#raya aeraerys

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@ayzrules tagged me ages ago to find the following words in my wip:  gown, precise, pink, skip, light, tea. Soz for taking so long, I had to dig through years of partially written bullshit to get these and even then I struggled. Gonna cheat and use multiple WIPs, ‘cause I don’t have all these words in a single wip.   

WIP I: From an Ascension story I was working on for my character Élodie I for lunaofthemiste’s Three Kingdoms

Dawn broke over the vast grounds surrounding Álava Castle, bathing the vast greenery in light oranges and purples. Not that Mr. Desroches had time to enjoy it. As steward of the castle, it was his duty to be up before all and prepare the Castle for the day. He had to wake the others, pass out their duties, go over the days menu, determine the schedules of Their Royal Highnesses from their governesses, check in with the guards, pass any overnight letters onto the correct parties. It was a lot of work, occasionally even tedious, but he was proud of his work. There was a never a speck of dust nor a fork out of place. Not a painting that wasn't straight, nor a doorway frayed.

He had just poured himself a nice cup of warm tea when the pageboy from the front gates rushed in, informing him of a rider from the capital, wearing a black armband. And for the first time in his life, Mr. Desroches broke a cup. Tossing aside all other chores and duties left for the day, he rushed through the long cobbled stones of the palace, straight to the room of Ms. Lieves.

WIP II: From a Rhaella story I was working on for @themonsterslut’s Battle of the Seven Kingdoms. I can’t remember the context though, the whole page is just this paragraph. Idk, I think Ceryse tried stealing her dragon egg or destroying it or some shit. Possibly one of her human kids, but like, probably her dragon child. It’s Rhae, let’s be realistic about it. 

Rhaella rolled her eyes and sighed. There had to be a limit to this being civilized bullshit. Fuck you for trying to make me a better person, Domeric. She thought to herself as she smoothed out a crease on her gown, she took a few breaths to push down her anger before speaking again. “I am not the little girl who screamed you are not my mother. I am Lord Vaezoryn. Daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, and mother of dragons. You're a mother, as you claim everything you've ever done has been in the name of my brother. Then what do you propose, as a mother, I should do to you, who has harmed my child?” 

WIP III: From a Vera/Nika/Vasya dynamic story thing that I’ve never really gotten around to finishing. It’s set like 8ish years pre-plot when Vera and Nika were falling in love or something. Idk. 

“She’s not a robot, you know,” Nika pointed out, rolling his eyes at Vasya’s glare. “She has feelings, I’ve even seen her turn pink.”

Vasya narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher the inscrutable expression on his friend’s face. “And under what context did you see that?”

“When you put polonium-210 in her drink last week. She only took a sip of it though.”

“That doesn’t sound right, but sure.”

WIP IV: Another Vera/Vasya/Nika thing, well, minus Nika, more Vasya trying to be a brother for once pre-the whole Elisabeth reveal. It was a whim. Set maybe a year or so before WRC’s main plot. 

“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.” cooed Vasya, sauntering into Vera’s study without knocking as usual. Vera made a mental note to command Dominika to shoot him the first time he did it once their father passed and she finally ascended the throne. 

“I’ve literally been in here all day.” she commented, rolling her eyes when he took a seat in front of her desk. “And I haven’t left the palace at all in the last few days, so what are you talking about?” 

Vasya shrugged. “I was breaking the ice,” he offered, spinning the mini globe on her desk, grateful she wasn’t trying to make eye contact. 

“Yeah, no, we have a seven hundred foot tall, and three hundred mile long wall made of unmeltable magic ice between us, so skip to the point” 

“Can’t a big brother just check in on his little sister to catch up?” 

“Not you, nor me. What do you want?”

WIP V: A Raya and Aurion story I was working on for Serve or Burn, but that group dying is on me. 

For a moment, her eyes flashed angrily. A repeat of the same, precise argument they've had over and over for the past whatever years. The same furious purple they had always been. But then, after the moment, they softened and Raya sighed. "No. Our love ended before either of them died. When you choose to join the Usurper's hoard. When you chose your father over the Crown."   

oh man it took forever to find all that shit. OKIE DOKIE! I tag: @kzombi3 / @from-sejiou-to-the-stars @podunkcanadian / @lothris @themonsterslut @turquoisesiren @themadmonarchist @maybones @forebodinq to find the following words in your WIP(s): goddess, golden, blood, guilty, fire, and dragon (I had to, good luck nerds) 

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SERVE OR BURN REBOOT II

ancient ass draft circa 2019ish, it was one of the reboot sob’s but I forgot about it, anyway, serve or burn has long been recycled into something else, so may as well post what little I wrote. none of these characters even exist anymore. well, not in this form, lmfao. 

The beat of the drums echoed Rhaella’s own heartbeat as their boats drew closer to the shoreline. She could see the tall spires of whatever palace from the ships, even from battle and war, nothing but dragonfire could tarnish what dragonfire had made.  

“Welcome home, Your Majesty,” said Rhaekar. Usually his tone would earn at least an eye roll, but Rhaella ignored him, too busy striding ahead to the front gates.  

Tall, and intricately crafted designs with two large dragon statues on both sides, Rhaella slowly ran her fingers against the stone flowers and little flames decorating the gate.  

“Tessarion, dracarys”