LANNISTER WEEK • day v • joanna lannister
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LANNISTER WEEK • day v • joanna lannister
bonhcmme.
Clear enough she put the two of them in these disparate categories, and just as clearly he saw which belonged where. He didn’t mind. He’d never been handsome but he did have eyes— she was. More important to open her eyes that they remain so. “I believe it is possible to be both. But why did you do it?” No one owed another human being an explanation for such a choice— but because he had once been where her husband now was though for vastly different reasons, he wished to hear.
❛ because he’s my husband —— because i am devoted to him and i will stop at nothing to save him. ❜ the former countess’ tone remains heavy, it carries a certain determination with it that can be clearly heard. the trial had been a BUST, and angélique had just promised most of her wealth to the majority of paris’ most foul squabble. she’s certain joffrey will not be terribly bothered by the loss of fortune. after all, it was to save his life. he would be more upset that his wife had just promised herself to them until he was able to pay the debts. ❛ he can get more wealth, i cannot get another him. ❜
aye yo i’m actually here so like this for a lyric based starter !!
I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.
Veronica Roth, Insurgent
me, when angélique tries to come off like she’s not scared of big, powerful, men that are definitely stronger than her and will probably kill her if she doesn’t stop mouthing off to them:
earnedtitle.
——– GAZE IS FORCEFUL, UNWAVERING as she meets his. incapable of sculpting was his personality ; such a solid form of structure, impenetrable to any instrument. not even the heart of such a beautiful woman was worth behaving in a manner unlike that which he’s most comfortable with. menacing. POWERFUL . commanding respect. the colonel mimics the female’s body language, lingering forward. who did she think she was, speaking to him in such a tone ? brow knits.
his expression offers a hint of OFFENSE for the briefest of moments. it is brushed away as he chuckles. ❝ if he can’t handle my attitude, i pray the reich minister of propaganda never dines here ; the boy might have a PANIC ATTACK under that sort of pressure. ❞ eyes roll as his head shakes, dismissive of any sympathy he might feel towards the waiter. ❝ and as a matter of fact, i always tip well. especially for him. putting up with me can be quite the task and he deserves to be paid well for it. ❞
as soon as his proximity to her closes with his leaning frame, the blonde draws back. his words stir a hefty sigh from her lungs, a small TSK following. she understands the level this man is on, his status made painfully clear to her. she doesn’t care. angélique has always had a problem with authority, ever since she was a child. that wasn’t about to change now. he could try all he wanted to daunt her, but she was unlikely to falter. bigger, much scarier men had tried their hand at the woman before and she’d managed then, she can manage now.
❛ why is it that men like you have to work so hard to maintain such an intimidating image ? is it not exhausting ? don’t you tire of puffing your chest up ? ❜ she’s not even looking at him now, beryl hues averted to the window near where they sat. she’s watching the people rush by, most of them living lives they wanted to, free to do whatever they pleased. unlike herself. she pulls herself back to hans, a much smaller sigh leaving her chest. hand reaches for the wine in front of her, taking such a long drink, she empties HALF THE GLASS. she’d need some liquid courage to endure the evening. ❛ so other than murdering people senseless, what else do you like to do ? ❜
Venice, Italy.
Stop calling her pretty. She isn’t ‘pretty’. Pretty doesn’t even begin to describe her. She is so much more than that. She is kind hearted and heartbroken, gentle and dangerous, an angel one day and a she devil the next, intelligent yet silly, hilariously funny yet devastatingly sad, she is passion personified as a human being. Pretty isn’t even close. She’s a supernova that trails stardust in her wake, a constellation of contradictions plucked from outer space. And all you can think to call her is ‘pretty’.
Nikita Gill
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hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
"it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
Tessa Gray, The Infernal Devices
*crushes my emotions with my bare hands* as I was saying,
decorate yourself with flowers, with gold, with bones
french window, recreated❕🌹💌