A. MARTELL

independent, private, and highly selective roleplay blog for  ARIANNE MARTELL  from g.rrm’s a.soiaf, as  written  by honey ( 30 / pst / they/them ) 

Shes like ???? This isn't my vibe. I'm out 😭 but I feel like I'm starting to get a good grove and I feel her scratching at my brain lol so yes ... sOON 👀👀

Like I just don't see them taking to her very well at first. She is definitely either loved or hated. And the very opposite of what they think a lady should be, I think.

She's loud and opinionated, and unafraid to voice those opinions. She'll yell at any man who'd dare to disrespect her or any other woman in her presence. Her dresses can be a lot more revealing than I think many are used to at times as well. That will be shocking and I think she might feel embarrassed for the first time as well. Depending. But truly, to Ari it has never been a problem. I just love imagining her there and being unapologetically herself. Stirring the pots, making splashes. And refusing to change herself despite it all.

soon...  she  thinks  to  herself,  her  lips  curling  into  a  smile.  slight  like  a  subtle  breeze  dancing  through  the sand.  dark  eyes  dare  a  glance,  finding  that  varric  remained  unchanged.  accustomed,  even,  to  the  feel  of  her  touch  in  harmony  with  the  tavern's  crescendo.  a  pleasant  reward  from  their  playful  game  of  make-believe.

settings prompts: " 003. the shadowy corner of a lively tavern. " ― @immobiliter

how  she  wished she  could  wear  compliments  like  jewels  ──────  to  be  draped  with  chains  of  gold,  amethyst,  and  rubies...  especially,  when  whispered  so  sweetly.  how  she'd  wear  his  words  proudly  like  diamonds  dripping  from  her  ears.  her  head  tilts  with  a  hum,  welcoming  his  whispers  to  brush  against  the  curve  of  her  neck  along  with  falling  strands  of  black  hair. 

dances and balls starters: " [COMPLIMENT] the sender leans in to whisper a compliment into the receiver's ear as they dance. " ― @riselazarus

"  is  that  all?  "  she  teases,  her  laugher  nearly  in  harmony  with  the  orchestra's  crescendo.  "  surely  you  have  more  than  those  few  words  to  describe  me.  "  her  back  leans  into  the  arms  wrapped  around  her,  dusky  hues  sweeping  across  his  face  to  study  every  shift  ―  "  go on, then. tell me, more. "