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private , mutuals only && highly selective DAEMON TARGARYEN from hbos HOUSE OF THE DRAGON . penned by meghan , she / her , straight , 25 && irish contains dark , triggering , nsfw themes . established , 2023 .
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' There had always been fire in his veins , and that same fire had been dripped into his own childrens, little spits of his own fire weaved into their very being . it was -- true his daughters had inherited their mothers strength along with a numerous other virtues as to why he was contented in braavos , yet that fire had burned out in ' laena long ago .
' his eyes remained locked on the fire , perhaps he had found a sort of peace in being here , at dragonstone ? the keep was full of old cunts who worried more - about the colour of their tunics than the more important things in life , they thought themselves their equals - no one was equal to them , they were dragons .
' yet as the door opened , he heard one clear their throat and his eyes rolled over to the figure that stood there , instantly a smile pulled upon his lips . baela , her fire - was burning strong it seemed , how was it she was able to come here undetected it ? it seemed she had inherited much from himself , a thought that sent ' pride swelling through him that was only strengthened to hear their mother tongue slip from her lips freely , head straightening as his hand came to rest upon the - wooden arm of the chair " pōnta gōntan daor urnēptre nyke ao arriving , konir sagon syt sure . " ( they did not show me you arriving , that is for sure )
' laena , she was laena . to look upon baela was to look upon her mother , a thought that brought memories swarming into his head , bittersweet reminisces of - the past " ziry vestragon iksā olvie hae nyke isse se ñuhoso hen issare undetected , yet aōha muña gōntan emagon iā rebellious paktot hen zirȳla tolī. iā ' mixture hen īlva both , zirȳla goodness hae sȳrī . " ( it seems you are much like me in the way of being undetected , yet your mother did have a rebellious side of her - too . a mixture of us both , her goodness as well . )
' finally , he stood . for so long they had been parted and for that he felt a slight guilt , he was her father - he should have been with her through her grief , - he should have comforted her when she needed it . yet he was not one that was overly acquainted with affection , yet he opened his arms , beckoning her to come " ' " eman missed ao , zaldrītsos . " ( i have missed you , little dragon . )
They had always called her wild. She would grow restless doing the same thing each day. It was why when she was growing up, she had dressed as a young boy and gone to wrestle with the squires. Besting them every time. That's when she insisted on training to prepare her for any challenge. Some claimed she was too much like the Rouge Prince himself.
Still, Baela had been born small and sickly, along with her sister. Still, she could remember fighting each and every day. The life that they had in Free City wasn't a bad one, but it left little excitement. Her mother longed for Driftmark, and Baela longed to see everything she could. Even if she had to do it herself. Her father had been content there.
Dragons were to fly. To see the world, and that's what was meant for them. Or so Baela thought.
❝Ziry vestragon bona kostan sesīr jikagon unseen ondoso perzyssy.❞ It seems that I can even go unseen by flames. Baela slightly boosted. Pride swelled in her chest at realizing how she had managed to get to this point. Even if she took just a little longer to navigate the castle. Yet, she was happy to be here and standing before him. It felt like it had been years since she last saw him.
Baela had often wondered if she had been her grandmother's ward to soothe the pain of losing her mother. Yet, she thought it also took the pain away from her father from seeing Laena's face again. He wouldn't have to feel what he did that night long ago. She worried that she was a ghost to both of them. Every day, someone would tell her that she was the mirror image of her mother, and for some time, she refused to look at herself. ❝Ao se muña taught nyke valuable lessons. Iksan thankful syt zirȳ se jaelagon naejot mazverdagon ao se muña proud❞ You and mother taught me valuable lessons. I'm thankful for them and wish to make you and mother proud. Baela had to keep her smile from faltering at the mention of her mother. It still stuck, and she couldn't help it at times. One day she would want to hear the stories of her mother having such a rebellious side, but they could wait. Now, she wanted to spend time with her father.
Grief was fickle, and she had thought she had somehow worked past it. Yet, there were days when she felt it had just happened, not those years ago. Those were the days she wanted to seek him out; perhaps that was why she had come here today. Forgetting all the lessons of how to be a proper lady, she dropped her guard, hearing the familiar nickname, and went straight into his arms. Hugging his middle tightly. ❝Nyke missed ao tolī, kepa.❞ I missed you too, father.
