#redqheen

[thcbcar]

-smothers in kisses- Just cause you're back and had a tough couple months and you deserve a loving, warm welcome!

[vredeir]

@redqheen     ➔     ♡  !

‘     I  DO  NOT  WANT  PEACE—  peace  is  a  dirty  word.       ’     born     &     raised  on  an  island  in  the  north     (  skagos,  )     mentored  to  live  differently,  to  worship  other  gods,  it  is  no  surprise  that  ivar  does  have  a  vastly  different  view  on  the  world.     ‘     what  is  it  about  the  word  king,  and  queen,  that  makes  even  reasonable  people  behave  like  idiots  ?     ’

[stagnot]

‘      no one cares.    there’s no one there.     ’

     @redqheen    /    one-liner starter call,   song.

[carvedbones]

❝ you didn’t show up. i kept waiting. ❞ from child!dany for our private verse. ;-;

regret,  guilt,  remorse :  synonyms for the same phenomenon, an emotion stronger than any army if tormenting the wrong man, like a shadow of chaos that held the heart in an iron grip. the infamous outsider had experienced it all, from relentless melancholy to anger that burnt his very tongue with each word passing lips ;  but nothing stung quite like the sorrow of regret, something so visceral that the reminder was enough to haunt for days at a time. this one … this one would never stop following him. he vividly remembered when she was born, such a small thing, so clingy. as if she were made solely to be held by his hands, cradled in his arms, given love with a capacity the outsider wasn’t even aware he possessed. he perceived himself a creature of cruelty and rot, a being whose sole existence defied hope, love, comfort and joy  — a dead thing that refused to die, whose soul would eternally wander the realms within its reach until time it self ceased to exist.

but after the sheer agony of childbirth, even as the adrenaline of his misery wore off, there was nothing left in his heart but adoration for the tiny child within his grasp. as she drifted into well-deserved sleep, all he could think of was her :  this child was his heir, bound to grow up with the void whispering to her at night, creatures of shadow following her as they sensed her presence. how he wished he could’ve been the one to raise her, love her as the daughter she was, but in that moment he was weak, disillusioned by thoughts of depression, suicide, or even vivid delusions. the loneliness and rejection culminated into a severe form of postpartum, and the illness did not rest even as he begged it for forgiveness, to be able to bond with his little girl the way he imagined. 

it did not relent. the outsider was defeat by his own body, his one dream shattered to pieces by poor circumstance. as black tears dripped down his cheeks / lips parting to expose a sharp-toothed grimace / anger and self-pity merged into an overwhelming cocktail of exhausting emotions, dany’s small physique left his hands. to replace a mother’s sorrow, a stillborn erased from history. it was done. she was safe. her future was secured.

yet   — ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡. he never would. sensing her desperate wails as her current mother was occupied, it tormented him until the depths of the night, parental instincts urging him to comfort her. he wished he could’ve left, but it never was that simple. anger at oneself turned to anger at the person he’d entrusted this child with, how dare she ignore the child when she needed her most? it was wrong, it tore him to shreds, but he cooed her at times, fed her when her ‘mother’ was prioritizing other matters, putting her to his warm skin. his heartbeat was faint, as expected from a long-deceased deity, but what did it matter to a newborn?  this could not continue for long, and it didn’t. one day the guards came in, to deliver the babe to its mother, and the shadow of a man lingered too long. from then on, the door would always be open, someone permanently by the well-decorated crib. it was a cruel, necessary goodbye.

years passed after that. her presence lingered in his mind more often than not, him having torn himself away from her entirely in an attempt to leave her be. it was torturous, years of a hollow heart having eaten away at what was left of his compassion and empathy. it was meaningless, until  —-

here they were. she had called for him after knowing of his existence, and if the outsider were asked it was way too soon. this, however, he could not pause. nothing could be changed now. to most his appearance was a blessing, a rarity to know he was listening in the first place   —-   but if she even whispered his name, his focus would shift. like magnets, eternally bound together by blood, unique in the world. alone, save for each other. her eyes, bright and vivid, spoke a language of its own, one a pathetic god could listen to for hours. daenerys, rightful heir to the throne. daenerys, child of the void. so young, so small. what had the world done to her? how he wished to hold her, protect her from tyrannical forces beyond his embrace. but that would do no good here. 

                                             — ‘  𝒊 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.  ’

i’m sorry. oh, i am so sorry. fingers entangled with each other as his physique stood before her, struggling to conceal his near-uncontrollable shivering. he would not break, not as she watched. what could he say? she deserved the truth.

 ❝  if i returned..  ❞  a pause. how could the great outsider struggle so with words? what had he become?   ❝  …your mother would no longer be your guardian. i would have taken you away from the house you found comfort in, to bring you to my own;  a realm of dreams, an eternal sea of blue. alone with me, until you could call it your home. however, that existence is very lonely. lonelier than you could ever imagine. i’m not so certain you would have liked that, nor the existence my presence would prepare you for. where you were, how long i disappeared.. i thought it the best.  ❞  he knew that was a lie, but she was too young for the details.

