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“other than being abandoned? you mean?” aravis questioned sardonically, lady baratheon's laughter filling the air seconds later; her head shaking over the audacity and hard, cold fact that a man would always disappoint you. no matter the potential you saw in him. but she would rather swallow her hurt like poison than to admit she wasn't as nonchalant as she'd liked to be. though, if anyone could see through the armor it would be her sisters. “oh well, men are like dresses. eventually you’ll out grown them. speaking of gowns, we obviously need new ones.”

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        if  one  were  to  spot  the  two baratheon sisters sitting in the gardens, basking in the sun’s rays with seemingly no care in the world, they’d struggle finding even a hint that anything had occurred the night prior. that was until aranya sighed dramatically and looked over at aravis.        ❝  i hope your evening wasn’t as rudely interrupted as mine was.  ❞        she’d certainly hoped to have shared more than one dance with her betrothed before the celebration concluded, especially since the first dance had gone so well.

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aravis rubbed both temples in annoyance, completely over the fact that every grand event she ever graced her presence with; ended in disaster and death. lady baratheon finding the pattern cliché and absolutely draining mentally since no one needed the pile on of trauma continously. if this kept up, they'd all become as mad as aeder targaryen himself. with another sigh, aravis simply relinquished control over her dress; deeming that was no saving the haute couture gown. “the same thing we did in king's landing and winterfell—be miserable.”

open to everyone ☼ @reignrbs

ku had spent the past few hours since the attack desperately trying to clean his aureate clothes, with the limited tools at his disposal (mostly his own hands and fingernails). he hated the fact that he came out of it looking so beat-up. he could have and should have fought better in his efforts to help. but he was stuck here at sunspear. boredom, to him, was worse than pain or fear. "what are we supposed to do now?" he muttered, to no one in particular, though he hoped somebody with a good plan to pass the time would hear him and offer relief for his mounting restlessness.

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since attending the dornish wedding, all aravis had been subjected to is childish complaints, whining from stuck up nobles who couldn't be bothered to embrace a culture that wasn't their own. gods, how she was sick of it. lady baratheon swallowing another THEN GO HOME, DAMN IT. GO HOME! as her face maintained its ladylike beauty and composure. “you lack a sense of adventure, I see.” aravis commented, reaching for a kabob and eating it. mouth full of spice and other fragrant flavors.

𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨  ﹔  aravis baratheon， @sassyspiced​​．

when valeria begins a conversation she actually wants to participate in, agnar takes the opportunity to leave her side in search of sustenance. upon arriving at a table of food, however, he pauses rather than immediately choosing anything. 　“ all this variety and they couldn’t include anything recognizable. ”　 everything ornately displayed and seeming more fit for decoration than eating. 

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wnterreign​:

        truthfully,  lukas  would’ve  wore  the  outfit  regardless of the lady’s earlier comments but it was an added bonus, one that made his smirk widen. he quite liked the attention that he’d received this evening. however, when she reached out toward him, he gently grasped her wrist.        ❝  and who said you could touch?  ❞        he tilted his head, mischief dancing in his eyes.

she had to steady herself. aravis' already weak in the knees, trembling at the sight of his smirk. or so, that's how she felt, despite the casual behavior lady baratheon exuded. at sudden grip of her wrist, aravis drew closer; her body pressed against his, challenging lukas as only she could. “just testing my boundaries, lord harlaw. as any experienced sailor would.” she replied, mimicking his head tilt. “is that a problem?”

