Holliday Granger As LUCREZIA BORGIA THE BORGIAS — 2.09: World Of Wonders (2012)

@thiedas, alistair & elethea. * “did you do something different with your hair?”

reflexively, her spine straightens — a hand going to the aforementioned new hairstyle binding back her golden curls. her self - consciousness possessed no ounce of insecurity; only an acute awareness of his attention. with it comes a small smile, head tipping. "do you like it?" adopting her offhand, flirtatious tone, she angles herself more fully towards him. he would blush, surely, or clear his throat in that nervous manner he had. that's what she was after, anyway. "it seemed the most practical choice, short of chopping it off," because she would sooner die than be inelegant; it had taken rising with the sun to begin the process of braiding her hair & pinning it up. a darkspawn had gotten hold of her loose braid on the road from lothering as they journeyed toward redcliffe & it had proven most distressing. not to mention inconvenient. "though it seems rather plain..."

thea IS ableist towards herself and WOULD "undo" her amputation and be "normal" again if she could. miss girl is obsessed with being perfect, and being an amputee is not part of that equation to her.

OH, THE QUEEN OF PEACE ALWAYS DOES HER BEST TO PLEASE — is it any use? somebody's gotta lose. like a long scream; out there, always echoing. oh, what is it worth? all that's left is hurt.

GWAHREN - private & selective blog for elethea cousland ii, hero of ferelden, teyrna of gwaren. written by nan (23, she/her)

the cousland/dragon age origins series that exists in my head would be stylistically and tonally very similar to the green knight i will not elaborate further

↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , HISTORICAL 〳 FANTASY edition !   (  a  collection  of  25  settings  based upon the period 〳 fantasy genres ; meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts . WILL be updated .   )

001. the interior of an elegant carriage .

002. seated at a large dining table set with an elaborate meal .

003. the shadowy corner of a lively tavern .

004. the top of a light house during a raging storm .

005. along the dimly lit corridor of a large manor .

006. the damp , dark brig of a pirate ship .

007. the ruins of an ancient structure lost to time .

008. a theater hall brimming with attendees .

009. the bustling streets of a market town .

010. a sun - drenched vineyard .

011. along a boardwalk overlooking the sea .

012. a moonlit cemetery full of weathered graves .

013. on horseback , deep in the woods .

014. a luxurious drawing room smelling of tea .

015. a sprawling dragon roost , hidden atop craggy mountain peaks .

016. a war - torn battlefield .

017. a beautiful cathedral bustling with churchgoers .

018. within a crammed opera box during a performance .

019. an elegant tearoom serving afternoon refreshments .

020. a lakeside pavilion on an especially hot day .

021. a sprawling network of underground catacombs .

022. a hidden glade in the middle of the woods .

023. the deep , dark dungeon of a castle .

024. a market square full of fruit and fineries .

025. a baker's shop smelling of wonderful pastries .

026. the quiet stables of a large estate .

027. on the outskirts of a magnificent water fountain .

028. in a dimly lit library , hidden amongst the books .

029. among the high walls of a hedge maze .

030. at the front desk of a warm , homey inn .

031. under the protection of a gazebo as it rains .

032. on the landing of a busy train station .

033. a gambling hall alight with raucous laughter and drink .

034. a pristine infirmary , mostly empty .

035. on board a huge ship making a long voyage .

+   20  more  setting  prompts :    6 / 01 / 2024

036. in a sunlit garden adorned with blooming flowers .

037. at the edge of a serene forest lake under a starry sky.

038. within a quiet corridor of a castle during a lavish ball .

039. in a bustling blacksmith's forge , sparks flying .

040. on a rocky cliffside overlooking a vast ocean .

041. in a quaint village square during a festival .

042. within a secret chamber hidden behind a bookshelf .

043. in the grand atrium of a luxurious hotel .

044. along a narrow brick alleyway in a crowded town .

045. within a busy marketplace in a desert town .

046. on a tranquil beach at sunrise .

047. in a cozy cottage with a crackling fireplace .

048. at the helm of a majestic airship soaring through the clouds .

049. in a grand library filled with ancient tomes .

050. on a bustling harbor dock as ships come and go .

051. within a magical forest where the trees glow softly .

052. in an apothecary's shop filled with herbs and potion .

