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a  single,  golden  brow  arched.  were his mood not so sour he might've chuckled at the ridiculousness of one of the statements.  ❝  i thought you knew me better, cousin. ❞   pausing, calyx took a longer drink, nearly draining the contents of his glass.  ❝  fomo is for the rest of the populace. i'm here because mother requested my siblings and i all be present. ❞   a request from the queen was hardly one at all. calyx rolled his eyes, lips twitching a fraction upwards.  ❝  there is certainly far worst company here. ❞

expensive  shades  pushed  atop  her  head  ,  the  blonde  grins  up  at  her  cousin  and  the  offered  drink .   ❛   you  know  me  so  well  ,  calyx .  ❜   glass  raised  to  lips  ,  the  champagne  was  savoured  .  ❛   but  of  course  it's  cold  ,  its  the  fucking  north  ,  what  did  you  expect  ?  besides  you  didn't  have  to  come ,   it  was  your  fomo  that  dragged  you  here  –  but  look  on  the  bright  side ... ❜  rhaenys  trailed  to  sip  once  more  from  the  crystal  glass  ,  ❛  at  least  you  get  to  spend  time  with  me ,  what  better  gift  could  you  possibly  have  hoped  for ?  ❜

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fire  surged  within,  upper  lip  curling into a snarl after shock has passed, as prince searched for culprit. only for valyrian hues to land upon goldengrove's flower. fire turned into smoke and released as a huff that lingered between annoyance and amusement.  ❝  hilarious? ❞   calyx kneeled down, no attempt made at hiding his actions as he gathered snow in gloved hands. grinning when he stood up.  ❝  you find declaring war amusing, calla? very well. ❞   without hesitation, he advanced and threw the snowball at her.

soft  ,  barely  muffled  giggles  fill  the  air  as  she  peeks  around  the  tree  that  she'd  hidden  behind  .  calla  had  seen  them  coming  ,  ducking  to  stoop  down  and  make  a  small  pile  of  snowballs  and  now  laid  in  wait  ⸺  pouncing  at  the  perfect  time  .  a  snowball  arched  towards  them  and  hit  with  perfect  aim  ,  though  the  peals  of  laughter  she  released  gave  away  her  location  immediately  .   '     you  should've  seen  your  face  !  that  was  hilarious  !      ' @disrcpairs, @crvwncd, @steelfyre

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boots  landed  hard  with  each  step, crushing delicate flakes that made up wintery blanket cursing the ground. a scowl was frozen upon dragon's visage as he absentmindedly scowled through his phone and didn't melt as head turned, only grew harsher in the face of rudeness. recognition didn't change anything.  ❝  yes, i do mind. ❞   he hardly cared for the view but his feet remained firmly planted.

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an eye squinted against the viewfinder, they were practically on the ground trying to get the perfect shot of daffodils against the skyline. a perfectionist — visenya had been in that position for around twenty minutes now. and they almost got it, until a stranger stood right in front of the lens causing a huff of protest. "you mind shuffling outta the way?"

[steelfyre-a]

    trystane tyrell is typing . . .

[ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 ] hey, i never said that. i'd stop you from robbing a bank or something similar to that. [ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 ] maybe i should fall then if it means i get an extra kiss. [ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 ] falling for you worked out pretty well after all

　　　　𖥻 𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀.　　𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥‚　　shaera　　rogare.　　

[  💌  →  💘  ]:   i'll   keep   that   in   mind   that   you   let   me   get   away   with   everything [  💌  →  💘  ]:   do   your   best   to   keep   up   with   me,   pretty   boy [  💌  →  💘  ]:   i'll   kiss   it   better   when   you   do   fall

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valyrian  eyes  lingered  longest  upon  her. no snow covered landscape compared to her beauty. the cold hadn't claimed his expression entirely, and the corner of his lips curved upwards.  ❝  if you insist. ❞   his fingers interlaced with hers. leg's stiffness was ignored so klahan could stand smoothly, habits of concealment traced back years, never to be discarded.  ❝  how do you want to spend our time here? i've overheard many talking about the christmas market and the slopes. ❞   he'd sit out of the latter, wait at the bottom of the mountain with a warm drink.

crown  princess  could  hear  the  sass  in  his  voice.  he  didn't  like  it  and  who  was  she  to  blame  him  ?  the  cold  wasn't  kind  to  those  with  wounds  that  could  never  heal,  but  to  those  who  would  take  every  opportunity  for  kinship  it  was  perfect.  taking  a  rather  large  sip  of  her  wine  glass,  the  harpy  got  up,  taking  her  hand  out  for  him  to  take.  "  well,  would  you  let  me  appreciate  a  different  view  then  ?  "  a  tilt  of  her  head,  a  saccharine  smile  and  love  within  amethyst  hues  glowed.  he  was  her  favorite  view  and  the  cold  mountains  could  wait  forever  ⸻   she  however,  could  not  wait  for  his  embrace.

