#vieinvisible

[inhexe]

@vieinvisible requested an arranged marriage starter

A bleak and colorless sky over the mountaintops, the wind pouring dry and cold through the castle courtyard. Letheia's bride walking the gardens on restless feet, back and forth behind the protection of the hedges, like a lion pacing its cage. Her name is as foreign as the silvery pour of her long hair: Rhaenys. Yes, a lion in a cage, Letheia thinks, or a silver lightning bug, circling in the glass jar enclosing it. Or between palms. Palms that could snap together and crush a thing so small and fragile.

Small and fragile. Not words, she thinks, that Rhaenys would ever allow for herself, and at that, she smiles, then steps forward through the thorny rose-arch to join her young companion. The ceremony that will join them is still a week away. She keeps a respectful distance from her betrothed, for now.

"Are you not cold, my lady?" she says. "I should think to find a dragon inside before the fire, not out here where it might snow."

[oakthcrn-aaaa]

🤗 - draws my muse in for a hug (from mama)

Touch Starved Prompts

accepting @vieinvisible

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑻 𝑹𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑵𝒀𝑺' 𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑬𝑹; 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑭𝑬𝑳𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑻 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺. The wonders a hug from your mother could do for the soul. When was the last time she had seen Rhaenys? It felt like years, but realistically, it had only been a couple of months. What a clingy little thing Larkspur was. She didn't care though, she didn't care who saw this moment of vulnerability, she didn't care if the servants snickered behind their hands. She threw her arms around her mother and held her tight. These were uncertain times, and due to the war of succession, people were dying. Lark would take any hug her mother gave her. 

❝ 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐢. ❞ Lark hummed in delight as she snuggled into her. 

❝ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐞. ❞ There was warmth in the embrace, and her mother's perfume tingled her nose as it always did. She finally glanced up and smiled. 

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝. 𝐀𝐡'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐞.  ❞ 

[lcerys-moved]

@vieinvisible said : "you are the second son. while your brother will be king."

that is good, is the first thought that comes to mind. eyes look upwards to his grandmother, teeth sinking into his lower lip. king. the word seems strange to attach to his brother, when he thinks of king viserys as having such a title, and mama would have it after him, wouldn't she ? although he had heard something of the sort before. he guesses his brother would be far older when it would fall unto him and it would not be strange then, although imagining that means his grace would be gone, and worse, mother... he shifts his head ever so slightly as though not to think of that. he does not enjoy when his thoughts wonder that way, and instead forces himself to think back on what grandmother had said. it is better, he repeats, that jace would be king. how big even was the realm ? it must be huge. bigger than king's landing, bigger even than dragonstone, and dragonstone always seemed so very large. he cannot imagine what it would be like to be on charge of something like that, so large a land and with so many in it. it is better, that he was born second. “ mama said something of the sort. it's better that way isn't it ? i don't think i would have liked much to be first. jace seems better suited for it, anyway. ” he says finally, rocking backwards on his heels slightly to look up at her.

THE WHITE PRINCESS.

[ofupland]

| @vieinvisible sent: “Oh, Glinda, do not pretend you despise my attention.”

{❀} the wizard and madame morrible have been...kind to her since elphaba's flight. asking about her mind and her heart, wiping her tears away. and the wizard had finally learned her name! momsy and popsicle were ecstatic, thrilled their BRILLIANT little girl was climbing her way up. it was everything she had ever hoped for.

glinda the GOOD witch.

but glinda knew the truth. knew what hate madame morrible and the wizard were spewing. knew that elphaba was RIGHT. about everything. she's never really known HATE before. there was never any reason to. but for what they've done to her best friend, her dearest elphie...

she would hate the wizard and madame morrible forever.

tears glimmer on her eyelashes (like they often did when she thought about elphie and fiyero and boq and nessa for much too long) and glinda tilts her head to the side, lower lip quivering as she raised her wand up once more. the only good thing to come from losing her best friend was that her MAGIC had finally started to emerge. slowly but surely. the coin floats delicately, shinning in the brilliant sun in the workshop. she wanted to scream and yell and CURSE this horribly wicked old woman out of oz.

but she couldn't do that. not yet.

"...well i'm so gracious that you are recognizing my potential, madame morrible." there's a pause and she lowers her wand, letting the coin drift down to the desk. "...but those horrible things you said about elphi--elphaba. about her skin."

her lashes flutter and she offers up the only sign of her unhappiness, the subtle accusation in her wide brown eyes.

"the color of one's skin does not make them WICKED. rather the coloring of their heart." she clears her throat and blinks away the tears, the hate in her eyes. "it was elphaba's heart of the darkest BLACK that makes her wicked."

[magicallwomen]

❝ The truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a while, but it’s not gonna go away. ❞ (from farah for sarah)

Sarah sighed, looking at the other woman, the tiniest of smiles appearing on her lips. "Why must you be so good with words?" She questioned. And why must it be so true? She would prefer it if the truth wasn't so painful, if it hadn't meant that the few people she cared about had betrayed her. "I would prefer it, if you weren't right."

[auntiezelda]

@vieinvisible asked: Farah's tongue skirting Zelda's earlobe. ---Try  to  fluster  my  muse.  Do  whatever  it  takes  to  make  them  blush!

Zelda's breath caught with a quick gasp as she instantly forgot what she had been about to say.

[auntiezelda]

@vieinvisible asked: "will you still look at me as you do now?" (from rhaenys) &. 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

"For as long as I am permitted to look upon you, yes," Zelda answered easily, knowing far too well that that right could be stripped from her at a moment's notice. She wondered if it would ever not feel as if they were living on borrowed time. "Why do you ask? Is something troubling you?"

[curseburnt]

Alice and Terra had been quietly reading in @vieinvisible's office while their parents spoke over tea... some herbal concoction Ben had put together to quell their nerves as they awaited news about Lorna and Saul's most recent mission. ❛ They're good kids, ❜ Ben commented as he nodded his head in the girls' direction. ❛ She has her mother’s perfections, and none of my deficiencies, ❜ Farah responded.

❛ Why, Farah, ❜ Ben flashed a small smile. ❛ There's more of you in her than you might want to admit. For one, she's very stubborn. ❜ Alice was curled up on the couch, legs crossed under her. She looked at the adults over the top of her book; she hated when grown-ups talked about her, it was so embarrassing. She cleared her throat, letting them know she had overheard them and wasn't pleased.