☾ childlike empress ｡

moon child she who was born from mankind's hopes, dreams and imagination. "why don't you do what you dream?" DEPENDENT MOON CHILD! played by ace.

[hernameismoonchild]

          As amazed as he was by this new place, the thought of being separated by the one person he had truly opened up to wasn’t a pleasant one. He even felt angry at the thought of them being ripped apart. There was something about Brandon’s relationship with Moon that made him feel like they were just beginning, that there was so much more for them to speak of and explore with each other. But she wasn’t gone, they hadn’t been torn apart and in that moment he just had to hold her a little tighter to remind himself of that. “This is a much larger place, I feared it would be more difficult to find you.” The mere idea of that made him frown, his hand raising to lightly brush his knuckles across her cheek. “I’m fine, only worried something had happened to you.” He chuckled at how ridiculous he thought he sounded, but there was a real fear now rooted within him or losing anyone else he cared for. “I don’t think I’ll be letting you out of my sight again. Come, I’ll show you my room so you know where I’ll be keeping you.” His tone was deadly serious, but there was a look of humour playing his features as he moved his hand to take hold of her own. As much as he had been filled with fear and dread he was still the same old Brandon, mischievous as ever, as he gently tugged her hand and made his way towards the door back inside.

          she could feel her heart racing once again, beating wildly, as it only did in his presence. her SAFETY, her WARMTH, her BRANDON. she had him back and she would never let him go again, she just couldn’t. brandon had come to mean SO much to her that the thought of losing him again, well it devastated her, so she would lean into his touch and remind herself that he was here now and she had nothing to worry about ever again. at his words, the empress smiled brightly and gave a nod. “nor shall i, i refuse to ever lose you again.” she admitted in a soft tone, brows raising a bit afterwards. she knew that jokes were a thing here, but she wasn’t completely sure of how they worked, so moon immediately took brandon’s words as a genuine statement. “is your room big enough for the both of us? i don’t have many possessions, but i suppose i would need enough space for my clothes, at least.” she reasoned as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “i would also like to get a ‘pet’ one day, may we get one?” moon asked as she followed him inside. it was strange (yet wonderful), how easily they both slipped back into the place they had been before -- there was no awkwardness, no hesitation, just pure need and happiness in once again being near one another.

[ellianafck-blog]

she was OVERWHELMED to say the least. so many people, and they all moved so fast. why was everyone in such a rush? seeing a figure approaching, she stood up a little straighter, resting her arms at her side. “WHO are you?!” she said, shouting a little loud than she had initially intended.

[hernameismoonchild]

        the horns scared her the most. they were so loud -- BLARING and the people behind them were always so cruel. who knew being careful with how you crossed roads would result in so much anger? she was close to home though, thankfully and would soon be in the safety of her bedroom. she began to pick up her pace, feeling oddly UNCOMFORTABLE outdoors, only to freeze when she heard the other woman speak. looking around for a moment, the empress then pointed at herself before she spoke. “ME? i’m... i’m moon -- who are you?” she replied, head slightly tilting to the side. “are you lost?”

[hernameismoonchild]

          It was still unclear who or what he could trust in this new place, due to the fact even the houses in the last town could play tricks on the mind, but once he saw her face he knew it to be true. She was really there, in the flesh and as beautiful as ever. Brandon remained frozen to the spot for a brief moment, the voice of his father reminding him of the ways he should remain polite and honorable at all times, but he found himself caring very little for his old ways. He was no longer a Lord, he wasn’t the heir to lands or a castle, and so nothing stopped him from rushing forward to meet her. There wasn’t even a thought of contemplation before Brandon instantly pulled her into his embrace, lifting her slightly off the ground in the process. “I looked for you. Had I known you were here I would’ve looked harder, tirelessly.” He sighed, holding her tightly for a moment longer, only placing her down to look upon her face. “Are you well? Where have you been? No one’s hurt you, have they?”

