#*╰ ❪ 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 ❫ : ❛ interact ❜

[warbcunds]

she loves weddings. especially the ones like today where both the brides and grooms were so clearly in love with each other. there was not much that beat a celebration of pure love and despite her own feelings that border on envy and jealousy, she pushes such things deep down in order to enjoy the celebrations going on around them. “it’s so nice to see people getting married because they love each other so completely. i feel as though it doesn’t happen enough, don’t you think?”

[warbcunds]

there’s dread that has settled in the pit of her stomach since the end of the festival. she’d been more than content in watching the wanderers align, a smile wide on her face, only for it to slip away the second fire came raining from the sky. she’d been lucky, luckier than most in the fact that her guards had gotten her safely to the keep with nothing more than a singed dress. at first she’d felt the sweet relief of living, only for it to be surpassed by dread as the names of the dead. a stark prince, the ruling lord arryn, and the king himself. she never thought she’d see such a thing, and while she knew that for her family the downfall of the king was a win, but she couldn’t help the mourning that settled in her chest. she’s instead busied herself around the makeshift infirmary, never the best healer but she could do the little things. “would you like some water, maybe a meal? the servants have been sending things up sporadically, but it’s no trouble for me to track one down.”

[warbcunds]

CLOSED FOR: laurent lannister ( @murdcrs​ )

“oh laurie, it’s so good to see you.” she says it the second she enters his room, a smile on her face at the sight of him that she tries to keep from slipping into a frown at the sight of him wrapped in bandages. he looked so small in the bed like that and though she knows that the wound is hardly going to be fatal, she worries all the same. taking a seat beside him, she reaches for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “i did come by earlier to see you once the maester said they were done working on you, but gianna was in here and i didn’t want to disturb the two of you.”

[warbcunds]

closed for: rhaegar targaryen ( @crownsandgods​ )

despite all the years passing since things between them were put to a stuttering halt, claira still would rather avoid him whenever she can. they’d fallen back into the same pattern more times than she could count and while they’d done a good job at breaking the cycle this time, she doesn’t want to push it. aside from the expected pleasantries of her as a lady of casterly rock, she’d barely spoken to him since arriving here. she’d hoped to continue such a streak, but the gods did not seem to be in her favour lately. “prince rhaegar. i hope you enjoyed the festivities.”

[warbcunds]

closed for: serra tyrell ( @ichorbuilt​ )

​for her, there has never been a place quite as comforting as casterly rock. it was her home, the walls sturdy and secure in a way that nothing else was. being in serra’s arms had come to feel like a close second over the years. the connection had hardly been something she expected, certainly hadn’t been looking for it when she’d first met the woman, but now she doesn’t know what it’s like to not have a piece of serra in her life. she’s especially thankful for her now, after all the chaos that had happened the night before. laying on her side, her arm is draped over the other woman’s waist while her palm settles warm between her shoulders. “i don’t know what i would have done without you last night. thank you.”

[warbcunds]

closed for: duncan lannister ( @thronedgames​ )

there’s a certain relief at the northern lord being named the traitor behind all that had happened since they had arrived there. finally, some closiure. it was what everyone had needed after months spent on edge, wondering what would happen next and whose body would end up cold on the floor with blame at their feet. it’s a relief to know that’s over now, that maybe there was a chance that they would be allowed to return to their homes. “i’m so tired of this place, danny. i don’t know how you can stand it.” she covers her eyes against an impending headache, sighing softly. “do you know if we’re going to be sent home soon?”

[warbcunds]

closed for: lale lannister ( @crownsandgods​ )

“he really is such a darling.” she beams, eyes never leaving the small babe nestled in her arms. she’d been excited to become an aunt throughout lale’s entire pregnancy, and she knew she would love the child from the moment it arrived. even still, she knew without question that her being there when little aslan was born had only made the bond closer. “i still can’t decide if he looks more like you or eddy, though.” her pointer strokes over a little cherub cheek, and she ignores the familiar pang of wishing that she had a child of her own.

[warbcunds]

closed for: talitha dayne ( @ferrumanes​ )

the moment her eyes catch on the long braid that hangs down the woman’s back, her cheeks flush pink. her memory catches on flashes from days ago, a moment that she hadn’t quite been expecting but certainly hadn’t regretted. fervent kisses, heavy touches, the feeling of that braid underneath her hands. it had certainly been a good distraction at the time, a nice way to relieve stress, and she doesn’t see any good reason why it can’t happen again. “lady dayne.” she greets her, smile in place. “i was wondering if you’d like to walk the gardens with me?”

