⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀SECOND CHILD, RESTLESS CHILD, a phrase found in an old nursery rhyme from the time of their ancestors could not have been more true for luke. oft in the habit of sleeping late and waking early, it was no surprise that, when he had learned his father was expected to, at long last, arrive back home possibly late that eve or early in the upcoming morrow, he had stayed awake, and alert, laid beneath the canopy of his bed in his darkened chambers and simply listened to the silence around him, closely, to catch every small sound that could be heard within and from outside of the castle walls. when, finally, sometime past the hour of ghosts, hooves had sounded against stone in the distance and the large gates had creaked, scraped the ground as they had been pushed open, accompanied by muffled voices and hurried footsteps, he had wasted no time in hauling the warm sheets off his form and climbing out of bed, swiftly scurrying from the room and along the corridor, down a flight of steep stairs and into the hall on bare feet, barely registering the chill of cold, hard stone against his unprotected soles in his haste to reach his destination. when, finally, he arrived where men were streaming into the castle from the courtyard, it did not take long to make out his father amidst the crowd and find his way to him, all but throwing himself at his body, small arms stretching up and closing around as much of his middle as they were able to, and not letting off, even when harwin moved to lower himself to his knee, all too willingly stepping into the next embrace, this time slinging his arms around his father's neck and burying his face in the dip between it and his shoulder until only a heap of messy dark curls remained visible of his head, inhaling the familiar scent of him as he squeezed him with as much as strength a little boy could muster; the outdoors, something earthy combined with greased steel and leather. father was home. a long moment passed, before he moved his head back enough to face harwin, a wide grin spread across his face, stretched up lips revealing the dark gap of a missing tooth in the bottom front row. “ perhaps i have . . . i have grown taller! ” he stated proudly, thinking back to when the maesters had taken their measurements of all three boys just the other day, as they did after every turn of the moon. already now they were convinced he would come to be quite tall by the time he reached manhood.

“ you are late. you were supposed to be home before the turn of the moon. ” he then said with the blunt honesty of a child ( though he would never quite grow out of that ), the accusatory tone his voice adopts, however, never making his grin falter and soon giving way to excitement again as he enthusiastically carried on, “ you missed so much — joff's egg has started to hatch and arrax has gotten bigger! he can breathe fire now . . . not for very long yet, but he can do it! ”

༄࿔*·⋅ starter for @harrenhalheir.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ EVEN HAVING GROWN UP in great fortresses like the red keep and, for a much longer time, dragonstone, nothing could have prepared luke for the grandeur of harrenhal, the sheer size of it, despite parts of the large castle, the largest in the seven kingdoms, laying in ruins of collapsed buildings and charred walls, despite the darkness that seemed to stretch far beyond those blackened walls and encase the castle grounds in their entirety, despite the rumours of a terrible curse attached to it since old harren's death to none other than luke's own ancestor and his dragon.

he could feel the eyes on him already before he turned his head and saw him — his uncle larys, dwelling upon the threshold of the tower of ghosts, near the scattered ruins of a long fallen sept, completely motionless, merely observing from a distance as father and son made their way across the bailey, clearly harbouring no intentions to come over and welcome his elder brother home, as somebody else might have done when setting eyes again upon their kin after many years of distance. all too quickly did the, albeit distant, memories resurface then, the dramas of his childhood when, after long weeks of him and his two brothers facing strange onslaughts of fevers, coughs and chills on the stomach, without ever truly becoming ill enough for the maesters to be able to put a name on and explain the symptoms they'd all displayed, for, otherwise, they had felt fine, larys had been caught sneaking a vial of bizarre concoction into little jeffory's waiting dish of oats and milk one morrow. poison. a poison he, no doubt, had administered to the other boys as well. for how long he had been doing it, nobody could be certain, and he never revealed it. his uncle had been shown a considerable amount of mercy then, no doubt owing to the fact that he was his father's brother, as well as lyonel's pleas and the respect the older man had garnered serving the king dutifully, the standing they both held, and sent away, back home to harrenhal, accompanied by his grandsire to make sure he arrived there, all but banished from king's landing and far from welcome on dragonstone when the family relocated there, a mild punishment in comparison to what any other person would have faced after attempting to poison three young princes, heirs in line to the iron throne, whilst his nephews quickly had recovered again with the administering of the concoction ceasing at once and their bodies ridding themselves of its remnants on their own, and, with it, its effects and the symptoms that had plagued them for nigh three full turns of the moon. not much was said of it anymore afterwards, after the maesters had reassured the parents that their sons would carry away no lasting damage from their experience with the slow-working poison, it all seeming nigh forgotten, although, growing up, luke always had the feeling that he yet had to see the holdings he, one day, would inherit, because his mother was hesitant to let him near where the uncle that had wished to harm her sons dwelled. and so the years had flown by without ever hearing from, or much about, larys strong, until, eventually, a visit to harrenhal had become long overdue, a fact even rhaenyra could no longer argue with. harwin was harrenhal's heir and luke, in time, would follow in his footsteps — it only was right for him to see what someday would be his, and not solely from high above on dragonback in passing.

