spark  of  hope  .   ❝   everything  is  going  to  be  okay  ,  davios  ,  this  is  -   ❞   and  within  seconds  ,  as  the  other  passes  him  for  the  direction  of  the  liquor  cabinet  ,  the  hope  is  lost  .  his  mouth  hangs  open  for  a  second  and  as  the  seconds  tick  by  ,  anger  overshadows  .   ❝   we’re  your  family  too  ,  or  must  we  be  in  the  crypt  to  get  your  attention  ?   ❞   he  snarls  as  he  crosses  the  room  away  from  davios  and  closer  to  the  door  .   ❝   fine  ,  do  what  you  want  ,  i  don’t  care  anymore  .   ❞

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flvvrpetals​:

“   you   have   never   rhymed?   “   aster   asks,   confusion   evident   and   spread   across   his   face.   head   tilts   to   consider   olyvare   deeply   for   a   moment,   before   he   sighed   and   set   it   aside.   “   ah,   it   is   a   hopeless   cause.   this   poem   is   doomed   to   be   kindling   for   the   flame,”   the   man   declared,   rising   from   his   seat   to   stride   over   to   towards   where   the   fire   was   lazily   burning.   he   tossed   it   in,   watching   it   burn   for   a   second   before   he   turned   his   attention   back   to   olyvar.   “   what   is   keeping   you   busy,   oly?”

          olyvar  shakes  his  head  slowly  ,  as  if  his  brother  has  asked  him  something  he’s  never  heard  of  before  .  he  has  ,  but  his  talents  do  not  include  anything  similar  to  literature  or  poetry  .  why  would  he  bother  to  attempt  ?  it’s  hardly  something  he  would  begin  to  enjoy  .  before  he  can  protest  or  give  an  inspiring  speech  that  gives  aster  the  exact  answer  he  needs  ,  his  brother  tosses  the  parchment  into  the  flames  .  he  wonders  if  he  should  be  worried  -  but  oly  already  is  .   ❝   right  now  ?   ❞   he  asks  with  confusion  .   ❝   what  keeps  me  busy  is  pretending  to  be  davios  ,   ❞   olyvar  responds  with  a  huff  .   ❝   it  seems  like  i  always  have  a  full  list  to  do  .   ❞

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mariyaxmyrielle​:

Closed starter! @warsmade

Location: One of the Gardens in Staerdale in the afternoon

She was supposed to be in The Sept, but she wasn't. She sat in the garden with nothing but her thoughts.

Mariya wondered if Senya would be angry with her from beyond for not going to The Sept today to connect with her spiritually.

The Lady of Goldengrove however knew she couldn't live out the rest of her days praying.

She used to be quite social, but now she wasn't nearly as social as she once was. But she desperately wanted to get back to being social... get back to following what she had been taught.

Mariya looked up when she heard footsteps and saw none other than Olyvar Tyrell. She stood up and curtsied.

"My lord. How are you doing today? Have you settled in well here?" She asked, a small yet sad smile on her face.

          olyvar  did  not  believe  in  such  a  thing  as  gods  ,  though  he  would  never  voice  such  an  opinion  aloud  .  growing  up  he  played  pretend  of  attending  prayer  and  speaking  to  their  weirwood  trees  in  times  of  confusion  ,  but  now  oly  knew  better  than  to  waste  his  time  with  facades  .  if  the  gods  did  exist  ,  they  surely  didn’t  care  about  the  suffering  they  inflicted  .  

          he  makes  his  way  out  to  the  gardens  ,  not  in  search  of  anyone  or  with  the  intention  of  going  anywhere  specific  -  just  a  leisurely  stroll  of  silence  .  instead  he’s  immediately  met  with  company  but  by  someone  he  tolerates  just  fine  .   ❝   my  lady  ,   ❞   olyvar  greets  ,  bowing  his  head  with  respect  .  he  wishes  davios  had  the  woman’s  strength  .  they’d  all  lost  senya  but  davios  was  drinking  himself  to  death  over  it  .   ❝   i  am  doing  well  ,  thank  you  ,  how  are  you  ?   ❞   the  question  sounds  soiled  with  everything  that’s  gone  on  and  oly  hopes  she  isn’t  insulted  by  it  .   ❝   i’ve  settled  with  no  issue  ,  but  i  hesitate  to  say  i  feel  warmly  about  it  .   ❞

