zobriefyre

[zobriefyre]

dany has two verses post rook's rest: either she finally joins the forces with her dragons in team black (and as she rides one, she is offering two more for dragonseeds). or she is so upset with rhaenyra for sending rhaenys, her sister, alone to battle that she goes to the greens.

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SECRETS, LIES AND CONFESSIONS SENTENCE QUOTES. a collection of sentences and quotes found on goodreads with the key words of: secrets, lies and confessions. you can change pronouns, locations, name and anything else you see fit.

SECRETS 

“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”

“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.”

“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”

“I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.”

“I'd learned that some things are best kept secret.”

“The more you leave out, the more you highlight what you leave in.”

“I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.”

“A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.”

“Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.”

“Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.”

“A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.”

“Never hide things from hardcore thinkers. They get more aggravated, more provoked by confusion than the most painful truths.”

“Word spread because word will spread. Stories and secrets fight, stories win, shed new secrets, which new stories fight, and on.”

“With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.”

“A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.”

“Sometimes, the biggest secrets you can only tell a stranger.”

“The best way of keeping a secret is to pretend there isn't one.”

“I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.”

“When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.”

“I've learned that we're all entitled to have our secrets.”

“I feel bare. I didn't realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.”

“Don't trust people who tell you other people's secrets.”

“Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.”

“People are secretive when they have secrets.”

“If I maintain my silence about my secret it is my prisoner...if I let it slip from my tongue, I am ITS prisoner.”

“You cannot let your parents anywhere near your real humiliations.”

“Everybody has scars, and every scar has a story. Especially the ones you don’t see. Those go deeper. And cause more damage.”

“Sometimes, loyalty gets in the way of what you want to do. Sometimes, it’s not your secret to tell.”

“It was almost comforting, this mutual acceptance of our secrets.”

“Don't you ever want to have just one thing that no one else knows about, so no one can ruin it for you?”

“I choose to love you in silence, for in silence I find no rejection.

I choose to love you in loneliness, for in loneliness no one owns you but me.

I choose to hold you in my dreams, for in my dreams you have no end.”

“All the secrets of the world worth knowing are hiding in plain sight.”

“This is what happens. You tell your friends your most personal secrets, and they use them against you.”

“Lies don't end relationships the truth does.”

“Books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own."

“The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.”

“What you didn't tell someone was just as debilitating as what you did.”

“I prefer death to dishonor for me and my child.”

“Elizabeth felt as if every cell in her body was aflame with desire.”

“Aye. I’m afraid for my immortal soul now.”

“But some secrets are too delicious not to share.”

“I know a secret,and secrets breed paranoia.”

“Some secrets are meant to be known- but once known you can never forget them.”

“The story of my family. . .changes with the teller.”

CONFESSIONS

“To fall in love with God is the greatest romance; to seek him the greatest adventure; to find him, the greatest human achievement.”

"That's why I haven't said it. It's not the right word for you and what I feel for you."

"Shut up. If you care about me at all, you'll just shut up and go away."

"I've been loved before--by Corinne, by other women...But what the hell do they know about me? What the hell are they in love with when they don't know how fucked up I am? If that's love, it's nothing compared to what I feel for you.”

“Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened.”

“You're the most annoying girl on the planet. You make me want to throw myself off a bridge. And, unfortunately, I am one hundred percent, head-over-heels, crazy in love with you.”

“They always say they didn't. I never heard of one who said, 'You know, I deserve this.' Never happens.”

“It’s inevitable. But we pretend it isn’t until that point where we can’t deny it anymore. Then we begin to repent.”

“No! We repent for the opportunities that we missed. The doors we should have walked through.”

“We make the choice . . . and then the choice makes us”

“I thought I understood what was best. I knew too little and believed too soon.”

“after the words were out, I felt... lighter.”

"Confession: if you gave me the chance, I'd love you until forever."

“Late have I loved you, O beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you!”

“If no one is perfect in this world, then it would be foolish of you to confess your sins to anyone. Unless you feel they must be perfect in the first place!”

“It's an easy thing to confess one's faults. But what dusk is deep enough to hide one's virtues?”

“When I pulled you on top of me and, you know, gazed dreamily into your eyes and said I liked you, I did not mean as friends. Obviously.”

“Loving you is like breathing. It’s impossible for me to stop.”

“For the same reason I can’t cast a spell to make your eyes green. You can’t create what already is. I was in love with you before that.”

“The one sincere confession is the one we make indirectly - when we talk about other people.”

“Memories remains about you always within my heart.”

“Your beauty. is impossible to define. Maybe divine?”

"I enjoy a good blurting out of secrets as much as the next person.”

“When you fight evil with evil, the outcome is certain: evil will win”

“I tried to unlove you, i failed”

“I must confess that... the most wasted of all days is the day that does not bring you.”

“Without confession, there is no cleansing.”

“i just want to be honest about my feelings without destroying everything.”

“Sometimes you feel alone because, like you, others aren't so ready to confess their shortcomings and struggles.”

