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Arya x Aegon
One of my favourite parts of an Aerya au, which is set after Aryas faceless men training, is when her disguise starts to fall apart the longer she is with people she cares about and you can start to see her real face.
Aegon (clueless): wowww ur eyes sometimes look grey! maybe it’s the change in lighting!!
Arya (panicking): 🎵He KNOWS, he KNOWS and I know he KNOWS🎵.
Aegon x Arya
Since we do not want the ship to die out, we are having a aegonxarya week. Feel free to join.
Each day has four different themes you can choose from. You can do as many as you like.
Monday 23rd - Sunday 29th
Mon 23rd Nov: Camping / Pool party / Picnic / Beach
Tue 24th Nov: Mystery / Detective / Rival gangs / Fraud
Wed 25th Nov: Masquerade ball / The day of the Unmasking / Christmas / New Years Eve
Thur 26th Nov: Harry Potter / Percy Jackson / The hunger games / Avengers
Fri 27th Nov: Bard / Popstar / Musical / Rock Band
Sat 28th Nov: Reality TV/ Movie Star / Casino / Prom
Sun 29th Nov: Animals / Mystical creatures / Pirates / Wild West
In the next few weeks I'll make posts with ideas for each theme just in case you haven't got any.
Gifs, edits, fics, drawings and anything you come up with are all accepted and welcome.
Don't forget to tag #aeryaweek.
If you have any questions feel free to ask either this blog or my second one for all things aegonxarya: aerya2020
She is his Song of Ice and Fire.
February 5 2013.
Little Miss Sunshine, Mommys felt you kicking all day long. Im already amazed by you. I can't wait to see your big (brown) eyes. I say brown because daddy and I both have brown eyes. Either way, youre going to be beautiful. Genetics are a tricky thing. I love you.
Each and every day just a little bit more. Daddy and I talked about marriage today. I told him I wanted to get married. I want us to all have Dye as our last name! I love Russell more than anything, and am so lucky to have him. If things change over the years it will be fun to come back and read these posts. But, i dont plan on things changing. But, things happen unplanned, beautiful things. Like you.
But, never were you a mistake, and I will never say that ever. You're a beautiful blessing, and I love you. And cannot wait to see you. Tiny fingers, and toes.
Mommys such a dork posting on a blog to you. But, its refreshing. I will encourage you to write as I have. It is a really good outlet. I love you baby. And I cannot wait for June. <3
January 13 2013
Aerya, Today you are 19 weeks, and 4 days.
I'm already so excited to meet you. I can't wait to see how beautiful you'll be.
I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Your father is wonderful. He still makes me feel beautiful, even though im 5 months pregnant.
You're going to be the most spoiled little girl in the whole world. <3.
Blísvit n'Arádia , æż im férlig Þonnë ; Blísvit në Kérnunoß , æż im férlig ßonnë . Blísvit në Dænu , æż im férlig monnë . Blísvit n'm Mæorigána , æż im férlig gonnë . Hégøż , im blísvitë , im mærcra da'smána ! Hégøż , ek klártës im mærcra øÞ d'gána . Blísvit-ak n'm Gottaß , ek im fárla treglistána . Hégøż-ak n'm plárkadaß , ek blísvit n'm Hagána . Færlun br'gatasmóndi , tronnë , Ek im onnë , fáíkliż , ána .
The Baneful Diatribe of Aerya
Many a blue moon ago, the world - which was of course of a state much different to that which we now know and vnderstand so well, what with our aduances in Alchemy and otherwise scholarly approaches as toward our perceptions of our surroundings - bore witneß to what has been recognized as the absolutest antithesis to all that which must be necessarily present for one to liue a peaceful, joyous existence. Children of the modern day most surely know of this wretchèd tale; ask any young lad, mussing about in the sand, or certainly any young laß, skipping through the Greeneway, and either could surely render a recognizeable account.
Yea, of course, by now ye most assuredly haue come to realize that I speak only of Ærya. Mighty, beautiful, pristine Ærya, the noblest of Kingdoms, wherein dwelt the wisest of Elues, the most ancient of Drægons, the mightiest of Sorcerers, and all vncountable manner of otherwise fantastical life. Ærya, the birthplace of Magick, fount of the Olde Religion - which a fair count of ye still practice today. Indeed, most anyone of the modern day could well render an account that most would indeed verify as factual.
But I, Magus Fluorspar Malachim Heimdal, of the High Order of Drægons of Ærya, last breathing Sorcerer of the Old Kingdom, and regrettably, last properly ordained Priest of the Lord and Lady of the Greeneway, have come to pen this, the last factual account of Ærya. I can only hope against the embittered nature of Manne that the Kings of the modern day can see through the centuries of deceitful misinforming that precede this record. I submit to ye this, the last Sorcerer's grimoire, writ in the ink of mine own blood and sealed in the will of Sayriß, Fafnir, Nælyon, and Græl.
This is the baneful diatribe of Ærya - in all its preuiously neglected truth; herein haue I diligently preserued all details, with no censor in mind as to the nature of their blatant offensiueneß. Herein shall ye find the answers that your beglamourèd hearts haue long sought, yet which you haue denied yourselues through common courtesy and adherence to regrettable social mores.
May your days end peacefully, O Mighty Kings.
In Loue and Light, Dræconis, Dræconis, Dræconis.
1st Novembre, Year 183 of the New Calendar