She was as wild as free as her father, yet as strong willed and spirited as her mother. Baela was the best of both of them, she was everything that daemon had dreamed off in an heir - even if in the form of the opposite sex.
Burning lilac embers watched her, dancing under the flames that burned bright beside him, the corner of his lip twitching as a smile threatened to break through on his features. To hear her speaking their mother tongue was a delight, it made pride flow through him and fill his veins " Iā skill istin gūrēñagon hen ao " ( a skill I must learn from you ) daemon admitted, for a daughter to teach her father - just as he would have taught her.
Did it pain him to see her? No. It was much the opposite. To see Baela was to see Laena, despite it bringing forth bittersweet memories - it was a comfort. Did he grieve for his wife? Of course he did. He loved her, despite the rumors, despite marrying so soon after her death - he loved Laena. It was the only time he felt that underlying calmness, when there was no stress of court life, no war to be waged. Exhaling deeply, did her words twinge at those almost non existent heart strings? Yes "Ao already gaomagon, zaldrītsos." ( you already do, little dragon.) He knew Laena would be proud of both girls in how they dealt with their grief and sorrow.
Grief either made a man or broke them into a million pieces. He had saw what grief done, his brother succumbed to his and married a fucking brat of a girl who know caused havoc within the realm. He couldn't be that man, he would never be the man to fall victim to the sharp claws of grief. As Baela came into his arms, he wrapped them around her, holding her close. For a moment he felt a strange sense of familiarity, a sense of happiness and home "You must tell me all that you have done, little dragon. I do hope my dear cousin has taught you well?"
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' how dreadful this day was , how boring to sit upon council meetings and have to listen to fat fucking cunt lords express their minds so freely , did they truly think. -- they were their equals ? if they did , they were wrong . they had no equals , they were the blood of the dragons && those lords should be reminded of such ― if ' he had his way he would happily show them , he would happily cut their loose -- tongues from their useless mouths .
' his brother was too docile , to eager for peace , eager enough that he allowed himself to be talked to as if he was a mere hound . such horrible little creatures they -- were , fucking fools . he walked through the streets of flea bottom , a place where he felt he could express his true self , be the rogue he was ever ' destined to be . yet his eye caught a sight && at it , a high pitched short laugh escaped him , was it the time of year where people dressed up ? yet he saw no mask -- upon the man , approaching slowly his eyes took interest in those rather pointed ears " those cannot be real . " perhaps an experiment gone wrong ? a grin pulled - upon his features " you look like something out of the stories my mother used to read to me at night , i am almost tempted to cut them off and keep them in a jar . "
This place was horrid, every last bit of it. For as many men as he’d met within the bounds of his own lands, he’d never met any with the gall nor the hate to try and bind him. Perhaps one should call him a teacher for how well he’d taught them: the grizzly scene left behind one of molten metal and charred remains. He was no play thing. Their faces marked by the permanent scar of his hand— they’d die without names, unrecognizable, just as such scum deserved. But such a fight left him without means of protection. His body failing him as the over exertion took its toll.
When he awoke again he was in another place, perhaps even worse. Dirty and confined. His hand was still bloody. Apparently whomever had dragged him here had nothing but fine intentions— they were fools. His fingers twisted around the metal bar, the slowly building hate casing it to warp and snap once he pulled it back. And so he again was left to wander. Dirty and bloody and weak. With any hope he could escape whatever labyrinthian hell hole he’d stumbled into. Electric blue met violet, that disgusting smirk only further soured the Noldo’s mood, sneering down at the man,
“Oh, do you want to try? I’ll add you to the other nameless corpses that wanted to as well.”
Bold words considering he still felt unsteady on his feet. And yet, his temper and attitude still flared with the loud ‘tch’ as he pushed past the stranger,
“The fucking lot of you should learn to keep your disgusting hands to you and yours.”
' how this was interesting . it was not often another challenged him , was he challenging him ? oh why , of course he was . a grin spread across his features , -- amusement dancing within his lilac eyes . such feistiness , perhaps he should tie this fellow to himself and have him by his side for such entertainment daily ? ' an interesting thought .
