deliver from darkness

LORD LAURENT LANNISTER OF LANNISPORT: intro. appearance. musings. wanted.

PRINCESS SYBILINE TARGARYEN OF WESTEROS: intro. appearance. musings. wanted.

LADY MERIANNE TYRELL OF HIGHGARDEN: intro. appearance. musings. wanted.

aravis chuckled at the idea, agreeing with a solemn nod as she sipped her red wine slowly. the long legged brunette unafraid to admit that her time was valuable and should be treated as such, for she thought highly of herself. perhaps too much at times. but if she didn’t love herself, who would? “which only means more couples come morning. there’s something about alcohol that lowers the inhibition or so I heard. I have yet to find myself in a stranger’s bed because I couldn’t hold my liquor.”

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          she  follows  the  direction  of  her  brother’s  attention  and  can’t  help  but  sigh  once  she  lands  on  the  target  .  men  are  so  predictable  .  at  least  benjen  stark  appears  to  have  taken  a  hit  too  .           ❝           and  what,  exactly,  is  your  aim  here,  brother  ?           ❞               aylin  sighs,  returning  her  attention  to  him  once  more  .          ❝          i  hope  your  pride  isn’t  going  to  be  the  thing  that  gets  in  the  way  of  derya’s  future  .           ❞

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vic gives aylin a look. “do you think her future is with that--” he clenches his jaw together to stop himself from saying something unflattering about the king in the north, lest his guards come out of the woodwork. “all i am doing is protecting our sister against a man who did her harm. he deserves those bruises for breaking their heart.”

        Lale denies with her head as she allows merianne to guide them to the delicacies, some sweets would be just the way to better the night. “oh casterly rock has been a dream. both rylon and his sister claira have been nothing but welcoming and kind towards me, i have nothing to complain about. nothing but not being able to see the flowers bloom from my window.” she jested.

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meri smiles warmly, placing her hand over lale’s. “i am so happy you enjoy your life there. i need to spend more time with little aslan; there are far too many distractions here in the keep.” she picks a small cake off the spread before them and sighs in contentment. “i shall have someone send you a rose plant from our gardens. it will do the lannisters well to spruce up the place.”

            she  can’t  hide  her  slight  amusement  as  she  happens  upon  her  injured  brother  .  doesn’t  aim  to  contain  her  laughter,  either  .  men  are  so  predictable,  she  thinks  to  herself  as  she  studies  the  damage,  reaching  out  to  caress  his  face  in  feigned  comfort  to  get  a  better  look  .  she  doesn’t  doubt  he  deserved  it  either           —          he’s  never  been  subtle,  her  brother  .           ❝         i  believe  it  provides  some  much  needed  character  .          ❞            she  teases,  dropping  her  hand  .          ❝          a  clear  improvement  .           ❞          (          @murdcrs​          )

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closed starter for @murdcrs​

Analyse had spent the night searching for her younger brother , Laurent. With black hair , she assumed that it would not be too difficult to find him , but she was proven wrong. For a long while , Ana had given up the search , opting to speak to others. Well , that was an overstatement , seeing as she spent the night dancing with one person and speaking to another. She had only just gotten a moment’s peace by herself when she could see the silhouette of her brother. In a huff , the young woman made her way through the crowds of people. When she had finally reached Laurent , she ( oddly aggressively , might I add ) grabbed onto his arm. “Brother!” She huffed , smiling when he turned around. “Where have you been?

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laurent jumps when analyse finds him, his drink nearly flying. “by the seven, analyse. you are about as subtle as a draft horse.” he calms his nerves with a sip. “i’ve been with my wife. several people at the soiree seem to be less than enthused that she’s here and in her condition, she shouldn’t have to deal with that. idiots,” he mutters to himself. “what have you been doing? have you met lord drumm’s new baby, yet? he isn’t as cute as aslan, but a baby nonetheless.”

Eyes soften immensely as her most beloved relation held out sprigs of the flower Derya prized the most. It was a little known fact, hardly shared or offered to anyone but blood relations and calon of course that the simple flora caused such a reaction in them. One of the first things she had snatched as a childhood terror had been a bunch of these, coveted like treasure and pressed in a book to preserve them. They still had them too. Even dangerous people had things that reminded them of their softer sides. How could she be mad with her brother with these in his hand. “They are beautiful brother. I - I would love that if you would be willing:” Derya nearly whispers coming closer to stand on the tips of her toes so he might reach her head more easily. They for a moment felt like a small child in the days where knives weren’t such an obsession and things were still vaguely tender. “You are too sweet to me”

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vic motions for them to turn around and begins to weave the ends into her hair. he felt bashful for having shown up to this wedding with his injuries, and even more embarrassed that his sister was so quick to forgive him. he should not have made benjen such a big issue; she was an adult. but as his fingers touch her braid, he feels as if they are children again. “i am not sweet enough,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “derya...” he sighs. “i am sorry.”

“i think this extravagance is reserved for dorne and royals.” he replies with a chuckle, knowing, expecting, nothing like this of all the northern lords he knows. gods, his own weddings were nothing like this. tharon was thankful for that. it seems his mind and the young lord’s are on the same track, and for that he laughs once more. “none, and i am grateful for it.” he offers the honest answer. “i think gianna would appreciate a proper lannisport wedding.” he didn’t know her well, but the lady seemed to enjoy the finer things from his impression.

