#perzonye

[petitsdieu]

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Send 🏠 for a picture of my muse’s CURRENT HOME (outside)

Modern. It's hard to picture her settling unless she was settling with someone. She has many places she stays. Including her parents' villa. Tho, I do picture something like the pics below. Something where the "yard" is the sea. And something kind of modest in size. Secluded / away from the "busy". Intimate. Hotels are big, too. The maid and room service ... someone else "taking care of her" kind of thing.

Galaxie & Fantasy settings ... and the concept above pairs well with the concept I have for the made-up planet or island Belarilia. Something built into the world. Half the "castle" is underground, as the common for people dwellings in these verses. Concepts ... concepts ... very inspired by structures in the French Rivera, Italian grottos, Greece, mediterranean coast, etc.

Send 💋 for a picture of my muse’s IDEAL DATE

Kind of drawing a blank for this one. Ideally, intimate. Dancing is good.

Send 🐱 for a picture of my muse’s PETS

Galaxie & Fantasy Verse. There's a animal friend. He's wild, not a pet, but she leaves the window/door open (depending on where she's sleeping that night) often. And he can sometimes be seen lingering around her in the distance. She calls him "Cubbie". Listen ... I mean this affectionately, but he's a little "ugly" and very noddle-like but he's cuddly and scares some weak away, so.

[ozgog]

" 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖘 . " 𝕴𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖚𝖑𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖘 , 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 , 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 . soft and downy , it's cotton tail pattering against her fluffed quarters as her winter coat sprouts , the filly squabbles under his tutelage , wickering noisily with youth and halfhearted defiance . ridiculous ! " they have seen enough of terror . i cannot ask them for their sons and daughters . "

@perzonye // starter

[roseguided]

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 & 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄, 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ... on the new queen of the seven kingdoms. as it should've been when their father died, a comment helaena has kept inward this entire time. even now, she recalls her brother-husband's coronation in the dragonpit ... how she turned her head away, the tear which slipped from her eye knowing what was happening would cause events no one could undo. she'd seen it in her dreams, like she did with meleys bursting through the floor. ( it replayed in her mind, even now with events pasted, like a obsessive mantra: there is a beast beneath the boards, the rats, they only want the boy ... the boy, the rats ! ) ❛ at my boys funeral procession, the smallfolk called you 'rhaenyra the cruel' for what was done for jaehaerys ... they think it was you who called for a little boys head ... ❜ former queen takes in a breath through her nose, eyes lowering to some random spot on the floor as if not to meet rhaenyra's gaze. her skin feels tight over her bones like the feeling in her chest, the discomfort helaena lives her life in. worsened now. body rocks slightly to try & deal with her discomfort: back on the balls of her feet, forward on the tips, back again. ❛ i do not believe them. i do not want to believe them. which is right, then, i wonder ? ❜

[ @perzonye liked for a starter ! ft helaena targaryen. ]

[winterbeheaded]

𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝  ,  𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡  𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞  . [  SHARE  ]     ,     receiver  has  an  intimate  conversation  with  sender. sent by: @perzonye

❛ last time i was here , it wasn't really by choice . ❜ riley lowers her voice a bit , as if scared for anyone to hear , despite them being alone . ❛ my parents sent me here . ❜ they had been desperate , they said . they had no other options , for they had exhausted them all , and decided that shipping her off to another country would be their best and final effort . ❛ i didn't get to do much .. i was .. ❜ riley clears her throat , eyes glancing down at her hands , fingertips intertwining nervously . ❛ not well , but now .. ❜ riley tries to stray away from the grimy details , afraid to scare rhaenyra off . they are fascinating , someone she could easily find herself growing even closer to . ❛ so i wanted to come back on my own terms . and i think i'm really going to like it . ❜ a tiny smile peaks through , gaze lifting . ❛ because this time you're here . ❜

[absolventiia]

/ @perzonye , rhaenyra and aurane ( cont. )

aurane's breath slowly comes back to him, oxygen FORCING its way in and out of his lungs as rhaenyra cradles him, as she holds him to her with a disregard for the blood splatter that coats him. aurane is pale, but his elder sister's surveying, the way she shakes at him, does make him speak, at least partially. " i . . it was an accident, i PROMISE ! " violet eyes are the only thing that matches his valyrian bloodline -- the rest of him looks almost exactly like alicent. the large eyes filled with tears, the brown, curled hair. the way he picks at his nails incessantly. 

