#sinfyre

[dreadryder]

biting you biting you biting you

[west1rosi]

@sinfyre asked: everything’s better with some wine in the belly. / for viserys i house of the dragon starters .

the  comment  almost  passes  him  by.  his  mind  is  not  as  sharp  as  it  once  used  to  and  he  is  often  more  tired  than  not.  once  he  registers  the  words,  a  sharp  laugh  escapes  his  lips,  so  unusual  to  the  casual  and  all  too  polite  smiles  he  has  to  offer  his  advisors  when  they  try  to  scheme  their  way  into  his  council.

 "ah,  daemon."  and  the  man  realizes  his  mistake  in  that  quick  moment.  the  comment  was  so  alike  that  of  his  younger  brother  he  is  taken  aback.  eyes  shift  forward  and  focus  on  the  present,  his  son,  standing  before  him  and  viserys  let  the  smile  linger,  although  it  holds  all  the  troubles  in  the  king's  mind  and  what  the  future  holds  for  his  family.  

they  are  all  too  apart,  and  the  man  wish  they  were  by  his  side,  united.  his  unclothed  hand  move  to  hold  aegon's  wrist,  reassurance  in  his  grip.  "you  reminded  me  of  my  brother  for  a  second,  son.  but  you  are  quite  right."  a  cough  or  two,  as  his  hand  shift  to  offer  the  younger  man  a  seat  beside  him.  "come,  pour  us  a  cup  and  ask  whatever  you  wish  to  ask."

[palaceofmuses]

Dearest Aegon, Aemond and Helaena,

I am deeply sorry for the many ways I know I have fallen short of being the father you deserved. No doubt that is putting it mildly in your eyes but please believe I mean it with all my heart. Perhaps it is because you came later in my life, perhaps this illness is to blame, or even a punishment. I do not say this as an excuse or in an attemot at pity. Your Uncle Daemon once said I was weak as a king; perhaps he was right, and that weakness has bled to how I am as a father. Not only to the three of you, but to Rhaenyra and your mother as well. I should have done far more for you all.

Aegon, you were named for the Conquerer who united the realm. You have the true fire of the dragon, a strength and mind that should not go to waste. Your sister will need that when she sits the Iron Throne. You are my firstborn son; I should have done more for you in that regard, especially given my…past. Please be good to your sisters and believe me when I say that I am proud you.

Aemond, I know you are perhaps the one with most cause to hate me. Lucerys should have been punished in some way that night, but not the way your mother wanted. Taking his eye would not have restored yours and neither of you deserved to have your blood spilled. I can only hope that you don't let that anger at your nephew consume you and that you meant what you said about the 'exchange'. You proudly ride the mighty Vhager, but remember that there is a grave difference between being bonded with a dragon and controlling one, especially one as old and battle-worn as she. That idea was an illusion that brought about Old Valyria's doom. Dragon rider or not, you possess a skill with your blade and strength most men envy. For what little it may be worth, I am proud of the man you have become.

Helaena, you are the image of your mother. Many in our line have been dragon riders, but very few have been dreamers. I once considered myself one but you, my darling, truly have the gift. I am sorry if I didn't listen to them enough and wish I had the strength and time to do do now. There are many people who look down on those with such visions and I hope you don't take such whispers you may hear to heart. See it as the strength and gift it is. If you find and care to read this in time, perhaps you and the children would like to hear stories of your grandsire, Baelon the Brave, or King Jaehaerys?

I wish I had more time to rectify the mistakes I made with all of you. I only hope you do not hold it against each other or Rhaenyra or let it divide you. Find a way to stand united and strong. Not for my sake, but that of the House of the Dragon and the realm.

I am so proud of you all and love you all so much.

~Father

[dowagergreen]

@sinfyre : ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ (prompts)

"do you plan to be sober enough to speak to me any time this year?" alicent's voice holds no anger, rather it is overcome with a penetrating exhaustion. attempting to have any kind of conversation with aegon has become an exercise in patience, even more so now than when he'd been a child. and the queen's patience, abundant as it is required to be, is not infinite. and she's attempting to keep the fire that kindles itself in her chest from sparking into an inferno. "perhaps you will manage when i'm on my deathbed? or will you not even spare me that kindness at death's door?" she stands expectantly across the room, hands folded over her stomach, and as she does she can't help but frown at the darkness circling his eyes and the redness that makes the pink of his irises appear sickly. concern overtakes frustration then. "did you sleep at all last night?"