            the moment she felt his arms around her, moon immediately relaxed; she hadn’t felt this comfortable in what felt like a lifetime. she breathed in his scent, her arms going around his neck as she simply basked in his warmth. she had him back and that was far more than anything she could ever ask for. as they pulled back, her hands moved to his shoulders and she looked up at him, eyes bright and full of hope. “i’ve looked for you as well, it would seem we both had been looking in all the wrong places, but... you FOUND me.” she reassured him, her smile still present. “i am much better now -- much happier. i’ve been so confused since we arrived here, i was almost afraid you were not here as well.” she whispered, giving a soft shrug afterwards. “i have mainly been at the library, this place they call... starbucks and here. ---but i have went to museums and monuments, all in search of you.” giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze, moon shook her head a bit, giving an assuring glance after doing so. “i have not been harmed, i have only been missing you.”  she replied, bringing a hand to his face afterwards. “...are you well, brandon? i’ve been so worried about you. i truly feared i would never see you again.”

[hernameismoonchild]

            He didn’t know one street from another, nor did he understand how someone could trust the drivers of the small, yellow carts to take them where they wanted to go, but it was safe to say that Brandon quite preferred this new location to the previous one. It was no Winterfell, but with the buildings towering over him he could almost pretend that it was. Yet, no matter how hard he imagined it was so, there was still something missing. It wasn’t the cold breeze, it wasn’t his family, it wasn’t even anything from Westeros at all, more than anything he found himself to be missing Moon the most. She may not have been part of Winterfell, but she did represent everything that was his chance at finding a new home in this world and she was nowhere to be found. Once it had occurred to him that the came faces were in the building he had been staying in, Brandon started from the ground floor and worked his way up, asking anyone he ran into if they had seen a woman of a certain description and moving on with disappointment each time they were no help. Eventually he came to the top floor with no success, ready to give up as he stepped out and onto the roof to simply embrace the fresh air and view below. But he got nowhere near the edge before he noticed someone there, someone he knew rather well. “…..Moon?”

            being up here reminded her of fantasia, her tower was high, so high that she could see ALL of her land and yet it felt incomplete. once she met brandon, things began to make sense, though now that she was in this new land and once again alone, that familiar feeling that something was missing, came crawling back. sighing softly, the empress slowly rolled her shoulders back, looking upwards towards the sky in the process. the air wasn’t the same here, it felt clogged -- dirty and smelled strange, or maybe she was just trying to find other negatives to focus on? it wasn’t like her to be so negative, but it was hard to see the positives when so many things just FELT wrong. as she began to move back to return inside, the empress froze as she heard her name with a familiar voice attached to it. for a moment, she thought her mind was simply playing tricks on her, attempting to wrong her as it did back in the black house. though, as she came off the edge and slowly turned around, she instantly KNEW that he was no illusion. he was REAL and he was HERE. “-----brandon...” she whispered before she began to inch closer to him, each step quicker than the last. “BRANDON!” for the first time since arriving to this place, moon SMILED, a true -- genuine smile and it came simply from seeing him again.

[hernameismoonchild]

@cfwolfblood

            she felt so lost, everything was different now -- she had been pulled from one place to another and so many new faces surrounded her currently that she was unsure if any FAMILIAR faces had followed. more importantly, she wondered if HE had followed. she attempted to look for him (more than once), but moon had no luck and she was forced to consider the possibility that brandon just wasn’t here. she didn’t want to accept that though, no... it was too much for her to handle. the thought alone was PAINFUL. it wasn’t like being ripped away from fantasia, for brandon felt more like a home to moon than her world had. feeling suffocated by her thoughts and loneliness, the empress soon decided to leave her room and make her way up to the roof, desperately needing some fresh air. once she was there, she made her way to the ledge and looked down at the bustling city below, that felt so foreign to her. it felt TOO large and she felt feeling so vulnerable, despite her powers. she needed her home, she longed for her comfort... she wanted the man that made her feel safe.

[nhude]

I’ve wanted more minutes in a day ever since I met you

11:19pm (via nhude)

[sersh]

[bohemiancolia]

[hernameismoonchild]

[boleynisms-blog]

       “Have you ever had a dream that feels so real you struggle to forget it? It’s as if it still haunts you even though you’re awake.”

[hernameismoonchild]

            moon slowly inhaled through her nostrils as she sat down, trying her best to keep the memories at bay. being in the black house often resulted in dreams that even SHE struggled to control. “unfortunately, yes... what is it that troubles you, dear?”

