โ must be made to suffer alongside her. Blood of her blood, and all that.
With mischief in her eyes, her hand traces a path from elbow to shoulder, before a hearty shove is made.
โ Oh no! Sorry, my love, did I wake you?! โ
A hush descends upon their ancestral home, dragons and men alike finding peace in rest.
If only she, too, were so easily swayed, but on this eve sleep evades her; tumultuous dreams threaten to return should she fall victim to slumber.
So, naturally, @ascenwars โ
Every movement is calculated, weighed up with frantic thoughts of vengeance and fire, and, beneath it all, a salve to the burn of her furyโฆ But to give it a name would be to grant it power.
โI should not have come here. ๐๐๐ขโฆโ
An invisible string, somewhere, is pulled taut.
โ โ โ ๐จ ๐บ๐ผ๐ญ๐ญ๐ถ๐ช๐จ๐ป๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ heaviness clings to the air, dense with wordless truths, a ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ flame smoldering just out of reach. It burns, unseen yet profoundly felt, as @conquerorsbraid bridges what scarce distance remains.
|| canโt stop looking at my header and noticing new details each time and the lyrics and nyra standing in front of syrax and then the bold shadow in the middle with the weight of the prophecy on her shoulders and justโฆ wow.
@hightowering A lifetime ago, the touch would be welcomed. Reciprocated, even, fingers entwined with a promise of safety.
Now, she acts with haste to break the connection, stubborn jaw set, lilac eyes burning with unshed tears.
โWhat more could you possibly ๐๐๐๐ from me?โ
my father tells me that i'm too loud but he hasn't yet figured out that i inherited it from him, that some traits were passed down to his daughters even though he wanted to see them in sons.
my father tells me that i'm too loud but he hasn't yet figured out that i inherited it from him, that some traits were passed down to his daughters even though he wanted to see them in sons.
@DRAGONSKlN โ arrangement of floral bloom, which could only be from one.
heโs home, she thinks, and basks in how it feels to have a part of her so close to her once again.
@DRAGONSKlN cursing her father and her septa in equal measure, she laments another hour spent learning of long dead kings and queens when she ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐ be dragonriding.
her spirits are lifted by the time she has slammed the door and turned on her heel, however, as sheโs met with an โ
Who, no fault of her own, has found herself trapped in dour conversation with one of the high lords who served her father.
A flash of lilac, a pleading glance towards a head of auburn, which glows like fire in the reflected sunlight from the windows of the great hall.
@hightowerborn queens of their own private domain; equal rulers of a small, oh so ๐๐๐๐ sweet kingdom. nimble digits wander from alicentโs wrist to her hand, tickling her palm with a ghost of a touch before entwining their fingers together.
โgods, i wonderโฆ was it arryk or erryk?โ