#oberyin

[desertio]

❛ there’s no justice in the world. not unless we make it. ❜

* 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 : 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽

      ❛       and let’s say you die , prince oberyn .    ❜     ufran spoke a bit too quickly and had to distract himself from oberyn martell’s sharp gaze by reaching for a cup of watered down wine . he could feel his eyes pointing at the back of his head like a pair of sharp daggers . still he acted nonchalant , lifting the cup to his lips and taking a small sip . it tasted horribly . but the piper did his best not to wince as soon as the flavor hit his palate . the truth was that ufran sand wasn’t a BRAVE MAN . at least not like those of his songs … he was a cocky one though . prone to answer too quickly or speak over anyone to make a point . any courage that others might see in him were actually echoes of a reckless childhood . ufran finally turned to face oberyn and raised both eyebrows as if caught by surprise by the prince’s dissatisfied look .

                     ❛      a wildly unlikely concept , of course , i have nothing but faith in your fighting skills ! but let us imagine that the mountain does , somehow , beat you .   ❜     dark brown eyes fluttered as a moment of silence settled between the two men . the piper tried to picture it . the eldest of the cleganes , standing over the prince’s body with a bloodied sword , horrible and large and ugly while the red viper’s life faded . a legend lost , yet another child of dorne taken away from them by king’s landing and its’ monsters . any trace of cockiness had faded from his face and when ufran sand spoke next , he had no song left in his voice .       ❛       you die and no justice is made .   ❜   the piper drank once more . he needed the aid of alcohol to wash that thought away .        ❛       the world is merely made a poorer place without you in it .   ❜  

[armourhound-blog]

cleganes are gross :// but,,,,,, coffee you're gr8

the martells are annoyin ://// ………………. but i guess nannie is alright

[desertio]

❛ the last time i was in the capital was many years ago. ❜

* 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 : 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽

                             long fingers curl one of the ends of a dark mustache , over and over again . both men stared down at the streets of king’s landing . such a strange city that was . not at all as ufran had pictured it to be . the streets were small and tight , the people spoke with a horrible accent , the food barely tasted of anything and the palace … well , the palace was far greater than the piper could have ever imagined it to be . even now as they stood there on that balcony , ufran couldn’t believe the size of it . it all seemed like a very strange dream . oberyn , however , wasn’t as overwhelmed as ufran sand .    ❛      you sound displeased , prince oberyn .  ❜     the piper mentioned , a small amused grin hiding beneath his thick beard . dark eyes pulled away from the city’s rooftops to regard the prince . he wasn’t happy with what he found . ever since he had gotten to king’s landing something in oberyn’s stare had CHANGED . the great red viper no longer reflected the sun upon its’ scales .   ━━  BUT HOW COULD HE ? that had been the place where elia martell had drawn her last breath . away from home , surrounded by traitors and red faced fiends . the thought caused ufran’s smile to fade . every dornish man, woman and child knew of elia’s tale for it reminded them that the world outside of dorne could be much CRUELER THAN THE DESERT ITSELF . 

     ❛      though i cannot tell if this is due to your undying love for this city or your hatred for it .  ❜      his words carried some humor within them . he wished to clear the air . it was not a good thing to allow oneself to be lost in the past . nostalgia tricked men into looking backwards instead of forwards . so much so that many ended up SNAPPING THEIR NECKS in the process .

[sisterofthousands-blog]

@oberyin

she cares little for this place. beautiful as it may be, it seems to her that every gilded edge and every intricate detail is designed to distract from simmering discontent and clever machinations. dorne is not without its own whispers, certainly not, but the stares and murmurs that seem to trail after her like a cloak nonetheless dig under her skin more than she would care to admit it. this is a dangerous place, filled with dangerous people, but she too, she reminds herself sternly, is dangerous in her own right. they both are. 

“do you think she’ll actually manage to make him less of a monster?” ellaria glances over her shoulder coolly, though her voice is kept low enough to ensure some amount of privacy. “she’s a pretty thing, the tyrell girl. clever, too, by all accounts.” 

she pours herself a few sips of wine, nose scrunching in faint disdain a second later. whatever it may be, it’s certainly not of dornish make. fingers absently tuck a few strands of dark hair behind an ear before she sighs quietly, rolls her eyes. “they stare, these people. it is out of jealously, no doubt, but that does not make it any less exhausting. does it not tire you, oberyn?” 

[tuhlly]

❛ how many people have you killed? ❜

A        RIVER        SHIMMERED        IN        TULLY        HUES          .              once        bright        &        joyous          ,          now        as        dull        as        murky        lake        of        old          .              you’re        war        torn          .              lost        count        of        death        toll          .              𝖉𝖎𝖉        𝖎𝖙         𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗          ?              it        was        nothing        to        brag        about          .              war        brought        casualties          .              it        was        inevitable          .              coats        of        red        &        gold        had        fallen        from        his        blade          ,          𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕        𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐        𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚝          .              tully        never        thought        himself        to        be        a        violent        individual          .              battles        fought        would        haunt        him        for        the        rest        of        his        days          .                 ❛   too        many          .              it        isn’t        something        i        pride        myself        on            ——-            when        in        war        it        is        kill        or        be        killed          ,          no          ?  ❜

* 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍. / @oberyin