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#luceryse is a study in grief, longing, and overwhelming destiny. low activity, mutually exclusive, canon divergent & selective writing blog for lucerys velaryon of fire and blood/hotd. book, television and headcanon based. he/him. twenty-one + only, minors / personals dni! ─── penned by 𝒹𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓎𝓈𝓊𝓈

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wcrriorhearts

it had been a mere coincidence that she had come to this quaint little place to briefly oversee someone of the preparations for the fleet corlys was about to send out in her support. most ships were elsewhere but on her flight back from harrenhal she had spotted some docked at a small harbor in this fishing village and decided to see why they had not joined the others. it turned out the mast of their flag ship had been broken during a storm at sea and they had anchored to repair it, before joining the main fleet at dragonstone. she had been about to return to syrax, whom she had left on one of the cliffs so as not to disturb the smallfolk, when a voice disrupted her thoughts and she abruptly halted in her steps. that voice...her heart stuttered in her chest and the queen was tempted to keep walking, because this was not her first encounter with a ghost lately, but she turned anyway and froze even more. violet eyes roamed the familiar face, but what she saw made no sense. her son was dead, killed by aemond. pieces of arrax had washed ashored together with luke's cloak and despite days of searching, she had never found him. he could not be alive. and yet he stood right before her. she stared, unable to comprehend his presence, eyes filling with tears. "luke?!"

luceryse

luke? the name is unfamiliar to the boy who had simply been referred to as flounder by his adoptive parents. he simply shakes his head. "sorry, my lady. you must be mistaken." but there was no denying that the son rhaenyra had thought she had lost in the tumultuous sea surrounding storm's end was standing before her. forgetting his manners, he dips into a bow. "I might not know whom you're searching for but I've got fish for sale. I could even cook them for you so you don't go hungry on your journey home." so simple minded was this fishmonger and absent of memory that he didn't realize he was talking to the queen of the realm. somebody he had once swore his very own life to and had died in the process. He feels sorry for the woman who is clearly distraught by the sight of him, but he doesn't know what to say. men and boys had been dying in great numbers since the start of the war and it was possible this woman had lost somebody that looked just like him. poor thing.

#wcrriorhearts

sparedson

@luceryse requested an audience with the prince !

the targaryen prince was truly a creature of opportunity. aemond leans against a cobblestone wall, arms folded against his chest as he waits. he waits, he waits, he waits. it was no secret that his mother was unamused by his lack of decorum earlier at dinner though he could not bring himself to regret the taunts that slipped past his lips. no matter how many years had passed him by, there was no denying that there was no one who could get under his skin quite as much as his nephews. lucerys more so than jacaerys, but neither were innocent in his mind. they were all set to return to dragonstone within the hour which presented aemond with a unique chance to confront lucerys one last time. the chamber door behind his nephew had barely shut before aemond had luke pinned against it by his forearm pressed just below collarbone. " lucerys, " aemond greets in an even tone, lavender hue fixated on the familiar face before him.

after a few moments, aemond is kind enough to let his nephew go ; instead opting to position himself in a way where he could not simply run away. " my mother insisted on offering you an apology but i do believe i would like to hear yours first. "

luceryse

leave it to both of his uncles to ruin a perfectly lovely dinner. what had started as a nice evening ended in chaos. aemond had insulted jacaerys and lucerys with a backhanded compliment, sending his elder brother into a rage. when he confronted aemond, jace was easily dispatched. luke had risen to help but had been intercepted by aegon who had pinned him to the table. things had been tense since then, and luke had wished he had been more capable. luke would have liked for things to have been smoothed over between their families, and now that would never truly happen. there would always be a rift between them. one that couldn't be gapped without violence. it mattered very little now. soon enough they would return to dragonstone, and this entire evening would be nothing but an unpleasant memory. luke just had to finish gathering his supplies from his room and they would be on their way. slipping away from rhaenyra, luke made his way up to his chambers. stepping past the threshold he is quickly caught off guard. aemond slithered forth out of the shadows, pinning him against the door with a squeak. for an instant he thinks jace is pulling a prank on him. the amusement that flashed upon his features quickly turns to confusion tinged with terror. "aemond." luke swallows down the fear that brews beneath his dark colored eyes. a defiant laugh slips past the boys lips, "an apology? I wasn't the one who ruined dinner." he knows what the apology is for. luke had sliced aemond's face open, taking one of his eyes with him in defense of jace. "you can put me down and then apologize to me for this." he insists, stoic even in the face of aemond and his cruelty.