[hernameismoonchild]

           Could he deny that everything she said was true? Possibly, but when the world he came from THRIVED on tales of mythical beings and powerful Gods it would be the greatest crime to deny her of his trust on such matters. That wasn’t to say he wouldn’t need for her to explain things further. For now he chose just to listen, those dark eyes of his looking into her own as she moved to sit as his side, shifting himself slightly so that his gaze may remain directly on her. After all she was so beautiful, such innocence like he had never known, he found himself not wanting to look away. It was strange, her seeming so delicate and pure shouldn’t have caught Brandon’s attention in the slightest, but it did. That was exactly what drew him in. The wild wolf within him, for once, wanted to do all it could to protect and please her instead of devouring her like it had others. “Then I hope you do stay out of my dreams, they aren’t exactly aspirations I can achieve,” mostly because he couldn’t very well KILL Rhaegar Targaryen when he wasn’t in the same world as him. “Don’t worry yourself over what I never achieved, I was set to one thing in my life and that’s all. I assure you it’s no great loss.” He gave her a smile which was only small but he hoped it would be big enough to ensure her he was quite okay, simply nodding at the mention of his suffering. “Bored of you? Gods, Moon, who could ever grow tired of you?” The chuckle that parted his lips couldn’t be stopped, it just seemed like a ridiculous idea to him. She was so intriguing and fascinating that he couldn’t even imagine ever growing bored of her. “Then, if you’ll consent, I’ll teach you…” Before there could be anymore talk, Brandon removed one of his hands from hers to gently take the side of her neck, he leaned forward and captured her lips in a soft kiss. He didn’t expect her to know what to do in return but she would at least feel his lips regardless, before he pulled back to try and gauge her reaction.

            in all honesty, the thought of entering his dreams did intrigue her. one could not put up barriers in their dreams, or hide behind a wall for comfort. they were exposed: what they thought of themselves, how they saw others and most importantly, what they really wanted, was exposed. she had not visited anyone’s dreams since coming here, it wasn’t the same as before, where her realm consisted of their dreams and beliefs. this was the real world and she did not feel comfortable with walking into someones dreams without express permission from them. then again, only brandon was aware of what she was now, so he was the only one that could give her that permission. “...i do hope you allow me to visit your dreams one day... if only to see where it is you have come from. perhaps, maybe, i can even show you where i come from too?” she replied before slowly nodding. she wasn’t sure if he was TRULY okay, but from what she gathered on humans, many did not like to talk about their tragedies -- not that she could blame them. upon hearing him chuckle, moon blinked a few times, clearly both baffled and amused. she never expected someone to say such a thing or react in such a way. a soft laugh escaped her as she looked down at their hands, her face growing a bit warm when brandon offered to ‘teach’ her. good heavens, she wasn’t even sure if she knew what that all entailed but... she wanted to find out. before she could respond, she felt the others hand against her neck, bringing her a bit closer before their lips met. it was the first time a man had touched her, or had even been that CLOSE before. her lips tingled a bit, a smile coming to form on them before she returned her gaze to brandon’s. “will you teach me how to do that as well? if so, then yes... yes, you have my consent.” moon stated, breathing out slowly afterwards. her heart was practically jumping out of her chest now, she could almost feel it beating in her throat. licking her lips, she moved a bit closer to him, moving her hands to brandon’s shoulders to remain balanced (or so she told herself). “though, i will admit that i am scared... or is it nervous? perhaps both. however, i trust you, brandon. from the moment i met you, your presence has made me feel safe - YOU make me feel safe. so... just know that if there ever comes a time where i reject your teachings -- it is merely out of nervousness and it would not mean that i do not desire you... because i do; greatly.”

[hernameismoonchild]

“Sure, that sounds great. What’s your name anyway?”

           she was always a curious one, then again, she was in a whole different world and thus often forgot simple customs. after all, no one needed names in a dream. “oh, right! MOON, my name is moon.” she said, smiling afterwards. “--and you, what is it you’re called?”

