#My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology

[auzlon]

"I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing My empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology"

Florence + the Machine

I can't sleep since he left, peace mocks me. Reminds me I drove my protector away. When I think about it why we ended what went wrong. I blame myself, I lacked communication. I couldn't tell him and I couldn't up hold why I felt the way I felt.

I think of the song King. I feel it, I understand it. I am it.

[tragedykery]

fuckign. we argue in the kitchen about whether to have children about the world ending and the scale of my ambition and how much is art really worth the very thing you’re best at is the thing that hurts the most but you need your rotten heart your dazzling pain like diamond rings you need to go to war to find material to sing I am no mother I am no bride I am king.

[schizononagesimus]

y’all ever get heart-wrenchingly sad when you can’t hit the notes of one of ur favorite songs..

[holyhitter]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫,

𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅.

[pensive-and-cringey]

Sunset Shimmer is like if the Titan Atlas was made to hold the world up on their shoulders when he was a boy, and then someone was like "you're not good enough to hold the world up" and then he was freed from it but then he just kinda keeps finding a world to put on his shoulders because he's made an identity out of it now and his shoulders feel wrong without the ache of a burden

[seraphseye]

ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ i’d do anything to be the person you love again. ❜ … from @horiznwlker, alicent to rhaenyra.

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 , in the gardens she spent so much time in during her youth . . . distantly , as fingers run through blades of grass still damp with the morning dew , she wonders if this place remembers her , too. if the trunk of this tree remembers what it felt like when two young girls sat beneath it , remembers the fleeting kisses stolen so bravely beneath its shade , if their love had once been so strong that it was felt even in the thick roots deep below the dirt she sits on. does  the  earth  mourn  it  in  the  same  way  her  heart  does  ?   will  there  be  a  day  where  it  doesn't  ? or will her chest always feel as though her heart has been singed into ash , the taste of betrayal still bitter on her tongue even after all these years ?

she doesn't know how long it's been since queen alicent settled into the grass beside her , either , but she does know that her presence makes this experience less peaceful than she'd been intending it to be. it's so rare to have time to herself these days , and every word out of her mouth has so far been ignored ⸻ as if she isn't truly there , as if she is merely being haunted by a ghost from her past ; a painful reminder of a life she can no longer return to. but  her  next  words  hit  her  hard  enough  to  knock  the  wind  out  of  her. head pivots to finally the other for the first time since she nestled into the dirt at her side , and the sunlight dances so beautifully against auburn tendrils that for a second , nyra is fifteen again and the only thing she knows for certain is that it's her &. alicent against the world. her expression is schooled back into something less of shock , though she realizes she'd forgotten to breathe temporarily , and the sharp breath she sucks in upon the burning in her lungs is one she cannot hide. the silence stretches on around her for too long as she struggles to form the right words. ❝ . . i'm afraid that bridge has already been crossed , ❞ though  the  words  feel  like  fire  in  her  throat.

[actual-sleeping-beauty]

i just want everyone to know that i am never ever gonna shut up about taylor putting both king and free on the preshow playlist. i just know dance fever was in her top five albums of 2022.

[victoriousfidelity]

tag drop, 10/10.

[taughtdamage]

tag drop

[divinityunraveled]

[holyhitter]

𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐥

𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝐨𝐫 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍.

[seraphseye]

ヽ ⠀⠀* ₍   𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬,   accepting.   ╎   ♔.     ❛ is this all in my head ? ❜ ... @horiznwlker, alicent to rhaenyra.

this is not the first time they've found themselves entangled within one another's limbs and it will certainly not be the last , not when alicent smells of lavender soaps and she tastes of honey , not when they have been apart for so many years that there are new   curves   to   memorize   the   shape   of and expanses   of   skin   that   remain   unexplored. hands have remained touching the woman in their near desperation , as if alicent might disappear from beneath her if she dares to stray away , like   she   has   so   many   times   before. corners of mouth split open into a grin that's almost animal⸻like , like a wolf starved , before laughter is sprung forth at the inquiry. hand rises to tuck silver tresses behind her ear so they may no longer frame her visage and block out any more of her lover. ❝ hm , i've no clue. do you often dream of me in your bed ? ❞

hand lowers once more to push curls back before palm splays along cheekbone , opposite hand still propped up to support the bulk of her weight. feline smile crawls across their face once more as she ducks her head to press a kiss to beloved's lips ⸻ slow , languid , teasing. the tip of her tongue traces the shape of lower lip in a silent ask for permission , though rhaenyra retreats before it can be granted ; kisses are instead trailed down to jawline and across her neck. ❝ i know i've dreamt of you. dreamt of kissing you , ❞ whispered into the shell of her ear before teeth tug at earlobe and the princess begins their new pathing. she pauses to suckle at pulse point , curious if it remained a weakness of her lover , as she once knew it to be. ❝ ⸻ of touching you , ❞ muttered as her hand shifts to slip beneath the thin fabric of alicent's night dress. graceful digits trail the warm skin of exposed thighs slowly , as if fingertips might memorize every centimeter of skin. palm settles at the flesh of exposed hip as rhaenyra's head lowers to collarbone. ❝ ⸻ of tasting you , ❞ words barely a whisper as they mouth at curvature of breast. grip tightens the slightest at hip bone as if to assure herself that the body beneath her own is still real. open⸻mouthed kisses are trailed down past ribcage , across expanse of stomach , halting only when their mouth presses to the skin just below alicent's navel. violets stray upwards to meet mocha counterparts , though they do not move. ❝ i cannot help but wonder if you taste as sweet as i remember. ❞

[delicate-sketch]

children of the underworld in a wall on the palace of hades

I was listening to King by Florence and The Machine and the lyrics "I need my golden crown of sorrow my bloody sword to sing these empty halls to echo with grand self mythology" made me remember them

[bloodied-serpent]

🎶 It's my Friday and I'll cry if I want to 🎶

[victoriousfidelity]

tag drop, 6 of 6.

[athenaofthewar]

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