#sorry to keep you waiting!#sparedson

@denydefeat

having succeeded in petitioning for the favor of lord borros, luke had returned from storm's end victorious. aemond had shown up, threatening the prince with vhagar but his words had fallen upon deaf ears. nothing would frighten the prince from dutifully serving their queen. though he had to admit that he was very scared during the flight. vhagar had chased them through tumultuous storm clouds, and had nearly devoured them. if it hadn't been for the combined efforts of arrax and luke they would have surely died. now jace had returned from winterfell, and he was very excited to hear about all his older brother had accomplished. luke lets himself into jace's chambers without so much as a knock. he walks chalantly as if he hadn't spent days counting down their reunion. luke picks up an old sailors knot that jace had left upon a table in his room. "so..how fared your journey?" luke asked, turning toward his older brother with a grin.

#denydefeat

sorry to those still waiting for starters. I'm working a ton lately and there isn't enough time in the world to get everything done. 😭

#like I dont wanna work I just wanna rp god dammit #✦ ooc

arrax was still small enough that he was perfect for remaining undetected while scouting. after baela had reported sightings of criston cole in the company of hightower knights, luke took it upon himself to investigate. upon his pearlescent dragon he scoured the dense forest and by luck or happenchance, luke discovered criston cole by his lonesome. arrax touched down with an expectant prince atop of him. having survived his ordeal at storm's end had hardened luke, making him a cruel and mischievous ghost of himself. "well, well, well. what do we have here?"

@kingmaketh

#kingmaketh #pls accept this hot mess of a starter fdafdasfds I hope you can work with it if not I can write something else

"excuse me, miss. you look lost. might I help you?" rhaenyra's attention would be called by a boy whom she had thought claimed by the sea. luceryse had survived his encounter with vhagar but ultimately lost both arrax and his memory as a result. rescued by an elderly couple in a fishing hamlet, he was given food and lodging in return for honest work. corlys had instilled in his heir the skills necessary to one day be a fine sailor. he employed his teachings now, selling what fish he caught in a modest stand in the hamlet. "your dress is so fine. you're not from around here, are you?"

@wcrriorhearts

#wcrriorhearts

like this for a short starter!

#✦ ooc #and when I say short I mean as short as jace

thevelaryons

I expect you will receive a very warm welcome.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.10 {THE BLACK QUEEN}

#✦ lucerys

turnipoddity

lucerys and mom 🧎‍♀️

#✦ lucerys #✦ rhaenyra

worthyheir-deactivated20260318

@luceryse / vaguely plotted starter

Time stood still, it seemed, when one could not reliably count the minutes, without sunlight or a schedule to adhere to, something so different from his now 'former' life. Even the timings of his meals seems sporadic, either as attempt to keep him weak, an attempt to keep him from keeping track, or really, what he believes is the truth, that he is half-forgotten. It would not surprise him - it had been said to keep him alive until they could discover how best to use his capture against his mother, but as time passed, it seemed they had thought of nothing, or that his mother was still waiting for more of an army to build.

It did not matter. He was still wounded, weak, and healing slowly due to the poor conditions, and he had not spoken in what seemed like weeks.

Even if he did not know it, the truth was only a fortnight had passed, and he had not allowed himself to speak to the guard that brought the sparse meals to him at random. There was no need to act the fool, desperate for news, merely a joke. He did not wish to hear the jeers, the taunts, or even worse, to be ignored entirely. If he did not ask after news of his mother, then he did not hear it, or did not see the guard smirk, or smile, or walk away without word.

Sleep is just as oddly timed, though that is not a new oddity, as he had been ill-timed in his sleep patterns for several years now, even before the war. Now, with a stone bench for his bed, clothes been worn for days, that still smelled of salt water and his own blood, it was even more difficult to even attempt it, only recoiling into exhaustive fits of sleep when his body was unable to stay up longer. Even now, he's fairly certain that will be soon, ache and exhaustion weighing heavy in his bones.

Perhaps it's the fever he's felt brewing the last few days, a combination of poor conditions and still healing injuries, that cause him to be blinded by what must be a hallucination. After all, the light does not illuminate anything around the cell, seems solely fixated on the figure before him. If this is a ghost instead, rather, he always thought they might be more dim, but then again, his brother always was like a beacon of light for him, before his murder.