“I’m a fixer, Allie. Taking care of others is what I do. I don’t know how to turn it off.”

“I want to hear you say those words again. If you do, I won't hold my feelings anymore. I might hug you or kiss you.”

“Yes, I’ve killed! I’ve killed as indiscriminately as God! And yes, I will kill again. I must.”

“Self-destruction is inevitable because existence is a full-time job.”

“Words are confessions of your actions. Choose them wisely.”

LIES

“If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”

“I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you.”

“The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”

“I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.”

“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.”

“There are three types of lies -- lies, damn lies, and statistics.”

“A truth that's told with bad intent, Beats all the lies you can invent.”

“It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one.”

“If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed.”

“If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed.”

“Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.”

“It is an occupational hazard that anyone who has spent her life learning how to lie eventually becomes bad at telling the truth.”

“Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.”

“Lies require commitment.”

“Things come apart so easily when they have been held together with lies.”

“History is a set of lies agreed upon.”

“The best lies about me are the ones I told.”

“Oh, what a tangled web we weave...when first we practice to deceive.”

“Oh, don't cry, I'm so sorry I cheated so much, but that's the way things are.”

“Nothing is ever certain.”

“Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs.”

“Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.”

“A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.”

“Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.”

“I have a higher and grander standard of principle than George Washington. He could not lie; I can, but I won't.”

“The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others.”

“We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.”

“Lying is done with words, and also with silence.”

“There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.”

���The only thing more frustrating than slanderers is those foolish enough to listen to them.”

“Always sleep with one eye open. Never take anything for granted. Your best friends might just be your enemies.”

“I guess sometimes you have to lie to find the truth.”

“The cruelest lies are often told in silence.”

“The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.”

“When no one you know tells the truth, you learn to see under the surface.”

“A half-truth is the most cowardly of lies.”

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›        FIRST   LINE   PROMPTS       

"You’re   not   on   the   list."

"Need   a   light?"

"You   dropped   this."

"Is   that   your   drink   or   mine?"

"You're   late."

"I   thought   you'd   be   taller."

"You   always   stare   like   that?"

"They   told   me   not   to   trust   you."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   you."

"You   clean   up   well."

"You   look   lost."

"Haven’t   we   met?"

"Not   what   I   imagined."

"Are   you   following   me?"

"You’re   not   from   around   here."

"You’ve   got   something   on   your   cheek."

"Mind   if   I   cut   in?"

"You're   sitting   in   my   seat."

"I   was   warned   about   you."

"That’s   a   dangerous   smile."

"This   seat   taken?"

"You're   the   distraction."

"Why   are   you   looking   at   me   like   that?"

"You're   early."

"You're   late   on   purpose."

"First   time   here?"

"Try   the   champagne."

"That   color   suits   you."

"You're   exactly   how   I   pictured   you."

"We’re   not   supposed   to   talk."

"We   shouldn’t   be   seen   together."

"Do   I   know   you?"

"That   watch   doesn’t   match   your   suit."

"You’re   not   very   good   at   hiding."

"Someone’s   been   asking   about   you."

"Thought   you’d   never   show."

"You   have   good   taste   in   music."

"Don't   turn   around."

"Guess   we’re   partners   now."

"You   shouldn’t   be   here."

"Do   you   believe   in   fate?"

"You’re   late.   I   almost   left."

"That’s   my   drink."

"I   think   you’re   in   the   wrong   place."

"Your   cover’s   slipping."

"Tell   me   that   wasn’t   on   purpose."

"Are   you   going   to   apologize?"

"Care   to   dance?"

"That’s   quite   an   entrance."

"You   always   this   bold?"

"I’ve   heard   of   you."

"You’re   not   easy   to   find."

"You   look   nervous."

"Sit.   Please."

"You   read   the   file?"

"You   shouldn’t   trust   me."

"Nice   aim."

"We   weren’t   supposed   to   meet   yet."

"You   took   your   time."

"So,   you’re   the   infamous   one."

"Someone's   been   watching   me."

"Your   timing’s   suspicious."

"You   look   like   trouble."

"That’s   a   nice   trick."

"I’ve   been   looking   for   you."

"Are   you   hurt?"

"They   didn’t   say   you’d   be   charming."

"You   always   arrive   like   this?"

"That’s   classified."

"Don’t   trust   the   bartender."

"You're   bleeding."

"You   have   five   minutes."

"Where’s   your   partner?"

"I   wasn’t   briefed   on   you."

"You   have   terrible   timing."

"I   wasn’t   expecting   company."

"I   thought   you   were   a   myth."

"You   look   bored."

"I   saw   you   watching   me."

"You're   not   like   the   others."

"So,   you're   the   backup?"

"Try   not   to   get   killed."

"That's   a   dangerous   dress."

"You   don't   belong   here."

"We   meet   at   last."

"That’s   not   your   real   name."

"You   weren’t   followed,   right?"

"We’ve   never   met.   Officially."

"Don’t   say   my   name."

