#splitcrown

[bcbliophile]

@splitcrown

It wasn’t expected, though perhaps it should have been-- but the kiss was welcome, the star found herself leaning into the other’s soft touch, her cheek resting on those callused hands as she returned the kiss, shy and sweet. It was the beginning of something, the beginning of them in a way. In all her years-- Lilliandil had never felt for someone what she felt for Athena-- she never felt that kind of light and hope, love-- that was what she knew she felt. 

Moving a bit closer, the blonde let her hands come to rest on Athena’s waist, toying with the fabric of her top, it felt nice in her hands, and it felt nice to be held by her. 

[nikolacvna-archive]

❈ ✼ ❈    starter  for  @splitcrown

               ‘ we could go out the window. ’    the suggestion has a shred of  m a  n i a ,  but it perfectly suits her mood.   the situation is manic at the moment   ;;  and even narnia’s queen, well known for the level head on her shoulders, cannot keep from being affected by it.  just outside the broad set of oak doors, a battle rages...  and just three floors above, in their own private tower, the imperial children are sequestered in their nursery.    ( alongside tatiana’s younger siblings, hopefully, and their nurses, if mrs. fonnea’s unfaltering loyalty has not given way. )    this is an untenable situation.

                ‘ the window, peridan, we can...  scale the walls. ’     sharp nails dig into her husband’s arm   ;;  along with her pale face and wild eyes, this is all which betrays her anxiety.     ‘ it’s a gigantic castle, how hard could it be? ’

[challengeborne]

           “  and d’you find cornwall to your liking, sir?  ”    she said, a welcoming smile on her lips. it was a crowded party -- the sort you only found in truro, where the finest gentry of the county deigned to rub elbows with each other once or twice a year. usually, these parties left demelza in a mire of conflicted feelings. on the one hand, she did dearly love a party -- but on the other, she was not yet so sure of her fine manners that she was certain she wouldn’t embarrass herself before higher born folk... but, after a glass or two of port and fine spin across the dance floor, she found her nerves considerably soothed. and new company was always to be welcomed.    “  some do call it cold and barren -- but i’ve always supposed they’ve not a pair of eyes between them!  ”    she added, a light laugh falling from her lips.   //   @splitcrown ♥︎’d 

[lanternfreed]

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

OF COURSE SHE DOES. How heavy his gaze was upon her during their meals. How charged his touch was in the slightest encounters - the passing of books from one to the other, the kiss of a hand. She felt it in the rise of blood to her cheeks at the sound of his name, the flutter in her chest at the prospect of a moment alone between them. Her body certainly knew the energy between them. Though there’s something that shifts once she hears it spoken. 

Teeth catch her lip, if only to prevent an outpouring of emotion in return. You’ve brightened my life in a way I didn’t know possible. I dream of you. Every feeling I have, anger and shame and joy - they’re yours. All of it is yours. I would relive that horrible night a million times to ensure that we would meet again like this.

She swallows the words. A delicate situation required a delicate hand. Something, admittedly, Rapunzel did not have. But she had half the sense to understand the consequences that would arise from this courting. It would be a matter of time before her hand would be given to someone else, wouldn’t it ? And it certainly wouldn’t be PERIDAN. 

If she cannot say anything appropriate, she’s resolved to say nothing at all. Pale eyes close in a moment of concentration. She will be bigger here. A single solemn nod is the only answer she can offer him before fleeing inside.

[plantagenetking-blog]

“ … Sorry, I took a nap on you. ” ( from athena !! )

         Richard smiled when she spoke to him. He had not minded her falling asleep on him. She must have been tired if that had happened. “Don’t worry about that Athena,” He spoke, “Do you feel better for getting some sleep?” He asked her with a small smile on his face. He looked at her and then gave a soft smile. “Do you need me to get anything for you?” He asked.

[hiddensteel]

@splitcrown  said             “  the  only  thing  i  know  for  sure  we  can  control  is  ourselves. “

        quite true, she thought, a��touch of sadness washing over her. it was a cold, cruel reality of the world they lived in. beyond the self all else, especially one’s peers, were unpredictable. UNRELIABLE. sansa need not be reminded of that. king’s landing had taught her that time and time again. she had hoped it would change once she reunited with her family, but the w a r i n e s s remained. though it did not rule her entirely.          ❝  then should we rely upon no one? ❞          tilting her head, she looked over at peridan. she already knew the answer she chose to believe - the hope that somehow burned in her chest made it so - but she was curious what his view on the subject was. expression was calm, ignoring the WORRY stirring in her chest that he would find it impossible to rely even on her.

