a whole bunch of gazan mutual aid projects and nonprofits. if the decision of which individual fundraiser to give to feels too daunting, or if you just want to help as many people as possible in one go, these are great initiatives to support.
care for gaza - focuses on providing food and essential supplies. donate here or here.
connecting humanity - securing internet access via donations of virtual sim cards (esims). if you can't afford a whole plan yourself, crips for esims is a communal pool that will use your donation to purchase and maintain esims
gaza soup kitchen - provides food, medical care, and classes for children. also has a gofundme
glia gaza medical support initiative - provides medical care through field clinics and tents at hospitals. donations can also be sent through their website.
ele elna elak - provides clean water, food, clothing, and shelter. they also have a gofundme
life for gaza - raising money for the gaza municipality to repair water and waste management infrastructure
taawon - partners with local civil organizations to provide food, water, medical care, shelter, and basic supplies
the sameer project - running various initiatives providing tents, medical care, and necessities. they have their own encampment project focused on sheltering families with children, sick and disabled members, or members in need of perinatal care
islamic relief worldwide's gaza emergency appeal - provides food, water, hygiene kits, medical supplies, and psychological support
baitulmaal - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, shelter, and medical supplies
gaza mutual aid fund - distributes food, hygiene products, water, and other essential supplies, including financial support. run by @/el-shab-hussein's amazing friend Mona. updates can be found on her instagram.
hygiene kits for gaza - provides hygiene supplies including menstrual products, wipes, and toothbrushes/toothpaste
anera - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, hygiene supplies, medicine, blankets and mattresses, and psychological care
palestine children's relief fund - provides supplies and support with a focus on children. also has an initiative for lebanon
dahnoun mutual aid - provides water, food, tents, baby supplies, financial support, and other necessities. updates can be found through their instagram
certainly this is not an exhaustive list, so please feel free to add on other projects or organizations that i didn't include. and as always, please take the time to donate if you can and share. it truly makes all the difference.
You know that one part of the Toph and Aang training montage where Toph tries to teach Aang how to stab into rock with his fingertips? This is based on an actual technique for strengthening your “spear hand” jab in martial arts. You fill a bucket with pebbles or uncooked rice and continuously stab through it with your fingers. The idea is to strengthen your hands by creating microscopic fractures in the bones that will heal up and allow your fingers to become denser and sturdier. Since Toph is a hard-nosed Earthbending teacher, she makes Aang do these exercises on solid rock.
If you want to see a demonstration of this training method, click here. If you want to see Toph’s version, click here.
Learning about this exercise got me thinking about how Avatars typically struggle with the element opposite to the one they grew up in. A lot of it relates to the differing mentalities behind each bending art, but I also think it might be a physiological challenge as well. Toph grew up Earthbending so her build is literally thicker and denser than Aang’s build. She’s strong, but probably not very flexible or agile. Aang is Mr. Twinkletoes so he starts off as all grace and no force. Compare the difference in body type on their character models:
Going from air to earth is probably a bit like going from gymnastics to power lifting. It also makes me wonder if part of being the Avatar means never being the best bender in one element. You can’t optimize your body for one specific style when you’re expected to master four very different ways of fighting.
Like what I’m doing? Tips always appreciated, never expected. ^_^
Please help a stan out: where have you found so much of Tenoch's work? Because I am struggling! TY.
OMG, YES!!! I love pointing fellow stans in the direction of content. I want to give you my complete list broken out by where the movie/show/etc. can be found. I'll need until tomorrow to pull stuff together so hope that's ok. 😊
As requested, here is a listing of where I’ve been able to watch Tenoch’s works, in no particular order. My access is US-based and may not be accessible in other countries. A good number of these, particularly on Latin-based streaming services, don’t have English subtitles. My (unrealistic) goal is to see ALL of his credits listed on IMDb, but that’s my slight OCD kicking in. The film, “SEMANA SANTA,” is the one I’m truly jonesin to see, so if anyone knows of a way to catch that one, you’ll have a friend for life! Titles in red with an asterisk (*) are my recommendations. I bought, "VIVE POR MI," on DVD which is one I also recommend.