" we only -- we only wanted to go and practice. i didn't -- HE DIDN'T. . he fell, 'nyra. he fell, and the sword, it got caught and --. . " aurane cannot bring himself to say more, feeling sickness well up inside of him. speaking it made it all the more real. he grips to rhaenyra's skirts, just like he'd done at age two, three, five. . it is instinctual, still. " I DIDN'T MEAN TO. he had on aegon's armor. we were being careful ! " he feels the need to get that point across, as if it would make any difference. the stableboy is dead, and that is fact. no doubt criston cole is organizing what to do with the body, how to clean the training yard before morning drill for the guards. 

aurane's eyes widen slightly, panic growing again. " -- gaomagon daor ivestragon muñnykeā. nyke gaomagon daor jaelagon zȳhon naejot gīmigon. " ( do not tell mother. i do not want her to know. ) in the young prince's mind, besides the death and trauma, the worst thing would be the DISAPPOINTMENT in alicent's eyes growing, as it seems to do daily. 

[luceryse]

@perzonye

ㅤㅤㅤHe's falling.  Pearlescent wings are torn apart, bloodied, and spat out by a ravenous beast. He's never able to make out the monster before the beautiful dragon sacrifices itself to save his life. Torrential rainfall bites at his skin as he falls toward a never-ending abyss. Above him, the awful monster that had tried to devour him lets out a roar. It shakes him to his very core, overwhelming his senses as the abyss creeps closer and closer. He tries feebly to reach for anything he can in the open expanse of the sky, but ultimately resigns himself to his fate. Tomorrow he will drift off to a fitful sleep and endure this very same nightmare as he had for months on end. His only comfort is the faint sensation of lips against his forehead and the utterance, "my sweet boy." ㅤㅤㅤFlounder is what they called him. They had found him on the beach, broken and bloody but alive. This family who had lost a son to the sea had been blessed with another, delivered in a mess of netting and torn clothing. He had spent two weeks unconscious, bandaged from head to toe, but was miraculously unscarred from his ordeal. Flounder was quick to recover, urged by unfamiliar memories of fishing and sailing upon the open sea. He fell into the routine of a simple fisherman, venturing out with his adopted father before returning home with their catch. If this was all he had never known he was happy. But then the nightmares started and awful headaches followed. They originated from where soft lips had kissed him in a hazy collection of memories that now plagued him.

ㅤㅤㅤHaunted by that reoccurring nightmare he had became withdrawn. He remembered nothing before waking up in this little shack with his parents doting over his broken body. Something was off. Flounder just couldn't put his finger on it, and it bothered him to no end. When he tried to think it felt as if his entire head was wrapped in something soft and gauzy. Within that whiteness everything seemed drained of color and significance. It had taken the roar of a dragon to force everything back into focus. Outside his parents were rightfully panicked by a yellow beast who had perched itself on the beach. From its back a woman descended and made her way toward the trio. Flounder had dressed quickly and now stood, tucked behind his adopted mother's back as if to shield him from her. ㅤㅤㅤ"Bow, Flounder. That's the queen!" His father urges as he gives Rhaenyra a deep bow. Flounder doesn't budge. He only watches her approach with a steely resolve. This woman and her mighty beast didn't frighten him in the slightest. "What business do you have here?" Flounder asks, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at the queen who didn't look particularly noble to him. Though he had never seen a queen, but imagined they wore fancy gowns and crowns studded with jewels. It was unknown to the simple boy why they would ride a dragon and trespass upon the homes of meager fishermen.

[prumysa]

𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 rhaenyra's new babe. said she needed some time to bond with him, to adjust to having another child. said that too many visitors would not be good for the babe yet helaena did not believe her mother. they all sounded like excuses more than anything ! usually, the princess was not so ... persistent, pushy, with her mother. with anything. ( she would rather concede, save an argument, than be involved in confrontation with someone. it made her nervous, uncomfortable, she'd found. ) however, with some slightly sweeter words she had managed to get her mother to say yes. & in no time did helaena find herself knocking on her elder sisters chamber door, opening it softly in chase the babe was asleep. stepping inside, she closes it just as softly before coming to stand before rhaenyra. hands are clasped together behind her back, ❛ may i see him ? ❜ asked outright, lips pressing together as eye break their momentary contact with rhaenyra.

﹙ ✧ @perzonye liked for a starter ! ﹚

[roseguided-arch]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍? 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. the same way she felt at storms end, the same she's felt for days locking herself away in her rooms. coming out none, seeing no one, hardly eating. sleep was worse to come by with the image of her brothers last moments burned on the back of her mind--of course, anger always takes over after a bout of sadness takes hold. she wades through her emotions, jumping from one to the next with no real reasoning. it was confusing, the way she felt. her brain having been thrown into turmoil that day & it's only gotten worse. the loss of her sister, the taking of her mothers throne, her only grandsire dead or killed ... & then luke. when would it end ? with war assured now, in her mind, it would only worsen with time.

