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THEYGODS ... a dependent blog associated with #103ac with characters written & adored by emmy ( she/her, 30, est )
HEAR ME ROAR : *ruling lady mara lannister ( alisha boe, 30, she/her ) WE DO NOT SOW : lord reaper erik greyjoy ( tom blyth, 30, he/him ) WE LIGHT THE WAY : lady ceryse hightower ( olivia cooke, 32, she/her )
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she listens patiently, drinking in his words like water cupped between within her palms. saera's wifely philosophy was this: to be a wife was to be a weapon in hand, to move as bidden. "my thoughts?" they hum, conjuring them into existence. it is too late to cancel their bid, so they ignore their foremost feeling of dread weighing the depths of her belly. they would not turn tail. "i think you are wise, as always, lord husband."
his mind was a marvel to her. fingers find the nape of his neck, dancing along the dark edge of the mane in appreciation. it was his discerning eye that made him lord reaper, the clear choice between the two of them. if torwyn was the tide, erik was the rock their seat was built upon.
"i will do my best," though, it is easier said than done to bring forth a new ally to stand with them behind the crown. especially when they imagined themselves to be king. saera herself was unlikely capable of such a task, for she was a clam closed. that much she knew of herself. she would rather needle a ship through a storm. "you know your brother well. he may not be so swift to betray himself again after suho..." the boy's name was a lament, gratitude and guilt churned in the barrel. "the greenlanders... they will not take to us as well as them." a fine line was measured. "to their credit ... their time in the westerlands will serve them well."
erik nodded and let out an exhausted laugh. his wife was right, the time in the westerlands will serve them. he wished for a moment that he had spent more time concerned with this when he put his bid in but there was nothing he could do now. it was too late. at the mention of suho, erik tried not to shutter. his death still lingered on him, the guilt. he had prayed to the gods to grant him some peace or forgiveness, but it never came. he reached out and rubbed his son's hair away from his face again. he couldn't imagine what the harlaw's were going through and still, he had to carry on. torwyn's fight for the throne needed to be dealt with before he was able to properly mourn, he knew this. although, he needed the harlaw's and that would never change. the greyjoy glanced over at saera and placed the hand he had previously placed on rodrick on her shoulder. "it means a great deal to me that you and rodrick are here with me." he started. "i don't believe i'd be able to face my brother without the two of you with me."
location: outside the sick rooms status: closed ( @bethemouth )
mara paced back in forth outside of the sick rooms. even though her father had passed, she wanted to make sure she appeared more helpful. so for the past few days, she had assisted some nurses and visited with those who she knew that were sick. of course, she felt horrible but mara had an image to maintain. she did not want her new status go to waste. a few people had come forward to her and said that they suspected her for the events that occurred. she wanted to make it clear that she had nothing to do with the sickness, nor did she want anyone to think that she was not ready to be the ruling lady. she turned too quickly and behind her, maekara. she gasped lightly. "apologies, my goodness. i was not expecting anyone to approach me this quickly, or at all." she let out a laugh and shook her head. "apparently i have become a bit of a pariah amongst those i thought i was closest with." she explained. after a moment and a few quick blinks to keep herself from crying, she smiled at maekara. "again, i apologize, that is not your concern." mara reached her hands towards the targaryen and offered her a comforting smile. "how are your sister and mother?" she asked. "i was able to check their beds this morning but that was the first time i had been able to stand being in that room for more than an hour. i am so beside myself. none of them deserve this." mara exclaimed.
location: hightower private quarters, the day after arriving status: closed ( @graveruins )
ceryse had put away her last book, one too many she had packed. the trunks had mainly been the books but she didn't want to be without anything in case they were of us to her. they usually weren't, she stuck to the same few but she never knew. when she heard a noise and raised her head to see who it belonged too... she smiled. "aelora, come. sit." she said as she motioned for her youngest sister to join her. "i think i may have overestimated how many books i would need for this journey." she said with a small laugh. "i may have to do a bit of shopping ... i didn't pack nearly as many dresses as i should have." ceryse said with a loud sigh. she smiled at aelora as she closed the trunk. "would you like to have some dinner with me?" she asked. "i'm sure our father would prefer we all eat together but i'm sure he will be too busy to even notice how late it's already gotten."
location: kings landing, a day or so after arriving status: closed ( @fromashe )
ceryse gripped onto her sisters arm tighter as she weaved through the crowds. her expression remained neutral, though on the inside she was overwhelmed. too many stares, too many people. she could not go to the sick rooms, not yet. not when everyone and their families were watching each and every one of their moves. "quickly sister, we have a schedule to keep and too many prying eyes here. it feels like everyone is watching me bathe." she muttered as she pulled seraphina through the crowd. although the crone and the maiden were without their mother, every time she looked at seraphina, all she saw was posey. it happened first when their older sister passed and now, ceryse wakes in the middle of the night, seeing each of her siblings faces. she smiled softly as she glanced over at her sister. "it's alright, i promise, this is the last thing i will make you accompany me with today, then you are free from roam on your own. i have just become so sensitive to the crowds." she admitted.
