amusement dances through eyes almost as violet as hers, his grin breaks wide as he bows with all the years of royal upbringing. perhaps he is a terrible prince, but tonight? tonight he is in his element. tonight he is the prince of festivities.
‘ you my lady, have come to the right place. welcome to the palace of thinking about nothing. that, is our speciality. ‘
his arm is offered, guiding her into the admittedly grotty town home. hes actually recently tidied. okay maybe he hadn’t, but he had hired a cleaning crew. which was kind of good? though admittedly he’d tipped them heavily out of sheer embarrassment for the shit they’d found in their rooms.
‘ pick your poison, mirthroot? the finest in the land. the strongest alcohol able to be bought in lunathion? at your finger tips. or we have my sisters favourite, the complete series of fangs and bangs to be left on while eating junk food and picking who is the least despicable. for me, i usually pick mirthroot and really loud music. but then again, yknow — fae idiot. ‘
❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜ // ruhn & daenerys // @kaerinio
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Upon skyward palms sits an immaculate case constructed of a most brilliant silver. Precious embossments, wrought in the likeness of celestial bodies, envelop the gleaming surface. It is wrapped simply, adorned with only a curling black velvet ribbon, for Daenerys couldn't bear the thought of sheathing such a treasure. “You see,” a thumb brushes over one of the many shining stars on the casing, “on the eve we first met, the sky appeared as such.” Her smile is nothing short of spectacular, and a sudden buzz of energy seems to emanate as she presses the gift into Feyre's hands, encouraging, “Open it, and think of a color — — — any color.” Any color, indeed. Inside is a palette most magnificent! Enchanted to conjure any desired shade in one of twelve little compartments. // HAPPY BIRTHDAY FEYRE!!!!!! @kaerinio
__________🏹 TATTOOED HANDS GENTLY TAKE THE OFFERED GIFT. she is stunned at its beauty, the silver gleaming in the soft light of the room && seemingly setting the stars on its surface ablaze. it is already precious to her with such a reminder of a lifetime of friendship clearly engraved on its cover. she unclasps the side && thinks of her favorite color of all ( the deep violet hue of her mate's eyes, captivating && clever ) there is a gasp of surprise to see the color appear in one of the compartments && surprise turns to joy. she has tried to capture the intricacies of the shade before, always falling just a bit short in conveying its gleam && shine. a problem no longer !! with one arm, she pulls her friend into an embrace, the gift held lovingly between them. ❛ this is so incredibly thoughtful. i will treasure it always. ❜
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[ QUIET ]: on a cozy night in with the receiver, as they curl up together on the sofa/in bed, the sender says “i love you” to them. // @kaerinio to morgan
__________♕ THEY ARE A TANGLE OF LIMBS IN THEIR SHARED BED. where one ends, the other begins. here, in the quiet of their room, they are free to lie in the simple truth that binds their souls together. forged in fire && strengthened by promises made, this is the peace they have both searched so far for ( the witch has never had someone stay, never had anyone think she was enough && yet she places her heart in the hands of the queen, trusting that dany will never bring harm to it ) the whispered confession brings a staggering breath to her pale lips && she brings her forehead to rest against the other's. this is her center, her gravity. words cannot possibly capture the vastness of her feeling && so she whispers back, ❛ i love you too. ❜ perhaps that is also enough.
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daenerys targaryen asked: " 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎? "
she slithers down the pole with a captivating smile ────── a slow and languid descent, her thighs spreading as she lowers herself flush atop the stage, eye-level with @kaerinio...
" no one. no where. " she answers honestly, her head tilting ― dark velvet locks slipping off her shoulder as she begins a careful crawl towards the edge of the stage and to the woman gazing upon her. " why? do you like the way i dance? "
𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜' 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 (ac)
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@kaerinio liked for a starter !!
__________🌩 SHE STILL CARRIES THE BRUISES OF HER ATTEMPTED ASSASSINATION PROMINENTLY ALONG HER NECK && CHEEKBONES. she cannot seem to find it in herself to release the tension in her shoulders as she stands at attention in front of the other. the pain is a constant, subtle throb below the surface, but she buries it for now, willing her mind to note what she can about amber's replacement. technically, the other girl isn't in her chain of command, but authority must be respected no matter what squad or wing the leader came from. godsdamned codex. ❛ you asked to see me, wingleader ?? ❜
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BUT I LOVE YOU WITH MY WHOLE CHEST 😍
THE WAY I'VE BEEN INSANE OVER YOU AND YOUR MUSES FOR YEARS.