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with  a  final  farewell,  theon  stepped away from the conversation with one of the resort managers, tucking the report into his bag. another reason to dislike crowds in his home - they ate into his time to enjoy the holidays. but he had no intention of handing off his responsibilities, not when winterfell was center stage. the old gods knew southerners could find complaints with a diamond, best to not give them fuel for their fire.  ❝  it's normally quieter than this, ❞   he said, pausing instead of continuing past the man. small talk normally avoided.  ❝  christmas is meant to be celebrated with others, family and friends, but the resort is large if you're looking for some quiet. ❞

open / randomised starter lottery: for @morewoe & @cursebrcken + unlimited replies . FROM: varric royce , retired professional race - car driver turned bodyguard for hire .

finding  parking  here  had  been  terrible.  then  again,  he  wasn't  considered  to  be  one  of  the  more  elite,  was  he?  instead  of  dragging  at  him,  he  found  he  bore  this  burden  with  a  curious  grin.  he  would  rather  have  his  own  reliable  vehicle  present  for  a  fast  getaway  if  need  be  than  rely  on  others  for  much  of  anything.  royce  dragged  the  edge  of  his  nail  long  the  laid  -  out  crystal,  and  then  fiddled  with  one  of  the  hanging  wreaths.  “call  me  sentimental,  but  i  hope  this  christmas  is  quiet.  the  last  one  was  far  too  high  -  octane  for  me.”  he  winced  with  his  jaw,  spinning  on  the  heel  of  his  polished,  glossy  loafer.  “i  near  don't  know  what  to  do  when  my  phone  is  quiet."  he  anticipated  the  buzz  every  minute.

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a  sigh  fell  from  his  lips, eyes rolling slightly, brotherly fondness lingering in dark pools. perhaps one day his brother would grow up a little more but until then, theon would continue watching out for him - and potentially quashing antics that could get him into trouble when he could.  ❝  i've long misplaced this curiosity you speak of, ❞   he deadpanned. quicker on his feet than appearance might suggest, he narrowly avoided crashing into martyn.  ❝  the staff is busy enough with all the other activities. i'm not going to give them another event to staff and help run. they also deserve to spend time at home with their families. ❞

Even after the ceaseless questions about their well-being after, well, everything that had transpired in the past year, Martyn insisted on only tapping into their more vulnerable state during their song-writing process, and when they were among family. Alas, the latter had to be put on hold, for their family home was overrun by people from all over the kingdom. Meanwhile, Theon insisted on running after him as if he was surely about to act out. "You're too overcome by curiosity to turn around." He smiled to himself as he stopped in his tracks promptly, hoping that his brother would bump into him from following so close. "What if we threw a talent show before the big dinner party? We just need to come up with a prize everyone would want... I really want to see someone fail at stand-up, Theon please!"

[steelfyre-a]

dark  hues  turned  upward  toward  the sky as snow fell around the pair. some of the snowflakes landed upon his cheeks, coldness being absorbed by the flesh as a flower would drink water, which left a faint red tint along his cheekbones. theon didn't shiver. ice didn't tremble in its home.  ❝  it doesn't. i can't imagine celebrating christmas anywhere else. ❞   he only wished winterfell's normal quiet graced them, but as his father had once welcomed many to the resort in celebration of the holidays, so did he  ❝  i'll never say no to spending some time on the slopes. if we go early in the morning, we might beat the crowds. ❞

closed for @steelfyre

"Gods,  I  missed  this!"  Life  always  feels  a  little  better,  when  there's  snow,  at  least  in  Myranda's  opinion.  The  white  flakes  swirl  in  the  wind  and  the  cold  doesn't  deter  her  from  standing  in  the  centre  of  it,  gloved  hands  out  to  catch  them  as  they  fall.  Cheeks  and  nose  are  red  from  the  cold,  but  there's  no  incentive  to  go  inside  just  yet.  "It  doesn't  really  feel  like  Christmas  until  everything  is  covered  with  snow,  does  it?  I  was  gonna  wait  until  everyone  was  gone,  but I think I'm  gonna  have  to  break  out  the  skis  tomorrow.  You  gonna  join  me?"