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[slipperfaith-a]

✖ ✖ !!

this means so much ! coming from you who i’ve been writing with for quite some time !

send me a ✖ if you enjoy my portrayal of my character.        

[myyrddin-arch]

.•✧•. SC . // @splitcrown .

      ❛   LET’S  PRETEND  YOU  DIDN’T  SEE  THAT .   ❜    he’s  quick  to  cover  up  his  golden  hues  the  moment  an  uttered  spell  parts  his  lips  with  no  more  than  a  breath .   paste  of  herbs  and  various  oils  held  in  a  makeshift  bowl  above  the  other ,   a  healing  salve  imbued  with  potent  MAGIC  almost  sure  to  put  anyone  on  their  feet  no  matter  the  ailment .

   ❛    tell  me  where  it  hurts .   ❜

[qceenvictoria-blog]

           “And why do you say that?” she asked with a raised brow as she placed down a card on the table. Blue hues flickered up to the man. “Because that is a rather bold claim you are making.”

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[bcbliophile]

@splitcrown

It wasn’t like Susan to be late, especially not to a gathering of the lords and ladies of the realm, but she had gotten caught up in the gardens and now, she was rushing. Well as much as she could in a dress and slide on shoes, of course all of this was short lived when she rounded a corner and slammed face first into someone, sending the gentle queen bouncing back a bit into the railing of the stairs. “I am so sorry, I wan’t looking where I was going” the raven haired beauty apologized, wincing slightly as she straightened herself out.

Brushing off her dress, her bright eyes finally took in who she had almost tackled and she froze. Susan assumed he was one of the lords, he was dressed very nicely and had a regal look about him-- or as much of one as a man who just got tackled could.

[nikolacvna-archive]

❈ ✼ ❈    throw some salt on the rpc  ( accepting!! )    //   @splitcrown

well, i mean, aside from someone called jas who leaves me hanging on pantsless jesus but has all the muse in the world to throw heartbreaking headcanons around…

call-out posts.  some people definitely deserve it   ( like, actually abusive people who have done terrible things to people )   but for the most part, call-outs are some of the most petty, manipulative things.   i have no support for them.  while my dash is really good at keeping any drama on the DL, every so often a call-out post pops up and i’m just like….  ‘ ??  okay, but have they killed anyone?  have they threatened to burn your house down and abduct your pets??  why did you feel the need to go to all this trouble? ’

also, probably super petty here, but PERSONAL BLOGS.   some rp blogs just don’t allow personals to follow at all, and i respect that so much tbh.   having personal blogs reblog things that are specifically not for them gets on my nerves…  it clutters up the activity feed, and just feels like being watched.

[apcgee]

@splitcrown / ATHENA

Cair Paravel was buzzing with activity -- even more than usual. Filled from the deepest cellars to the highest rafters with life, everyone seemed to be preparing for the spring festival, the joyous celebration of the end of winter. Even with the endless winter of the White Witch so many years behind them, Narnians seemed unable to help their enthusiasm for the return of the season and the fading of winter (even though winter now came with Christmas). That it coincided closely with the anniversary of the royal coronation always served to spin it into an ever greater party, stretching for a week. Susan had been up to her eyes in planning for weeks and things were finally falling into their appropriate places. Assuring Trommel the dwarf that the stakes he required for the large banquet tent were waiting for him at the smithy (or so help her, she gave him permission to raid the armory for devices to secure the tent-ties), Susan excused herself from the pocket of fretting planners to chase after the figure she’d just seen across the courtyard.

“Athena!” Her slippers, even at a run, barely made a noise on the smooth stone floors as she hurried to catch up with the other woman. “Please, save me. If I have to worry another second about where latrines are going to be dug, I’ll go mad.”

[lanternfreed]

Җ - What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing? 

this might sound silly, but especially with long-term muses, i tend to play characters with similar values or experiences to my own - rapunzel and i were both very sheltered in childhood, and we both have highly humanistic values, while other characters i try to push myself to play the exact opposite of my values ; on another account i play a daughter of a villain who’s super isolated and a full-on loner, but she’s got a complicated relationship with her mother, like i do. i try to keep a good sense of self, and use these observations as stepping points for my characters and imagining how they’d react in certain situations !