[warbcunds]

closed for: eldar tyrell ( @ferrumanes​ )

if there’s anything that claira prided herself on, it was the fact that she’d been able to stay friends with most of her ex-lovers. she didn’t see much point in holding onto resentment and pettiness over something that had been out of both of their hands, their father’s deciding their fates for them. she had loved eldar, deeply and truly at one point in her life. if she couldn’t of had him as her husband, she’s glad to at least be able to have him as a friend, he and his wife. how could she possibly resent the life they’d made for themselves when she feels so at ease around them and loves spoiling their children. “how are you today, my friend?”

[warbcunds]

closed for: rylon lannister ( @illtempcr​ )

ever since aslan had been born, claira had been spending as much time with her young nephew as possible. she’s been there when lale had delivered him into this world, holding her hand and reassuring that everything would be alright. now, she can’t get enough of spending time with the babe whenever she needed something to lift her spirits. or anything really, she needed no excuse. “sometimes i wish i could be this young again. it’d be nice not to have to worry about politics or anything at all.” 

[warbcunds]

closed for: calon greyjoy ( @stcneheartd​​ )

she’s reached a new level of desperation, that’s what she boils their charade down to. when she was home in casterly rock, it had been easy to ignore the things she was craving in this life. a partner to stand by her side in all things, children to raise and love. such simple things, perhaps boring and predictable in some people’s eyes, but she felt as though it was something she was missing from her life and she’d never truly be happy until she had it. being here surrounded by betrothals and rumoured weddings that would be happening, though? it’s put her worries about not having such things front and centre. it’s why she’d asked calon to put on this show with her, hopefully drawing people’s attention to her if she was seen on the arm of a prince. “do you think that people are looking?”

[warbcunds]

closed for: gianna lannister ( @gicnnc​​ )

she’d enjoyed the forresters before all of this had happened with the late hand of the king. in her brief time in the north, she and auden had left as friends, and she’d enjoyed the company of the rest of his family. now though? she would have to admit she was a little worried. her family was everything to her, and to see their name mixed up with a traitorous family? it didn’t sit well in her stomach, even though she knew full well how happy she made laurent. lounging in front of the fire in the lannister quarters, she glanced up only to find the object of her thoughts in front of her. “lady gianna, good evening. you’re free to join me if you’d like.”

[warbcunds]

closed for: aegon targeryen ( @glvrious​ )

this place must really have been getting to her. she’s been to the crownlands plenty over the years, often as a pawn for her father to try and get information from the targaryens, then to visit danny whenever she could, and eventually just to see aegon. their friendship since childhood may have just been a mere attempt for her father to gain influence, but it had always been genuine for claira, even more so since her father passed. but this has been the strangest of her visits. all these deaths, her poor cousin both hurt and married, all this chaos. now with the northern kingdom, it had her stress levels rising far higher than normal. it’s the only reasoning she has for what happened, for the absolute idiocy of her actions. she’s been walking around with a blush on her cheeks all morning, so much so that as she rounds the hedge of the garden, she bumps straight into the chest of the man who had already been occupying her thoughts. she blushes furiously, taking a large step backwards. “morning!”

[warbcunds]

closed for: auden forrester ( @stcneheartd​ )

she’d meant to come sooner, she really had. then she had gotten caught up in taking care of her family and helping with the injured that she hadn’t quite made time to visit his rooms yet. she tried not to tell herself that it was because it stung just the tiniest bit to know that he was betrothed to someone who wasn’t her, even if she hadn’t really expected as much and was happy just to be in his life as a friend. she eyes the guards at the doors, looking back and forth between them before popping her head around into his room. “hello, stranger. do you mind if i come in?”

[warbcunds]

closed for: daven lannister ( @stcneheartd​ )

it’s been on her mind ever since it happened. victarion hitting his head, running into serra, the mumblings about what he needed to tell the queen. claira isn’t naive enough to believe that her family hadn’t been involved in all this, spending far too much time as an observant daughter for all that. it was just a whole other thing to see it in action. it plagues her mind as they sit by the fire, the inn they’d stopped at fairly empty and no one left in the common room aside from them. “do you ever feel guilty?” she questions quietly, brow slightly furrowed. “not that i hold judgement if you don’t, i’m just wondering.”