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ooc : wow in all actuality i promise to be back soon i'm so sorry omggggg but if anyone wants to do a thing with shireen/ravella/trystane or if we have plotted something OR if you have replied to me and i haven't gotten back to it, please lemme know ok

#type : ooc post #!ooc : !!!!! sorry friends omg

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Despite her earlier misgivings, Shireen was glad that Miss Melisandre seemed sympathetic to her worries. It was very difficult, not knowing where he went or if he was going to come back in one piece, now that she understood the severity of death. It had always been hanging over her head, given her illness and weak physical state, but Shireen found that she dreaded having the thought of losing her parents more than she cared about herself. "I would call or message him more often, if I knew it wouldn't be a bother for him to go through them."

Did he even go through his messages? Or did he have someone weed out the important ones from the nonsensical ones?

Her hands clasped tightly over her knees. If there was anyone who'd be able to help her, it would be Miss Melisandre. She carried some authority around this place, after all. Shireen would have gone to Davos, mostly because she was more comfortable with him than she was with the Red Woman, but the constant worry of being babied was there as well. It would be safer, smarter even, to go to someone she didn't know, to be evaluated professionally.

"Do you, really?" A wide grin stretched across her features, brightening her eyes and making her seem like an entirely different person from the girl that had been slouched over herself, unsure and worried. Her smile dropped, momentarily, at the mention of her mother and she couldn't help but rub the back of her neck as she tried to figure out a way to explain it.

It wasn't like her mother had said no. 

"Well, she didn't want me serving tables, that's for sure. But I guess, if I got a job here, it wouldn't be too much of a problem. The nurses are near by if anything goes wrong and mother is right upstairs, after all." Not to mention Selyse also got her own office downstairs. It would be like working with her mother, now that Shireen thought more into it.

the window shade, the nursing aid || closed to melisandre rodbrann (september 28th)

#thread : the window shade; the nursing aid #type : prose log #character : melisandre #tw : death #!ooc : just to be safe owo

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Her fingers gripped the back of the chair that was offered tightly, a moments hesitation, the brief but inevitable reasoning that maybe she could weasel her way out of this, before Shireen grasped at her senses, shaking some courage back into herself. There was no reason to fear, not when Miss Melisandre seemed otherwise unoccupied and welcoming. The smile that she returned was a little bit sheepish, as though she was embarrassing by her display of timidness. 

"Thank you." Her tone is polite, soft and otherwise considered professional if not for the way she sat, slouched over and curved into herself. It wasn't that Shireen was unsure. Making herself smaller than she already was had been programmed into her system, but she had been born to be something more than just a scared little girl. Making the transaction between her childhood and the world of adults before was proving to be difficult, however, and her mother's warm fussing, though annoying, was now seen as a temptation. 

Just another month, to feel a little bit better. Shireen could wait, but a lot could happen in a month.

Steeling her words, she clasped her hands forward on her lap, back straight but not uncomfortable. "I still do worry. I'm sure you understand." What would her mother say, if she knew what Shireen was about to ask? "Is there anything I can do to help? I...I've already graduated and...There had been talks of getting a job." Here, she swallowed a sigh, remembering the brief disagreement she had with the doctors and then her mother. "I was just wondering if there was anything around here that I could assist with." She knew she was coming off a little bit desperate, but Shireen itched for a small bit of freedom. And if freedom meant being closer to her father, it just made things all the more sweeter. 

the window shade, the nursing aid || closed to melisandre rodbrann (september 28th)

#character : melisandre #thread : the window shade; the nursing aid #type : prose log

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There was no feeling of unease that came from being in a room with a stranger who would not even give her true name, something that surprised Shireen, who always thought of herself as a worrier. Perhaps that worry only extended over her family, and not herself. The woman didn't seem to recognize Shireen's face or even her first name, and though she was still unsure of Rhae was a nickname or a false name altogether, she wasn't too worried about it.

"It has been getting colder recently. Been gloomy all day as well, but hopefully it won't start pouring until later." Going home in the rain would be a hassle, she knew. Clasping her hands together in front of her stomach, she followed Rhae as the woman walked around, observing the works of art with an assessing eye. "Thank you. I've been painting since I was a child, really, but this is my first time displaying them publicly." It had started off as a childish game, but art was the only thing that made sense nowadays and that was too precious to let go. 

