#tgaryn

[drcgnrider]

            & more often than not, the late afternoon sun found the two of them perched underneath the tree’s branches, hiding from the whispers and plots of the court. // @tgaryn //  only those tagged may interact

[drakonivs]

@tgaryn​ spoke: "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “ (  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   "  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘   𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.   𝐍𝐎   𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  . / / accepting )

‘ ...smash. ’

[drcgnrider]

& @tgaryn​ // plotted

        How does one go on when their will to live is no longer there? How exactly should one grasp for the last bits of sanity when the only thing holding them to the ground had fled from their reach? The woman felt as if everything inside of her had become a battlefield. Her heart torn to pieces and strewn around, consumed by beasts that ripped it apart to shreds - never to be put together again. It seemed as if her very soul had left that day, when her lilac gaze settled on the letter from one of the Army’s Commanders with the news about the latest battle. They had won. It was a cause for celebration, was it not? They had won. ( But at what cost? )

Rhaenyra looked to the craddles in the corner of the room, the babies’s soft snores keeping her awake, alive & sane. The Princess had managed a calm & collected face - even a smile - when she lulled her eldest to sleep but once his eyes, his too wise for his age eyes, finally closed - there was nothing holding her back from weeping. She watched them for a little longer, feeling her lower lip shaking as her resolve faltered, all strength leaving the woman’s body in a wave of anguish. Her pale, shaking hand held tightly around her mouth to silence her sobs of utter despair & heartbreak as the woman succumbed to the sadness and gut-wrenching pain for the fifth night in a row. There would be no sleep tonight. No rest for her wrecked soul as she mourned the loss of a man that was never quite hers. The man who had become her entire world and now had been ripped away from her - from their children - before his time.

[drakonivs]

‘ YOU ALMOST shot me! ’ her voice cracks, lilac eyes are wide as she looks from her uncle to the body on the floor and back to her uncle. her heart races, a mix of adrenaline and anger. she’d had it handled, a few more moments and she would have done it on her own. a few more moments and she would have maybe been out of the way of the fucking bullet. pushing a hand through her hair she gives a short huff of breath, ‘ what the fuck, kepa? ’  

@tgaryn​ / / marvel shit

[drcgnrider]

& @tgaryn​  said  : ❛  what  are  your  plans  for  the  day ,   &   how  cancel-able  are  they ?  ❜   //   MEME  //  ACCEPTING

         Her soft laughter filled the silence of the near-dawn air of the bedroom. The woman’s body moved underneath the silky sheets to press the front of her bare frame against the side of his - most gentle of kisses grazed the man’s chest & then another, and another, and then one more. Finally her lips reached the crook of Daemon’s neck and Rhaenyra allowed herself to teasingly nibble at the skin there, knowing for certain that the spot would get covered by the collars of clothes he wore on daily basis even if she accidentaly ( ON PURPOSE ) left a mark.

“My plans are always cancel-able when it comes to you, Issa jorrāelagon.” [ my love ] The familiar words of the langauge of their ancestors rolled off of the woman’s tongue as lilac eyes found his - the flickering flames from the fireplace allowing just enough light to bask them in a warm glow. Rhaenyra lifted her head and propped herself up on her elbow as she laid on her side, one of her toned thighs tangling between Daemon’s under the sheets as if simply laying at his side was not enough. As if she always needed to be closer. HAD TO BE CLOSER. “But I am afraid your son will not be of the same mind as I am.” Rhaenyra chuckled “He will be awake within hours & demanding my attention.”

[drcgnrider]

& @tgaryn​ said: SPOTS TO KISS + [35]  //  MEME  //  ACCEPTING

         “What about this one?” Rhaenyra asked, a smirk tugging upon her lips as her fintertip tapped gently against a scar that marred Daemon’s flesh across the man’s right knee - she knew well where this one came from. It was because of her and her reckless, childish ideas that her favorite companion ended with a bloodied knee when he tried to save her from falling down a cliff. The Princess’ memories turned fond as she recalled how awful she felt that day and how long she had taken care of the injuried Prince. Now that she thought of it - perhaps even a bit too long. She would not put it past Daemon to milk his pain as long as possible to have her near him longer. Back then the Princess was too innocent to realise, but now she knew better. 

Rhaenyra hummed as she felt a kiss being pressed to the spot at the base of her neck, realising he understood exactly which one she was talking about. “Alright, what about this one?” The woman inquired further, her right hand’s pointer finger caressing an uneven line across the Prince’s right thigh where she sat in the bathtub with him, settled between his spread legs and washing him with a cloth as their bodies enjoyed the relaxing moments in warm water. Every inch of skin that her fingers discovered she curiously asked about a new scar and its origin, listening to the tales the man sitting before he was spinning with upmost interest. “It looks new.” Rhaenyra added as she gazed down at the particular patch of lighter skin, humming as Daemon’s kissed wandered lower from her neck and shoulders until he reached the spot between her shoulderblades. “You are distracting me.” The woman accused, sitting up a bit straighter in Daemon’s embrace for a few more moments before she tapped his thigh again “Where did you get this scar, Daemon?”

[drcgnrider]

            as long as you love me, I’ll be your platinum... // @tgaryn // only those tagged may interact

[drcgnrider]

‘ thank you for trusting me.  ❜  //  @tgaryn​  //  MEME  //  ACCEPTING

           “Nyke might gūrogon lī udra arlī.” [ I might just take those words back ] The Princess’ voice was softer than her usual tone, all of the blonde’s focus settled on the enormous creature standing before her. The dragon’s head lifted, blinking huge eyes opened from his slumber and Rhaenyra unconsciously stepped a little bit closer to her uncle, standing just a little bit behind him - she had seen enough & heard enough stories to know that dragons, while incredibly amazing animals, were anything but prone to complete taming and training. Her own mount, hatched on the day she was born, was still young and reckless - very much like the Princess herself. The training was slow & tiresome but Rhaenyra hoped to one day be able to ride Syrax, to soar through the skies along with Daemon, to taste the freedom her uncle had been telling her all about.

Her lilac eyes filled with amazement at the sheer size of her uncle’s mount. She stood there, watching the BLOOD WYRM from over Daemon’s shoulder, a sudden rush of hesitation & anxiety filling her to the brim. The bond between a rider and their dragon was said to be of almost spiritual strength, tying their souls together in a bond stronger than Valyrian steel --- but that did not mean the dragon would accept her near him as well. No matter the blood relations to its rider. “What if he does not like me?”