"Is   this   seat   cursed   too?"

"No   sudden   moves."

"We’re   alone   now."

"Take   off   the   mask."

"I   know   what   you   did."

"Who   let   you   in?"

"You’re   prettier   in   person."

"You’re   not   what   I   expected."

"You   shouldn’t   smile   like   that."

"Don’t   flatter   yourself."

"What   took   you   so   long?"

[zobriefyre]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  mixed action prompts.   adjust phrasing as desired.   potentially mature content within.  )

[ 1. ] sender steps between receiver and an aggressive stranger, voice low and steady: "walk. away."

[ 2. ] sender teaches receiver self-defense, hands firm on their hips as they adjust their stance.

[ 3. ] sender presses their forehead to receiver's, voice breaking as they murmur, "i don't know how to fix this, but i'm not leaving."

[ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile.

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

[ 6. ] sender whispers, “i’ve thought about this all day,” before pinning receiver against a wall for a searing kiss.

[ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here."

[ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me."

[ 9. ] sender shoves receiver into a hiding spot, hissing, "stay here or i’ll kill you myself."

[ 10. ] sender finds receiver drunk at a party, sighing. "let’s get you home."

[ 11. ] sender is discovered sleepwalking by receiver.

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”

[ 13. ] sender ‘accidentally’ flashes receiver while changing, purring, "see something you like?"

[ 14. ] sender whispers, "you’ll ruin me," before biting receiver’s lip hard enough to draw blood.

[ 15. ] sender takes over while receiver is giving themselves stitches, promising to handle it.

[ 16. ] sender frantically grips receiver by the shoulders, "don't you dare close your eyes."

[ 17. ] sender fixes receiver’s crooked [ tie / jewelry ], teasing, "nervous?"

[ 18. ] sender shakes receiver out of a nightmare, comforting them in the aftermath. "same nightmare again?"

[ 19. ] sender brings hot tea and medication to a [ hungover / ill ] receiver.

[ 20. ] sender invites receiver to dance with them, insisting, "what? this song's perfect."

[ 21. ] sender leaves a single rose on receiver’s windshield with a note: "you’re being followed. smile."

[ 22. ] sender pins receiver’s wrists during a sparring match, grinning, "yield."

[ 23. ] sender playfully steals something from receiver, initiating a chase. "come and get it, then."

[ 24. ] sender drapes a blanket over receiver, accidentally waking them. "sorry, go back to sleep."

[ 25. ] receiver returns home only to find sender already there. "finally."

[ 26. ] after a pleasant night out together, sender asks: "can i kiss you goodnight?"

[ 27. ] sender wipes the blood from receiver's face, murmuring, "let's get you cleaned up."

[ 28. ] sender shoves receiver against a vending machine to dodge security, breathless. "act natural."

[ 29. ] sender wakes receiver in the throes of a nightmare, reassuring them, "it's okay, it's not real."

[ 30. ] sender purposefully antagonizes receiver, hurling insults; "what are you gonna do about it?"

[zobriefyre]

Daenerys   felt   the   weight   of   Daemon’s   words   settle   over   her   like   a   cloak,   warm   and   heavy   with   unspoken   promises.   His   touch—light   at   first,   then   more   possessive   as   his   hand   slid   from   her   jaw   to   clasp   hers—sent   a   shiver   down   her   spine.   She   was   no   stranger   to   men   making   claims   or   speaking   with   false   confidence,   but   with   Daemon,   it   felt   different.   It   always   had.   His   words   were   like   flame,   dangerous   yet   enticing,   and   she   could   feel   herself   drawn   to   them,   to   him,   even   as   the   fire   within   her   flared   in   response.

His   admission—nice   is   tiresome—made   her   smirk,   the   corner   of   her   lips   lifting   as   she   met   his   eyes.   Daemon   had   never   been   nice,   not   in   the   conventional   sense.   But   there   was   something   exhilarating   in   the   way   he   moved,   the   way   his   hand   now   rested   on   her   hip   with   the   suggestion   of   a   dance   yet   to   begin.   “You   think   I   can   surprise   you?”   Daenerys   finally   spoke,   her   voice   low   but   steady,   as   though   teasing   the   dragon   that   she   knew   lurked   beneath   his   skin.

She   tilted   her   head   slightly,   her   silver   hair   falling   over   one   shoulder   as   she   looked   up   at   him   through   half-lidded   eyes.   "I   think   you   underestimate   me,   uncle.   I   don’t   need   dreams   to   surprise   you—I   already   do   just   by   standing   here.”   There   was   a   deliberate   pause   as   she   let   her   hand   linger   over   his   chest,   feeling   the   steady   thrum   of   his   heartbeat   beneath   her   palm.

