All Rose

for: @ofmargaery location: outside of the diner

While Dacey typically liked to eat cleaner, more whole foods (high grade gas to power the machine, and what not), once a week, after teaching her highest level Krav Maga class, she always found herself in the same place: outside the diner, ass on the curb, indulging in a carton of fries and a strawberry milkshake.  Bear, her ever present, trusty sidekick also tended to enjoy these days, as he always got the bits and pieces she dropped, and some she gave him as well.  The dog was intimidating to say the least, but unless feeling the need to be protective of his owner, was practically a big, grey teddybear.  He was also trained to respond to Dacey’s every word, and as such Dacey brought him everywhere, and in moments like these didn’t feel the need to hold onto his leash.–With the street practically empty, the two had started a game, well if you could call Dacey throwing french fries on the sidewalk and watching him gallop over them before snuffling them up into his great big gob a game.  

It wasn’t until french fry had already been thrown did Dacey realize they were no longer alone any more, and she quickly called out to her dog.  “Bear, sit!”  And he did, immediately, but directly in the path of the pedestrian.  Dogs, so smart, but yet also so dumb.  “Sorry about that.” She called out as she finally reached the end of the leash, quickly picking it up. “Just hope you didn’t step on the french fry because otherwise he’s following you home.” She joked.

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After a particularly long morning at work she knew that nothing would lift her spirits again quite like a milkshake from The Diner. So she’d made her way there, determined to get her guilty pleasure but when a large shape interrupted her path she found herself pausing. She had always had a soft spot for all animals but dogs especially and without fail she would stop for each and every one she saw. Granted in this scenario she didn’t have a lot of choice but that didn’t make her any less pleased to see the animal. “Don’t worry about it.” Smile was bright, flashed at the woman as she waved a way the apology. Seconds later her gaze was on the dog again - Bear she thought she’d heard him called - and she practically cooed her next words. “There’s no reason to apologise for this gorgeous boy. Is he friendly?” Soft steps closer were taken before she held her hand out with gentle grace for the dog to familiarise himself with her.

Shakespearean Character Ask Meme

ANTONY: What bad habits do you need to break? BEATRICE: What is the achievement you’re most proud of? BENVOLIO: What comes to mind when you think of peace? BIANCA: What do you want most in life? CELIA: Do you want to fall in love? CIRCE: Would you rather be loved or feared? CLAUDIUS: What is the worst thing you’ve ever done? CORDELIA: Do you consider yourself a good person? CRESSIDA: What makes you feel trapped? DESDEMONA: Do you believe that the truth will set you free? EDGAR: Do you want to make your family proud? EDMUND: Do you ever wish you’d been born someone else? If so, who? GERTRUDE: Would you (or have you) ever cheated on a significant other? HAMLET: Do you prefer to think things through thoroughly or act on impulse? HECATE: Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert? HELENUS: Do you believe in God? HIPPOLYTA: What is your biggest regret? HORATIO: Who do you love most? JULIET: What is your favorite luxury? LADY MACBETH: What is your favorite thing about yourself? MACBETH: Have you ever killed anyone? Would you? MALCOLM: What does honor mean to you? MEDEA: Do you have any quirks? MERCUTIO: Is there anyone you would die for? MIRANDA: Is happiness a choice? OBERON: Does reputation matter to you? OPHELIA: Is there anything you regret not doing? ORSINO: If you could have any material thing in the world, what would it be? PARIS: If you had the chance to rule the world, would you? PORTIA: When did you lose your innocence? PUCK: Do you consider yourself a mischievous person?  ROMEO: How far would you go for love? ROSALIND: What does your ideal day entail? ROSALINE: Which people from your past haunt you? SEBASTIAN: Is violence ever the answer? TITANIA: Do you believe in magic? TYBALT: If you could kill one person without consequences, who would it be? VIOLA: How skilled of a liar are you? VOLUMNIA: Describe the biggest sacrifice you’ve made.