She had been expecting the question. A few people that had walked in earlier had sounded questions regarding her age and how young she was, subtly trying to move the conversation towards discussions of how she came by the money to fund this display, but none were so bold as Rhae. It was...refreshing, and a little bit of a shock, throwing Shireen off her calm, indifferent display. "I...Well, my father signed the check." She never meant to come off as a spoiled, rich girl, but it was difficult to come by her own means of paying when her mother refused to even discuss job possibilities. "But my mother was the one I needed to convince. This is the closest open space we could find, that was nearer to home."

only as young as the minute is || closed to rhaenys targaryen (october 1st)

#!ooc : ooo yes his work is lovely! and a lot like what i had headcanon-ed for shireen actually uwu #character : rhaenys targaryen #type : prose log #thread : only as young as the minute is

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!ooc : whispers i know i owe people on both shireen and trystane but it's my cousin's birthday on saturday so it's late shopping + party planning until then gomen friends

#type : ooc post #replies will resume on sunday i promise #kisses all of u

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There was hesitation gathering in between her brows, into a furrow that deepened and then smoothed out into an uneasy smile. It wasn't that she didn't trust Miss Melisandre. Shireen wasn't quite sure what the woman did for her father, but there had been times of jealousy, when she mourned the fact that the Red Woman saw more of her father than Shireen did in all her years of living. An exaggeration, perhaps, but it felt like the truth and those were the times that fueled her to try and be more active in her father's business. Still, the government was no place for a young girl to start off with, especially because of something as silly as worry. 

If she wanted to get closer to her father, she would first have to get closer to Miss Melisandre, perhaps even convince her to accept an internship. Shireen could just sound the question to her father or even to her mother (though the latter would need more convincing), but she wanted to do this on her own. She wanted to know if she had potential to make her father proud.

With those thoughts in mind, she inhaled shakily, fingers gripping the soft material of her shirt between sweaty fists as she took a step forward, shoes sinking into plush carpet. Immediately she feels out of place, like a child playing at an adult's game. Perhaps it was because she was still a child, still dressed as one, someone who still used crayons on the rare occasion. Forcing herself to push those thoughts away, she took a few more steps until she stood in front of Miss Melisandre's desk, back straight and hands rigid by the side of her body. 

"I...I hope I'm not interrupting." Her voice carried out stronger than she had expected, and that was enough to make her relax, just slightly. A smile, hesitant and unsure, curved at the corners of her lips. "I just noticed the...red. And...I was just worried about my father. He seemed out of sorts during dinner." A little distracted, perhaps, only to be swept away to another meeting. "Is everything alright?"

the window shade, the nursing aid || closed to melisandre rodbrann (september 28th)

#type : prose log #thread : the window shade; the nursing aid #character : melisandre

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There was something familiar about the girl that sparked Shireen's curiosity, and she wasn't sure if it was the blatant usage of a nickname or even an alias or if it was just because amidst all frantic news watching for anything involving her father, the face had appeared every so often. Still, Shireen hardly payed attention to the news unless it had something to do with her father, so she passed it off as just recognizing a few familiar features in her and perhaps mistaking her for one of the Martells. 

Shireen carried herself with a certain pride, evident by the tilt of her chin and easy smile on her face. If the woman was part of an important family, Shireen would have recognized her. Instead she carried herself with slight hesitation and after a moments while, Shireen realized that perhaps that was because of her foreign accent. A newcomer to London would definitely be intimidated by the surroundings. Even Shireen still found herself getting lost every now and then.

"Well, Rhae..." The smile on her face did not dim, though there is a glint of curiosity in her eyes that perhaps speaks volumes to one who knows where to look. I know you're lying, she wanted to say, but common courtesy stills her tongue. "Curious passerby or not, would you like to take a look around? There aren't that many people here, obviously." She allowed a bit of disappoint to color her voice before her head perked up again. She had to keep up the professional act. Even a curious passerby could be a secret art geek. "But that just gives us more time to explore, wouldn't you say?" 

There is a brief worry, that perhaps she was coming off too much like someone trying to sell something, so she took a deep inhale, smile coming out a little bit softer now, more genuine than practiced. "Sorry, this is my first art display, I'm not entirely sure what to do." Her shoulders slouch slightly, giving a hint to her nervousness. "What drew you in?"

only as young as the minute is || closed to rhaenys targaryen (october 1st)

#thread : only as young as the minute is #type : prose log #character : rhaenys targaryen

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character: shireen baratheon (bio) affiliations: baratheons taissa farmiga

#type : ooc post #type : information #!ooc : uwu shireennnnnn

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only as young as the minute is || closed to rhaenys targaryen (october 1st)

The final days leading up to her art studio exhibition had been a little bit busier than usual, so Shireen had little time to handle the arrangement of paintings. Not that the nurses would ever let her lift anything heavier than her own weight, which, together with the frames, some paintings were. Rubbing a tired hand down the side of her face, she leaned against the cool white wall, staring at the door, transparent with the lights shining on, so as to draw people in. Perhaps she should have made a rather large sign with her name on it, but Shireen wanted people to come in because they were interested in the paintings, not because they were interested in who her father was. A few did come in, one even expressed an interest in buying a few, but promised to returned.

