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𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 ft. gerion lannister and arnolf stark

𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 , 30 , lord heir of lannisport .

the rival but more complicated . someone just as awful , ambitious and manipulative . they hold lots of disdain for each other , they've screwed over each other at the past multiple times , one always trying to outdo the other , to come up w the best next scheme . they play the game of cat mouse and have grown to enjoy it to the point they need each other . may team up once in a blue moon against a common enemy and they fucking slay <3 ( 0 / 1 )

someone gerion deems harmless . he's hurt them badly in the past / screwed them over and has moved on and forgotten about it , but they haven't . they're plotting his downfall tbh . he won't know where it hit him from ( 0 / 1 )

childhood friend or someone who knew him when he was a kid . you don't fool me . they remember the sweet kid he used to be and still believe he has that in him , aka that he's truly a decent person who's just gone down the wrong path of involving himself in westerosi politics and trying to be the perfect lannister son . they try to be a good influence on him . he likes to prove them wrong and gets mad when it doesn't work . but what if one day it works ? ( 0 / 1 )

besties please ( 0 / ? )

past flings / relationships . gerion is scared of commitment so it would've been purely for fun . ( 0 / ? )

𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠 , 27 , lord of winterfell .

bestie to almost lover . soulmates fr . northerner girl he grew up w or someone who was north a lot . one could never be seen without the other . always got teased about how they should get together already . lines def started getting blurry , but rn arnolf would be pulling away / attempting to bc he is betrothed and he is #honorable . things are messy tbh . friendship kinda ruined or ab to be ( 0 / 1 )

partner in crime / drinking buddy / fighting buddy / etc. maybe they met when ur muse visited the north or they met rn in king's landing and are already up to no good . bring out the worst out of each other but have developed a genuine friendship . ( 0 / 2 )

i haven't thought this out but i would love an enemy . they hate each other for reasons . it's on sight every time . ( 0 / 1 )

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with eldest brother by the crown prince's side , arnolf remained by sister in law's . signs of confusion upon his features clear up and now there is suspense instead ; already one of distrustful nature , lord stark was convinced more than ever the pack had to remain together . " that doesn't sound good . " stating out the obvious , he puts cup of ale to the side . " we must leave as soon as possible . i hope they will not attempt to hold theon here longer than necessary . "

' it appears not. ' shifting her weight from one foot to another, as if she's about to walk out, dafne only nods, the rest of her silk-like words remaining caught in her throat. instead, she lifts her goblet filled to the golden brim higher, pleased to have the younger stark by her side over anyone else . ' i wonder if they'll blame and ascribe this to someone else . all of this just makes me miss home even more. '

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" hmm . " lord stark hums , the severity of the situation only now becoming more clear to him . he held little care for the dragons and their endeavours in front of deitys that were not his , but any sort of deceit or blasphemy leaving a sour taste in his mouth . " they make fool of the gods above all . honorless . "

blank shock on faces was enough to send the chill of superstition down asha's spine, but those were not emotions nor thoughts that she would state out loud. liege greyjoy gripped their own mead in its elegant cup, mask up and fastened to the red - brown of her hair. " well, of course not. nor one of her doppelgängers. " blunt, harsh tones not personal to anyone, just expected from their person. refusing to raise their hand to toast. " and they have just made a great fool out of her and all who were watching. "

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gerion raises an eyebrow , as if an outrageous statement had been made in his presence . he finds nothing but sincerity painted on the other's features and for a moment lord lannister wishes to entertain what he considered as naivety . " we could only hope and dream , my lord . " quite the opposite of what he wanted , really , for what better than lack of stability in the dragon's den . " but we shall also prepare for the worst . may the gods protect us . "

open starter, a day after . 0/5

" The whole affair was... " Lord Rhys' head shakes and puzzlement wracks features into confusion; his brow scrunched, a small frown curved onto his face. Support was wavered in naive values, twisted in the plot like a cat in yarn. " wrong. ⸻ Do you suppose amends can be made? " Was it even an error? Head cants in thought, "Peacefully, I'd hope. " he added, his voice softening, harboring the fragile belief that peace was still forefront above all.