NETFLIX
*Narcos: Mexico – Tenoch is only in Season 1 as a regular and has two brief cameo appearances in Season 2 (episodes 4 & 9).
*Güeros – My absolute favorite Tenoch performance. Offbeat, witty, and pitching the typical narrative structure of movie making out the window, this film had me locked in from start to finish.
*The Motive – Tenoch's character was introduced pretty far into the story. Solid story with an interesting twist at the end.
Dark Forces
El Silencia es Bienvenido
AMAZON PRIME VIDEO
*Blue Demon (Included with Prime membership) – Sixty-five episodes and Tenoch is in every single one! This is an ensemble production and although Tenoch plays the title character, there are multiple storylines happening in each episode. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE how he and his leading lady play off of one another. It is hands down my favorite romantic pairing.
*El Mas Buscado, aka Mexican Gangster (Included with additional subscription to FlixLatino) – OMG!! This film is the PERFECT example of Ryan Coogler’s statement about Tenoch having “rich eyes” and being a “chameleon.” His facial expressions and delivery in this are amazing. Master class level.
*Madres (Inlcuded with Prime membership)– Awww…Beto is the hubby of my dreams. Some scary/creepy content, but nowhere near as graphic as other films from Blumhouse Productions.
*Los Aparicio (Available for rent/purchase only) – Recommending this one based on Tenoch’s hotness level. Let’s just say if he were a chili pepper, he’d be a Carolina Reaper. The storyline isn’t horrible, but nothing extraordinary either. My man dodged a bullet in this one (I will say no more to avoid spoilers!)
*Mozart In the Jungle (Included with Prime membership)– Manu, Manu, Manu!! Tenoch only appears in 2 episodes. Season 2 episode 5 is a MUST see. He’s only in Season 3 episode 8 briefly, but still manages to steal the only scene in which he appears.
Get The Gringo (Included with Prime membership)
Camino aka Hunted (Included with Prime membership)
Ciudadano Buelna (Inlcuded with additional subscription to FlixLatino)
Casi Divas (Included with additional subscription to Pantaya)
The Load (Available for rent/purchase only) – On my list, but I haven’t seen this one yet; can’t say if I’d recommend or not.
Chicogrande (Inlcuded with additional subscription to FlixLatino) – On my list, but I haven’t seen this one yet; can’t say if I’d recommend or not.
HBO MAX
*Son of Monarchs – Oh my! This one holds a special place in my heart. And Tenoch as a scientist is sexy as HELL. His understated, cerebral performance is just…mwah!
*The Forever Purge – I’m suggesting solely because Tenoch is part of the cast. He has significant screen time, and his performance is more than worth the investment of a couple of hours. I’m just not a fan of the franchise. Not my cup of tea, but not hating on anyone who might enjoy it. Movies should be made for ALL tastes. 😉
Capadocia – Tenoch appears in Season 1, episode 3 & 7.
VUDU
(all for purchase only)
*Deficit – This is probably the most difficult Tenoch movie for me to watch. And precisely why I think it should be mandatory viewing. I saw it before reading the opening pages of his book. And I can say that after reading those passages, it was even MORE difficult to watch. It almost seems autobiographical in nature given some of what Tenoch has shared about living as a dark brown man in Mexico. Your heart will break and you’ll want to slap a bitch (or three), but hopefully we all come out the other side of viewing this with greater insight.
*Tigers Are Not Afraid – Tenoch’s screen time is very minimal, but this film is SO amazing. The kids in this one just blew me away, and I typically don’t watch movies where children are the main focus. (EDIT: Now also available with AMC+ subscription. Thanks for the heads up @brujxrio!)
*Sin Nombre – Even with Tenoch’s face completely obscured by tatoos, I couldn’t look away. He always manages to give us something different with every performance.
The 33 – Too many of the casting choices in this one were inexcusable. I will leave it at that.