She didn't want to keep him to that promise. 

Turning away from the door (it only made her sigh and she was getting a little bit out of breath), Shireen kicked her feet against the polished wooden flooring, almost slipping for a moment had it not been for her hand against the window. When she stepped away, there was an imprint of her palm against the glass, rivaling many of the paintings inside. There were a few people who were supposed important, coming tonight, but with the weather, Shireen made sure to keep her hopes low. 

Fingers reaching up to adjust the positioning of the painting, the sound of someone greeting a new comer, the door creaking only slightly, made her smile. Ready yourself now, Shireen. Stop acting like someone poured water on you. Making sure her smile wasn't too big, teethy and childish, or too small and insincere, she turned around, eyes assessing the woman. She looked familiar, but not too familiar that Shireen immediately knew which family to connect her too. Martells, maybe, since there was something in the news about them. 

Or was that a few weeks ago?

"Hello, please come in. It's a little chilly outside, I'm sorry." Her tone was soft, a little raspy because of her dry throat, but nothing too obvious. "I'm Shireen. Curious passerby, I'm assuming?" With the near empty state of the little studio, even a curious bum would have been something.

#character : rhaenys targaryen #type : thread #blood and glory threads #thread : only as young as the minute is

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the window shade, the nursing aid || closed to melisandre rodbrann (september 28th)

Despite assuring the on-duty nurses that she was feeling very well (even if that was somewhat of a partial lie), two of them insisted on following her around for the day, much to her displeasure. Still, Shireen knew how to evade them for a while without making it seem as though she was running away, though the nattering was getting a little tiring on her ears. Nothing exciting had happened and though Shireen wasn't quite surprised when her father breezed through dinner only to be lead away to another meeting, she was feeling a little bit shunned. 

Brushing it off as just the blues from being kept up inside her room and the upstairs of Downing for so long, she made the quiet trip downstairs, sitting in one of the waiting rooms, feet kicking slightly and scuffing the carpet. Perhaps she would be able to find the courage to go looking for her father, but for now, Shireen was seemingly content with staring at her hands.

It wasn't like there was anything she could do to help, though she wished it were different. Painting and arguing about childish things, that was all she had ever been good at. Before she could wallow deeper into her self-assessment (which would eventually just lead to her dragging her feet back up to her rooms, worrying that she would just be a waste of time), a flash of red caught her gaze and she glanced up, back straightening as she stared out the open door. A pause, accompanied by a deep inhale, before she got to her feet and took a few quick steps to the corridor, peering tentatively from the door. "Miss Melisandre?" 

#blood and glory threads #type : prose log #character : melisandre #thread : the window shade; the nursing aid

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!ooc : yAH just putting this out there, but i got a new skype (hover over this yah wow much fancy)!!! so add me if u want (threatening meows) and poke me if u want to thread / plot with trystane or shireen yah 

#type : ooc post #also wow wanna pick up new character but must show restrain #(lol who am i kidding i got no restrain pained laughter)

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[ There is a wildness to Rickon that makes Shireen second guess each word. Something that excites her but worries her at the same time. She has never met anyone quite like him, so difficult to guess and pin point. He was just a boy, boys were not met to get so complicated yet. He should have been easy to figure out, but besides his dog and the bike thing that he had received for his birthday (and she remembered, she always did for the little things), Shireen wasn't quite sure what he was interested in.

Not school, that was for sure, something that she agreed with wholeheartedly, though perhaps for different reasons. 

She taps her fingers on the keys, not really pressing, the constant clicking sound filling the air, along with the slight wheeze of her sleeping dog. ]

message : uwu okay okay, hold on :3 lemme shut the door so no one thinks i'm talking to myself.

[ The door is already shut, but she takes the moment to gather her thoughts. What would they talk about? She would have to be careful not to accidentally upset him. Still, a silly smile curved at the corners of her lips and she kicked her feet lightly, mumbling a soft apology when dull nails dug into the back of her skin. ]

message : k, back! pressing video call in...

message : 3

message : 2

message : 1!

