#;; SMTH SMTH DREAAAAAAMS

[kaerinio]

@drakonprince approached her grace: night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . (rhaegar holding dany)

In and out, deep and slow, each breath grasping : here, the air is thick with heat, flavored with the purifying aroma of incense, and undoubtedly alive. Dragonstone, recognition stirs. All around, the castle breathes, power pulsing softly, racing like ichor in the veins of an ancient body . . . but something is different. A tentative sniff draws her closer, burrows her further into her brother’s side. The familiar crackle in the atmosphere, which oft leaves the impression of fire on the tongue, roils, more potent than ever before ( as if, in all her thrashing, she's awoken forces long lost to slumber ). And, graceful throat bobs — — — IT TASTES OF BLOOD.

To their right, the hearth heaves a sigh. Nestled within stone-carved jaws and chiseled teeth, flames grow in intensity, raging and raging, flaring high like a beast raising its hackles ; even the all-seeing eyes of dragons etched into the walls and sculpted atop ledges and beams seem alert, watching, as if eager to hear the princess’ lamentations. Another breath . . . she takes it in vain, the warmth failing to penetrate, failing to chase away visions of smoldering cerulean eyes, failing to melt the icicles blooming and mangling the soft flesh of her lungs.

Is this madness? the thought coils while her gaze flickers, exhaustive ( and obsessive ) in its search of every shadowed corner and empty threshold ; absently, she clutches the arm draped about her shoulders, hand seeking a wrist and pressing gently atop the steady drum of blood. With all her might, she wills the thunderous gallop of her heart to match the soothing dance of Rhaegar’s. “I had — — —” her words escape, raw and thick with sobs unsung. The dragon does not fear. The dragon does not weep, for tears turn to steam upon a dragon's eye, comes the fierce chide. “I was surrounded by these . . . these creatures, and one of them came forward to press his lips to mine,” her revelations are rapid, hushed, and the fingers of her free hand rise to rub meticulously at the soft bottom lip. “He stole my voice, then my breath, then my life. He took all my warmth, and naught was left but a husk of flesh and ice.” A shudder rocks her. “It was awful, Rhaegar. It felt real, so painfully real,” she whispers, her eyes meeting his, pursuing solace in how they shine like two indigo stars in the night. “Even now, my lips sting.”

[maniacollisionarchive-blog]

💛 platonic ship w/ teren bc we all know alara would make a top notch assassin companion who will act as a wonderful wingman for him to get him the guy of his dreaaaaaams. & 💔 a slow burn maybeeeee w/ someone. altho' really, i'm down to just forge epic, manslaying ( or dragonslaying or smth idk ) bromances with everyone.

YES yo i love the idea of teren and alara like be it in your quizzie verse or mine, because like, in either he’ll be all teasing and even though he’s younger? he’d totally be a protective older brother which is funny because even in his own family he’s the younger brother but NOT THE POINT, i just love this idea of having a wingman “you like dorian don’t you” “*gasp* i do not. who told you?” “you did. just now.” and it’s just? i want it a lot? sign me up.

then like idk talia is down for some dragonslaying bromances, and i reeeealllly think that alara and lilli would get along? potential for a slow burn there imo, but that’s because lilli just? loves? everyone? and idk you didn’t send this in but rin needs a mentor, so. hey that’s possible too. 

idk let’s do everything.