#stormbcrn

[king7doms]

"what of your own succession ? you need heirs, with a suitable match." / @stormbcrn sent a MEME

"I am more worried about getting my army and my throne. Once I am King and on my throne, as I should be, I will find the right match. There is no suitable match for the Dragon here, in the middle of nowhere." Even matching his sister to a savage had been a bitter pill to swallow, but it was worth it for the army, for the numbers and savagery that Khal Drogo would bring to their cause. If he could convince the brute to get a move towards Westeros. "You just worry about getting your savage to take his army the right way."

[preytale]

she was not yet sure what to call her affections for a certain unsullied -- other than that she did hold affections for him. it felt odd to admit so out loud, as her toes dipped into the edge of the waters of the riverbed they stand beside.

"well, that sounds suspiciously like good news." - @stormbcrn

❝ he is kind to me, ❞ she murmurs, eyes low to the shallow edges of the water as a flush creeps upon her. ❝ i hardly call that any news. it's just . . . expected behavior, is it not? ❞

[northsballadmoved]

a kiss between furrowed brows to try and comfort. ― @stormbcrn.

sansa doesn't realize she is thoroughly pouting until the shadow of the targaryen princess passes over her, cool lips gently pressing to the knot formed between her brows. she blinks and her expression softens, initially in surprise and then with a subdued warmth; a muted sigh passes from her lips as daenerys pulls away, raising her head whilst purging the slouch from her shoulders and sitting up straighter in her seat. how long she has been brooding silently over her now - lukewarm breakfast, she's certain she doesn't wish to know. it is a relief no one else had caught her, though the fact she was found out nonetheless brings the faintest tinge of blush to her cheeks.

❝ i'm alright, ❞ she assures quietly, extending a feeble smile and a grateful press to dany's hand. ❝ i think i might have underestimated how hard it would be to leave. to be away from everyone, and robb. ❞ not once in sixteen years have they been separated, not like this. and it's not as if she'll be alone; she'll have arya, her father, and her dream of a betrothed . . . but the more she ponders on it, the lonelier it seems. she doesn't like to linger on it -- so instinctually, she returns to how poorly she has been behaving. there is a quick albeit quiet breath, the slightest raise of her brows and then her features smooth into sheepish concern. ❝ i suppose no one's asked you how you're fairing with all of this? ❞

[aclashofmuses]

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winterfell is filled with ghosts, but sansa is not the little girl she had been before she ventured south, before everything went wrong. she has little time to dwell on that, the threats which loom on both northern and southern horizons; dragons flood the skies as if plucked directly from stories. it seems the only truths stories hold are its monsters.

sansa's only armor once had been her courtesies, but delicate porcelain had since turned to steel. she is sharper than she had once been, more a player on the cyvasse board of westerosi politics than simply the pretty thing she outwardly presents. and so she stands when the dragon queen enters, her smile as lovely as it had been before the horrors, and says, "i am so very grateful that you could join me, your grace."

[astormofsilk]

send ⛈️ for our muses to be stuck in a rainstorm together. / for helaena in my hotd verse asked by @stormbcrn

Helaena blinked as the rain started suddenly, the once clear and sunny skies now completely covered in thick grey clouds. It took her a moment to fully register what happened, letting herself get soaked while she stared up at the clouds. Dreamfyre took control then, giving a call to the other they had been travelling with and turning to the ground. She had gone to Essos to visit her aunt and to get away from the political thunder that her mother and grandfather had kicked up.

“Ah.” When they landed she slid off of her dragon’s back, ducking under the beast to avoid more of the rain. “Aunt Daenerys, should we head back to your home on foot?” She didn’t know how far they were from the home since they had decided to go for a flight so Helaena could get a view of the world her aunt had moved to.

[banishmark]

❝ the last time i saw you, your dresses were not so elaborate. ❞ actually -- the last time he saw her she had been taken away by boat with viserys and his face hadn't been like ... this. despite the marred flesh, a hint of a smile could be traced within zuko's features as he touched his finger to the tooth of a dragon piece decorated within her hair. she had come so far from the ward of his father. ❝ word of your travels crossed the seas. i came as soon as i could when i learned you were here at dragonstone. ❞

as soon as he arrived, he was met by unsullied and swords pointed in his direction for being an unannounced visitor. luckily for them, not blood had been shed and he was presented to the mother of dragons before long. he hadn't been here all that long and yet he finds himself at a loss of what to say. 'sorry i couldn't save you all those years ago.' 'please don't ask about my face.' 'so you want to kill cersei, then?' all these thoughts crossed his mind in an attempt to break the ice, yet none had come to pass his lips. bringing his hand back to his side, zuko stared down at daenerys and more seconds ticked on before he could offer, ❝ i want to help you take back your birthright ... and maybe you could help me take back mine. ❞

@stormbcrn : ✏️

[ashedrose]

dragon glass jewels for @stormbcrn <3

margaery had plenty to be grateful for. to her knowledge, she'd been the only one to escape the sept in time to survive the wild fire. she recalled some audible steps behind her, but she never turned. her fate might have been another had she turned.

the journey had been a long one since then. healing her burns, traveling unnoticed. it felt as if she'd been personally delivered by the gods themselves when she found olenna again. her darling grandmother, who now counseled the dragon queen in a place very far from home. dragonstone was––– darker. humid, cold, bare. margaery couldn't find herself something to do as she did in highgarden with her flowers, dresses, teas. until she found the most beautiful material, that was.

