#i. stefan baratheon — event ; bound for eternity.

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open  starter    /    stefan baratheon. status:   open for responses ! where:   the dessert table. when:   the evening of the wedding.

        the  sooner  this  damn  celebration  was  over the better. then they could all leave this city, something he’d wanted since the very day he’d first set foot inside its walls and the feeling had only increased given recent events he wished he could forget, and it also meant an end to empty small talk and stuffy nobles. he would have remained on the outskirts of the room had his sweet tooth not caught sight of the decadent treats on one of the tables. the one currently in his hand might be his fifth and likely not his last.       ❝  the cakes and tarts are the one saving grace of this affair.  ❞        other than his betrothed, but stefan couldn’t cling to her like a shadow for the entire night despite wishing he could.

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with  theodore  baratheon    /    @knightsfcll​ where:   the great hall. when:   the evening of the wedding.

       the  baratheon  had  no  desire  to attend yet another courtly affair, let alone one where the dragons were so pleased with themselves, but attendance was mandatory. at least he wasn’t alone. while emmelyne was off enjoying the celebration with her family and friends, stefan remained at his older brother’s side, content to join him as he watched the celebration from the sidelines - though, in the back of his mind he was already concocting a plan to convince his brother to have some fun, even if all they could really do was get drunk. gently, he nudged theodore’s shoulder with his own and spoke is a hushed tone,        ❝  are you as eager as i am for this event to be over so we can go home?  ❞        hopefully, his brother wouldn’t have a reason to delay his return to storm’s end.

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with  wyllas  carnon    /    @gcldenflwer​​​ where:   the great hall. when:   after the wyllas and aurore thread.

        his  past  self  would  have  recoiled if he saw him approaching the lord caron not only willingly but with two cups filled to the brim with alcohol, neither of which was he planning to “accidentally” dump on the other. he might have had a quiet chuckle to himself upon watching the drama unfold, but stefan surprisingly found a shred of sympathy for wyllas. the eyes of court were not pleasant to have upon oneself. he strode up to the man with his normal demeanor and grin.        ❝  you look in desperate need of a drink.  ❞        or fifty. he held out the goblet.        ❝  it’s the strongest ale i could find in this place.  ❞