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aerltarg · 2 months

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thinking again about my sad boys, aegon and rhaegar, the dragonbane and the last dragon, being depressed since childhood, finding solace in their happy ladies, daenaera and lyanna. but while aegon's older siblings died, rhaegar lost his younger ones. but hey, at least aegon got to be close to his dear younger bro viserys! meanwhile, rhaegar just couldn't have a chance to build any proper relationship with his younger bro viserys, with everything between them. also to think that daeron the young dragon was aegon and daenaera's son and jon, rhaegar and lyanna's son, admired him and considered him one of his heroes... oh bless them, i love them so much

[...] As she stood before the king that Maiden’s Day, clad in pale white silk, Myrish lace, and pearls, her long hair shining in the torchlight and her cheeks flush with excitement, Daenaera was but six years old, yet so beautiful she took the breath away. The blood of Old Valyria was strong in her, as is oft seen in the sons and daughters of the seahorse; her hair was silver laced with gold, her eyes as blue as a summer sea, her skin as smooth and pale as winter snow. “She sparkled,” Mushroom says, “and when she smiled, the singers in the galley rejoiced, for they knew that here at last was a maid worthy of a song.” Daenaera’s smile transformed her face, men agreed; it was sweet and bold and mischievious, all at once. Those who saw it could not fail to think, “Here is a bright, sweet, happy little girl, the perfect antidote to the young king’s gloom.” (Fire & Blood)

When Aegon III returned her smile and said, “Thank you for coming, my lady, you look very pretty,” even Lord Unwin Peake surely must have known that the game was lost. (Fire & Blood)

[...] Hope and good feeling reigned over the Red Keep as the new year dawned. Though younger than her predecessor, Queen Daenaera was a happier child, and her sunny nature did much to lighten the king’s gloom…for a while, at the least. Aegon III was seen about the court more often than had been his wont, and even left the castle on three occasions to show his bride such sights as the city offered (though he refused to take her to the Dragonpit, where Lady Rhaena’s young dragon, Morning, made her lair). His Grace seemed to take a new interest in his studies, and Mushroom was oft summoned to entertain the king and queen at supper (“The sound of the queen’s laughter was like music to this fool, so sweet that even the king was known to smile”). (Fire & Blood)

[...] “But I am not certain it was in Rhaegar to be happy.” “You make him sound so sour,” Dany protested. “Not sour, no, but… there was a melancholy to Prince Rhaegar, a sense…” The old man hesitated again. “Say it,” she urged. “A sense…?” “…of doom. He was born in grief, my queen, and that shadow hung over him all his days.” Viserys had spoken of Rhaegar's birth only once. Perhaps the tale saddened him too much. “It was the shadow of Summerhall that haunted him, was it not?” “Yes. And yet Summerhall was the place the prince loved best. He would go there from time to time, with only his harp for company. Even the knights of the Kingsguard did not attend him there. He liked to sleep in the ruined hall, beneath the moon and stars, and whenever he came back he would bring a song. When you heard him play his high harp with the silver strings and sing of twilights and tears and the death of kings, you could not but feel that he was singing of himself and those he loved.” (ASOS, Daenerys IV)

“At the welcoming feast, the prince had taken up his silver-stringed harp and played for them. A song of love and doom, Jon Connington recalled, and every woman in the hall was weeping when he put down the harp.” (ADWD, The Griffin Reborn)

“The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle.” (ASOS, Bran II)

“By night the prince played his silver harp and made her weep. When she had been presented to him, Cersei had almost drowned in the depths of his sad purple eyes.” (AFFC, Cersei V)

“No one knew,” said Meera, “but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face.” (ASOS, Bran II)

“Whoever he was, the old gods gave strength to his arm. [...] the common folk cheered lustily for the Knight of the Laughing Tree, as the new champion soon was called. When his fallen foes sought to ransom horse and armor, the Knight of the Laughing Tree spoke in a booming voice through his helm, saying, 'Teach your squires honor, that shall be ransom enough.'” (ASOS, Bran II)

“He could hear her still at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black.” (AGOT, Eddard I)

“Robert will never keep to one bed,” Lyanna had told him at Winterfell, on the night long ago when their father had promised her hand to the young Lord of Storm’s End. “I hear he has gotten a child on some girl in the Vale.” Ned had held the babe in his arms; he could scarcely deny her, nor would he lie to his sister, but he had assured her that what Robert did before their betrothal was of no matter, that he was a good man and true who would love her with all his heart. Lyanna had only smiled. “Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature. (AGOT, Eddard IX)

“It was said that Rhaegar had named that place the tower of joy.” (AGOT, Eddard X)

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soaringlanddormitory · 5 years

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🐷 - Ren/Mai, 🎮🏰 - Kai/Manami, ❄️ - End of the World Trio

Yes!! I love all of these!! I’m gonna have so much fun !!

Ren/Mai

🐷 Our muses visit a zoo!

There were times when Ren wished he could spend more time with his sibling. He always spend the whole day with his family when he wasn’t in school- but sometimes he craved for more time with them. Those people were the ones he treasured most, after all! Luckily, he found a way to spend time with his sister during the weekend.

He heard from Takashi that there was a zoo that was newly opened 2 weeks ago and he handed out some free tickets because he, as he says, “accidentally” bought more than he was supposed to. Ren rejected his offer a couple of times, but after giving a thought that he could actually bring his sister there, he later on accepted it and he thanked his upperclassmen for a whole hour.

Now, he had the chance to ask Mai to come with him since he asked his parents ahead of time and they both allowed him. They seemed more than happy to give him permission! The siblings were always close, after all. “Mai.” He opened the door to their room and he felt his little sister instantly hug him. “I wanted to ask you something!”

Mai’s golden eyes looked up at her brother as she continued to hug him. She did notice he was hiding something behind his back. “What is it?” Her whole body language showed excitement as she let go of her brother to jump around, waiting for the question he wanted to ask. “Is it a trip? I want to go a trip! Is it a gift? I love gifts!”

Ren began laughing as the hyper ball of energy showed how excited she was. “I wanted to bring you to a zoo.”

It was obvious enough- the two siblings ended up being in a zoo that day and he held his sister’s hand as she began dragging him everywhere. He couldn’t change the smile on his face, he knew it was going to stay there the whole day. “I want to go to the lions now! I want to see the cubs! Oh wait! There are zebras too!” She was holding the map on the other hand as she gasped at every animal that she saw on it.

“Pick one by one, we can’t go to all places at the same time.” He grinned at her and she looked back at her brother for a moment. “We can look at the lions and their cubs first because it’s nearer and then we can look at the animals in order, okay?” He knelt down for a moment so he could pat his sister on the head.

Mai blinked for a few moments before a smile appeared on her face and she nodded quickly. “Okay, okay! Anything that Ren says!” She stated those words, and he began standing up again so she could continue leading him around. “To the cubs! Then to the monkeys! Then to the bird!” She suddenly made her own little song about meeting the animals in the zoo.

Her brother could only feel his heart get softer than before as he continued to walk with Mai. Weekends like these were always great, and his little sister was always someone he could go to so he could feel happier again. “Mai? Can you hear me?”

She stopped singing for a moment, but she could continue walking to the areas. “Yes!”

“I hope you know that you’re the best little sister ever.”

Mai stopped on her tracks when he stated those words, but she suddenly jumped to him to give him a tackle hug. He began patting her head a couple of times, his smile turning wider as she continued to hug him. “While you’re best brother ever!!”

Kei/Manami

🎮 Our muses play video-games together!

It was one of those moments when Manami decided to go to the house of the Eizans again. It was frequent, but no matter what- her brother still had this certain feeling burning on his chest as she told him she wanted to visit. He never truly trusted an Eizan completely.

However, things might have changed ever since he met Kei. At least he was someone he could fully trust, and his sister told him a lot of stories. Manami smiled at her brother before hugging him. “See you later, Taka!!” She says this with a cheerful voice before she looked up at Masashi who opened the door and he began leading her inside the house.

Manami was patiently waiting for her friend to come out the room, and she was used to the screaming inside the house. Once someone opened the room, he growled. “Maybe you could have told me in the first place that she was fucking here!” He yelled at his older brother and there was only a screech in reply.

“KEI! YOU HAVE TO LEARN HOW TO RESPECT ME MORE!” Masashi yelled back and Manami only stared at the two before standing up and going to Kei with some games inside a plastic.

“Kei-chi!!” She happily called his name and the expression of Kei softened once he spotted her waving at him. She was someone who considered him as a friend, and there were countless of times when she actually made him feel special. “I brought some games that Zuzu stopped playing!” She lifted up a bag. “We should play these!!”

Well, Kei did like games and he couldn’t say no to the girl who seemed very excited to play the games with him. “We should play these games. Anything to not be with my fucking brothers.” Before Masashi could get even madder at him, he brought Manami inside the room and locked the door behind it. “Damn it, always ruining my fun!” His voice was loud enough for Masashi to hear from the other side and Manami only sat down before tilting her head. “Let’s start playing.” He walked to her and sat beside her.

She grinned at him before placing out all the games from the bag. “They’re a lot! Zuzu had a lot of games when he was a kid. There is Assassins Creed, God of War, Call of Duty… Oh there was Little Big Planet too! And this race car game!” She was naming all the video games she saw and Kei only looked at each game that she mentioned. “GTA! Then there is something like Persona!”

Kei was bombarded with all of the games she brought, she stated a name, one after another and he noticed that the list of games were just piling up. “So how long will you be here, Kuga?” He asked this question while preparing the second controller of his game. She thought for a moment and suddenly clasped her hands together.

“Taka said I can stay until 6!” She was a bit surprised by this, because Takashi usually fetched her earlier than that time. “So I will be here for a rather long time!” Her smile suddenly faded after her last sentence, and Kei began panicking internally, wondering what caused her to feel sad all of a sudden. “I hope you don’t get bored because I… I am the only one here.”

He was shocked with her words, but at the same time he felt his heart drop. “Hell no! I won’t get bored!” He protested before handing her the controller. “You know what? We are playing all these fucking games until you’re leaving and not a single shit in the world will stop us.”

The eyes of Manami lighted up again before she moved closer to him. “If Kei-chi says so!”

🏰 Our muses in the time of knights, princes, dragons, ect!

Their were several kingdoms inside the whole area. Different people ruled the kingdoms, and they were either ruling by fear, respect or love. It could be a mix, but that was pretty rare. One boy didn’t like his kingdom in general despite that he was a prince. He never really enjoyed being such. He had to stay in the house with his two brothers who had completely different morals from him, and a father who loved ruling by fear…

He wasn’t like them.

He did not want to rule a kingdom by fear, he did not want to play the people as if they were his chess pieces- he didn’t want to make them feel as if they need to obey or else there will be punishment… He was different from them. He wanted something better than fear. So that’s what made him leave the kingdom with no trace.

He placed on a hood and left, rebelling against his own family. He was sure that there would be some who would be angry, but he was not going to be like the people around him. He doesn’t fear them at all, and he can’t find the reason to. Suddenly, he spotted a female who was wearing a similar cloak to him as she climbed a tree. He attempted to hide from the person, but once he saw her hood fall down, he could just freeze. “Princess Kuga?!”

She was someone from the kingdom which his hated. It was because of both kings not being in good terms, and this probably somehow made the whole kingdoms never become allies. He did get to see her a couple of times and he met because of parties. She was one of the nicest people he met, and he had no idea why people thought a princess like her wasn’t a good one.

The female jumped off the tree as soon as her name was called and she walked over to the mysterious figure before he removed his cloak. “Prince Kei!!” She smiled immediately before she hugged him. “I didn’t expect you to be here! I decided to pick up some apples today!” She pointed at her basket and Kei looked over at the direction she was pointing at.