“Make   yourself   comfortable,   then,”   Daenerys   said,   stepping   back   with   a   graceful   motion,   though   her   fingers   trailed   down   his   arm   before   releasing   him.   She   watched   his   eyes   darken   as   she   turned   toward   the   table   where   the   wine   awaited,   her   movements   unhurried   but   deliberate.   Her   gaze   flickered   back   to   him,   catching   the   shadow   of   a   smile   on   his   lips   as   he   began   to   unfasten   his   riding   armor.   “Do   I   need   to   call   a   squire   or   maid   to   help   you   with   your   outfit?”   she   added,   the   edge   in   her   voice   both   a   challenge   and   an   invitation.

“I   am   no   fleeting   experience,   no   simple   moment   of   passion.”   Her   voice   softened,   though   the   intensity   did   not   fade.   

What is life without scandal? He thinks to himself; his name is nearly synonymous with the word. And Daemon thrives on it. He  has  assumed  as  much  of  her;  those  of  their  bloodline  seemed  to  be  drawn  to  things  the  stiff  and  pious  Seven-worshipping  Westerosi  openly  consider  deviant...  what  a  boring  life  they  must  lead.  "The  Conqueror  and  his  wives  were  considered  scandalous,  and  here  we  stand  upon  a  dynasty.  I've  always  believed  scandal  is  the  precursor  to  satisfaction,  and  also  the  point  of  view  of  the  tedious.   Luckily,  we  are  not  tedious  people,"  his  fingers  drift  upwards,  barely  outlining  the  pale  lines  of  her  throat,  catching  the  flutter  of  her  pulse  with  his  sharp  eyes.  "Hmm.  Sometimes  I  grow  tired  of  blaming  and  desire  a  solution  to  the  problem.  Solutions  are  never  far  beyond  my  reach.   —  if  I  had  known  of  your  fathers'  thoughts...  perhaps  I'd  have  argued  it  more at the time."  Does  he  not  ride  Caraxes  now?  Perhaps  something  in  his  late  uncle  had  known  there  would  be  no  greater  match  for  his  younger  daughter  than  that  of  Daemon  Targaryen.  The Prince  often  wonders  if  the  gift  of  prophecy  will  experience  a  resurgence  within  his  kin,  maybe  it  already  had.

As much as his mind wanders with possibilities, and of passed-over opportunities, Daenerys is a lodestone for his attention. Daemon  breathes  in  deeply  so  he  can  more  clearly  feel  the  touch  of  her  hand  across  his  breastbone...  the  way  his own  hand  hovers  for  a  moment,  he  envisions  it  against  her  throat  and  how  it  would  feel  to  have  her  fire  in  his  embrace.  He  imagines  it  would  burn  as  exquisitely  as  dragonfire  itself.  Daemon's  thumb  runs  the  underside  of  her  jaw,  his  eyes  sparking  without  intention  as  he  hears  of  the  suitors.  Pentoshi  or  Lysene,  none  of  them  would  offer  anything  save  for  a  new,  fleeting  experience.  The  answer  is  already  in  his  mind  before  she  asks  it.  "None  would  come  close.  Perhaps  they  may  be  nice,  but  nice  is  tiresome.  And  repetitive.  Both  of  those  things  do  little  but  enrage  a  dragon,"  Daemon  lowers  his  hand  to  lay  over  hers,  flattening  it  against  his  chest  for  a  passing  moment.  He  curls  his  fingers  to  clasp  hers  hand  and  lifts  it  to  his  lips.  Daemon  smiles  almost  knowingly,  and  presses  a  kiss  Daenerys'  palm.   "It  will,"  he  says  with  his  lips  brushing  over  her  fingertips,  of  the  opportunity  that  she  wisely  waits  for.

She's right... Caraxes will likely not be coaxed from his coiling with Viserion, though  the  truth  in  his  acceptance  of  her  invitation  is  far  simpler.  He  does  not  want  to  leave,  and  his  opportunity  to  languish  in  her  presence  will  not  slip  away  so  quickly  this  time.  "I  could  not  dream  of  refusing  such  an  invitation, let us share some wine and properly enjoy each others company. Particularly as it seems as though that experience has been covertly denied to us, and that cannot stand."  Though  he  lets  go  of  her  hand,  his  touch  instead  moves  to  rest  lightly  on  her  hip,  with  no  more  pressure  than  he  might  if  he  was  approaching  her  for  a  dance  —  his�� eyes  however,  are  dark  with  a  cacophony  of  thoughts.  "I  would  gladly  give  you  whatever  you  like  if  you  share  a  dream  that  truly  surprises  me.  You  did  once  say  that  I  am  not  as  mysterious  as  I  believe  I  am,  so  I  expect  I  will  find  myself  indebted  to  you  quite  quickly,"  a  quirk  of  his  lips  follows  this.   "As  your  guest,  may  I first  make  myself  comfortable—?  My  riding armour can  be  somewhat  stifling."

[zobriefyre]

While she has three dragons, she has only bonded as a rider with Vagon. Viserion and Merexys remain bonded with her like children but riderless. Rumors has it, whoever becomes their rider, does need to be of her trust or approval.

