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Send 👀 to see how my muse sees yours | accepting! | @knightsigils

ATTRACTION: Repulsive | Unattractive | Average | Attractive | God Help Me

TRUST: Trust To Be A Problem | Warrants Caution | Average | Reliable | Trust With My Life

RESPECT: Worthy Of Disrespect | Deserves No Respect | Hadn't Earned Any Special Respect | More Respected Than Most | Highest Respect

INTEREST: I'd Rather Watch Paint Dry | Distinctly Uninteresting | No Idea Yet | Interesting | I Must Learn More!

PRACTICAL SKILLS: Blunder Factory | Antitalent In Many Things | Average | Skilled In Many Things | Master

SOCIAL SKILLS: Disaster | Weirdo | Normal | You Should Speak | Silver Tongue

KNOWLEDGE SKILLS: Dummy | Knows A Few Things | Average | Expert | Walking Library

COMBAT SKILLS: Weakling | Half-Decent | Equal | I Can Learn From You | Unmatched

WEALTH: Pauper | Poor | Seems Average | Wealthy | Filthy Rich

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SOMETHING GOOD YOU SHOWED ME: “The strength I have to lead.”

SOMETHING BAD YOU SHOWED ME: “How far I am willing to go and fall for my own ambition.”

AN ADVICE FOR YOU: “Never stop fighting for what you deserve in life.”

I WISH: “We could have had more time together, as king and Lord Commander.”

#knightsigils #;;answered #(i need to make these two a tag i have lots of feelings about them)

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On their southron march, the winds change. The subtle things stand out the most to Wyllas: The way it whips through his reddened curls no longer cutting through him like a knife. His eyes no longer sting, and his skin tingles pleasantly as it brushes over him. The landscape changes from the plains of the Barrowlands to the wetlands of the Neck, and for now, their camp is pulled up from the muddied lakes as they prepare their short rest. A few hours at most, he hears, before they continue into the darkened hours.

❝ I did as you asked, grandfather. Whetted the axes, yours and mine. Rebound the grips, and brought you your drink. ❞ Wyllas makes good use of his time, as he's told to. In his hand, he holds out a tankard, filled with some kind of alcohol he knows the lads go mad over. ❝ Are you hungry? I can find you something to eat, if you wish it. ❞

@knightsigils / plotted!

#knightsigils #❛ 𝒊𝒄. / ic thread.#i can tell he's going to overly compensate for everything #gjdfshf wants to make gpa proud

{ @knightsigils / continued }

𝖆 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖕 𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖆𝖟𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊, at the tight line of his brow, the stoic marble of his features. it certainly didn't help lyonel's accusation. there was nothing calming about a brooding dragon. the stag snorts slightly in response, short and amused.

❝ I'm not calm, no. but at least I'm not dull. storms make noise, but what do anvils do? just … sit there? ❞ he is teasing, of course he is. there is a soft undertone of mirth beneath the stag's words, an affection just barely perceptible. he is needling the prince for a reaction, that much must be obvious … it's a childish game, but he enjoys it so much, pulling at the dragon's tail to see when he'll snap.

❝ or do you just … loom ominously, hm? I'll happily take blustery over brooding. at least people know I'm alive. ❞

#putting the BRAT in b(a)ratheon #knightsigils #˚ . 𐂂 { ic. }

@knightsigils asked: "you're not going to let me live that down, are you?" + from maekar

𝓐𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒'𝖘 𝕰𝖓𝖉. one that nearly sends wine back into his cup , but by some grace he manages to hold on to that dignity. more than can be said for prince maekar , who this afternoon went throwing his hands up and flapping about like a spooked barn owl , near hit by a silvered ornament that lyonel had knocked into the crowd from his opponent's helm. a hand upon his heart , for he does mean it , truly ——

' had i known it would upset your delicate composure , prince maekar , i assure you it would not have been done. i merely gave you opportunity to catch the prize , offer it to one of the grateful smallfolk , hm? ' for everything lyonel ever does is generous indeed , is it not? his doe eyes even seek forgiveness from maekar now , so coy that it borders on jest.

#「𝕭」 ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵈⁱᵈ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳⁱᶻᶻˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵃⁱⁿ — ic / ask.#knightsigils #knightsigils maekar tag tbc.#we can put this in sooo many different places in the timeline i am totally not fussy.#you're welcome to drop me a dm/discord message if you'd like to plot a bit more!#「𝕭」ⁱ ᵃᵐ ᵃˢ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵒʳᵗʰᵉʳⁿ ˢᵗᵃʳ — out / queue.