Escobar: Paradise Lost
APPLE TV
(all for purchase only)
*Nesio – WOW! Tenoch was soooo young
Sleep Dealer
TUBI
(free, but these titles, except, "Colosio," can be purchased at the platforms above if you don’t want to deal with commercials, like me)
*Days of Grace – Whew! Talk about a layered character that goes through a major transformation. I see why Tenoch said he truly felt like an actor after this project. He does not get nearly enough accolades for his sheer talent as an actor. Thank you, papa Huerta for pushing your son into taking that acting workshop.
*Bel Canto – The overall movie was just “meh” for me, but Tenoch as a professor turned freedom fighter is a must see. His presence is commanding, and he just has the bearing of a leader who is steadfast in his principles, even without saying a word. He gave a speech towards the end that was subdued in delivery, but powerful enough to smack you in the face.
*Nomads – I liked this more than I expected. This isn’t heavily plot driven per se, but it attempts to tell a story through everyday interactions. It’s a quiet movie that does a decent job of showing how the lives of people with varying backgrounds intersect. It’s about human connection and all that stuff. Tenoch is cute as a button. Just watch it.
*Stand Clear of The Closing Doors – Tenoch shows up pretty much at the end of the film, but this story is soooo good. This one got me in my feels. In typical Tenoch fashion, he absolutely maximizes his limited time on screen and leaves an impression. There is a scene between him and his wife that is one of the MOST tender and beautiful interactions I’ve seen between a couple—despite their circumstances.
Colosio, El Asesinato – This one is actually found on Vix or Canela.tv streaming services but it seemed silly to start a whole category for just one entry. Although it doesn’t rise to the status of a recommendation, Tenoch is wearing glasses and his hair is slicked down like it’s class picture day Basically a hot nerd who could still get it. For that alone it’s worth a looksee even if you just fast forward to his parts.
VIMEO
*Malamados de Pedro Ramirez – Full length feature film. This has the look and feel of a student film. Low production value and pretty rough all around. But recommending because it’s his second oldest credit on IMDb—and he’s adorable. I feel like I've said that before.
*La Banqueta – Short Film
*Mercy – Short Film
*De Tierra (Out of Earth) – Short Film
*Rebirth. The Mexican Film Industry – Short Film
*¿Como Has Estado? – Short Film
YOUTUBE
*Colorformo – TV Miniseries – There are a couple of playlists on the site for this show, but not sure if either are complete. I’ve seen clips that are from the show that I don’t recall seeing in the actual episodes I watched. (EDIT: There are two playlists and the one posted by "OficialChubbyBunny" appears to be the most complete. The other playlist doesn't include the first episode.)
*Exiliados de James Joyce - Stage Play
*Café Paraiso – Short Film
*Penumbra – Short Film
Cristeros y Federales – Short Film
*Poder Prieto by Jere Caelum – Music Video
*Se Me Va A Quemar El Corazon by Mon Laferte – Music Video
*Nunca Es Suficiente by Natalia Lafourcade – Music Video
part three of the prūmia va perzys (heart on fire) series
part one: don't you love me? - part two: and what of your love?
themes: angst, smut, mention of violence, language, dragonrider!reader (her house is not stated)
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Aemond makes a decision about his impending marriage to Alys Rivers, and it's not without its consequences.
You wake slowly, drifting peacefully into consciousness, the haze of dawn pouring into the room, your lover still asleep beside you.
Aemond. He is on his side, one arm slung over you, keeping you close. His face gently rests on your shoulder, and his lips are parted in slumber.
Those perfect lips that traced every contour of your body last night.
Seven hells, I love you.
Careful not to wake him, you let your fingers drift on the side of his face, lightly touching in reverence. His sapphire eye gleams up at you, more beautiful than any of the stars in the heavens.
You can't recall for certain what your favourite color was before seeing it, but now and always, it will remain the same deep, endless blue.
Then, he smirks.
The bastard is awake. "Why have you stopped, my love? Don't mind me, just keep on."
He brings his hand to yours, the one resting on his face, and nudges it to continue its movement.
You smile, "Good morning, you menace."
