#ofnorvos

[fleckedwithgold]

It’s funny isn’t in. Both of us here, we already know we’ve had our one true love.

Lady Mellario had been at the Red Keep for all of a fortnight, and had attended exactly one small council meeting, yet she seemed to have already adopted an air of familiarity with Tywin that he did not share.

He didn’t wish to speak of Joanna to a stranger, to anyone at all for that matter, yet he could not help correcting the woman.

“My love died, but it seems to me that you left yours by choice.”

[qeldliie-blog]

Mel hates you abd your brother

his   features   fall  .      no   one   has   ever   told   him  ,      not   to   his   face  ,      such   harsh   words  .      he   waits   for   the   anger  ,      but   it   never   comes  .      there’s   only   a   hollow   space   with   no   fire      ——      only   ashes  .      he   knows   who   she   is   and   he   knows   why   she   hates   him   though   he’s   not   entirely   sure   that   he   understands   what   it   means  :      to   hate  .

she   looks   like   him  :      Quentyn  .      it   makes   him   want   to   look   away  ,      for   Viserion   can’t   remember   the   boy’s   eyes   without   remembering   the   way   they   burned   like   paper   lanterns  .      mortal   flesh   burns   to   cinders   so   easily…      it   wasn’t   what   he   wanted  .      he   remembers   Rhaegal’s   shimmering   scales  .      he   remembers   begging   his   brother   to   change  ,      to   cull   all   panic  .      but   there   were   too   many   men   around  ,      and   Rhaegal   did   not   feel   safe  .      he   had   told   Quentyn   no  ;      but   the   boy   persisted  .      he   may   well   have   succeeded   but   for   the   striking   arrow  .      the   golden   boy’s   lips   part   in   remembrance   of   the   cry   he   had   wailed   at   his   brother   as   Rhaegal’s   flames   engulfed   the   prince  .

❛      he   never   meant   for…      ❜

it   had   been   the   first   time   it   struck   Viserion  :      quite   what   it   means   to   be   the   creature   he   is  :      at   the   cost   of   a   friend  .      and   now   he   has   to   look   into   his   mother’s   eyes  .      is   it   a   fitting   punishment  ?      

he   does   not   like   being   punished  .      it   aches   like   poison  .

❛      …i’m   sorry  .      ❜

[amidalc]

“There’s nothing wrong with your face or your body. You’re just you and people should learn to accept that. You included.”

INSECURITY // BODY IMAGE STARTERS » ACCEPTING 

@ofnorvos​ 

                                 “   I   DON’T   MIND   MY   FACE,          I   MEAN   THERE’S   MAKE   UP   FOR   THAT,          it’s just my body, ‘ma.   ”          scowl appears on gentle features,          otherwise angelic face now not looks almost anguished as she rests chin upon palm,          pouting at the woman she had now called   MOTHER   for years.           “   it’s different,          i don’t have   A   DANCER’S   BODY   ——   i did before puberty,          but i grew outwards not upwards like we’re expected to…          i’m the best dancer in the class,          i spend all my time perfecting everything…          SO   I’LL   PERFECT   MY   BODY   TOO.   “

[youngestsun-blog]

MY SON, MY SMOL MY LITTLE BBY BOY

HI MOM

[theusurper-a]

ofnorvos replied to your post: fllnstar replied to your post: ...

damn i would have thought seeing you cry like a baby, was kinda hot

you won’t lure me in with that

i’m not that much of a fool

[swordknown]

5'2 is Mellario's full height

height meme ;; accepting

@ofnorvos​

mel looks like an actual dwarf next to arthur lmao

[ofbrochtuarach]

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awww thank you Lise!!! I love you too, you’re an amazing writer and friend :3

[killthebxy-archive]

“Sorry I had to snatch you. Didn’t exactly have a choice in the matter. Comfortable enough?”

kidnapped starters (accepting) // @ofnorvos

          the Night’s Watch takes no part, he keeps repeating in his mind — and it seems to have no effect in the outside world, no matter what. because he’s still locked in this tower, unharmed && as comfortable as comfortable can be, but parted with his sword and IGNORANT of whatever purpose may have brought him to the current situation. and so he is, until this woman excuses herself into the chambers — beautiful and clearly highborn, but not one he’s acquainted with. frowning, the young bastard steps away from the window in hope that EVERYTHING will begin, at least, making a little bit more of sense.

