tangled like branches in a flood

Jorjayna's eyes lit with recognition at the wisdom spouted by her youngest sibling, and she nodded slowly. "Yes, indeed. He said it often. Quite honestly, I'm surprised you remember him saying it at all, you were so young the last time you saw him." That saddened her all the times she thought on it, and she thought on it frequently. It wasn't right that Rickon had scarcely got to experience either of their parents, or Robb. She supposed as the eldest of them now - excluding Jon - it was her responsibility to keep their memory alive amongst all of them.

She stayed quiet then, letting him have the space to speak of what he felt. She dared not interrupt, lest she scare him off, and he bottled everything back up once again. But she knew the feelings well herself. She had not suffered anywhere near the same as he, nor Sansa, nor Arya, nor any of them. Safe at Foxgrove, and then hidden amongst the smallfolk by her good-family, until the time was right... Yes, she had feared the arrival of Bolton men every day, every hour, every minute, but it had not come. Rickon had not been as lucky.

Rickon's smile is small, but bright regardless. "He said it to me a lot," he admits. "Usually followed up by a lecture about how I needed to behave better and be more responsible for this family. I thought he was just being unfair back then." Maybe he was-- Rickon had only been a child. But even then, he'd run wild.

"I keep trying to remind myself of that," he says. "Shaggy Dog too. We spent a lot of time.... between, I guess. We protected each other." He glances at the direwolf, eyes flickering white enough to see himself reflected in Shaggy Dog's gaze before he looks to Jorjayna again.

"Come on, touch me."

"I'm a love-hungry man."

"Living easy, loving free!"

"Honey, I ain't that naïve."

"She told me to go to hell."

"We'll set the world on fire."

"Oh, baby, I ain't got much."

"I'm on the highway to Hell."

"Tell me, who can you trust?"

"I'm gonna walk all over you."

"Paradise ain't far from there."

"If you want blood, you got it."

"Baby, I've got my eye on you."

"Asking nothing, leave me be."

"I know what you're looking for."

"'Cause you're much too much."

"Don't say that you love me, too."

"Nobody's gonna slow me down."

"Ah, you're the one I've waited for."

"How'd you expect me to believe?"

"Nobody's gonna mess me around."

"It wasn't the first, it wasn't the last."

"I was so satisfied deep down inside."

"I'm on the way to the promised land!"

"Was that a noise outside the window?"

"Don't need reason, don't need rhyme."

"No doubt about it, can't live without it."

"Take a chance with me and give it a try."

"And, there, you thought you'd seen it all."

"Remember those nights we spent alone?"

"My friends are gonna be there, too, yeah."

"Ain't it a shame to be shot down in flames?"

"I'm gonna give you just one more chance…"

"Take off the high heels, let down your hair."

"You're the meanest woman I've ever known."

"This damn woman's gonna drive me insane."

"Too much for my body, too much for my brain."

"So, gimme the stage, I'm gonna steal the show."

"She's like a lethal brand, too much for any man."

"Oh, she had the face of an angel, smiling with sin."

"Done everything I'm gonna do. The rest is up to you."

"You don't feel the steel 'til it's hanging out your back."

"Wish I knew what's on your mind and why you're being so unkind…"

"I've seen a million girls. Ain't one of them got what my lady, she's got."

"Smiling face and loving eyes… But you keep on telling me all those lies."

"Too scared to turn your light out, 'cause there's somethin' on your mind."

Lady of Dragonstone she may be, Baeleria is more dragon than princess as she storms down the hallway. The fact that she cannot be out with the dragonseeds does not sit well with her. She wants to be out there, defending the claim of her mother and brothers. She clutches her riding gloves in her hands so tight it hurts.

"I shall not say a word against my Lady Mother and Queen," she says to her companion. "But I should be out there, hunting Vhaegar. Let my uncle know what it means to fear the skies."

Lady of Dragonstone she may be, Baeleria is more dragon than princess as she storms down the hallway. The fact that she cannot be out with the dragonseeds does not sit well with her. She wants to be out there, defending the claim of her mother and brothers. She clutches her riding gloves in her hands so tight it hurts.

"I shall not say a word against my Lady Mother and Queen," she says to her companion. "But I should be out there, hunting Vhaegar. Let my uncle know what it means to fear the skies."

Minthara shakes her head. "I have been such a thing once before," she says. "It was of my choice. When my daughter was killed, I became qu'lith quarthen. I was detached from myself by my own violence. The house that took her from me was wiped out, and I did not even care. This was...." She tries to find the right words for a moment before she shakes her head. "It made me feel similarly. I did not care to feel such things again."

As she flinches, a surge of anger flares in his chest, to think that something has made Satine so afraid. It's driving him mad, but then she relaxes, and all he wants to do is take her in his arms and hold her. The grip on the darksaber gets tighter as he fights the urge, the possessiveness that bubbles in his gut at seeing her again.

He wants to reach out and soothe the jagged edges of her scar, at least to take away the memory and the pain. Instead, Bron'ig keeps his eyes fixated on her, watching for any microexpression that she can possibly make to show her distaste. He loves her, but she is a politician after all.

For the first time since she's died, he feels like he's breathing in fresh air. Her approval surges through him in a powerful wave as the dark side curls its way around him again; it almost feels like it's laughing gleefully.

A dangerous, possibly manic, glint sparks in his eyes as his lips twist in a smirk.

( OF COURSE SHE APPROVES. )

The words tickle the inside of his ears as if spoken directly next to him. It causes him to shudder at the ensuing thrum of power that flows through him from his chest, down his arm, and into the saber. The crystal feels at least a little happier.

Hope blossoms in his chest for what seems like the first time in a lifetime.

Satine's brows furrow slightly at the question before she shakes her head. "To join you," she says. "I've kept being alive a secret for a long time. I would not risk exposure for that kind of justice. It'd be empty. And I--" She falters for a moment-- when was the last time she said it? "I love you too much."

After all this time, in her own complicated way. Her love for him is in her very being, deep in her marrow.

She steps forward, hesitantly at first before she puts her temple on his shoulder. She closes her eyes, feeling a twinge of doubt before it's replaced with relief. Relief to have found him.

by default, rhys trusted no drow stranger on sight, especially so on the surface. there was always an equal chance that another drow was either an escapee, like himself, or a spy or a raider from menzoberranzan or sshamath. the question was dangerous to ask, but better to know who was a threat and who needed no more attention from himself.

but if he had to decide, at a glance, the drow he had just rescued from a band of absolutist cultists seemed . . . perhaps more on the 'safe to ignore' side of the spectrum than the 'be wary of at all times' side. the most peculiar thing he noticed was that the man floated about, like some sort of dandelion seed, rather than walking on his feet. strange, but not dangerous. rhys could levitate too, if he had need of it. “if you are heading towards baldur's gate, you should know that the road through moonrise towers is cursed.”

Essek is the most disheveled he's ever been. One silver ear cuff is gone, his hair is askew, his robes dirty from waking up unconscious in the middle of nowhere. But still, he drifts. Feet slightly pointed towards the ground, not quite touching the dirt. Drifts all the way into the wrong side of a conflict with some cultists.

younger sister of jace and luke, older than joffrey

fiercely protective of her brothers, intentionally distant from her father and partial to her mother

understands that the part of their bloodline that matters is the t.argaryen part, not v.elaryon.

h.arwin taught her how to fight along with the boys bc she asked him to

closer to her stepsisters after l.aenor's death, since she understood their grief a little more than she understood her brothers'.

her dragon is mostly grey with some red. name tbd.

baeleria is probably her name after the dragon