i find the weight of air
almost too great to bear.
indie original character from house of the dragon. by maric.

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@wiidowspeake
i find the weight of air
almost too great to bear.
indie original character from house of the dragon. by maric.
endless wylla edits
also why is aegon ii the funniest little idiot in king’s landing
playing wylla is making me want to watch vikings again
ONE LINER for @exiledcrown ( rhaenyra <3 )
“barbarism is needed every four or five hundred years, princess, to bring the world back to life. otherwise it would die of civilization.”
ONE LINER for @becomelions ( hottie harwin strong )
"study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in, ser harwin.”
she watched her fingers, absently grasping at the bright air of king’s landing. from within the guest rooms of the keep, wylla had a view unlike any she’d ever seen. whitegrove had offered a certain beauty, and the crow’s nest had always been her home. but king’s landing held uncertainty for her.
held something unknown.
she wore her hair unbound, something she had been unable to do much when she was married. pride and duty kept her well kempt, but here, in her own room with her own thoughts, she was as wild as the day she’d been born.
she watched the sunlight flicker through her delicate fingers before resting her hand on the sill of the window. she could smell it on the air, the smell of rain. every stormlander knew the note well. it smelled like static. a thunderstorm was coming. you could taste the metal on your mouth. your bones ached. your body prepared. the slog of rain only made wylla more eager.
lightning ran through the stormlander’s veins just as it would have run through her children’s, even if they had been born to a reach man. but alas, wylla had no children. wylla had no one to teach the ways of her mother and father. she had only herself and the endless books she lost herself in.
it wasn’t that she particularly wanted children, but she did want... something more. a legacy. more than just a mark in the history books. however, she knew. her small house and the small house she’d married in to would never be more than a mark in the books. the starks. the lannisters. the targaryens. they would write history, and they would be stamped into the weaving of the world. where the great houses were the lightning, the lesser houses were thunder. the common folk were rain. all worked together to make something cohesive, but one remembers the destruction and the flame of lightning. they do not remember the booms of thunder or the minor drop of rain. wylla morrigen — wylla peake — had resigned herself to anonymity, and she could not fault herself for doing so.
let her memory and her miserable life fade.
she pulled her hand free from the window and went to dress, pulling her hair in the intricate braids of the crownlands. as she finished, the storm cloud had rolled in from the narrow sea. with a crack, the lightning struck. the thunder boomed, and the rain began to fall.
gonna write a self para methinks
LIKE for a ONE LINER.
LIKE for a PLOTTED STARTER.
LIKE for a ONE LINER.
* GAME OF THRONES (2011-2019) PROMPTS ,
everybody dies sooner or later. don’t worry about your death.
hard truths cut both ways.
everything’s better with some wine in the belly.
you never love anything in the world the way you love your first child.
someday, if you’re lucky, you will wake up and realize you are old.
it’s better to be cruel than weak.
nothing fucks you harder than time.
money buys a man’s silence for a time, a bolt in the heart buys it forever.
take charge of your life for as long as it lasts.
if you only trust the people you grew up with, you won’t make many allies.
nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit than the prospect of imminent death.
sometimes nothing is the hardest thing to do.
you were the brother I chose.
the people are hungry for more than just food, they crave distractions.
never forget what you are. the rest of the world will not. wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.
today is not the day i die.
nothing isn’t better or worse than anything. nothing is just nothing.
only death may pay for life.
trying to have me killed is an odd way of saying thank you.
no one walks away from me.
an unhappy wife is a wine merchant’s best friend.
i've never slept with a knight before.
everyone who isn’t us is an enemy.
trouble is the perfect time for training.
i think mothers and fathers made up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.
we mothers do what we can to keep our sons from the grave.
even the bravest men fear death.
far too much has been written about great men and not nearly enough about morons. doesn’t seem right.
men never crave what they already have.
if they don’t know who you are or what you want, they can’t know what you plan to do next.
you’re not a monster, i know this.
if you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.
marriage changes people.
sometimes severity is the price we pay for greatness.
death is so boring, especially now, with so much excitement in the world.
what do we do to those who’ve hurt the ones we love?
death by fire is the purest death.
the next time you fail me will be the last time you fail me.
the more people you love, the weaker you are: you’ll do things for them that you know you shouldn’t do.
i will not become a page in someone else’s history book.
look around you, we’re all liars here.
it doesn’t matter what we want, once we get it, then we want something else.
remember what you are and what you are not.
it’s the family name that lives on. that’s all that lives on. not your personal glory, not your honour, but family.
what we don’t know is usually what gets us killed.
there are always lessons in failures.
what is dead may never die.
it’s hard to put a leash on a dog once you’ve put a crown on its head.
a lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinions of the sheep.
it’s not easy being drunk all the time. everyone would do it, if it were easy.
always keep your foes confused.
loyal service means telling hard truths.
we all do our duty when there’s no cost to it. honour comes easy then.
a man who fights for gold can’t afford to lose to a girl.
the gods have no mercy, that’s why they’re gods.
the world is built by killers.
sometimes it is better to answer injustice with mercy.
most of us live and die in the same corner where we were born and never get to see any of it.
tears aren’t a woman’s only weapon.
a man without friends is a man without power.
what sort of monster would do such a thing? As if men need more reasons to fear marriage.
a wise king knows what he knows and what he doesn’t.
an apology doesn’t mean anything if you’re not looking the person in the eye.
i believe in second chances, i don’t believe in third chances.
dead rats don’t squeak.
it’s not an easy thing admitting to yourself what you really are.
you’re just a soldier, aren’t you? you take your orders and you carry on.
we don’t get to choose who we love.
nothing’s more hateful than failing to protect the one you love.
there’s so much good in all of us, the best we can do is to help each other bring it out.
it takes courage to admit fear.
next time i have an idea like that, punch me in the face.
only a fool makes threats he’s not prepared to carry out.
wars teach people to obey the sword, not the gods.
so many men, they risk so little. they spend their lives avoiding danger and then they die.
what good is power if you cannot protect the ones you love?
there are no men like me. only me.
no one can protect me, no one can protect anyone.
perhaps we’ve grown so used to horror we assume there’s no other way.
no one can survive in this world without help. no one.
of all the ways I’d kill you, poison would be the last.
we all fail sometimes.
a day will come when you think you’re safe and happy, and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth; and you will know the debt is paid.
a good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad the good.
a man with no motive is a man no one suspects.
show too much kindness, people won’t fear you; if they don’t fear you, they don’t follow you.
it is beautiful beneath the sea, but if you stay too long, you’ll drown.
the gods love to reward a fool.
if you want to build a better home, first you must demolish the old one.
i don’t want to be most of us.
they can live in my new world or they can die in their old one.
some day i’m going to put a sword through your eye and out the back of your skull.
if I’m going to die, let it happen while there is still some of me left.
i just wanted to see what my icon would look like on the dash. :) love u all
judith / 3.02