Like any mortal child she ๐๐๐๐๐๐ on her Queenโs recognitionโdivinity found in a violet gaze settling on mundane hands, mundane faces. There is ritual slaughter in love for a Targaryen; in wanted chains of duty. Where rightful draconic rage soars, is where her eyes follow.
The halls are ๐ ๐๐๐โwind curling its grief in its glacial kiss. Gooseflesh violates skin, greeting paleness with bumps, no matter her attempts to find summertime. The sun does not infect the belly of Dragonstone, it cannot dig into its innermost walls with its rapture (cont.)
Dirt spreads from hands searching for life of the soil of the garden; it ๐๐๐๐๐ beneath nails. Her porcelain face lifeless, she is a little doll without delightโred painted upon lips, red upon cheeksโblush of decay.
She does ๐อ๐อ๐อ belong on a leash. Baela is hardly a creature to kneel, to sew her mouth shut to please a ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ of a king wearing disdain for the * ( ๐ป๐น๐ผ๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐น ).
She pities a green queen for knowing a womb full, to know bruised knees for a usurper.
๐ต๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โbelly fathomless && empty, death filling a mouth. It tastes like ash.
หหยฐโข*โโท
๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ณ๐จ ๐ป๐จ๐น๐ฎ๐จ๐น๐๐ฌ๐ต.
a daughter, a sister, a beloved rider of moondancer. find grace in her wildfire; blazing without rhythm or reason.
#gotrp / #hotdrp / #mvrp โยทห เผ *
Hers is a ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ that wrings a heart dry of rapture / something so sacred, all hidden between thighs, folds of a forsaken heart. The garden is her altar, maggots crawling beneath dirty nailsโshe digs for her own salvation.
None, none at all to be found.
๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ in how her sharp needle weaves with fabric; loose upon a lap. Red thread bleeds into white, a melody spewing from lips. She is cold despite the sticky heat, perspiration clinging to bones much like her twinsโa daughter weeping at her feet.
&& freedom she shanโt ever taste, among chains unbroken.
headcanon inspired helaena targaryen woven for the โhouse of the dragonโ verse. #hotdrp, #gotrp, #asoiafrp. more information below.
I am daenerys stormborn, of house targaryen, of the blood of old valyria โ i am the dragonโs daughter. And i swear to you, that those who would harm you will perish screaming.
ใ #gotrp, #asoiafrp, #mvrp. ใ
of house martell.
an independent and story-line driven oberyn martell of the game of thrones series. headcanon, book and tv series inspired.
#mvrp - #gotrp - #asoiafrp.
๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐,
/๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ !
#hotdrp, #mvrpโ โณ In the darkness thats around me, I've seen my own special hell. Comfort in my suffering, feeling warm inside this pain!
Alternative verse & storyline driven. main thread below.
She ๐ต๐พ๐ป๐ด๐ผ in the shadows, lips stained in ๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฎ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏโwaltzing to the beat of her own heart. ๐๐๐๐ intentions sinks in her flesh, babe in arms wailing.
Green fabric kisses the cobble, sleeve of a nightdress tugged aside; scars map the loveliness of a bare shoulder. Tips of finger ghost against raised marks, the air crackling from the hearthโs beloved flames.
โDo you wish to see me?โ she coos to the reader.
โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
โถ Doctor && full of wit. Lips stained in red makeup, joints stashed.
โถ Independent Alys Rivers of modern #hotdrp verse. minors do not interact.
#mvrp, #asoiafrp. โถ More information below.