sweet like cherry wine

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LOCATION: THE DRAGONPIT AVALIABILTY: OPEN TW: none???

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long and hard days, that’s how alysanne liked to live her life - or perhaps that’s how life liked to treat her, she never had a clue as to how she coped, she barely had time for herself never mind the people her sisters had set her up with but it always ended awkwardly because she said the wrong things and her interests were too niche to bring into conversation. why she even agreed was beyond her, the dragonpit was expensive but she apparently had money to burn to be here. that or her date was loaded - she liked to believe it was the latter.

sitting at the bar for thirty minutes, alysanne was losing hope of her date showing up, nothing was ever smooth sailing for her, especially in the romance department, her last date had all but ran off while she had sat there stunned so maybe alcohol was the best option for a date, she came out of her shell more despite her niche interests and talked about them even if nobody cared. the fear of not being what was expected was settling in despite alysanne scrolling through her phone - would they find it rude? hopefully not they are the late one and she needed something to preoccupy her from her thoughts.

sensing somebody had sat down next her, alysanne looked up, “hello! i’m alysanne and your name is?” she just hoped this was her date and not some random person who had taken pity on her.

"Oh, sorry.”, Leo blurted out. “I didn’t see you there.” She had rushed so quickly to the seat at the bar that she was barely paying attention to her surroundings. She could swear the spot seemed empty just a few seconds ago. Perhaps the huge crowds of people had confused her. Or maybe it was still the shock. Leo had tried to barricade herself at her home for a while now, thought it hadn’t been that easy, considering the job she had. Working remotely was not a long-term option for an editor-in-chief. She needed to openly communicate with people, face to face.

And that had been the reason for her ending up at the Dragonpit tonight.

Leo had arranged a date between her and her colleagues, to discuss all of the events as of late, gather all the juicy data for the next magazine issue. “Would you prefer for me to move? Are you expecting someone tonight?”, she asked.

she was covered in glitter ( not hers ) ; she’d sold an obscene amount of tequila to a dude  who spent twenty whole minutes mansplaining exactly why whisky was superior ; she’d even watched a whole tully fight happen in the upstairs balcony –– complete with smashed bottles they’d already paid for. so it was on the right side of midnight, demons were catching up to the people fighting them with overpriced booze and too loud music, and lorra was just bored enough to want a little fun. 

                       beelining for one particular table in the far corner, her smile was somewhere between strawberry shortcake and absolute mayhem. “ you, ” she began with the cock of an eyebrow, setting a fresh bottle down, “ look like you need a drink. ” after the wedding, the city had been pretty dead. ( boo hoo, whatever. ) but people always found refuge in the club ; secrets in tow. “ tell you what –– tell me what’s on your mind, and you get a drink on the house. ”

                                                                                 ––––– open starter ; the moon door club.

She didn’t believe she would have the desire to go out again. Not after everything that she had seen, everything that had happened that night. Leo wished she could lock herself up inside her home and not have to meet with anyone ever again. Only that’s not how the universe worked. The murderous disaster did not mean the world had stopped spinning and her responsibilities just magically disappeared. She had still been expected at her job, the deadlines still existed and people were still waiting on her. The remedy for all of that? A night of fun with her girl friends.

“I do?”, her eyes looked up as her gaze fixed on the woman who had spoken to her. Her friends had collectively gone to the bathroom, but she hadn’t joined them. Instead opting to stare at the screen of her phone. “I think we don’t know each other that well enough.”, Leo replied.

At first, Aliya believed the darkness to be the result of a simple blackout, perhaps a failed generator or two. But as she heard Myrcella’s muffled scream, Aliya’s instincts kicked into overdrive. The night as been too much for the Dayne heir between Rhaegar’s appearance, her uncle welcoming him with open arms and seeing Elia and Rhaenys’ hurt expressions—she was a woman scorned. “Fuck off and die!” Aliya angrily screamed with a vengeance, pretending her assailant was the foul cretin known as Rhaegar Targaryen. Every kick, punch, and headbutt meant to kill. Because if she could, that’s exactly what she would do. “And I mean it!”

At first, there was confusion.  What had just happened? Why did the lights go out? She assumed there was some power failure. Maybe something broke or there was an emergency in the whole building. She told herself not to panic. It had been a long time since she was a little girl and afraid of the dark. But they were alone with those strange men. And Leonette heard the screams of Myrcella. Something was happening, they were doing something to her. But Leo couldn’t see anything. The next thing she heard was Aliya. She had interfered, she was handling it. Thank the Seven! “What, what is happening?”, Leo asked in the dark.