and impressive as harrenhal may have been, and as thrilling as the visit to it that he had been waiting for nigh his whole life was, there was something undeniably disconcerting about seeing larys again, or, rather, his behaviour when he saw them, that lingering, blank-faced stare from across the courtyard that trailed their every step. keeping his gaze on his uncle even as he threatened to disappear from his peripheral with them gradually nearing the kingspyre tower, he moved closer to his father's side, arm vaguely brushing against his to draw his attention as he spoke quietly, “ he does not want us here . . . he hates me. he always has. ”

@harrenhalheir continued from here.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ IN TIME, HE WOULD come to recognise the graveness behind harwin's departure, the true reason and, most of all, the finality of it, despite the knight's best efforts in those moments to conceal the sad truth that he would not be returning. lucerys was a clever boy, of course, and an extremely attentive one at that, he knew the harsh words that were spoken about, and, at times, towards him and his two brothers, but where jacaerys was quick to react with clenched fists and features contorted in anger, and joffrey was still too little to do much of anything, likely did not even quite understand that they were being insulted yet, lucerys ignored it, for the most part — at least when he was not throwing insults back that oft prompted gasps and made some wonder where a boy so young may have heard such terms ( as if it was not easy to pick up things in a castle so large, swarmed with people, and growing alongside older uncles, one of which was particularly prone to foul language ). but just because he did not pay it much mind, did not have in him to care much for the cruel, wagging tongues of who, to him, seemed like naught but fools speaking words that were not true, only meant to insult and hurt, and take it personally, that did not mean their accusations would cease, or bring forth certain consequences.

a small nod followed the knight's words, the training sword in his grasp grazing and stirring up the gravelly sand beneath as he shifted his feet, craning his head up to look where a thick curtain of mist concealed blackwater bay and, somewhere far beyond it, the distant island of driftmark, seat of his grandsire, albeit not visible from here. “ when i take driftmark after my grandsire. ” what duties that would entail, he did not know yet, only knew he was its heir now, in the wake of his father's passing, to whom it should have gone before him. a frown twisted boyish features as the gaze of dark brown eyes shifted back to harwin, “ when will you be back? ” his voice lowered then to barely a whisper, feet bringing him a step closer to the knight, “ is it because of us? because of me? what i did? ”

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

Feel free to change whatever you need to make it work for your muses. Triggers of childbirth & miscarriage apply

“Mother and father will be so pleased to hear the news!”

“You should not strain yourself so much and rest more.”

“Come, sit and let me take care of you.”

“I have brought you a gift for the babe.”

“The word father/mother suddenly has a nice ring to it.”

“Do you think the other children will like the new baby?”

“I think I felt the babe kick!”

“Is the baby bothering you? Here, let me try and soothe it.”

“Are you going to be sick? Let me help you.”

“You have never been more beautiful to me than when you are heavy with my child.”

“Take my arm, you waddle like a sea lion on land.”

“Are you not excited? You are not saying much…”

“Oh no, no, no, I should not be bleeding.”

“It is far too early for the baby to come!”

“The pain started an hour ago and it happened so quickly. There was blood and then it was over.”

“Why is there blood on your dress?”

“I came as fast as I could. The babe…?”

“You’ll be alright. These things happen unfortunately. The bleeding will stop soon.”

