❴OTTO HIGHTOWER.❵ retweeted
The Targaryens are—divinity that rivals the grace of the seven; silvery charm of hair, a honour to weave into a braid when * 𝑯𝑬𝑹 Queen allows. Elinda’s hands are empty, fickle, as a tongue spills prayers like thickened honey—𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓.
❴OTTO HIGHTOWER.❵ retweeted
History will 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 her, as it knows of the moon’s decay with the sun ravaging the sea of the night. She will reach for 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 && 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺 —to demand 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 respect in the beloved wilderness gifted by a father, restless.
❴OTTO HIGHTOWER.❵ retweeted
There is a 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅 simmering below a tongue drenched in wine; sweet && bitter all the same. His 𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 gaze discovers the ( 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹’𝑺 ) body, dragging up from feet slowly, slowly. He scoffs.
❝Aren’t you going to 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 && get upon knees?❞
❴OTTO HIGHTOWER.❵ retweeted
She does 𝒏͟𝒐͟𝒕͟ belong on a leash. Baela is hardly a creature to kneel, to sew her mouth shut to please a 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏 of a king wearing disdain for the * ( 𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 ).
She pities a green queen for knowing a womb full, to know bruised knees for a usurper.
❴OTTO HIGHTOWER.❵ retweeted
Dirt spreads from hands searching for life of the soil of the garden; it 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 beneath nails. Her porcelain face lifeless, she is a little doll without delight—red painted upon lips, red upon cheeks—blush of decay.
❴OTTO HIGHTOWER.❵ retweeted
Green 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔, a scaly head rising from
The ground; a feast of carnage of a little lamb && Baela must run a palm across the flesh of a 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 beast. She hums in song in ancient tongues, clever muscle thrumming with a melody.
❴OTTO HIGHTOWER.❵ retweeted
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚 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 twins—a daughter weeping at her feet.
❴OTTO HIGHTOWER.❵ retweeted
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷
𝑩𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑨𝑹𝒀𝑬𝑵.
a daughter, a sister, a beloved rider of moondancer. find grace in her wildfire; blazing without rhythm or reason.
#gotrp / #hotdrp / #mvrp ⋆·˚ ༘ *
❴OTTO HIGHTOWER.❵ retweeted
There is 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 to be found in the stables, laughter endless—a 𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑜𝒹𝓎 that should not exist in times of ruin. She waltzes with a man, song running dry into a snarl pulling back lips.
❝Do 𝒏𝒐𝒕 go easy.❞
She is Daemon Targaryen’s daughter; something wild +
❴OTTO HIGHTOWER.❵ retweeted
❧ 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟. ☙
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❴OTTO HIGHTOWER.❵ retweeted
𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊; 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇.
headcanon inspired sara snow of the ‘ a song of ice & fire’ verse. woven songs of joy in bitterness and damned whispers of honour.
𝓐 daughter is naught but a 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐥 to be wielded in the ripe crops of life; a 𝐬͟𝐜͟𝐲͟𝐭͟𝐡͟𝐞͟ to cut away at fruits of labour. 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐍 birthed, now wears the steel of a crown. 𝓟ride belongs to Otto, to see no 𝓬𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 upon the throne.
❴OTTO HIGHTOWER.❵ retweeted
𝐐ueen && 𝓽rue 𝐡eir.
【 ❛ 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅-𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄
𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃.ᐟ ༉
♡ && ↻ x #mvrp; #hotdrp; #fantasyrp