@perzonye said, " I SEE HIM IN THE BACK OF MY MIND. "

fingers tap on the painted table, violet eyes focusing on the position of the allies & the enemies. right now, it wasn't looking promising. they still had many to bring to their side ... she nods her head, she can work with that, do that. eyes lift when rhaenyra speaks, dark circles under her eyes just as much as visenya. teeth eat at the inside of the princess's cheek: ❛ so do i, ❜ would it help her mother to know she is not alone in her pain ? perhaps the burden of it on her other children would feel worse to her than bearing it alone. ❛ every time i- ... i close my eyes at night. i see ... i see it happen again. ❜ her tired mind reflects it, ❛ but, it only fuels me to want to avenge him. & i will. i'll kill aemond for it. ❜

[vezosdaria]

@perzonye asked: ❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

Slumped   against   a   pillar   in   the   Red   Keep’s   gardens,   the   smell   of   wine   clinging   to   him   like   a   second   skin.   His   cloak   had   slipped   to   the   side,   a   testament   to   a   night   gone   too   far,   and   his   eyes   fluttered   open   as   he   groaned   at   the   sight   of   his   half-sister   approaching.   Her   voice   sounding   like   almost   a   distant   siren   call.   Except   he   would   rather   see   a   siren   at   that   moment.

Aegon   groaned,   turning   his   head   away   from   her.   The   last   thing   he   wanted   was   her   pity   or   her   help.   The   world   felt   heavy,   spinning,   and   her   voice   cut   through   his   drunken   haze   with   a   clarity   that   stung.   He   swatted   her   hand   as   she   reached   for   him,   slurring,   "I   don’t   need   you."   His   pride   was   as   sharp   as   ever,   though   dulled   by   the   drink.

He   hated   that   she   was   right.   Hated   even   more   that   he   couldn’t   fight   her   off   in   this   state.   Aegon’s   head   lolled   back   against   the   cool   stone,   his   chest   rising   and   falling   as   he   tried   to   follow   her   words,   his   breath   shaky.   The   night   was   closing   in,   but   in   the   space   between   them,   there   was   a   strange   and   fleeting   truce.   He   simply   closed   his   eyes   and   waved   a   hand   away.   "⸻Don't   you   have   better   things   to   do?"

[jacaeryse]

@perzonye - plotted starter

ㅤㅤㅤJacaerys Velaryon, Prince of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, had been slain. Different accounts claim that Vermax had flown too low, crashing into a burning ship during the Battle of the Gullet. Jace leapt into the ocean, clinging to wreckage while nearby Myrmen rained quarrels upon him. One struck him through the neck, finally claiming the prince who sank into the sea. They failed to mention that Vermax followed after his rider, plunging into the depths where he also vanished. Neither of them surfaced long after the battle had concluded, leaving many to believe they had died together that day. ㅤㅤㅤSomething nudged Jace in his side. Awoken from a dreamless sleep he stirs, opening his eyes to a nearly blinding light. Had he died? Was this the afterlife? Jace would have believed it so if a seagull hadn't landed on his chest before Vermax devoured it whole. He moves to lift himself up and onto his elbows, finding every part of himself sore. Crossbow bolts stuck out of his thigh, shoulder, and arm. Every single inch of him protested as he forced himself to stand. Jace steadied himself on Vermax who looked untouched, save for holes in the orange membranes of his wings. Jace smiles up at his dragon before a wild peel of laughter escapes his lips. They were alive! He would have jumped up and down in joy if he wasn't hurting all over. ㅤㅤㅤOverhead the familiar sight of Dragonstone greets them. "Did you bring us here?" He asks Vermax who regards him before turning his attention to the castle. His dragon had managed to catch Jace by the tunic when he sank into the sea. He swam until the raging battle was nothing but a distant cacophony of fire and chaos. Upon the shores of Dragonstone he dumped the prince, curling a wing around him to shelter his body from the elements. Jace owed Vermax his very life. Deciding it would be easier to climb aboard his dragon than walk the entire way, he saddles up on Vermax. Pain surges from his injuries, and Jace is certain he's going to get sick from infection, but he's alive. ㅤㅤㅤ"Jacaerys! Prince Jacaerys is alive! He's arrived at the front gate!" Servants filled the castle with word of his appearance. He gingerly slid off of Vermax and into the waiting arms of a Kingsguard. Jace thought it embarrassing to be coddled, but he was in no condition to refuse. He was carried inside, tended to by Maester's, who removed the arrows that had protruded from his skin as if he were a pin cushion. Jace was lucky to be alive. If those Myrmen had been better shots, he would have certainly died during the battle. In time, Rhaenyra would rush into the room, relieved to find him alive but angry that he had disobeyed her orders to remain on Dragonstone. For once, he didn't mind the thought of being lectured.

