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genessia2019-06-24 06:58 pm
decisiveconquest) wrote in genessia2019-06-24 06:58 pm
Entry tags:
(Accepting Defeat)
Who: Daenerys & Rhaegar (Second Prompt is Open~)
What: Giving a sacrifice to open another subarchway.
When: Now?
Where: Fayren
Warnings: Game of Thrones destruction/death themes.
(I. For a Son -)
(She sent a message to her brother, clutching a sharp pair of scissors in her hand. This is long overdue, yet she is glad she has waited. This way, the loss will serve a purpose; a great purpose.)
Rhaegar,
I am bringing my son home.
(Drawing her thick braids over her shoulder, she begins to cut them, paying no attention to how haphazard the cuts might be. Her fingers ache under the strain and as the braids fall, she begins to shake, tears welling in her eyes.)
(II. Aftermath -)
(The great black Dragon stays close to his mother, making soft sounds of relief whenever she turns to touch his muzzle or cheek. Daenerys's pale hair now barely reaches her shoulders - the cuts she made haven't been evened out, but there is a sense of renewal about her. The past can't be shed entirely, of course, but now that she has truly, fully admitted defeat, maybe she will be able to find some peace.)
Easy. (She coaxes Drogon when she sees the people of Fayren.) They're not here to hurt you or me.
What: Giving a sacrifice to open another subarchway.
When: Now?
Where: Fayren
Warnings: Game of Thrones destruction/death themes.
(I. For a Son -)
(She sent a message to her brother, clutching a sharp pair of scissors in her hand. This is long overdue, yet she is glad she has waited. This way, the loss will serve a purpose; a great purpose.)
Rhaegar,
I am bringing my son home.
(Drawing her thick braids over her shoulder, she begins to cut them, paying no attention to how haphazard the cuts might be. Her fingers ache under the strain and as the braids fall, she begins to shake, tears welling in her eyes.)
(II. Aftermath -)
(The great black Dragon stays close to his mother, making soft sounds of relief whenever she turns to touch his muzzle or cheek. Daenerys's pale hair now barely reaches her shoulders - the cuts she made haven't been evened out, but there is a sense of renewal about her. The past can't be shed entirely, of course, but now that she has truly, fully admitted defeat, maybe she will be able to find some peace.)
Easy. (She coaxes Drogon when she sees the people of Fayren.) They're not here to hurt you or me.