Shierak Qiya

❝ It is the herald of my coming. The gods have sent it to show me the way. ❞

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[firedescended]

tenebrescxnce‌:

“That’d would be like cheating.”

He leaned closer, oddly content. 

“I’m giving the sun back to the dragon. It’s an inverse of an old series of symbols in a book I read as ..well, I read a long time ago.”

In short: a sort of protection spell. 

“That sounds like something out of one of your writings...” It reminded her of the stories of her older brother, of her ancestors who had made dragons of themselves and turned their name into myth.

But had any of them had a creature like him behind them? (They must have, and she became so keenly curious to know their shadows, the reason the sun had shined so brightly on them.)

[tenebrescxnce]

@firedescended​

He traced across her starry skin, soft but feeling strength underneath, drawing dragons. He drew many things, symbols, and perhaps that was leaving the meaning behind. 

“Do you want to know what I’m writing on you?”

[firedescended]

“Do you want to tell me?” she murmured in reply, though curiosity had laid claim the moment she’d realized he was tracing true patterns, not just meaningless shapes.

“I would like to know.”

[firedescended]

tenebrescxnce‌:

He was stoic, stiff, armored, but he lessened his tension at the touch. Just so. He looked down at her, thoughtful. He could see it, too, and it was poetic, considering the environment. There was that shade of light.

“–I fell into the line of work in an unusual way.”

Part of it was–just that. Sometimes it paid to forget, and forget your old self. 

“That had a part to play in it.”

“I’m sorry for whatever brought you into this business,” she said sincerely, because she understood that whatever had led him into this life, it couldn’t be a good thing; she’d yet to meet someone who had a place in their part of society without something terrible in their past, or their ancestors’ pasts.

“However, I’m very glad to have you by my side... or in my shadow,” Dany added with a faint smile.

[firedescended]

tenebrescxnce‌:

“That would never happen to you.”

He didn’t think so. In fact: 

“Shadows need fire, don’t they?” he asked. There was a stretch of quiet and he turned back to his work. 

“–Both a gift and a curse,” he allowed. 

“They do...” But she wouldn’t let him get away that easily, standing at his back, too short to put her arm on his shoulder she’d have liked and so resting her hand near the middle of his back. “They’re always there, beside the fire.”

“Where is the curse?”

[firedescended]

tenebrescxnce‌:

“I’d be what happens underneath. Between the lines.”

A shadow. 

“I don’t know what is better: writing or just the telling.”

For a story to live with a few. However, he wasn’t doing well with keeping that number up.

“I trust you wouldn’t forget me.”

“The shadows tend to get more attention than the dragons once all is said and done,” she noted, eyebrows raising slightly.

A soft snort and she shook her head. “You know you’re unforgettable.”

[firedescended]

tenebrescxnce‌:

Sometimes it was for sanity, sometimes leverage. Sometimes–he couldn’t see his own emotions, clearly, and he needed to write out the picture. This was still to him almost a story. 

“A little modern truth in myth,” he said. “Like you. A dragon queen. What is there not to write about?”

Her lips curled upwards at the thought he wrote about her, and she almost wished to read what, exactly, he had to say about her -- but on the other hand maybe it was better left a mystery.

“I think you’re a bit of myth yourself,” she observed.

[firedescended]

uiscefios‌:

She’d ask how much it would cost, again. 

“Who would I be singing for?” she asked instead. “I hardly know your favorite genre.”

She would guess if it was a friendly moment, not one fraught with ways to fall. 

“Yourself.” Dany was a little surprised by the point about her genre, and a little saddened that Sansa was already so well versed in the world that she knew it all tended to come with a price.

It made her more determined not to include any strings. “What is your favorite genre?”

[firedescended]

tenebrescxnce‌:

“….Writing.”

He allowed. Although, theoretically, plenty of murder has been done by writing. Well, if she was going to insist on watching. 

“Writing,” she echoed, not in disbelief but intrigue. “What does a man like you write about?”

[firedescended]

[firedescended]

tenebrescxnce‌:

He glared up at the woman, momentarily thrown, and while it was his own definition: 

“Gardening,” he said, drily. 

“Nice try, but I said not related to murder.”

[driverdaily]

Adam Driver in the Medieval Times sketch on SNL

[firedescended]

uiscefios‌:

She lit the cigarette, as if this was all dream-talk. She used to dream a lot, and she still did. Got her through so much, going in an ivory tower. But she now waited until reality hit, and then dreamed a little story out. 

This was non-reality. 

“What couldn’t I do?” she asked, jokingly. “That’s more interesting to think about.”

She paused. 

“Improve my singing.”

That answer pulled a short-lived smile to her lips, until she thought about Baelish twisting it somehow into something Sansa no longer loved. The man reminded her so much of her brother in some ways, but even Viserys hadn’t been so oily and cowardly. “What if I could arrange some singing lessons?”

[firedescended]

@tenebrescxnce​

“I knew you had talents not related to killing people. You bury them so well.”

[firedescended]

@uiscefios​

“What would you do, if you could leave?” Dany asked the younger girl, watching the people circulating past them carefully, but not nearly as carefully as she watched Sansa.

[yocalio]

DRAGONSTONE was the original seat of House Targaryen in Westeros and had been colonized and fortified as the westernmost outpost of the Valyrian freehold. After Aegon’s Conquest of the Seven Kingdoms, Dragonstone in the newly-created crownlands and served as the seat of their heir, known as the Prince of Dragonstone. The castle was built by the Valyrians, using arcane arts, fire, and sorcery. With the use of magic, the Valyrians were capable of liquefying stone. The Dragon lords twisted stone into strange, fanciful, and ornate shapes, and as such used their magic to shape the castle to look like multiple dragons. Smaller dragons can be found throughout the castle; Small dragons frame gates and dragon claws hold torches. A pair of great wings cover the armory and smithy, and dragon tails form archways and staircases.

[firedescended]

everybodyelsedying‌:

“Very few of us have that benefit, your grace,” Ashildr tried to be gentle seeing how upset she seemed. “You know what you want. You have always been very clear on that point ever since I arrived. Maybe it doesn’t need to mean more.” 

Her lips purse, but Dany can’t disagree with Ashildr. “I may not like it, but you’re right,” she finally acquiesces. “And what do you want?”