𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔫   ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ   ѕᴏᴜᴛʜ .

𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔫    ᵒᶠ    ᵗʰᵉ    ѕᴏᴜᴛʜ .

[ormunds]

ˑ ᵗʰᵉ      ʷⁱᵉˡᵈᵉʳ      ᵒᶠ       ᴠɪɢɪʟᴀɴᴄᴇ  ...

 #ORMUNDS .     INDEPENDENT  PORTRAYAL  OF  LORD  ORMUND  HIGHTOWER,   FROM  FIRE & BLOOD  /  HOTD .     MUTUALS ONLY,   LOW  ACTIVITY,   BASIC  RP  ETIQUETTE  APPLIES .     CHERISHED BY  DAISY !

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his heart forever in the hands of @sigilstag ♡

[sigilstag]

LETTER  SENT  TO  MATEO  TYRELL  ,  INCORRECTLY  DELIVERED  TO  @ormunds

dear  mateo,

thank  you  for  writing  to  me  after  a  moon.  i  will  not  hold  this  against  you  for  i  am  trying  to  be  nice.

this  summer  is  nothing  but  a  void.

i  cannot  go  sailing  ,  father  has  told  me  so.  and  i  reckon  i  will  not  see  you  soon  ?  since  you  are  off  to  become  a  knight  under  lord  hightower.  i  pray  your  training  has  not  taken  the  light  out  of  you.  speaking  of  ,  how  is  your  sire  ?

i  must  confess  ,  i  miss  him.  oh  yes  ,  i  do.  my  the  light  of  dreary  storm's  end.  how  is  he  keeping  ?  has  he  mentioned  me  yet?  is  the  war  taking  its  toll  on  him?  i  know  not  what  he  means  to  me  but  i  am  scared  to  find  out.  what  a  wretched  thing  this  ordeal  is  !  gods  forbid  a  girl's  heart  is  snared  by  a  man  so  handsome.  he  tells  me  not  to  worry  in  our  letters  but  you  may  as  well  forbid  the  sea  to  follow  the  moon. 

i  will  not  apologise  for  what  i  subject  you  to  in  this  letter  for  you  are  a  friend  dearer  than  any.  and  no  mateo,  i  do  not  intend  to  be  friends  with  your  lord.  haply  ...  something  more.  label  me  depraved  but  i  will  keep  his  strong  arms  in  my  thoughts  and  dreams  and  his  stalwart  shoulders  and  his  oh  so  fair  visage  and  i  may  have  already  forgotten  the  count  of  his  dimples.  did  i  tell  you  that  he  is  tall  as  my  doorframe?  well  ,  i  am  telling  you  again  lest  you  and  i  forget.

keep  an  eye  out  for  me,  my  knight.  and  tell  me  if  there's  any  mention  of  a  lady  or  anything  of  that  sort  waiting  for  him  ,  even  if  it  is  made  in  passing.  then  i  must  take  the  arduous  task  of  uprooting  him  from  my  heart.

but  you  must  keep  these  ...  inquires  between  you  and  i  or  i  swear  to  the  mother  i  will  air  out  everything  to  one  of  your  older  brothers  whence  they  come  here.  which  i  presume  is  soon,  since  hunting  season  is  upon  us. 

write  back  to  me,  idiot.

much  love  ,

your  dear  lynorra.

[ormunds]

THE AFTERMATH OF AN ILL - FATED LETTER . . .                 the sweetness of her presence resonates, settles in his heart until he wishes to know nought else, so swiftly has she become familiar.    & so he walks proudly beside her, clad in splendid emerald chased with silver thread & all too aware of words written unspoken ... he deign now cloak broad shoulders in innocent gallantry.     ❝ lady lynorra, ❞   lilts he, a placid glimmer in his eyes.   ❝ you look troubled. as though your heart has been ensnared by some terrible fate. ❞    & as  her  storm  eyes  lift,  so  part  his.    ❝ gods forbid it be a man too handsome for his own good. ❞ dimpled smile ( he wonders at what moment her fair eyes had counted such lines ) is drawn upwards, to the swallows that dance between the architecture above. he recalls reading of their loyalty, the bond formed between twain, how they return each year to the same nest to reunite with the same mate, devoted & devoutly true unto one another eternally. ⸻ the intimacy of oldtown at dusk surrounds them ... bells chime & peal in longing strains, orange blossom & honeysuckle twine upon pale arches, fallen ivory petals damask the floor, perfume the balmy evening air of the city. the hightower takes little notice of the passers-by that cast awestruck intrigued glances upon them, happens a glance toward the carved archway of a merchant's door as they pass. is he truly so tall as a doorframe? lanterns line the streets like sentinels, aglow to replace the sunken sun. & oh, how they reflect upon her mass of dark curls that cascade down her shoulders, the graceful arch of her back. their path leads to the plaza & now another world unfurls afore them : the  honeywine  forged  in  dazzling  gold light, a ribbon woven through the landscape far  below. fenland grows bright & verdant at river's edge though  ormund's  gaze  lingers  only upon  the  doe ( her  cheeks  & ears painted  rosy, he believes  by  the  warmth  of  the  evening breeze, their excursion ... )   how   far  they  had  come. &  in  more ways  than  distance. the  silence  of  the  evening  lingers  in  coastal  eyes  yet  with  warmth  at  the  swell  of  his  tongue intimacy  colours  his  confession.   ❝ the seven have answered my prayers already tonight. ❞ words revolve in flame, keeping the coliseum of his heart afire. he divulges no further but  runs  exasperated a  hand  through  umber  curls,  tinged  rich  chestnut  in  the  hazy sunset &  reluctantly  pulls   his   gaze  to  the  ivory  sept  nestled ahead of them, halo'd by the early glint of dim stars. his wish had been only for her presence.

[ormunds]

In love with your ormund🍓

in love with you messaging me this bc it means the world !

[ormunds]

⊱⠀ ⠀ ⸻ MODERN 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒 orm is based in london, having inherited 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 & 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐘, a bookshop that has been in the hightower family for generations. an antiquarian place of dark oak shelves & rare editions, a glass skylight roof ( let there be light ! ) & the occasional green plant, a lingering scent of cedarwood, coffee ( that always ends up cold due to the interruption of customers, which he never minds ), bergamot ( he often has a clementine & bar of dark chocolate at his desk ), expensive paper .. the gentle & attentive owner with his rolled-up sleeves & timepiece watch he rarely ever takes notice of, bearing skills in restoration & a nature so intelligently composed & old - fashioned yet with a softness beneath his formality, ever so often found slumbering ( due to a certain captivating night owl baratheon ) in an armchair with an unread manuscript in his lap ..

[ormunds]

⊱⠀ ⠀ ⸻   ⠀ WHAT COLOUR IS YOUR AURA ?

WINE ﹒     ❝  plums, planners, theatres, pursed lips, mosaics, sewing thread. your essence is wine: you are ruled by determination to bring your grand vision to life. you are a pillar of your chosen family; RELIABLE & MORAL, there is never a situation for which you are not prepared ( ! ) you are an idealist and accept nothing less of yourself. you are the activist. you are the dutiful. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of amaranth, pearl, grey, and pink, who share your need to devote to a cause ♡ you are also drawn to the expressive orchid and mauve, who will help you grow and learn it is okay to not live up to expectation. however, you may struggle to get along with the excessive personalities of jade and fire who do not know what they truly want.

tagged by: @sigilstag, @zaldarias ♡ ︎ tagging: @lyonelb & @halfgigas ! ( cough, the age gap guys )

[ormunds]

⊱⠀ ⠀ ⸻   ⠀ WHAT ARE YOUR HANDS COVERED IN ?

SOMEONE'S HANDS ﹒     ❝  you will not let go. YOU WILL NOT LET GO because – because you love them. your hold bruises their skin, makes it tender & so very painful. blood vessels pop & cloud on the surface, fingers soak with the colour of sky & blackberry fields & still – STILL YOU HOLD ON. you cannot imagine their hand not in yours, their warm palm not against your freezing one. they cry silently, turn their head away. you hold them tighter because you do not want them to cry, you want them to be safe. they cry harder. you love them so much, don't you ?

tagging : @sigilstag / @lyonelb / @halfgigas / @sunfyred / @misrybred / @zaldarias / @summerhells / @fromanne / @putrideer / @westsgem / @lary5trong / @praeludio

[ormunds]

#ormfused.