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「 ⚔ 」 STATUS ﹕ semi - closed. 「 ⚔ 」 LOCATION ﹕ pestilence, the hightowers are arriving. 「 ⚔ 」 WITH ﹕ @firedreamt, @toothd, @theygods, @verithaunt, @woundedstatue.
“let me at them ! ” despite steffon’s attempts to look tough, to shape himself into something bordering intimidating, they simply clucked and chirped like the small bird they were. pacing the now - empty halls of the keep, all others bedridden or tending to the sick or isolating from the threat, his thoughts had been set alight ; the hightowers may have been arriving with tinctures and balms to rid the spreading illness, but to steffon their arrival was poison in itself. “if they talk to me, if they look at me, i’ll — well, i’ll — ” it was then that they stopped, motionless, spying the shadowy figure emerging from one of many doorways. no longer was it simply them and their unruly thoughts. they wondered how long the other had been there, how much they had heard, whether they saw the threats as empty and thin or would turf steffon out into the streets for such an outburst. so instead of saying anything further he simply stood, hands at their sides, waiting for inevitable consequence.
mara sighed and shook her head. "no, that will not do us any good, lord steffon." she said honestly. she wished it would. the hightowers have put a stop to her plan, to what she wants for herself. they took the place of her father, gods rest his soul. the lannister shuttered, the first physical reaction she had when she thought about her father. she had to remain strong though, not only for herself and her family but for westeros. she rubbed her hands together before she spoke again. "i know the hightowers being here... complicates things." she started. she knew that and now she knew others felt the same. the brunette rubbed her hands again, she was eager for the hightowers to leave, but now with the promise of a council seat, she feared they would be staying much longer. another house in the running, another house that mara had to charm for her ultimate goal. "do you..." she started then shook her head. mara glanced at steffon and offered him a reassuring smile. "perhaps them being here will bring their destruction?" she stated.
⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ( hightower c , olivia cooke , thirty - two , cis woman , she/her ) the hand of the late king welcomes ceryse hightower, the lady of oldtown, to the kingsmoot. the realm knows them to be astute and incisive, but the master of whisperers has unearthed information that speaks to their deceitful and taciturn tendencies. to dream of them would be to dream of winning the battle before stepping into the fight, nothing matters more than the hunt for enlightenment, a blessing from long unforgiving gods. they themselves dream of house hightower on the throne. time is an unwieldy mistress, and only she may tell who will sit the iron throne when the dust settles.
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the piece of cloth she had been bartering about falls to the ground as the voice calls for her and aiysha trembles – she is, indeed, a coward, for cowards live longer, but she knows that the action itself is beneath her and would only worsen torwyn's position (even if her husband swears he cares not for the likes of his brother, she knows what appearances they must carry). "you should be sorry, erik. you've made me drop this!" she tries to resolve it, picking up the fabric again and giving erik a dirty look that is in no way founded only on this little interaction – no, the bad blood runs too thickly for that.
lips remain tightly shut at the mention of torwyn. he could not possibly wish to know the truth, else to find some sort of advantage – the thought alone is infuriating, considering all that erik already has, his greed a matter of admiration had it not been in detriment of herself. "a merling." she repeats, humming. "the likelihood is that some runt of the docks has already stolen it for them. or maybe someone has taken it and thrown it back in the sea, where it should belong." yet, she lingers. grasping the cloth between her fingers, she gives erik a distasteful grimace. "do you believe me your nursemaid? mainlanders hire them for their children when they wish them to be better treated. do you think i am for sale?"
erik's mouth stayed shut momentarily, he had no idea how to respond to aiysha. he didn't realize asking for help would cause this sort of argument, erik didn't want that. he held his hands up and shook his head. "no, aiysha... i do not think you are for sale." he told her truthfully. "i just thought since it was for rodrick, who i assumed you liked, you would want to assist me." he stated. erik nodded. "i see that that isn't the case, there is always a thought that i am doing things for a selfish motive, i see." he continued. erik remained composed, he did not want to upset his good sister, nor did he want to get into an argument on the first day he arrived. he had just made it clear he didn't want to do that. "well, if i cannot find it then i will have to buy him a new one. what kind of things were harlan interested in when he was rodrick's age?" he asked her. he picked up a crate on the dock and looked under it. there was nothing there, of course. aiysha might be right, someone may have thrown it back into the sea. it was probably on it's way back to the iron islands. thankfully, it wasn't a toy that couldn't be reproduced... they could get one when they returned.. it would just have to be while they were in king's landing.
