#defiedking

[duskregal-blog]

.•°* ＴＨＥ ＬＥＧＥＮＤ ＯＦ ＺＥＬＤＡ ┆ “ accepting  /  @defiedking

❝ he who wields such power would make a suitable king for this world, don’t you think? ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍,  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 !      ——-    goosebumps beneath black amber silk.    Power corrupts,   like a virus it consumes.   sometimes he doesn’t seem so harmless,   thinks she.     The princess’s gaze never falters,   ney,   eyebrows only knit,  even if slightly,   in the middle of adorned features.      ❛      King ?     ❜       she then asks,    although it had been more a rhetorical question than anything else.          

                    ❛      i’m my father’s daughter,    the one and only rightful heir to the throne     ❜     she solemnly states as hands are clasped in front of her            ❛      he died defending our people,  my father was a good king and he ruled with kindness     ❜     chin lifts,   words begin to show her reluctance,   her apprehension towards the subject      ❛     and i  and only i shall continue to do so !     ❜     

[divinepranker-blog]

♛   °｡ﾟﾟ        FIXATION    SETTLES   ‘PON    FAMILIARITY.    this   is   one   whom   offered   his   hand   in   your   time   of   need    -----    ---    --   &   you   feel   nothing.    not   even   the   HOTTEST   flame   shall   rid   his   heart   of   its   frigidness.   no   minor   trace   of   care    /    naught   ounce   of   gratitude.             ❛      YOU     HAVE     PROVEN     to    be    a    worthy    servant    of    mine.      ❜        

ALBEIT   ;   his   utterance   drawls   in   a   manner   that   there’s    more   to   spill.    wait ,   now.    these   curving   lips   are   not   genuine    &    these   words     -----     ---     --    these   words   are   GLACIAL.       ❛       but   there’s   a   question   which   lingers.    tell   me   truthfully.   would   you   DIE   for   me   ?     ❜    /   @defiedking  .

[speechlesslybeautifularchive]

°｡ﾟﾟ     ❛       I’M    YOUR    ALLY ,    ZANT.    A    DEAR    FRIEND.    ❜      ebony   lashes   fluttering.          here      ;      they    wholly    curtain    crimson    gaze.        much   presence   of    serenity    /   albeit   trace   of   sorrow.            ❛      -----      ---      -    please.     why   do   you   behave   otherwise    ?      ❜       /      @defiedking

[rosalithe-blog]

@defiedking          /          ♥ ‘d     .

❛          you’re     .     .     .    ?          ❜

[atdusk]

     her jaw locks; fangs gritting against one another in the sudden and harsh movement. she may have lost her height ----- may only be but a fraction of his height now, but that didn’t diminish the striking defiance that crested through her very being in the slightest. helm teeters back as her gaze snaps up to meet his. “you’ve become nothing but that man’s puppet ----- and a foolish one at that, zant.” 

@defiedking , called!

[atdusk]

❛ I use to dream about the other side, a sun rising on the skyline with a beautiful rainbow ❜

a meme i lost , @defiedking

       melancholy —– that’s truly the only word she can use to describe this sweet, warm sadness that’s come to envelop her ‘pon such a confession. it resonates. catches her, not off guard, but a little too close to home. for it was a dream they, as a people, had all shared at some point in their long lives. 

      to once again set foot ‘pon that land they had been cast from. to revel in the warmth of the sun’s light. to make merry beneath the ever stretching blues of a sky they had never once been privy to see in person. to dwell in a light that didn’t scorch and sear their very skin the second it captured them within it’s glinting warmth. to be welcomed back into a land only their ancestors had thrived in.

      it was a dream shared by most within the tranquility of twilight. whether it be spoken aloud or kept close, safe and hidden from the waking world.  ——– it’s almost ironic, how fear had been the undoing of their ancestors, and how it would swiftly come again to burden them all once the veil of forced twilight finally lifted. 

      ”you must see how what you’ve done —- what you’re doing will cost us.” her jaw sets. a stubborn facade to stave off the still bitter fires of betrayal. it was a notion she could comprehend and share. but the air between had long since stifled, and thus left no room for any sort of camaraderie. 

     “you’ve cursed our land, and our people ——- this calamity you’ve righted ‘pon the world of light will do nothing but strengthen the fear they hold over our kind. it’ll keep us locked away from the very world you ——- we had dreamed of.” 

[trianimo-blog]

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[ellegreyjoy]

@defiedking

it was over.  there was nothing left on the battlefield,  all fire suffocated,  choked by those freezing depths  /  by death itself.   &   she faded to oblivion,  elle greyjoy had been submitted to the greatest enemy.  strange hands took her back then, pulling her away,  dragging her further into blood-shot numbness.  he fell without me.  he fell because of me.   &   now zora’s domain was but a painful memory,  piercing like a spear,  into this chest.  she’s alone,  kneeling,  the defeated party.  tears stained her face,  mouth twisted together in a constant sign of heartbreak.  she looks up without seeing,  quiet about  the restraints on her wrists,  busy with the weight of loss.  her mind dares to play a trick on her.   ❝   ghirahim ?   ❞   soon enough she sees through mistake,  dropping her head   &   resuming to weep silently.  zant doesn’t know ...  how much mental effort she'll put into keeping her sword spirit away.