YEARS, LUXX!!!
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@kaerinio told geralt : “There was nowhere else to go.”
understanding bleeds from geralt’s eyes ; little can be done to contain his emotions when dany is around . he’s longed so many times , on the road , to be returned to a place of fellowship and safety so he’s happy to oblige . to become that place for her . “ i know that feeling all - too - well . ” he’s sympathetic , offering daenerys a hand down from her horse onto the cold , snowy causeway leading to kaer morhen . golden eyes follow her ; too caring for the monster some would have him be .
“ --- but you’ll be safe here . all of you . ” for he has noticed dany isn’t alone . her dragons , not quite a large as young wyvern yet - but approaching - are circling lowly . “ there’re deep caves in the side of the mountain . not quite the same luxury as a fireside but it’ll shelter them from the weather until morning , at least . ”
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she tells him she is unbreakable. the hesitation is not that he doubts that. he sees the strength that has tied her to this plane no matter how long she has suffered losses. but he sees something else. he sees the weariness, the wearing of her strength as allies become enemies and advisors offer poor wisdom.
he is not of this place, he cannot stay here to guide her. he cannot cast away her enemies. only when they fall can he come to her side to spirit away their souls to his brother, to catch them as they tumble from life to death. but she is his constant. as death is constant to so many, she is constant to him.
‘ i do not think you will shatter. but i see you — i see how tired you are of holding your spine stiff and straight. i see the shadows that flit through your thoughts unbidden as ghosts who hide in the dark. i hesitate because i do not know if my touch will ease these burdens or amplify. i do not know if death can shepherd peace and leave a soul living. ‘
pale digits flex at his side, a hand raising slowly to let a long silver braid twist around his fingers. thumb brushing down the length. a breath as he watched her, there is a peculiar intensity to his gaze. he is eternal, he has been here since the beginning, and he will be here at the end. but — he remains here, in the present, for her.
❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜ // thanatos & daenerys // @kaerinio
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i will fight with everything i have, too. // @kaerinio
__________🏹 THERE IS A YAWNING ABYSS IN HER CHEST AS SHE EYES HER FRIEND. the coming war with hybern will not spare any court ( the bitter lump of fear that forms in her throat nearly chokes her to know that it is possible that not everyone she loves may see the other side. her family, her friends, her people. she fights for them, but at what cost ?? ) slowly, she bows her head towards her chest, briefly overcome by the swelling appreciation that she has loved so dearly. she knows, she cannot let her terror override the cause they seek to uphold: a free prythian for all, human && fae alike. even if they do not see it, there will still be a world for others to call home. it is enough. ❛ it will be an honor to fight at your side, my friend. ❜
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[ PRESS ] for the shorter muse to take hold of the taller one’s face to pull them down so they can press their foreheads together. // @kaerinio for morgan !!
__________♕ THEY MUST HAVE BEEN BETRAYED. it is the only thing that explains how most of the queen's guard had been called to another disturbance or how these assassins have found their way into the throne room. it knots a pit of burning anger in her stomach, threatening to consume her as she moves in front of daenerys. assassin eyes track her; the boldest amongst them spit at her feet ( she knows the rumors that swirl amongst the people, that the witch of westeros ensared the queen's mind to siphon power they call her whore, monster, demon behind her back they cannot fathom that her intentions could be true, bound together by a golden thread of love ) when she has descended the dais steps, she pauses && looks over her shoulder, a sad smile pulling at her lips. ❛ close your eyes, dany. ❜
♕__________ CLOSE YOUR EYES && REMEMBER ME AS I ONCE WAS TO YOU. there is no line she would not cross, no forbidden magic she wouldn't embrace if it meant keeping all she held dear safe. as she turns her back on her queen, her love, she raises her delicate hand, fingers curling inward into a fist. every candle in the room flickers out && a heavy unnatural shadow floods the space. no one can see past its veil, no one, that is, but her. if these men are foolish enough to threaten her heart, they will die like the prey they are. once, across the see, she had been labeled the queen of air && darkness; she had been feared for all she could do && what she could become. monstrous, a fraction of a woman.
__________♕ THOUGH SHE STEALS THE BREATH FROM THEIR LUNGS WITH HER POWER, SHE RESOLVES THAT IT WILL BE HER HAND THAT LAYS THE FINAL BLOW. tooth && claw rip into flesh, her body stuck between a transformation of this one && the faerie beneath ( the men cannot even scream as the silence stretches on && on, the only sound coming from bodies torn apart in her rage ) it takes her a moment to pause, to realize what she has done, && with a flick of her wrist, the darkness disappears. she is left standing in a lake of blood, corpses strewn at her feet && dress ruined beyond repair, the crimson staining her hands, her mouth; she cannot meet dany's gaze. shame fills her, for what she had to do, && she rubs her palms together as if the movement can rid her of the sin.
♕__________ HER BODY SHAKES AS THE QUEEN APPROACHES, her own gown dragging across weapons && fallen enemies. morgan will go without argument if the queen wishes to dismiss her, if she has seen all of her && deems it unworthy of being at her side. only dany reaches up, takes her face in hand, && brings their foreheads together. gentle hands wipe away the blood flecked along her alabaster cheeks, a thumb runs along morgan's lips. it cannot rid her of the iron taste, but it is lovingly cleaned away the kindness threatens to break her but truly, nothing could have prepared her for the words that follow. every part of you leaves me in wonder. it cracks something deep inside of her ( tears she hasn't shed in years burn in her eyes ), her shoulders caving in as she dares to place her hands on the other's shoulders. this is peace, this is acceptance ... --
this is coming home.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVELY!! I hope your day has been magnificent! 💕✨
thank you so much hon, you're so sweet 😭
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@kaerinio sent: such tales don’t deter me from my request.
jack sparrow may look as fool—sometimes he may even be one, but he knows the dangers of telling ‘no’ to a woman. moreover, a woman who so kindly hosted his weary crew in her own palace, fed them, and asked for their captain’s presence so that he likely may be pliant enough to pay back what is due. a woman they call queen in more languages than jack can distinguish (and jack is a well-traveled man), with three sizeable dragons to do her bidding. nothing speaks against acquiescing such a woman’s request. yet sparrow eats the spiced food he’s served and drinks much to the last drop of wine in his cup and refuses to talk business until his belly is full. it’s been a long voyage. queen daenerys watches him: truthfully, he hasn’t displayed his best manners, but her expectant scrutiny is definitely due to something past mere formalities. the two unsullied in the room are keeping a martial stance, so tense that if they could grow a third eye on the side of their heads, they would. jack leans back on the gilded chair, earrings swaying in the motion.
“i admit, i’m flattered.”
it’s theatrical, the way he says it, like he doesn’t mean it. he probably doesn’t, but gives her a crooked smile as a proof of good will. play it smart, jack. she’s a targaryen. “what d’you need a ship for, when you have three big dragons?” he begins fidgeting with the golden coin braided in his dark hair. “what d’you need my ship for?”
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things my friends' muses have said: " 𝚒'𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. "
despite her reverence for the breaker of her chains ────── hera cannot ignore the fear twisting within, the sharpened end of a bitter memory. first, a king who's affiliation stole her very reason to breathe... next, a queen? but hands hold nothing more but filth, her lips once sweet now chapped and drained of color. what else, she wonders, can be taken if her name mingles with another crown?
she dares not to lift her gaze, decides it best to keep eyes low and fixed upon the stones beneath her feet instead of @kaerinio. " my apologies, your grace... " voice quivers, tongue dry with apprehension as she resists a glance and tears. " i do not believe i have much to offer you in this... i know nothing of politics nor war, my queen ― only pleasure...and pain. "
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@kaerinio said: ❛ do you believe dreams have any deeper meaning? ❜
it is both a strange sort of thing to ask a cleric and exactly what she might expect to hear asked. dreams are a strange land, both real and unreal in the way they strike the senses. in the way the mind cannot seem to navigate them. zya spares daenerys a glance as they set up camp, trying to catch deeper meaning in the question itself before she answers.
"the gods sometimes speak to us in dreams," she says, speaking as carefully as though the words were steps in an ordered dance. "and sometimes it is only our own minds that speak through sleep. it can be difficult to tell which have deeper meaning and which are only images."
what it is about the way daenerys asks, zya isn't sure. but she does not believe that it is the dream visitors she's speaking of. "for most, i think, their dreams are only dreams. the whispers of a god sometimes, perhaps, but so easily forgotten that it matters very little. but for others...for others, they are more."
she pauses, studying daenerys a moment. "your dreams," she says. "do they come true? you speak as though you know more than you wished to ask."
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