[faermaiden]

JAMES NORTON AS NICK PEARCE in ex husbands ( 2023 )

[ormunds]

𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐸𝑆        ⊱        he stands tall at 6'1,  with breadth sufficient to make him imposing.    youth's curves of countenance tarried on to manhood,  features are chiselled ﹠ clear-cut,  deep tranquil eyes o𝑓 steel blue,  a tumbling lop of heavy brown curls.    he carries a weary,  almost bored expression,  a strikingly measured step;   built of a composure hard won ﹠ carefully brandished.  his qualities balance oft between amiability and condescension .. so one facing him may be uncertain of where they stand.

to stand steadfast when the foundations are falling.    as nephew,  cousin,  son,  lord,  he bears a significant burden,  though it be naturally borne in ribs ivory-boned as the tower whose qualities he embodies  ⸻ for he values quiet intellect ﹠ upheld stability,  a man of sound judgement  &  innate moral integrity.    

to valiantly carry a war effort upon one's shoulders, a stallion with his herd, & fain as attentive. he notices nuance ﹠ subtle detail, he will adjust his tone if he observes a man is afraid, if he senses exhaustion. a depth of emotional intelligence brandished but rarely expressed, his heart lingers in the honour of restraint.  devoutly over-protective,  however apt to bide feelings ..  but behind cerebral nature lingers a softness,  rarely yielded to,  though his eyes are oft first to betray unspoken sentiment.

[ormunds]

"I thought you'd be taller."

   ❝ ⸻ and yet here you stand in my shadow . ❞

[ormunds]

☆☆☆☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs - it's time to spread positivity! ☆☆☆☆

oh i got stars !! ( thank you ever so much darling, right back at you ! )

[ormunds]

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders.

" fine. i'll let you sleep, just this once. because i can't bear to see this paleness take over you. "

QUOTH THE CAT WHO CONSPIRES NIGHTLY WITH THE MOON AGAINST HIS REST [ ... ] well, two can play at being feline ⸻ for out darts his palm with hunter's instinct to catch her wrist ( though ever so gently does he clasp the delicate bird of her joint ) the lord glances up at his sunflower & light meets light, despite the dim evening, despite his encumbered lids, despite the dark umber shadow of hair so hopelessly disordered 'pon his brow. ❝ you only pity me because you're responsible for me looking half dead in the first place. ❞ ( purrs forth drowsy mirth ) & there he presses a doting kiss upon her ivory knuckles. LADY BARATHEON WILLING HER MAN TO SLUMBER ? unheard of ! a miracle not even the gods could have foreseen. the bird is lamentably released , yet offered a nest [ ... ] for brawny ribcage bares vulnerable as his arm lolls languidly outstretched, an invitation .

[misrybred]

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 ... someone who was not otto hightower, she means. it made her realize just how odd it felt seeing someone with the same last name as her, how long it had been her father in her ear or touching against her shoulder. ever since she was a girl she hardly longed for home because the redkeep had become that ... rhaenyra had become that & alicent enjoyed the life she did have until everything changed. it was becoming queen, a mother, a widow which allowed the dowager queen to reflect on what she thought was home or important. ( not much she can do now, is there ? her bed had been made for her outside of the mistakes, choices, her own hand had made along the way. ) hand absently plays with the kings council ball as alicent takes up his seat with aegon, of course, no where to be seen all evening. 'idiot,' she had sneered inwardly before eyes return to ormund whom she had not seen in years. ❛ any news ? ❜ asked without much hope, ❛ preferably uplifting news if you can manage it. ❜

[ * @ormunds gets a random starter ! ]

[ormunds]