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———- aliya dayne ( @moon-and-sky-above ) ; leonette fossoway ( @leonette-fossoway​ )

“no, i’m serious, those heels are so cute i literally want to scream.” pulling back from the mirror to nod her head seriously at aliya, she gestured to the heels in question. her reflection in the glass was a rude reminder that her cheeks were flushed red with alcohol, as if the giddiness she felt wasn’t indication enough. “leonette, what do you think about her heels?” there was a wide grin on her face as she turned to the other woman, sweet and enthusiastic in equal parts. the relative quiet in the powder room was appreciated, finally giving myrcella a chance to catch her breath. it was much easier to laugh and chat with the other women about their outfits than it was to charm her way through the crowd in the main room. leaning back into the mirror, she finally resumed reapplying her lipstick. “ugh,” she grumbled, “i don’t think i’m ready to go back down there yet.” a small sigh punctuated the words, and she pouted at her reflection in the mirror. “you two are so much more interesting than walder frey, let me tell you. i basically ran here to get away from him.”

“Thanks.” Aliya smiled, feeling much more social now that she’s consumed her weight in alcohol. There’s a nice buzz going around her as she stands underneath the fluorescent lights of the powder room, twirling in heels that should be almost deadly to have, especially when intoxicated. “I bet, I bet I could rip a man’s eye out with them.” She teased, giddy by the violent thought. The Dayne then stomping her feet into the linoleum ground, laughing as the click of her heels echo. “Yeah, definitely could kill a man.” She announced with pride towards the other two women.

She had taken a moment to freshen up in the powder room, and had ended up in the company of two women she never thought she had much in common with. She was familiar with both of them due to shared formal engagements, but had never had a decent conversation with either one of them before. Though she did find them to be pleasant. “I agree.”, she replied. “I think they are indeed cute.”, a small smirk graced her face as she turned around to wink at Aliya. She could definitely imagine those shoes featured in her magazine. “What does Walder Frey want from you?”, she commented as a soft laugh escaped her lips. Before she could go on any further on what exactly she thought of Walder Frey, two men stepped inside the room. “You do know this is ladies only?”, Leo asked as the lights went out.

Never go to such a high-profile event ever again. Those words she would engrave in her mind and listen to them whenever she considered accepting an invitation again. Joining the Tyrell family had been all fun and exciting at first, so many closed doors drastically opened for her. She had even got her promotion at work and became the editor-of-chief of a magazine she had been writing for for years. Not like she wished to contribute her career accomplishment to her husband’s last name. No, it had nothing to do with that. It was a deserved promotion. 

The events from tonight though, they could last her for a lifetime of social mingling. Was she supposed to go to therapy now? Great, another thing to be added to her already pretty cramped schedule.

“Loras!”, she exclaimed as she stepped inside the medical tent she was guided to. “How are you?”, Leo asked, walking up to him. “I’m so sorry.”, she had heard of the fate that had befallen Alerie. The two women had never been particularly close, but her death was still a tragedy. No. Her murder. She was murdered. 

“ is that so ? ” sansa mused thoughtfully . “ perhaps i shall have to wait some time before exploring them then . ” she didn’t have an eye on anyone , at least not at the moment . sansa reckoned she was both too busy for love & no one had caught her eye anyways . “ it does seem so , perfect places to go with someone you love . ” her eyes turn back towards the glass in her own hand , wine swirling around . “ alas , i fear i am not quite what one might call fortunate in that department . ”

If there was one thing that Margaery had appreciated as much as her family, it was strong women. Not necessarily in the sense that they could pull the trigger or withhold all emotions but ones who could get things done and excelled. She felt privileged to call a woman like Leonette her sister in law. A smile sprung to her lips all too easily when she was around the other woman, playful hum of agreement given before she nodded. “It’s been more entertaining and exciting than I had anticipated. Plus it’s always nice to see a happy couple, no matter who they are.” 

At the mention of Joffrey, doe eyes widened in mock innocence. “I suppose he is rather eligible, isn’t he?” She played it purposely coy, a playfulness to her tone as she dodged the question. In truth she hadn’t thought all too much about Joffrey Baratheon’s merits, just what their relationship might achieve. If she was lucky perhaps she would get to see what those merits might be. 

“Yes. Though I do wonder how long that will last.”, the words were spoken with an even tone, she had not intended it to come out as a nasty remark, but seriously? Was she supposed to fall for the deep, so-called love between people like Lysa and Petyr? Perhaps Lysa loved him, whatever, but Petyr always gave Leo the creeps, there was something incredibly off about him. Maybe it had something to do with those cat eyes of his. Even the promise of more heat for her magazine couldn’t convince her to be with a man like him.

