𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 / 𝖉𝖆𝖒𝖓𝖊𝖉

erik couldn’t help but laugh at that. “last i checked, i’m not the bird whisperer. nor did i stop you from catching it. know why? you could never have caught it.” the bird had flown only to the top of the inn, where it now sat perched, looking down on them with all the dignity of a ruling lord. idiot, thought erik. lingering at the scene of the crime never did anyone any good. “i think it’s trying to tell you something. or just taunt you.” he stood, and made for the warmth of the inn. “come inside. i’ll buy you a drink, as a consolation prize. and maybe something to eat. no promises. i don’t want to sit out here any longer.”

         “  AH,  FUCK.  ”        the  words  fall  from  his  mouth  as  soon  as  her  voice  hits  his  ears.  his  knows  the  sound  of  her  voice  well,  unfortunately.  there  are  few  who  can  draw  such  a  visceral  reaction  from  the  ironborn  bastard  and  she  is  counted  among  them.  the  urge  to  set  sail  back  to  pyke  is  even  stronger  now  than  it  was  before.        “  what  the  bloody  hell  are  you  doing  here  ?  no—  don’t  answer  that.  i  don’t  want  to  know.  just  go  find  some  sap  to  fuck  and  rob  and  leave  me  be.  ”

       𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐈𝐃  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 ,   as  if  effort  &  deliberation  were  not  necessary  for  any  swing  of  the  sword ;   almost  like  the  weapon  was  an  extension  of  his  very  own  complexion .   after  an  intense  day ,   filled  with  interactions  with  annoying  ladies  &  lords  that  brought  rickard  to  the  edge  of  his  flammable  personality ,   everything  he  needed  was  to  blow  off  some  steam   ―   and  there  was  not  better  way  to  do  so  than  to  train  for  a  bit ,   allowing  his  mind  to  be  nearly  empty ,  following  its  own  tempestuous  nature .   it  wasn’t  long ,   however ,   until  everything  almost  reached  a  disastrous  end   ―   as  his  attention  was  taken  by  what  he  was  doing ,   rickard  was  prone  to  react  purely  instinctively  and ,   when  he  noticed  a  person  approaching  from  behind ,   his  actions  guided  him  along  a  defensive  path ,   linked  to  the  trainings  he  was  engaging  in .   before  the  man  could  even  think  about  what  he  was  doing ,   his  movements  led  him  to  only  stop  when  his  sword  was  almost  reaching  the  neck  of  whoever  dared  to  approach   ―   the  sharp  blade  almost  touching  the  other’s  skin  as  dark  hues  widened ,   as  he  realized  what  was  happening .     “  fuck.  ”     was  virtually  the  only  thing  the  baratheon  could  say  as  he  promptly  took  the  sword  away  from  the  other  person’s  personal  space ,   mildly  worried  about  them  and  what  had  happened .     “  that…  was  my  mistake.  are  you  hurt?  ”

𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐭  differently.  she  could  have  sworn  king’s  landing  had  been  far  brighter  in  her  memories.  a  place  that  was  filled  to  the  brim  with  life.  a  place  that  had  caused  wide  eyes  to  only  somehow  widen  further  with  ever  corner  she  had  taken.  but  then  again,  she  had  been  half  the  size  and  full  of  a  type  of  innocence  that  only  a  child  untouched  by  anything  could  possess.  not  to  mention,  she  hadn’t  exactly  meant  to  be  there  which  always  aided  in  making  anything  seem  far  more  exciting  than  it  truly  was.  she  wished  she  could  still  view  the  city  the  way  she  had  as  a  child,  but  the  ugly  side  of  it  all  had  crept  in  and  clouded  whatever  brightness  she  remembered.  now  she  understood  everything  that  had  been  said  about  the  place.  though  exploring  the  streets  had  been  a  far  more  welcoming  idea  than  being  cooped  up  between  four  walls,  at  least  she  could  breathe  at  little  easier — no  matter  if  there  was  a  certain  aroma  that  hung  in  the  air.  but  there  was  only  so  much  she  could  take  before  she’s  retreated  into  some  relative  comfort  of  a  tavern,  which  had  led  to  her  starring  unimpressively, nose  scrunching  tightly,  at  the  cloudy  beverage  that  filled  the  mug  set  before  her.  “  if  there  is  one  thing  in  this  world  that  i’ll  never  be  able  to  wrap  my  head  around,  it’s  the  fact  that  people  prefer  this  over  wine.  i  will  never  understand  the  appeal  of  ale.  nothing  you  drink  should  be  this — murky. ”

