The symbolic bond between a dragon and its rider was something so beautiful and unique in this episode.
The exchanged looks between Meleys and Rhaenys really made me cry,especially the last one.It was like Meleys was trying to say “I did my best,everything that I could to keep you safe and I failed.I’m sorry,goodbye.”and Rhaenys answered “It’s alright.We did our best,together we fought and together we will go.Goodbye.”They belonged to each other,the hug before the war,and the way the Rhaenys would never leave her old girl made me cry.
Also the affectionate bond between Aegon and Sunfyre,really the only living being that shows him some love.The way Sunfyre nuzzled into Aegon chest as soon as they saw each other and the way Aegon smiled so much.Sunfyre who is still a baby in dragon years,that has never touched a battlefield but that tried his best and everything that he could to protect Aegon.Trying to run away from Meleys and sensing Aegon fear and panic.Using his wing to keep him safe from Vaghar fire and twisting himself so that he wouldn’t crush Aegon under him after they fell down.
Vaghar,the old war veteran lady,that couldn’t wait,just like Aemond,to get into the battlefield.It made me smile the way she “huffed” when Aemond told her to wait,that’s was very Visenya of her.Her and Aemond are just the same,literally made for each other.
The cgi in this episode was amazing and it broke my heart😭💔
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Bird killing someone (doesn’t matter if it’s on purpose or by accident) and cries while telling Ghost and he just internally sighs like “best day of my life”
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saw your vampire jy post and i immediately started thinking about him sadly drinking on a bottle of your blood at work because he cant just call you to feed you’ve got your own things to do during the day and he doesn’t want to bother you but the blood just doesn’t taste right to him he needs to suck it directly from you 😞give this man his walking bloodbag back
Your brain is so so huge anon.
Of course you can’t readily be available each time he needs to feed. You two developed some backups for unforeseen circumstances and the like.
This was one of such instances where he’s left without your presence to enrich his day. The Seat of Divine Foresight is always cold and bleak when your visit isn’t expected.
So Jing Yuan is left at his desk, eyes scanning document after document with eyes occasionally darting to the main entrance. Like a fool, part of him hopes your schedule changes. No such luck today.
cw | blood, alcohol
An intricate cup sits near him, dark red wine fragrant as he swirls it before taking a sip. His brows scrunch momentarily, savoring the flavor. The placebo isn’t enough. And without company he can hardly convince himself to enjoy a glass.
He reaches into his desk, hand wandering to the very back where a compartment in the wood above sits cool to the touch. A light press and it opens for him to dig out a small vial of crimson liquid.
The fragrance of the wine changes immediately upon adding it. He knows he should be using only a few drops but Jing Yuan is also aware you will be back in three days whereas the entire vial of blood will tide him over for at least five.
The liquid swirls in his cup—aged and with an iron-like scent. It’s not the same on his tongue. Cold and devoid of the meaning he craves. Lacking pulse and pleasure.
It’s never the same as the lovely scent of the blood that runs hot through your veins. The liquid burns like a fine rum down his throat when he feeds from you directly—drunk on your taste.
He can’t help but recall each time he’s sunk his teeth into you as he swirls the remnants of the wine, head resting against his fist while the documents remain ignored on his desk. Yearning will do him more harm than good, but Jing Yuan is only rarely selfish. You’d scold him if you saw him sulking like this.
He knocks back the remainder of the wine, not particularly proud of the lack of elegance it probably displays. There’s hardly anyone at the main room of Seat of Divine Foresight at this time of night anyway. His teeth ache where they anticipate your skin with the taste of your crimson liquid on his tongue.
It’s a bittersweet feeling. One that will have to do until you’re back.
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