I search his eyes for any sign of hurt, any reflection of the agony and torture. There is nothing.
I’m the monster. I’m the mutt. I’m the one Snow has turned into a weapon!

“Aragorn was the tallest of the company, but Boromir, little less in height, was hotter.”

How I read Lord of the Rings. (via adanwen)


I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

“He remembered what his mother had said,
a man can never see a beautiful thing without wanting to own it.
His mother had been owned by a man
leash marks still around her neck, barely diminishing the beauty
that had brought on such attention.

To try and not fall into this, he didn’t see beauty,
where beauty was to be found.
He didn’t see the curve of her lips,
her hips, her hair swinging,
he didn’t see cliches
or eyes as blue as the sea

He saw lost tears, lost ways, lost girls,
and never once did he think that they would be more
if someone found them.”

Possession | m.c. (via mythaelogy)


sandsnakes // tyene sand 

she rose as they entered, dressed in a clinging gown of pale blue samite with sleeves of myrish lace that made her look as innocent as the maid herself. in one hand was a piece of embroidery she had been working on, in the other a pair of golden needles. her hair was gold as well, and her eyes were deep blue pools. . .and yet somehow they reminded the captain of her father’s eyes.