"I love you too." He whispers, leaning on his arm and hovering over you, “I’ve decided that we could just stay here for the rest of our days. Easily sustain ourselves by putting our field to good use, and we'll go riding on dragonback together, seeing the world, even beyond the Seven Kingdoms."
The image he conjured up was beautiful, but it also elicited a deep kind of pain unlike anything you've ever felt. He was describing a dream. And, reality is often not conducive to dreams.
"Hmm," your voice comes out weak, "that sounds like a good idea, Aemond."
He immediately knows exactly how you're feeling, and how much torment the idea brings. All at once, he feels hate. For everyone. For himself. For his family, the Greens, the Blacks. Why did everything have to be so fucked? Why does he have to be the way that he is? Why can't the two of you just be happy?
It feels like a ceaseless cruel joke that he's been dealt with. He wants to give you everything, but by simply being who he is, he can't.
"We can venture out into the Free Cities this instant." He positions himself above you, forearms framing your face.
"When do we leave?" You whisper in return.
"Hmm," he kisses you, and you think of how there's no better way to wake up than this, "shortly after."
"After, my love?" You ask, but you can already feel him, pressed against your stomach, preparing to anchor himself into your flesh.
"Mhmm," he begins peppering your body with kisses, from your neck to the flesh between your thighs, hands eagerly exploring where they please. His fingers travel downward, and start to glide against your folds. Smooth circular movements that ignite the fire. He lifts himself and kneads his cock with the wetness of your core, priming you for entry.
His hands finds yours, steady on either side of your head.
"Look at me." He commands.
So you do. And, slowly, then all at once, he enters you.
You moan in unison, grinding against each other. And the entire time, he holds your gaze. The way your name keeps spilling from lips - like in prayer, like a spell being cast - sounds nothing short of maddening.
Aemond fucks you desperately, making a wild mess out of you. Hoping that perhaps, if he does it hard enough, then maybe the both of you can forget about everything. And moments later, as he drives you to see stars, you think of how it all feels like a dream.
You realize that dreams are real. They're the way his skin feels against yours, how the words 'I love you' sound from his lips, the tranquility that simply being with him allows.
If being with Aemond was your reality, then reality just might be a dream, after all.
But then again, dreams are typically shattered upon waking.
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Putting on your black riding boots, the last piece of clothing still left on the floor, you start to feel a sense of dread. Aemond has dressed prior and is leaning casually by the wall, watching you with his signature smirk. Just a minute ago, he had quipped about being disappointed that you were getting dressed, your "goddess-like" body being shielded from his view.
But what's going to happen afterward?
"Aemond." You look up at him, trying to send a message with just a look.
"Yes, we can just stay here, my love." He smoothly says, not missing a beat.
You're not having it anymore. "What about your marriage?"
"Don't." His entire demeanor changes, losing all his sly playfulness.
"What about Alys Rivers?"
"She does not matter."
"She is your betrothed. She should matter." You stand, arms crossed, trying to catch his eyes, but he is adamant in looking away.
"My love," he moans in exasperation. He doesn't want to reveal the true reason of why he chose Alys Rivers. More than a whim, as he wants to make himself believe. More than how amusing and strange she might be. More than how she defies nearly all the standards warranted of a royal consort for someone of his status.
"Prince Aemond's Alys," as she likes to call herself, was more than just a Strong bastard. She was a Strong bastard witch.
Aemond has only read about the religion of R'hollor in ancient texts, never seeing any proof with his own eyes, until Alys.
She knew things. She could see things. She promised Aemond that she can all but guarantee victory for the Greens, more especially for Aemond, if he just gives himself to her.
He thought, if marriage with you was not possible, then why not choose a marriage that would actually prove to be beneficial. A marriage that would give him power.
When he made his decision, he allowed himself to close his heart to you, even just for a moment. His anger won over - how you abandoned him, how you did not endeavour to see him or speak to him. He thought if he was not going to marry his love, then what better than a fucking witch.
"It's not that simple," is all that comes out of him.
"It is," you raise your voice, "don't marry her because you love me!"
"She may..." he paces the room slowly, "She may yet be of use to me."
