I’m looking forward to the years when I stare at the sun kissed walls in bliss. When I remember the happiness tainted with pain and sorrow, but only out of growth. A soft chuckle echoing in these empty rooms, reminding me of how much still remains. I’ll smile with wrinkles upon my worn skin and tears streaming down my face as I remember how much has past, and how much will continue after I am gone.
s.f.; a sleeping princess awaken in spring; 26.03.2017
There he was, scratched and bruised, but beautiful. His pale blue wings cushioned his body. The plush, soft wings were tempting to touch. He wanted to reach out and touch this ethereal beings sun-kissed skin. Keith stretched his hand out in the direction of the boy when suddenly he stirred, looking towards him. When he opened his eyes, Keith drowned.
His eyes were the light blue of an afternoon sky and the dark blue of the deepest part of the ocean. His eyes were the sea, and Keith was willing to dive in.
“H-Hunk?” The being muttered. Keith blinked as he was broken from the spell he was under. “Sorry? I’m not … Hunk,” he said, completely confused.
“Hunk’s cooking is best, don’t you think so mi príncipe?” Now Keith was confused. This beautiful person was talking about someone else. “You must’ve hit your head, let me help you.” The boy seemed to hesitate, his eyes darting around Keith’s face as if looking for proof that he would help. “You can trust me,” Keith said as he held out his hand. “Do you trust me?”
The boy reached out and gripped Keith’s hand lightly. “I trust you”
requested by anons <3 prompt;
Challenge for you (well - I doubt it is but XD) If your writing could you do one for Ramsey Bolton? Have all the freedom you need^^ /
Do you have any GoT imagines coming up? x a/n; in tnr you will get to meet ramsay…so might as well get used to him
did not fit in this image: a glowing bright maiden overshadowed by heavy stone
walls and the bleak sunlight that barely reached Winterfell. Ramsay was only
able to take his eyes away from you when one of his servants called him, and if
he was not still caught up in a light daze he would have gotten beyond furious.
The servant shrunk under his gaze, meekly informing him about the guests that
came here all the way from Highgarden. Ramsay looked back at you – you stood by
your horse and a few older men, your sun kissed skin hiding behind layers and
layers of tailored cloth of a beautiful dark blue dress. The cold pinched your
cheeks. Ramsay grinned, though his smile was soon wiped off once he turned to
the servant, “Well? What are you standing around for?” Despite the lingering
excitement in his voice there was still a rough note that implied impatience.
The servant hurriedly bowed with an apology, scurrying down the steps and
rushing to your side.
it was time to make his appearance. He stepped into view with in a confident
stride and a pleasant look on his face – whether it was real or fake was
entirely up to interpretation. The hilt of his sword shimmered by his side – a
show of authority in case your friends decided to bite. As he reached the steps
he practically glided down them, catching you gaze and refusing to let go. A
smile rose to his face. A timid one graced yours as well. “Welcome to my humble
abode!” He said happily, stopping to shake hands, “To what do I owe the
Mr. Bolton. I believe you have received our letter?” One man asked.
may I please introduce you to your betrothed…that is if the deal goes through,
of course.” The man motioned to you. As Ramsay turned to look at you again, he
noted the man’s lips move in a prolonged boring speech he heard absolutely
nothing of. You seemed strange. Different. You filled the empty space and made
it difficult to focus on anything else. He took a step forward and with a
pleased smile extended his hand. Shyly, you let him take it. Leaning in he
pressed a soft kiss on your reddened knuckles, though did not let go at first –
his eyes, steel and intense, and continued to watch your reaction with a
is my greatest honor to marry such a beautiful woman as you.”