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a starter for @facelesstargaryen​

Jaehaerys saw things. Not always but some times. He saw many things. And some times he thought he saw his father or his uncles. Rarely did he see someone with the same hair and eyes anymore. Dragonseeds such as Hugh Hammer died in the war and those that remained were on Dragonstone still talking of their dragon’s blood. So many. Some of those seeds join his City Watch and at first he thought he saw one of them. He didn’t know. But something in the brief glimpse of the other’s face as he passed him buy stopped him in his tracks. Who was there? Who stood there? 

He turned and followed just behind the other man. The golden cloak he wore trailed behind him, the layers of his Valyrian armor allowed him to stand out, caused others to move out of his way. And some who saw him just stopped and wondered who he was…they wondered which Targaryen and some knew. One someone whispered a name he never wanted to be called and he almost cut the man in half. 

“Turn around. Show me your face. Your Prince and Captain of this city demands it.” 

Jaehaerys didn’t find much use in decorum nor did he think people deserved more than to be given direct orders unless they held some sort of weight. Political weight went further than any crown. And Jaehaerys wore no crown. He didn’t need one. Targaryens only needed to exist. He needed to know if the Gods flipped his coin or if the one before him truly existed. 

turn around. 

not again. aegon ground his teeth together as he stopped in his tracks. he briefly considered just walking on, dipping into a group of people and practically disappearing into thin air. but, memory made him wary. if he still remembered the man that ordered him to stop - and he remembered vaguely at best - he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to get away so easily. seeing jaehaera again had been destabilizing enough. truly, he did not need jaehaerys to see him as well. aegon did not need to fight this fight on that day. not when he was almost certain he would lose. 

show me your face. 

was there time to slip a mask out of his pocket and put it on? he could, but not without risking it being seen. perhaps his own face wouldn’t be remembered in any case. perhaps time had made him mature and unrecognizeable enough to pass as an unfortunate passerby. 

your prince and captain of this city demands it. 

aegon’s upper lip twitched in barely contained mock amusement. at least the arrogance had not changed. everything was different but the same, it appeared. ten years down the line, and the same ghosts still howled in the hallways. 

the hood of his cloak shifted as he turned his head to look over his shoulder. “is something the matter? i am in a hurry,” something tense colored the syllables he spoke, a furrow to his brows. he wanted to keep going, he wanted to get on that ship that awaited him and return to braavos. to that place he’d painstakingly hammerd and molded into a home that didn’t know him enough to be able to forget him. not like the family that was apparently still alive in king’s landing. 

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A E G O N    T A R G A R Y E N

“the fire had been put out, ten years had passed in a flash, and aegon was only ‘home’ for a few days, before he was to sail back to braavos. ”

penned by L

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where; the red keep who; @jaehaeraxtargaryen​

he had expected things to be vastly different. 

in its stead, everything seemed almost... similar, but as though it had been moved to the side a few inches. realisitcally, he was quite aware that most of this had been destroyed in the fires, in the fight for a throne none of the fighters would ever sit upon. aegon had been far away, when the fighting had really begun. no one had even told him about it until he’d finally been out of his cell and sent on his first mission, a few bruises richer and his heart a few pounds heavier with the knowledge that he’d been here for over a year now and no one had bothered searching for him. 

it did not matter much now, in any case.

the fire had been put out, ten years had passed in a flash, and aegon was only ‘home’ for a few days, before he was to sail back to braavos. 

a quick excursion to deal a killing blow, slipping in and out unseen. nothing hard, nothing out of the ordinary. it helped that he knew his way around, with a few minor hiccups. he could even refrain from putting on one of the faces, safely secured in his bag. no one would know him here, not anymore. his hair was merely concealed with a dark hood, his eyes fixed on the bath he was walking on. 

the way inside and the purpose of his mission, the murder, was carried out quickly and seamlessly. 

getting out, would not prove to be equally as easy. 

there’d been no one in the hallway before, he would swear upon it. and yet, when he slipped back out of the room, there stood a girl. a startlingly familiar girl - no, woman - with silver hair and a way about her movements that aegon couldn’t help but stare at for a moment. a moment too long, evidently. icy indigo eyes met lavender one’s, before aegon could even think to glance away again. 

quickly as he could still manage, he turned his back on jaehaera targaryen. 