053. at a secluded cabin by a dangerously quick river .

054. within the opulent throne room of a powerful ruler .

055. in an enchanted glade where fairies dance in the moonlight .

"On March 15, 1498, according to the reports of the Ferrarese ambassador in Venice, [Lucrezia] gave birth to a boy who was christened Giovanni (Juan), in memory of her beloved brother, the murdered Duke of Gandía. The official bull declared that the child, delicately described therein as 'the Roman infant' (infans Romanus)." — The Borgias and their enemies 1431-1519 by Christopher Hibbert

his expression is as stormy as the tempest raging beyond her window, the howling gales rattling the frame, shaking the very foundations of the castle. this was only natural, he was a creature possessed of intense moods, but like any animal he purred when stroked correctly. typically it was his ego that needed proper attention, and she was only ever too happy to oblige. when his darkened expression did not lift at her compliance & teasing, worry furrowed at her brows; the crease between them wrinkling yet deeper when he begins to speak. she did not like to imagine the terrible things he was capable of, for something to be so terrible that he had rattled even his own stubborn confidence & pride was enough to shake her.

wiser women would turn him away, or at the very least coax him into confessing his sins before promising to absolve him of them. though wiser women would not have permitted such a man into their chambers in the first place, so perhaps she was already far too lost to correct her course. lithe hands journey to his shoulders, grabbing fistfuls of the wet leather to draw herself close to him yet again. this kiss lands at the corner of his mouth — a touch so terribly tender. when again she pulls back, she does not fully withdraw from his grasp. only far enough to look at his face: clinging still to his shoulders. pale eyes convey more words than her lips would ever permit. i have forgiven every terrible thing you could do long before this moment. look what a dreadful fool you've made of me. your bloody hands do not frighten me. though through her unobliging pride, all she utters is ... "what a foolish question, and one you already know the answer to."

with the jacket still in her clutches, she pushes at it — wordlessly urging him to shed the soaking layers. "you'll catch your death in this - and you're tracking water everywhere," still she hopes to get him to smile with her chiding, to chase away the haunted look in his eye. to see him so pliant in her palms made something icy & rigid in her chest soften & crack, and she could not permit it. both hands grab at his, drawing him deeper into the chamber. "come, take these off. warm yourself by the fire ... then you may tell me whatever you wish."

burnt rainwater was on him, was all over him   ‒‒   parts frozen, parts singed. 𝐯𝐡𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭, fast and blazing and ruthless and 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍’𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕. that much had become glaringly obvious. a̳e̳m̳o̳n̳d̳ was not under aemond’s control. he sought some nameless thing, blindly, thoughtlessly   ‒‒   𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 with a wide, red-rimmed stare and ashes rattling in his chest, too fast, too fast. 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 had shone out to him l̳i̳k̳e̳ ̳a̳ ̳b̳e̳a̳c̳o̳n̳, a stormlight. here, there might be benediction. 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 he knew better than to ask of those offended.

𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, elethea would never know how much comfort her touch wreaked, how much power she had. ( it escaped his notice, then, that she had done everything he asked   ‒‒   everything but c̳u̳r̳s̳e̳ ̳h̳i̳m̳. )      ❛❛  𝖎𝖋 i told you something,  ❜❜      he began, so very, very quietly,      ❛❛  would you consider, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, that i meant no harm?  ❜❜      some understanding, s̳o̳m̳e̳ ̳m̳e̳r̳c̳y̳   ‒‒   it was a small thing to wish for before killing again. they were only figments, but 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 would be no easier : his mother's last foolish denials   ( . . . )  clinging stubbornly 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚋𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚔, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜.      ❛❛  would you d̳e̳f̳e̳n̳d̳ 𝖒𝖊?  ❜❜

they were not, aemond thought, 𝐚 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬, ᵇᵘᵗ mammals gone so mad within this sandstone trap that they’d 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎. the thought terrified him. it could not be true. he could never admit that he had, even for a second, believed that 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖉 thought. ( that would make it real. he had t̳h̳a̳t̳ ̳s̳o̳r̳t̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳p̳o̳w̳e̳r̳. )

ELETHEA + GWAREN + HEALING

DIFFICULT PERSON TEST.

RESULTS: You are an extremely difficult person to get along with (81.43%).

Salma Deera, "Salt"