' " am i supposed to feel in a sense , intimidated by your words ? such a pity for you that i don't . " yet once he pushed past him , daemon turned upon his feet -- quickly , hand resting upon the hilt of dark sister " disgusting ? lecherous cunt , i find my hands are rather clean , perhaps not for long since it will most likely be ' your blood that stains it , a shame really , i quite liked this tunic . " brow raising slowly , he watched as this rather , unsteady ? , man tried to make his way through -- the crowd in front " running away so soon ? how brave of you . "
His tongue got him into more trouble than it got him out of it— that wasn’t new, but why was he always meant to play nice when others didn’t? Truthfully, there’d been an idle hope that the people would scatter; his appearance alone often catered to his needs, but it seemed the people here weren’t so easily knocked away. It was unsettling. He towered above them so and yet they swarmed him like pests. To continue fighting would cause more harm to himself than them, but what else was he to do?
Low laughter, tired and hollow, as he glanced back at this stranger.
“It takes a cunt to know a cunt, boy.”
Blue eye focused on the hilt of the blade, his ears flicked back as his stance tightened. That slow, building sneer as he showed off his teeth. Something in him writhed— this was as poor an idea as they came, but his ego flared farther than his mind. He was a son of fire, a King in his own right: to be made a mockery of by the weak and cruel was insulting beyond words.
“Oh such a pity. If you’re so enamored by blood then you’d best learn to revel in it. Besides, how brave of you to fight a weaponless man with a blade. Though perhaps I should, I’ve never had a man ask so sweetly to be charred.”
The fingers on his hand curled, nails pressing into the meat of his palm before uncurling again. Jaw shifting slightly— he wouldn’t turn his back on an armed man.
' he was often never swayed by others word , mild offences in his mind . yet he did choose more times than often to act upon his own words , it was often the question in his mind ; would he do something heroic or savage ? perhaps savage , he loved chaos - craved it . he would not easily bow down or back away from this , man ? , who stood before him . no , he liked the challenge . a short high pitched left escaped him , it seemed as if this one was rather up to the challenge as well .
" boy ? such an interesting insight given that you, like a craven, back down from a fight . " brow lifting ever so slightly, it seemed that dark sister would indeed be singing this day, how she craved that sweet glide of fresh blood trickling down her silver. as the other showed his teeth, it only pulled amusement from the prince " and now you growl like a dog, will you bark as well ? be a good boy, sit . "
oh yes, he was without a blade himself. humming slightly, he gave a nod of his head " that would be most dishonourable of me. " feigned concern, amusement glimmering in lilac eyes " yet, the last i checked, i was not praised for my honour - the rogue prince they call me. yet, to be charred? ah yes, if you wish to fight with fire, i would most happily summon my mount, caraxes is not a beast to be trifled with, mine is the blood of the dragon, fire is one thing i do not fear."
' he was often never swayed by others word , mild offences in his mind . yet he did choose more times than often to act upon his own words , it was often the question in his mind ; would he do something heroic or savage ? perhaps savage , he loved chaos - craved it . he would not easily bow down or back away from this , man ? , who stood before him . no , he liked the challenge . a short high pitched left escaped him , it seemed as if this one was rather up to the challenge as well .
" boy ? such an interesting insight given that you, like a craven, back down from a fight . " brow lifting ever so slightly, it seemed that dark sister would indeed be singing this day, how she craved that sweet glide of fresh blood trickling down her silver. as the other showed his teeth, it only pulled amusement from the prince " and now you growl like a dog, will you bark as well ? be a good boy, sit . "
oh yes, he was without a blade himself. humming slightly, he gave a nod of his head " that would be most dishonourable of me. " feigned concern, amusement glimmering in lilac eyes " yet, the last i checked, i was not praised for my honour - the rogue prince they call me. yet, to be charred? ah yes, if you wish to fight with fire, i would most happily summon my mount, caraxes is not a beast to be trifled with, mine is the blood of the dragon, fire is one thing i do not fear."
Sorry guys I’ll get to replies tomorrow or so, just having a really shitty day and my mental health isn’t the best at the minute
Thank youssss
Sorry guys I’ll get to replies tomorrow or so, just having a really shitty day and my mental health isn’t the best at the minute
Thank youssss
like this post & I will fire up a starter , or most likely pop up in instant messenger to discuss a plot ! :)
' he would always protect her , they were family - it was what they were supposed to do . dragons , they were supposed to stand together , they were supposed to guard their own . since when had it come to this ? to be scattered , family against family . he remembered the time when aemma died , how he saw his brother so wrapped in his own grief he bypassed his daughters , when it was daemons time to stand up , to be the person she needed - to be the shoulder she needed to cry upon . yet viserys was looking the other way again , bypassed by his own wish for peace that he closed his eyes to his daughters suffering once more, and at the hands of that cunt wife of his .