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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

Upon the birth of Prince Aemon's second daughter, a match was proposed by the man himself to King Jaehaerys, for the princess to wed Prince Daemon, second son of his beloved brother Baelor, when she was of age and continue the puracy of their bloodline but the match was rejected and Daemon made to wed Rhea Royce. Years later, the Rogue Prince made a similar request over the Princess' hand when her brother, namesake of King Viserys I, passed away and the Princess was able to hatch three dragon eggs from his funeral pyre but the request was request, perhaps advised by Otto Hightower, fearing the match, with three dragons that saw the woman as their mother and the Prince's fearsome Blood Wyrm and any future hatchlings of their dragons. But one cannot put a fire by ignoring it and eventually, the cousins grew curious of one another. To him, she was as close to a goddess that could be, A Valyrian beauty that embodied the three heads of their House. To her, Daemon represented everything she was not when it came to Valyrian strength; a man of support and strength and passion, whose fire could match her own. The tease of future suitors from across the sea could only be endured so far before the Prince became a dragon and took the princess, except the princess too was a dragon.

@sigilsongs daemon and daenerys ( @zobriefyre )

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"If   I   shared   what   occupies   my   nights   it   would   be   a   dangerous   thing.   Scandalous   even."   And   her   sister   would   not   be   pleased   but   perhaps   that   is   one   of   the   many   reasons   why   she   would   want   to   share   them,   as   they   involve   him.   Some   are   prophetic   even,   but   others,   the   ones   that   are   deep   within   her   mindframe,   involve   Daemon   before   her,   as   close   as   he   is   now,   as   close   as   she   had   seen   him   to   his   Lyseni   lover.   They   involve   scenes   one   could   almost   consider   obscene   but   she   keeps   them   to   herself   and   perhaps   her   own   Lyseni   maid,   who   knows   her   secrets   as   she   knows   hers.   "Blame   your   brother   or   the   Old   King.   My   sister   said   my   father   had   consider   you   a   match,   before   he   passed   away."   But   the   match   never   came   to   be,   and   if   any   thoughts   were   to   be   given,   thoughts   of   a   Targaryen   traditional   marriage   was   gone   with   her   burning   and   reborn   with   three   hatched   dragons.   She   remain   without   a   husband   or   a   match,   despite   intents   of   matches   across   the   sea.

  His   touch   ghosts   through   her   skin   now,   and   Dany   cannot   help   but   to   rise   her   chin   at   the   fingers   upon   her   collarbone.   "There   is   no   lack   of   suitors,   of   course.   I   received   a   letter   of   the   Prince   of   Pentos.   And   Lyseni   Princes,   one   of   them   who   knew   my   handmaiden."   Doreah   had   spoken   highly   of   him   of   course   and   she   is   amused   at   the   thought   because   she   knows   that   meant   her   handmaiden   had   him   as   paramour   like   she   had   been   with   her   brother.   "But   would   any   of   them   be   worthy,   cousin?"   She   doesn't   think   so.   The   reality   is   that   more   often   than   not,   they   marry   within   family,   if   her   brother   had   lived,   she   would've   marry   him.   But   now,   with   no   male   relatives   who   are   free,   she   is   to   share   bed   with   another   man.  

"I   cannot   trust   men   with   my   dragons.   Or   myself.   So   I   should   remain   with   no   man,   until   the   opportunity   arises."   A   short   pause   as   she   traces   the   dragon   on   his   jerkin,   mirroring   the   red   jewlery   she   wears   on   her   gown.   "You   are   welcome   to   spend   the   night   here,   Daemon.   It   is   late,   and   Caraxes   had   settled   with   Viserion   nicely."   Her   other   two   dragons   do   not   seem   to   like   the   Blood   Wyrm   but   Viserion,   her   only   female   one,   seems   content   with   the   beast   just   as   she   is   with   her   cousin.   "And   perhaps   share   a   dream   or   two."

His eyes smouldered as she spoke of marriage, of the fire in their bloodline, of her  own internal  flames—which,  Daemon  had  to  acquiesce,  might  dwarf  his  own.  How  could  he  not  consider  that;  given  she  has  a  bond  with  three  dragons.  His  cousin  was,  and  always  would  be  an  oddity  even  by  Valyrian  standards;  a  threatening  oddity,  a  fascinating  one,  a  truly  enticing  and  alluring  oddity  —  she  was  all  of  that  wrapped  up  in  one  form  for  Daemon.  Where  some  might  mutter  their  questions  behind  closed  doors,  there  was  very  little  that  the  prince  did  not  say  aloud  to  her; and what was not spoken aloud, somehow was conveyed in the non-verbal poetry of their eye contact.  There  had  always  been  an  undeniable  tether  that  connected  him  to  Daenerys,  the  Princess  of  Three,  the  embodiment  of  the  Targaryen  sigil,  and  the embodiment of  their untouchable  beauty.  "I  trust  you,  more  than  others,  to  melt  away  anything  that  displeases  you,"  he  commented  after  a  contemplative  searching  of  her  gaze.