‘ comfortable i am — but why am i here? ‘

[brnedbrighthasmoved-blog]

Her mother was home, back in Dorne after many years of absence and she honestly could not say, exactly, how she felt about it. The thought seemed strange and out of place in her mind, since she almost resigned to never see her again, but she supposed it was a good thing, after the dreadful news that reached Dorne; Oberyn was dead, killed by the Mountain. Her father would be relieved to have his wife by his side, or so Arianne hoped ——  yes, it was better to do that, to just focus on everyone else’s grief but her own, otherwise she feared she would have cracked and let the tears she was desperatly trying to hold back rush down in a violent stream. She would not have that —— she could not. Arianne needed to be strong right now, for her friends and her family. 　　　❝ Trys asked me if you were coming back, sometimes, I always said I did not know. ❞ Hurting her was not the point, especially not in a moment like that, so she took a deep breath, not daring to properly register how it trembled a little. ❪ She left us alone. ❫ The thought burned in her mind, as bright and dangerous as a forest fire, but the princess cast it aside. For now. 　　　❝ But I hoped you would. ❞ Not like this hung in the air between them, loud and heavy. ❪  & Mellario  ❫

[outlawerofbeets-a]

my husband wants to send my kids away. what should i do? asking nicely doesn't help.

“Well, if asking nicely doesn’t help…have you thought about sending him to his room without supper?”

[amidalc]

tfw when your parents are divorced but act like teenagers 

@theeldestsun @ofnorvos

[arrivedtoolate]

@ofnorvos

             Quentyn felt confusion at the sound of beeps. It had been years since he had stayed in a hospital himself, but he remembered the sound of medical equipment beeping away. He and his family spent so much time in hospital that he knew those beeps and could sleep through most of them. A soft groan left him, a gasp at a dull aching feeling in his core.

             He shouldn’t be alive, he had made sure that he wouldn’t be. He had taken all of his anxiety medication and had even added alcohol to the mix because he had heard it was more lethal. His plan had been perfect and he had made sure that no one would be home. Trystane had been staying with a friend, his father and Arianne were an hour away at a political gala…

             The seventeen year old had no idea his mother was beside him, that she had travelled to be by his side when she heard. He blinked open his eyes and tears filled them. “Why didn’t I die…”

[ananyzapata]

“just… come back alive, okay?”

heahmund turned to look at her, before laying a fist over his heart. “if GOD wills it... my good lady. i will never retreat in the face of the evils of this world. if such a thing claims my life, then i have died for something worthy.”

[sunofdorne]

💕

Your muse walks in on mine having a completely chaotic breakdown, send 💕 to comfort them

No matter how grown up she tried to act, being fourteen didn’t make her an adult. In fact, she was a child overwhelmed with too many things at once -- mom was gone, Doran was doing his best, and Elia couldn’t even handle a full day of school anymore. Oby got angry, but Elia, she just had sobbing fits on the daily about just anything. 

She’d gone through the full day of class, which made her now feel exhausted and weak. Elia was helping setting up the table when she felt dizzy for a few seconds -- enough to send the plate she was holding crashing to the floor. She covered her ears for the noise scared her, and broke into tears as Mellario came for her. 

“Oh baby what’s wrong, it’s just a plate, it’s okay...”

“I’m tired,” she sniffled as Mellario held her and rubbed her back.  I’m so tired and it hurts and everything is going wrong, I can’t go to school and I can’t even set the table right, she thought angrily as Oby cleaned her mess and Mellario led her to the couch. 

“Calm down Elia... You’ll stay home tomorrow.. Come on sweetie...”

As her tears started to dry, Elia buried her face in Mellario’s clothes until Oberyn took her place and and brought her her favourite blanket and stuffed rabbit, the one she got from mom when she was a baby. In a few moments she was already falling asleep on him.

[lionsjustice]

❛ she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin. ❜

             A very soft snort followed the comment, even as the young lion turned from the window.  A rare visit ‘home,’ to see Doran and his new wife, and time to put the troubles of the West behind him...or, so he told himself.  Yes, yes, just that...nothing more.  A visit of self-indulgence he should not have made...but one he had, nevertheless.  he needed time to think on his next move...and he always thought so much more clearly here.

         “...Lady Reyne is far more dangerous than any dragon.  I did not think she survived the blaze of Tarbeck Hall.  And being  Reyne as well as Lady Tarbeck...she calls both banners to her.  When I came here, I did not think I would have to return so soon...”

             A soft hum, and the lion looked at Mellario quietly. “You’re right though...she will do anything to bring me and my house down.  I’ll just have to be better.”

[theeldestsun]

Who is your favourite dom?

@musenssang /

“ I married you didn’t I?”