[warsmade]

glvrious​:

♛

the company of his dragon, amidst a handful of others, brings a sense of comfort that seems impossible to come around. whether it’s whispers around staerdale or his own mind showing all that he doesn’t want to think about every time he closes his eyes ( his mother, dying alone. the red keep, his home, completely destroyed. the nagging idea that he could have lost so many people ), it seems there is nowhere to run for rhaegar.  and perhaps, he does deserve that, to make up for the lack of guilt and remorse that should have overwhelmed him after what he did. daeny’s scent still lingers on dark clothes as he walks down the hall, towards his own chambers or to a library he hopes is empty, rhaegar doesn’t know. though, it also turns out it does not matter. “———what the hell?” he breathes out at the same time his back meets a wall. it takes the prince a moment to process what the lady is saying, eyebrows furrowed as he does. he did murder poppy and there is not a single part of him that feels like he should not have, not after what the arryn had said. he doesn’t say that outloud though, not yet. “does it matter what i say?” he asks through a scoff, violet eyes looking down at their dark ones, almost defying.. “you seem pretty set in your belief.”

          there  was  only  one  house  in  all  of  westeros  who  relied  on  dragons  to  maintain  their  power  and  it  was  house  targaryen  .  how  powerful  would  they  be  if  their  dragons  were  to  disappear  or  better  yet  ,  turn  on  their  riders  ?  meryem  would  love  to  see  the  king  in  an  actual  battle  where  he  would  easily  be  bested  by  a  better  knight  ,  just  as  most  of  the  targaryen  children  would  .  she  wasn’t  sure  about  the  older  princes  ,  especially  since  a  war  for  them  seemed  a  potential  nuisance  ,  but  meryem  felt  confident  in  their  ability  to  best  rhaegar  in  archery  if  nothing  else  -  their  skills  were  quite  matched  in  that  regard  .  or  even  poisons  ,  like  the  ones  they’d  discussed  with  poppy  .  there  were  ways  to  continue  poppy  arryn’s  work  and  meryem  intended  on  making  house  targaryen  their  targets  .  all  the  anger  that  has  been  resting  dormant  within  the  lady  stark  reveals  its  ugly  head  once  the  prince  speaks  .   ❝   of  course  it  matters  ,  you  idiot  -  that’s  the  point  .  i  want  to  hear  you  admit  it  because  i  already  know  the  truth  .   ❞   if  anything  were  to  happen  or  if  rhaegar  denied  their  requests  ,  meryem  would  go  to  their  brothers  and  confirm  how  rhaegar  was  the  one  who  took  the  order  .  they  would  regardless  ...  but  they  are  tired  of  everyone  pretending  as  if  the  targaryens  aren’t  murderers  -  let  one  of  them  say  it  themselves  .

[warsmade]

crvwnfought​:

with  meryem  stark    /    @warsmade​​​ where:   the stark apartments. when:   after the manderly’s arrival in staerdale.

        the  manderly  ran  far  colder  than  she’d ever imagined possible. hatred and rage was meant to burn, but hers froze. she was the seas that crashed on white harbor’s shores, cold no matter how brightly the sun shown, and here in the vale there was only darkness. green eyes watched the fire snap and flicker in the hearth. she felt little warmth. a graveyard could never be warm. finally, she looked away and toward the stark sitting beside her, knowing that similar emotions raged within them.        ❝  i wish the dragons would rebel once more and turn this place and their riders to ash.  ❞        lips curled into a snarl around each word, spoken only because they were alone within the room. her hands curled into fists on her lap and nails dug into her palms.        ❝  that scrawny pest of a prince especially.  ❞

