open | catch-all.

[voktys]

WHO: melisandre and anyone!
WHERE: red wings, for now. will edit as needed.
WHEN: all of meadowmarch.
WHAT: general catch-all stuff.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: nothing yet, will edit as needed.

ooc: hey y'all! below you'll find a couple of open prompts, plus some closed starters. c: if you want anything specific, feel free to hit me up on plurk at nehelenia.

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[voktys]

⟪ oh. it is the man who ate his toast crusts as though he was an infant bird fed by its mother. she offers him a smile, and half-freezes as he offers her a choice.

this must be a game of a kind? to buy herself time, she offers him the small bowl of salted nuts generally meant for customers. ⟫

I suppose I must wed Angela – my vows to the Lord of Light forbade me from marrying mortal men. Stephen suffers from frustrated tensions I fancy would be easily relieved in a single a night – ⟪ she shrugs. ⟫ And I suppose Nathan would find himself reasonably able to survive an attempt on his life.

⟪ so she'd feel less weighted down by the attempted murder. ⟫

Bed, wed, behead: Ephemera, Jon Snow, and poor Nate. ⟪ she half-hopes he won't find himself marked for death again. ⟫

[snipedt]

[ Ah, yes, of course, the Lord of Light. Relatable as hell. He almost chokes on his own breath when she goes on to explain that apparently Stephen just needs a good fuck to calm himself down, but honestly he has to respect it. ]

That isn't how the game works, but I'll take it. Fuck Nate, marry Jon [ – dude really knows his dumplings – ] and kill Ephemera.

[voktys]

From whence and where I last met him, Jon was barely a man grown, and had pledged himself to never wed, nor even as much as touch another person. A vow he'd already broken.

⟪ she shrugs. it seems like a fun fact to share in the spirit of the game. ⟫

Somehow, I feel as if Ephemera would take his chances, and Nate would be glad to participate in something.

⟪ she steps behind the counter, fetching the rum. don't judge her, this game requires it. ⟫