there wasn’t a lot rosamund had to pack , which is not to say that she didn’t have a lot of trunks filled with clothes for the trip at hand. rosamund just hadn’t touched a single piece of it. her handmaidens had spent the past weeks meticulously putting everything away. the excitement of going to king’s landing had hit rosamund hard , and she’d been bedridden for most of the time leading up to their departure. these days her lack of energy rarely bothered her. it was just part of her day , just as waking up and going to bed was. the knock on the door wasn’t unexpected , and rosamund waved for janei , her closest servant , to open the door and then wait outside. “mara ,” came the surprised exclamation , and ros raised herself into a less horizontal position. the visit wasn’t uncommon , just unexpected during such a busy time. “I’m ready , just resting.” mara looked so out of place that rosamund couldn’t disguise her amusement. “bless the seven , you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” she held out a frail hand , urging mara to come closer , and smiled softly up at the eldest lannister. the second parent she had growing up , since their father had rid himself of her when he found out that she would live. “i’m tired , not dying.” mara never made sense to her as a child. she was fierce and loyal , yet seemed to falter when affection got too obvious. maybe rosamund was the same , because what should’ve been a simple question made her tilt her head in confusion. “you want to ride with me ?” it was rarely just the two of them alone. “shouldn’t you ride with father as his heir ? won’t he be disappointed ?”
mara smiled at janei as she stepped into her sisters room. she hadn't really spent much time here but the lannister hoped that would change when they returned. she took her sisters hand and gave it a squeeze and caressed it softly. mara let out a light laugh and nodded. "i know, sister. i am just always worried about you." she admitted. mara shook her head and squeezed her sisters hand again. "father has already started his journey to king's landing." she explained. "he wanted to go over some things with the other council members. it's why mother is in such a rush, she does not want them meeting without her." she continued. she let out a small laugh. "plus.. he is almost always disappointed in me, he would probably prefer to ride with cedric, anyways." mara told her with a sad smile. she let go of her sisters hand and glanced back at the door. "janei, could you take the rest of my sisters trunks downstairs?" she asked. "also please, can you make sure there are enough blankets in the carriage for her?" she asked. "and snacks, i do not want to make unnecessary stops." mara continued. she wanted to make this as comfortable as she could for rosamund and stopping multiple times might exhaust her even more. mara turned back to her sister and offered her a smile. "would you like to help you at all?" she asked. "i know i may not be as gentle as janei but i can catch you if you fall." mara joked.
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truthfully, the letter had been unopened for nearly a full day before she finally broke the seal with her beloved knife, and even then she had considered throwing it into the sea afterward without a response. grief had made everything feel smaller somehow. and now here stood erik asking for tea.
dark eyes settled upon the greyjoy as he approached, expression unreadable beneath strands of black hair stirred loose by the sea wind. she listened in silence as she spoke, gaze flickering toward his ship before returning to his face.
death would be too easy. yerin's voice lingered unpleasantly at the back of her mind. seora still thought her sister was wrong. grief should be taught properly instead. perhaps erik should live long enough to understand what it meant to lose something small and beloved. a son, perhaps? his was old enough for absence to hollow a house clean through.
the thought arrived coldly, casually, and left just as quietly.
still, this hurt worse than the blade she once took from a mercenary in tyrosh. because erik greyjoy was not merely another enemy standing before her. he had been woven through the better half of her life -- a familiar face from childhood visits between islands. theirs had been the sort of friendship that survived distance, adulthood, and even seora's long disappearances across the narrow sea. perhaps that was why seeing him now felt unbearable.
for a long moment, she said nothing at all. then slowly, almost lazily, seora stepped closer. steel caught briefly beneath the docklight as she slid a knife from her belt, the motion practiced enough to seem effortless. not enough to slash -- only enough for the blade's edge to settle lightly beneath his chin.
"tell me, erik," she asked, voice unsarcastically soft, "did you practice this speech beforehand? or were simply arrogant enough to assume i would still tolerate the sight of a greyjoy after what was done to my family?"
the sea crashed somewhere below them. and just as abruptly, seora smiled. the blade disappeared into its sheath with practiced ease as though the moment never happened at all.