He’d really only taken the seat as a sort of distraction for himself. The longer he stood at the edge of the party, the angrier he got. And it was probably best for everyone there if he didn’t start a fight with the next person who crossed his path. That’s how he found himself at the seat, though declining to buy in. Margaery, before all of this, had been a comforting presence to him. Maybe she would help him now, too. But, in all honesty, he had no idea what was going on - Robert had never gambled before in his life, nobody had ever taught him how to play poker, and he didn’t understand even the most basic aspects of the game. “Oh - no, I’m… not playing,” he replied, shaking his head. “Don’t know how to. Just… needed to sit for a minute. Too much champagne, you know?” A lie, but that was beside the point.

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Expression softened when she realised who it was, endless sympathy felt for him when she knew what it was like to lose a mother so publicly. She at least had the rest of her family all around her but she wasn’t quite sure who Robert had - hopefully more than it seemed. “Maybe a wise choice, I don’t really know why I’m still playing. But you’ve got to be in it to win it - or so they say.” Not that she thought she’d be winning anytime soon when she’d just decided to focus her attention on the young man sitting next to her for as long as he’d allow it. Grief was no easy or simple thing and she knew it affected everyone differently and yet she still wanted to at least try to lighten his mood. She was certain that Lysa would have wanted her son happy. “Happens to the best of us. Especially when the champagne goes down so smoothly, even if I do say so myself.” Grin flashed over rosy lips, tone full of playful confidence when she’d been the one who’d made all the drinks selections. “You can sit as long as you like so long as you promise not to laugh at my bad luck.”

jeyne was never much of a gambling woman as someone who seemed like she was always down on her luck. she’d rather work hard than to leave things up to chance and while some may argue there is some logic and statistics to some casino games, people can be unpredictable. besides, she was here to do some recon, not actually partake — as if she could even afford it. she’d been nursing her single glass of champagne for over an hour now, more holding it as a prop, and walking around the gaming hall. jeyne had come up to observe a game, not realizing who the person she was peering over their shoulder was until she folded.  ‘ ah, ’  she breathed, a little caught off guard,  ‘ i’m not good at games, least of all poker. ’  jeyne offered margaery a self deprecating smile of her own,  ‘ but maybe i can stay and be your lucky charm ? that’s something poker players have right ? ’

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The other woman was undeniably familiar but even as she met her gaze she couldn’t quite place her. But it hardly mattered at that moment, not when she welcomed the company and she would likely find out just who she was soon enough. Expression brightening at the offer of the brunette playing lucky charm. “I’m no expert but I think they do.” Light laughter bubbled up with ease from her lips, the smile on them allowing it to escape into the air. “I could sure use some luck right now, maybe between the two of us we can start a winning streak.” Gaze fell to the glass in the brunette’s hands, noting that it seemed to have begun to lose its fizz, and ever the hostess she can’t help but offer another one. It seemed to be the least that she could do when it was both her event and she was being kept company. “Can I get a drink brought for you? Champagne or something else”

It was easy to see, or so Barbara thought, that Margaery wasn’t here to gather sympathy about her late mother. After all, the two were strangers and as sympathies were given, there was not much Barbara could say that didn’t verge on prying, something she didn’t want to do. And maybe she should have kept that to herself, but grief was something that had to be respected and no matter where people stood, the loss of family meant something. “Anything can give an hangover, some just taste cheaper.” And came with less self-respect. There was a small laugh that came from Barbara, having no doubts the other woman could afford almost anything she wanted, no matter the price. “It’s the though that count, or say they say,” she said as she raised her glass to the woman. “I’m surprised no one, other than my half attempt, bought you a drink yet. A beautiful woman like you, alone at the bar, it’s sure to get you some favors.” Her words were a mix of trying to stear the conversation into Margaery life and habit, as well as half an attempt at flirting.