[bronzebtch]

a little kiss on the cheek for auntie rhea. 😙

❝ hello, little prince, ❞ her heart aches — even though rhea wills it not to be. she does not think about the child she could never have, even if it had meant that any babe born from her lord husband's seed would no doubt, at a point, be used as nothing but tools in a much larger scheme. she does not think that it would've been enough if they were simply alive, despite the hardship and the ache of living would cause - because then it wouldn't be fair. because then, it would only invite the sort of sadness rhea knows she cannot simply shut and erode away.

so she does not think of those, but simply smile at the young prince's antics. his skin is pale, though his cheeks are plumped red from — presumptuously — the wind of the vale. rhea dares the back of her hand to swipe against it, gently, wiping away the traces of powdered sugar from where rhea had assumed came from the sweet breads of vendors who are obviously eager to please the little royal. by her side, of course, queen alicent remains, while the royal nursemaids are not far behind. rhea would not be so daring were they not here.

❝ are you enjoying the fest then ? ❞

@sinfyre / random asks

[noconqueror]

put my son’s head back on his shoulders & we’ll talk.

well

[nvrqn-a]

@sinfyre SC.

" watch your tongue, W H E L P. " the princess warns, coldness in violet eyes as she lowers herself T O W A R D S the boy, so that her low tone can be heard C L E A R L Y by him.

[munsontm]

☢

the salty af munday meme / ACCEPTING / @sinfyre / ☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

Umm, it's not really a fad or trend now because it's just become ingrained...sadly. Just like over complicating the format of writing with different characters, ridiculous spaces, abusing italics and bold. It's a no from me. Makes my head hurt. I cannot focus on all that. And it's something that people get really anxious about too if their formatting looks wrong. Like, it's not a big deal. What is a big deal is that it prevents some people from reading your text in the first place. But we're still not acknowledging that in rpc I guess.

[spynorth]

are you my mummy

@sinfyre idk we'll have to read the book and find out.

[dreadryder]

url + sinfyre

send   me   a   url   and   I’ll   write   some   positivity   for   it

who? @sinfyre LISTEN ... ozzy. i think you should know by now that i'm your loud and embarrassing fan. to kick off this gushing confession of love ... i cheer at the way that you've enriched your stinky boy, an inordinate amount. in fact, georgie is overdue for handing you over the adoption papers. you let aeg bleed off the page and become something so real, it makes my chest ache. :3 i reaaaaaaally admire the way you handle his nuances with such a tender and grounded sensitivity. his character needs that; everything about your boy is so generously detailed, your brain is insane. you inspire my aemond, more than you know. and you are so lovely; both an intellectual and emotional joy to talk with. so ... kiss?

[west1rosi]

her   body   betrays   her,   chest   risen   and   heartbeat   quickening,   her   mouth   releases   hot   breath   at   his   words,   the   bluntness   of   it,   sharp   and   to   the   point   like   a   good   sword.   stark   eyes   on   a   bastard   girl   look   straight   back   at   the   man   before   her   and   while   she   doesn't   enjoy   feeling   trapped,   she   finds   she   doesn't   mind   how   he   makes   her   feel   then.   she   belongs   to   no   one,   despite   what   people   will   think   (   she   belongs   to   the   snow   and   nothing   else   ),   but   aegon's   words   strike   a   cord   inside,   eyes   shifting   as   if   paranoid   people   will   find   them   and   how   close   he   feels.

  "how   do   you   know   how   you   make   me   feel?"   sara   dares   ask   once   she   finds   her   voice   again,   finding   the   stark   bravery   inside.   "is   it   obvious?"   yes,   sara.   she   thinks.   you   cannot   hide   that   things   well.   "and   how   do   you   know   he   is   anything   to   me?"   it's   an   unfair   game   at   times.   she   can   belong   to   him,   but   he   could   never   to   her.   but   when   he   acts   this   way,   sara   thinks   he   does   belong   to   her.