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there was something beautiful about the monstrosity of a throne the queen sat upon . gerion found himself watching from a far , with the hall almost empty as lieges walked in an out . left unnoticed for the most part , lannister turns abruptly at the sound of kin's voice . he cannot help the smirk that paints his features . " it is awfully romantic , cousin , is it not ? and hope is given to all the maidens around westeros - with enough determination anyone can marry the crown prince . "

closed  starter  :  lyonel  lannister  //  @solwinters  @oftroje  @heavnle  &  @rihtuals

the  morning  after  an  eventful  night,  lyonel  found  himself  wandering  the  red  keep.  his  fingers  fiddling  with  a  small  dagger  and  his  eyes  glaring  into  the  cobblestone  of  the  grounds.  the  events  of  last  night  made  him  wonder  if  the  mischief  that  had  been  caused  had  been  intentional   ⸻   if  the  essosi  princess  who  was  now  princess  of  dragonstone  had  always  thought  she  wanted  her  sister's  place.  he  could  understand  betrayal,  but  not  towards  blood. 

with  a  sigh  of  his  lips  he  turned  and  stood  in  the  doorway  entrance  of  the  throne  room.  "and  the  prince  gets  his  princess-"  lyonels  eyes  fell  upon  the  liege  before  him.  "perhaps  not  the  princess  we  all  believed  would  be  crowned  princess  of  dragonstone."

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celebrations had put gerion in an excellent mood , drunk off the silent chaos that ensued afterwards . oh , how he wished to be a fly in the wall at the next small council . all he could satisfy himself with as of now , though , was conversing with notable lieges , changing his own opinions and demeanor as a chameleon to get them talking . " i suppose . at least until her grace makes a statement . i , for one , would hate to be the object of her wrath at this moment . " although queen rhaena had kept her composure as expected , gerion could note the dragonfire beneath the lavender .

open starter (accepting replies)

Jonquil couldn’t help but walk the halls, flitting from place to place as quickly as their feet would allow. All they wanted to hear was everyone’s thoughts on the wedding, the hushed whispers and the opinions people wouldn’t dare speak too loud, lest the queen hear them. It was an incredible heist, she thought, a switch worthy of song. The wrong bride, the same dress. "I suppose it was childish, to think a royal wedding would not inspire such commotion. Though I doubt this was the intended conversation. Are we all to pretend that no switch happened, that this was the plan all along?"

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never one to be overly pious , lord lannister could still feel the uneasiness somewhere deep beneath his chest . his own home haunted by the ghosts of the crimson rain , perhaps they'd come all this way to haunt him . he had held his breath unintenionally . " that , or the calm before the storm . "

open starter ›› ft. trystane tyrell when: a day or two after the martial rites. status: accepting replies

queenly fury  was  not  to  be  underestimated. a mockery made not only of a sacred practice but valyrian household, but the law, both mortal and divine, spoke clearly. however, dutiful hues still traveled across the page, searching for anything that could aid her grace in the turmoil he sensed brewing. another tomb closed and set aside. trystane leaned back slightly in their chair, briefly basking like a cat in the sun's warmth.  ❝ at least the weather is pleasant. a good omen from the gods. ❞   the hopefully was left unspoken.

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closed starter . capped at ( 5 / 4 )

a beautiful ceremony it was , even arnolf had to admit , perhaps plentiful of ale in his blood lending a helping hand . he even raises a toast ( an excuse to drink more , really ) after a generous cheer when the sudden tense atmopshere becomes more than evident to lord stark . whispers and hushes follow , some reaching his ears . so arnolf stands there , ale in hand , eager to have it all , toast or not , but confusion paints his features . " so that was not princess adhika ? "

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lord lannister is caught off guard amongst curtains and tapestries of the dragons as a voice calls out to him . onyx orbs and black cat meet white cat in return , mirrors of each other , thus a spark is ignited . initial sense of surprise has worn off and gerion recovers , a hand leaned comfortably against crimson fabrics , demeanor relaxed and curiousity set aflame . " tonight's secrecy is merely an illusion , my lady . " it would all come to light eventually , that much gerion was sure of . for those who got that extra drop of bravery behind masks , at least . " but i have always been fond of games . "

@romanceur, @coldwindcoldwords, @shebambi+( 0 / 5 )

[...] It's extraordinarily easy to lose oneself in the fabrics of the keep when she wore her white furs and layers of silk just as heavy, but it was all part of the night wasn't it? A white cat stretches comfortably, wrapping her fur closer in around her so only the top of her mask showed, positioned in a way where she was even more concealed by the castle's hanging fabrics. A glint of something catches her eye, and a hand swats out fast but gentle enough to know she meant no harm. A feline smile, curled devious could elude to the fact that she was actually hoping to catch them off-guard, " Care for a moment's reprieve? " She tilts her cat mask in a way that invites trouble, the picture of anonymity; " I do think it peculiar that more secrecy is sought when we are all already hidden in plain sight. " She taps her mask, " but I'll play along, if you will ? "