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Nod of her head was given when she supposed on some level intention was what mattered. Of course there were some situations where that didn’t hold true but in this one the fact that Barbara had said that she’d wanted to was enough. “And I’ll be sure to count it.” Smile settled onto rosy lips before brows rose at the brunette’s next words. Gaze flickered over the other woman, trying to discern if the flirtation was genuine or not before she supposed that it didn’t really matter to her either way. It was a welcome distraction and it would take more than pretty words and flattery to get her to give anything away if Barbara’s intentions were less than innocent. And if they were? Well there were far worse people to have interested in her.  “Sometimes but I have to admit that I would much rather someone tried to earn my attention rather than just buy it.” A small shrug was given, not aiming for modesty but rather neutrality when for all other people’s interest flattered her it wasn’t something that she often let influence or define her. Leaning in somewhat, she returned the compliment with one of her own. “But I’d imagine you’d know what that’s like too? I’m surprise no one offered to buy you that one.”

with the gaze of one used to watching, used to always knowing what was going on around him, brandon let his eyes rake over the group she’d come in with. it was trivial work to take them in and judge them as harmless; the instinct was so intrinsic that he barely even noticed he was doing it anymore. brandon stark didn’t particularly care what others thought of him – when he was head of the family, he’d cared that they feared and respected him, and now, he just cared that they remembered his name – so it was no skin off his back to shift his attention back to margaery and act as if her entourage wasn’t there at all. “oh, i doubt anyone could mistake you for someone else.”

a thousand negotiations had started just like this; a chance encounter, some lighthearted conversation, and then before they knew what was happening the light had left brandon’s eyes and he was delivering some ultimatum. it takes a conscious effort to remind him that this isn’t another one of those nights, that there won’t be any more of those nights. “you would be right to say it.” his lips twitch up into a smirk, cocky and confident. mere pleasantries or not, she’s right – just as he was. they’re both powerful people, even now; lesser beings would be honored to be in the room with them. “you drive a hard bargain,” he mused, leaning back in his seat, eyes twinkling. “pick your poison, and we’ll see about the next round.” his smile had a wolf-like quality, as it always had, but his posture was relaxed as he took a sip of his drink. “so, what brings you here tonight, tyrell? hard day at the office?”

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The notion that she was well known wasn’t one that surprised her, not when between her family and her job in the public eye she made headlines often enough. Though she supposed that perhaps wasn’t entirely what he had meant but while she accepted the flattery, the comment had prompted some introspection. “I think I’m maybe a little too infamous for that now.” Smiled played over her lips although there were occasions that she did wonder what kind of legacy she would be leaving behind her. It was often a difficult balance to strike but she had enough confidence in herself that she would be able to achieve it. What benefited her family could easily benefit the people of King’s Landing too.  “Why drive a soft one?” Brow rose in teasing challenge though she suspected if anyone knew how to play hard ball it’d be Brandon Stark. Voice turned softer and sweeter as she placed her order, gratitude shown to both him and the bartender. “I’ll take a cosmopolitan, thank you.”

Delicate shrug was given at his question, work wasn’t always easy but she enjoyed it in spite of that. “It’s always a hard day at the office, crime never sleeps in this town.” Words were given in a playfully hushed tone, acting as though it was a secret rather than a well known fact. It was hardly a secret from anyone in the city, let alone someone who’d founded one of the syndicates. “We’re celebrating tonight though, finally have that long awaited break through.” Attention turned back to him, curiosity in her gaze as she poses a question, airy and light dspite her interest. “And you? Just reacquainting yourself with the place or something more exciting?”

it  was  tedious  waiting  for  good  news  .  cersei  waved  the  waitress  down  for  a  refill  on  her  coffee  ,  before  biting  into  the  warm  slice  of  apple  pie  .  had  the  events  of  the  last  few  days  not  have  passed  as  they  had  ,  she  would  have  simply  ordered  takeout  ,  rather  than  ever  be  spotted  at  the  diner  ,  it  was  simply  not  a  place  she  would  risk  staining  her  clothes  .  but  it  was  important  for  her  to  be  seen  ,  to  keep  anyone  wanting  to  grab  for  power  in  check  .  she  was  not  a  superstitious  woman  ,  usually  ,  but  cersei  was  anxious  to  receive  the  phone call  passing  on  the  condolences  that  robert  had  passed  ,  so  perhaps  something  sweet  in  her  mouth  would  bring  about  the  sweet  news  she  was  desperate  for  .  