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laurent nods. “i would have thought you to be a more extravagant man, considering the number of wives you have left in your wake. although it does make sense to have less opulent weddings.” he sips his drink. “saves you gold in the long-term.”

“Why does it feel so familiar for a death to happen at a happy occasion?” she asked with a raised brow before shaking her head. “I don’t want to leave any time soon, I’m enjoying myself too much,” she chuckled brightly, resting her head against his chest and closing her eyes. “Are you enjoying yourself? Have you gotten into trouble?”

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turning his gaze toward the woman, a brow arches. “there is little to apologize for, my lady. if anything, it is i who should be offering apology. i fear i’ve done rather poorly in taking everyone else at godsgrace into account.” mors was trying — but often found himself torn between the man he considered a best friend, the women he’d bed ( but not wed ), and the children he considered pseudo-nieces and nephews. “i refuse to believe that — that you must sacrifice in order for others to be happy. the gods surely would not be so cruel.” a fact mors wished to believe, but had the gods not made him suffer? ( but had they not gifted him kore? argella? his younger siblings? ). “i have been negligent and refuse to continue to be so. we will find your happiness, my lady. even if it starts to come in but bits and pieces. i swear it.” 

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sybil’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. if anything, she anticipated him to help ryon to find her somewhere else to be; somewhere her foul mood would not permeate every stone in the wall. “what do you care for my happiness, lord manwoody?” she is blunt, but his attitude puzzles her. “i am sorry, but i do not believe you will be able to please me. many have tried and none have succeeded; even lord allyrion has given up. i tire the man.” a fact she takes pride in. “feel free to try, but expect failure.”

it had been a grave miscalculation on her part—to attend back to back weddings alone. aravis doing her best to keep the skepticism at bay; less she seem like a bitter, old hag. but honestly, it felt as if half the guest list came together in pairs and the other half somehow found each other along the way. there must be something wrong with her, aravis can’t help but feel as she sips more of wine, careful not to spill the red liquid on her dress.

“disgustingly so.” she answers without thought, catching her slip up immediately after.

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ileah’s eyebrow quirks ever so slightly, a subtle change in expression gone as soon as it appeared. “some women just see a title and not the man,” she’s referring to the lady she overheard. natari and she had gotten close in recent months, the woman seemed to desire the opposite of a tiara. “though i can hardly understand why. i was quite eager to rid myself of my own.”

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@murdcrs​​​ .

          𝐈𝐓  𝐈𝐒  𝐀  𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄  to  be—  in  the  middle ,  where  one’s  bliss  is  another’s  grief  and  you  are  fond  of  the  both .  he  could  not  ever  regret  his  father’s  wedding  –  not  when  he  knows  just  how  long  the  road  has  been .  and  neither  can  he  be  wholly  content  when  sybiline  is  so  troubled .  should  he  ask ,  his  youngest  sister  would  willingly  make  her  excuses ,  dragging  her  mother  along  behind .  hmm  …  perhaps  not  yet .  a  last  effort ,  olyver  decides ,  if  all  else  fails .  for  now  he  bounds  up  to  his  stepmother ,  tossing  an  arm  brazenly  over  her  shoulder .  ❝  sybil  …  ❞  he  starts ,  face  set  in  a  near  pout .  ❝  ariadne  refuses  to  dance  with  me !  it  seems  i  cannot  be  trusted  to  not  step  on  her  toes .  you  must  help  me  prove  her  wrong .  house  allyrion’s  reputation  hangs  in  the  balance .  ❞  a  distraction ,  to  keep  her  from  simmering  in  her  displeasure .  sybiline  does  so  love  to  criticize  his  dancing ,  after  all .

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“i couldn’t agree more.” if she were not a lannister, she would have married for love years ago. glancing at him properly, she visibly startles at the sight of his bandages, brows creasing in concern. “oh victarion, what happened to you? there wasn’t another attack, was there?” she’s sure they would have heard about it, but that slight fear prickles in her anyway.

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semi-open (house allyrion + connections)

Nymeria had never felt happier in her life, she felt like nothing mattered. And she was right, nothing mattered except for Daena right now. Her wife, her spouse… her world. This wasn’t a feeling she expected to ever feel, but it was real. Right now, she was watching them speak with one of their siblings. Finally, she’d left their side and was drinking the wine she’d picked up, ready to go back to her spouse as soon as she could. “It’s a beautiful night.” @thronesstarters​​

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he was still sore from his previous duel with benjen, bandages across his nose to keep the bones in place. while he’d had worse fights in the past, he was never then asked to attend a wedding immediately afterwards. and his fighting rarely, if ever, made his sister so angry. he wanted what was best for her, and that to him was not the stark king, but she seemed determined to pick him anyway. he would have to swallow his pride.

         Lale is always happy to hear her family is in good standing, even more with the children, they were the proud future of house tyrell. “i am more than ready to return home, if i never return to the capital it’ll be too soon if i am being honest. it was wonderful to have friends and family all in one place, but it seems a more than high price was paid for this, one to many times.” lale did not found the mess they had lived to be worth. “but i am truly trying to enjoy tonight, carefully that is.”

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meri looks about and sighs in contentment. “weddings truly are such a joyous occasion.” she pats lale’s hand, taking it in her’s. “come, let’s steal some of the cakes before the children get to all of it. i do hope that casterly rock is treating you well; if anyone is giving you any trouble, there is always a room in highgarden waiting for you.”