𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗒

top   of   knee   -   high   socks   peek   out   from   under   black   leather   boots,   warm   puffer   jacket   has   traces   of   freshly   fallen   snow   on   it   as   femme   arrives   within   the   entrance   of   the   resort.   attire   more   short   and   sweet   winter   fashion   than   a   drastic   fashionista   moment   in   the   depths   of   frozen   wonderland   ⸻   lyseni   misses   the   humidity   of   home   and   the   never   -   ending   ocean   breeze.   the   warm   blues   of   exotic   lys   appeal   more   to   mermaid   than   the   cool   touches   in   the   north.   slowly   shaera   removes   her   mittens,   wanting   to   keep   the   warmth   in   fingertips   as   she   walks   toward   the   elevators   -   eager   to   meet   up   with   a   certain   someone.   "   oh   -   i'm   sorry,   did   we   plan   to   meet   ?   "   eyes   blink   repeatedly,   long   lashes   touch   her   slowly   heating   skin   -   pink   hue   rushing   through   cheeks.   "   i'm   so   forgetful   when   there's   no   never   -   stopping   buzz   keeping   me   alive.   "   an   excuse,   entire   life   planned   out   -   brunette   would   never   miss   an   appointment.   "   i   would   never   ever   break   someone's   heart   on   purpose.   "   serpentine   -   shaped   hues   are   rounded,   bambi   -   like   innocence   on   purpose   and   besides   no   one   is   supposed   to   know   she   is   seeing   someone,   exclusively.

helaena  couldn't  recall  the  last  time she'd done something so normal. celebrations growing up had always been grand. the gingerbread houses that had decorated the mansion had been constructed by experts; they'd looked more like sculptures than pieces of food glued together with icing. she drummed her fingers against the table.  ❝  i think we should make a gingerbread castle instead of a basic house. ❞

deep   sigh   escapes,   thunder   rumbles   inside   ribcage   -   ready   to   give   up   everything   as   she   harrowingly   throws   hands   up   in   the   air.   the   millions   of   ways   she   suffers   for   friendship,   love   for   friend   immense.   "   all   my   work   designing   and   sketching   out   a   house   and   you   change   your   mind   last   minute.   "   teasing   smile   dances   on   twisted   lips,   finger   dips   into   icing   before   enjoying   the   sweetness   in   mouth.   "   the   things   i   do   for   love.   "   tone   is   soft,   hues   glittering   as   shaera   winks   at   her   friend.

[ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 ] spoiling them would be letting them watch elf. [ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 ] but lyanna will never say no to a frozen sing along. hope you know hans' and kristoff's lines. she will correct you if not. [ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 ] thank you for not poisoning your niece and nephew. shirei would never forgive you if you got them sick right before the holidays

[  💌  →  husband  ]:   i'll   make   it   up   with   sweets   and   treats,   kids   love   that   kind   of   stuff [  💌  →  husband  ]:   i'll   google   them   right   now,   can't   embarrass   the   little   miss   -   she'll   never   let   me   live   it   down [  💌  →  husband  ]:   you're   welcome   that   i   am   a   responsible   adult   that   won't   feed   literal   children   food   that   might   harm   them.   sometimes   i   am   known   for   being   smart. [  💌  →  husband  ]:   can't   have   shirei   mad   at   me   when   i'm   trying   to   take   her   out   on   a   date   ...   like   i   gotta   score   some   points   with   her

[  💌  →  sibling   1  ]:   trying   now   ??   why   even   fucking   bother   ...   no,   i   do   want   to   know   what's   wrong   with   her [  💌  →  sibling   1  ]:   i   can   think   of   more   fun   things   to   do   with   my   wife [  💌  →  sibling   1  ]:   good,   real   good.   now   i   need   to   find   a   chef   somewhere   that   is   not   busy   and   can   make   our   family   food [  💌  →  sibling   1  ]:   do   you   think   mother   is   showing   up   with   a   new   step   parent   for   us   ?   is   that   why   she   wants   family   dinner

(   ✉️   →    oldest  )    :  may  not  be  forgetting  a  sibling,  but  you  are  forgetting  your  other  kids (   ✉️   →    oldest  )    :  or  are  we  still  not  talking  about  that  idk (   ✉️   →    oldest  )    :  you're  the  only  one  that  still  looks  at  me  like  a  kid  and  i'm  pretty  sure  that's  because  you  couldn't  pick  me  out  of  a  line  up

[  💌  →  baby   sibling  ]:   all   i   know   is   that   your   hair   is   silver   like   the   moon   and   your   eyes   are   a   shade   of   purple [  💌  →  baby   sibling  ]:   not   that   many   of   you   walking   around,   i'd   recognize   you   or   confuse   you   with   a   middle   -   schooler [  💌  →  baby   sibling  ]:   i'm   just   a   sperm   donor,   not   a   father [  💌  →  baby   sibling  ]:   i   bought   them   gifts   btw,   not   that   much   of   a   deadbeat