"you're fortunate i'm curious enough to hear what you have to say," she mused lightly. "though depending on the conversation, i may still decide to throw you overboard before it ends."
erik nodded while she spoke. seora had every right to be hesitant and she had every right to want to throw him overboard. it would be a welcomed death, he wasn't afraid. he knew that what happened that night was partially his fault... he couldn't do anything to change it, though. what happened with suho was unforgivable and there was nothing he could do to bring him back... even though he prayed to the drowned gods every night for the harlaw's happiness. "that's fine, seora. if what will make you feel better, you will be able to throw me overboard. no one will stop you." he told her honestly. he turned back towards the ship, allowing her to see that no matter what, he trusted her, even if she didn't right now. he was looking forward to the warm drink, even if it might end in a heated argument. erik didn't have a plan for this conversation, nor did he hope for anything to occur but he wanted to start building the bridge back, better than they were before. for a moment, he wished it was easier but he has no idea what's its like to lose a child or a sibling or nephew. he knows what it's like to lose his parents but that is not comparable. "i would hope we can end the evening just happy to see some old friends but i know that may be asking for too much." he said. erik sat down and crossed his legs, motioning for the harlaw to sit as well. "if you would prefer to stand though, i don't mind. i am just tired from trying to get rodrick to sleep, he wanted to go back on the boat even though we've been at sea for days." he chuckled. "i would love for you to meet him." erik told her truthfully.
it is no surprise that cedric is where he is. lazily pouring himself a glass of red, sat upon an elegantly designed yet not so comfortable chair. it will have to do, though. he is taking a deep drink when his sister walks into the room, her loud sigh not going unnoticed in the slightest. in fact, such display causes him to smirk.
“we do?” he responds, the smirk ever - present on his lips. another drink, and then he's wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. of course, as she follows up her statement, it is his turn to sigh loudly.
“father has expressed his expectations at length, dear sister, but if you must…” with a wave of his hand, he beckons her to speak.
mara did not understand her brother at times. it was almost unbearable. she fought a sigh and took another sip of her wine and nodded while he spoke. "at length?" she asked him. her father had spoken to her as well, perhaps it would have been better if they were in the same room. for a moment, the heir wondered if their father had told him something else. "what has he told you, dear brother?" she asked him. she never wished to be in cedric's place, she knew she was fit to be the lannister heir, but her brother seemed to have such a carefree life in comparison. he could do whatever he wanted and their father would remain proud of him. she finally let a sigh out while he spoke and she could feel a headache coming on. whatever rift between her family would need to be sorted out soon if they wanted to have any chance at obtaining the iron throne.
rope rough underhand, saera climbs down from the outlook with a practiced ease in the action — used to the motion with bow in palm, wild winds blowing tendrils from her braid, rain pelleting mercilessly against their face. their journey has been blessed with temperate weather, the drowned god kind in rodrik's oceanic christening. dark eyes soften at the sight of their boy tucked into the strength of his father's arm, plump cheek squished like a fresh roll out of the fire.
"business, i see," saera says with a wry smile, moving towards the pair, wiping their palms against her thighs. this kingsmoot was a rotted event, skewed and corrupt from the start. the details of it bored her, but she would suffer it for the lord reaper. peaceable for the moment, she joins the tableau. they hum, "tell me then, my lord."
erik let out a light laugh before turning to face her properly. she looked so beautiful, out here at sea. he caressed his sons hair and made sure he was still sleeping before he began speaking. "i'm not too sure how busy we will be and how many ears will be on us, but with my brother in attendance you might never know." he said with a small sigh. "i don't want there to be a fight between us but he is so unpredictable." he said, his mind slipping to the last time he saw him. the fight that ended in a death. erik refused to allow that to happen again. "i want us to appear like a united front, no matter what. if his wife disagrees with us, i do not want either of us to push her, same with torwyn. we do not want to make either of the more upset with us than they already are." he began. "i want it to look like they are the emotional ones, they are the ones who are too unpredictable to lead." erik continued. "i will be trying to resolve some of our issues with the harlaws when we arrive but..." he sighed and shook his head. "we might need to look elsewhere for allies." he admitted to her. erik glanced down at his son. he looked so peaceful and he wished he could trade places with him, just for a moment. erik did not like fighting with his brother, nor did he want to go against him for the throne... but torwyn left him no other choice. erik had to do this... he was given the seat and even though there was some small self doubt that snuck into his head, he was the right choice. despite that he wasn't the eldest. "what are your thoughts on this?" he asked his wife. "i want your opinions, my lady."
