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a soft meme

prompts:

✿ tea party ▍ chatter your day away while eating cakes and sweets in a fabulous mansion.
✿ at the ball ▍ dance the night away with the love of your life, with your friends, or even with your family.
✿ picnic ▍ what a nice day out for a picnic.
✿ engagement party ▍ today is the day you meet your fiance, or fiancee at an engagement part. impress them with your manners or let them know you really don't care for them. either way you're still pretty in pink!
✿ the duty of a princess ▍ you are married now, and as princess you must bring an heir to the throne. tonight is the night to fulfill your duties.
✿ mars ▍ not all is fun and games as a princess. you got to marry the person you love, or date them, but issues in your past keep you from being truly happy. it's up to the two of you to resolve your issues.
✿ other

rules:

✿ post your character name, canon, prefs in subject.
✿ tag around.
✿ note: nothing has to be logical in the prompts; cross-medium relationships, assumed cr, space settings, angelic beings, all welcomed!
✿ profit???

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[ Well. A tea party is a given, and she owns a mansion. Expect sweet snacks, no savoury things here. ]

[ooc; Want to write their tea time?]

[ ooc: Absolutely! ]

[ooc: Do you prefer prose or brackets?]

[ ooc: I am good with either and have equal experience with both, so choose whichever one you are most comfortable with ]

Rostriel urged Cassiopeia into her smaller form so they could move through the city easier. People tended to stop and ogle the dragon, or scream and run. Even the so called "Dragon Experts" were in awe of her. Mainly because she was multi-colored and shimmered like gemstones. Dragons were only one color. Multi-color? Unheard of. But, the dream that had preceded Cassiopeia coming into her life... There was a reason she called her companion the embodiment of chaos.

She made sure that she had Essek's book and a bottle of wine for her friend. She tucked both into a bag before pulling on her cloak and making sure the hood was up. Mostly for Cassiopeia's protection.

She moved from her home towards Essek's, making sure to keep an eye out for anyone that was watching or following. She had been a Ranger for so long, it was second nature to track movements. To track people.

I'm about five minutes out...

Was the warning that she sent to her friend as she walked. It would give him time to lower the shields and her time to get to the door.

Some in her past would be shocked that she was friends with a Drow after what had happened to her and her husband. But she had evolved and met Drow that had defied what she had known of them for so long.

The home that Essek, exiled son of Den Thelyss, inhabited was exactly as one expected. Neat and orderly, nary anything out of place save for when he had highly specific visitors who threw him all for a loop. There was though that resting point; from the neat rows of flower beds to carefully laid stone path leading up to a painted door, next to which was a plum tree that was starting to flower. The garden leading up to the small cottage had plenty of shaded nooks that made for easy tending of the flower beds.

Though he had a natural disguise as a wood elf, he sometimes saved his spell slots and there was always the potential of the two differing factions finally honing in on him at the same time and did in fact go out as a Drow. Double-crossing after all was not thought of kindly-- so the danger to Rostriel was not necessarily that he was a Drow, but rather the dealings he had been involved with before they had met.

And to be honest, Essek was always surprised when anyone said they wanted to be friends with him though he had met some rather remarkable people because of that, the Nein, Reani, Gilmore in Emon. All these people that had somehow managed to thaw his lofty exterior and reveal the man underneath. And yes, Rostriel's friendship had done wonders for himself as well.

Almost calculatingly the wards fell away, a ripple of energy in the air as they toppled to the ground, though sure enough he'd raise them soon enough. The door opened just before the ranger made it to his door, and he peeked out. Unfortunately, one of those high alert days where he knew some of the Assembly was in the city making their rounds. Caleb after all could only do so much.

"Come in, come in." he murmured in that heavy (yet ever soft) Dynasty accent. "I have tea waiting for us, I suppose we can have a nice comfortable cup of tea over discussions of the book."

Rostriel had told Essek of what had happened at the hands of House Auvryndar so many years ago. How she and her husband Numar were taken as slaves when found exploring the Underdark. Numar, ever the wizard, was curious about the Underdark and Rostriel had been his guide. They had been held for at least two years, and Numar had died when they had escaped, taking a spell that had been meant for her. In that moment she had lost control of the magic that connected her to nature. The plants, many that were dormant, sprung to life, attacking the drow. She managed to escape with her husband's body.