"What the fuck does that mean? Do you care about her?"
"Not in the way that you think."
Frustration bubbles up inside you. Why is he being so cryptic? You sigh, "So tell me then. Make me understand, Aemond."
Aemond doesn't know what to say, without arousing any more of your anger. Should he reveal that Alys may help his side win the war, then that ultimately means that your side will be defeated. Most likely even amassing more casualties. More people whom you care about.
Of course, Aemond would never let anything happen to you. As a matter of fact, he's doing this for you. So this war can finally end, and you can spend the rest of your days together. But that wouldn't matter. You will never be able to see past this. Aemond taking up another lover, simply for the purpose of bringing about the downfall of the Blacks. You would never want to speak to him again. Should you feel compelled to kill him, he wouldn't blame you.
So what the fuck do I do, my love? What can I do, that won't result in losing you? Aemond's torment can be reflected in his expression, in his steely gaze.
"I will not marry her. But, if I am to be honest, she will be still be present, for other reasons." Does that sound neutral enough? No, even that is not enough.
"Is she to be your whore?"
"No." He says firmly, but he's not entirely sure what Alys would want from him, in exchange for her prophecies, for the words she hears from the fire, for the visions presented to her in the smoke and in the storm clouds.
“But?”
“She may stay.”
“And you can’t tell me the true reason why.” You feel everything start to unravel. You and him reunited, and made your desires heard, ending in a clash of love and lust beneath the sheets. A year of longing, desperation, uncertainty, and betrayal – all seemingly resolved, somewhat, in a long night of uninhibited passion. But were you simply pretending not to see? Who he is, and who you are? Can you ever truly see eye to eye, and be together?
Aemond reaches for your hand, and you’re too weak to fend him off, even though your pride screams at you to do so.
“Please understand, my love.” His voice comes out tired. “Alys… she… can see things. She has already been of help to me in a previous battle, and if she continues to help me, I may gain enough of an advantage to finally to put an end to this fucking war, once and for all.”
“You mean…” A name comes to mind, taken from the histories which you pored over so diligently. “she’s a… witch? She has visions? That is all real?”
He nods once, “That’s the only reason why I’m not getting rid of her yet. She will never replace you. To even think such a thing is ludicrous and senseless. She’s merely a tool that I’m using to win this war, so that we may be together…”
“And how will she help you? Perhaps by telling you where Daemon or Rhaenyra might be, and when is the best time to strike, so that you may kill them? What if she says that the next step will be to kill me? What if that will turn the tide to your favour? Aemond…”
“I would never let any harm befall you.” Aemond feels insulted that you would imply such a thing. His impatience grows, and his tone sours, “Don’t you want this to cease? The Blacks will never surrender, even though they should-”
“You mean we should surrender? You would have to take me into account as well. I am part of the Blacks, after all, Aemond.”
He feels you pulling farther and farther away, but he moves closer, his face inches from yours, “You know I’m right. If that traitor Rhaenyra had only accepted the terms that my mother had presented then…”
“If only you had not chased your young nephew Lucerys while riding the world’s largest war-dragon, leading to his demise, then the rightful Queen Rhaenyra might have been more lenient in dealing with you traitors.” The words spill out you, spiteful and unrelenting, not giving any mind to how it might sound.
Clearly, that struck a nerve, and you had meant it to. The tension is overwhelming, as if one of you might draw your sword at any moment.
You wait for him to speak up and defend himself, to finally reveal his anger to you. You lean back on one heel, preparing for the onslaught.
Instead, he grabs your face roughly, and pulls you in for a searing kiss. His tongue invades your mouth, protest dying between your lips. You can’t pull away, you don’t want to. So you grab on to him with the same passion, the same desperation. Your hands unconsciously reach up to entangle in his white-golden hair. You kiss him with rage, you kiss him with love. He uses his mouth to extinguish your frustration, even if only for a moment.
And finally, all too soon, you part.
“Ñuha perzys.” My fire, he whispers against you, like a solemn prayer, “One could say that you are the bane of my existence. And, yet, you are the reason for it, as well.”
