#ephiiphanies

[asiss-s]

Something tasty to pie the taste of Civil War from your palate

[wewillbekidsforever]

You're gonna hurt people and you're gonna get hurt. It's inevitable just like life.

[v4rlet]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 … CLOSED *       ◟    :    𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘, 𝚊𝚛𝚌 𝚘𝚗𝚎. @ephiiphanies . selyse

he  would  rather  put  his  own  body  to  the  sword  than  wear  the  mask  for  any  longer.  the  fox  mask,  painted  gold,  was  a  gift  to  his  house  from  house  florent  of  brightwater  keep  many  years  ago.  it  was  meant  for  his  brother,  of  course,  so  the  edges  did  not  fit  quite  right.  leofric  lefford  was  a  warrior,  but  he  would  be  lying  if  he  said  it  didn't  ruin  his  night  entirely  to  be  wearing  it.  

still,  a  smile  came  upon  his  face  as  he  watched  dyana,  his  youngest  child,  find  her  aunt  selyse.  the  children  were  allowed  to  stay  only  for  the  arrivals of the guests  before  he  would  have  them  brought  to  bed,  as  a  reward  for  behaving  on  the  journey  here.  they  had  been  without  their  mother  for  a  while  now,  but  without  her  family  even  longer.  they  tended  to  stay  away.  

"  good  evening,  lady  selyse.  "  he  bowed,  allowing  dyana  to  greet  her  aswell  before  being  distracted  by  the  next  thing.  "  i  apologize.  i  think  you'll  find  the  children  have  become  rather  spirited  residing  in  golden  tooth.  "  

his  sister-in-law  was  much  unknown  to  him,  and  he  couldn't  help  but  think  it  was  by  design.  argella  had  machinations  and  motives  that  he  felt  he  would  never  understand,  but  this  one  was  easy  to  pluck  out.  the  less  leofric  knew,  no  doubt,  the  better.  

[cordoleo]

— — — 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 ❄️🌹

lynara stark, daughter of winterfell + barbrey ryswell, daughter of the rills & olynna blackwood, daughter of raventree hall ( @monarkhes + @ephiiphanies )

[dvnastics]

lady aelinor of house dondarrion was the first wife of his majesty, the then lord of storm's end, and the mother of his three eldest children. it was said that she had a temperament to match her husband and a deep devotion to her family. upon her death, matthos grieved and steeled himself, any semblance of gentleness entombed with his wife.

@burngods & @ephiiphanies

[xfulminare]

with selyse baratheon @ephiiphanies

Pleasantries had been given to all that required it before sibling fondness led him to look for the competitor he was unashamed to say would be who he would place the highest bet on. confident strides ending with him stood at his sister's shoulder, leaning in conspiratorially. "I have been scoping out the competition for you and come to the inevitable conclusion that none of them could possibly outdo you." words were kept to a playful hush but as much as they were said in jest they were genuine. the unerring confidence that he had in his own capabilities carried over to his siblings, believing them all more than capable of victories.

[xastrainclinant]

day one with nerissa lannister @ephiiphanies

while  a  great  romance  might  not  have  been  something  that  he  had  ever  dreamed  of  having  for  himself,  he  had  grown  up  knowing  marriage  had  always  been  in  his  future.  always  a  pragmatist  he  had  once  viewed  it  simply  through  a  lens  of  a  partnership  -  two  people  working  in  tandem  and  unison  towards  a  joint  goal.  there  was  no  denying  that  he  had  secured  that  for  himself  with  his  choice  of  wife,  nerissa  a  constant  companion  that  he  could  confide  it.  but  throughout  the  years  their  bond  had  deepened  to  more  than  simply  fondness,  the  emotions  he  felt  towards  his  wife  now  vast  and  complex.  their  journey  may  not  have  been  as  long  as  some  who  had  come  to  witness  the  new  king  but  it  had  been  long  enough  given  lady  lannister's  condition.  as  they  waited  to  enter  the  feat  a  concerned  glance  is  spared  for  her,  voice  kept  low  to  keep  his  words  from  any  prying  ears.  "how  are  you  faring?  we  do  not  have  to  stay  any  longer  than  you  wish  to  after  the  necessary  pleasantries."  it  was  not  an  offer  he  would  extend  to  just  anyone  when  connections  were  something  he  always  placed  paramount  importance  on  but  nerissa  and  their  future  child  were  perhaps  the  two  things  that  could  supersede  that.