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INTRODUCTION TO THE FAITH OF OLD VALYRIA: THE GODS 

there were many major and minor gods worshipped in valyria, all of whom served a different purpose. these gods were believed to live within the largest volcano in valyria. they all had jobs to do, lessons to teach the people who believed in them. it is the gods who gave the valyrians there strength, and the gods who took it all away in the end.

many myths surrounding these gods are used to explain certain phenomena in nature, or events that have occurred in history. it was said that these gods are the ones who introduced the valyrians to the magic that brought the dragons into the world. the gods are also the cause of the doom.

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“ Around this table sit a patchwork group of people they are messy, broken, and at times utterly selfish but they are mine and to me they are fierce, kind and endlessly loving. So take care of how you speak of my family. ”

@wcrdsarewind​​ , @jaehaeraxtargaryen​​ , @facelesstargaryen​​ 

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON Phia Saban as Princess Helaena Targaryen and Tom Glynn-Carney as Prince Aegon Targaryen in 1.08 The Lord of the Tides

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♛ → THE FREE CITY OF BRAAVOS presents AEGON “THE YOUNGER” TARGARYEN, the FORMER PRINCE of THE CROWNLANDS. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the GREENS would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the TWENTY-FIVE year old MALE who was MISCHIEVOUS & ENERGETIC before they saw the first of the flames, is now CALCULATED & GUARDED after seeing the last. they’re often associated with the steady drip of blood against a dusty stone floor, distant pained shrieks of dragons and their falling riders, the charged calm before a storm. ( jamie campbell bower )

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in his later years, aegon, speaking of his origins and his upbringing, would simply say he’d once been born as someone. 

someone with a family. siblings and a mother and a father, grandparents even. someone almost… loved, at times, even if not all. someone with a name, meaningful like no other. someone destined, undoubtedly, for something either great or heartbreakingly devastating. someone who would have almost everything softly given to him in his cradle, and taken away years later during the dark of the night. someone with a dragon bound to his soul, a dragon that shrieked and cried when aegon was taken from the city. a dragon aegon felt the pain and loss of its death, even without hearing the news of it.

yes, aegon would say he’d been born someone, in the past. 

no one in the free city of braavos seemed to care, however. no one seemed to care that he’d been dragged from his family’s side one night, his ten year old brother maelor cruelly slain while his mother, helaena targaryen, and his older sister, jaehaera targaryen were left behind. no one gave any notice to treating him any differently, or even equally to the lowest born in a city that was so free it didn’t recognize the kings and queens of old valyria. in a place where naught but money mattered, no one batted an eye at a silver strand of hair. 

aegon fought tooth and nail for a while, to regain some of the respect he’d basked in during his time as a prince of the seven kingdoms. his downright arrogance and endurance went largely ignored, as the people who’d taken him from his home sold him and he was left to wither away in a cell for the better part of a year.

after that, when he was let out. he almost believed himself someone free again. though, no such luck, it appeared. 

he began being trained in ways terribly strange to himself. there was no one wielding a sword and claiming victories on a battlefield. the fighters, all of them in this quiet, soundless war, remained faceless. slipping in and out unseen, leaving death in one’s path as one went. or rather, death and destruction in the pathways no one set foot in. 

without a family, without the purpose of his birth, aegon targaryen had slipped away and left in its place someone quieter than the whirlwind, mischievous boy he had been when he had the hallways of the red keep to run through. someone calculated and careful had taken his place, someone with a new purpose other than carrying on a legacy that had naught but thrived in the past. 

aegon targaryen had once been born someone, yes. 

and then, the dragons had danced.

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Undersong, ‘The Evening News’ (1979) by Audre Lorde

[ID: any wound will stop bleeding / if you press down / hard enough.]

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“I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

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JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER as Jace Wayland — The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (2013), dir: Harald Zwart.