[steelfyre-a]

the  cold  didn't  bother  him;  stark more statue than man standing on the edge of the playground. sharp eyes watched as his children built a snow castle together - his daughter's voice occasionally grew loud enough that he could hear a word or two of the directions spoken to her little brother. a smile lived comfortably upon his visage; another's voice didn't even dim it.  ❝  oh, thank you. ❞   he hadn't even noticed that the plush wolf toy had fallen out of his pocket.  ❝  my son would've been distraught had i lost this. ❞

CLOSED STARTER ✦ @steelfyre , @heavnle location: snow-covered playground

promised relaxation and 'me' time for the day granted to his beloved wife, bringing the father of four alone with three of his children now running about, scattered in the snow-covered field. laughter, thuds, followed by even louder fits of laughter echoing from where he stood. smile soon clings to his features, watching them find merriment even in the simplest offerings of the resort. one quick look and he spots something fall into the mounds of snow, catching up with the owner of the pocket from where it must have fallen from, ❝ here , you dropped this . ❞

[steelfyre-a]

before  he  could  answer,  lyanna,  having raced over to pick up more snowballs, stared up at shyra and declared, "of course we can!" before racing back into the fray without another word. theon was left chuckling.  ❝  i guess we have an answer. ❞   he glanced over at shyra.  ❝  they're certainly determined to win the snowball fight. ❞

she  packed  the  snow  tight,  brushing  off  excess  until  it  was  near  perfect.  another  added  to  the  stockpile  slowly  growing  at  her  feet,  which  children  scrambled  to  snatch  and  dive  back  behind  their  protective  covers.  "think  the  under  tens  can  defeat  the  teens?"  she  posed  to  @steelfyre.

[steelfyre-a]

her  eyes  rolled.  the  sight  before them hardly worth any time. alara didn't consider herself an overly serious individual but neither did immaturity color her perspective. if the builder had sought to lighten the mood, other sculptures would've been better.  ❝  how immature. ❞   she scoffed.  ❝  they'll probably be eliminated entirely. ❞

head  tilted  to  one  side,  then  the  other.  and  then  amused  smile  stretched  across  kovarro's face,  and  he  withdrew  his  phone  to  quickly  snap  a  few  photos.  "oh,  the  poor  judges,"  he  snickered  to  @steelfyre  @disrcpairs  @unbowcd  at  the  line  of  three certainly-not-intentional  phallic  shaped  showmen.  "these  all  should  win  the  jury's  choice  though."

[steelfyre-a]

arms  quickly  became  full  of  the various of ingredients needed: flour, sugar, molasses, and spices amongst them. she placed them on the table unceremoniously before searching for the necessary tools. drawers were riffled through as refrigerator and cabinets were before. she returned with arms full again, this time carrying two bowels, measuring cups, and a rolling pin.  ❝  a reindeer! we must use that one. ❞   hues sparkled.  ❝  do you think if we hang a mistletoe cookie somewhere people will kiss under it? ❞

a  small  clap  rang  out  in  the  empty  space  as  iliana’s  palms  met  ,  joy  lighting  features  at  the  simple  instruction.  “  on  it!  “  an  easy  enough  task  so  long  as  she  could  find  the  correct  drawer.  something  that  proved  to  be  only  mildly  troublesome  in  the  large  kitchen  ,  though  persistence  prevailed  and  soon  enough  she  was  toting  a  handful  of  stainless  steel  cutters  to  their  work  station.  “  okay  so  we’ve  got  the  classic  gingerbread  man.  “  doe  noted  as  she  laid  them  out  on  the  countertop.  “  candycanes  ,  christmas  trees  ,  snowflakes  ,  reindeer  ,  i  even  found  a  cute  little  mistletoe!  “

[steelfyre-a]

LAYLA BAKER ALL AMERICAN | 6.14 "I Do (Part I)"