         THE CROWNLANDS WERE NOT SO DIFFERENT FROM THE REACH. both of the kingdoms had a comfortable amount of sunlight, a light breeze that disheveled livya’s golden CURLS in a soft moviment & both of them had a lot of common folk. however, livya found king’s landing a UNPLEASANT view. her artistic side spoke louder & she found the city to be dirty & dark. being locked at her chambers in queen daenerys’ castle wasn’t in her plans, however her father did not want any of his daughters wandering around the city. livya wanted to see the true BEAUTY of king’s landing & she knew it would be hide in te depths of the city. contenting herself to wander in the halls of aegon’s fort, her blue eyes scanned the wall in front of her, outisde the castle, delicate fingers feeling the wall material. “ it is such a waste of a beautiful color to be in such UNSIGHTLY walls. ” she spoke to no one, a soft tone accompanying a disappointed frown.

a historical / fantasy / period / medieval friendly character survey.

reblog and bold your muses preference.

roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / tulips

winter / summer / autumn / spring

thunderstorms / sunshine / snow 

indoors / outdoors

meat / fruit / sweets

extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism

god fearing / non god fearing

cats / dogs / horses / birds

sunrise / sunset

day time / night time

fire / earth / water / wind 

reading / writing

rising early / sleeping late 

wine / ale / neither

fur / silk / satin / lace 

rubies / pearls / sapphires 

horse back / walking / carriages 

love / power / indifferent

having company / being alone 

lakes / rivers / oceans 

knife / sword / bow / poison 

a historical / fantasy / period / medieval friendly character survey.

reblog and bold your muses preference.

roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / tulips

winter / summer / autumn / spring

thunderstorms / sunshine / snow 

indoors / outdoors

meat / fruit / sweets

extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism

god fearing / non god fearing

cats / dogs / horses / birds

sunrise / sunset

day time / night time

fire / earth / water / wind 

reading / writing

rising early / sleeping late 

wine / ale / neither

fur / silk / satin / lace 

rubies / pearls / sapphires 

horse back / walking / carriages 

love / power / indifferent

having company / being alone 

lakes / rivers / oceans 

knife / sword / bow / poison 

         THERE  IS  NO  PLACE  LIKE  HOME.  the  weight  of  the  words  are  certainly  felt  with  that  first  step  into  king’s  landing.  it  smells  of  piss  and  shit,  even  as  it  sits  on  the  edge  of  the  blackwater.  the  iron  islands  call  to  him,  but  he  isn’t  one  to  wallow  and  complain  over  a  thing  that  cannot  be  helped.  the  landsmeet  was  simply  far  too  important  to  miss  even  for  the  bastard  born  man  that  he  was—  although,  had  his  siblings  not  been  in  attendance  then  he  would  have  kept  away  as  well.  at  least  he  knew  that  he  would  not  suffer  alone.        “  does  it  always  fucking  smell  like  this  ?  ”        the  comment  is  gruff  and  made  with  little  regard  for  who  hears.        “  you  would  think  for  being  the  home  of  KINGS  and  QUEENS  it  would  be  more  pleasant.  ”

the day had been as long as any other, and as evening made its way through the world, erik sat outside an inn which felt very much like nowhere, and thought of nothing of consequence. it was getting colder, and he wondered if he ought to go in and have a drink, but just as he’d been about to stand up, there was a commotion in the corner of his eye. he looked over just in time to watch a seabird flying away, bread clutched in its beak, and snorted. “too quick for you, eh?” he shook his head, smiling after the thief. “i suppose it’s earned that bread.”