Stepping inside of Essek's home, Rostriel lowered the hood of her cloak and carefully set Cassiopeia to the ground. The dragon immediately returned to her normal size and went over to Essek to nudge at his side for scratches. She liked the drow, he gave her treats.

Rostriel chuckled at the sight and then removed her cloak to hang it up before taking the book and bottle of wine out of her bag, which was also hung on the same hook as her cloak.

"Tea sounds lovely my dear Essek. I hope you have a snack for Cassi." Rostriel said with a smile before handing her friend the bottle and book.

"Of course I do." Essek said with a smile as he took the proffered wine bottle carefully and delicately; he did enjoy a good vintage and while on the run he'd still managed to indulge in wine.. it was those small pleasures that kept him from giving up and turning himself in for all the double-crossing done between Empire and Dynasty. There was the very faint order of smoked meats that hung in the air; of course he was prepared for any eventuality and his fingers lightly found the side just against the ear to scritch against where scales met a scaly sort of lizard skin.

Because his hands ran cooler than most do to his work with gravity magic, it was a nice sensation after being in the heat likely.

"I do have some smoked meat that I've prepared just for Cassi--" and in fact the succulent scent of roasted game meat seemed to linger; he'd use some of the meat of the young deer he'd been given to make soup but there was *always* more then he could possibly use and he kept it stocked for moments like these-- impromptu visits from Rostriel and her dragon.

"Ah, thank you for returning the book, did you find anything of interest to copy down?" he said as he started to motion Rostriel inside to a warm and welcoming home. It was aesthetically pleasing, the walls painted a delicate violet (Jester's doing whenever she came to visit). There was a nice spacious couch covered in a warm quilt, bookcases, most of those novels (his magic books were kept in his study).

Cassiopeia trilled and nuzzled against Essek's cool hands. She butted his hand with her head and then trotted further inside. No doubt off to find the chair that she always seemed to claim that was hers.

Rostriel watched her dragon and chuckled, a smile on her face. She glanced over to Essek and shrugged a bit. "I've been looking for information on Cassi... Where did she come from, why is she that color? None of it makes much sense to me." She then shook her head before following the Drow further into the home.

A smile tugged at her lips as she saw all the touches from his friends. She was glad that he had friends, that he had people in his life that cared. Even for as such a short time as most humans were in their lives. She swallowed before fiddling with her wedding ring, something she hadn't taken off since she lost her husband.

( 18+ for shipping, and gen is adored. )

[ota, f/f for shipping]

[ota, less-modern settings also available]

[ota, f/f for shipping]

[ota, canon also available]

[F/M for shipping. Open to cross-canon and AUs.]

[ooc; very open to au's.]

[ Not Endwalker compliant; canon point is around 3.4. WoLs welcome, no spoilers please! ]

Jon had never sought or even wanted leadership positions, preferring mostly to be left to live his life in peace, but others had kept elevating him to those leadership positions anyway. Which was one thing Sansa had used when trying to convince him to embrace his birthright and sit on the Iron Throne. If people choose him as their leader, clearly they are willing to follow him. Which is exactly what Westeros needs right now -- a leader everyone agrees on and no one will fight over.

In the end, it was the thought of an end to the war and Sansa's argument that he can do so much good for the people of Westeros that had worn him down and resulted in him agreeing to take the Iron Throne. It is the role he was born for. It is even the role that Ned Stark had raised him for, even if he had never planned or expected Jon to fill it.

Naturally, a coronation involves a feast, which at Jon's insistence is open to anyone in Westeros who can make it to King's Landing. There are visitors from other kingdoms, too; the restoration of the previous dynasty makes it necessary to establish new diplomatic relations, especially with the new king having replaced so many of the previous advisors.

Jon knows that he agreed to this, and he had taken time to think it over before agreeing to it, but a few hours after the feasting is over and the celebration has moved on to drinking and dancing, Jon slowly finds himself wishing he could be anywhere but here, but of course, this is his party, and he can't leave it yet. The best he can do is hope to fade into the background, although that will be difficult considering that everyone here knows who he is.

Once everyone has finally had their fill of greeting the new king, he finds a moment when no one's attention is on him and slips into the crowd, hoping to find a measure of anonymity. Perhaps, even for a brief time, Aegon VI Targaryen
can be Jon Snow again.

At least for as long as it takes for someone to realize who he is.

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