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she had yet to understand why anyone would willing move to king's landing. especially of their own free will. the capital filled with pestilence and ill mannered folk, according to lady baratheon. but as of late, aravis has kept her most scalding opinions for the people in her inner circle, choosing to facilitate peace instead of instigating trouble. this perhaps had to do with the fact, that for once, aravis was where she wanted to be for a mass gathering. “one that is finally up to my standards as high as they may be. sunspear is most certainly a playground I plan to enjoy.” aravis remarked with a haught.

addressed   to          :         aravis  baratheon   /   @sassyspiced​

a  native  of  the  stormlands  ,  the  baratheons  had  always  felt  more  important  a  house  to  aelora  than  any   of  the  royal  ones  —  that  is  ,  until  she  had  moved  to  king’s  landing  to  serve  reila  .  still  ,  the  young  swan  was  a  stormlander  above  all  ,  and  she  had  never  forgotten  her  manners  (  unless  you  were  a  family  member  ,  more  specifically  a  sibling  of  hers  )  in  all  her  twenty  and  two  years  .  “  lady  baratheon  ,  ”  she  smiles  softly  ,  “  quite  the  party  ,  don’t  you  think  ?  if  i  liked  parties  even  a  bit  ,  i’m  sure  i’d  be  enjoying  myself  greatly  .  ”  she  offers  a  shrug  .

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“why yes, I do.” aravis remarked with a wry grin, admiring the decor that surrounded both siblings. unlike the younger, aravis was all about drama and opulence, making sure every facet of her life was filled to the brim with it. “but knowing myself as well as I do, I shall wed on the high seas.” declared lady baratheon, chest puffed with pride.

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 : aravis baratheon ( @sassyspiced​​​​ )

 “  do  you  imagine  your  own  union  to  look  like  this  ?  it  seems  over  the  top  for  me.  ”  sarisa  was  dramatic  ,  flashy  ,  and  needy  ,  but  she  didn’t  wish  to  have  such  a  celebration.  too  many  insincere  people  and  fake  congratulations  for  her  to  last  the  night  without  mouthing  off.  sarisa  didn’t  have  the  best  filter  in  the  world  by  any  means.

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in the end, aravis had gotten her way (just as she predicted). lady baratheon wearing a grin that rivaled the crescent moon while he closed the distance between them. granted, aravis would have chosen another color besides the one he picked but she'd let it slide just this once. “I believe there is, lord harlaw.” aravis happily giggled, gently caressing lukas' jaw before her hand trailed lower.

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       ❝  lady  baratheon,  is  there  something  onmy face?  ❞        but his grin was knowing, a chuckle barely contained. it was very amusing the way eyes had followed him around since he’d entered the room, as if he was the only one who’d neglected a shirt with his outfit, given the warm weather he was surprised more lords hadn’t followed in suit, and his ego had only grown. so he couldn’t resist poking fun at her when he noticed how her eyes lingered,

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“did you expect me to remain still? you know that is not my style.” laughed aravis when greeted happily by aranya. a known fact that neither lady could fully settle, intent on heeding the call of adventure. whether it be on land or sea. with aravis preferring the latter since it was in her blood. “I have.” the younger of the pair remarked with a raised eyebrow. lady baratheon prepared for the bombardment of inquiries about her love life since sharing what occurred in winterfell with sarisa. anya was rarely out of the loop, the missing cog in the trifecta of powerful women from their house. “and you? up to no good as usual?”

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        ❝  there  you  are!  i  feel  i’ve  barely seen you since we arrived.  ❞        hardly a surprise when they both shared an adventurous spirit that oft pulled them in different directions - aravis looking toward the sea while anya kept to land, though recently the prospect of taking to the sky on dragonback at grown appealing. now, however, she was intent on stealing at least a few minutes of her sister’s time before she wandered off again. smiling brightly, anya linked their arms together.        ❝  you’ve been enjoying yourself, i hope?  ❞        a question about a certain pirate almost followed, her curiosity and hunger for the latest gossip almost getting the best of her, but talk of men could wait. 

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the sentiment is oddly familar, aravis already subjected to such passionate quips from none other than lukas harlaw. and yet, his face is not the one she's greeted with. aravis raising an eyebrow while listening to the greyjoy prince sour the mood. “ah yes, because the only people who know how to handle a threat are the ironborn.” she then remarks dully, reaching for a whiskey. if she has to hear this bullshit, she might as well be drunk.

