#crumbledstatues

——— the great contradiction of large parties was that the more people attended, the less likely you were to be seen. as such it was a surprisingly simple endeavour to slip away unnoticed, provided one was careful to not be gone too long. and could anyone blame her if she should feel stifled and hot indoors, what with so many people and so much dancing, and desire fresh air? and wasn't it only right that a lady not go out alone at such an hour? and wasn't prince aegon so kind to escort her?

cerys waited until the sounds of the festivities had fallen behind.

❝ you're out of wine. ❞ she gestured to the empty cup he still held. ❝ i might have some left. ❞

@crumbledstatues asked: ❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜ - from Alys

she   holds   his   hand   before   he   has   a   chance   to   move   it   away   and   let   it   as   it   is.   it   would   not   be   the   worst   of   his   injuries   and   he   is   not   going   to   be   stopped   by   a   mild   cut   on   his   hand   when   he   had   suffered   worse.   shoulder   had   been   burned   with   an   arrow   on   fire   and   yet,   he   lives.   but   alys   rivers   is   a   mystery   of   a   woman   who   does   not   seem   to   have   aptitude   for   protocol   or   decour,   or   to   be   aware   that   she   should   not   speak   to   a   king   consort   in   such   a   manner.  

𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. her head leans back against the back of the chair, her eyes closed, her hand gripping her cup tighter than before. why did he have to do this now, bring it up now ? it seemed aegon was relentless in probing his mother as to why he wasn't 'good enough' for her ... or so he saw it. but, did alicent ? would she ever admit that to herself or even outloud for that matter ? the answer: no. she would go around the question, give excuses. if aegon were to know her inner feelings, thoughts, on him she feared it would be far too crushing. & so, it feels cruel to do so. ( i am your mother, i love you. i am your mother, i am disappointed the kind of person you've turned out to be. i would throw myself in front of you to protect you, but you represent nothing good to me. ) head goes back to facing forward were brown eyes settle on him ... the distance between them both physical & emotional. it always has been & some part of her regrets it.

@crumbledstatues SAID, " I'VE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING, AND IT'S STILL NOT ENOUGH. "

“Yes, yes. Happy name day, brother,” a pat on the arm being his gift, although it was accompanied with a smile. “May this be the most … joyous one yet.” He had grown, yes, taller and stronger — the son the family truly needed. Mayhaps this would be the year to prove that.

celebrating aem's birthday a day late bc i'm slow <3 ft. @crumbledstatues

a soft smile, one reserved only for his sister. " what is this ? " upon closer inspection of the beadwork, the young prince hums in appreciation. " good to know my favorite coat was in your capable hands the entire time i've been searching for it, " he murmurs with a raised brow, his tone just barely on the edge of teasing. aemond clears his throat then, offering helaena a quiet 'thank you'. his attention briefly settles on aegon. at least he was not wasting the day away in his chambers. that was a present in itself.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇. it makes her pause, hands stilling over the blanket pulled close to helaena's chest. expression is notably confused appearing with furrowed eyebrows, downturned lips. a certain light in her eyes which helaena might be familiar with despite alicent's constant attempts to understand. to put together what she might've meant---ever since she was younger, even as she nears adulthood, pieces of nonsense or things from her dreams left her mouth. it made alicent wonder ... did helaena fully understand them or was she, often times, as confused as the rest of them ? ( viserys mentioning 'dreamers' comes to mind. her husband struggling to stay still, a cup full of wine in his hand as he had the entire day. fire burning her cheeks, young queen's look of concern. 'very few in my line have been dreamers.' were his words. )

@crumbledstatues SAID, " THERE ARE FIGURES HIDING IN THE SHADOWS, WAITING TO STRIKE. "

making  that  gif  was  a  mistake,  i  fear

——— cerys hardly blinked as she looked at him. that was in part due to the lingering adrenaline —he had frightened her badly; and in part a means of attempting to figure him out. she didn't wish to close her eyes lest she should miss something, some expression or gesture, that would lead her to understand him. she continued to stare after he had finished apologizing.

he'd acted thoughtlessly, brusquely, but had not done her harm. if he had intended to hurt her, surely her stating that he was scaring her would not have stopped him. why then was he here? why did he fidget so? why did he ask to stay even if only to sit here in the dark? why did he apologize, again and again? why should he claim to not know why he came?

❝ you can hold me, if you like. ❞ her voice broke the silence that had fallen between them, but she did not like the sound of her words, so stiff and awkward. too unconcerned, when she was anything but. vulnerability did not come naturally to her. cerys tried again, softer, touching the cushions of the settee she sat on.