' " peace does not last , i hope it does , but it does not . " nothing lasted forever , peace being one of them . once his brother passed , he knew that there would be a split within the realm , otto would no doubt push for the hightower boys to be seated within the hands of power so he might wield his own . yet for now , dragonstone would be that place of peace , where the poison of the red keep would not penetrate that peace . he had no care for those around them , he wanted his words to be heard , wanted those fucking cunts to hear his words of displeasure - for too long he had been silence , he had been gone for too long and now the power fell freely into their hands .
' he was always denied , never allowed to have what he truly wanted . denied the position of hand , an insult to him at the highest extent . yet in rhaenyra she saw himself , he saw that fire that burned bright within her , one that mirrored his own - they were two sides of the same coin . brow raising , his gaze turning to her. to be her husband ? in the tradition of their house . would he be her champion ? of course she saw the benefit of having him as her husband , of the protection he would bring and eventually the guide she would need when her time came to ruling the kingdoms " as your husband . " giving a nod of his head , running his tongue along his bottom lip " and to be parted from you would be a sad tale , really . we will be wed , and as you said , in the tradition of our house . "
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' There had always been fire in his veins , and that same fire had been dripped into his own childrens, little spits of his own fire weaved into their very being . it was -- true his daughters had inherited their mothers strength along with a numerous other virtues as to why he was contented in braavos , yet that fire had burned out in ' laena long ago .
' his eyes remained locked on the fire , perhaps he had found a sort of peace in being here , at dragonstone ? the keep was full of old cunts who worried more - about the colour of their tunics than the more important things in life , they thought themselves their equals - no one was equal to them , they were dragons .
' yet as the door opened , he heard one clear their throat and his eyes rolled over to the figure that stood there , instantly a smile pulled upon his lips . baela , her fire - was burning strong it seemed , how was it she was able to come here undetected it ? it seemed she had inherited much from himself , a thought that sent ' pride swelling through him that was only strengthened to hear their mother tongue slip from her lips freely , head straightening as his hand came to rest upon the - wooden arm of the chair " pōnta gōntan daor urnēptre nyke ao arriving , konir sagon syt sure . " ( they did not show me you arriving , that is for sure )
' laena , she was laena . to look upon baela was to look upon her mother , a thought that brought memories swarming into his head , bittersweet reminisces of - the past " ziry vestragon iksā olvie hae nyke isse se ñuhoso hen issare undetected , yet aōha muña gōntan emagon iā rebellious paktot hen zirȳla tolī. iā ' mixture hen īlva both , zirȳla goodness hae sȳrī . " ( it seems you are much like me in the way of being undetected , yet your mother did have a rebellious side of her - too . a mixture of us both , her goodness as well . )
' finally , he stood . for so long they had been parted and for that he felt a slight guilt , he was her father - he should have been with her through her grief , - he should have comforted her when she needed it . yet he was not one that was overly acquainted with affection , yet he opened his arms , beckoning her to come " ' " eman missed ao , zaldrītsos . " ( i have missed you , little dragon . )
' he almost laughed at her feral display , it seemed caraxes had stiff competition in his wife when it came to displaying ones ferocious side " you are like a rabid dog in -- heat , bark . it might entertain me . " amusement lingering in his words , yet such did not reach his eyes . as his hands lowered , he saw , was that surprise or shock ? ' one could hardly fathom .
