#brazenbaela

[sunfyre-rider]

@brazenbaela said: Tidus sits on her shoulder as she stares at her cousin unimpressed with a hand on her hip. ' tidus isn't a baboon. And what was that about you doing something criminal the other day? Did aemond bail you out again? '

"I will do something criminal to you if you don't leave me the fuck alone." It wasn't really his fault he was arrested, he was even released soon as the cops realized the mistake, but the gossip aid his bad boy vibes, so he won't deny it. "Why are you even here? Don't you have a freshman to bother?"

[bigdaddydaemon]

And the worst dad award goes to you. Must be nice to win something at least.

don't mind him , he's going to go sulk in a corner somewhere.

[korolnichevoya]

@brazenbaela asked: ‘ are you so eager to be eaten ? ’

HIS EYES are trained on the large creature , hand vaguely outstretched , desperate to be closer , though baela's warning stops him . he glances at her for a moment , though his gaze quickly returns to the dragon . in a way , he relates to the creature . in his own chest , his own winged beast presses against his ribs , begging to be released , to fly .

❝ you truly ride it ? it lets you ? HOW ? ❞

[seasdragon]

@brazenbaela asked: i am so pleased you are well, mother. it's good to have you back.

"Of   course   I   am   well,   I   am   as   stubborn   as   your   father."   She   missed   her   daughter,   and   despite   the   grief   they   were   both   striken   with   so   soon   with   her   mother,   Laena   had   been   powering   through   the   pain   and   let   herself   let   that   storm   come   when   she   needs   it.   She   will   channel   it   toward   more   useful   ways,   like   a   dragon   on   her   mind   and   a   good   rest.

  "I   miss   your   sister.   I   understand   Rhaenyra   and   her   reasons,   nevertheless,   the   Vale   was   always   hostile   to   your   father.   I   just   hope   it's   kinder   to   your   sister.   For   she   is   too   a   princess."   And   she   should   be   treated   as   one,   with   Targaryen   and   Valyrian   blood.   But   Jeyne   Arryn   was   a   woman   of   mysteries   to   her   other   than   being   the   queen's   own   cousin.   Laena   holds   Baela's   face   dearly,   pressing   a   kiss   upon   her   forehead.   "Come,   tell   me   what   I   have   missed."

[nomdepen]

🐰 bunny is it? Also hi o/

how intimidating am i?

🐰 - barely intimidating

[wayfaringstrangxr]

sooo, you like jace huh?

"Well, yes... He is a very... hmm... Likable.... person."

[dionadaiir]

𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍. The last time he had seen Baela; she had been just a little thing. Now, she was growing into a young lady. Eden smiled.

❝ 𝐀𝐲𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧' 𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧' 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝. ❞ He said with a smile, he rummaged through his pockets and handed her a little dragon brooch with a gem the color of the sea in the middle.

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐞. ❞ Eden couldn't help but dote on Corlys' and Rhaenys' children and grandchildren. It was his duty of the honorary uncle.

❝ 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬? ❞

@brazenbaela 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

[jacaeryse]

Baela noticed the sudden solemnity in Jace’s eyes, the weight of unspoken grief pulling at him. Without a word, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head against his own. She felt the tension in his body ease slightly as he returned the embrace, and for a brief moment, she hoped her presence could shield him from the heaviness that lingered in his heart.

ㅤㅤㅤTwo weeks had passed since the funeral pyre. Luke's room had been stripped of everything besides the furniture, making it feel foreign as a result. Jace still opened the door with the hope of finding Luke there. His eyes linger on the bed where they had shared an impromptu sleepover with Joffrey just a few months prior. They had stayed up all night while Jace recounted stories once told to him by Ser Harwin. He would have given anything to return to that night, to bask in the comfort only his brothers could provide. Luke had fallen asleep on the floor in front of the hearth beside Joffrey. He had picked them both up, placing them in bed before joining them. Just like he had countless times before. Jace blinks away tears when Baela moves to embrace him. He hadn't even noticed, having been engulfed in bittersweet nostalgia. ㅤㅤㅤHe shuts his eyes. His shoulders rise before falling as he begins to sob. Only Rhaenyra had seen him cry like this when he had returned from Winterfell. Jace wraps his arms around Baela, burying his face in her silver hair. It felt good to be held like this, to be certain that eventually the pain would subside. Jace pulls away, wiping at an eye with a forced chuckle. "I'm sorry, Baela. I've ruined your hair." He was certain he had drenched it with his tears. Jace takes a step back, intertwining their fingers so he take another look at the room. Luke would have tossed something at them, ordering them to be gross elsewhere. He lets out a shaky breath before squeezing Baela's hand. "I miss him."

