the dragon queen.

indie private & selective daenerys targaryen. written by usagi.

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sorry for the absence. lya has been taking a lot of my attention (reminder that i do have a lyanna blog here) -- and i’m just...i’m too depressed to do anything so -- i’m just gonnnnaaa wither away in my darkness for a while. i have tomorrow off -- so i’m hoping to get to things then <3 again, sorry. pls be patient with me <3

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freefolksflame.

“I am tired talking of Jon Snow. You either trust me, the woman ya see here and like that or not.” Ygritte is tired, she feels reduced to HIM, everyone brings him into the picture and she feels lost. “I am who I am, you have t’ listen t’ your own stomach t’ decide if ya want t’ put YOUR faith in me or not.”

she can’t help the smirk that curls her lips then, the interest that begins to grow at the very sight of the flame that burns within her. it was enough to convince her -- that determination upon her brow the very same the dragon queen wore. surely, a woman such as herself could be TRUSTED.  ❝   very well -- you’ve earned my faith. let us hope you can keep it.  ❞

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roseguided.

         BEAUTIFUL FEATURES SETTLE INTO a expression of stoic && stern as ocean blue eyes spot, from a distance, a head of silver hair that stood out only slightly against the white snowflakes that continued to downpour onto them in flurries. she notices the targaryen crest on her clothing, the CROWN she wore on her head that glistened against the COLD. ────  sansa closed her eyes, a soft breath being let inward && pushed outward as the dragon queen approached with the softest, most welcoming smile sansa had seen in a long time.    eyes fixate on the silver queen, looking her up && down as to get a feel for her before the two collide paths for the FIRST time since jon leaving for dragonstone a month or so beforehand. ────  as much as she had heard, mostly from littlefinger && other sources, sansa expected what she had saw before her. STRONG,  beautiful without a doubt, with enchanting white hair that brought out the color of her eyes. she carried herself with pride, with certainty you didn’t see often in most women. as she comes before her, paced a few feet from one another,   sansa can’t help but LIGHTEN her expression when  she sees how PLEASANT && HAPPY daenerys was.  ❝  yes, sansa && thank you for coming, your grace. ❞  a small tilt of her head, that stoic expression fading into a warm, widened smile across pink petals.     as she’d beckoned forth, feet crunch along the snow, sinking in as they went as she comes to stand beside her guest.  ❝  it’s lovely to see you in person, daenerys. what i imagined in my head matched as i expected, all of the TALES i’ve heard about you, your family, are surpassed by what is seen in person  ❞ her smile never leaves, sansa gently guided her away  from the snow blanketed ground of the courtyard && toward the GODSWOOD.    ❝   BORN to rule, ❞  she repeated, a soft laugh bubbling from her chest.  ❝  to me, in the least, it seems as if winterfell, the north, has FALLEN into my lap. but, i wouldn’t give anything for it. it’s my home, where i am myself at best. ❞ 

a soft breath of a chuckle passes her lips -- a warm and summer breeze dancing upon the winter air, amused by such gracious words. gaze lowers to gloved hands, fitting into the warmth -- an attempt to keep paled flesh far from the winter’s sting.  ❝  yes, so i’ve heard. the tales of my beauty travel quite far.  ❞  violet gaze lifts, resting upon the fiery haired woman besides her, lips curled into a smile -- mischief coloring her simper.  ❝  i much prefer the tales of my conquests be told. for false queens to FEAR my reign -- and the people to welcome it -- the breaker of chains.  ❞  gaze turns to the fleeting snow -- resting upon their shoulders in a chilly embrace, a chilly welcome to a winter’s tale. ❝  yet they will continue to spread their desires, talk of my breast in place of my names.  ❞  her brow had furrowed in dissatisfaction -- determination a familiar glitter in her eye -- the STUBBORN queen, settled on changing the minds of the many, far more than her beauty. far greater than the silver of her hair. 

❝  such is the fate to our names, lady sansa. even you --  ❞  smile returns, frown relaxed upon porcelain features, kindness returning to her gaze.  ❝  though i have heard far more of your STRENGTH than i have your beauty since the north has -- what was it you said? ah, yes -- ‘fallen into your lap’.  ❞ another summer breeze graces her lips, violet hues softening upon the other -- every tale she heard of sansa’s strength returning -- pride beginning to swell in the depth of her heart. how could she not be PROUD to stand besides her? a woman of resilience.  ❝  the north adores you, lady sansa. i can only hope to hold a piece of their favor.  ❞

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lips, graciously curled, widen it’s smile the moment violet hues rest upon the girl. she was everything she imagined -- hair as red as fire, every feature shaped in STRENGTH and resilience. what she knows of sansa all awe-filled words whispered by the men who LOVE that head of fire. she is a queen-- this daenerys can see -- though a crown may not rest upon her head, though she doesn’t demand knees to bend, the dragon queen senses an equal before her. 

gloved fingers fold, resting upon the warmth of her gown, silver hair as soft as the snow that falls about their feat, a crown of valyria upon her head.  ❝  lady sansa, i presume.  ❞  speaks the silver queen with a smile, amethyst jewels glittering in winter light.  ❝  an honor it is to meet the lady of winterfell.  ❞  a sister -- a woman born of the very same flame which birthed the mother of dragons. the informality of their meeting a breath of fresh air, crown placed aside to meet the woman she knows to be the HEART of the north.

gaze captures their surroundings -- smile softening as PRIDE begins to swell -- not for herself, no, but for the girl who stood before her. stern and shaped in a power she had yet to realize.  ❝  it would seem you are born to rule. as am i.  ❞  smile widens, silver head beckoning the norther girl closer, shoulders turning to beging a stroll -- each step sinking into the soft of the snow. ❝ shall we compare? ❞

@roseguided  ♡ ‘d for sansa.

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         ❝   — AND FROM THE ASHES WILL SHE RISE.   ❞

                                indie, private, and selective daenerys targaryen.

                                       (book and show based. a happy medium)

                                                           penned by usagi.

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[anotherrpmemeblog]

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Even if it was only once for a split second!

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❝  i’ve been warned of you northern men. PROUD -- loyal. oft to a fault. far too unlikely to think past their loyalties.  ❞  head turns to rest her gaze upon him, lips (though once uncurled) now shaped with a soft smile.  ❝  i am glad to find you different. stubborn, of course. but loyal to what you think is right -- not the promises they think you to keep. BEFITTING of a king -- wouldn’t you agree?  ❞

@lcrdcrow  ♡ ‘d

[ptonkin]

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[bloodstreak-blog1]

I THOUGHT I SAW THE DEVIL THIS MORNING LOOKING IN THE MIRROR, DROP OF RUM ON MY TONGUE WITH THE WARNING TO HELP ME SEE MYSELF CLEARER. I NEVER MEANT TO START A FIRE. I NEVER MEANT TO MAKE YOU BLEED. I’LL BE A BETTER MAN TODAY FOR ALL OF THE TIMES THAT I NEVER COULD. MY PAST HAS TASTED BITTER FOR YEARS NOW, SO I WIELD AN IRON FIST. GRACE IS JUST WEAKNESS OR SO I’VE BEEN TOLD. I’VE BEEN COLD, I’VE BEEN MERCILESS BUT THE BLOOD ON MY HANDS SCARES ME TO DEATH.         //          BLOODSTREAK

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❝  how odd --  ❞  she breaths, gaze lost to the mountain tops, frosted in delicate snow. those two words were her welcome to the man who managed to find her space, a beginning of a thought found upon balcony she had claimed for her own just moments before. violet eyes roll from silver skies to the man besides her,  ❝  -- to find a place where dragons are as common as game. tell me, ser hawke --  ❞  silver head turns to him, interest glittering in the amethyst of her gaze.  ❝  how many have dared to ride upon their backs?  ❞

@hidinginhumor  ♡ ‘d

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freefolksflame.

“I gave you m’word that I would KEEP your friend safe, aye? I keep m’word. That is how we are, the Free Folk. Our word is honest and we will d’ what we can t’ keep it so you will need t’ have some FAITH in me.”

she stares -- violet bright eyes peering into every feature -- judging, sizing -- understanding. the silver queen is SILENT as mind captures the fiery woman’s presence -- honor bled, driven. strong. much like herself. gaze lowers, studying the woman’s form -- hidden beneath layers of leathers and furs -- measuring strength not shaped upon the furrow of her brow.  ❝  --- and...has jon placed his faith with you?  ❞

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“please come back in one piece.”

「protective meme (ac) / @sunadorned」

brows knit, heart aching to stay – to remain in the warmth of a mother’s embrace she never had – to stay at her side as she might have done should her brother had done the right thing. paled fingers grasp at elia’s palm, a FINAL attempt to savior elia’s touch and care. lips curl into a smile, a whisper of a touch upon her lips. she was a QUEEN now – her purpose calling her to a throne – and yet – the child hidden beneath the shadow of her crown, kept from innocence, bruised and meek longed to stay. fingers, daring to tighten, loosen their grip far too afraid of hurting the woman she so ADMIRED, grown to love as she would the sun that helped her grow – nurturing kindness upon her tender flesh. 

❝  this is no longer my victory – but yours too.  ❞  the silver queen declares, violet hues glittering with determination.  ❝  i will make king’s landing our home.  ❞ fingers lift from golden palm to rest upon the woman’s cheek, smile widening as PRIDE returns.  ❝  i swear it.  ❞