' yet as she spoke he sighed heavily , a young hatchling given in marriage before he barely figured out how to swarm down from his own nest . was it the -- marriage in general he detested ? no , it was the knowledge that he had no choice in the matter , and the fact they both acted like raging cunts throughout those ' days that should have been honeymoon bliss , instead it was insults after insults , and he would never deny that it was mostly done in his behalf , he was -- always the one to rile the other - but that was how he came to know someone , how could you truly tell a persons true self without seeing their anger ? their disgust ? ' the words they wished to say but had no voice to do so , oh but his lady wife had a voice , one she used quite often " that is a shame , you would have only got burnt . "
' a brief roll of his eyes , an irritated sigh , he turned away from her . words he knew , words he often heard whispered about himself , how could words such as hers -- hurt him or even sway him when he owned them ? he knew what he was " i am the very bane of everyones existence , yet you will not see me gone for quite some ' time , i suggest you all get used to it . " going over to the table , picking up the pitcher and goblet , pouring the rich red liquid into the goblet before bringing it to his -- mouth , tasting the bittersweet droplets that would wash away whatever words she threw at him, bringing it away he set the pitcher down .
' whatever songs she thought would be sung about her brave act of defiance , he would pay tenfold for insults to be said instead of praise . he was no mere dog , no -- hound , he was a dragon , he did not bite he breathed fired upon those who opposed him and turned their miserable lives into ashes before their eyes . raising his ' brow , he turned to her , raising his cup towards her , he had no doubt about her strength , for who else would dare come against him in such a way ? no other " -- then i will congratulate you , wife . that through your sorrow filled marriage with me , you have found something all these fucking cunts have been lacking , a ' pair of balls . yours weigh heavy and drop lower than every cunt that sit upon your council . " yet his smile almost faltered , that amused grin almost dropped at -- those words , love . such a fickle emotion " love makes you weak , it makes even the strongest of minds fall under a spell and leaves you open from every angle , ' every position . we were not made for love , you and i . " love was a poison, sent to cripple and to bind , to put invisible chains around ones neck - he had no room for - love .
' and for a moment , he almost felt guilt . after all , he did come into her chambers and practically make her feel so uncomfortable that she had to leave , ' -- a shame really for as soon as that feeling even touched upon his core , it was gone " yes i like the chamber , but fear not . i will not take it . " setting down the ' goblet , he stood straightening his tunic " before it slips my mind , and before i leave , i will be joining the council meeting tomorrow , after all , i am your husband . - it will give my time in exile some...entertainment . "
' it was what they were built upon , broken pieces of each other . together they made one whole piece , the dragon was ever more powerful when all its little -- hatchlings crowded together , acted as one . yet now , his brother had caused a divide , this was the very reason he believed that a dragon should never marry ' outside of its own blood , the late queen aemma was daughter of daella targaryen , the blood of the dragon ran through her veins as she was off their blood , -- yet to contaminate their valyrian bloodline and mingle it with those cunts , the filth that was those hightowers was unforgivable .
' to this his brow raised , where was viserys when his daughter suffered so ? he remembered his brother to be fiercely protective of her , how the old dragon -- roared to protect its young . it seems that old dragon was slumbering " now you will have someone to stand in front of you and shield you from her ways . " ' he would cut out every single last one of their tongues , yet dark sister was made for much nobler tasks than to be contaminated with the blood of such filth , and yet she still had a thirst for blood .
' watching her , he could have sighed - he would have , but what point would it prove ? instead he looked away , he could have and most likely was the blame for -- much more than he would have believed , yet what good would it do to sit and list all your faults in life ? none " Nyke eptan syt aōha ondos isse dīnilūks , ziry ' denied nyke . " ( I asked for your hand in marriage , he denied me. ) as always , he was denied what he wanted and yet when she crossed her arms over her chest , his -- eyes directed towards her , an almost smile pulling upon his lips as he was faced with that look of defiance that was often in the spirited young woman he had left all ' those years ago . yet he knew the answer was not to kill , no . yet would it not come to that in time ? to kill or to be killed " criticise ? my concern is mislabelled , -- misread . i did not come here to insult , we both know if i wished to do that i would have been more clearer in doing so . you and your boys will need someone to ' protect you , your husband is fickle cunt and can barely protect a flagon of ale , he is more a problem than a solution , a hindrance . no , you are no longer alone , i am here . "
lmaoooo another busy day, I swear my legs feel like match sticks
i was supposed to get replies done on both here and on @rogueprincc
but i have spent my night making homemade jam, peeled tomatoes & chutneys
help
Okay iv such a head ache after experiencing this but please
If you’re oc character or any character you are bringing into the house of the dragon & asoif universe goes against lore and complete canon
Please, just please leave me out of it
I am really not here for having to explain how this completely changed the dynamic of the lore & and the actual characters within it
