RIP OUT MY MUSE’S HEART IN 1 ASK.
Go serious, go dark, go full out heartbreaking. PULL AT MY MUSES FEELS
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Go serious, go dark, go full out heartbreaking. PULL AT MY MUSES FEELS
Please preface questions with “Truth”
The prince thanked him, but for the longest time he would not break the seal. All afternoon he’d sat with the parchment in his lap, watching the children at their play. He watched until the sun went down and the evening air grew cool enough to drive them inside; then he watched the starlight on the water. It was moonrise before he sent Hotah to fetch a candle, so he might read his letter beneath the orange trees in the dark of night.
“Look who’s digging their own grave"
She’s been sharpening her blades for hours now, ever since the news of her father reached her Nymeria had been at it. She hadn’t ate, she hadn’t drank, the Fowler twins had been sent away, and Nymeria had her blades and her aching heart.
“Do not mock me, Uncle.”
"I wish it was only mocking, Nymeria, for if you do what you are thinking of, you will meet your father soon." She was young, fierce and too much like his brother for Doran to be assured that she would remain in Dorne after the news of Oberyn's death. Whilst she was sharpening her weapons for quick revenge, the prince of Dorne was sitting in his chair, observing, thinking. And that angered most people, as it seemed.
If you hurt my brother there is a 100% chance I will come to your house and kill you.
[ Bold which of the two traits applies most to your muse! Note that these will not necessarily be opposites! ]
Canon ships, non-canon, OTPs you have or OTPs I have. Send them. Make my muse giddy, break my muse, make them laugh or cry. Do your best.
‘tis what u get for marrying someone as pretty as mum ♥♥♥♥♥
"Nice attempt to save it, Ari. Why don't you listen to daddy tho?"
The awkward moment when you see more than a couple of men flirting with your daughter
“You wished to speak with me?
Independent RP Blog for Doran Martell
""Doran plays to win, whether at cyvasse or the game of thrones. "
"You wished to speak with me?
How was she to tell him? Damn the bird that died before it reached him. "He succeeded in his life’s wish…he faced The Mountain." She spoke softly, for fear that any louder and her voice would shake. "He has not returned to you…but to your sister."
"The Mountain." Doran echoed, before he remained silent for several moments. He should have seen this coming. Oberyn went to the place they had killed their sister. Did he really expect him to come back alive? If only this stupid disease didn't hold him back, Doran himself would have attend the wedding and not his brother. And now he was the last of the siblings, even though he was the eldest.
"And where is his body now?" he asked in a very low voice, keeping his gaze out of the window, looking at the children playing. It seemed only a few days ago, that Oberyn and Elia ran across the pools, shouting as if they wished for the whole Dorne to hear them.
"He hasn't returned with me." (Oh look at that and its canon too)
"Oberyn? What happened?"