SEA-BREEZE CRESTS PANE, LIFTS DRAPES IN A HALF-HEARTED CARESS, SCENT OF HONEYSUCKLE TWINES HEADY & NECTAROUS DESPITE THE RANCID CITY FAR BELOW. a huff breaches nostrils as he leans broad back 'gainst seat, one hand resting languid 'pon the oak, fingers drumming board. deep languid blues set upon his auburn-haired kin [ ... ] beyond whispers & vague memory he had almost forgotten what she looked like. yet here she reposes afore him, in the place of the king, council stone turned anxious idle betwixt slender fingers & every inch a hightower, despite the crown having long since claimed her. ❝ uplifting ? ❞ softly he utters the word, cadence laced with tired mirth. a concept foreign & scarcely befit for king's landing [ ... ] fingers halt their beat to rise & sift through his hair, edge of lips twitch upwards at her request. dragons gather, armies march, your son disappears when the council requires him most. [ … ] ❝ the realm appears determined to devour itself before the year is out. though, ❞ ( & momentarily he regards her. not the dowager queen, but alicent. ) ❝ oldtown still stands, the hightower still burns. ❞ & BOTH REMAIN LOYAL TO THEIR BLOOD. reason enough to thank the gods each morning. gaze searches hers now, kindling solidarity as voice comes quieter, reassuring. ❝ and you are not alone in this city anymore. ❞

[ormunds]

okay ..

[mythshire]

✧˖°˖✧  𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 ··· a collection of court politics, family loyalty, righteous claim roleplay sentence starters for those who never asked for the crown but wear it anyway. genre: political intrigue, duty vs desire, power & consequence.

• The realm requires stability, not affection. You would do well to remember as much. • They shall name us usurpers regardless of our actions. We may as well prove effective. • Do you think I desired this burden? That I find rest easily in my chambers? • History is penned by victors. We need only ensure our triumph. • The smallfolk care nothing for legitimacy. They desire full bellies and protected hearths. • I do what our father ought to have done years hence. • Sentiment is a luxury ill-afforded in times such as these. • Every choice I make serves this house. Every single one. • They were given opportunity to bend the knee. They chose steel instead. • I know well what is spoken of me in the streets. Let them speak. • The council is peopled by old men playing at loyalty. We require true allies. • Do you name me cruel? I am practical. There lies the difference. • The throne was sworn to me. I shall not beg forgiveness for claiming what is mine by right. • You desire mercy from me? Mercy delivered us to this precipice. • I protect what belongs to our bloodline. Why can you not see the necessity? • The gods may pass judgment upon me, but the realm shall remember me as its salvation. • This crown bears a weight you cannot fathom. • I shoulder this burden so you need not. Show proper gratitude. • We stand as the final bulwark against chaos. Conduct yourself accordingly. • Your conscience holds less import than our house's survival. • I shall not permit sentiment to unmake all we have built. • They desire a monster? I shall give them a sovereign. • The histories shall vindicate our cause. They always do. • I hold this realm intact with bloodied hands and you dare question my methods? • Do not mistake my resolve for wanton cruelty. I do what must be done. • The Faith stands beside us. The commons shall follow in turn. • You think them honorable? They would gladly see us put to the sword. • I did not desire this war. But I shall see it concluded. • Each day I choose duty above my own yearnings. Each and every day. • We are the rightful heirs. The law itself speaks for our claim. • I have sacrificed all for this family's future. • I know what I have become. Do you know what you are? • The hand that wields the sword commands the realm. Do not forget it. • They forced our hand in this matter. We merely respond in kind. • You seek peace? Peace demands victory first. • I stand as shield between our house and annihilation. • The crown cares nothing for your uncertainties. Bear it or step aside. • Righteousness does not win wars. Strategy does. • I undertake what you prove too craven to attempt. • This matter extends beyond any single one of us. Can you not comprehend as much? • The realm shall offer thanks when the dust has settled.

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -

01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -

01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -

01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.

[ormunds]

listen .. orm bearing a terrifyingly placid competency during crises .. his ability to meet travesty with steadfast valour, to assume command over a situation with his steady hands & soothing voice, his rational & instant decision making, a grace amid relentless pressure.

HE BEING A STOIC GUIDING LIGHT OTHERS INSTINCTIVELY LOOK TOWARDS. a harbour of calm water to bring blazing ships to anchor.

.. but afterwards, when he’s alone ?? falling into glassy eyed despondency, a profound exhaustion. sinking silent & ruffled into tormented repose, the lucidity of his mind all blown to the wind as he preens incessantly over every mistake he could have made, every potential mishap. & then he thanks the seven for guidance, no matter the outcome.