𝙱𝙴 𝙰 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽.

she robbed the king's flesh & wore his teeth.   selective & private legend of zelda oc, skyward sword based. created by elle. rules / background.

[ellegreyjoy]

me n friends playing uprising on legenday mode and yelling like crazy when the first b.astion shows up ? u bet. 

[newyork]

Happy New Year, may it bring you nothing but joy!

[ellegreyjoy]

good day everyone, i’ll be making some icons while listening to the twilight symphony.

[ellegreyjoy]

does anyone here want 2 hear about elle’s canon timeline with more details? i’m feeling inspired but not enough for this blog yet, still i really wanna talk to people about my original lore. <3

[ellegreyjoy]

not 2 be dramatic but i love @explur

[ellegreyjoy]

enchairr·:

     AS ELLE spoke, he lied his hands on his lap, one resting on top of the other. His body language screamed he was carefully listening to her, and for once it (he) was not lying. Even the evilest counselor has to keep his ears open in order to exactly know which buttons to push, which words to repeat in an endless echo. Thus, he listened. Ah, struggle. A fertile ground for him and his advice to grow.

     "And why should you—hide them?” His question floated in the air, then was swallowed by the night. “You are at—war. No one ever fought—one with clean—hands.” He was saying the truth, as (almost always). Lies were not always needed to push one in the direction he wanted them to go. Tell them the truth; state facts; the sheep will follow your lead and thank you for opening their eyes. Etienne slightly shifted his position on the chair, his blind gaze still on Elle. “And they’d rather stay loyal to—someone honest to them and—not someone who hides them such—issues.”

bright light,    here   /   the heiress of doom.    how difficult must it be to bury you ?    she listens,    caught between a face of static riddle   &   heart like an open book.    she’s a common tongue   ;   even blurred,    you manage to read it.    what’s the entirety of her being,    after all,    other than a girl who   has to play the game.     she doesn’t want it,    would rather incinerate the board   (   again ?   ).    but etienne’s friendship had always been a purple   &   sweet lullaby. 

❝   you’re right about one thing,    at least :    we’re at war.   ❞    wooden chair creaks when her shoulders meet its back.    blackness frames her vision   &   all she sees is his face.    blessed be the evil blind   ;   it gives her the benefit of doubt,    that he can’t   see the empires crumbling down   on her face.    how wrong can i be ?    i know.    ❝   from now on,    i think we’ll always be.    but is it really an excuse for what i can do ?    maybe you’re opening the gates to something far worse.   ❞    eyebrows arch,    ice seeping through sun - warm veins.    she lies to herself about   her distant   /   untouchable,    satellite heart.

[ellegreyjoy]

i need to get back to this blog but i’m just here to say   ?   elle g/reyjoy is such a good person.    she’ll listen to u and be understanding if you do something wrong.    if you have something you need to tell her,    she won’t go ‘tell me later.’    she’ll actually stop what she’s doing,    no matter how important and hear you out bc it’s important to her.

[ellegreyjoy]

one last thing while i organize elle’s lore but ur missing out if you don’t know her parents’ names, aderon grrid and nora ulle, are actually an anagram for lorulean dragonrider which is what elle becomes post - ss :)

[ellegreyjoy]

i want to low - key revamp this blog.

[ellegreyjoy]

@deviently​

❝   connor,       are you here   ?   ❞   she’s delicate like candlelight,      torchlight.      his name upon tongue    ;    a motion grown familiar.      people say staying with the same individual for extended amounts of time can forge bonds worthy of a life time.      after all,      aren’t we sworn under the same light    ?    i could curl up against your faux warmth   &   fabricated structure.      you know that as well as i.      their blood isn’t the same color,      but they   bleed for the same city.

the context of this might not be shallow,      but this scene in particular is so.      searching in the dark   (   the dark of night   /   the dark of doubts   ).      a stranger to her birth world.      she’s still getting used to everything all over again      ——      but at least it starts   with him by her side.      body avoids contact with everything,      stiff as if the very walls could shatter with a rough touch.      violence wouldn’t come from her tonight.      head tilted once she stepped around the corner,      the hallway giving space   to the sight of her.      eyne meets him   &   elle immediately sighs in relief.   ❝   did you find anything   ?   ❞

[ellegreyjoy]

b///otw but every now and then this giant western dragon passes flying above your head and you know it’s elle and lodrum going somewhere. then he lands on the fields next to you, elle jumps from his back so you can go talk to her.

