#burdencrowned

[chieftn]

   ❛    do  you  know  any  of  your     .  .  .  .     delegates ,     up  in  the  north   ?     ❜    the question is posed like your hands aren’t shaking,   like your heart isn’t  racing  to escape the confinements of your chest.    it is a careful,   timid  question,   but one you  need  an answer to.    the small purple fabric covering your palms shares a too-similar crest to one you know,  that you have been searching for an owner to.    if  corona  shared those the same ideals    –    gods.   everything would be different,   seen in a new,  tainted light.

         ❛     by     –     by  the  name  bludvist     ?     ❜  

@burdencrowned        !   

[valmadr-blog]

@burdencrowned

❝ You should be more careful with your hair, ❞ Tuffnut said, holding a good amount of her hair in his arms.  ❝ It’s funny watching everyone trip over it but it’s not so funny when everyone is trampling over it  -  or using it as cloth. ❞

[coredecay-blog]

gilded-sandalled feet strike the surface beneath with ruinous intent,    ankles protesting against violent action.    tumultuous thoughts bound within his heart,    chaos now incarnate!    the anonymous surround him,    eyes darting as legs carry sun-born body forward.    demands smolder inside his mouth,    syllables pressing between teeth and becoming smokey exhale.    what is this?    each agitated breath causing wide chest to expand quickly.    he did not recognize these walls!    the gods must have cursed him,    made him a sufferer!    lips purse,    nails carving arches into his palms.    not a vision,    no,    but reality.    this was an atmosphere he wanted not to linger in!    how was he to leave?    throat shudders,    head tilting over his shoulder.    ‘    --     !    ’    yellow reflects in tapered irises.    more visions,    or a person?    eyes land on a figure,    hesitance left in cinders as he digs his heels down.    his voice is loud,    born of overwrought tones.    ‘    you there!    tell me    --    ’    rapid inhale separates the syntax,    jaw taut.    ‘    tell me what this is!    ’    /    @burdencrowned.

[alchemt]

    ❛    so where to first,    rapunzel     ?    ❜     you are half wish   /   all star,  a type of burning that is easy to look at.    an  endless  bounding,   the both of you,   raw and heavy in all of your light,   like a summer’s dream,   a story that rests,   before the running and racing.  

       you want to learn this from her    :    a gentle creation,   all dream,   all wonder.    she reaches out and everything she touches turns to flowers mid-bloom,   golden sunlight,   all a lightness,   and the way it   wreathes   you in a grace that you want to grasp,   to hold close,   to keep it for as long as you are allowed.   you  want  this    -    her friendship,   her infectious light,   and way it makes you feel  endless  beside her.    impossible,   like there isn’t a single thing in the   whole  entire  world   you couldn’t do,   if you were together. 

 ❛    the whole day is ours   !   we could go to the new section they just finished construction of at the library,  or the river,   i heard summer is the best time for shell collecting,  corona’s waters are the perfect temperature for color variations in practically the entire kingdom    –      or    !    what’s your  favorite place  in the  whole of corona   ?     ❜     maybe,   like this,   daytime will become your favorite time of day,   shining  and  golden  and  never  alone.  

@burdencrowned        !

[siinbcd]

                          ✺  starter for @burdencrowned​ !!  ✺

                                     the salty air mixed with the cool breeze felt cool -- and wet -- against tan skin. the genial noise of the crew mixed with spike’s cheerful barks filled the deck. all around them was nothing but water and the sound of the waves crashing against the wooden board of his ship made sinbad feel like home. of course, not everything felt like home, he thought as he stepped on long golden locks of flowing hair. 

                            ❝ alright alright -- rule number one, princess; no hair tie, no service. ❞ he said loudly to their prisoner guest whilst slapping his hands together to grasp her attention. ❝ i know what you’re thinking, this is cool, but this is not a holiday. we’ve been hired to transport you to what’s-her-face and you will not cause any trouble. got it ? ❞ 

[ladyncrth]

‘ tell me about jon. it must be nice to have a brother, ‘ shoulders slumped, somehow bitter that growing up without her family had only made her accustomed to being lonely. ‘ someone to protect you and love you without thinking twice. ‘

                                               shame & guilt  ———

it was not a feeling sansa was accustomed to when she was a child.      it was certainly not something she should feel towards her siblings,      and yet at the name of her half-brother, she could feel herself recoiling.          she was ashamed and guilty – for not treating jon the same way she treated robb, bran, and rickon. she, like her mother,   would often look down on jon for being a bastard.     she never fully hated him, but she never really had much love either. she was such a brat towards him sometimes and now,  he was the only one she had left. everyone in their family was either dead or missing.   she had never appreciated how a good person jon snow was, he had never asked for anything from them and she knew how their mother despised him so. 

‘ jon deserves more than life has given him, that’s for sure. he was the first person who made me feel like i was home. i don’t deserve to have him in my life. ‘

[sonnenstola]

                             ❝ all at once, everything is different-- now that i see you ❞

                           independent & selective eugene fitzherbert and rapunzel from disney’s tangled                                                                   written by amanda and bee!

[islesfrom]

❝    THE LOST PRINCESS.     ❞      words spoken so gently   ,   it rivals the drop of morning dews on helpless leaves   .    beauty gracing earth   ,    devon walks himself and smiles   ,   the charm behind it dripping    ———      light eyes never leaving the poor   ,   poor girl  .   to be lost for so long  .     ❝     what a pleasure   .    prince devon   ,   of the southern isles  .      ❞    &. @burdencrowned  !

♡’d  . . .