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ice  had  clearly  frozen  the  starks' brains if they thought this was how anyone, beyond their fellow back country dwellers, wanted to spend the holidays. thank the seven that the new year's party would be in king's landing.  ❝  i'm trying not to think about where else i could be. i'm far too pretty to be depressed. ❞   the one benefit of everyone suffering together was that she wasn't scrolling through her socials and seeing people off vacationing elsewhere.

heat  radiated  through  gloved  hands  ,  spices  fragrant  as  they  hit  her  senses.  strong  but  not  cloying  ,  and  elowyn  barely  gave  it  a  moment  to  cool  before  lifting  it  to  her  mouth  to  drink.  “  mm.  “  satisfaction  humming  against  reddened  lips.  “  i  would  kill  to  be  laying  out  on  a  beach  right  now.  “  essos  ,  dorne  ,  the  summer  isles  ,  on  a  boat  ,  in  a  cabana  ,  anywhere  the  sun  could  radiate  and  warm  flesh  with  no  chance  of  frostbite.  “  but  no  ,  we’ll  just  be  forced  to  freeze  our  asses  off  instead.  “

[steelfyre-a]

doubtful  that  the  chef  or  restaurant had been granted five stars, though decor certainly tried painting the image, but so long as the food was decent and the heat remained on then lioness would remain docile. perhaps she'd even do the little restaurant a favor and post a picture or two on her story - if they understood how to aesthetically plate a dish.  ❝  with meat or without? ❞   long, manicured nail tapped against the tablecloth as emerald hues scanned over the menu.  ❝  some of the soups sound interesting. perhaps as a first course. ❞

closed for @steelfyre

"The  restaurant  isn't  half-bad.  Small  mercies,  I  guess."  She  certainly  wasn't  one  for  snow  sports,  you  wouldn't  see  her  skiing  any  time  soon,  and  even  the  thought  of  ice  skating  made  her  exhausted.  No,  she  was  certainly  more  accustomed  to  the  fine  dining  experience,  the  warmth  of  heaters  and  climate  controlled  rooms.  And  any  excuse  to  break  out  one  of  the  dresses  she'd  insisted  on  bringing  was  worth  it.  "I  had  a  peek  at  the  menu  before  we  even  left  Casterly  Rock,  and  I've  been  dreaming  about  the  arancini  ever  since.  What  do  you  think?"

[steelfyre-a]

    theon stark is typing . . .

[ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 ] spoiling them would be letting them watch elf. [ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 ] but lyanna will never say no to a frozen sing along. hope you know hans' and kristoff's lines. she will correct you if not. [ 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 → 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 ] thank you for not poisoning your niece and nephew. shirei would never forgive you if you got them sick right before the holidays

　　　　𖥻 𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀.　　𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥‚　　rhaeys　　targaryen.　　

[  💌  →  husband  ]:   sucks   to   be   them   because   i   have   decided   on   frozen   on   repeat,   maybe   we'll   watch   the   second   one   too,   they'll   just   have   to   let   elf   go [  💌  →  husband  ]:   my   existence   revolves   around   spoiling   them   so   cookies   they'll   get [  💌  →  husband  ]:   we   didn't   bake   them,   or   we're   not   eating   the   ones   we   made   together.   don't   want   to   get   food   poisoning   just   yet [  💌  →  husband  ]:   nah,   will   drop   them   up   right   before   bed   time   bc   they   miss   mommy   and   daddy

[steelfyre-a]

her  every  breath  was  visible  in the air - an uncommon and unwelcome sight for she raised amongst desert sands. the thrill of careening down the mountain as fast as she could wasn't an even exchange, and the more winter crept up her bones, the more a scowl was frozen upon her visage, currently directed at the list of drinks on the menu. one of the options must deliver the warmth desperately needed.  ❝  i haven't. i was hoping for a drink that's warm and strong. ❞

CLOSED STARTER ✦ @steelfyre , @heavnle location: christmas market village

oddity but melts like the marshmallows afloat on the sweet chocolatey concoction steaming from his cup. brings him back to times spent with friends, without a need for a disguise, or rushing to get only what he needed to avoid camera flashes and fans overtaken by their excitement to respect boundaries — one of the many drawbacks of fame he supposed. and what normal is to them still remained far too extravagant for others, harrow string of thoughts caused for him to fumble, digress to the mess that he was before. it was humbling, but comforting at the same time. ❝ the uh… hot chocolate's really good , have you tried it ? ❞