Contemplativeness turned quickly to a wryness as  Daenerys'  tone  changed...  and  that  tether  he  spoke  of  seemed  to  crackle  anew.  He  brazenly  reached  from resting his hand upon  Dark  Sister  to  capture  a  perfect  curl  of  silver  hair.  Touching  two  pieces  of  Valyrian  perfection  in  the  blade  and  in  his  cousin.  How  could  anyone  see  her  as  anything  but  a  terrifying,  beguiling,  wonder;  a  fire  of  Old  Magic  in  a  cruelly  tempting  mortal  form?  How  could  men  be  so  utterly  stupid  as  to  not  be  slaughtering  each  other  for  the  chance  at  her  hand?  It  was  baffling.  To  this  day  it  irritated beyond words  him  that  Viserys  had  denied  Daemon's  request  to  wed  Daenerys;  the  Rogue  Prince  had  wed  into  House  fucking  Royce,  and  his  coveted  cousin  remained  unmarried.  Daemon  doubted  that  she  knew  of  this,  given  how  swiftly  the  conversation  had  been  shut  down  by  The  King  and  his  godforsaken  Hand.  "It  pains  me  to  say  that  I  know  far  too  little  of  you,  cousin,  including  what  occupies  your  nights.  You  should  tell  me  of  it  sometime...  and  I  shall  do  the  same,  it  would  interest  me  greatly  to  know  what  burns  secretly  behind  those  lavender  eyes.  —— You  may  blame  my  dear  brother  for  that  lack  of  opportunity,"  Daemon  felt  a  twist  in  his  chest  as  his  tone  shifted to a more rich one, layered with the more overt desire and curiosity he felt towards her.  His  hand   moved  upwards,  following  the  curl  of  hair,  and  now  brushed  warm  fingertips  over  the  exposed  fair  skin  of  her  collarbone, tracing the neckline of her exquisite gown; eyes finally settling back on hers.  "As  you  say,  it  is  a  great  pity."

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hit the heart softly and tenderly for a starter.

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prince daemon targaryen ( @sigilsongs ) & princess daenerys targaryen ( @zobriefyre )

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Daenerys   studied   Daemon   in   the   quiet   aftermath   of   his   words,   her   eyes   narrowing   slightly,   though   not   in   anger.   There   was   something   about   him,   always   something   that   stirred   a   sense   of   both   kinship   and   caution.   His   easy   smirk,   the   way   he   leaned   against   the   wall   as   if   the   world   were   at   his   command,   spoke   to   his   confidence—but   also   to   his   restlessness.

"I've   never   needed   marriage   to   see   the   sky,   cousin,"   she   replied,   her   voice   cool   but   edged   with   amusement.   The   fire   within   her   was   not   something   that   could   be   doused   or   dimmed   by   the   will   of   others.   She   had   always   felt   as   if   she   were   a   flame   on   the   verge   of   becoming   an   inferno,   needing   no   one   but   herself   to   fan   it.   "I   know   what   cages   are,   Daemon.   I   do   not   intend   to   let   anyone   smother   me,   soft   or   otherwise."

Her   gaze   softened   for   a   moment,   though,   lingering   on   him   as   she   stepped   closer.   There   was   a   part   of   her   that   understood   the   passion   he   spoke   of,   the   unrelenting   desire   to   be   free—something   that   only   those   who   rode   dragons   truly   understood.   It   made   sense,   then,   that   he   would   find   the   idea   of   being   bound   by   a   marriage   to   someone   without   that   fire   intolerable.

She   tilted   her   head,   studying   him   as   his   fingers   tapped   lightly   on   Dark   Sister.   There   was   a   flicker   of   something   darker   behind   her   violet   eyes,   something   knowing,   as   if   she   could   see   past   the   mask   he   wore.   "You   think   you're   the   only   one   with   interesting   dreams,   Daemon?"   she   asked   softly,   her   voice   carrying   a   teasing   lilt.   "Because   mine   are   far   from   clouded.   Though,   perhaps   it   is   a   pity   all   dragons   I   know   of   are   unavailable   to   wed   me."   It's   likely   she   would   be   at   the   mercy   of   whoever   sits   on   the   throne   and   whatever   match   they   see   for   her.  

