𝔖𝒆𝒂 𝔖𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆

@tideslord liked for a starter.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ THE EVENING quickly had progressed into night without him noticing, the candles burned down to but molten stumps, flickering light provided by the last strength their dwindling flames could muster barely enough still to illuminate the spot where he sat in the great library of driftmark.

still, lucerys could not yet leave the tome laid out on the table before him, detailing his grandsire's nine notorious voyages, head tilted into an elevated palm, fingertips absently tracing aching temples where a throbbing headache had settled — nothing new, but, this time, he was not entirely faultless, if the nigh-empty bottle of wine on the table was any indication. shoulders jerked vaguely as the weight of a hand suddenly was felt against one, weary brown eyes lifting to his grandsire, “ what happened in asshai? ”

he'd come to learn each of lucerys' haunts within the walls of high tide, more often than not locating him within the library's walls, reabsorbing the knowledge that corlys had helped introduce him to years earlier. he had learned, too, that his grandson was prone to losing track of time, finding him still awake long after the setting of the sun on more than one occasion.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ༄࿔ @tideslord.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ DRIFTMARK ALWAYS WAS QUIET, he'd learned that much since coming here and staying, but, today, something else had settled over the great fortress of high tide as well; anticipation, the weight of something approaching, palpable already before its arrival. he'd known today would be one of importance, of course he had, been told so much, and the rest he'd gathered himself. one so immersed in his own head so often picked up things in the silence he created around himself to better focus on those distorted, swimming notions that may yet reveal more of his past, saw things, heard things . . . but he had not known the true extent of that day's importance until his grandsire's summoning, until being informed that, today, he would rule over driftmark, and carry out negations regarding the blockade with the messenger that soon would be arriving from king's landing.

slow steps led further into the vast room, filled with the subtle chill that all of high tide seemed to carry, accompanied by the faint, salty tang of the sea, nigh possible to taste here, so very close to where the waves clashed against the tall rocks upon which the great alabaster fortress stood; all familiar sensations by now, bearing a sense of homeliness, inconceivable but months before, now a reality he woke up in day after day — slender, pale fingers brushed against the ancient driftwood seat, feeling the smoothened white bark, tracing one of the cracks the sea had left behind upon it long ago, following the length of it all the way to an indent the many years and natural wear had created. the seat of their ancestors, his ancestors — each time he saw it, he wondered about them, who they had been. he had studied the histories, of course, each and every one of them, twice, as a child and again as somebody who had no sense of who he was or how he stood in connection to them, these portraits of dozens of strangers wearing important titles and having countless great achievements to show, but the smudged ink of those old tomes gave away only so much. it still oft seemed unfathomable that he, too, would be written into those histories, had been already as the heir that would succeed the notorious seasnake. not so long, he'd woken from the darkness as a simple boy, nameless, half-dead . . . today, he stood here as second in line to rule over a realm, and, more significantly, as the very lord who would sit the driftwood throne and rule over not only house velaryon and the island of driftmark someday, but the seas.

and judging by his grandsire's words, today he would get a taste of that, a taste of what it truly entailed to be the lord of the tides, a taste of his future. today, he would be the lord of the tides.

his hand slipped off the wood as he straightened himself, settling against the blue fabric of his tunic at his front instead, “ you said my uncle would be coming . . . which one? ”

the decision to offer lucerys the chance to take the mantle of lord of the tides for a day had been simpler than perhaps some would expect, one borne from a night spent more in waking than sleeping, turning a great number of matters over in his mind and no longer able to turn to rhaenys to voice his thoughts and hear her own offered back to him. there were concerns that needed to be laid to rest, however, voices that needed to be silenced and there was little chance of achieving that without evidence, both of corlys' own belief in his grandson and the young man's capabilities, despite what he has gone through.