"Does this mean I'm dying or just deeply bone-weary?" The question is asked when he sits up from the stone bench, leaning back against the wall. The chains around his wrists clink with the movement - as though keeping him in irons is anything less than further humiliation. He is far too injured to do anything, even if there was a chance to escape. He winces as he leans back against the stone, eyes heavy as he looks to what appears to be the apparition of his brother, wreathed in gold. "In truth, I am not sure which I would prefer at this moment."

luceryse

The ocean was peaceful, still and undisturbed, like a vast black mirror reflecting the stars above. It was a stark contrast to the roaring waves, and tumultuous storm that had swallowed him whole. Luke was dead. He knew he was. Vhagar had nearly devoured him whole along with his dragon. Luke had the misfortune of being tossed from her maw before plummeting into the ocean below. He hoped he had been dead before hitting the water, but he couldn't remember. It didn't matter now. He had been the first casualty in an impending war and had failed his mother, his siblings, and Arrax. Now he would mourn the death of his beloved dragon for the rest of eternity. Luke had lingered in the open expanse of ocean, hoping to catch a familiar glimpse of pearlescent wings. But he never could.

Luke had always loved the water, remembering days at Driftmark where he and Jace would swim out from the shore and dive down to try and see the coral reefs below the cold water. He loved the silky feel of water over his skin, the refreshing sharpness of jumping into her cold embrace, and the sensation that he was flying. It was ironic now that he couldn't feel anything. He was only aware of a dim ache in his stomach that persisted long after his demise. Luke supposed it was grief having combined itself with perpetual longing. For that reason Luke remained motionless, having been made glowing and golden in death. Time stood still, it seemed, when one could not reliably count the minutes, when one sank to the bottom of the ocean where no light could ever reach them.

Being a spirit he could move freely, but remained anchored to the abyss. He couldn't fathom visiting Dragonstone or his siblings. Would they even be able to see him? Luke humored that this was his own personal hell, being forced to endure eternity without the company of his family he had loved so much. It was an unfamiliar current that picked Luke up and off of the ocean floor. He had resisted at first, convinced that he was deserving of an eternity of nothing but darkness. But he had been carried all the way to the very surface, where for the first time in months, Luke had seen the sun. It provided him no warmth, but the familiarity of it made him smile. Slowly he picks himself up, floating above the waves that had claimed his very life.

Luke frowns, "If you're down there, Arrax. I'll come back and find you. I promise." He whispers in High-Valyrian, finally plucking up the courage to escape the icy embrace of the sea. Luke travels quickly above the waves, his clothing and hair appearing dry despite his time submerged beneath water. Luke appeared as he did just before departing Dragonstone. His cape billowed behind him, his curls bouncing in the wind. Luke couldn't feel the wind but he could imagine it caressing his pale golden flesh as he traveled to King's Landing. Some primal part of him felt compelled to travel there, that he would find something within the Red Keep. Luke was almost certain that it was hope that had inspired him to abandon his resting place at the bottom of the ocean.

Inside of the Red Keep, Luke isn't surprised to find that he is unseen or unnoticed by the courtiers and guards within. Rumblings of a captured prince reach his ears, urging Luke to sink into the floor so he could venture into the dungeons. He illuminates the space around him, providing him with enough light to traverse the cramped halls. Luke was lucky he couldn't smell for he was certain the place stank of death. Passing through each cell he isn't certain what he's searching for until he reaches the last one. Jace. His older brother. His confidante. His very best friend. Luke touches down on the floor, pulsing with a warm golden light. His fingers curl into the fabric of his trousers, as his throat goes tight. Luke was certain he would never see him again.

Jace speaks, but Luke doesn't hear it. He immediately drops to his knees in front of his older brother, and reaches for him. Luke passes right through him, of course. "Jace! I-I never.." His shoulders tremble as tears as big as pearls dribble down his cheeks before dissipating into the air. "--I'm sorry for putting everybody through this. For failing. For not coming back." Luke rambles, rubbing at his eyes while grief swirls inside of him. But now he was back! Sort of. Luke was literally there in spirit, unable to touch anything but definitely able to communicate. When his shoulders finally stop heaving, and his tears slow to a slight sprink, Luke finally gets a good look at Jace. Concern washes over his features, making the prince surge forward to get a better look. "What happened? You look awful."

#worthyheir

arraxies

Found this painting on Pinterest, and it is so Lucerys and Arrax coded! The two of them falling into the sea begging to stay alive… my pretty boys

(No idea who the artist is, just found it and liked it)

#✦ lucerys

you are a great writer 🩶❤️

awww omg thank you!

