knell of a requiem bell | a smutty spooky Jonerys fic | 👻
Happy Halloween! 🎃 Enjoy this no plot smutty one shot.
Dany remained in a crumpled heap, her black and red gown thrown about her body, covering her in layers of lace and velvet. It was freezing, she realized, her body shivering. The adrenaline fading, she suspected, and she kept her eyes closed, forehead pressed to the cool stone floor, breath coming in sucking gasps. Oh gods, she wanted to sleep for days, she was drained.
But did it work?
She lifted her head gingerly, peering through wispy strands of her hair, focusing on the dim moonlight now filling the throne room without the candles to provide light. A light click echoed around her. Footsteps She blinked, seeing black boots in front of her. They were relatively shiny, expensive looking. They didn't seem like anything Rhaegar would be wearing, but...she didn't know what to expect from a returned soul to the earth. She didn't know how much time she had, and she lifted her head further, rolling her eyes upwards.
And stared straight into a set of piercing gray ones she had never seen before in her life.
Those gray eyes belonged to a man who stood about a foot from her, dressed in all black. Black boots, black skinny jeans, and a black-- really tight-- t-shirt. None of which had a speck of dust, which only made her slightly envious because she could never maintain that level of pristine fabric with three cats wandering around her house. The clothes weren't the only surprising feature, but also that he was, well...wow, she thought, taking in the sight of the skinny jeans painted on a pair of strong thighs, riding low on a trim waist, and the shirt pulling at the seams over a broad chest. A set of powerful arms crossed over his chest, biceps flexing. She kept looking up, she took in his pale, angular face, jaw swathed in a dark beard and loose dark curls that fell just to his shoulders, half of them tugged in a knot. He had a straight nose, which was currently wrinkled in the corners, and his lips– sinfully plump–were curled over sharp white teeth in a sneer of disgust.
The super hot stranger glared at her and opened his mouth, exclaiming:
"What the fuck am I doing here?"