"... De perto, poderia admirar a beleza dela. Elia possuía um rosto em forma de coração, maçãs do rosto altas, olhos cor de âmbar que queimavam como raios de sol, boca carnuda e bem desenhada. Os cílios negros eram longos e compridos, o nariz era delicado e arrebitado. Possuía uma estatura pequena, o corpo era delgado e gracioso. A pele escura brilhava contra a luz clara do luar. Afastou-se o suficiente para que pudesse retirar a camisola do corpo dela, deliciando-se com a visão do corpo nu. Imaginou-a nua e em seus braços muitas vezes, a visão de Elia disposta era melhor do que idealizou. ..."
Summertime Sadness, por Makaria13
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Welcome to Dorne
Peace be with you,
wanderer.
I guess you are weary after a long journey through the heat and dust smelling of spices, and reigning in my homeland; in Dorne - a land made of sandstone lace. The sun is ripe orange here.
Sit down if you are kind and let yourself be carried away by the windy melody of my words and you will experience sweet intoxication.
Do you want to know the world
where was the color and sound born?
Where, perhaps, a trivial stone has a soul and silently tells centuries of history?
It is here in my beloved Dorne - the blade dances to the noise of the thickets, and the reeds are thinking thoughtfulness among the grass. The sun appears to be a ripe orange suspended on a colored canvas of silk crimson and gold.
Dorne - endless tracts of imagination and feast for each of the available senses.
You got it right, globetrotter! Hello, pilgrim routes of the common soul.
Come, you will get a passport to enchanted corners and you will see a fairy tale with your own eyes, because here the rain condenses with a rush of gold coins. Let's get to know the taste of secrets hidden in palm shades, in the mosaic of seduction, in the lampshade of thoughts.
The trail will be fantasy, the signpost - a pen of feelings.
Music - the tambour of our hearts.
Don't be afraid to indulge in a fairy tale that will become as real as your breath!
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favourite female characters ⋯◦⟡ ELIA MARTELL [a song of ice and fire]
i try to blame it on fortune, some kind of twist in my fate, but i know the truth and it haunts me - i learned it a little too late.
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“It was not for your tail alone that my sister and I came to Casterly Rock. We were on a quest of sorts. A quest that took us to Starfall, the Arbor, Oldtown, the Shield Islands, Crakehall, and finally Casterly Rock … but our true destination was marriage. Doran was betrothed to Lady Mellario of Norvos, so he had been left behind as castellan of Sunspear. My sister and I were yet unpromised.
“Elia found it all exciting. She was of that age, and her delicate health had never permitted her much travel. I preferred to amuse myself by mocking my sister’s suitors. There was Little Lord Lazyeye, Squire Squishlips, one I named the Whale That Walks, that sort of thing. The only one who was even halfway presentable was young Baelor Hightower. A pretty lad, and my sister was half in love with him until he had the misfortune to fart once in our presence. I promptly named him Baelor Breakwind, and after that Elia couldn’t look at him without laughing. I was a monstrous young fellow, someone should have sliced out my vile tongue."
Elia Martell Appreciation Week ~ Day Two: Book Moments
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