“Don’t do it. Don’t meddle with such things. You don’t need her.” You whisper, throat feeling thick with emotion, but you know he has already made up his mind. One thing that made you fall in love with Aemond was his relentlessness, his drive, after all. Though these unavoidably get misguided.
“Do you trust me?” Your face is held tightly in his hands, eyes searching yours.
“No,” you shake your head, barely, “yn, avy jorrāelan.” …but, I love you.
He nods, and as he always does, lovingly connects his forehead to yours.
For now, that is enough.
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The ride back to King’s Landing was a quiet one, Aemond still reeling from the feeling of your skin on his, and the sounds emitted from your lips in the darkest hours of the night. As well as the severity of your words, but your rage only spurred his admiration on.
He had missed you, there was no doubt. He is determined not to be apart from you again, at least not for so long a time.
He has just had audience with his mother, the Lady Alicent, about his intention to put a stop to his wedding to Alys Rivers. This proposal was met with as much enthusiasm as a stern mother would allow, given one who never approved of his betrothed in the first place.
Alicent Hightower sat there, mulling over her more favoured son’s words, wondering what might have led him to making such a rushed decision.
“I realize the impropriety of it all, mother,” he said, not revealing the entirety of his reasoning. “You were right about Alys. She does not hold nearly high enough of a status to be my lady wife.”
“And how did you not come to this conclusion sooner?” Alicent asked gently. Aemond had come into her quarters unannounced, but she has always been glad for his visits. Now, even more so.
“I suppose I was acting out of spite. You’re well aware of what I think of marriage, especially in these times, when protecting our claim to the Iron Throne is most paramount. And, my being wed to a bastard of House Strong will not serve any purpose.” Aemond spat, unable to hide the disgust in his words. That disgust stemmed from Alys not being you, rather than her being a bastard, but Alicent need not know that.
“I shall inform the council of your decision. You must not act hastily again, Aemond. There are heavy costs to be incurred.” Alicent declared.
“Hmm.” Her son agreed.
“What of Lady Rivers? Shall I send for her to be taken away?”
“No, I will deal with her.” Aemond said, and Alicent was not sure what to make of that.
“Will you be keeping her, Aemond?”
Her son said nothing, resolute in staring at the flames dancing in the hearth.
She continues, “There is no need to feel ashamed if you wish to have her as a bedmate, Aemond. You are the prince, so it would be an honour for her to-”
Aemond stood abruptly, halting his mother’s words, who merely looked up at him, waiting.
“I shall take my leave now, mother.”
Alicent rose, taking his hands for a moment, before he walked out swiftly. In the back of her mind, briefly, she had thought of you. In her eyes, you had been the only woman for whom Aemond had expressed any strong affection for. She wondered if you might have influenced his decision now.
But how could you have, if you were lost to him?
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“I no longer wish to be wed to you. I apologize for any inconvenience or displeasure that this may cause, my lady, but I have made up my mind. You know full well that my heart was never truly in this union, and I am convinced that you have the same sentiment.”
Aemond wastes no time in making his intentions known to Alys, whom he called to his chambers after speaking with his mother.
If Alys Rivers is surprised by this declaration, her expression does not betray her. She merely sits across her now former betrothed, taking in his words.
“Aemond…” she opens her mouth to speak, but Aemond merely halts her with a raised hand.
“As for our arrangement… there is no reason for that to cease along with our betrothal. You will continue to be in service to me. You will continue to impart your visions, truthfully, so that I may win this war.”
“With all due respect, my prince Aemond,” The title always sounds lewd coming from her, as if she means to claim him by saying it, “why the fuck should I do that?”
Aemond’s gaze becomes steely and unwavering, meant to dispel any dissent coming from Alys. She may be a witch, but he will never allow her to have any power over him.
“Because, my lady, if not for me, you would have likely been raped and murdered upon our taking of Harrenhal. You owe your life to me, and as it stands, I demand your loyalty.” His voice lowers, as he continues, “Refuse, and I’ll have no further use for you. Although… the Street of Silk customarily remains in need of women of your calibre.”
