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some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.  from what I’ve tasted of desire i hold with those who favor fire. but if it had to perish twice, i think i know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great, and would suffice.

                INDEPENDENT DESCENDANTS ORIGINAL CHARACTERS.

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PSA REGARDING ACTIVITY:   so i live in georgia on the coast, and as of right now it looks fairly likely that hurricane irma is going to hit here and is currently at a category 5.  so, unlike staying during hurricane matthew ( we had very little choice in this as we refused to leave our animals behind and had no other means to transport them ) we’re going to be leaving likely tomorrow after my dad’s appointments.  i won’t be here or on my other blogs much at all, depending on what the fuck happens.  i love you all, and any of you on the islands and in florida, i love you and hope you’re all safe / stay safe!

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magnificentheir:

ONE WOULD THINK THAT UPON RETURNING HOME,    GIVEN WILLIAM’S fondness of his uncle,    he might embrace him with a wide smile and a warm hug.    it’s no secret that he and his uncle are close,    and but william,    ever as dramatic as his father,    lets himself fall face forward onto the bed with a groan.     ❛      i have had the worst time,    uncle.      ❜    his voice is muffled as he speaks into the covers.       ❛      why are romantic relationships so difficult?      ❜

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            staring down towards his nephew from where he stands across the room, having only crossed under the threshold of the prince’s chambers   a moment ago,  the king holds in a resigned sigh.   there  are  times  when  william  reminds  him  of  peter,   and he dare say this were one of those times.   for though peter was the magnificent and ever-so charming,   the high king of narnia and a far cry from hideous, he had never been without a bump in the road  to disrupt his confidence.       ❛    i dare say women can be tricky to understand, but your aunts would sooner REPRIMAND me for this claim.   ❜

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𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦.  one who learned from his mistakes,  and begun down a path his father held pride in.  he is prince henry of the great western wood, and a future king of narnia.  

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                          tell me edmund, how far did you fall till you realized it was time to fly?

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It’s King Edmund, actually. Just King, though. Peter’s the High King. I know, it’s confusing

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ngl, the beginning of the dawn treader was a goddamn mess like what the heck was going on?????? im pretty sure if i didn’t know details from the books i’d be so confused like: why are susan and peter in america with their parents ??? why aren’t edmund and lucy with them ??? like they took all of three minutes to try and explain shit and it was all too much at once.  but the end tho, that end tho made me cry like a newborn baby. 

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You have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness.

William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing (via killthebxy)

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Send 🌹if your muse has a crush on mine.

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       if he could have a friend in bran, all would be well.        if he could have a companion, a confidant, or even someone he was only-just familiar with enough to get along with, edmund would be fine.       he’s sure they both would be—   though they come from two VASTLY DIFFERENT walks of life,   down to the core of westeros and finchley, there is something {  edmund cannot ignore  }.  a place with desperate people, a place of those warring for power and control, where the skyline dances at times with fire, and then smoke.     where home isn’t home, and mother and father are no longer there.  but, despite this … they are not the same.   bran lost his brother.  

bran lost robb, his flesh & blood, HIS BROTHER, and his king in one night as well,  as the life of his mother.  not even edmund had lost something of this magnitude.             and now everything edmund had acclimated to was behind him.     cair paravel,  left behind by a vast stretch of ocean breaching between the two continents.     the reason they  {  were betrothed  }  is no ordinary thing.  bran wasn’t the same as other boys, and was “broken” to most.      the likely hood of him being able to produce an heir WAS UNCERTAIN,      and yet their family and the north were desperate for narnia’s fleets and army.  they needed aid, and edmund and his siblings were willing to provide.     though they had tried to insist a marriage wasn’t needed– it was pressed either way, likely to ensure that the pevensies would not choose to back out at a later date.  

it was politics, it was diplomacy, and it was war.  lucy was too young, too wild and free, susan was high queen, and peter would one day marry and have his own children.    but edmund was quiet, uninterested in such affairs, and seemed a match for the “broken” boy.    though things were rough in the beginning, NEITHER BOY used to the idea of two men ( though they were mere children ) being betrothed, i  t was something they acclimated to in their own time.   starting as acquaintances,   and working to a form of friendship he sees is wearing thin as their carriage approaches winterfell. 

it had been more than two fortnights,  since they had sailed across the sea,  and three more days since they had made it to land.   yet now that their destination was in sight, covered in SNOW AND ICE, the boy forces himself to push away images of    {  jadis’ icy palace  },    and focus on the stone,   and the people and their faces,   that await just at the gates.   

absent mindedly removing his fingers from bran’s hair—   where he had been attempting to sooth his friend (like his mother would have done back in england); bran earlier seemed to rest reluctantly at first, against edmund’s side, where he had eventually relaxed to the attention.   {  now though  }, he was stiff again—    and edmund sat up straighter in response … and peered out of the carriage’s open shutter.    

                                                                               ❛ — we’re here, bran. ❜

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Someone: I care about you

Me: ...suspicious

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Acts of Affection

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psa: it takes me a hot freakin’ second 2 get to ims im horrible someone sue me once i saw i had an im and didnt get to it until a week later im horrible.

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The air of Narnia had been working upon him ever since they arrived on the island, and all his old battles came back to him, and his arms and fingers remembered their old skill. He was King Edmund once more.