“ You still make my heart race like we just met. ” + from maekar, to dyanna ♡

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They were dressed in their finery, to attend a banquet for the king's name day, and in the instant that she had been ready to sweep to the door, his hand had carefully but surely clasped her wrist to bid her wait. The words were sweet, and she could not contain the warmth radiating from her smile, her eyes, as she looked up at her husband. "Oh, my darling," she cooed, moving closer to him and her hands meeting at the back of his neck as she embraced him. "If only court knew the loveliest of words the anvil saves for his wife." A laugh tumbled from her then, before soft pecks were bestowed upon his lips. "To think on the sullen, awkward boy you were when first we met seems an age ago now, but I daresay you have the same effect on me these days as that boy had on that timid, blushing girl back then." Another kiss, before they moved to the door, arms linked and her head momentarily resting against his shoulder.

#knightsigils #( 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 || c. dyanna dayne )#( 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑛 || v. dyanna dayne » main verse )#( 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 || answered )

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pls imagine wyllas sobbing hysterically over roddy's corpse.

yes, he knew his grandfather and the rest of the winter wolves were going to die. he knew it bc everyone around him made sure that he wouldn't forget it...

but in wyllas' mind, in spite of being prepared for his death, that doesn't mean he still can't feel despair about it. his grandfather, the lord of his house and the man who helped raise him, is gone.

wyllas had spent the last few months of roddy's life probably connecting to him more than he ever had in his own short life, and just like that, he's gone.

they'll never share another drink together; they'll never ride horses together or go hunting; he'll never hear his grandfather speak again. it's devastating — that this person who he always knew to be in his life — is completely and totally gone.

#❛ 𝒘𝒚𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔. / headcanons.#AAAAAAAAH #the dustins have me in a chokehold #knightsigils

@knightsigils sent: ⤷ "You're safe here. I promise." + from maekar

𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑫...𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑰𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑫𝑵'𝑻 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺. She had no tears left. Yet the ache of grief coiled around her heart like a vice. First she lost her father, Baelor, and then Valarr to sickness, one she barely survived, and it was only the grace of the Seven she had not been scarred permanently from the Spring Sickness.

She had Lady Keira at least, and even with the shock of her new marriage arrangement to Prince Daeron, Lark was still glad to have her as a friend and companion. When it was expected for Lady Keira to move to Summerhall, Lark decided it was time she would as well.

Aerion wasn't here at least…but neither was Egg. Lady Keira and Daeron would be gone too before long. Off away to their own estate to manage until the Crown had need of them. All she truly had left was her uncle.

❝ Of course, Uncle Maekar, I am very fond of Summerhall. ❞ she replied with a sweet tone. She wondered when it was the last time he slept. She could see the exhaustion bearing down on his brow, though he tried to hide it.

❝ Thank you for having me here, it's good to be in your company again and the company of your daughters. ❞ They were younger by a number of years, but their energetic faces did bring some comfort to Lark, and watching over them would bring about some normalcy…at least until eventually her uncle will have the burden of arranging her marriage. That would be far off, she hoped, right now, she wanted to stay by his side and assure he would be alright.

#knightsigils #Lady Oakthorn // . a knight of the seven kingdoms #Missives corresponded // . askbox

@knightsigils sent: ⤷ "We need to talk about that little stunt you pulled earlier." + from makear / maekar trying to sound all stern but actually ready to high five lark ??

𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑻...𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑪𝒀 𝑻𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑫. She pursed her lips, and let out a soft breath. She gazed up at him with her bi colored eyes; like precious ocean gemstones; shimmering with the threat of practiced tears. She wouldn't let them fall, not quite yet.

❝ It was an accident, I swear. ❞ She replied as she wrung the lake water from her skirts. She watched as the water splattered across the floor. She cringed a bit and had her attention to return to her uncle.

❝ I told Aerion that rocking the boat would be dangerous, and he didn't listen…❞ Of course she wouldn't bring up the fact that she had taken ahold of the oar and used it to usher Aerion into deep water. It seem that the Seven had a sense of humor when Aerion had gripped her ankle and dragged her into the waters too.

She had floundered in the water and clung to Aerion, forcing him to swim her back to shore. They both nearly drowned. Somehow, he ended up with a black eye. Still, she in all her eleven years, she really did try to be humble.

❝ Completely an accident, an accident! ❞

#knightsigils #Lady Oakthorn // . a knight of the seven kingdoms #Missives corresponded // . askbox