The final insult hangs in the air, solidifying how Aemond views his former betrothed.
Alys’ demeanor morphs into one of acquiescence. But there was a darkness simmering within. She stands abruptly, ignoring the need to wait for his command, “Will that be all, Aemond?” No longer her Aemond, but he might have never been hers, after all.
She stares at him, one which he does not return. His mind is elsewhere. His mind is on you.
“My prince?” she asks again, frustrated by his callous ignorance of her.
“Hmm.” He wags two fingers, carelessly, in the direction of the door. Leave.
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Alys had been moved from her royal quarters, into one which is smaller, in the lower levels of the palace.
Chin held high, she tried her best to ignore the whispers and penetrating stares of onlookers, as she was escorted through the halls, with her meager possessions in her arms. Word quickly spread of the prince’s decision, and the festivities were immediately put to a halt. Most of the lords and ladies could not hide their satisfaction at the dismissal of the bastard lady, whom they never favoured as their new princess.
Among all the items in her quarters, she had held on to a ornate red box, about the size of her forearm. She did not seem to mind leaving the rest, even if she was given leave to take anything she wished.
It was the miniature red trunk, one which she already had, prior to being taken from Harrenhal, that she chose to take.
As moonlight begins to bleed faintly in her small window, she holds the box open in her lap, facing the humble hearth.
Aemond did not know this, but she knew of you. The Lord of Light had opened her eyes to your existence, to your parasitic intrusion to her relationship with Aemond. The Lord of Light had whispered the truth to her. When he left the feast, some nights before, she had known that it was to see you.
It was only a matter of time, according to her Red God, before she would have to act in order to secure her position. To have a higher power over the realm. To have a permanent stake in Aemond’s heart.
And the time has come. She sees you in the night sky, a triumphant smile on your face, riding on dragonback. Through the flames, through the eyes of the Lord of Light, she sees.
The time has come. And so she begins.
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You prepare to depart Horn Hill, walking towards your dragon, Fyraxes. House Tarly had called for aid, as they had been under siege by the Hightower and Lannister armies, who wanted to claim their land and resources for the Greens.
Instead of sending knights, Jacaerys had proposed coming on dragonback – a better show of force to the surrounding armies, making them measly in comparison. You had eagerly volunteered to join him, and Daemon was also quick to follow, saying, “Any chance to burn those fucking Greens, I’d happily take.”
So the three of you went, and as predicted, the Green armies stood no chance, and House Tarly remains intact and well-defended.
“Well done, Jace, Y/n.” Daemon calls out, preparing to mount his dragon as well.
“Back to Dragonstone, is it, then?” you smile, pleased about today’s small yet significant victory.
“Race you, y/n!” Jace yells, already mounted on Vermax, commanding her to fly.
“Oh no you don’t!” you hurriedly position yourself on Fryraxes, and Daemon merely laughs fondly at the two of you, “Sōvegon, Fyraxes.” Fly.
Fyraxes lifts herself off the ground, the sensation never failing to set your whole being alight. Flying on dragonback has always been as easy as breathing. You needed this. This was a form of escape from all this darkness, a way to be free. You wished you and Aemond could simply fly endlessly, to your heart’s desire.
Suddenly, Fyraxes groans, the sound reverberating throughout her body. She stops about a hundred feet above the ground, faltering, abruptly swaying from one side to the other.
“Y/n! What’s happening?” Daemon yells from Caraxes, flying just above you.
“I don’t know!” you yell back in a panic, and turn to your ailing dragon, “Skoros iksis pirta, Fyraxes? Sōvegon! Dohaeragon nyke!” What is wrong, Fyraxes? Fly! Serve me!
The words barely leave you, when you’re hit with a sudden onslaught of nausea, your vision effectively blurring. As if you’re feeling just what Fyraxes is feeling.
“Y/n!” You hear Daemon scream for you once more, more faintly now, and you can vaguely make out Caraxes flying towards you.
But it is too late. You succumb to the darkness.
And both dragon and her rider hurtle towards the ground.
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