[foulrests-a]

the wind was welcoming them,   already.         laena could sense the ocean’s breeze whispering her name in invitation and considering they’d be above the clouds for quite a long time,   it was best to see it as an old friend rather than an enemy.         the young woman smiled at herself while tying ropes strongly on vhagar’s gargantuan figure.         whispering soothing valyrian words,   explaining the presence of the blood-like creature that stood a few meters ahead with her new husband.         a gracious roar escaped the mount as golden hues came from above,   landing softly and prettily next to them.         the velayron smiled hugely at the sight of rhaenyra,   dismounting with such an ease it was to be envied.         with a last look over her shoulder at daemon’s far away figure,   she approached the princess with thundering and unwavering affection.

a starter from laena for @perzonye

❝  how afraid i was that you wouldn’t come to wish us good travels.   ❞          but rhaenyra would never.         how closer they had gotten now that they were family by law and not just thin blood.         the kind of closeness laena had longed for eternity,   somehow always on the towers of driftmark,   an eternal promise never reached.         ❝   or have you decided to join us?   ❞         a tease with a hint of it being truthful.         it would be lovely,   to have her by their — her side.

[roseguided]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓, 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 slowly with her body, like her expression, frozen in place for a few seconds. seconds that felt like an eternity. her mind wonders then what could ever make rhaenyra think such a thing, surely she does not believe that elinda has lost her care or her fondness or her loyalty to her ? never, her mind echos, but what use is that if it is not spoken aloud--& so, her body turns now. brows are furrowed where eyes settle on rhaenyra, lips downturned, her palm resting flush over her midsection. the lady takes in a short breath before asking, in as gentle tone as ever, ❛ what makes you think such a thing, your grace ? ❜ her confusion must be apparent as if her taken aback look lingering in the eyes. elinda was not angered by the idea, but more so disappointed in herself. it makes a tightness clutch in her throat ... the idea that she wasn't, or hasn't, doing enough to assure rhaenyra. more now than ever given whats happened, the losses she's endured.

@perzonye SAID, " I DON'T WANT YOU TO GET TIRED OF ME. "

elinda comes to rhaenyra slowly, stepping before her queen with a softened expression. hand hesitates at her side before it reaches forward to take hold of the others, a gentle & hopefully comforting touch. it is all that is meant by it, one she hopes rhaenyra does not mind in the moment. ❛ tire of you ? never. ❜ is the first thing that leaves her mouth, a shake of her head to follow. a breath is sighed out, eyes looking down for a moment. feeling like she needs to explain herself, elinda continues: ❛ i must admit, i have been ... sad of late with the news of prince lucerys, with what you have been made to endure since, but i did not mean for it to come across as me not caring for you. ❜ because i cared about him too. she squeezes rhaenyra's hand once when eyes lift. ❛ i will always care for you. to serve you as is my duty & my joy to do so. ❜

[roseguided-arch]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓. a snort through her nose, a lowly chuckle that came out of her chest from a place from knowing exactly, or abouts, who & how her husband was. several weeks of disturbing his sleep, of poking about in his brain, of giving him ... something for sleep did a lot in the way of showcasing someone's character. what drew rhaenyra to him ? did she come about it on her own ... or was the idea steadily planted in her mind over time so it just seemed right to be with him ? not for alys to question aloud, to her face, but she has been wondering. even now with no no where in sight, she remembers the look on her face when she said 'a girl-child you once bounced on your knee'---rhaenyra is anything but now.

@perzonye asked, " ARE YOU ... LAUGHING AT ME ? "

green eyes lift from where she stands over to the queen who is just a pace or so from her, a table separating them. hands clean themselves on her apron, alys shaking her head as she answers: ❛ 'course not, yer grace. ❜ comes her almost out of place accent, ❛ i meant nae disrespect t'ye, i jus' sometimes hae-a hard time keepin' in my reactions. i'm a ... derf woman, ye see, but not one wi'out manners. ❜ the witch clears her throat, stepping around the table to better look at her. ❛ since prince daemon 'as been here ... he 'as shown much of himself, truly, ma queen. interesting sort of man, rash & blunt, but interesting. ❜

[absolventiia]

i absolutely adore the way you write aurane and how you put his feelings and mannerisms into words. your writing is definitely an a+ for me, absolutely immaculate, actually! i did not get to write with mar yet, but everything we've spoken about, the dorne headcanons, everything is incredibly wonderful. you put a lot of work and dedication to your muses, their lore, the headcanons, just everything regarding them and i admire you for that, one of my favorite writers in the fandom / rpc! this is also a completely unbiased opinion, rest assured. 🙂‍↕️

how's my portrayal ?

wait this is so sweet !!!!!

[winterbeheaded]

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picture meme. nyra & riley ⋆ 　 。　 ☆ @perzonye