@ofravns - Tumblr Blog

i. intro ii. pinterest. iii. wanted dynamics. iv. musings.

•18+ Adults Only

Watch Anya Live on Cam

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.

✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality

Anya is LIVE right now

FREE

Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming

eleanor is wearing a gown of pale pink silk that turns almost silver beneath the candlelight. tiny embroidered jewels catch the light across the fabric, glimmering with every movement. draped over her shoulders is an ivory cape of the same material, adorned with crimson crewelwork that forms the sprawling shape of a weirwood, its leaves scattered across the cloth in shades of red. a delicate black masque of feathers conceals part of her face, though it does little to disguise the wide green eyes that anyone acquainted with lady blackwood would recognize at once.

eatensins

࿔ “ the feast is well underway, ” she says, matter-of-factly, tsking her tongue, a look of faux disappointment settling over her features. “ and you're late. they've sent me here to fetch you, my lady. ” then she smiles. it's the first indicator that she's lying. the second ought to be the omission of a name. she can hardly tell who this woman is. lastly, why would a princess be tasked with such a menial thing? omitted names and lies aside, what she can't deny is that she is hungry. not for something substantial as the food that had cost the keep's cooks two sleepless nights. if she could, rhaella would only feast on mischief, day and night, until she's nothing but bones.

“ it's a shame you deny us your presence. father, i hope, won't hold it against you. at least you needn't worry about me. my resentment will be placed elsewhere, far from this beating heart. ” it's a promise that she can but obliquely doesn't want to keep. not yet at least. “ come now, follow me. ”

ofravns

even without the silver-gold hair that eleanor has come to recognize as targaryen, she would have recognized the woman as a princess. there is something in the way she carries herself, something that sets her apart from the rest of the court. still, a smile touches eleanor's lips as she falls into step beside her. "i must be far more important than i realized, if a princess has come seeking me in this forgotten little corner of the castle." the words are light, but her curiosity is genuine. if the feast has already begun, why is the woman here, closer to the trees than the courtiers?

she hums softly. "my brother has spoken highly of you, your highness." her pale eyes linger on the princess for a moment. "he says we are alike in some ways. that we come from different streams, yet are carried through many of the same waters."

#𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥. rhaella.

wispygrace

“you may not have expected me, but i am not surprised to find you here, eleanor.” his smile came easily enough, though there was a weariness beneath it that no curve of the lips could completely disguise. he held his arms behind his back, his back usually straight. if there was anywhere his sister would be, the godswood was a decent place to start.

“i had thought to pay a visit to the godswood myself,” emmon went on, glancing out toward the pale trunk of the heart tree beyond the corridor window. its carved face watched them both with solemn eyes. eyes they were both more than accustomed to, “yet it would seem you have beaten me to it.”

he sighed. the sound was soft, but heavy. one hand slipped free from his back and wandered through his beard. there were too many thoughts in his head

“i think i have run out of time to seek whatever peace the old gods might have granted me, if any at all.” a faint laugh escaped him then, though there was little humour in it, “as i believe my presence is unfortunately required at the feast,” the words carried all the enthusiasm of a man announcing his own execution. for an instant he seemed ready to leave it at that, but instead he stepped forward and extended his arm toward her. “and i would rather not face it on my own, sister” a fuller more crooked smile touched his lips this time,

“there are only so many tedious conversations a man can endure before he begins praying for a quick death. i should like someone there to share in my suffering.”

ofravns

"it is barely a godswood. no matter how finely carved, an oak will never be a weirwood." eleanor said, a touch peevishly, her gaze following her brother's. "the gods must use different eyes in this place." the heart trees of raventree hall were far behind them now. if she dwelled on it too long, it left her feeling strangely unmoored, as though some thread had been stretched thin across half a realm. yet the old gods still watched, surely. they always had.

she turned back to emmon, her expression solemn. "i would venture to say that neither old gods nor new can grant us peace, brother. that is a matter of the mind." a hint of amusement crept into her voice. "aren't you the one who is always talking about that sort of subject?"

"do try to sound a little more excited about it. i am quite certain no one will wish to speak with you for very long." this time she did not wait for his permission, slipping her arm through his and steering them down the corridor. she walked with the confidence of someone who knew every passage of the red keep by heart. she did not, of course. still, eleanor had a curious habit of arriving precisely where she needed to be. by now, she accepted it as simply another fact of life.

#𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥. emmon.

dragnbane

"i am unfortunately late to the feast," aemon does not mean to share so much, he rigidness sets into his posture when he does. a reminder that he cannot be friendly to everyone he meets even if his first instinct is to do so. he had gotten the scolding from his mother and father alike when he was a young boy, gotten it again before the feast began by his father — his mother absent and something aemon did not know what to feel about. he would surely be in even more trouble after this, having to slink up to the royal table without anyone noticing. to slide into conversations he would sit at the back of, to hum and nod along to whatever the noblemen of westeros said to him, but also maintain a regality to himself, something that does not make them question his own status. "but, i would always expect to find one soul in every corridor, they linger here: ghosts. though more lay ahead once the great hall's doors open. would you let me escort you?"

ofravns

sometimes, eleanor dreams of dragons. dragons as they were, or perhaps as they could be, majestic, and untamed, and free. sometimes she dreams of dragons as they are. dead. she cannot help but smile as the dragon prince approaches, almost careless (or untamed, or free) before the stillness sets. "i am afraid of no ghost. it is the living and breathing that frighten me." she herself feels like a spirit at times, treading a narrow parapet between worlds. at once soaring high above the earth and crawling through its roots. "in any case, i would be honored by your company, my prince." only then does she properly look at him, as though waking from some distant reverie. he is not a dragon of her dreams, nor one of the skulls that sleep beneath the red keep. only a young man, late to a feast he does not seem eager to attend. "perhaps we may be late together." she continues, her smile widening. "that seems far less frightening than arriving alone."

#𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥. aemon.

•18+ Adults Only

Watch Anya Live on Cam

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.

✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality

Anya is LIVE right now

FREE

Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming

soulrcts

they had stopped to peer out of the wide windows of the keep, half leaned out to be able to better view king's landing in the dim lighting. the feast would wait — the king with plenty of other nobles that would play part of adoring, grateful to be there. ones that king maelor would be more happy to see rather than the youngest bolton that was no good for neither conversation nor companionship. their head whipped around from the window when they heard someone speak, taking two steps away as if caught red handed doing something they ought not have been. “ no. ” it slips through lips without thought, hardly an answer to the question. “ i mean to say that i had not been going to the feast just yet. it is the first time that the corridors have not been filled with numerous bodies and i wished to enjoy it for a while before the feast. ” it almost sounded silly now, yet erena found themself prepared to undergo judgement and not allow it to get to them. was it not normal to want to have a moment alone ?

ofravns

eleanor tilted her head, the motion almost feline. for a fleeting instant, her pale eyes seemed to catch the light and gleam strangely. the moment she noticed the other figure standing near the window, her hands lifted of their own accord, reaching forward as though to touch. she caught herself just in time. this was not raventree hall, where such oddities were met with little more than a sigh. still, some part of her ached to take the stranger's hands. there was something about them, a faint pull, like the hush of wind that came before a storm. "were you bound for the godswood?" she asked. they were a northerner, she was almost certain of it. or near enough. there was something of the north about them, something that stirred at the edge of her senses.

"it is a fair wish. i myself have struggled with the people here." a small smile touched her lips. "there are so many of them, and they are so loud." so alive, too. for most of her life, eleanor had known others at a distance: glimpsed in dreams, seen through a bird's eye view. yet in the short days since arriving at court, she had been struck by the force of ordinary life. "yet to be seen is often necessary, is it not?" she continued softly. "especially on a day such as this."

#𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥. erena.

in the days since her arrival, eleanor had spent most of her waking hours in the godswood of the red keep — if such a place could be called that. her raven, bael, had taken to nesting in the great oak at its heart, and so lady blackwood followed her bird, seeking refuge from the sea of unfamiliar faces that filled the castle. she had been so eager to leave raventree hall behind, but now she found herself longing for it. she missed its familiar halls and ancient trees, with gnarled limbs that seemed far more alive than the young woods of the crownlands. the godswood offered little comfort compared to home, yet she lingered there all the same.

but duty called her away. her absence would soon be noticed by her siblings, and the purpose of a feast was to be seen, after all.

the passages leading from the godswood stood silent and near deserted. such places served little purpose in a castle ruled by different gods and different customs. yet as eleanor made her way toward the banquet hall, she found she was not entirely alone. "i did not expect to find another soul in these corridors," she said. "are you heading to the feast, my liege?"

[ open starter ! ]

#dragonsrot.open

morganasource

THE POISONED CHALICE Season 1, Episode 4

morganasource

THE DRAGON’S CALL Season 1, Episode 1

Trending Blogs

Last Seen Blogs