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𝐈  𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄     /    𝐈  𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐓 .

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❛     𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐓 ,     𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?      ❜     or should she know ?     𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙚 ?     find understanding coiled in her very soul ?     𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 .     they look at her with pity ,     sometimes horror .     as if i am something dirty ,     she knows .     fingers grab at her skirts while she sits ,      miserable ,     and waiting for something to become .     ❛      sorry .     it's been a few long weeks .     and i haven't been sleeping well .     my nightmares ,    you know ,    and my family's dreams come true .    ❜       𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 .     unfeeling ,     and numb .

𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭  liked for a starter

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𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 .     a childe that hardly knows better .     raised in the dungeons ,     it seems .     corruptible heart wavers the moment eyes are laid .     weeps pitifully too ,     as if forced to carry the world .     i am sorry .     𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 .     𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 .     but no words seem to come out     ❪    head lowered to avoid contact ,     even as her hands scramble to wipe away tears    ❫     when they should .     𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 .     she merely cries while covered in soot and sorrow .     ❛      but i                                                       ❜     nothing else follows .

𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  liked for a starter

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❛     𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 .     ❜     excitable girl with no real knowledge of the world .     daenys preens in front of their visitor ,     grinning ,     wanting to hear tales of terror and misfortune      /     𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 .     𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 .     she flourishes ,     jumps in her skirts .     dances at the thought of going forth .     ❛      please !     tell me you need reinforcements ,     tell me you need me to help !     if only to move boxes ,     may no harm have come to our people ,     of course .     ❜

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❛      𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 ,     𝐌𝐀'𝐀𝐌 ,     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 .    ❜     her own disappointment is near palpable .     amethyst lingering on the curves of eggs warmed by the fires beneath ,     sung to by balerea where he rests behind them .     𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 ,     𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 .     but for now ,     they simply rest .     daenys sits back on her heels with a heavy sigh .     ❛     you know ,     they're supposed to hatch with magic .     i hatched mine when three .     now what kind of three year old posses magic that a fourteen year old doesn't ?     ❜     she's a step away from climbing inside .

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 .     causes her to pause in her tracks ,     makes her think of an apology that isn't owed .     𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ,     𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 .     unmistakable bitterness .     it dirties a youthful heart .     ❛      and what is the cause for your visit ?     if it's about the village ,     i've already paid my dues  ...     ❜     she has already caused war .     she has done enough .     the queen even said so herself .     there is nothing more to be done .     ❪   𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 .    ❫     for once ,     she misses her father .

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 .     a make believe ambassador flying freely over forgotten cities ,     laughing and cherishing every moment .     she lands and sees and learns     ❪    covets her missing heart    ❫     and listens to the missing whistles she hears leading her to the unknown .     she follows without thinking .     𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 ,     𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 .     she steps alone in the world ,     chin tilted .     ❛      hello ?     is anyone here ?     ❜     it's not one of the smarter things she's done .     ❛     i heard you .     i know you must be here .     ❜

𝐥𝐲𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭  liked for a starter

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❛     𝐎𝐇 ,   𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒  ...     ❜     that's simply from the sight of her     :     divine ,      horrific ,     serpentine ,     draconic .     the breath is rushed from jagged ribs .   amethyst gaze faltering .     save me ,     i think .     she steps back and away ,     ankle almost rolling .     ❛      you are                                                you are very .     lovely .     ❜     perhaps it could be true ,     𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 .     daenys reaches for the comfort of balerea's scales ,     digging her fingers into the leathers of the saddle .     she didn't mean to interrupt .     𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 .     does she bow ?     she simply stares in shock ,     nearly quaking .

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❛      𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 !      ❜     it's hissed under her breath as fingers dig into his arm ,      dragging him around the corner as scouts look and search .     they are obvious the longer they stay .     𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ,     𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 .     whether or not it's the right thing     ❪     𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 ,     𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺 ,     𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴     ❫      she does it anyway ,     reaching for his belt and seeking the hilt of his sword .     ❛     you must cut my hair ,     make me seem as a man !     they will know who i am .     quickly !     i beg of you !     ❜

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭  liked for a starter

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𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 .     to spend hours upon hours sitting beside them     ❪      wishing that one day their souls could combine     :    𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 .     ❫      she's had a rough day .     spent hours dreaming and wondering if they meant anything .     𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 .     valerian magic hums in her veins .     she reaches ,     hesitates ,     to touch .     to take her mind off things .     '     one day my dearest balerea will be bigger than you ,     '     a braggart ,     if not hopeful .     ❛     when that day comes ,     we shall sail home and perhaps suffer like aerea .     ❜

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❛     𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 !     𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄  ...     ❜      foolish words taste akin to ridiculousness as she tries ,     curling her tongue around the vowel ,     tasting the consonant and near choking on the roll of the tongue .     it should come naturally ,     or so she assumes .     𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 .   𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐄 ,     𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 .     i can't do it ,     and that's humiliating .     cheeks flush .     petulance to sorrow .     she puffs out her cheeks as she wallows .     ❛      how did you get so good at learning all this ?     ❜

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The Fall

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The heart keeps sobbing in its sleep.

Emily Dickinson, in a letter to Louise and Frances Norcross, early October 1871 (via luthienne)

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𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫

   ❝ they say you look like her, ❞  a tilt of his head, trying to pick apart    what of his niece looked like his sister - & what did not.  ❝ yet … i     think you look like myself much more. ❞  it’s a mindless thought to    entertain, considering most of viserys’ original features are hidden    beneath the burn scars.      

𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒 .     hands automatically flying to cover the horrified gawk ,     brimming eyes focusing on the evidence .     she nearly jumps to apologize     ❪     𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 ,     𝘴𝘦𝘳 ,     𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵 ,     𝘴𝘦𝘳    ❫     but instead flounders .     𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐆 .     she shakes her head and coughs .     ❛      i must disagree ,     you see .     i take mostly after my father .     i     ...     have his shoulders ,     apparently .     his eyes or something like it .     ❜

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𝐞𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐝‌

the stench of sulfur filled the air, reeking of fire and brimstone.  it was not of his blood. a descendant of the children of the forest, a living idol to the old gods, legolas was young, swift, and verdant; there was no ruin to be heard of in his heart, and as he beheld the chaos, he felt his light heart begin to fall into darkness. eyes so vibrant gaze over the smoldering battlefield, before they turn mournfully to the woman of ashes and pale flesh.

❝ — what did you do? ❞

❛      𝐈                                                               𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 .     ❜      a falsehood made obvious by the soot against her chin .     open chest exposed for the armies to see .     a victim of mocking and shame now that destruction is on her hands .     𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 ,     𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 .     a mistake ,     she wants to say .     𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 .     but that would be a lie ,     a disservice     :     an embarrassing shove off where it concerns those involved .     she couldn't lie of the mess she has made .     a childish hiccup occurs as ugly sobs cause a slender body to shake .     𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒 .     they would do nothing to satiate those who now hate her .     ❛     they had stolen .     my sister !     i just wanted .     i just wanted .     to get her back !     ❜

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“ spell your name with bonfires and riots ”

                                𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

❛     𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 .     ❜     it is a speech heard before .     the fire that brims in her is so different from everyone else     ❪     𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 .     ❫     there is not enough power in the world that could prevent her from protecting     /     tearing     /     surviving when no one believes in her .     ❛      i am daenys targaryen ,     prince of the seven kingdoms ,     and daughter of queen daenerys targaryen .     fire and blood were my first words after being birthed into this world .     i will make my name known ,     not as a conqueror ,     but as a protector .     ❜     her chin raises .     𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 ,     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃 ,     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 .     she would make those who supported her proud given the chance .     she has .     𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 .     she must .     there is no room for failure as mother nature cries for nourishment .