the greater burden lay upon proving his faith to lucerys himself. it had been relief enough when the silence between them had finally been broken, not with an attempt to turn down the titles that would one day be bestowed upon him, but an acceptance of that which had always been his to claim. if he had not already had such a great pride for his grandson, it would only have been solidified further watching his efforts to relearn all that he had once known, the hours spent poring over the histories of the velaryon line, the questions that followed, and the dedication to meeting expectations. but he knew there was a doubt within him, one that corlys' words had not managed to assuage, and would require some greater action if it were to diminish at all.

he watches him quietly from a few steps away, the driftwood throne not his to claim for the day. the feeling of sitting upon the worn seat once it were truly his own would mean far more than this day, as he knows well enough himself, but there is something in being entrusted with aiding in rule before the time comes that cannot be replicated.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 ༄࿔*·⋅ @tideslord. loosely inspired by this.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ THE FIRE BURNED LOW in the grate at the late hour, the flickering flames providing just enough light still to illuminate the faded pages of the old book laying open on luke's lap, not a history of his ancestors taken from the tall shelves of the library of high tide this time, but a volume detailing ancient superstitions and customs amongst seafarers he'd found at the far back of one of the shelves, coated thick with years worth of dust and debris, clearly not having been touched in a long while . . . it proved more interesting than it had seemed at first, and he nigh did not notice his grandsire's approach until the older man sat down on the sea green settee at his side, the faint dip of the cushions beneath him, at last, drawing the gaze of umber eyes away from the yellowed parchment and towards corlys. “ they say the sea either loves you enough to keep you or chews you up and spits out what little remains of you. ” he begins, quietly, glancing back to the brittle book balanced upon his knee, “ i did not die a velaryon's death, though i could have . . . did the sea not want me? ” though it is not voiced, the underlying question hovers between them — because i am not velaryon?

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

[ middle ] sender sticks their middle finger up at receiver

[ wave ] sender waves at receiver

[ come here ] sender gestures towards themselves, requesting receiver approach them

[ point ] sender points at receiver across a crowded room

[ cut it out ] sender makes a slashing motion across their throat with their hand, asking receiver to stop what they're doing

[ cross ] sender shows receiver their crossed fingers for good luck

[ nod ] sender nods at receiver to cue them into action

[ shake ] sender shakes their head at receiver to dissuade them from continuing an action

[ silence ] sender places their pointer finger over their lips, telling receiver to be quiet

[ direction ] sender points to another room/location, telling receiver to go there

[ both hands ] sender holds up both hands, palms facing receiver, to make them stop

[ chin ] sender flicks their hand under their chin at receiver in an offensive manner

[ pity wave ] sender gives receiver a pitiful wave

[ blow a kiss ] sender blows a kiss at receiver from a far distance

[ wink ] sender winks suggestively at receiver

[ key ] sender slides their pinched pointer and thumb fingers across their lips and "throws away the key" to show receiver they're keeping a secret

[ pray ] sender puts their hands together in a praying gesture as they silently plead with receiver

[ wipe ] sender wipes their brow in a gesture of relief after watching receiver do something risky

[ ear ] sender taps their ear, indicating they cannot hear what receiver is saying

[ watch ] sender taps their watch (or their watch wrist) indicating receiver is late

[ shrug ] sender overexaggerates a shrug to show receiver they don't know what's going on

[ salute ] sender salutes receiver

[ wave off ] sender frantically waves off receiver to tell them to go away or hide

[ thumbs up ] sender gives receiver a confident thumbs up

[ cover ] sender covers their own mouth with their hand and shows receiver - indicating something is wrong

[ thirsty ] sender pantomimes sipping on a drink, asking for receiver to get them something to drink

[ hungry ] sender pantomimes eating something, asking for receiver to get them something to eat

[ sleepy ] sender pantomimes sleeping on their hands, indicating they are tired

[ phone ] sender holds their hand up to their ear like a phone, asking receiver to answer their calls or look at their phone

[ write ] sender pantomimes writing something on their hand