& in the end, isn’t that what we all want?
To not feel so
split? To carry an image of ourselves
inside ourselves & know exactly what we mean
when we say I— . I— .
I— ?
{ louis partridge + four and twenty + male + he/him } welcome to westeros ORION of HOUSE HIGHTOWER + THE HIGHTOWER! it is quite well known that they are EASY-GOING and CURIOUS, though behind closed doors the people whisper that they are also CAPRICIOUS and DECEITFUL. whenever i think of them, i am reminded of white petals embracing a yellow center, a labyrinth of a mind where the exit is nowhere in sight, being both the brick layer and the imprisoned, the light guiding the way an unapologetic, burning green, being your own alchemical experiment, consumed by a longing to create something from nothing. may they prove their worth in the game of thrones.
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𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. lord orion hightower.
𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. have at it my man.
𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒. lord of house hightower.
𝐀𝐆𝐄. four and twenty.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. man (he/him).
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. unwed.
𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐍. faith of the seven.
𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. house hightower.
𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. house hightower, the citadel, house targaryen
𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒. common tongue.
𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 6'4".
𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. dark brown.
𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. dark brown, reaches his ears.
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒. TBD.
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. lord gawen hightower (deceased) and lady alla hightower (nee tarly)
𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. lord lyonel and lady cornelia hightower.
𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄. none.
𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. king aerion targaryen (squired for).
“You may drink all the moon tea your heart desires, Lady Alla, but the Mother has ways of making miracles happen.” The Maester had told Alla Hightower upon discovering her pregnancy five and twenty years prior, when the youngest of her two children had just had her ninth nameday.
Months later, Lord Orion Hightower is born, and while his siblings had been greeted with abundance and joy, Orion had no such spoils of the war of birth. He did not go without, certainly not; he is a lord of House Hightower, albeit an unwanted, and unnecessary, one. Lord Lyonel and Lady Cornelia, healthy and distinguished children, had already wormed their ways into the hearts of many, and taken permanent residence within the valves of their parents’. It is difficult to open your heart to adoration once more, a decade after your life had been usurped by your blessings.
Lady Alla Hightower knew of the slippery slope of third born children, and while she was less free with her affections towards Orion as she had been with his older siblings, she still did not want him to fall over the cliff of restlessness, especially with how he acted out as a child, even more of a whirlwind than Cornelia had been, begging for the scraps of attention awarded his siblings for simply existing. She had him focus on his studies, and he excelled for a child of his age. But the restlessness did not stop, and neither did the trouble. He was a child known for telling exuberant stories laced with lie after lie, for running about the halls and screaming bloody murder, for getting lost in their gardens and forests, only showing up after every member of the household had been sent looking for him.
When Lyonel had decided upon his stay in King’s Landing, their mother implored him to take Orion with him so that he may make something of himself. Orion, only ten then, had been taken in as a squire by the Crown Prince Aerion. The labor of a squire’s duties combined with all the new beginnings and new experiences (Court under the king!, visitors from all over the planet!, watching the prince hunt!) kept him in line for years, and he had grown to admire the crown prince, finding in him the friend he could not find within his brother (Though, that had never been a high bar to reach considering the man had never wanted anything to do with him. He knows his position was given to him in order to appease their mother, and not from any form of fraternal love.) The path was clear; he would be a squire, and then a knight, and, perhaps, were his capabilities proven worthy, he would join the kingsguard.
But, at five and ten, Orion’s restlessness returned. He begged off his journey of knighthood, when patience would have at least given him a title, would have given the years meaning. In the next five years, he flits between multiple paths. Moons in study of the Faith. A year following a wealthy merchant before his snobbish, highborn-bred disposition makes him unable to take anymore. He had tried going to Essos, even, though after multiple run-ins with trouble because he could not keep his mouth shut, he went back home with his tail between his legs, where he learn the management of the keep and had thought, this is enough. It was easier to establish relationships this way, anyways, surface level friendships and romps with carefree lovers; he was a dog begging for affection wherever he could get it.
At age twenty, he fancied himself a future Maester, and joined the Citadel. The work was not easy, no, but Orion did not want easy….He wanted something, the concept of which was just out of his grasp. At the Citadel, he earned himself three links to his chain despite not finding much love to be given to him from his fellow novices. Lord Gawen dies during his tutelage at the Citadel, and Orion, despite not having an inch of closeness with his father, is worse off for it, as if the unknown goal he had been reaching toward had him reach a dead end.
Four and twenty saw the same as every other grand idea Orion had followed, only to give up, to find in himself the inability to commit when the glimmer of something new had worn off. The war had phased him relatively little, consumed as he had been in his studies, especially when the battles were far from Oldtown, and his own family (Well, save his good brother, whichever one his sister had married last) had left it behind practically unscathed.
He followed his brother, after, thinking perhaps the man had the right idea, whatever that idea was, and that, even if he is not to hold the same position of ruling lord as the older man, he might at least learn something of note.