[sunfyre-rider]

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"Sunfyre and Moondancer are good friends"

[luceryse]

what if it was her who mussed his hair?

He'd let her. But now he's starting to wonder why everybody is messing with his hair today. Did Jace put everybody up to it? Is this some sort of prank that Aegon is pulling? He's worried.

[korolnichevoya]

@brazenbaela liked for a starter !

SHE MAY not be a princess , but she's still a guest in his home and she will be treated as if she were one . he greets her that evening after her arrival , after their somewhat - - - - sour meeting earlier that morning . he had let her have the day to rest and refresh , lunch being offered to her in her room before she was invited to a proper dinner that evening .

if he's being honest , it's rare for nikolai to eat in the dining hall . there are too many people , too many masks he has to wear , and he generally prefers to take his meals either in his rooms or in the lab with david . but tonight , he's had baela sat beside him as a seating of honor .

he smiles when he sees her . ❝ good evening , ❞ he greets . ❝ i see i haven't offended you off of ravka entirely . ❞

[harwinsbabymama]

so.... about boys 👉👈

❛ plural ? ❜

[bigdaddydaemon]

i want a dragon rider's death, like my mother did. | @brazenbaela

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖐 his attention away from the tome in hand. an evening of lessons in high valyrian between father and daughter , daemon had begun thumbing through one of volumes on the history of old valyria , discussing the BOND between dragon and rider , when his daughter had spoken. he angles his head in her direction , jaw having gone slack in surprise.

𝕬 𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 , 𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓 to that of her mother ; bathed in flame when a death granted in battle evaded her ( if he closes his eyes , he can still SEE laena kneel before vhagar , still feel the HEAT of her flames as the beast obeyed laena's final command ). it is UNFATHOMABLE to think of his daughter's demise , for a child should never perish before their parents. he wishes to see her grow , to marry her betrothed and begin their family , to live more of her life than her mother had the chance to. to be subject to the DEATH of his daughter ──── of any of his children , blood or not ──── would destroy the rogue prince , as it nearly had when he and rhaenyra lost visenya , as it nearly had when he had learned of the fall of lucerys.

𝕯𝖆𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 its spot on the shelf and turns fully to face his daughter. to die the death of a dragon rider was what ALL targaryens longed for , and daemon was certain that each of his children would receive just that. " should you wish for that , so it shall be , " the prince utters , closing the distance between his daughter and himself. he tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. " but that will not be for a LONG while , baela. what has you contemplating death right now ? "

[absolventiia]

/ @brazenbaela , baela + maryse

sent in :🤝  to  hold  my  muse's  hand. / for maryse

    it was well known in DORNE that many of their plants required a copious amount of sunlight. the desert sun was brutal, but also let flourish many different species of cacti, of flowers, and other things. many of those were present in the GARDENS of sunspear, where maryse spent many hours as a child. maryse was not a plant, but all the same, she felt herself withering away in the chamber in which she now occupied, separated from everyone and everything she had known since first coming to king's landing.

    maryse did not know of AEMOND-- whether or not her prince husband still lived. she did not know much about the war, anymore. all she truly wanted was to be sent home to dorne, if aemond had perished. ( and he wouldn't do such a thing, would he ? didn't he SWEAR to return to her, no matter how far they'd been separated ? ) it's cruel fate that she'd end up in king's landing once again, but this time locked up, like a caged animal. it's lonely, most hours. 

     except for those when BAELA comes.

     she's not sure why the dragonrider decided at first to show to maryse's chambers, but she could not be more GRATEFUL. she spends too many hours alone and staring out of the small window, yearning for home. ( and what is home, now ? aemond ? dorne ? nowhere ? she could not say. ) maryse is distracted by these thoughts and many more when she feels baela take her hand, a gentle squeeze besides. a form of COMFORT, if a small one. she had not noticed the other's arrival. 

     " . . . they are not going to KILL me, yet ? " she asks, locking eyes with her. it is a wonder she's survived this long at all, maryse thinks dryly. though, then again, the iron throne was never her inheritance-- she is no threat besides her association with the greens. SUNSPEAR is where she belongs. KING'S LANDING is no place for her.  

[korzionarchive]

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(NO LONGER ACCEPTING THESE, SORRY GUYS, I'M OVERWHELMED)

"Baela is so much like her mother, that sometimes it is painful even to look at her. But she has also always been my solace, a comfort to me in my grief, and has grown into a fine young woman. Fierce in personality like her father and mother-and myself, if I am to be honest-and as bold as my husband, her grandsire. I believe she will make a great queen one day, ruling just and passionately at Jacaerys' side."

[estarion]

　　　@brazenbaela hurt his feelings a little bit, but it's okay. he's over it now. mostly. “you do realise that—especially in comparison to most—my behaviour in this space has been utterly tame?”