#stardustmaiden

[sunofdorne]

*puts white powder on one's face, throws a white blanket over one's head and makes a melancholic face while staring to the distance* "I'm Rhaegar."

----- Elia is currently not available for she is on the floor dying of absolute laughter.

[shieldmciden]

Shoutout to @stardustmaiden for approaching me via IM the best way possible.

[ircnwccd]

hey @staff, deleta também a @stardustmaiden que só me faz sofrer. flw vlw

[vclois-blog]

“We have too much power to let anger and jealousy cloud our judgement.”

@stardustmaiden

[pxtienceisavirtue]

              “My god! Have you EVER seen a night sky like this? I’ve never really been one for astronomy but it’s at times like this, I think I might just be missing something...”

@stardustmaiden | SC

[ircnwccd]

; from small beginnings

The hagia was called upon by those who were alone, but restless. Tired and yet still fighting. They looked to her for strenght throughout adversities, and those she knew too well. Angrboda was not born great, but she fought to greatness. She went, kicking and screaming, towards her goal. She would never settle for less than what she wanted. There she stood, chieftain of the Ironwood and its folk. The wood east of Midgard, a realm which she often visited. Once, she recalled, she found a man and a child which was not his own. A child stolen. Such small suckling, defenseless, caught Iárnvidia’s attention. So innocent, and already facing great peril, but alive still. The youngling had a fire within, she was sure. The giantess -- to Midgard’s standard -- approached him with anger. She knew too well of stolen children. “It would do you well to not harm the child”, the giantess delivered through gritted teeth, black war paint bringing attention to her wide green eyes. “She is mine too, and when I return to claim her... by the Norns... she better be able-bodied, father of hers”. There was little confrontation from the Earl. Angrboda knew he would come through with his promise to her. The hagia could recognize the pain of a parent who had lost his kin in his eyes.

Years had passed before Angrboda had the chance to return to Midgard. Her own pack needed her guidance, her feral command and her ruling. Although a bond connected her to the Midgard-dwelling ‘pup’ she left behind, her mind became filled with other concerns. But she did return, chasing after yet another one of her kin: a small wolf who wandered too far for its own sake. Death would find it before long, so the hagia went after.

The smell of a familiar place was quick to remind her of the past. The Earl’s hird walked around, footwear heavy against the ground. But none of them were her. She could smell her too, the once meager child. The chieftain made her way unseen through the thick forest around the estate, until she reached an open field. The girl was there, she was certain. Shape-shifting to a more Midgardian height, Angrboda approached, fingers tight around her spear. "...you have grown."

[swordknown]

❝ it is ill to keep a lady waiting. ❞

asoiaf starters pt. 6 ;; accepting

@stardustmaiden​

“Good thing you’re no lady then, eh?” Arthur joked, knocking his hip against hers before pulling her arm into his, silently insisting on escorting her. After all, it was rare that Starfall held any sort of social gathering, and he’d be all to happy to act overprotective over his available sisters. Which, speaking of... 

“I’m not that late. Ashara isn’t even ready yet.” he pointed out. That, at least, meant that he wasn’t horribly late. Ashara, after all, spent more time than anyone he knew prettying herself up, as if she needed it. “She’s the one you’ll have to complain to.”

[principessaofverona-blog]

“PLEASE FORGIVE ME.”

Isabella doesn’t wish to suspect the other of anything but with such a phrase being uttered as Astra ended the room, well, Isabella couldn’t help it. Studiedly silent as quill is set on the desk and Isabella stands, moving to stand in front of the other.

“Astra...” slow, gentle. “What did you do to make you ask me such a thing?”