it was easy to slip between the smallfolk of king's landing, it always had been. for all the times daemian had found his way there — from growing up on claw isle and spending the better part of his youth traveling with his ser — the city had been a good place to get lost within. it had always been better to blend in with the smallfolk than it had been with anyone of higher status. here, amidst market stalls of kind, elderly women, cheery children, and men that gave daemian an ego boost about how well he could wield a sword, daemian could feel something akin to peace. not that peace ever lasted long in his life. something always needed to come out of the woodwork and bite him in the ass. that thing this time was a bundle of fabric, and before daemian could spin on his heel to give whoever had done that a piece of his mind, he is hearing his name fall from familiar lips and his body locks up, something it oft did not in the presence of a lannister. except this lannister, amongst the rest of them, he had not see in nearly a decade. daemian does not offer a smile, more of a grimace as he looks at her, a hand coming up to rub the back of his head where the bundle had smacked him. "ow?" is the first thing that comes from his mouth instead of what should have been a hello, mara, it is so good to see you — but, daemian had never been good at pleasantries, so he had hoped she did not expect that. "uh—" his brows furrow, at a loss for words because he truly did deserve to be hit again, he just did not wish to be. "because my handsome face compels you not to?" weak answer, and he knew for that he was probably going to be having another meeting with the bundle of fabric. "avoid you? where—" he scoffs, shaking his head, "where would you get such an idea?"
mara rolled her eyes. she did not have any time to get herself confused, especially when it involved daemian. she sighed and fought the urge to hit him again with her fabric.
she didn't want to mention that she had seen some of the things rosamund received from him because it would seem selfish. her sister deserved those things, that wasn't the point. it felt like daemian had forgot about her. she would never voice that to him, though. she shook her head and rolled her eyes again. "i'm not sure, perhaps it's the lack of communication." she shrugged. "you've been gone and not a single letter. how am i to know that you would be here?" she asked him as she narrowed her eyes at him. "how in the gods am i supposed to know if you were even alive?" she continued.
mara tightened the grip on her fabric. "you must have known you'd see me." she commented. "my whole family would be here, present company included." she told him. "it seems rather idiotic to assume otherwise... i have not known you to be idiotic, daemian." mara told him. "but i guess things change when you haven't seen someone in years..." she told him.
LOCATION: kings landing, the lannister's private quarters STATUS: closed ( @faatedones )
mara had made her way out of her own room, on a mission. she rarely asked much of her younger brother but this trip, she wanted him on his best behaviour. the lannister glanced around, trying to see if she coudl hear where her brother was. after a moment, the sounds of glasses caught her ears. she rolled her eyes and made her way towards the bar. she sighed loudly as she entered, which she hoped her brother heard. mara wanted a drink for herself, so she picked up the decanter of red wine and poured herself a glass. mara brought the glass to her lips and took a long sip. "cedric, we need to have a word." she stated. "i need to discuss the expectations of this trip, if father has not made them clear." she continued. she took another sip and waited for her brother. she loved him dearly, like she loved all of her siblings but he had formally situated himself alongside their father and sometimes, she wondered if he would be happier to have him as an heir. she would never voice this to either of them, of course but now that they were here, things would become difficult with the divide between them all.
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LOCATION: kings landing, the night of the feast STATUS: closed ( @valarrghulis )
mara had put on her favourite dress, the one she specifically packed for the night of the feast. she wanted everyone to know that she had arrived. in typical lannister fashion, it was gold and had an intricate design that took time and money. she saw to it... she even sewed a bit of it herself. she swirled around, making her presence known... mara smiled at everyone who crossed her path and even if they didn't want to speak to her, they looked at her... and that's all that mattered to the heir. she made her way towards the familiar face and her smile grew. "amerei." she said softly. "it's so lovely to see you, your dress looks absolutely divine. will you be sitting with your family this evening or can i steal you away for a drink or two?" she asked.
LOCATION: kings landing docks ... a day before the feast STATUS: closed ( @retrouviel )
erik had yet to see the ruling lady since the death of suho but that would not stop him from seeing seora. their friendship spanned the course of his entire life and he wanted nothing more than the rift between the two families to be mended again. he sighed as he approached the part of the dock that connected with the land when he spotted the familiar face. erik smiled and waved at the harlaw. "lady seora, you are looking lovely this evening." he said in a charming tone. "thank you for answering my letter." erik continued. "i have some tea ready on my ship, if you care to join me." he told her. "i wanted to discuss the kingsmoot..." erik paused. "and your sister." he admitted. he knew that this might not be appropriate but with them sailing to kings landing in a few days, erik wanted to do this before he left. he smiled at her and hoped seora would at least give him a chance, given everything between the two of them and their families.