“I will not leave your side, I promise.”

“Here, hold my hand and squeeze it as hard as you want.”

“Tell me how I can help you.”

“Why don’t we take a little walk? It might help with the pain.”

“A bath will help with the pain. I’ll have a maid draw it up for you.”

“Let me help you change into something more comfortable.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with you.”

“That’s it, deep breaths. I know it hurts, but you are doing so well.”

“You don’t have to lie flat on your back. There are other positions you could try.”

“You are doing so well! I can see the baby’s head!”

“One big push and the babe will come.”

“There is a lot of blood. Should there be so much blood?”

“I have been in pain all night, but thought nothing of it.”

“I think my waters have broken.”

“Quick, call for the midwife, the baby is coming too fast!”

“I cannot do this! I want the pain to stop!”

“I do not want my husband in here. He will only be in the way.”

“This is a place for women only. Men have to stay outside.”

“I think I might vomit from the pain.”

“Please help me take a bath. Maybe that will ease the pain.”

“I have been in pain for hours. When will it finally stop?”

“This is your first babe. It will take a while to come.”

“What if my body doesn’t know how to do this?”

“Quick, help me lie down. I think I can feel the head coming.”

“Please don’t leave me alone here with strangers! I am afraid.”

“I wish to nurse my babe myself. I don’t require a wet nurse.”

“Come here and hold your son/daughter.”

“I am so very proud of you for gifting me this little miracle.”

“Childbirth truly is the battlefield of women.”

“The babe has your nose and my eyes.”

“I never thought babies were so…small.”

༄࿔*·⋅ starter for @harrenhalheir.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ THAT HARRENHAL WAS CURSED was no secret. it was one of the first things noan rivers, as he had come to be called, had learned, been warned about by many mouths of people encountered along the way, when he had set off to seek the large castle and claim it for himself, prompted by repeated comparisons to the man that had once stood to inherit it, notions of him, the famed harwin strong, called breakbones by many, being his father, the father to a bastard that very well could be the sole surviving person carrying the blood of house strong, aside from an uncle he was said to have in king's landing, one he knew some of the riverfolk who had chosen to follow him did not accept as heir to the cursed fortress, blamed for the deaths of lyonel strong and his eldest son who had been loved by many, thus offering their loyalty to the presumed bastard instead, easily planted into the head of somebody without name or memory, without a past, or any family he could recall, other than the fishing folk who had rescued him from the shores and welcomed him into their family as one of their own for a time, until he, though heavy-heartedly, had parted ways with his saviours in search of any clues regarding his forgotten past, a path that soon had led to him into the soot-stained, haunted walls of harrenhal.

as he entered his chambers that night, he spotted him at once, dwelling in the corner where he usually found him, long having caused him to assume that this may have been his chambers once upon a time, before his death, though the subject had not yet been brought up in their conversations, too mundane in comparison to what they usually spoke about for it to cross his mind to ask him about it. noan luke, as he was referred to here, in these quiet, shadowy rooms, during the conversations he so oft shared with his father, that he had become so fond of he always caught himself seeking him now, in every room, during every time of the day, knew he was not real, not exactly, that no one besides himself could see him, that he bore a risk of being considered mad if he was caught speaking to nothing in particular, that harwin strong was a person long deceased, life claimed by flames that had raged through these eerie castle walls well over a decade ago, the cold stones still bearing the black stains, an accident ( if it even had been one — from what he had heard, there was no true answer to what really had happened that night ) that would not be made undone, even if the apparition luke has been encountering since his first eve here convincingly made it seem as though he was alive. he was real enough, however, at least to him. alive enough.

the door was shut quietly behind him as he entered the room further, removing his sword and setting it carefully upon the table, “ i was not certain you would show today, father. ”

despite the years that separated the last moment he had laid eyes upon lucerys and his arrival, he had needed only a single look to recognise him for who he was. it was more than the resemblance to himself that others saw, and more than the knowledge that he had fathered no other children save the three he had left behind, but rhaenyra's own features that he could recognise anywhere, even if most stopped looking once they saw the dark curls and dark eyes. it had brought the greatest relief alongside the greatest heartache to be seen by luke, when no others could, the near death that had almost befallen him granting them this reunion, even if it was not the one harwin had once hoped for.

feel  free  to  change  any  pronouns  or  subjects  (or  reverse by sending  '+ reverse' ).  this pack is themed around criminals,  whether from guard / prison perspective, victims,  passerby or the criminals themselves.  vague enough in some ways to be used in unique ways. requested by an anonymous!