she  had  once  married  robert  ,  stars  in  her  eyes  ,  with  hope  for  a  future  where  the  reigns  of  power  would  be  in  their  hands  .  it  had  taken  him  just  a  few  hours  after  the  exchange  of  their  vows  ,  for  her  to  realize  that  things  would  always  be  cold  between  them  .  she  had  also  realized  one  other  thing  that  day  ,  with  the  utmost  clarity  .  cersei  did  not  want  to  share  power  ,  not  ever  .  despite  the  reigns  of  the  lannister  syndicate  being  in  her  hands  ,  her  thirst  for  more  had  her  eyes  set  on  her  husbands  now  .  although  no  stranger  to  how  leaders  were  chosen  ,  she  would  be  damned  if  she  let  someone  steal  what  belonged  rightfully  to  her  son  .

it  was  the  sound  of  the  bell  ringing  as  the  diner  door  opened  ,  that  pulled  her  from  her  thoughts  .  the  practiced  look  of  exhaustion  spread  across  her  face  with  ease  ,  as  she  raised  her  coffee  cup  to  greet  .  “  please  don’t  tell  me  your  hoping  for  a  quote  for  a  newspaper  or  what  not  ,  i’m  afraid  i  will  have  nothing  new  to  tell  you  .  if  roberts  condition  had  changed  for  the  better  ,  you  would  have  found  me  screaming  it  from  a  rooftop  .  ”  before  she  tossed  his  body  off  .

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Working late wasn’t much of an anomaly as far as her job was concerned, not when they were all so dedicated in getting the convictions. She would happily pour countless hours into work if it meant that they got the results that they needed. It was especially true given that she was doing everything that she possibly could to distract herself from the grief. But there was always a drop in morale when everyone began to get hungry and she had volunteered to go and get them their much needed energy boost.

Upon entering The Diner she’d had a soft smile on her lips, one that was both genuine but also one she had been ensuring that had been in place lest anyone dared to think that she was closed to breaking. But for all she was well practised at keeping it on her lips, it threatened to waver as she was greeted by none other than Cersei Lannister. She was far too poised to let her dislike show, even though a gentle fury began to burn in her veins. Soft, smooth words left her lips - a simple explanation as to why she was there. “It’s my turn to get milkshakes and dinner for everyone.”

Part of her was tempted to leave it at that, especially when it wasn’t as though she owed the other woman anything. But for all she might have currently been holding the other woman responsible for the death of her mother ( the presence of gold and squid ink made it difficult not to point the finger ) but she never had been able to be heartless. Expression softened slightly as she wondered when the last time was that someone had asked about Cersei’s well being or if it had simply been an endless barrage of questions about Robert. So for a moment she set aside her need for retribution and revenge. “I was sorry to hear about Robert but how are you?” Perhaps the saying was true and she would catch more with honey than vinegar, though she suspected a woman like Cersei would hardly divulge all her secrets simply because someone had been polite.

when his sister died and news hit his ears, mace disappeared into the study at his home. spending time to mourn in private. however that cannot be done with his wife. mace had to make himself ready and available to handle the pain and hoping others around him will see that he’ll be doing just fine. after all, he still has his own kids and their well-being will always be his number one priority. ensuring that they know he’ll be just fine, that he’ll be there for them no matter what, is what’s important. 

and yet, that doesn’t stop the absence that his wife had left. pictures she delicately placed throughout the house, walking through the house, he could almost hear her in every room, her laughter moving throughout the house as if she were still there. a reminder of how empty it now feels. time seems to move faster as the days go on, the thought of taking care of himself never was as important as his kids, as his wife, but without her to remind him on certain manners, it seems he’s lost himself only to find himself when his children or mother were around. 

a light smile, almost identical to the one he once had, crossed his face at the familiar sound of margaery. he emerges from the study, beaming once he saw her. “ ah, is it that late already? i haven’t had much to eat, i could definitely go for a bite, and i’ll never say no to elden’s. ”

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For someone who cared so deeply for all those around her and deeper still for her family, grief never was going to be something she could handle with ease. Her emotions had always been strong and intense, this time was no exception. Losing her aunt had hurt deeply but losing her mother had cut far deeper. Usually she always embraced how she was feeling but now some days were a daily battle against them - fighting not to lose herself to the grief. If it hadn’t been for work or something else to keep her on the go, she was certain that she wouldn’t be handling it nearly as well.

