Modern Aegonaera AU
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In which Aegon Targaryen, a reserved philosophy student, drifts through life accompanied only by a mind deeply given to introspection. There is subtle intensity about him, softened only by a deeply seated melancholy lingering in his violet eyes. Solitude is his solace; he finds himself entranced by the siren song of overlooked details, unspoken mysteries, and the tantalising complexities of human nature. This contemplative nature suits him, aided by a muted stubbornness that anchors his focus on the beauty of the mundane. He is a character unique in his perspectives and gentle in behaviour, yet determined to achieve his goals.
In which Daenaera Velaryon, an accomplished ballerina with a luminescent countenance matched only by her brilliance on stage, embraces life with a vibrant openness. Her blue eyes shimmer with warmth, and her laugh - light and unrestrained, spills forth like music makes her a joy to be around. Yet, beneath the effortless glamour lies a soul carefully guarded, a dampened intensity that lives bereft of company. She is of the sun, though a shadow lies meticulously concealed.
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A story that begins with Aegon first setting eyes upon Daenaera by chance. As the theatre lights dimmed and the music began, he settled into his seat, only half-engaged. But the moment she stepped onto the stage, he became a man bewitchedโeach of Daenaera's movements a perfect union of strength and grace, her smile a balm to the broken-hearted, promising warmth, happiness, peace. By the final bow, Aegon was breathless, feeling as though his former world had seized up and shrivelled, only to begin anew. Throughout the performance, he had become like a planet drawn into orbit around the golden radiance she exuded.
When it ended, he was left feeling starved once more.
Beneath her graceful movements lay a formidable depth that Aegon believed matched, if not exceeded, his own. For once, he had felt noticed, seen, understood. Ravenous, he became a frequent attendee of her performances, entranced as she danced, until finally, one fateful day, he gathered the courage to linger in the sated silence of the theatre hall shortly after the audience had emptied. As the other performers congratulated each other on a job well done, Aegonโs intense gaze was met by the object of his obsession, and he became a man suspended. His breath caught, his muscles tensed, and his thoughts stilled.
Amused, Daenaera bestowed upon him a wry grin before offering him a word, a nameโa beginning.
Aegon knew his life would never be the same again.
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