[   ✉️   →   @sacrificeds  ]    :     uh [   ✉️   →  the fixer   ]    :     i   haven't   even   told   her   yet ,   so   that's   probably   a no [   ✉️   →   the   fixer   ]    :     and   that   would   be   lovely, cause yeah i'm pregnant [   ✉️   →   the   fixer   ]    :     truly, i   don't   even   want   to   think   about   how   gauche   she   would   make   it [   ✉️   →   the   fixer   ]    :     and   daddy   would   be   horrified   if   i   allowed   her   to   plan   something   dreadful   for   his   first   grandchild [   ✉️   →   the   fixer   ]    :     i'm   envisioning   something   sooner   than   later

[  💌  →  her   highness  ]:   the   glowing   skin   and   luscious   hair   gave   it   away,   but   then   again,   it's   my   job   to   pay   attention   to   details [  💌  →  her   highness  ]:   though   i   do   advance   for   you   to   announce   it   on   your   terms   before   someone   is   exposes   it   and   steals   your   thunder,   just   my   little   tip [  💌  →  her   highness  ]:   just   tell   me   what   you   envision   or   what   your   musts   are   -   i'll   make   it   happe [  💌  →  her   highness  ]:   i'll   make   sure   daddy   dearest   will   enjoy   it

[   ✉️   →   baby cub   ]    :     if you start singing to me, i'll call 911 [   ✉️   →   baby cub   ]    :     ....... [   ✉️   →  baby cub   ]    :     are you actually wanting to build a snowman though or are you just bored

[  💌  →  big   sis  ]:   how   would   i   sing   to   you   thru   text   ??? [  💌  →  big   sis  ]:   wait,   do   you   want   to   factime   rn [  💌  →  big   sis  ]:   or   we   can   build   a   snowman,   please   please   please [  💌  →  big   sis  ]:   how   about   both

[ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 ] hey, i never said that. i'd stop you from robbing a bank or something similar to that. [ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 ] maybe i should fall then if it means i get an extra kiss. [ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 ] falling for you worked out pretty well after all

[  💌  →  💘  ]:   that's   the   part   i'm   going   to   remember,   i   can't   read   anyway.   the   name's   jared,   nineteen   and   all [  💌  →  💘  ]:   only   if   you   stay   as   sweet   as   you   are   now [  💌  →  💘  ]:   my   my   my,   aren't   you   a   sweet   talker   -   what's   next   a   proposal

iphone   in   the   hand,   manicured   fingerstips   frantically   touching   screen   -   fast   pace   as   shaera   vents   away.   crown   of   midnight   moves   upward   at   the   sudden   voice,   "   with   that   attitude,   yes,   i   do   mind.   "   lithe   figure   does   not   move   an   inch,   hues   back   on   the   new   text   on   her   screen   ⸻   groan   escapes   when   realization   hits,   not   focused   on   reality   around   her   at   the   resort.   

❝  you're  joking  right?  ❞  with  brow  furrowed, he turned toward the other. normal jovial expression vanished, twisting into something caught between shock and offense, with the growing worry that they hadn't spoken in jest. bash couldn't recall the last time they'd ever heard something so obviously incorrect. not to mention insulting to the art he was currently holding in his hand.  ❝  die hard is absolutely a christmas movie, the best one at that, and we're watching it. ❞   and the sequel if the resort had it.

eyelids   cover   sparkling   hues,   grown   deepening   on   milky   flesh,   complete   disbelief   at   his   words.   head   shakes   as   pieces   fall   out   of   high   ponytail   -   urge   to   untie   and   drag   hand   throw   raven   locks   bigger   as   he   keeps   on   talking   ⸻   head   continues   shaking   as   shaera   cannot   comprehend   what   other   is   saying.   "   why   on   earth   would   i   be   joking   about   that,   "   scathing   response   on   tip   of   tongue   before   she   swiftly   sweeps   away   the   so   -   called   piece   of   art.   "   this   movie   is   certainly   not   a   christmas   movie,   and   we   are   not   watching   it   -   over   my   dead   body.   "

❝  doing  some  final  holiday  shopping?  ❞  eldest rogare drifted to his sister's side. gifts for his siblings had been selected prior to arriving at the resort. he'd been doubtful that the market would offer much beyond holiday trinkets that would quickly be banished to gather dust. a few vendors had challenges that view; their numbers few and far between, but enough that klahan's cursory look across the table lasted a breath longer.

pretty   bellflower   -   hued   optics   roll   at   brother's   comment,   slightly   insulted   that   femme   comes   off   as   unprepared   ⸺   everything   but,   presents   for   siblings   already   underneath   the   christmas   tree   waiting   to   be   opened.   "   need   something   to   put   in   the   stockings   unless   you   want   coal,   "   she   teases,   shrugging   off   faux   feelings   of   hurt   -   it's   the   way   life   is.   "   do   we   want   something   useful   or   something   edible   ?   "   straightforward   question,   allowing   other   to   decide   what   kind   of   additional   gift   he   wants   with   arched   eyebrow   waiting.

all-too-expensive ski equipment remained free of snow and not yet broken in (probably never will). same can be said for the designer ski wear that dyanna had bought, brought, and worn specifically for this trip. perhaps if she sat there long enough, quiet enough, no one would notice it's all she's been doing instead of actually skiing. but she should have stayed stayed in her seat. if she had done so, she wouldn't be desperately apologizing in front of the other. helping them clean up the mess she'd made, bumping into them accidentally, ❝ i am so sorry , i didn't see you there… ❞

crystallized   snowflakes   tangle   into   shiny   blond   locks,   small   timeframe   between   snowboarding   from   the   mountain   with   his   helmet   on   and   taking   the   protective   hear   off   ⸻   boyish   charm   comes   forth,   nearly   dazzling   if   frown   was   not   ever   -   present.   cup   of   hot   chocolate   milk   spilled   all   over   white   snowboard   jacket,   not   staining   -   dark   liquid   falling   straight   off   like   pouring   rain.   scowl   of   annoyance   at   the   action,   the   mess   created,   "   sure   hope   you   did   not   see   me   there,   "   he   speaks   as   hands   already   grab   tissues   to   clean   up   her   mess.   "   instead   of   sorry   you   can   get   me   a   new   one   ?   "   tone   rises   at   the   end,   questioning   rather   than   demanding.

activities were enough to satiate the need for distractions. take his mind off what he promised he would leave back home. perhaps a little too much because the hunger growls, clawing its way from his stomach. on the counter, what unfortunate fate came to the muffins — enticing, scrumptious, and definitely not dalton greyjoy's fruit of labor. ❝ fuck, were these yours ? ❞ negotiations were his thing, and he liked to think he can talk his way out of any trouble he'd gotten himself into. like he always does.

he   enters   the   kitchen   just   a   second   too   late,   moment   someone   else   eyes   what   is   his   -   spoiled   brat   from   the   lannister   tree   no   longer   wants   it   ⸺   tainted.   "   not   anymore,   "   he   responds,   sounding   every   inch   the   popular   jock   on   top   of   the   food   chain   in   high   school   -   maybe   one   day   tommen   will   grow   out   of   that   specific   sort   of   arrogance.   it   cannot   come   too   soon.   "   have   at   it,   i'll   grab   myself   a   caramel   apple   i   suppose.   "   mouth   corners   curl   upward,   only   momentarily,   before   shrugging   awkward   smile   away   -   facial   muscles   cannot   shift   into   anything   nicer,   not   for   a   thief.

“ugh.  i  don't  know  why  winterfell  is  trying  to  make  fetch  happen  with  this  resort.  i've  seen  these  drink  combinations  a  thousand  times.”  harlaw  gestured  to  the  menu  before  herself  and  the  poor  sod  who  had  been  wretched  enough  to  join  her  for  the  holiday  tasting.  she  wished  to  be  back  in  the  dark  massage  room  with  the  hot  stones,  but  no,  her  agent  said  she  had  to  branch  out.  this  was  the  pits.  “why  are  they  selling  it  as  something  new?  embarrassing.”  she  would  be  leaving  a  harsh  review  later. inspiration? where?

locks   are   golden   like   the   sun,   epitome   of   classic   award   winning   actor   with   smirk   on   lips   -   nearly   mocking   as   soon   as   he   speaks,   "   it's   winterfell,   are   we   even   surprised   ?   these   guys   are   still   stuck   in   the   middle   ages   with   carriages   instead   of   private   jets   and   trusty   phones.   "   nimble   digits   grab   the   menu   as   eyes   scan   options:   boring,   boring,   and   what's   the   word   again,   boring.   "   we   can   always   force   their   hand   and   order   our   own   combinations,   you   know   ?   "   throws   out   the   idea   casually,   something   he   frequently   does   in   restaurants   -   tommen's   spoiled,   a   lion   of   the   rock.

(   ✉️   →   don't  respond   )    :     who  is  this  ? (   ✉️   →   don't  respond   )    :     i think you have the wrong number

[  💌  →  lina  ]:   counting   the   fact   you   haven't   blocked   my   number   as   a   win [  💌  →  lina  ]:   does   that   give   away   who   i   am   ?? [  💌  →  lina  ]:   please   lina   help   me   out,   i   have   a   forced   family   dinner   where   we   cook   ourselves

[ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 ] they'll probably insist on watching elf on repeat later [ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 ] also don't let them eat too many cookies [ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 ] unless you don't mind babysitting two hyperactive toddlers

[  💌  →  husband  ]:   sucks   to   be   them   because   i   have   decided   on   frozen   on   repeat,   maybe   we'll   watch   the   second   one   too,   they'll   just   have   to   let   elf   go [  💌  →  husband  ]:   my   existence   revolves   around   spoiling   them   so   cookies   they'll   get [  💌  →  husband  ]:   we   didn't   bake   them,   or   we're   not   eating   the   ones   we   made   together.   don't   want   to   get   food   poisoning   just   yet [  💌  →  husband  ]:   nah,   will   drop   them   up   right   before   bed   time   bc   they   miss   mommy   and   daddy