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CHARLES MELTON

by Virgile Guinard

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" you and i both . " arnolf decides to help himself to said dornish red after all , fills up a goblet to the brim and raises it towards old friend before it is brought up to his lips . a bit too sweet for his taste , but it warms him up nicely . " speaking of brothers , we should probably save mine at some point - he enjoys southerners less far than yours . i think this is the tenth liege of the night attempting to talk his ear off . " eyes dart to theon across the hall , performing boresome ruling lord duties ; he'd kept an eye on all loved ones , or at least attempted to . focus shifts elsewhere though as arnolf notes his goblet to be already empty and refills it . it seems like there is some defrostation going on after all ; a bit hesitant at first , but lord stark had felt the urge to let it out , have someone to talk to . " i haven't told you . i am to be married soon . "

❝ you mistake me for another mormont , my lord . it's my brother who fits in well here , i , on the other hand , am failing miserably at it . ❞ a laugh vibrates in his chest as he sets down his goblet . had this been another day , he would go so far as beyond the wall to prove he was capable of everything , even changing his skin to be what the situation requires of him . the blood of the first men can never be taken out of him , they might as well try . ❝ what you're seeing is a culmination of downing dornish red and being ... selective about who i speak with . ❞ and instantly , the latter comes to an end , and the relief settles in as he was feeling less likely to control his mouth from speaking the way he usually does . the playfulness escapes , however , and rushes to his lips , along with an equally spirited smile . ❝ well , hurry along then , defrost it and so we may speak excessively as southron lords do . ❞

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no words are uttered for a while ; lord stark simply extends a hand to smack the behind of little brother's head . then they shall carry on as if nothing had happened . " mother is already pissed at me . whatever i have planned , you will take no part in . "

" shut up. " was all rickon could muster up in reponse after a few moments of silence, that along with balled up fisted landing on elder brother's shoulder. he reaches out towards full plates, enjoying himself some honeyed meat as well. " when are we to have some fun at last? i am growing bored out of my mind. "

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he had brought this upon himself , hadn't he ? forwardness in return of his own . set in one's ways , arnolf had decided to endure the feasts to the best of his abilities , counting the seconds to his return to winterfell . he'd already refused passing offers of dancing , so his first instinct is to repeat words that have left his mouth already - no chance , but the white rose now stood tall and confident , almost endearing as lips curve upwards beneath the chilling mask of an ice king . " oh , i do . i'm an excellent dancer , especially after a gallon of ale . " eyes dart between the rose and lively dance floor and so for the first time this evening the stark leaves his seat , an arm extended in offering . perhaps it was time he attempted courtesy . " my lady ? "

⟣ ─ ˑ 〃 ۫ 🪽 ❛ 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 — ❜ voice trembles with new - found confidence , see : roslin tully is a wallflower : a delicate thing standing in peripheries : longing , waiting . ❛ shall we join the floor ? ❜ tonight , the lady roslin is not in attendance . in her stead , the white rose stands : confident . the rose takes the suggested northern forwardness in stride . ❛ i do hope you dance better than you converse , my lord . ❜

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he might not enjoy the queen's festivities , but arnolf could admit her grace was more than generous when it came to food and drinks , so he helped himself to plenty of ale and honeyed meat . interrupted by little brother's arguments , the stark spares few words before he continues with one's chewing . " a half - wit is what you are . "

the feast was far from what rickon stark was used to or what he usually enjoyed, but ale and celebratory atmosphere helped untie young lord's tongue. masks or none at all, he wouldn't know half the people in this hall anyway, which made conversing somehow more enjoyable and thrilling. he raises an eyebrow at the other's remark; usually he would take offense, but now, it only intrigued him. " i would suggest you pick your words wisely. the sphinx is half-god, half-man, after all. "

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" you ought to believe me , lord bee , although our masks do a fine job of concealing identities , others are not so fortunate . " a lie , for gerion was ( to his pleasure ) able to recognize lord marbrand , he'd rather not reveal it , but instead indulge in dornish red and petty gossip . " every soul in the westerlands knows who actually fathered her child , but her lord husband . quite unfortunate . "

"   so   you   mean   to   tell   me   that   the   lord   over   there   is   the   actual   father   of   the   kid   ⸻   come   on,   it's   clearly   the   one   talking   in   hushed   whispers   to   the   mother   of   his   child   over   there   in   that   corner,   "   lorent   speaks   with   a   loose   tongue,   hand   gestating   to   all   thespians   mentioned   in   his   speech.

