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eachdraidh2014-11-02 10:59 am
steeledskin) wrote in eachdraidh2014-11-02 10:59 am
Entry tags:
- alice liddell: american mcgee's alice,
- aragorn: tolkien,
- ben hawkins: carnivàle,
- faolan: the bridei chronicles,
- flora: the winx club,
- john "reaper" grimm: doom,
- jon snow: asoiaf,
- kelsi nielson: high school musical,
- lancelot: bbc merlin,
- lucrezia borgia: the borgias,
- maleficent: maleficent,
- meera reed: asoiaf,
- merida: brave,
- renly baratheon: asoiaf,
- saber alter: fate/stay night,
- sansa stark: asoiaf,
- saralegui: kkm,
- stiles stilinski: teen wolf,
- the outsider: dishonored
(sixth lemon cake) video ✧ open to both courts
[ before the lockets sits a well-composed and well-turned-out lady: her face is set with discipline -- though below it she wants to crack and cry. but sansa stark has a duty -- some imperative -- to speak calmly of grave matters. nothing about this is comfortable; nothing about this is within her conventional grasp. she could compare it to her makeshift trials before the lords declarant or her audiences with the king, but this stage is far wider. out of frame, her fingers tremble. ]
Dear Shardbearers of either court --
[ if her voice shakes then it is by design. some honest fear is permitted into her tone, for what better to move the hearts of strangers than to express genuine dismay at this great knotted problem? she would not have thought to even sell it as injustice until living here and meeting many a person who appeared outraged over these alliances. these marriages. these common cages. ] One turn of the moon ago, High Queen Morla delivered onto me an ultimatum: to marry some Unseelie lord of her choosing, or else invite war upon the Cothromach. Whatever your loyalties, I beg you all to recognize the attempt for what it was --[ and do please fill that blank with your own outraged conclusions. ] I call for aid and support.
[ some words are permitted more of a quiver than others: morla; marry; aid; war. ] But I fear war has come already -- has long already been present -- and today I will refuse the proposal offered, because I fear it was only ever a blade's poisoned edge. I would prevail upon some soul from that queen's court to speak my refusal to her. [ powerful men have met her vulnerabilities with laughter, only to turn and shake their heads when she took small careful steps towards decision. what else is she to do? if she will not play the game by their rules, she must try to write her own. but even now, she hinges her action upon the passion of someone else's protest. someone else's judgement -- for better or worse. ]
The Lady Keeper of the Cothromach will not swear away her city to another court by marriage vows or by vows of any kind. [ except for other partial vows made in quiet rooms with would-be neutral parties. but those meetings are a secret and her announcement today comes instead to engage the hearts and sympathies of prospective champions who might grow incensed over a bully's tactics. lady sansa is not above playing upon their pity if said pity will protect her, her family, and her new city. anyone's pity will do: seelie or unseelie alike. ]
High Queen Morla's dogs are at the gate; let us be wolves when we meet them.
( ooc; i know some efforts have already been made re: the unseelie camps by lancer and others -- there's also a fresh log for the battle itself. )
Dear Shardbearers of either court --
[ if her voice shakes then it is by design. some honest fear is permitted into her tone, for what better to move the hearts of strangers than to express genuine dismay at this great knotted problem? she would not have thought to even sell it as injustice until living here and meeting many a person who appeared outraged over these alliances. these marriages. these common cages. ] One turn of the moon ago, High Queen Morla delivered onto me an ultimatum: to marry some Unseelie lord of her choosing, or else invite war upon the Cothromach. Whatever your loyalties, I beg you all to recognize the attempt for what it was --[ and do please fill that blank with your own outraged conclusions. ] I call for aid and support.
[ some words are permitted more of a quiver than others: morla; marry; aid; war. ] But I fear war has come already -- has long already been present -- and today I will refuse the proposal offered, because I fear it was only ever a blade's poisoned edge. I would prevail upon some soul from that queen's court to speak my refusal to her. [ powerful men have met her vulnerabilities with laughter, only to turn and shake their heads when she took small careful steps towards decision. what else is she to do? if she will not play the game by their rules, she must try to write her own. but even now, she hinges her action upon the passion of someone else's protest. someone else's judgement -- for better or worse. ]
The Lady Keeper of the Cothromach will not swear away her city to another court by marriage vows or by vows of any kind. [ except for other partial vows made in quiet rooms with would-be neutral parties. but those meetings are a secret and her announcement today comes instead to engage the hearts and sympathies of prospective champions who might grow incensed over a bully's tactics. lady sansa is not above playing upon their pity if said pity will protect her, her family, and her new city. anyone's pity will do: seelie or unseelie alike. ]
High Queen Morla's dogs are at the gate; let us be wolves when we meet them.
( ooc; i know some efforts have already been made re: the unseelie camps by lancer and others -- there's also a fresh log for the battle itself. )
video;
[He would understand, if she did say these things. Perhaps understand better than any desire to set any sort of example of herself. Loyalty to loved ones will trump loyalty to any “greater good”, as far as he’s concerned. Which is probably why he would never please the Seelie court. But that is neither here nor there.]
It is Faolan, my lady. Though in return, I would ask for yours. [Even if he technically already knows it.]
video;
Are you the Faolan spoken of by sweet Sigrid?
video;
I am. Dare I ask what you've heard of me?
((ooc: i apologize for this coming so late, i understand if you would rather not continue, but i thought i'd give it a try in responding before i gave up on it <3))
i'm good with it. though we can always start something knewer if you prefer!
newer would be lovely! i just don't know what scenario to suggest sob he's all over the place rn
[His tone would suggest he's not that good, at least not as far as a lady's definition of the word is concerned, being an assassin and a spy. But he's honest, and that has to count for something, right? At least, he's being honest now.]