          their  stomach  remains  in  knots  as  they  listen  to  the  crackling  hearth  ,  the  room  silent  as  only  the  two  of  them  are  present  .  meryem  would  explore  this  graveyard  in  time  but  the  wound  still  felt  fresh  -  like  there  was  a  part  of  her  terrified  that  poppy  remained  somewhere  ...  and  the  nightmares  alone  were  hard  enough  .  even  if  neither  of  them  were  to  speak  ,  which  karina  does  as  they  think  ,  meryem  felt  comfortable  having  the  manderly’s  company  .  at  least  they  would  not  force  any  facade  of  peace  or  happiness  .   ❝   so  do  i  .   ❞   they  mumble  weakly  ,  eyes  finally  meeting  karina’s  .  the  mention  of  rhaegar  has  meryem  clenching  their  jaw  .   ❝   no  ...  no  ,  he  does  not  deserve  a  quick  death  .  i  want  him  to  suffer  .   ❞

[warsmade]

absiinthee​:

where: new valyria  when: mid november who: OPEN STARTER (capping at 3 muses) 

Him and his brothers decided it was best that they go. This was their first appearance as representatives of their house in years (his father had chosen to seclude them in Widow’s Watch after the death of his mother, causing a withering of ties and the erosion of their memory in the eyes of the rest of the world). But now, with all three brothers back home, they were slowly but surely moving to remedy this… but that didn’t exempt them from the growing pains of it all. He couldn’t help the discomfort he was feeling, especially in Staerdale. He felt like he was being stifled by ghosts, the festivities marred by the blood that they could no longer see but was still there. 

In an attempt to clear his head, he had excused himself from his brothers’ presence and escaped to the castle’s gardens, wandering aimlessly as he reflected on the months prior. So much to do, so much to fix, so much to unearth and so little time. 

With his eyes trained to the sky, he allowed his feet to direct him, mind still incredibly cloudy, not even realizing that he should probably pay more attention to his surroundings… till his foot no longer found ground, instead falling straight down and plunging him into icy pond water. 

Brilliant. 

He flailed ungracefully before finally resurfacing, whipping his head around like a fish out of water before finally landing his gaze on the one person that seemed to bear witness to his fumble. 

“I-… You-…” What could he possibly say? “You’re not allowed to laugh.” He finally managed through gritted teeth as he attempted to pluck himself up with as much dignity as possible, completely soaking wet. 

          the  winds  of  winter  were  shifting  .  meryem  could  feel  the  atmosphere  drastically  change  the  second  her  father  announced  the  change  in  heir  ,  upsetting  northerners  who  were  already  angry  because  of  the  harsh  winter  .  whatever  good  graces  the  north  saw  them  in  were  all  gone  now  .  when  jon  left  winterfell  ,  meryem  thought  it  strange  ,  especially  knowing  how  close  he’d  become  with  rohan  .  it  was  none  of  their  business  ,  however  ,  so  they  left  it  be  .

          it’s  been  years  since  she’s  seen  him  ,  leo  disappearing  to  travel  elsewhere  and  meryem  remembers  thinking  how  lucky  he  was  .  after  the  last  seven  months  ,  staying  away  was  for  the  best  .  she  doesn’t  think  about  any  of  this  when  she  spots  him  in  the  pond  ,  unable  to  hide  the  giggles  .  

          ❝  mmm  ,  tried  not  -   ❞   another  giggle  .   ❝   tried  not  to  but  ...  failed  .   ❞   they  let  their  laughter  flow  freely  after  the  confession  and  watch  the  lord  flail  a  bit  before  lending  a  hand  .   ❝   want  some  help  ?   ❞

[warsmade]

knightsfcll​:

the disgust and annoyance on his features were so evident that Olyvar could see it all. to think they still did this, forced him to eat, drink other things than wine, to leave his chambers and try to find the spark to live once more. did they know how much it hurt? to find the one you loved murdered in their bed, their child leaving hours before their mother, and then  - his own mother knocked out as well. it still bothered him heavily how she didn’t remember the person who took his wife away from him. He’d had happiness before the siege on kings landing and afterwards, it seemed the plan to be content, to have the life his father had wanted for him and simply crumbled up and into dust.