It was easier to keep going when she had something to focus on and it was only natural that she had chosen to focus on her family. Being around them was a salve to the wound that her mother’s death had caused and she knew that them being together would have been what Alerie would have wanted. Small smile flickered over rosy lips once more, choosing to embrace joy whenever she can instead of sadness. Happiness was easy to come by with her father and his grin is bright enough to lighten her mood and allow half teasing half serious words to leave her lips. “Where does the time go?”

location: outside of the diner open to: everyone

While Dacey typically liked to eat cleaner, more whole foods (high grade gas to power the machine, and what not), once a week, after teaching her highest level Krav Maga class, she always found herself in the same place: outside the diner, ass on the curb, indulging in a carton of fries and a strawberry milkshake.  Bear, her ever present, trusty sidekick also tended to enjoy these days, as he always got the bits and pieces she dropped, and some she gave him as well.  The dog was intimidating to say the least, but unless feeling the need to be protective of his owner, was practically a big, grey teddybear.  He was also trained to respond to Dacey’s every word, and as such Dacey brought him everywhere, and in moments like these didn’t feel the need to hold onto his leash.–With the street practically empty, the two had started a game, well if you could call Dacey throwing french fries on the sidewalk and watching him gallop over them before snuffling them up into his great big gob a game.  

It wasn’t until french fry had already been thrown did Dacey realize they were no longer alone any more, and she quickly called out to her dog.  “Bear, sit!”  And he did, immediately, but directly in the path of the pedestrian.  Dogs, so smart, but yet also so dumb.  “Sorry about that.” She called out as she finally reached the end of the leash, quickly picking it up. “Just hope you didn’t step on the french fry because otherwise he’s following you home.” She joked.

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After a particularly long morning at work she knew that nothing would lift her spirits again quite like a milkshake from The Diner. So she’d made her way there, determined to get her guilty pleasure but when a large shape interrupted her path she found herself pausing. She had always had a soft spot for all animals but dogs especially and without fail she would stop for each and every one she saw. Granted in this scenario she didn’t have a lot of choice but that didn’t make her any less pleased to see the animal. “Don’t worry about it.” Smile was bright, flashed at the woman as she waved a way the apology. Seconds later her gaze was on the dog again - Bear she thought she’d heard him called - and she practically cooed her next words. “There’s no reason to apologise for this gorgeous boy. Is he friendly?” Soft steps closer were taken before she held her hand out with gentle grace for the dog to familiarise himself with her. 

Edric’s brows rose higher the more she whispered, but overall tried to maintain a neutral facade, despite his surprise of her words.  Of course, they knew each other well, biblically even, but he hadn’t been expecting that from her.  And as she continued her jest, eyes searching the room, he couldn’t help the smirk on his face and the blush creeping up from the collar of his shirt.  “You’re wicked, Margaery Tyrell.  People don’t think it, but it’s true.” He finished with a shake of his head.

But he was relieved whens he moved on, he wasn’t sure if he would’ve been able to keep his good behavior and neutral expression much longer if she continued to tease him.  And he very well might have done exactly what she had been suggesting, whisking her away to a private, dark corner.  “Do you think they’d really live up to their Bond villain personas and they’d have lasers?”  He was kidding, mostly.  “–Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised.  Should be on our best behavior just in case.”

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Playful seriousness had made itself at home in her voice, light and teasing as she leaned into him again. “It’s so nice to have someone who finally knows the real me. But you could go shouting it from the rooftops and I’m certain that no one believe you.” Of course, her ties to The Citadel were hardly a well kept secret, not when she was so proud to be a Tyrell, but she knew that to some extent her general demeanour tended to throw them off. She liked it that way, it gave her an advantage if they deemed her too kind or soft to act.

Light hum echoed from rosy lips as she let her gaze languidly travel over the room once more. Head tilted to the side as she considered his question, giving it just as much thought as she would any less trivial subject. “Maybe not but it’s more fun to believe that they do.” Glance was stolen at him from under her lashes at the mention of good behaviour, lips pressing together for a moment before she said something that would lead them somewhere more familiar. “We’d better behave, if only to hedge our bets.” But then again, with him it was so tempting not to.