[ofhereditas]

for: selyse baratheon ( @ephiiphanies ) where: archery targets

Archery always had a way of entrancing Rosaline. The graceful pullback of the archer's arm so dichotomous to the devastating hit of the arrow. She remembered watching Armen practicing back at Starpike when she was younger. He had made it look so easy, although she could tell from the sweat beaded on his brow that it was not. --- She had never been allowed to partake, of course, her mother strict in making sure Rosaline only took part in the most ladylike of pursuits. Which is why she found herself eagerly awaiting the start of the archery competition, eyes alight as she saw competitors start to arrive. "What a sport, is it not? The strength, the accuracy is takes...I can't even imagine." She sighed mostly in awe, but a hint of wistfulness hid behind it. She finally turned to the person she had rather uncharacteristically started speaking to, only for her eyes to grow wide in her impertinence. "Your royal highness--" her curtsy was low to the ground and perfectly executed. "--Will you be partaking?" she hoped her attempt at a recovery wasn't too obvious.

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[cordoleo]

w. olynna blackwood, day five of the westerlands celebration, @ephiiphanies

the girl shares a hand with each of her companions as they stand in a line that seems to hardly move; lynara thinks she may just be more impatient than illiana, and, the thought of that alone, is enough to make her dig nails into her free hand and stop glancing at the people ahead of her. "they say this mistress of fortune is very renowned around the westerlands. her mother was a wood witch from around the riverlands, it seems." all talk, as far as anyone can tell, but lynara can not — superstition was found only in the gods and the woods, not in people claiming to hold ways of the future. yet, she was given to fanciful curiosity now and then and, if that is offered so keenly, why would they not try it? "what shall you ask her?"

[cordoleo]

w. selyse baratheon, day four of the westerlands celebration, @ephiiphanies

for once, deep amusement is kept cloaked after swift loss from those storm's stags — concealed under a carefully crafted mask of concern over foolhardy and victorious husband, the queen's hand is comically soft upon her stepdaughter's arm. "let your brother rejoice on fatherly appreciation first. any approaching your father will only have you stink of wine and sweat." nevermind she is soon expected to do the same; stomach turns at the idea, as if she hasn't dealt with more revolting caresses (maybe the girl's presence will even be some good thing, wouldn't that be a novelty?). "stay with me instead."

[dvnastics]

─ closed starter ( @ephiiphanies ) ; day five, evening .

❛ are you ready for tomorrow ? ❜ lips pursed over the rim of her glass, argella spared her sister a fleeting look. since venturing to casterly rock she had been tense, ever watchful and somewhat counterproductively, far too into her wine. the tension throbbed within her temple and her nights were spent tossing and turning ; the only thing that could offer some reprieve being arbor gold. milk of the poppy had been offered by her maester, but argella was not so desperate for sleep that she dared venture down that particular pitfall. ❛ i hear the queen is due to partake as well. ❜ a roll of her eyes accompanied her words. ❛ it seems she is well recovered after her... ❜ a pause for a sip, ❛ ... her scare. ❜

[dvnastics]

HOUSE BARATHEON OF KING'S LANDING - ours is the fury .

@burngods @ephiiphanies @iechor @gcldenblades

[cordoleo]

w. olynna blackwood & barbrey ryswell, before the riverlands gathering, @ephiiphanies + @monarkhes

she dismounts with a soft sound exhaled, fingers still holding tight to ford's reins as she glances over her friends. the path was becoming narrower and wetter which, according to the riverlander companion arranged to be steady at their side by lynara's uncle, meant that they would soon find one of the many clearings or lakes around the way — considering how hot the day was, that was for the best. "i believe we have a good guide by our side, ember," lynara tells the servant, glancing instead towards olynna. they could use the privacy, and safety would be a certainty if the guard stayed near enough. "are you confident, olynna? this is your homeland, we are but voyagers at your whim." gallant words are uttered with light teasing at the tip of the tongue, playful gaze shared between the other two ladies.

[cordoleo]

w. arik umber, the carnivale ball, @ephiiphanies

cheeks flushed in delight and overexertion, she maneuvers through the saloon with the grace in attempts to avoid any other hand urging her to join the dance floor once more — not only must she catch her breath, she wished to have a moment only of reprieve, and lynara knew exactly where she would find it. for all of the painted, embroidered, gilded masks around the saloon, she finds the one she seeks after some minutes with relief, as distant from all of the exultation as she expected. “do not tense, ser, i shan’t disturb your peace and request you for a dance. i will spare you this torture,” she presses her lips together not to allow her smile to grow too great, even if that is often the state she found herself near arik. “are you sure you are comfortable with this mask? we could have selected another, you know?” though a part of her wondered if arik could endure the mild discomfort if that allowed him to remain in his quietude.

[xfulminare]

with iravan goodbrother @ephiiphanies

Spirits were high ahead of the event he had looked forward to most and he practically bounded over to where iravan was stood, hand clapping onto his brother's shoulder to announce his presence. "what do you think, brother, will they allow us to be in the same boat or will the separate us knowing it will be too easy for us otherwise?" glance over his shoulder was spared towards the other competitors, cockiness winning out that they would give them little trouble should the goodbrothers be allowed to be united. "and if gisele is with us too?" click of his tongue giving along with a shake of his head as though they couldn't possibly measure up.