“Doesn’t your knight usually do that? Or your servants?” He began questioning, knowing how both her brothers and her father was over protective over her. She puffed her cheeks before crossing her arms.

“I wanted to do it myself so I can meet the bunnies in the forest…” His eyes softened and he only thought about how pure she was. She was a princess from a strong kingdom, and yet she was one of the nicest people. She was someone who tried bringing out the best of others, even if they may be considered one of the worst. Even those words were soft, and she wasn’t even trying. “So can you help me?”

“Helping you meet a bunny is nothing compared to surviving with my damn brothers.” He commented on this making Manami’s eyes shine. “So let’s look for those fucking rodents.”

“Okay! But I want to ask you… why are you here? I love seeing you but I am curious!”

Maybe he could tell her the reason why he was there after they did what she wanted to do… “I’ll tell you after looking for them.”

End of the World Trio

❄ Our muses are stranded outside during a snowstorm!

Who knew that a deadly trio would actually be stranded outside during a snowstorm. Who could actually guess that was possible? They had two calm and pretty intelligent men and they has Mister Inferno himself. From all people in the world- why did that happen to them? Currently, the three were stuck outside of shelter because the snowstorm came in out of the blue.

“How the fuck did this happen?!” Ichiro practically yelled as he kicked the snow. “I’ll fucking fight God himself if he doesn’t make this shit stop!” He, once again, showed his anger by doing random gestures to the snow- as if the snow gets hurt by his doings. “YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?!” He looked up to the sky and cursed at the wind as someone began chuckling.

“There you are again.” Shigeo began grinning. “You really can’t hold your anger no matter what.” He was showing his smug attitude even if they were basically stranded in the middle of nowhere. He wouldn’t admit he was freezing, he had to keep it to himself. He didn’t want to show that he was feeling quite cold himself.

“Wear the jacket.” Naoki lifted up a piece of cloth, his eyes staring blankly at Shigeo who only chose to squint at the jacket then at Naoki. “Why are you not taking it? I don’t think three layers of clothing will be enough, the snowstorm is only getting stronger from now on.”

“I wouldn’t wear something with that kind of pattern.” He stated bluntly. “I do believe my set of clothes is enough.”

“Would you rather fucking freeze to death then, dumbass?!” Ichiro brought up and Shigeo rolled his eyes. “I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU! YOU’RE JUST AS DUMB AS NAOKI!” This got him a twitch from Naoki, who stared at him for a good 10 seconds before speaking up against him.

“Who is the dumbass who decided it was a good idea to kick snow around like a kid?” Naoki raised an eyebrow before Ichiro began glaring at him and Shigeo actually found amusement in this whole situation… despite on the location they were in right now.

“What the fuck did you just say to me, asshole?!”

“What are you going to do?” Shigeo smirked. “Set yourself on fire again? I think that’s actually a good thing to do now. At least none of us will freeze to death.” He commented and one of their faces suddenly started to become red with anger. “Oh? Is the fire going to start now?”

“I SWEAR I WILL FUCKING MURDER THE BOTH OF YOU!”

#ask #writing #ren #manami #naoki #other people's ocs #mai #kei #shigeo #ichiro

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ilillywhite · 7 years

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Happy in Bali

In four years I have lost a home via a fire, our Daughter of 37 yrs , my Mother,( she was diagnosed with stage four cancer two days before Melanie’s suicide ) a business and recently my father. I have been helping others reach their highest potential since 2001 but in the last few years I realized my life’s work was only beginning. Instead of retiring into life I was getting re-fired up.

Through the grief I wrote two of my books hoping they would help others through sorrow and discovered my writings were really facilitating me. I called this time in my life “dark night of the soul”, “the awe of the raw.” Grief is a collective; loss of any kind must be nurtured together. Each of us will experience this at some time in our lives. We need to live the life of lionheartedness; to venture into joy while in our sadness for here lays our holy grail. I had to open my mouth and serve, dish it out. I could not cook something up to teach via reading a book, I had to live it.