"perhaps you've had your vision clouded, daenerys," was  his  easy  response,  reclining  against  the  wall  as  his  eyes  travelled  over  her  and  enjoyed  the  candidness  playing  in  her  voice.  mirroring  the  smirk  as  she  cast  her  gaze  over  to  him,  swimming  momentarily  in  eyes  similar,  but  softer  in  colour,  to  his  own. her eyes have always been intense, electric, the kind of terrifying beauty daemon finds enduringly enticing. "or perhaps your dreams are too bland... mine are often much more interesting,"   the  prince  often  found  himself  wondering  what  was  behind  his  younger  cousins  eyes,  what  she  may  be  thinking  about,  what  things  she  may  know.  having  control  of  three  dragons,  yet  bound  to  one  made  her  entirely  and  uniquely  fascinating  to  him.  it  was  not  the  only  reason, to be sure,  but  it  was  one  of  them. daemon drummed his fingers lightly on the pommel of dark sister, otherwise  motionless  as  she  approached  him,  smile  playing  on  his  features  as  he  tilted his head downwards  so  he  could  keep  her  eye  contact.  "then  search  for  the  sky  outside  of  marriage,  sometimes  they  are  cages  themselves,"  it  was  how  he  viewed  his  shackling  to  the  royce  woman,  and  he'd  been  content  to  never  share  her  bed.  true  passion  for  a  dragon  could  only  be  found  with  another  of  equal  standing.  "i  would  loathe  to  see  your  fire  smothered,  wed  to  some  soft  idiot,"  that  was  true,  a  mixture  of  strange  possessive  jealousy  over  the  targaryen  beauty  and  power  daenerys  represented,  and  that  of  a genuine  desire  to  see  any  of  his  kin  wed  to only  someone  worthy  of  it.  "though,  i  could  argue  that  the  only  true  way  to  see  the  sky in such a manner...  is  atop  a  dragon."

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@sigilsongs asked: ❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜ (daemon ofc)

Daenerys   paused,   her   silver   hair   gleaming   in   the   low   light   as   she   stepped   toward   him.   The   difference   in   their   height   was   undeniable—Daemon   broad   and   tall,   radiating   a   sense   of   power   that   almost   rivaled   her   own—but   she   was   no   stranger   to   standing   firm   against   men   who   thought   themselves   larger   than   life.   Her   violet   eyes,   sharp   with   curiosity   and   something   darker,   met   his,   unflinching.

"Are   you   my   enemy,   Daemon?"   she   asked,   voice   steady,   though   there   was   a   hint   of   amusement   behind   her   words.   She   took   another   step   closer,   her   chin   tilting   upward   as   her   gaze   locked   on   his   face,   studying   every   shadow,   every   sharp   angle.   "And   if   so…   does   that   mean   you   wish   to   be   my   lover?"

There   was   no   hesitance   in   her   tone—only   the   boldness   of   a   queen   unafraid   to   test   the   boundaries   of   their   conversation.   The   space   between   them   felt   charged,   crackling   with   the   weight   of   what   they   both   represented:   fire   and   blood.   Yet,   there   was   an   edge   to   her   question,   a   testing   of   the   game   he   had   set   in   motion,   to   see   if   his   bold   words   would   be   backed   by   action.

She   let   the   silence   between   them   stretch,   wondering   just   how   far   he   was   willing   to   take   it. "Perhaps you wish for me to go to a Lannister if not."

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@sigilsongs asked: ❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜ (daemon targaryen)

Gaze   fixed   on   the   sky,   watching   the   dragons   soar   through   the   clouds.   Their   wings   stretched   wide,   casting   shadows   over   the   ground   as   they   flew,   free   from   the   burdens   of   the   world   below.   Daenerys   followed   his   gaze,   her   own   eyes   tracing   the   powerful   forms   of   her   children.   She   admired   the   simplicity   of   their   flight—no   alliances,   no   wars,   no   thrones.   Just   the   sky   and   the   wind   beneath   their   wings.

Daenerys   turned   her   head   to   him,   her   silver   hair   shifting   with   the   breeze.   For   a   moment,   she   said   nothing,   simply   studying   his   face—the   sharp   lines   of   a   man   who   had   seen   the   fires   of   war,   who   carried   the   weight   of   their   bloodline.   He   had   the   fierce   pride   of   a   dragon,   but   also   the   restlessness   of   one   who   hadn’t   yet   found   his   place   in   the   world.

Her   gaze   flickered   back   to   the   sky   as   the   dragons   roared,   a   sound   that   echoed   through   her   very   bones.   "You   are   a   dragon,   Daemon,"   she   finally   replied,   her   voice   soft   but   steady,   the   hint   of   a   smile   touching   her   lips.   "And   I   happen   to   have   three."   The   unspoken   meaning   hung   in   the   air   between   them.   "You   are   not   as   mysterious   as   you   pretend   you   are."

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@sigilsongs asked: "Oh sweetness, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky." — daemon targaryen

Daemon’s   words   lingered   in   the   air,   as   rich   and   smooth   as   the   smirk   he   wore.   Daenerys   arched   a   brow,   her   lips   curving   into   a   teasing   smile,   though   a   flicker   of   something   unspoken   stirred   behind   her   violet   eyes.   “Real   men   sound   like   a   distant   dream   these   days,”   she   replied,   her   tone   light   but   her   gaze   sharp.   “Hard   to   recognize   one   when   none   have   appeared.”

She   glanced   at   Daemon,   she   suspected   he   wasn't   speaking   of   husbands   or   thrones.   He   rarely   did   when   he   turned   his   charm   on   her.   Daenerys’   thoughts   drifted   for   a   moment,   unbidden,   back   to   before   her   brother’s   death,   to   the   idea   she   had   lived   with   for   years—Viserys’   ambition   had   always   meant   them.   She   would   have   married   him,   sealed   their   bloodline   as   Targaryens   always   had.   It   was   fate,   her   duty.

