The year is 286 AC. King Jaehaerys II has just passed, leaving the throne without a rightful ruler. While his three children fight for the crown, Winter creeps closer, and unimaginable darkness looms.
Not all alliances will be so typical this time. In fact, many people have a crucial effect on the way this story is told. As for the ending, we only hope there are enough people left alive to tell it after its passed.
Events
Join us for our first event, the wake of recently deceased King Jaehaerys II.
Updates
AUG. 19: So we are now officially open to the public. We have a mini-event flashback thread going on, and our main event just began. Feel free to make a second canon if you can keep both of them active enough.
Don't hesitate in pestering staff with questions; it's what we're here for! Let's raise a glass and make a cheer toward a successful launch of Winds of Winter.
Post by YALENA LANNISTER on Jun 29, 2015 2:47:05 GMT
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it's late in the night, stars scattered in the sky and the moon up high. she has a candle lit in her room, placed carefully on her bedside while she sits on her bed, parchment in front of her. the ink container carefully placed, the tip of her quill cautiously dipped every time.
there's a knock on her door, quiet and cautious (like they always are at this time). she places her parchment and ink on her bedside table before she gets up. quiet footsteps across her room, she opens her door as quiet as she can. she recongises the face on the other side, and pulls the door open further to let him in. "it's late wallaby," she says, her tone tinted with fatigue.
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[attr="class","intext"] it is late, but he can't sleep. every other living, breathing thing in the world beyond these walls, he imagines, is bundled up, snug, and dozing. yet no matter how he arranges and re-arranges his sheets, his pillows, positions his body and kicks his legs out—wallaby stays wide awake, restless, bored. [break][break]
in the end he gives up, heaves himself off his bed and slinks out into the hallway. intermittent, weak candlelight illuminates his steps, meandering without a destination in mind. he might as well be sleepwalking, for wallaby blinks and finds himself standing at yalena's door, serendipitously. [break][break]
she looks, and sounds, tired when she welcomes him in. he looks tired too, bleary-eyed, but he forever looks like that. "i know," wallaby flops belly-down onto her bed, "you're awake too." [break][break]
Post by YALENA LANNISTER on Jun 29, 2015 3:13:46 GMT
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she closes the door quietly as he flops onto her bed. she trails after him when the door is shut tightly, locked, no cracks for wandering eyes to peek through. she sits next to him, "i was working." sort of.
gently, carefully, she leads a hand to run through his hair. "would you like me to cradle you in my arms and sing you a lullaby as i did when we were younger?" she asks, small smile on her lips. this tenderness she has, it's not fit for her goals, for her drives, so she allows herself to indulge and spoil her siblings with it. just for a little while, she tells herself every time.
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[attr="class","intext"] "mmm," he hums tunelessly so she knows he's listening, mostly, propped up on his elbows. the parchment catches his eye, an arm's reach away; he fishes it over and skims the freshly inked words. boring, boring, boring—from between his fingers it slips out and he soon forgets about it. [break][break]
"you could try," he throws his head back to grin at his sister, incisors sharp and wicked, "don't think i fit anymore." and without further ado wallaby scoots closer and half-drops into yalena's lap, supporting most of his own weight so as not to crush her.[break][break]
Post by YALENA LANNISTER on Jun 29, 2015 3:50:23 GMT
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she bites her lip, holds back the laughter about to spill from her lips and takes a deep breath instead. she loosely wraps her arms around him, "i don't remember the words but-." but she remembers the tune.
quiet humming starts from her lips. it's just loud enough for the both of them to hear, to indulge in, to have linger in the air around them. as the tune comes to an end, yalena's eyes wander. they wander from his eyes, down, down, down, and then linger on his lips as her humming comes to an end. her gaze flickers up to meet his once again, as if silently asking do you want too?
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[attr="class","intext"] he laces his fingers together behind the small of her back, manages to tuck his head on the crook of her neck with minimal pretzeling. wallaby is taller than yalena now, all sharp angles and flat planes. his cervical vertebrae strain out, prominent and jagged, under the skin below his hairline. as he listens, attentive, to the familiar tune, his eyelids droop. wallaby stifles a yawn against her collarbone.[break][break]
yeah, he could totally fall asleep to this—but that isn't really why he came, probably. the song ends. it's silent for a moment, and wallaby raises his head again and observes her, his expression uncharacteristically thoughtful.[break][break]
he could fall asleep in yalena's arms, like all the times when they were young—but they aren't children, not anymore. wallaby doesn't have to voice an answer, just moves in and kisses her. not the first time, not the last. [break][break]
Post by YALENA LANNISTER on Jun 29, 2015 19:03:28 GMT
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his chapped lips against her soft ones, this feeling building in the pit of her stomach, his hair sliding between the spaces between her fingers; she knows all this like she knows the back of her hand. she's mapped every jutting bone, every piece of skin, every inch him like it'll all lead her to treasures of gold and diamond.