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 : can be for any of yours ! ( @nyadakmartell​​​​​ )

 “  i  can’t  fault  the  martells  for  going  all  out  ,  it  helps  people  forget  about  those  silly  little  notes.  ”  he’d  been  amused  from  the  moment  all  the  chaos  started  ,  but  no  amount  of  food  ,  drink  ,  and  music  would  make  the  islander  forget.  a  kraken  could  always  focus  on  their  amusement  ,  and  that  was  all  the  threats  were  to  the  prince.

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stxrfclls​:

“  who  would  ever  feel  that  way  ?  ”  risa  asks  with  a  wrinkling  of  her  nose.  it  was  no  surprise  the  youngest  baratheon  had  no  intentions  of  wedding  anytime  soon,  nor  could  she  fathom  the  concept  of  liking  your  intended.  sunwoo  hadn’t  been  horrible  ,  but  even  then  she’d  had  no  desire  to  shackle  her  life  to  his.  and  now  he  was  to  marry  a  princess,  worked  out  quite  well  for  him.  “  i’m  simply  pleased  to  be  in  dorne  once  more.  ”  insists  the  younger  sister  with  a  small  laugh  and  eye  roll.  sarisa  nods  ,  wondering  how  serious  things  are  and  if  her  sister  will  leave  dorne  with  a  future  spouse.  “  dorne  can  be  known  to  work  wonders.  ”

“people in love, which believe me, I know is foreign concept to you but it does happen and quite often.” aravis declared with haught, eyes rolling in judgment towards her younger sibling. lady baratheon aware that the only thing sarisa loved was her freedom and the occasional fight. the youngest of the brood clearly having a long way to go. they all did, in some shape or another. “as I am, sister.” aravis beamed with glee, preening underneath the dornish sun. her skin glistening, looking like every bit of flawless as usual. “and I can't wait.”

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wnterreign​:

        ❝  pity.  you’d  rule  better  than  any  of those mad targaryens.  ❞        then again it was fun watching their king run his kingdom into the ground. he sighed dramatically.        ❝  nothing, i hope. i’m perfectly content with my clothes.  ❞        he knew her far too well at this point, however. he should’ve never agreed to this outing. still, he continued,        ❝  and if you think you’re getting me into any dornish garb you’re gravely mistaken.  ❞

“you think so highly of me, lord harlaw. I'm flattered, even if you utter these compliments as provocation.” aravis teased, humoring the idea of handling such responsibility. leadership had always suited the lady but aravis had no desire to reside anywhere that would hinder her travels and dreams. they knew each other far too well, aravis rolling her eyes at his defiance while trying to ease him into new cultures. stubborn as the sea but that's what she liked about lukas. “are you telling me, I won't be able to see your bare chest? how disappointing.”

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ruinovs​:

          the  expression  on  her  features  turned  quizzical,  sweeping  a  glance  around  before  the  realization  connected.  “  please,  just  call  me  sharra.  ”  a  smile  touched  her  lips  as  she  gestured  for  oberyn  to  move  closer,  the  two  of  them  making  room  for  aravis  to  join  them.  “  would  you  like  something  to  drink  ?  the  hands  just  replenished  the  juices,  but  if  you’d  like  something  else  they’ll  be  back  around  soon.  ”  given  that  sharra  wasn’t  used  to  the  dornish  heat  yet,  she’d  been  drinking  goblets  full  of  juice  and  water  at  a  rapid  pace.    

a haughty expression quietly morphs on her face. lady baratheon amused by the martell princess and her apparent struggle with her newfound status. aravis once again reminded that some do marry for love and not for lofty ambition. although, if aravis had things her way, she'd have them both. because it was rightly deserved. “pleasure to meet you, sharra. I'm aravis.” the lady of storm’s end remarked, offering her own pleasantries as she moved to sit next to the pair. “yes, please.” answered aravis, helping herself to the refreshments with glee. “and how have you been enjoying dorne, sharra?”