[ellegreyjoy]

What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists?

her heart   /   a saint’s cartography :   she could spend a lifetime looking for a new light,   thinking hers had faded away.   this heart had been broken by an enemy before,   someone elle felt nothing for,   yet it changed everything.   forever.   it explains this uneasiness,   the tangling of pale-white knuckles so tightly on top of dark wood table.   she looks at him once every several minutes, as if all her pride had never existed.   ❝   hoping fools,   to be exact.   ❞   her statement tastes like ash,   looks like ash.   &   they falls down unto her,   like her heavy brown hair.   she entitles herself    ;    it feels like seeing the most beautiful thing in the world allowing itself to die.   ❝   hoping fools   &   clever devils.   ❞   elle’s copper chain tinkles with   the writhing of shoulders,   a single movement of tiredness.   there’s a jar of wine over the table,   but she doesn’t touch it.   she looks at oldierd again,   this time for longer,   this time being able to hold his gaze.   she’s delicate,   like realizing she doesn’t belong here,   that the territory isn’t hers.   it’s eerie   &   lovely.   she’s given up ever trying to see him as an enemy.   ❝   we’re so different,   olgierd      ——      that sometimes i wonder how can we even   stand in the same room.   ❞

MEME  /  accepting.

[ellegreyjoy]

I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I. ( from ghirahim. )

the silver snake wraps itself   around this porcelain neck   &   she does nothing to prevent its tightening hold. what does your passion feel like   ?   ironically enough,   freedom.   cold metal turned warm under fingertips,   the end of centenary winters.   we touch   &   we don’t feel lonely anymore.   my existence’s whole with yours,   even if we don’t act like it.   ❝   i thought you were   done testing me.   ❞   she says with boredom,   syllables dragging pass throat.   she’s tired of his little games   /   this stinging entertainment which he insists to coat their bond with.   but he loves it,   loves her.   so elle allows it.   the demon had his own ways of feeling emotion,   while she needed to prove herself to be a beast in a land far rougher than her scales.   the lion   &   the snake, now a snake   &   his dragon.   she smiles.   he knows what it means as soon as she speaks :   ❝   i’m not like you,   g.   but i might just be better.   ❞

MEME  /  accepting.

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[ellegreyjoy]

DRUSSJE‌   /   NINA ZENIK.

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      ❝  why  the  apology  ?     ❞    𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐞    a  soldier  they  say  ,  to  represent  your  country   &.  save  those  in  need   ,  they  look  for  you  in  demise  &.  in  love.   they  fear  you  &.  you  control  this  god  with  calloused  fingertips.  you  trust  people  too  easily  , nina   the  voice  in  her  head  echoed.    nevertheless ,    she  sat  beside  the  girl  ,  a  hand  placed  gently  over  her  shoulder.   if  she  was  blessed  with gentleness  ,  than  she’d  distributed  the  best  she  could.    ❝   i  understand  you  better  than  you  might  think.     ❞   

       𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟  𝐨𝐟   her  life  was  no  longer  with  her  ,  now  a  simple  voice  in  her  head  &.  a  corpse  under  a  sacred  tree.   they  were  never  meant  to  be  together   ,  always  on  the  𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞  sides  of  the  battle . the  instinct  of  survival    &.  guilt  was  the  only  thing  that  drew  them  together   ——        &.  then  something  more.  he  was  the  enemy  ,  he  was  always  meant  to  be  the  enemy  …  until  he  wasn’t.

silk cloak of brown hair covers her shoulders,   cages her in her privacy,   hides her beauty from the world.   she welcomes nina with no reaction    ;    much like a long-accepted presence of a friend,   just like she does to her inner demons.   ❝   i guess sometimes i realize      ——      i don’t always do what others would.   ❞   thumb presses circles onto damned metal,   as if she was holding someone’s hand   &   comforting them.   somehow,   she is.   ❝   bloody expectations.   ❞   upon that touch,   elle turns.   her gaze lidded,   but focused all the same.   the smoothness of nina’s words seem like a   good place to lean into.   if she says she understands,   it might be true.   elle has no doubts to weight upon her bones,   not like that.   she needs no reassurance    ;    she needs a friend.   her heart grasps   the power once thrown at her   &   now she holds it close,   its face the one of all those she loved.   &   she burns.   ❝   would you do the same things i would   ?   would you exchange goodness for love   ?   ❞

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