she kisses him back, hot and heavy with passion. her fatigue disappears in the blink of an eye all she drinks him in. her hands wandering everywhere they can, anywhere they can. hot kisses trailed from his mouth, to his jaw. her well-trained hands find their way under his shirt and then strip him of it. her mouth continues it's journey down, stopping to leave marks along the way.
she readjusts herself carefully, then she presses her hands against his chest to push him off her (she can't feel her legs, her feet, it's all gone numb. not the bad kind, she muses). she leans over him, meets his gaze once more before she presses her lips against his once more. she leaves a trail of kisses that goes down, down, down until she stops, looks up at him through long eyelashes and hooded eyes, "can you hold your tongue for tonight?"
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[attr="class","intext"] the thought flits through his clouding mind, absently, as he coaxes her lips apart and deepens the kiss with a methodical fervor neither's a stranger too. he wonders when they toed, no, bound past the line drawn in sand demarcating chaste, tender siblingship from this sort of intimacy, sigils of affection like peppered kisses littered only behind closed doors.[break][break]
then yalena's pulling his shirt off, and he helps her along, banishing all mental distractions. it doesn't really matter, wallaby decides, when they're already so far from shore they can't even see it.[break][break]
they switch positions; he leans back as she hovers over, a synchronized push-pull. mischief glittering in darkening eyes, he reaches an arm out and splays his fingers over her ribcage before responding. the fabric rides up with his hand. "no promises," wallaby replies, "take this off." [break][break]
Post by YALENA LANNISTER on Jun 29, 2015 20:16:18 GMT
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she holds a finger up to her lips, a smile lingering behind it. "time to test your patience, dear brother," she says. emphasis on brother, emphasis on how she's aware what they're doing is wrong, emphasis on the sins they're committing.
she ignores his command and works magic with his pants; it all comes undone until he's bare. she leans in tantalizingly close, hands wrapped loosely, soft touches sinful in every which way. hot breath fanning against him, "promise me this. hold your tongue for just tonight," she says.
her tongue flicks out, tests his self-control and wet her lips. "promise me."
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[attr="class","intext"] sister knows best—isn't that the tenet he's always, always lived by? pulled along by her pace, her guidance, a confident hand clasping his own. wallaby would never question her judgment, so as he's divested of his final piece of clothing, and yalena remains unfairly covered, pristine—there's no complaint. only a tiny frown, a petulant set to his mouth, yearning eyes. [break][break]
he bites his lip; it's a shoddy defense, distraction against yalena's hands. "i promise, sister," wallaby breathes, and tugs at her hips, fingers fidgeting. [break][break]
Post by YALENA LANNISTER on Jun 29, 2015 21:22:41 GMT
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when the promise falls from wallaby's lips, a grin forms on her lips. the night becomes one of passion; hot bodies, skin on skin until they're breathing ragged. his name has fallen so many times from her lips, she thinks she'll forget every other name she knows.
as sun seeps into her room through the gaps in her curtains, yalena awakes (she's always been a light sleeper). she doesn't remember falling asleep, but the night before replays itself before her eyes as she traces over sore limbs and marks that he'll silently claim his every time their gaze meets in a room.
a yawn escapes her lips. "wallaby?" she says in a soft, quiet voice,
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[attr="class","intext"] the exertion of carnal pursuits, it turns out, is a very effective soporific—better than milk and honey, better than a lullaby. [break][break]
at sunrise wallaby's mostly sunk in slumber, though his consciousness is beginning to stir. the transition period is the most blissful stage in his opinion; he's vaguely aware he's sleeping, but doesn't have to do anything about it yet. [break][break]
until yalena's voice cuts through the haze, a little, and wallaby responds with a sleepy grunt. "stillwannasleep," he slurs. [break][break]
Post by YALENA LANNISTER on Jun 29, 2015 21:53:00 GMT
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she frowns at his childishness, her fingers ghost along his body under the covers that have been pulled over them. "wally," she says again quietly. she presses kisses softly on his skin from his shoulder to the base of his neck. "it is time to get up."
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[attr="class","intext"] like clockwork, this is a conversation they've gone through on so many days and mornings that wallaby knows his lines by heart. automatically he turns his face and muffles his voice in a pillow, unwilling to be wrenched away so soon. "fivemore...minutes," wallaby pleads, trying not to smile at the fluttering sensation yalena's lips on his skin elicit. [break][break]
Post by YALENA LANNISTER on Jun 29, 2015 22:25:55 GMT
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she presses one final kiss against his neck before answering, "does it?"
there's a small smile on her lips (she's weak to her siblings) and she almost gives in, almost lets him have his few more minutes of slumber, but decides against it. she pulls the covers off him and wraps herself in them as she stands from the bed and walks over to the closet with her clothing. she wears her blankets like a cape and walks like the queen she has always wanted to be.
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