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vencmovs​:

“please, do tell me some of your latest adventures at sea. i’ve been awfully bored these past few months in the north.” he gives her a smile, trying to obviate the reason why he was in the north these past months in the first place. he takes a sip from his glass of lemon water, the sourness enough to keep him somewhat in higher spirits. he had no doubt that the other could notice his change, he’d lost much weight, his skin wasn’t glowing and his smile had a tint of sadness to it. but he’d avoid the topic as much as he could, he didn’t want to get anyone’s pity  “i’ve been doing well. sadly, i couldn’t sail the seas these past months. i would’ve loved to witness you being a dashing, fearful, pirate”

she had her questions, aravis unable to silence her rampant curiosity over axel's whereabouts and diminished appearance. she'd figured lord tully would return to riverrun with the rest of his siblings and acquaintances as anyone would with common sense should. “I would assume so, spending much of your free time surrounded by grey slush and ice—how dreadful.” aravis commented boredom before offering a playful smirk. “as opposed to yours truly, who has been sailing all along the summer isles. jhala especially, speaking summer tongue and steering swan ships of my own. are you jealous?” lady baratheon chuckled with pride, not yet calling axel out on his bullshit. “maybe one day you will.”

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wnterreign​:

        he  rolled  his  eyes.        ❝  i  don’t  recall you becoming a princess.  ❞        the fact that so far she hadn’t thrown a fit in response to his teasings only made him more inclined to continue. not that he would’ve stopped even if she, like many others, had been bothered. ruffling feather was equally as amusing as playful banter. he scoffed.        ❝  some of my clothes do have color. i have a tunic that has some red accents.  ❞        nothing as bright as what she likely had in mind or what he’d seen the dornish wearing.

“oh, I have no intention on becoming one. gave that ambition up long ago.” aravis scoffed, mimicking lukas' eye roll, albeit more dramatically. besides, lady baratheon had her own goals in mind. like, becoming queen of the pirates. hence all that time spent in the summer isles, garnering experience and relations for when she helmed her own crew. “accents, he says. as if we're supposed to be impressed. oh, what am I ever to do with you?”

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Very well, what say you Captain Swann, king of the Brethren Court? (requested by anonymous)

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: At World’s End (2007) dir. Gore Verbinski 

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stxrfclls​:

 “  well  the  betrothals  were  only  just  announced.  ”  but  things  moved  fast  ,  their  world  was  progressing  by  each  turn  of  the  moon  and  it  seemed  wedding  season  was  in  full  swing.  sarisa  was  glad  her  name  was  not  on  the  list.  “  it  had  nothing  to  do  with  him.  ”  she  offers  with  a  laugh  ,  having  enjoyed  her  time  in  essos  but  dorne  was  always  where  she  felt  the  most  at  home.  having  an  invitation  to  come  once  more  ?  she  couldn’t  deny  it.  “  i  require  updates  ,  frequent  ones.  your  love  life  is  more  active  than  my  own.  ”  because  she  actively  avoided  that  four  letter  word.  but  that  was  besides  the  point.

“that tends to happen when you actually like the person you're destined to marry.” aravis laughed, shoulders shaking with mirth while teasing sarisa. not as if she had any room to talk. aravis had broken plenty betrothals herself. but maybe one day, she'd meet someone whose offer she couldn't refuse. “so you say.” aravis continued, nudging her sister's arm with her elbow. sarisa had been drawn to dorne like she, the summer isles. a calling that one couldn't ignore, no matter where you traveled. “I have not been proposed, if that's what you're wondering. but things are progressing nicely with lord harlaw. hopefully, the heat will push our timing forward.” aravis winked before cackling loudly.

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her movements are startled. aravis surprised by axel's unkempt appearance, far from the debonair man she had met months ago. she opens her mouth to inquire about the haggard look on his face but deems it inappropriate. aravis not wanting to offend one of the few people she meshed with. “lord tully, it is so nice to see you and yes, I can happily report that I'm on my way to becoming the most dashing pirate in all of westeros. and how have you been?” lady baratheon questioned, unable to stop motioning to his face.

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he’s glad to see the other again, if his memory did not fail him, he remembered the lady and her dreams of sailing and taking over the seas had entertained him very much when they were all in the north. he was impressed by her courage and daring attitude “lady aravis” he greets her, wide smile as he catches up to the other “how did you spend your break? achieved your dream of becoming a pirate?”