#ft. kieran bolton

[patriciers]

@wnterreign sent a raven : sender barges into receiver’s home unannounced .

from  the  moment  he  senses  the  door  swinging  open  —  whether  by  sight  or  sound  he  can’t  be  certain  —  belthasar  reaches  for  the  dagger  always  concealed  on  his  person  ,  preparing  to  spring  to  action  if  necessary  .  he  doesn’t  relax  ,  exactly  ,  upon  recognizing  the  figure  in  the  doorway  ,  but  stows  the  knife  away  ,  sculpting  his  expression  back  into  its  usual  steely  ,  calm  mien  .  even if he is curious as to why his nephew has decided to make an appearance , he refuses to allow any of his curiosity show , “  i  thought  you  were  not  speaking  to  me  .  ”  he  says  slowly  (  or  drawls  ,  one  could  say  ,  if  bel  were  petty  enough  for  that  sort  of  thing  )  as  he  returns  his  attention  to  his  reading  materials  .  “  or  was  that  a  condition  of  your  imprisonment  ?  ”

[qcyqoyi]

closed starter for kieran bolton / @wnterreign

perhaps soren should have expected as much with something called tournament of the roses, though he may have been a little extra irritated due to the random watering of his eyes that would occur since arriving in the reach. nearly everything he passes is too over the top or too colorful for his liking, yet he wades through the markets to keep busy and on the off chance he'll find something of use. ❝ that was more bloodshed than i was expecting. ❞ amusement replaces where there is usually disappointment in soren's voice, now wishing he had tried this ridiculous thing.

[wnterreign]

❝ if you must hate, hate those who truly do us harm. ❞ ft. utp. @noxscmnus

        the  use  of  the  word  us  almost drew a chuckle from the bolton. he would've thought that the happenings of the world had shown all that the idea of unity was nothing more than a pitiful illusion. one that allowed the very divides others claimed nonexistent to fester. kieran regarded the other, head tilted to the side.   ❝ you assume that those who wish you harm also bother me. ❞   denial of his rage nonexistent, his name alone making it pointless and, unlike his sisters, his reputation further alienating from any claim that his feelings had rotted.

[patriciers]

belthasar  wordlessly  takes  in  the  scene  before  him  ;  to  say  the  image  of  @wnterreign​  imprisoned  after  the  inquisition  hadn’t  crossed  his  mind  would  be  a  lie  .  still  ,  that  did  nothing  to  prevent  the  surge  of  emotion  within  him  when  he  caught  a  glimpse  of  his  nephew’s  name  on  the  list  of  those  taken  to  the  dungeons  .  any  surface  anger  had  dissipated  by  this  point  ,  though  if  he  could  reach  through  the  bars  and  grab  kieran  by  the  collar  ,  knowing  for  certain  it  would  be  without  consequence  ,  he  would  do  so  .  instead  ,  it  was  lukewarm  displeasure  that  radiates  from  his  inky  blue  hues  ,  an  annoyance  that  he  must  be  here  for  anything  but  official  business  .  only  after  feeling  he  has  sufficiently  stared  the  younger  man  down  does  he  break  the  silence  .  “  …  is  it  truly  so  difficult  ,  to  behave  yourself  for  ten  minutes  ?  ”

[patriciers]

"  you  could  at  least  pretend  not  to  enjoy  this  so  much  ,  "  belthasar  says  to  @wnterreign  ,  just  loud  enough  for  the bolton  to  hear  .  but  he  doesn't  really  mean  it  ,  grateful  that  kieran  isn't  acting  out  unnecessarily  .  observing  others  scramble  ,  trying  to  bargain  with  the  troops  that  had  descended  upon  the  ballroom  ,  he  finds  no  amusement  in  the  situation  personally  ,  though  not  out  of  sympathy  .  no  ,  his  concern  focuses  squarely  on  whether  or  not  jory  is  still  where  he  left  him  last  .  as  much  as  belthasar  wishes  he  could  confirm  the  boy's  whereabouts  ,  he  can't  be  certain  whether  he'd  prefer  jory  were  with  him  now  or  not  .  "  you  are  not  superior  for  knowing  something  like  this  would  come  to  pass  ,  "  he  continues  .

[qcyqoyi]

closed starter for kieran bolton / @wnterreign

❝ it looks like we might get the fun we wanted, ❞ soren says upon spotting the bolton while he walks around, taking in the situation they're in. that was, if it were just these guards and there were no dragons waiting for them outside. but looking around the ballroom, soren can't say he's exactly confident in the skill of everyone else trapped there with them.

[wnterreign]

sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver . ft.     valeria bolton     @silverflcmes

        it  was  hardly  the sight  he  was expecting when he returned to the bolton apartments. the current atmosphere keeping him away most of the time, but his instinct to make certain his sisters were well didn't let him stay away for long. he quickly took note of the multiple empty bottles before finding his sister sitting on the floor. maybe he should be more concerned, and he was slightly, but when he knelt down next to his sister, kieran was grinning.        ❝ this wasn't exactly what i meant when i said you should let loose a little. ❞        though if it lightened her mood a little, he wasn't going to complain. maybe she'd let it slip where his knives were hidden.

[wnterreign]

sender  has  hidden  an  injury  from  receiver ,  and  receiver  finds  out . ft.     valeria bolton     @silverflcmes

        his  eyes  narrowed  in on  the  injury after only a glance. kieran took a step closer, anger seeping into his veins with each second. better that than the inkling of guilt in the back of his mind, because if this had happened when he'd been imprisoned then some of the blame fell upon his shoulders. had he not faltered during the inquisition then he would've been there to prevent this. kieran met valeria's eyes.        ❝ who did this? ❞        his voice was calm, though it was a calm held together by the thinnest thread, easily cut and transformed into a fury.