elvishwallflower
* the child elf had oddly been unsupervised as he watched the other male from afar. soon enough, he approached the man, offering out a piece of paper upwards with a sloppy drawing on it * um, mistew ? i draws you . . .
DRAGONTONGUED
DRAGONTONGUED
/ headcanons are nah ?? also fantasy community wake tf up , I'm alive now pls
valyriae
the prince stumbled through the woods , petrichor aroma swallowing his sense of smell whole , the sunlight begging for a chance to steal his consciousness . Walking for days on end , all to clear his mind . Some time away from Draven , the monster named brother . Trees towered above the tall muscular figure . His clothing was fine . One of his most prized . royal blue with golden lining , hemming , stitching . Only the very best for a prince of the prophecy . Twigs cracked underneath his feet , keeping him alert , awake . All the while making him jump scarcely in the lonesome heat of the dawn light . The worst was over with . After all , the night was darkest before the dawn . Nightmares filled his mind , blurred images of the scene infront of him his sight . Smell captured . Touch numb . taste the dry air against his tongue . hearing , the soft chirp of the birds .
DRAGONTONGUED
@cataclyscmics ] the red stains dragged the man's attention to keaton's features. haunted and falling upon itself . ❛what am i doing here ? what the bloody hell are you doing here ? keaton , you must sit down . ❜ concern laced the halfblood's undertone to gester to a nearby log sunning . fluttering in the crinkled leaves lay the misguided scroll , threatening to leap away and grab lucian's attention . it was capable of no such thing . the posture and mannerism were odd . their first encounter involved fangs of wolves and fire among fire . this FIRE was absent . the SMOKE had cleared and it was worrying . no human lost who they were . the powerful prince once smirked at the idea of frightening locals, confident in his own abilites. it was looking into a stranger's soul . a breeze flew among the peaceful woodlands granting their secret to be kept as such , towering trees blocked out any distant sounds to distract the two . lucian's own tale could WAIT . keaton was weak appearing . those steel blue hues needed to shut . he was stubborn enough if an arguement were to occur .
valyriae
@DRAGONTONGUED the scene was juxtaposed with Keaton there . The place was peaceful , woodland and the aroma of fresh air - not smoke , all he managed to smell in his kingdom . His brother drove him absolutely mad and he wasn't even aware . He just let Draven manipulate the foolish young prince that he was . Too blinded by grief to notice what he was doing . Red stains underneath his eyes , blotches of that same red in various different parts of his cheek . Because that was exactly what he was . Blinded by grief . Blinded enough to let his brother's blade taste his blood . steel blue hues peered around the area , scanning it over to see who had called his name . A breath escaping his lips in thanks as he turned to see it was only lucian . " Lucian , " he sighed , taking his hand from the firm grip of his sword to his golden hair . He arched an eyebrow at the other in his presence , " what're you doing here ? " he asked , sun reflecting off his skin as he peered over lucian . He was curious to know why the man was there also , it may not be any of his business , but curiosity usually gained the better of him .
unraveIment
/ oh—this theme is immaculate
valyriae
/ this new theme is super hawt i-
unraveIment
{1/2} It’s always darkest before the dawn. Bare feet stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind blowing gently against her back pushing her hair against her face in tangled mess of dark curls . The sky spilled a steel blue across the sky. The sun rising behind the thick clouds of grey , it wouldn’t reach height outside of this. It never did. The north was settling to sleep , tucked into beds as warm as they could be in a world so cold. A world SHE created. The queen was no more to that world , she wouldn’t be. The wind picked up , white fabric of her dress flowing like a ghost. A kiss goodbye.
The soft crashing of the waves against the rocks welcomed her home. The water welcomed her to the end. Her head has never felt more clear , she’s never felt more CERTAIN of a action in her life. The silence in her mind was WARMTH . ❝ It’s time I rest , my love . I’ll return to you . ❞ A breath entered through pale blue lips , eyes closing as silver tears slid down cheeks as head tilted up to the sky. Peace. This was peace. Feet took another steep forward but this time there was no terrain to tak e hold to. The cliff was empty again, no trace of the queen on its surface. A heroic ending for a creature of such villainess way.
DRAGONTONGUED
@Cruelwaters- ] death was something not found within the north . instead winter froze life to creatures able to survive in a cold climate . STICKY heartbeats and shattered lungs . perhaps a curse to all . maybe luck . death was ALWAYS peaceful . not for the sea . lucian struggled to gain confidence of mina for many reasons . he was only a man and while the dragon was a beast , humans were emotional being . they weren't strong enough to handle it . he paused and PAUSED , green hues hurting and aching with pain for the queen . nobody deserved this . moon white dress with a dark HEART . he whispered to himself .
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@dragontcngues / I see NOTHING but poetry also I wasn’t sure if he dropped her or not so I just went with it Death would not come for her , would not inch any closer to her mangled body . ‘ Stupid , stupid girl’ slowly Evianna faded into the crashing of the waves. Sight was taken from her , fading into bleakness of ringing in her ears. A sharp sound , high pitched. But when the sound of something — not able to make out WHAT — cut through the ringing, chest raised heavily. Fear. FEAR of what was going to happen. The queen was defenseless, BROKEN. a waiting prey. But when hands pulled her out of the water PAIN only surged again but STRONGER , followed by the rippling of the crackling of bones as body limped. DRAINAGE of SEA and BLOOD left lips along with CRY against shredded lungs with being moved. RASP. The bruised skin flowed against the soaked white fabric of the white dress . PURPLE and GRAVE GREEN. bruises that will never fade. ‘ Bones will never heal. STUPID CHILD’ chained to be shattered. Chained to be HURT. CHAINED TO FATE.