#mythsonly

blushes tip of her nose. a finger points, ❛ now is not th’ time ta-be bold, old man. ❜ says kisa with a chilling calm edge to her tone. ❛ you’re the hostage ‘ere, the captive. i’m sure tha’ queen sister of yours would pay for your head—unattached or otherwise. ❜ waylan would do well not to think the wildling leaders words or threats are veiled, because they aren’t. they never are. ❛ what’re you doin’ so far north ? you lot don’t tend to come this far. too scared to climb down from your big wall. ❜

taking a step forward, alicent opens her arms & wraps them about her brothers shoulders. palm rubs against his back, ❛ the feeling is mutual, brother. ❜ she says finally, taking a step back to resume the holding of her hands in front. eyes lift to settle on him, ❛ how have you been ? ❜ when was the last time she saw him ? it’s hard to remember. ❛ come, tell me all about it. enliven me with tales of adventures. ❜ alicent moves to sit on her couch.

flori looks up from her book. "yeah? is it like that between you and patch? what's the forgiveness and love and patience and faith to gut punch ratio? 'cause i think i'm currently experiencing the latter and it's not a fun time. jed said that it was just a summer fling. that we wouldn't... be a good fit, otherwise."

"you're nora freaking grey. if anyone can do this, it's you. but just to ease my mind---" flori vamp speeds off, grabs a marker a piece of paper and vamp speeds back. "---here's my number." she writes it down and tucks it into nora's hand. "figured it'd be better to have it on there instead of written onto your wrist. call me when you get there, and if you need my help. or if you just, you know, want to talk or something."

❝ you think i'm not trying? that i don't want to fix things? ❞ expression is hard , leg bouncing with heel of boot against ground. ❝ why are you so worried about my shit anyways? ❞ she fires off , switching the conversation that makes nora the topic instead of her. ❝ you have your own problems. ❞

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄. she was used to the bustle of busy households, that was no secret. working within households like these wasn’t unusual nor was the beginning of her life before the arrival of her stepmother—however, how so much attention placed on her, & feeling so badly equipped, made her anxious feelings worse. the last thing she wanted to do was embarrass the bridgerton’s, her husband, her new family. it was hard enough with the whispers of benedict having married someone below his station. as determined as she was . . sophie wouldn’t be able to stand it if she messed up royally ! ; so, she’s removed herself for the moment. politely excused herself for something to drink & a moment of fresh air, that the ballroom had grown suddenly “stuffy” for her. benedict had squeezed her hand gently before letting go, & now sophie finds herself closing her eyes & breathing deeply. the other speaks & she turns in surprise: ❛ oh, daphne ! ❜ exclaims sophie, ❛ you startled me, i apologize. i wasn’t expecting anyone to follow me out. ❜ eyes glance momentarily back inside before settling on daphne. ❛ it is . . i am overwhelmed in truth. having so many eyes on me, kind & unkind, has proven more difficult than i anticipated. ❜

world is quiet as daisy sits outside the back of venue , taking a moment to catch her breath post sound rehearsal. she can't do this. it's a fleeting moment of running. like she's done all her life when things get hard. but this is her dream. and it's the one thing she can't give up on. it's the quiet arrival of @mythsonly that causes her to stir , no longer watching rain from under safe cover of awning. there was something about graham. he was kind , charming in an entirely different way then the other members of the six. something , like the world hadn't entirely ruined him yet. when their conversation takes a turn from small talk , to something serious , voice catches in throat. if he's seen right through her , then maybe they all have. ❝ it wasn't about that. ❞ she lies , rubbing hands against bare thighs. but it was. her whole life she had been convinced , she had never been good enough. and even now , she felt it on stage with her family. when she looked out into the crowd chanting her name. ❝ it's just the lifestyle , all of us are doing it. ❞ a pretty cover up to dodge what he really means. to talk about the mess that daisy jones is.

figure  is  laid  out  on  studio  floor  ,  chin  resting  on  palms.  journal  is  open  before  her  ,  words  scribbled  over  the  pages  ,  most  crossed  out  ,  mostly  a  jumbled  mess  of  scratchy  handwriting.  most of it they can't use , not good enough for an album that's going to leave a mark on the world.  blue hues are upturned to @mythsonly. it's rare, studio time without billy dunne lurking around. ❝  i  dunno  man,  i  was  just  thinking . . .  do  you  ever  say  no  to  your  brother?    ❞   it's  like  it's  a  taboo  subject  to  speak  out  loud. to tell him no , to hold an opinion.   ❝  it's  just  this  is  supposed  to  be  a  band.  like  , what  about  things  you  want?  there  hasn't  been  a  single  song  you  wanted  to  use?  something you made that he said no about ?  ❞