But   Daemon   was   speaking   of   something   else   entirely.   Not   duty,   not   marriage.   Her   teasing   smile   softened   as   she   stepped   closer   to   him,   her   voice   a   touch   lower   now,   tinged   with   that   same   sharp   edge.   “Any   marriage   that’s   arranged   for   me   would   never   make   me   see   the   sky,”   she   murmured,   her   words   carrying   weight   beyond   the   playful   banter.   “Stars   aren’t   found   in   cages.”

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ser   jorah   had   become   a   confidante.   for   all   the   talk   about   northern   men   being   husk   and   wild,   the   man   has   honor   and   talks   wisely,   something   she   thinks   comes   with   age   and   experience   and   she   takes   his   concil   above   the   others.   so   when   news   came   of   him   leaving,   daenerys   had   to   go   and   bid   him   goodbye   herself.   "Her   Grace   can   handle   herself,   I   believe   she   is   content   with   the   reunion   with   her   husband."   at   last,   for   she   had   grown   bored   of   the   back   and   forth   between   her   and   daemon.   so   she   was   free   at   least,   though   she   knew   what   was   expected   of   her,   to   offer   her   dragons   to   new   riders,   to   increase   their   force   in   battle.   "are   you   going   north?   I   heard   that   the   greybeards   are   going   through   the   twins."  

if   he   went   north   he   might   not   return   in   a   while,   for   it   was   winter   already   and   those   were   harsh   even   for   those   born   in   it.   but   more   efforts   were   needed   for   the   taking   of   king's   landing.   "I   will   keep   you   to   that   promise   then.   i   seek   your   advise   more   than   I   do   with   others."   daenerys   admits,   eyes   looking   around   as   if   walls   could   speak   her   words   back   before   lilac   eyes   return   to   him.   "perhaps.   .   .could   I   give   you   a   favor?   for   you   to   return   to   me   safely?"   she   had   never   attended   a   tourney,   or   if   she   had,   she   had   been   far   too   young   to   give   her   favor   to   a   knight,   so   this   might   be   a   good   compensation.

@zobriefyre: You weren’t going to bid me farewell? -hotd verse

𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖘 𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖋 𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖓'𝖙. this war had been anything but easy , just from it's beginning. jorah , did as was his duty , to serve the sworn heir to the throne. he was a man of honor , and no law of man was going to change something that was so deeply rooted into the lord's being. but loyalty would not excuse laws of status. he could hold all the affection for the princess , and it wouldn't matter in the end. said the man fighting to change a law of man in that very moment. but such ground breaking moves weren't meant for him. that wasn't his part in the story.

he turned to address the princess , having only just finished preparing for his journey. a small smile graces his features. it always does whenever he's blessed by her presence. it quickly fades though , before he bows his head in reverence. ' i had assumed Her Grace required your attention. ' he informed , taking a couple steps toward her. ' it will not be long , and i'll hopefully be returning with more men for the effort. ' more men to die in a war amongst a house ... but these things never did just affect the house in question , but all in the realm were effected by the fighting amongst royal kin.

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   "i   was   told   you   had   a   wife   once."   or   two,   she   does   not   recall   properly,but   he   was   a   man   wed   once   and   she   is   amused   that   he   is   not   taking   her   words   by   heart.   why   would   she   tell   him   of   her   plans   to   take   another   man?   her   sister   married   the   sea   snake   despite   the   man   being   twice   her   age,   and   perhaps   it's   in   her   genes,   to   find   comfort   and   companionship   in   a   man   that   was   older   than   she   was.  

daenerys   often   said   herself   that   she   got   bored   of   the   young   men,   easy   as   they   come,   easy   they   leave.   "what   if   I   said   I   would   like   to   show   that   devotion   to   you,   ser   jorah?"   eyes   stare   back   at   him,   one   step   closer   to   him   as   she   flashes   a   smile.   "if   I   misread   things,   then   I   do   apologize   but   I   do   not   think   I'm   mistaken   that   this   is   not   a   simple   crush   on   my   side."

@zobriefyre: My knees will not tremble at the sight of a King but I will kneel down before a man of humility.

𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖌𝖔 𝖜𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 , 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊' 𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖟𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘. he would never suggest such a thing. and he'd cut a man down for suggesting such a thing , but he'd be lying if he ever once gave it a moment's thought. it would be a deception to say he hadn't lied awake thinking about the gift that would be taking her to his chambers ... but those thoughts had no place past the comforts of his private chambers. those thoughts weren't possible , but so was denying her something she desire. at least ... it was in his eyes. eyes flick around her graceful features , and had she been anyone else ... had she not been daenerys ... he would have thought it a trick. his throat clears and a flush washes over a weathered face. ' he would be a lucky man , Princess ... to be shown such devotion. '

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pst, for hotd, there are two unclaimed dragons right here, if you say please.