Jul 18, 2018
Rowan!Outdoor Moodboard
“the scenery just calls me and who am I deny it?”
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Rowan!Outdoor Moodboard
“the scenery just calls me and who am I deny it?”
in honor of rowan’s 16th birthday ☛ riley’s sweet 16 themed instagram
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“Rowan shifted and soared high on a fast, wicked wind of his own making, the glimmering sea sprawling to his right, the marshes a green-and-gray tangle to his left. Chaining the wind to him, swiftly catching up with his companions now flying down the coast, he committed her scent to memory, committed that flicker in the bond to memory.”
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“Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.”
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“Fight it, he willed her, sending the words down the bond—the mating bond, which perhaps had settled into place that first moment they’d become carranam, hidden beneath flame and ice and hope for a better future. Fight her. I am coming for you. Even if it takes me a thousand years. I will find you, I will find you, I will find you”
- Sarah J Maas | Empire of Storms
Aesthetic Raven Cycle [1/?]
Ladies of 300 Fox Way- Girl Gang psychics/witches
“There are girls who walk out of burning wreckages with their bodies on fire, girls with messy hair and messier thoughts who spend night times sitting on the roofs of public buildings or befriending wild animal, girls who don’t give a shit if you look at them like you’re frightened of what’s going on inside, girls who wear their skin like it belongs to no one but themselves.”
she walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; and all that’s best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes; thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies.
one shade the more, one ray the less, had half impaired the nameless grace which waves in ever raven trees, or softly lightness o'er her face; where thoughts serenely sweet express how pure, how dear their dwelling place.
and on that cheek, and o'er that brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent, the smiles that win, the tints that glow, but tell of days in goodness spent, a mind at peace with all below, a heart who’s love is innocent
TOG Aesthetics: Rowan Whitethorn.