It was time to set the table, to break bread together and share.

My husband John served in the RCMP for 35 year. His last seven years of policing was serving around the world with the UN.

One of the places he was stationed was East Timor, Indonesia. During his deployment of eighteen months we visited Bali.

My first experience off getting of the plane is forever etched into my memory. The music of the Gamelan is the traditional ensemble music of Bali. It is made up predominantly of percussive instruments. This music sinks into your heart and drifts into your soul. The fragrance of Bali flowers. Nothing evokes that tropical feeling quite like the frangipani. The sweet smell of Balinese spices. Cinnamon, ginger, turmeric, cumin , all wrapped into one big smell of delicious. You mind is filled with sensations & vibrations that can be life changing, healing and seductive.

Our arrival is midnight, it is hot, dark and humid. I do not mind, I have my knight of 30 yrs with me and I am filled with passion. We are not able to see much but it is the humidity I remember most. There are huge white statues everywhere, I gaze and ask our driver what they are. “Temples” he replies. We arrive at our destination , Shankari Sacred Retreat at 2:00am.

Upon awakening on our first day, I am overwhelmed by the foliage and beauty surrounding me. There are an abundance of flowers I have never seen before, butterflies the size of my fist with colors that are breathtaking. We are invited to Shankari’s Palace , her private home to meet her and family. She is married at the time to a prince , Dewi.

The palace is filled with mosaics made by Shankari and I have never been exposed to this much beauty. It is awe-inspiring.

We are invited by Dewi to visit a family temple At temple we see statues of Bedogol . This statue is the Balinese name for the gate guardian, usually called Dwarapala. The Balinese are Hindu. As I observe a family kneeling in prayer Dewi says “Lilly you can go ahead and take pictures”. If you came into my Catholic church in Canada and began taking pictures of me kneeling in prayer, I would be insulted.” “Lilly, in Bali we don’t think that way”. My lessons on service, love, forgiveness & acceptance are just beginning. I but feel very immature.

We are into day three at Shankari Sacred Retreat when we meet a cheerful young women from the US .She invites us to join her to visit Menjangan Island , a small island, located 5 miles to the north-west of Bali and is part of the Indonesian archipelago .It is a twenty-minute boat ride to the island. We are to snorkel. Something I have never done before and looking forward to. Within ten minutes, halfway point, a storm is brewing. As we advance, the waves take over, knock a few of us backwards. The look on John’s face would be laughable if this was not so serious. It feels like I am in a movie. I have a life jacket on but remind myself to stop laughing, I cannot swim. Our guide makes the decision it is too dangerous and we head back to shore.

Once we disembark the storm is raging. Karen suggest that instead of heading back to Shankari’s which is almost an hour’s drive we find sanctuary at a resort she visit’s often. It is called Taman Sari, (Garden of Angels) located on the Bali Sea. Both John and I are enamored and make a decision to register and return the next day. We are given Villa number 9, facing the ocean. The room has an outdoor shower with coconut trees ,floral fauna in surprising bright foliage.

Lillies, , My Gawd, there is a Lillie pond in the bathroom.

Our first evening I dress and wait outside for John. I stand under a frangipani tree. As I reach up to pick a flower to put in my hair, I hear a voice, a soft accent singing voice that says ”Hello , and may I ask who you are?” In front of me stands a handsome man with eyes and a smile that melts my heart. He tells me his name is Prana, like energy. I shake his hand and he asks, “ are you interested in spiritually?”

I almost say, ”Does a bear poop in the woods but reframe from such reference and reply, ”Yes, how did you know?” “ You are dressed in White”. “Oh”, I chuckle, “I love wearing white here in Bali, it’s refreshing.” John enters into our conversation and Prana asks us to join him for dinner. As we break bread together we find out he owns the place plus another resort located in his village in Umabian, Tabanan, . We are invited to spend time with him and his family the following day.

Prana is actually Agung Prana , King of his village.

In the morning his driver picks us up and we are driven from North Bali to his village near Mengwi. On route, I see the highest mountain in Bali . Mount Agung .It dominates the surrounding area, influencing the climate. I also see the largest Christmas plants that we know as Poinsettias . The Poinsettia is a huge tree in Bali. I see mangoes, mangosteen, bananas, jackfruit , pineapple, salak (snake fruit), papaya, melon, oranges, custard-apple, coconut and durian.

My gastrointestinal and all my senses are speechless.

Once we arrive in his village we are taken directly to a Balinese celebration. The Galungan – this is an important festival in Bali. The sights, sounds, music, offering baskets and men and women wearing traditional wear embrace us.

After ceremony we proceed to Agung Prana home, are greeted by his wife , Ibu Rene .Rene is introduced to us as Prana’s ex girlfriend. He has a wonderful sense of humor and one of the reasons John enjoys him. Prana’s mother is 92 yrs young.

We are shown our villa. It is breath taking. I have lost my breath so many times on this trip I am not sure why I am not dizzy. Ibu Rene brings me a kebaya ( a Balinese ceremony top and a sarong. She explains how to wear and wrap the sarong so it is tight.

We are then escorted to a small table under a papaya tree.

We are served Bali coffee, which has the taste of tobacco, and chocolate, a serving of fruit arrives and to my delight Agung Prans’s mother visit us. She reaches up, picks a papaya from above and hands it to me. I begin to cry. As tears of gratitude stream down my face, she places both hands on my cheek and kisses me. Perhaps she is happy we are visiting. Tourism was not bountiful in 2003. In 2002 they had the Bali Bombing and people travelling to Asia were still in fear. When I asked Prana about the bombing and the symbolism it meant for Bali his reply.” It has taught us that we depend too much on tourism. We need to find another way to be of service.”

The following week John leaves to return to East Timor, I stay in Bali.

One evening Prana invites me to Ubud. I am shown my villa two doors down from his. I have my own private pool, marble floors, king bed. I am once again bathing in luxury. What did I ever do to deserve this? The answer comes forward as I sleep “How do I best serve”? I awake in the middle of night with the answer.

“Bring people to Bali for their own Sacred Spiritual Journey”. “Spirit, are you joking me, who in the hell is going to fly halfway around the world with me?” I hear, “This is your mission, I will make it possible .”

Ya, right, let’s see that in action” Are you willing? “Fabulously” I reply. Come morning plans begin to percolate as fast as I am drinking my Bali coffee.

Next day, I am alone in the vehicle with Prana’s private driver.

Prana is also on the tourism committee and has many meetings through the day. He is a man on a mission. Additionally he is the creativity behind the Coral Reef Project in Bali.

As the driver is making a turn around a corner I see an old women, perhaps she is in her 60’s’, my age now as I write this. She is sitting on the ground in front of a temple braiding a basket. I will never forget that moment. She literally looks up into my eyes’, stares, smiles, bows her head and I acknowledge her. I know intuitively the day I take my last breath she will be with me in spirit.

There is non-judgment here. People accept you for who you are. Our light and shadow. They see our weakness, they see our strength. They bow to both. They have an understanding of the purity that lives in a vigorous heart.

I spend the rest of my days asking questions about villa pricing, transport, food and yoga classes for the participants I plan on bringing. Once I open my mouth about this trip I will be ready to serve it up.

I do and the rest is now part of my history.

I opened my mouth and served via Blissful Bali Spiritual Journey.

Are you reading to travel to Bali with myself and Andrew Harvey , Nov 3-18,2017. Journey deeper into your inner mystic. For more information on this upcoming trip please go to http://www.lillywhite.ca

Open Your Mouth and Serve In four years I have lost a home via a fire, our Daughter of 37 yrs , my Mother,( she was diagnosed with stage four cancer two days before Melanie's suicide ) a business and recently my father.

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