[hernameismoonchild]

don’t be friends with @ofodinisms. they are mean and have a very big ego.

ofodinisms oh my god yes that too i am just great like 10 out of 10 would bang

ofodinisms get your eyes checked turd

[hernameismoonchild]

        She was a gentle soul, unlike any he had met before, and it wasn’t something Brandon was used to. The women who flocked to him were usually much bolder and self assured, even if they remained inexperienced in many areas. With her nature in mind the last thing he expected was for her to take his hands but he didn’t object, his own enveloping hers as if it were the more natural thing between them. It had been clear that they were close but in his attempts to keep from coming across as too bold and through his masking of the pressure upon his shoulders he had been made blind to any interest she might have shown in him. The smile that had captured his lips had faded as he listened to her, a look of confusion taking over. How could she not be human, was that even possible? In the stories he had been told as a child perhaps, but he no longer believed in the old tales or the Gods; which he had begged and pleaded to save his sister and father, only to receive nothing for his devotion. His lips parted and were cut off just as quickly by her moving his hand to her chest; luckily since he hardly knew what to say. It was so much to take in but there was no disbelief in his expression, after all he came from a place where dragons once roamed and there were children whom lived within the forests, said to posses powers of sorts. “Moon, I’m not certain I fully understand all of that yet but I am certain that you couldn’t disappoint me. If we’re being honest with each other? I suppose I’m not as I seem either.” For a moment his gaze fell, looking to their hands as his thumbs brushed gently against the porcelain skin, a frown coming over his expression. “It seems I don’t come from this world, even in the world that I do come from… I’m dead, I died some time ago. But it would seem my heart still beats, just like yours.” As she did previously, he took one of her hands and placed it over his own chest, dragging his gaze up to finally meet her own. “I was suppose to be Lord of Winterfell and rule as Warden of the North, but all of that fell to my younger brother the day I died as did the woman who was to be my wife. You see I’ve never had anyone by my side either. Not to say I haven’t known women, but don’t assume I expect anything from you. I don’t.” He was rambling as he often did when he hadn’t planned the words before they left his lips. To shut himself up, Brandon lifted both of her hands and pressed his lips against the knuckles on both.

          the shared information was almost overwhelming, but welcomed regardless. she had met many people, made friends, but she had yet to fully admit who or what she was. she could see his confusion, but she could also see his acceptance, which was more than she could ask for. ‘I SUPPOSE I’M NOT AS I SEEM EITHER’, those words caused her brows to furrow slightly, but more out of curiosity than judgement. when brandon admitted of his... departure from the land of the living, moon gave a nod of UNDERSTANDING, taking in the beat of his heart against her palm in the process. when he spoke of the things he was meant to have, including a wife, she felt something small and indescribable tug at her heart, but continued to listen to him despite it. as he began to kiss her knuckles, the empress smiled and slowly moved from the chair across from him, to the small vacant area on the edge of the bed beside brandon. “it would seem the two of us have many tales we could tell each other. i do not want you to think that i am at all put-off by what you are... or rather should be; honestly... i was never truly ALIVE, so i suppose in that we are almost the same. i do not wish to confuse you though, i am not like the god’s that many know, i am more so the goddess of dreams -- GOOD dreams. i keep them safe, help them flourish, turn them into goals and aspirations. i guide them, especially the dreams of children... once people grow up, well... they begin to think more for themselves and don’t really need me anymore -- they have already achieved all i helped them realize. ...however... i do wish you were able to achieve all that you had set your mind to, your souls seems so young, even with the time that has passed... your death could not have been a natural one. i am so sorry you had to suffer.” she said, whispering towards the end before she cleared her throat. his past wasn’t her place, she knew better than to speak on it unless he did first, so she quickly tried to change the topic back to something they had both been on the same track with. “--i also don’t assume that you except anything from me, i just... i WANT to give things to you brandon, things that i am not skilled at, in the slightest. all i ask is that you don’t get bored with me or grow tired of waiting for me.”

[hernameismoonchild]

“Of course I don’t eat people that would be crazy.” Tristan laughed faking a look of disgust. “I’ll go with the pizza.”

            she laughed as well, shaking her head at the thought. perhaps she was being the silly one? “ah, an excellent choice! the pizza parlor is just around the corner, may i treat you to a slice?”

[cfwolfblood]

                                 HE makes her feel safe.                                                SHE lights his darkness.

[ohmycavill]