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slvrwlf · 2 years

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starter for @warsmade ( willas ) !

Not a rare sight it is, for the hightower lady to be sidling around the market amongst the other patrons. however, it is unique in the fact that she is by her lonesome this visit. her reasoning ? she lacked the time to request a guard to accompany her. raven - colored curls are hidden beneath the hood of her cloak, nimble fingers trailing along an array of fabrics, all the while a common man lurks much too close.

And suddenly, the man is quick to tug the sack of coin she’d been housing in her right hand. though, cat - like reflexes prompt the lady to tighten her own grip on the worn leather. “ Unhand it, ” she commands, but there’s no let up. “ Unhand it. Immediately ! ” cue a final, harsh tug of her own. this one, causing the leather to split and spill coin onto the streets. the sound of guardsmen marching and hoofs against stoned streets approaching signals the civilians to move aside. and just as the perpetrator began to quickly gather her coin, she perceives this as an opportunity.

A foot slyly extends, giving the offender a shove, causing him to fall onto fours in the street. the clearly noble procession is brought to a sudden halt, hoofs and carriage wheels screeching to a stop as the man suddenly obstructs their path. a discontented sigh is emitted, though, not audible to those around her. instantaneously, a head merely peaks from the window of the coach and upon her realization of who it is, the cloak is pulled tighter against her cheeks and she turns from the scene that she’d caused.

#* | 𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘭𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 ﹠ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 . .#w . willas .#violence tw #not rlly ?#also pls pls do not feel like u need to match length #omg i was j tryna set the scene #< 3

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slvrwlf · 2 years

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𝖋𝖙. 𝘺𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 , 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘢 .

trystane allyrion 〉 @rosethrned, closed starter

narisa could not have been gone for more than a handful of minutes when she comes back to silent chambers, no longer the cries of a three month old baby echoing inside the walls. instead, she only finds trystane, standing over the crib, looking down at a now sleeping babe. setting the plate of food narisa had gone to get for both of them, trying to make as little noise as possible, she then makes her way to trystane, slowly wrapping her arms around his waist as their chin finds his shoulder. “you managed to get her to sleep, already?” they ask before planting a soft kiss on trystane’s cheek. then, for a moment, they merely look at young ashara, peacefully sleeping through whispered words. “i am certain you have a magic touch or something of the like.”

New to the trials and tribulations of fatherhood, for the dornish lord, lulling the infant to sleep had felt like an eternity. and when the other returns, the cries had just ceased. gratefully, the warmth that their embrace provides is enough to release the tension that his muscles hold, hands moving to cup theirs and offer a gentle squeeze. “ Ah, i could only wish that the gods would be so gracious enough to bless me with such a gift. ” and he truly meant that. a thumb then swipes across the infant’s head, as if to tell the sleeping child goodnight one last time. “ I really believe she simply tired herself out. ” the comment is made, and then his head turns to press a tender kiss to their temple. “ Come, my sun. let us eat, you must be starving. ”

#* | 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯 ﹠ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 . .#w . narisa .#< 3

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#* | 𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘭𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 ﹠ 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 . .#new fc <33 #flashing gif tw

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𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 , 𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 .

She felt suffocated, and she knew that it was all in her mind but she found solace in being on the balcony. Plus, she managed to grab some food before heading out. “I have to give this land credit, their food is amazing” she smiled, placing a hand on her cheek as she savoured the food. Hearing footsteps, she quickly turned around and curtsied, “hello” she smiled, “it looks as though I now have company”

“ 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 taste buds were piqued by the food . . ” the raven - haired lady begins, “ you must try the wine . ” cue the faint up turning of lips, as she’s raising a goblet filled with the red - colored liquid to them . “ the dornish could only dream of having a wine as flavorful . have you been able to try it, lady . . ? ”