[docere]

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      “I can explain.” The words leave the Doctor’s mouth in a panicked rush. She hasn’t formulated a plausible explanation yet, but she’s hoping that the claim will buy her enough time to come up with something that doesn’t sound completely bonkers. She can’t exactly tell him that she had accidentally parked her TARDIS in an empty room down the hall, and that he can’t kick her out or she’ll never be able to make her way back to it again. She had been aiming for a much earlier point in the timeline. Liz I had extended her an open invite -- within a very narrow window before that bitter vindictiveness sets in -- but unless she’s started giving out 21st century suits in addition to the occasional mobile phone, she’s missed that period by a sizable margin.  Maybe even the location coordinates, too. She really should start checking the monitors before she wanders off.                            “ -- I was on a tour and got a bit lost.” Hopefully they give tours here. 

                Otherwise, this is going to go downhill VERY quickly. 

[ofdownton]

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June 1921

After Rose’s last visit with Violet, she never thought she would be paying yet another prolonged visit and at Downton nonetheless. She fooled her mother into thinking she despised London along with the promises from Matthew, Rosamund, and Edith not to tell her mother about her escapades with a married man. She didn’t take too kindly in being watched because unlike her mother, Rose was a woman in a time that frowned upon her ways and the disapproval only made Rose act out with people who could understand her. She was told by her mother that she was held to high expectations, to never wear revealing clothes, to be as posh as possible. Her father was the one person in her life who seemed to be on her side while her mother fought her whenever possible to get her way.

After moving in with the Crawley’s while her parents travelled to India in an attempt to save their marriage, she wasn’t surprised to find out that they were getting a divorce. The two always fought and there was never much of a happy moment between them. It was a relief for Rose, really. She cared more about her father and now felt nothing but happiness for him as he sought out the things that made him happy.

It has been a few months since Rose’s arrival and as much to be expected, practically everyone in the estate had all important matters to attend to than to entertain Rose. The few who were home in the morning for breakfast to keep her company left shortly after. Rose really didn’t know what to do with her spare time, especially since she didn’t know how long everyone would be busy. It wouldn’t be right for her to ask them to stop living their lives on an account of her. A day trip to London just to shop and be with friends seemed a bit much, so Rose asked for Carson to ring the chauffeur to take her into Ripon for the day. An afternoon of shopping in a nearby town was perhaps just the thing she needed. She wasn’t about to let the darkened sky scare her off from shopping. It wouldn’t be her first time getting caught in a storm in the middle of shopping either. I’d rather be out doing something thrilling than spend the day doing nothing.

She went from store to store, caring small bags out from each building. Her steps quicked down the walkway towards other stores, looking up towards the sky to see how ominous the sky looked. She was about to run into another shop and possibly the last one when she collided into a young gentleman. “Oh!” Rose gasped, “I’m so sorry! Are you alright? How clumsy of me. I seem to never pay attention to where I’m going.”

[hiddensteel]

@splitcrown  said             ❛❛ i’m sorry. i should have asked first, just… it reminded me of you. ❜❜

        the sight of the gift, so thoughtful and personal, made tears spring instantly to her eyes. she couldn’t recall the last time someone had done something special for her. no tears fell, she blinked rapidly to prevent that, but blue eyes were clearly watering. of course peridan noticed. panic seized her. the last thing she wanted was for him to think he had done something wrong. quite the OPPOSITE in fact. despite the tears, warmth blossomed in her chest.          ❝  no, i... i’m sorry. you didn’t do anything wrong. ❞          she blinked away the last of her tears, h a p p y tears she realized. she couldn’t recall the last time her tears had been due to joy either.

          ❝        i’m simply not used to being given gifts. ❞          the last gift she’d been promised was her brother’s head. thankfully that had never happened, but the memory still left a bitter taste in her mouth. however the truth was she simply wasn’t used to the KINDNESS. it had become so foreign that each time it was offered she looked at it with suspicion, trying to find the h i d d e n motivation behind it. there was none to be found here. it seemed like peridan never had a second intention save trying to make her HAPPY. a moment and then a small smile graced sansa’s lips.          ❝  it’s beautiful, though. i truly appreciate it, peridan. ❞

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