❛  what do you mean,  he escaped?  ❜

❛  how did you make it out?  ❜

❛  now it's your turn.  unlock my cell.  ❜

❛  you can play the bait.  ❜

❛  of course i know the way out.  in theory.  ❜

❛  i've never been in such a big place.  they caught me pretty quickly.  ❜

❛  how was i supposed to know he was royalty?  ❜

❛  so i tried to pick - pocket the king  —  big deal!  ❜

❛  keep quiet.  turn out your pockets.  ❜

❛  say a word  &&  your life is over,  filth.  ❜

❛  i know who you are.  you stole from the castle.  ❜

❛  you're the escapee.  i can turn you in.  ❜

❛  don't say anything.  please.  ❜

❛  you have a long way to go before you earn my trust.  ❜

❛  give me your coin,  before i gut you.  ❜

❛  you made your loyalty clear.  ❜

❛  you could have gotten us killed!  ❜

❛  what was that in your pocket?  ❜

❛  did you steal that?  ❜

❛  it's an ambush,  i'm sure of it.  ❜

❛  keep to the shadows.  quietly  —  we'll get out of this.  ❜

❛  you are a liar  &&  a thief.  i don't trust you.  ❜

❛  how can i trust you when you do these things?  ❜

❛  you put everyone here in danger!  ❜

❛  hold your tongue or lose it.  ❜

❛  are you afraid?  ❜

❛  i could never trust a convicted criminal.  ❜

❛  you're making this a lot harder than it needs to be,  your grace.  ❜

❛  oh,  this?  no,  of course i did not take it.  i  ...  found it.  ❜

❛  a murder has been committed!  ❜

❛  what did you see?  did you see the traitor?  ❜

❛  tell me the truth.  was it you?  ❜

❛  we can't run from them forever.  ❜

❛  we will catch them.  whatever it takes.  ❜

❛  the king has been killed.  ❜

❛  the queen was murdered.  ❜

❛  a body has been discovered!  ❜

❛  did you kidnap a member of the royal family?!  ❜

❛  no,  you must go!  i will not be tied to your crimes!  ❜

❛  why can't you just follow the rules?  ❜

❛  please,  don't hurt me.  i will do whatever you ask.  ❜

❛  i can tell you what you want!  ❜

❛  please,  please don't kill him!  it wasn't him!  ❜

❛  midnight,  on the bridge.  come alone.  ❜

❛  leave a ransom note!  ❜

❛  are the ropes too tight?  ❜

❛  oh,  shut up.  you make a horrible hostage.  ❜

❛  i'll play the part of the guard,  you play the prisoner.  we need to get them out.  ❜

❛  i need to get out of here.  ❜

❛  are you joking?  why would you do that?  ❜

❛  you can't seriously expect me to willingly go with someone like you.  ❜

❛  you're a murderer!  ❜

❛  you're a thief!  ❜

❛  you're a con - artist!  ❜

❛  i can't believe i trusted you.  ❜

❛  i can't believe you fell for that.  ❜

❛  how stupid do you think i am?  ❜

❛  just how stupid can you be?  ❜

❛  it was so easy,  you never noticed a thing.  ❜

❛  shhh.  no one needs to know.  ❜

❛  c'mon.  you aren't going to turn me in.  ❜

❛  don't be rash.  there's still a way out.  ❜

❛  what do we do?  they're coming for us!  ❜

❛  they know it was you!  ❜

❛  you think you are invincible,  but they're going to catch you someday.  ❜

❛  go.  get out of here before i change my mind.  ❜

❛  i didn't see you.  ❜

❛  fine.  just go!  ❜

❛  they're coming from the south,  just so you know.  ❜

❛  don't thank me yet,  you still have to get away in full.  ❜

❛  they aren't going to let this go easily.  ❜

❛  good luck out there.  ❜

❛  wish me luck.  ❜

❛  i'll come back for you.  ❜

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.