A scoff left his lips at the mention of their mother. “I’m not hungry and what could she possibly do?” with the bottle to his lips he took another sip of the wine. He didn’t care what wine it was even, as long as he could get the alcohol to cloud his mind and give some sort of release. “She would probably throw some names in the air for my future wife-” Davios frowned and looked at Oly. “Do you think she’d start checking if they can have children? Since they were so unhappy when they believed..” Davios choked up a little before stopping himself. he didn’t want to mention her name, not yet. it was too fresh. “Take the food and get out Oly,” he murmured and turned his face away, finding his bottle once again.

          the  more  defiant  davios  becomes  ,  the  more  olyvar  can  feel  anger  bubbling  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  .  while  he  could  never  understand  the  pain  his  brother  went  through  in  losing  his  wife  and  child  ,  could  never  understand  the  extensive  grief  davios  felt  ,  he  needed  his  brother  .  they  all  did  .  it’s  been  months  since  senya’s  passing  and  no  progress  has  been  made  whatsoever  .  the  only  reason  davios  even  left  highgarden  is  due  to  the  command  by  the  king  .  he  grows  frustrated  that  every  time  he  attempts  to  help  davios  take  a  step  forward  ,  oly  is  met  with  resistance  .

          ❝  have  you  at  least  eaten  today  ?   ❞   he  questions  ,  knowing  he  can’t  force  his  brother  to  eat  ,  though  he  certainly  considers  it  .  if  something  happens  to  davios  because  he  refuses  to  take  care  of  himself  ,  oly  would  be  furious  .  senya  was  gone  but  house  tyrell  was  still  alive  and  suffering  themselves  .  he  knew  davios  needed  to  mourn  on  his  own  time  and  not  be  rushed  ,  but  how  much  longer  could  they  wait  for  their  ruling  lord  to  snap  out  of  it  ?  olyvar  felt  like  things  only  kept  getting  worse  .   ❝   she  can’t  make  anything  official  without  your  say  as  ruling  lord  ,  especially  when  i’ve  repeatedly  explained  i  wouldn’t  allow  it  to  happen  .   ❞   he  couldn’t  be  emotional  about  this  anymore  ,  though  his  stomach  drops  when  davios’  voice  cracks  .  olyvar  sighs  and  waits  a  second  before  jumping  forward  to  struggle  with  davios  ,  affectively  ripping  the  bottle  away  from  him  .   ❝   NO  !  i’m  not  leaving  you  to  rot  here  and  die  ,  davios  !  you  may  think  we  can  survive  without  you  ,  but  i  can’t  !   ❞   because  that  was  the  main  reason  he  never  wanted  to  be  ruling  lord  -  because  it  would  mean  davios  was  dead  .

[warsmade]

flvvrpetals:

closed starter for @warsmade​ ( olyvar )  when: three days after arriving to new valyria. 

there   was   a   comfortable   silence   between   the   two   men   as   they   both   sat,   left   to   their   own   devices.   aster’s   frustrated   scribbling,   writing   and   rewriting   the   same   thing   repeatedly.   he   was   attempting   to   put   words   to   his   emotions,   but   unlike   before,   he   was   struggling   at   finding   any   release   with   them.   “   what   do   you   think   rhymes   with   brimstone,”   aster   asks,   breaking   the   quiet   air.   he   turns   his   head   to   glance   over   at   olyvar,   setting   aside   quill.   “   i   find   i   am   at   a   complete   loss   for   where   to   go   with   it.   “

          the  room  is  silent  for  a  few  seconds  as  aster  pauses  his  writing  ,  the  atmosphere  filled  with  quiet  scratching  as  he  resumes  .  olyvar  doesn’t  notice  until  it  becomes  louder  ,  the  repetition  bothering  him  .  he  furrows  his  brows  at  the  question  and  stares  at  his  brother  for  a  moment  .   ❝   uhh  ...  i  ...  i  don’t  know  .   ❞   reading  ,  especially  writing  ,  is  a  secret  hatred  of  his  for  his  difficulty  to  read  as  well  as  others  around  him  can  -  and  how  obvious  it  becomes  when  the  idea  of  letters  come  to  mind  .   ❝   i  have  never  rhymed  anything  ...  so  i  am  not  best  to  ask  .   ❞