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳   .   .   .      𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀   (   four   /   𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋   )   𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌.

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𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         charles melton,  30,  cis man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  GERION  of  house  LANNISTER,  the  LORD  HEIR  of  LANNISPORT.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  CHARISMATIC  and  SELFISH  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  politics.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  cerulean waters crashing on rocky shores , fingers running through hair like silk , gold  embellished  armour  , knowing eyes that nothing gets past , hidden daggers , a pile of old parchments , secrets and feelings well-concealed , sleepless nights , the  calm  before  a  storm.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  LANNISTERS.         

stats :

name : gerion lannister age : 30 title : lord heir of lannisport date of birth : september 13th sexuality : pansexual languages spoken : common tongue, various dialects of low valyrian and trader's tongue religion : faith of the seven

height : 185cm hair colour : black eye colour : brown

father : tba lannister nee tba ( deceased ) mother : ruling lady cerenna lannister ( 55 ) siblings : tba lannister ( 25 - 26 ) , tba lannister ( 22 - 24 ) other : casterly rock lannisters ( cousins )

traits : charismatic , deceitful , gregarious , eloquent , adaptable , decadent , fanciful , hedonistic , cynical mbti : entp alignment : chaotic evil astro : virgo sun , gemini moon , leo rising

about :

eldest son , an heir , pride and joy you are supposed to be . you are full of light and love , your laughter echoes throughout the halls and the household says you are the ray of sunshine lady cerenna needed after so many tragedies . but she is cold and your warmth cannot reach her no matter how hard you try . the maesters and servants speak of your mother , of how she used to be , lannisport's delight , but you do not know that woman , the jovial one . all you know is stern words , looks of disdain and shivers at the mention of dragons . your aunts princess lelia and lady elissa haunt the halls of the castle , they have your mother's eyes but gentler . you catch mother finding comfort in their portraits , as if praying to them , for what are they but saints in this household ? and you are her warrior , carefully molded into what she wants you to be , you will be her vengeance , you shall give it to her because all you crave is to prove that you are worthy , that you are a lannister .

headcanons , personality & other :

mama lannister lost half her family ( including father and beloved sisters , one of whom was a targ princess ) in the crimson rain so gerion was raised on horror stories of the event , how the dragons must pay , etc . and he is so desperate for mother's approval that he is willing to bring down the targ dynasty down himself . feels the weight of generational trauma of ppl he never even met u feel

was a very happy , sensitive kid but that seems like a past life now . from time to time he gets this splurge of genuine feelings and he is like what the fuck is happening . i don't like that . please save me .

golden boy , was raised to do it all . can run a household , handles most of lannisport trades as of recently , can play the harp good enough to make the most hardened soldier cry , is a pleasure to have at all social events and feasts.. but beneath it all it feels so empty . it is merely a performance and it leaves him wanting more . he craves the state of chaos and danger . he is so close to self - sabotaging all the time .

he is so fun to be around . you will have the best time with him and then , he leaves in an instant ; either because he got what he wanted from you or he simply got bored and moved onto something better , because he is always craving the next best thing . or it was becoming dangerously real , breaking through his walls and carefully placed facade and he did not like that . he is so good at creating the false sense of intimacy that sometimes it can become real .

loves to show off at tourneys . loves attention in general .

has travelled almost all over westeros and parts of essos at this point . trading is merely an excuse , for connections and schemes are what's important . even going behind mother's back , lord gerion believes himself capable of doing what's best for the lannisters ( or perhaps himself ) .

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lips tug upwards into an amused smile , the presence of brother in everything but blood relaxing arnolf's demeanor , making him feel a little closer to home . " ah , perhaps we can make a southron lord out of you just yet . you fit in well . " more of a playful jape than an actual statement , the stark does not believe those words , for mormont was of the winter , as much as they come . " does not work for me. my tongue has yet to defrost . "

❝ no , but i know people who would find that hilarious . ❞ the mask has kept its end of the bargain , keeping his identity concealed for the most part of the night . his lord father would be delighted to hear that his son is doing his part , blending in well with the rest of the chattering nobles . and should he ask for proof , he will be directed to a witness not so far from home . ❝ i think it's the southern air that does it to us northerners , softens our tongues , the humidity makes it easier to speak as you did now . ❞