[ She shuts her eyes and presses the button, waiting for the screen to clear up. ]

skype chat/call → shireen (29 september 2012)

#character : rickon stark #type : dialogue

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#type : pb photo #ooc : her smileeeee wahhhh

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[ It's been two days, and Shireen is honestly quite surprised by how easily her life falls back into place after talking to Rickon. There is the constant worry for him, naturally, that accompanies her thoughts for her father and mother. She isn't quite sure when Rickon became that important, but despite everything, he was still a friend. There had been many moments where her finger hovered over the chat box in Skype, but there is being a friend and there is intruding.

Shireen doesn't want to cross the line. She doesn't want to lose another friend. 

She is lying on the bed, small white Pomeranian that fits perfectly on top of her stomach, curled up in a little ball. A small weight that is warm and reassuring. The dog huffs softly at the opened laptop by her side table and she grumbles, lifting her head up only slightly before she does a double take. There is a yellow highlight on her open Skype tab and she sits up quickly, fumbling with the wires for a moment before she settles with positioning it on top of her pillows, lying on her stomach with the dog settling down on the small of her back. ]

message : hey! yeah, i'm here :) 

[ The smiley looks almost too much, but she doesn't know what else to use. What was appropriate text language for someone who just lost his father? ] 

message : you wanna video call or is this a quick hi bye poke?

skype chat/call → shireen (29 september 2012)

[He swivels the chair around, taps his fingers against the surface of the desk in front of him. Shaggy is sleeping by his foot, and he’s got his phone laying beside his laptop. Shireen’s last message is open. 

skype sounds good, she tells him, poke me on FB when you’re free! He’s been free — for the past two days since they’ve spoken, texted, rather. He’s been free for the past month, the past… several months. He can’t quite figure out when time began to stop mattering. He think it’s when his father died. He thinks it’s when Bran fell. He think it’s when he was kicked out of school.

Skype is open. There’s the little green bubble next to Shireen’s name and he hesitates before clicking on to it. Shaggy stands up from the floor, and rests his head on Rickon’s lap. Shut up, he mutters to Shaggy and begins typing]

message: Hey, u around?

[He waits. Hopes that she is. (Partially hopes that she isn’t either. He’s not sure how to talk to someone yet, after everything)

It would be embarassing if she wasn’t.]

#character : rickon stark #type : dialogue

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Storm's End had been her escape as a child, an occasional trip once every three months to check up on old Mister Cressen always left Shireen with wistful sighs on the way home. The place had been lined up with photographs and paintings, but her favorite had to be the one with her grandmother in it, smiling at someone off-camera. It was fun to imagine the possible scenarios and Cressen always had a different story to tell her whenever she found him.

One memory that stood out in particular had started with a rough day at school. She knew that compared to all the other girls in her class, Shireen actually looked rather weird. Thick eyebrows and wide eyes constantly in a state of surprise, sharp nose and thin face. She didn't have the dimpled cheeks that her classmates had and the teasing had been rather hurtful that day. 

She sat quietly the whole drive to Storm's End, tugging Cressen's wrinkled hand when her father turned away. Am I ugly when I smile?, she had asked him, making sure no one else heard her. She knew mother would make a fuss (she always made a fuss). The old man had paused to think, Shireen's eyes had widened almost comically before she frowned as he whispered in her ear. 

Of course not, he said. You have your grandmother's smile.

She wondered what he would say now, watching her flustered over words and stare at her toes. The gentle graze of her father's fingers against her cheek startled her out of her thoughts and she glanced up, slowly, to stare at him. He was never a very affectionate sort of father, replacing the routine hugs and kisses with head pats and heavy hands on shoulders. That was familiar, comforting. This was foreign and a little bit surprisingly, but Shireen felt the corners of her lips lift up in a small smile. 

"Promise you won't overreact." she said lightly, staring up at him, both brows raised. Shireen inhaled softly, released in a slow breath that helped to calm her down and shrugged to give off the air of nonchalance that she did not possess. "Aunt Cersei stopped to give me a ride back. We spoke about...I asked her why you didn't like her." As much as she wanted to brush it aside, Shireen knew she had to tell her father everything. 

i still keep my baby teeth // shireen & stannis // september 24th, evening

#type : prose log #character : stannis baratheon #thread : i still keep my baby teeth

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Message : i wasn't supposed to sen

Message : rickon u r the actual worse omg

Message : omg yes uwu

Message : yeah, skype sounds good! poke me on FB when you're free :3 

Message : that does not look like a butt come on

text message → rickon {september 27th}

#type : text message #character : rickon stark

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Message : if you say so! i'll still worry tho, i'm a worrier

Message : take care

Message : talk to u soon! <3

text message → rickon {september 27th}

#type : text message #character : rickon stark #{ insert dumb heart emoticon here }