amethysts wash upon her city like waves, drifting atop the hundreds of roofs where the smallfolk of meereen now lived. this was no longer a city for the wealthy ––– men who were fortunate enough to be born into the world with a family name that somehow made them better than anyone else. the harpy had been torn from their sky, her hollow eyes raining upon a city made of ash and bones no more. living in fear was a fate that had fallen upon her, the scared little girl dying in the dothraki sea and raising from the flames reborn, amidst salt and smoke. FIRE AND BLOOD, those were her words and she would remember them until all of her enemies were defeated, the great masters included.
the weight of a crown is heavy, its mass akin to an anchor that keeps a ship at bay, though beneath the surface it will draw this silver haired queen until she drowns. digits caress at marble, sun scorching down upon the city streets, though rooftops turn to shadow as dragon song fills the air. lilacs leave her kingdom, soaring to the skies to be met with the golden speckled gaze of nagini and it is enough to still the storm that rages inside of her. the tides of her eyes transfigure into tranquillity, settling upon the scales of her children who now swarms upon the terrace and footfalls diminish the space between them.
delicate digits lift, sweeping against the spot between eyes, travelling upwards and back down ––– just like seafoam does the shore as it invades its way upon land before being STOLEN back out to sea. breath steadies, trailing her neck as if it is a map that points to home and daenerys cradles herself against nagini's chest, claiming her space upon cobblestone. reptilian tongue curves words spoken in valyrian, yet another link that connects them together like shackles. ❝ it seems like a lifetime ago you were small enough to sit upon my shoulder, to curl into my neck ... and now i am the one doing so to you. ❞
a small surprise for baby ! @dragonthroned. ♡