❝  i did it out of love for you. if there had been an alternative at the time, i would have done it in a heartbeat. unfortunately, fate does not care about our hopes.  ❞   this, he would have to live with. until the void swallowed the world and took him with it.  ❝  … i am so sorry.  ❞

[rasuil]

DEMON         SKULL         SHATTERED         LIKE         PORCELAIN         'NEATH         FOOT            .                scarlet         pooled            ,            engulfing         sole         while         head         cocked            .                𝚝𝚑𝚎         𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎         𝚠𝚊𝚜         𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛            .                nothing         he         hadn't         done         countless         times         before            .

the         small         tug         that         spread         throughout         celestial         being            ,            that         was         new            .                𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁         𝚆𝙰𝚂         𝙷𝙴         𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙳         '𝙿𝙾𝙽         𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷            !                posture         stiffened            .                ᴀʟᴇʀᴛ            ﹐            ᴡᴀʀʏ            ﹐            ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ         ғᴏʀ         ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ         ғɪɢʜᴛ            .                a         blink         of         an        eye         &         he         was         elsewhere            .                𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖌𝖊         𝖔𝖋         𝖗𝖆𝖜         𝖕𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗              shutting         down         electrical         grids         across         the         country            .                only         a         fraction         of         his         might            . 

eyes         narrow         at         she         who         summoned         him            .                a         girl            ,            𝖆         𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍            .                not         what         he         had         been         expecting            .   .   .            looks         could         be         deceiving            .                just         look         at        lucifer            .                even         the         pure         can         r o t            .                       ❛     pray         tell            ,            FOR         WHAT         REASON         would         a         witch         seek         to         summon         me            ?    ❜

@redqheen​ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ sᴜᴍᴍᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇʟ

[lavendervcined]

@redqheen || plotted starter

The North seems to hold a general mistrust for the dragon queen who had ridden so far from her goals to aid them. Whether they be proud, fearful; the root reasoning doesn’t matter. What does, is that it’s a fool’s game. The iron throne doesn’t matter; won’t matter, until the Night King is dead. 

If the silver-haired girl knew that, it was silly that the lords here did not.

And so it is the former lady Host, she born of House Thorsson who damns it all; walks to meet the Unburnt within the ice and snow. She moves as though a part of it; half a spectre herself, some said, or perhaps the shadow of a raven. “Your grace,” the red-headed woman speaks, with a graceful curtsy- though she stands in leathers, not skirts, with twin axes at her hips. 

“We’ve not met, but I thought it best now, before things truly become dire.” A crooked smile that does not reach storm-grey eyes. “I am the lady Muninn Host. Or was. Might I walk with you?” The girl did not look a hardened warrior; but there was a dragon’s fire in her eyes, Muninn thought. 

“You will be participating in the battle, then?”

[roseguided-a]

    @redqheen ASKED ,   “𝒔𝒉𝒉, 𝒔𝒉𝒉. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆.” / 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂.

        𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 ,  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓!   images of her father being beheaded , her brother begin shot through the heart , or what mind could conjure at the news of her mother && brother will never leave sansa for as long as lives—she’d conditioned to the idea of loss , but  𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝚃 ,   especially at the oddest times ,  will never feel right.    body had bolted upright in bed ,  forehead && neck drenched in sweat from the cold sweat she’d broken out in before waking from a frightful nightmare!    ;     breath is still heavy && ragged by the time the woman beside her stirs at the sudden motion in bed ,   mind having not yet placed itself back into her new reality.    daenerys’s arms do not hesitant in coming to wrap themselves ‘round her shoulders as one hand smooths down the firey red locks trademark of a tully—words are spoken softly as not to startle her more && the softest of kisses is pressed to the side of sansa’s head all made in the effort to  𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖒 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙.  it’s now that the woman ,  heart made of gold && stone alike ,   leans into the love of her life completely–hand coming to touch gently against  dany’s hand that touched her shoulder.   eyes close , head rested on shoulder , almost against chest :     ❝  it felt so real , dany. ❞   spoke sansa ,  ❝  every time i close my eyes i worry i’ll see them again.  i’ll see what people have done to them–i’ll  𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹   the horror i felt ,  my pain. ❞    tears wet flushed cheeks.   trauma , heartache ,  like that will never leave you  . . though as much as sansa might want it too.   what happened to the stark woman , much like the dragon queen coddling her ,  have shaped them into who they are now.   but , luckily , 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴   𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗.

[ifarus]

          ❝     tell it to me again  ,    how the rebellion came to be  .   ❞           you are restless  ,    calmed like doves after plight  ,    fingers intertwining and head rested upon the other’s shoulder once in closed quarters  .    oft  —-    she is the hand that feeds  ,    provider of love          &.          solace  .    teller of tales by night          (          combined hands rest atop the furs  .    the sweet incense is familiar  ,    but only brings imagined belonging to one that never was  .          )          and on the brink of bitter ‘morrow  :    history of the targaryens ,    to even before either was borne  .   a reminder of their ploy        /        many sojourns  .    fervent plea upon thy mother  ,   fill the mind of revenge and hopeful resolve  ,          telling us  :    what was taken will be restored  .          let us swallow our fears  —-    and what ails us will cease to be  .          ❝     i won’t fall asleep  .    or forget  .    ❞                     /                     @redqheen​