#ooc / tbd.#I appreciate it sm

zaldarias-a

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ how bad would it be , ⠀ to let him know who he was , ⠀ who she was to him , ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀&&⠀ ⠀what had truly happened ? ⠀the question lingered in her mind , ⠀ too tempted to let it roll off her tongue , ⠀ help him remember⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀&&⠀ ⠀taking him back home ⠀ ― ⠀ with her , ⠀ to his family who thought he was no longer alive . the queen had assumed , ⠀ however , ⠀ perhaps a small push was what he would need , ⠀ or some sort of . . . stimulation for his head to start conjuring up memories that’d help him recover , ⠀ help him remember . nonetheless , ⠀ what if he did not want to go back with her , ⠀ if he happened to regain some of those memories ? ⠀surely , ⠀ the queen wouldn’t be able to bear with that pain .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❛ ⠀ ⠀she has . . . ⠀ ⠀❜⠀ ⠀ a short and simple answer that came out almost breathlessly as the image of the smaller dragon’s remains was still fresh in her mind ⠀ ― ⠀ syrax’s wails still echoed in her mind from time to time , ⠀ a shared pain between dragon and rider . the way the boy needed to lean against the dragoness did not go unnoticed by her , ⠀ her heart clenching in her chest and arms reaching out almost as if to hold him herself . nevertheless , ⠀ hands just end up hovering over his shoulders , ⠀ nearly too afraid to touch him ⠀ ― ⠀ it’s too soon , ⠀ she had told herself , ⠀ discomfort would just drive him away . it seemed syrax had sensed the feeling of unwellness washing over him , ⠀ because just as her rider , ⠀ she had turned her head to glance at him with a soft rumble ⠀ ―⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀&&⠀ ⠀at this , ⠀ rhaenyra’s hand runs along golden scales for comfort .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ it's his response , ⠀ the excitement in his words⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀&&⠀ ⠀the sparkle in his eyes that have her lips quirking up into a tender smile⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀&&⠀ ⠀a nod of her head is given .⠀ ⠀ ❛ ⠀ ⠀i do mean it. syrax has taken quite a liking to you as i said , ⠀ she’ll certainly let you on her saddle someday . ⠀ ⠀❜⠀ ⠀ just like in the past , ⠀ when he was a small boy⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀&&⠀ ⠀she had strapped him in on the saddle . rhaenyra still remembers the look on his face as they took off , ⠀ the breeze hitting their face , ⠀ their shared laughter⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀&&⠀ ⠀the eagerness to climb on the she-dragon again just right after landing . the expression on her face shifts momentarily , ⠀ from that happiness that bubbled in her chest to almost realization . he did not remember much ,⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀&&⠀ ⠀yet , ⠀ what were the odds of him knowing of his home ?⠀ ⠀ ❛ ⠀ ⠀do you know of . . . dragonstone ? ⠀have you heard of it ? ⠀you’d like to see the dragons freely flying above the island . ⠀ ⠀❜⠀ ⠀

luceryse

it was a mercy that luke didn't remember everything that had transpired. arrax had been an extension of himself, and losing him had wounded luke greatly. even now in his addled state he was aware of a painful longing that he couldn't quite place. he had genuinely loved his dragon, and looked forward to flying atop of him every day. even when they didn't take to the sky he would cozy up to arrax, reading him stories in high-valyrian and recounting his days. luke pauses, fingers coming to rest on golden scales. he had done his best to comfort arrax while tumultuous rain and the threat of vhagar loomed overhead. he could remember that feeling of dread, how arrax had ran toward him in a panic. he wanted to give into that feeling, too. even now when he couldn't understand why the edges of his vision shimmered with tears, he wanted to slump to the floor. it was rhaenyra that brought him back into the present. blinking away tears he looks up at the queen, uncertain of the deep pit he suddenly felt in his stomach. just the sight of rhaenyra was like a warm balm to his aching heart. after a moment of silence, and after rummaging through what little he did remember, dragonstone didn't ring a bell. "no. never heard of it." he says, taking a step back so he can rub at his eyes. a place where dragons flew overhead did sound beautiful. everybody he loved was there waiting for him, comforted and relieved that lucerys was alive and slightly well. "...I would like to go there, I think." his voice is soft and timid, betrayed by the sudden spark of curiosity in his eyes. something was waiting for him at dragonstone. he could feel it. whatever that something was gnawed at him, clawing at the inside of his chest. even if he couldn't remember its name, dragonstone felt like it should have been important to the prince.