@sinfyre asked: he can’t make you feel the way i make you feel. / for sara    jealous / possessive  meme

[philomelia]

on the long stretches of country road where everything is sand - riddled,    anything can happen.     she does not expect him to call her.     though she has rattled around in her van for a few years now,    mostly using scotch tape and hope to keep it together,    she hadn’t realised he’d noticed.    she would not say she’s friends with aegon--     she does not make friends easily and neither does he,    from the little glimpses she has caught of him,   the picture she had painted of him in her own mind   (her mother had been called into his home on unofficial business:    cassie has stopped asking questions about her job,   tired of the cryptic answers and the brutal scowls).    but he had called.   and,  stupid with her own boredom,  she had driven her van out into the middle of nowhere.

when she approached,    @sinfyre was lost already in some meditations on life and loss.      “    change isn’t easy,      ”     he said,  and she rolled her eyes.      playing nice had never been easy for her:     out here,   in the place between emptiness and the city,    cassie had no need for it.

"     this car looks a lot more expensive than my van,      ”       she said,   stating a fact that was obvious enough.     she didn’t even want to touch the beast--    she’d leave her hand prints on it,   physical bruises against the metal.    if cassie’s van was a cathedral of scrap,    aegon’s car would be considered godly   (athena would call it over - compensation...    cassie would laugh around her agreement).     “   are you sure you want me messing around with it?    i can’t afford to pay you back if anything breaks.   ”

[dowagergreen]

clambers into mama’s lap and gives her a little kiss.

she's never cared for tourneys. nothing about the violence amuses her but the queen's absence would be noted, so here she sits, attempting not to flinch as the jousting goes on. alicent had tried to insist that aegon be allowed to remain at the keep, but she'd been met with insistent resistance from viserys. it'll be good for him and good for the people to see him, he'd said. an odd argument coming from him, but she'd deferred as she usually did. it was hardly worth fighting over regardless.

she feels a tug on her hand, but barely has any time to react to it before aegon is climbing up onto her lap and pressing his lips to her cheek. affection blooms in her chest and spreads with a familiar warmth. "hello, my little love. are you just as bored as i am?" she speaks softly, bringing her free hand up to brush white-blond hair away from his eyes. she drops her volume even lower as she continues: "now would be an excellent time for you to start crying, you could get us both out of this." in response, aegon fixes her with a wide grin and begins babbling, raising his beloved toy dragon up in his free hand as he does.

she gives a quiet laugh in response and presses her lips against his temple before situating him more comfortably on her lap. he leans back easily to rest against her torso, latching onto her hand with his tiny fingers, and she reaches over to pluck a small flower from the arrangement at her side, one that matches almost exactly to the pink of his eyes, and tucks it behind his ear. "i suppose we'll just have to make the most of it then, won't we?"

[bronzebtch]

❝ what sort of skills do you have then, my prince ? ❞ a pause. brown eyes flicker upwards. her tone is neither commanding nor outrightly curious - simply is.

❝ can you hunt ? ❞

@sinfyre + smol things

[twistedwit]

USE THIS SITE TO CREATE A DRAGON OF FOR YOUR CHARACTER.

~~ Teleryan, Bringer of Nightmares ~~

[nvrqn-a]

@sinfyre plotted starter.

intuition, or perhaps a stroke of F A T E awakens the princess at night. she feels U N E A S E, so she wraps herself in a robe and leaves her room. just as she is to go back, a man in W H I T E coat, the king's guard, locks the room from the outside, thinking her to still be inside. she F R E E Z E S behind a corner, heartbeat quickening, as does her breath. what is the M E A N I N G of this..?

she has enough S E N S E to know that she should be hiding. sneaking in the corridors of a castle she knew W E L L, she manages to avoid the guards and the servants. perhaps, if she could get to the red queen, she could E S C A P E successfully whatever was happening. it seems, someone E L S E had the same idea, as looking behind her shoulder, she W A L K S into someone. " aegon! " she recognises her cousin's young son I M M E D I A T E L Y though he wears a black cloak. escapng, too, perhaps?

hands holding onto his shoulders S T R O N G L Y, she forces him to look into her eyes. " what is happening? " he M U S T know.