@foulrests said: rumor has it, i make you nervous / laena & sansa.
she feels the air physically leave her lungs. stark grey eyes widened at the speed with which laena had merely . . . appeared before her, stealing breath from her lungs in a way that sansa wished she could say only had been caused the way silvery curls had bounced to life in the dimly lit hall before her. and certainly not because they were attached to someone so devastatingly pretty.
her mouth feels dry, her hands wrought together behind her back for a moment as she manages to find her courage to speak. “ who . . . said that? ” an awkward laugh, stunted as she tucks a few stray red hairs behind her ear and finally manages to look laena in the eyes. “ i am not – you . . . do not make me nervous, lady laena. ” but even as the words pass through her lips, sansa's cheeks are flushing a light shade of pink, ever made more noticeable across the light porcelain of her skin.
“ perhaps they merely heard me mention that i am nervous of dragons. ”
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there is a part of helaena that knows, that understands the way her mother had formed her own conjecture – had come to the idea that this had been the answer required to keep her safe, and yet . . . there is another notion altogether, buried deeper down that she cannot help but to hear bubble off in the wind, asking, wondering, if her mother had ever considered the fact that aegon and the word mercy did not ever belong in the same sentence.
too fragile, too broken on his own accord; suffering at the same cruel hands of fate that'd been dealt to her, it was no wonder all three of the queen's children held their own unfortunate misgivings. helaena flinches as her mother steps closer, a nervous habit – a worrisome, rabbit's heart within her chest; she'd not been well since their boy had died. since helaena had been forced to choose. her hands wring together in her lap, another nervous tic, inherited no doubt from the woman that stands before her.
“i do not feel . . . much loved in this moment, mother.” spoken truthfully, honestly, as her hand releases its hold on itself and extends out from her lap, reaching out in search of alicent's hand and curling delicate, nimble fingers round into hers. the way she has ever since she was a child. “i am – terrified, i do not want this. i do not want for any of it. and yet i know there is nothing i can do or say to release myself from it.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄. a voice that, in her mind, whispers nothing but wrong decision & failure. to know she's had a hand, no matter how inconsequential it felt at the time, in helaena's pain was enough to make her stomach turn. to cause another crack in her heart. like helaena, alicent lives her life in a certain state of discomfort which never wavers . . except now, she feels, when things look to be worsening rather than getting better. was this the gods punishment onto her, then ? ( to see her children, one by one, turn on her or destroy themselves. to witness their suffering & only have empty palms to remedy it. a mother is suppose to comfort her children, to assure them, to make them as content as possible. why couldn't she ever do that one thing right ? why, gods, why ! )
@petitmortes said, " DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT I NEVER WANTED THIS TO BEGIN WITH ? "
brown eyes, so full of sorrows as of late, widened as mouth hangs slightly agape. hand rests about her stomach to keep teeth from picking at skin, a shaky breath taken before the mother can speak: ❛ of course i have, helaena. ❜ spoken softly, voice thick. tears well in the queens eyes, but none fall in the moment. ❛ i- . . marrying you to aegon felt like a mercy. it felt better. better you marry someone you know than a stranger. better you remain somewhere familiar, surrounded by those whom love you. ❜ all the things i was not spared, not given, briefly thought internally. lips press together, discomfort settling into her bones, as alicent takes a step forward. ❛ my girl, do you know how it hurts me to look at you at times & see a mirror of myself ? to know i . . i was the cause of some of your pain, your discomfort, when i believed myself protecting you. ❜
Later, while Sansa was off listening to a troupe of singers perform the complex round of interwoven ballads called the ‘Dance of the Dragons’ …
- Eddard VII, AGOT
hotd the musical is an in universe thing confirmed. is the dance of dragons westeros’ hamilton? did grrm just foreshadow hamilton here?? rhaenyra is the alexander hamilton. aegon ii is the aaron burr. it was written by ser ilyn manuel myranda.
oh my god. aemond targaryen miku binder.
eepy , discord lingering for tn; tackling the inbox & drafts tomorrow
I want - no, I need more long term, in depth ships. The kind of ships that I can’t stop thinking about. That have a real chokehold on you as an rper. Really thought out, headcanoned and plotted ships. Where we obsess over them endlessly. Go back and forth and stay up late just to read one or two more replies. Where you can get so attached to the characters involved that you can feel what they’re feeling, the good, the bad, the ugly. The kind of ships that really make the RP experience. The ones we can really develop, see grow over the months, have long angsty threads of, but also short fluffy or smutty ones as well. Or where we can post a random one liner just to mix things up here and there! Yeah, I need more ships like that. So please, like… message… send a carrier pigeon... doesn’t matter! Because as the great t.swif.t once said… it’s a need.
abt to have some lunch, drink a doccy pep, and watch the netflix adaptation of uglies — and probably set some more thing up in my queue <3
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who is the lamb & who is the knife ?
alive but at what cost
why is the soundtrack in this film so obnoxious
having brain thoughts on switching my alysanne fc to em.ily ba.der