Leonette could detect the mischief behind Margaery’s question. “You two together could certainly steal the spotlight from the happy couple tonight.” She believed in the charm of her sister-in-law. Margaery had many virtues, it was what would drive people’s attention to her, Leo thought. She had even managed to charm her, the first time they ever met in person. The girl possessed a natural grace that couldn’t be denied. “Or is too late for that?”

with  leonette  fossoway , @leonette-fossoway .

sansa wonders if anyone is having a peaceful night , she truly does . maybe someone of the lucky few to have nothing to do with the chaos that had unfolded . she wouldn’t know though , she’s for certain not one of them . “ ms . fossoway , ” sansa offers , having found a quiet moment to have a breather of sorts & to strike up a little conversation with the other , “ my opinion isn’t worth too much , but i just wanted to say that the last edition of your magazine was absolutely lovely . i myself found the sections on exploring unknown parts of king’s landing to be an interesting read .  ”

While the better part of her evening had been spent mingling with all those in attendance, she never had been able to resist a moment alone with her sister in law. Leonette had become family in her mind almost from the moment the pair of them had met. She quite simply adored her and when she caught sight of a spare seat next to the other woman, she took it without hesitation. Warm smile settled itself onto rosy lips as her hands smoothed over her skirt, ensuring that it sat just so. “Are you enjoying yourself?” 

Doe eyed gaze flickered around the room before she leaned in somewhat, voice taking on soft conspiratorial tones. “There’s certainly been enough surprises to keep us all in suspense.” 

@leonette-fossoway​

A wonderful article could come out of this, Leonette thought. Perhaps she could even invite Lysa Arryn or Lyanna Stark to be featured in the next issue. Though she suspected her readers would be far more interested in Lyanna than in Lysa. Lysa was a bit of a dull woman, apart from her curious taste in men and questionable life choices. Lyanna would be far more appropriate. Leo made a mental note in her head to approach her by the end of the evening.

“Oh, most certainly.”, she replied as she spotted Margaery taking the seat next to her. “Have you been enjoying it yourself?”, Leo asked.  “There is a great deal of excitement to be had at such an occasion for a young woman like you. Plenty of eligible gentlemen. Including Joffrey Baratheon.”, the magazine editor added, a small smirk gracing her face.

———- with leonette fossoway ( @leonette-fossoway​ ) ; the wedding

well dressed in the vibrant colors he so favored for the attention they always drew, loras felt at home amongst the extravagance lysa arryn and petyr baelish had chosen to display. easy grace and winning smile gave every impression that so many enemies under one roof had little effect on his sense of ease, but those who knew him well would catch his scanning eyes, the way he always kept his back to the wall. approaching leonette with two glasses of champagne in hand, the faint relaxation in his posture was a little too noticeable, the boxer relieved to be in the presence of family once more. “and one for the lovely lady,” he grinned, offering her a flute. “if you could write an article on this, where would you start?” tone casual as if making nothing more than idle conversation, his arched eyebrow conveyed the question underneath. anything noteworthy yet?

She always enjoyed a good party. And while Lysa Arryn and Petyr Baelish seemed like a funny match, she wasn’t going to turn down their invitation. Who said she even had to speak to them and act all moved by their deep love for one another. One she didn’t believe at all. “Ah, thank you so much.”, Leo replied as she reached out to take the glass Loras was offering her. “Is this a serious question?”, she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Perhaps at how this is not an ordinary occasion, but a celebration of true love?” A beginning of a sentence that would draw in the hearts of her romantic readers.

he felt too warm and too hazy around the edges, but nobody had ever accused renly baratheon of anything really terrible –– like being subtle or boring. abandoning his empty glass on someone else’s table, he wove his way through the dimly lit bar ; right towards someone he’d seen from across the room. “ this seat taken? ” renly asked, already sinking into the chair and throwing an easy smile their way. “ you look like you could use a friend. ”

                                                                                          –––– open starter ; the dragonpit.

She ordered her drink a moment ago, and was now going through her purse to find her compact mirror, when Leonette heard a familiar voice. “No, not at the moment.”, she quickly replied, a soft smile gracing her face. “I just had a really stressful at work. I’m chasing deadlines and I feel like I’m the only one who cares that much about them.”, she admitted, as she finally pulled out her mirror. “There are a couple articles which I’m still waiting on.”

✦ ▓ AND WHO GOES THERE? oh, it’s just [ LEONETTE FOSSOWAY ]. some say [ HER ] resemblance to [ ANA DE ARMAS ] is almost uncanny, but the [ THIRTY ] year old has been in the capital for [ TEN YEARS ]. many suspect that they are the notorious [ NEUTRAL ] of the [ TYRELL ] family: perhaps that has made them [ SELF-CENTERED ] && [ JEALOUS ] of late, when they used to be so [ AMBITIOUS ] && [ GREGARIOUS ]. during the daylight hours, [ LEONNETE ] can be found working as a [ MAGAZINE EDITOR ], but when night falls over king’s landing, they are best remembered listening to [ ARE YOU SATISFIED? by MARINA ]. may the gods be with them in these dark streets.

Because I suck at Photoshop, my intro post is going to be ugly :P But I’m suuuper excited to introduce you to my modern-version of Leonette. I hope you like her! You can find some info on her below: