he was never too sure what to do with emine. to leave her be? to seek her out? tharon’s logic brain never did last too long when it came to a beautiful person, a beautiful woman on top of that being his absolute weakness. her words earned a chuckle, “you know i’m no lord.” is his only response. he won’t answer the real question, they both know his response so he doesn’t wish to let any listening hear it. “well enough.” he bites back the emotion that rises at the thought of warik, having spent all night consoling the man. the conversation with emmy wasn’t about that. “and you, my lady?”
HE MOST CERTAINLY WAS NOT a lord, at least, not by birth. still, he surely held every personality trait of a lord save the bluntness. a womanizer, like most noble born men. that, perhaps, was every last bit of noble blood in him or maybe that was the sore point in his traits. the one that stood out, the one that held all the potential to hurt her unless she hurt him first. and so she did. ❝ no... you are not. ❞ emerald orbs remain bright with mischief even as she does not further push for a verbal confirmation of all she knew.
emine of house mormont knew tharon, regardless of whether or not he believed she did and so she does not miss the shift in orbs, subtle as it may have been. ❝ well enough. ❞ she echoed, eyebrows furrowing delicately. ❝ we never were skilled at speaking to one another but... i would like to think i did a good enough job at listening. and - i will again, should you need it. ❞
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he wasn’t the best at letting go of a fun thing, despite the initial pain of learning she’d cheated. ultimately tharon had no room to be upset, no room to judge. he saw it as karma for what he’d done to not one but two wives before emine. yet their divorce hadn’t been an argument, he immediately agreed when she asked and the few months since had involved random trysts between the sheets. tharon knew he should probably stop, knew that the buried emotions of pain and betrayal were still there, but he was a hedonist at heart and focused purely on their physical chemistry. emotions were a problem for future tharon. “evening, emine.” came his greeting when he saw the all too familiar form of her figure pass by his seat on a set of steps outside the castle.
GRACEFUL STEPS HAD SLOWED the moment the familiar features of her once lord husband had found itself in her line of sight. there’s a mocking shift in her step, teasing even, as she slips past his seated frame. he says her name, as though it is the most natural part of his vocabulary. slim digits smoothen the skirts of her dress and cloak while she sits, emerald gaze finally finding the ice of his own gaze. though, she is first watching him through her lashes.
❝ have you missed me, my lord ?? ❞ head finally lifts, fully meeting his gaze. her words are spoken as a question, hushed for his ears only and seeping with mischief. ❝ i trust your morning went well. ❞
Yara… Yara Tyrell, right, she had heard her name before but hadn’t yet met her in person. “No, it’s fine,” she reassured her with a small smile, “I’m easily startled nowadays so it’s nothing you did,” she reassured her, wondering when she would go back to her old self - if she would ever go back to that Gianna. The Gianna who was care free and enjoyed every little thing. Where she could find happiness even if there was was possibly no hope left. It felt like she had been drained of all that she was made out of. “I apologize for my state, I’m not myself right now”
THE GOLDEN HAIRED WOMAN SEEMED like she could very well use a friend, some kindness in this sudden wave of tragedy. not pity but definitely understanding. hazel orbs find the light green of the other’s hues, a delicately warm smile finding its way onto doll like features. she knew of the current events, of course - but she was not the type to push someone who clearly did not wish to elaborate.
❝ thank you - truly, but i should have warned you of my presence. ❞ she should have, the lady of house tyrell knows. but it had slipped her mind after having spotted the lonesome northern woman. silence further claims yara, honey like orbs shifting away from the other’s gaze and over ahead of them. ❝ i pray you find yourself once more. ❞ her voice is as warm as her words, compassion mirrored in the lightness of doe gaze. ❝ but do so at your own pace. ❞
* ── * * ── in the frays of king aerys iii’s reign , therein remains emine mormont, the twenty seven year old lady of bear island . rumor has it that their loyalties lie with house mormont and they are neutral to the targaryen reign . they’re so amiable + welcoming that it makes sense , but most seem to look past their sphinx like + distrusting nature . when they come up in conversation , i’m always reminded of the sound of snow crunching under feet, raven locks framed with freshly fallen snowflakes and bright emerald orbs .
bascis
FULL NAME: EMINE MORMONT
NAME MEANING: EMINE ( meaning one who is fearless and courageous or someone who you can trust so… ironic) MORMONT ( from the noble house house of the westerosi kingdom of the north )
NICKNAME(S): EM, EMI, INE ( EE-NEH )
AGE: TWENTY SEVEN
DATE OF BIRTH: APRIL 11TH
HAILS FROM: BEAR ISLAND, THE NORTH ( born, raised and currently residing ), THE VALE ( previously )
LOYAL TO: HOUSE MORMONT(by birth ), HOUSE STARK ( by birth ), THE REDSMITH MOUNTAIN CLAN ( previously but lowkey still )
She couldn’t sleep, her dreams haunted by the horror’s Erik had committed. Her dreams being visited by the king and Lord Stark themselves. She felt guilt, guilt for not knowing he was behind this and telling someone sooner. Sighing, she assumed there’d be no one outside at such a late hour and grabbed her shawl to cover up from the cold. Walking around, everything seemed gray to her - as if all the color had been stripped away from her eyes. Hearing a noise, she quickly turned around to see who was coming near her, “who’s there?” she said, looking around
THERE WERE MANY THINGS ONE would surely learn and come to terms with when the harsh winters turned kind, barely but a breeze and flowers would surely bloom, when the blooming of flowers slowed and the air grew warmer, when the flowers withered and the leaves shifted in color. change was everywhere whether that was within someone or surrounding them... change was still everywhere. the youngest of the tyrell clan knew not erik forrester, at least, not very well. what she did know was that he had failed in killing the northern king and had, in turn, sealed his own fate.
everything about yara tyrell stood out, seemed different - even while dressed for northern weather. ❝ yara. ❞ voice is soft, just loud enough to reach the other’s ears. doe like orbs had spotted her moments prior and she now stood just arms length away. ❝ i meant not to startle you... i apologize. ❞
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* ── * in the frays of king aerys iii's reign , therein remains yara tyrell, the twenty three year old lady of highgarden . rumor has it that their loyalties lie with house tyrell and they are neutral to the targaryen reign . they're so tender + compassionate that it makes sense , but most seem to look past their calculating + blunt nature . when they come up in conversation , i'm always reminded of the scent of fresh bloomed roses, muffled melodic laughter following the patter of bare feet and the comforting sound of falling rain .
bascis
FULL NAME: YARA BANOU TYRELL
NAME MEANING: YARA ( meaning small butterfly ) BANOU ( meaning princess, no one ever has a middle name so i gave her one dkvajnsbfh ) TYRELL ( from the noble house tyrell of the westerosi kingdom of the reach )
NICKNAME(S): LITTLE BIRD, LITTLE DOVE / DOVE ( all via parents ), BANOU ( also via family, pronounced like banu LOL )
AGE: TWENTY THREE
DATE OF BIRTH: OCTOBER 17TH
HAILS FROM: HIGHGARDEN, THE REACH ( born, raised and currently residing )
LOYAL TO: HOUSE TYRELL ( by birth )
HAIR COLOR: DARK BROWN
HEIGHT: 5′2
BUILD: SLIM, LITHE, FIT
EYE COLOR: HAZEL ( ranges from light brown with a greenish tint to darker brown )
NEGATIVE: CAUTIOUS, GUARDED, HESITANT, SOMETIMES IMPULSIVE, METICULOUS, RESERVED, STOIC, STUBBORN
familial
FATHER: FORMER RULING LORD TYRELL ( deceased )
MOTHER: FORMER RULING LADY TYRELL ( alive )
SIBLINGS: RULING LORD ELDAR TYRELL ( eldest brother ), LADY ZEHRA VELARYON NEE TYRELL ( older sister ) BRAXTON FLOWERS ( older paternal half brother )
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: NONE.
CHILDREN: NONE AS OF YET
OTHER: MERIANNE TYRELL NEE SELMY ( good sister / sister in law ), LORD VELARYON ( good brother / brother in law ), DESMERA FLOWERS ?? ( niece, braxton and alerie’s daughter ), AEMMA TYRELL ( niece, eldar and merianne’s daughter ), EAMMON TYRELL ( nephew, eldar and merianne’s son )
other
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background
yara, like her older sister zehra, was born long after the affair of her father resulting in the birth of her half brother, whom she considers her brother entirely and disregards the half.
as the baby of the noble family, yara was often found running after her siblings - looking up to her big sister but cherishing every bit of adventure that her brothers seemed to enjoy. she longed for the very same adventure.
thus, the littlest of the tyrells would slip from the grasp of her septa - always on her brothers’ tails. whichever of the two were around for her to chase, that would be the one she’d glue herself to.
a kind soul from the very moment she was old enough to show her personality, timid, caring and far too compassionate for her own good.
with time, her childish antics diminished and maturity would integrate itself into her person. she was still herself, to her loved ones, but as a noble lady - she had to grow up. a duty to her house that like her sister, she would have to fulfill.
something she never quite grew out of, however, was the sense of being a hopeless romantic. wishful thinking, that much she knows. but there is something entirely enticing and beautiful in the matters of the heart. hers has always been wild, pounding against her chest when paired with a bright grin.
she adores all things new, things she does not know of but can learn about.
all in all, yara loves with life. she loves love. she sees the strength in being soft, the courage in vulnerability and she loves the little things.
while she does see the importance in matters of the heart, she knows that having been born into such a notably important house, the odds of her romantic theories becoming factual are slim if any.
her opinions towards the targaryens are... nonexistent, nearly. she has no preference or ill feelings towards them. neutrality at its finest, really.
secretly, however, she also holds no ill feelings towards the starks or the northern kingdom. matter of fact, she quite likes nothernerns. again - she loves things that are different. in this case, people. they are known to be blunt and rough around the edges and... you guessed it, yara thinks there is beauty in that LOL
relatively a wic bc i have to plot like a lot with everyone but pls <333 enjoy this word vomit <33 thanks bye :))
wanted connections
childhood friends !! friends in general. unlikely friends, bad influence, someone she’s a good influence towards, frenemies, anything and everything.
i’d like past things, as well. i’m a simp for angst and haven’t much thought of her past romantic life but she must surely have one if she’s so romantic LOL soooo brainstorm !
a potential betrothal or even betrothal because, angst. but no pressure and no promises bc i do like to feel chemistry out <33