❛ oh, k h a l e e s i ! ❜ she shouted across the hall. ❛ i've been looking all over for you. i was hoping you'd enjoy these. ❜ heels clicked behind her as she approached daenerys, revealing a pair of rose shaped hair broaches detailed with dragonglass throughout. ❛ i know the rose is my house's sigil, but it's the only one i know how to make so far. ❜

[vaedar]

@stormbcrn said: ❛ tell me what you want. ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 undeniably possessed of the beauty that those of their blood are known for. That alone would be enough to wake his desire, but to seduce her back when they first met, would mean to RISK far more important matters than his lust. That is, if she were to even reciprocate any advances he might've attempted. Now, however—Their mutual UNDERSTANDING has brought the two closer. Vaedar is the son of an ancient valyrian house, one who once rode dragons before the Doom, and survived in secrecy and isolation thanks to MAGIC. When the last of the dragons died, that magic dwindled and eventually slumbered, accessible only to those with vast knowledge in the higher mysteries. Not long ago, that magic reawakened with the rebirth fo DRAGONS.

With the intent of aiding Daenerys of House Targaryen, the man departs from the partially ruined Old Valyria to Meereen—A trove of once thought lost WISDOM resided in his mind, and more still would be available to the Queen were she DARE the journey to their people's ancestral homeland. In the meantime, he was more than glad to oblige to her inquiries and use of that knowledge he offered, for it allowed him to linger always near. Just engaging in conversation with her brought him DELIGHT, and when their talks began to take a more suggestive turn; Vaedar brazenly fueled them. It did not take much—Roaming glances, smaller distances, caressing touches and evocative words. Never has the man been shy in his pleasure nor in SEIZING what he wants, so it would be no different with Daenerys, more so now that he knows she's not entirely unaffected by his charm.

Putting down the cup of wine, there's a gleam in his violet gaze that's reflected in the curve of his lips whilst he approaches her on the veranda. In the light of the moon under a clear night, she almost seemed to GLOW in that nearly translucent gown, looking the part of a goddess that beckoned to be WORSHIPPED. Although the valyrian is not a pious individual, he's more than willing to make an exception for her.

❝ You ask what you already know the answer to, ❞ He uttered with a hidden smile when standing behind the Targaryen, both of his hands lifting to perch upon her hips. Long fingers traced the curve of her waist, dragging the fabric of her dress higher along but it was to her hair that one of them shifted, to move silver-gold and expose a shoulder. Slightly parted lips brush on the flesh with the ghost of his WARM breath leaving a trail higher to the side of her neck. The hand that remained by her waist slips around to her front, inching tantalizingly LOWER.

❝ Or is it that you enjoy hearing me say it? ❞ He asks, a hint of amusement lacing the teasing, husk tone of his voice. Fingers drew lazy circles just below her abdomen but as he added another set of words, they reached their intended destination between her thighs. ❝ You... I want you. ❞

[fantasywritten]

@stormbcrn asked: “Why do you always think your opinion is the correct one?” / for tyrion!

“BECAUSE IT IS.” With a nonchalant shrug, Tyrion calmly walked over to the pitcher of wine, then picked it up and began to pour some into his goblet. “I happen to be a VERY intelligent young man, if I do say so myself.”

[ada1r-arc]

send 📜for an incorrect quote!

daenerys & lena / @stormbcrn

[scndor]

@stormbcrn says: “*puts hands on hips*”

first comes the anger — a defensive reaction to foreign hands. and then restraint   (   years serving lords has taught him that, at least. ) and then confusion. no amount of ‘why’s’ could give him any clarity on how her hands made their way to his own hips. and any thought he had, he knew was wrong. 

gaze drifts slowly from her hands to her eyes, hoping to find some answer along the way but finds himself lacking in the end. “ the hell do you think you’re doing, girl? ” eyebrows furrow, his composure is maintained through a guise of distorted rage. nothing about her is familiar; nothing translates to his native tongue. even her blood, though it runs red and warm throughout westeros, has its roots far from here and far from his mind’s reach. confusion flusters him.

[west1rosi]

"I   do   miss   home,   though   I   remember   very   little   of   it.   And   it   wasn't   always   good."   Lys   was   so   far   away   now.   What   she   remembers   wasn't   always   bright,   or   good   but   it   was   home,   and   perhaps   being   away   from   it   made   her   nostalgic.   Her   hands   trace   through   Daenerys'   silver   hair   and   Seleany   cannot   compare   it   to   the   other   women   from   Lys,   all   claiming   to   be   descendants   of   the   Valyrians,   but   none   had   that   specific   shade,   same   with   her   queen's   eyes.  

Her   own   are   a   pale   blue,   so   pale   she   had   been   told   her   eyes   are   as   unsettling   as   any   Targaryens   but   she   thinks   differently.   Nothing   unsettling   about   the   woman   before   her,   who   allow   her   to   braid   her   hair   as   she   pleases,   not   because   she   needs   to   but   because   Seleany   had   a   desire   to   practice.   "But   I   do   not   wish   to   leave,   Khaleesi.   My   place   is   by   your   side."   @stormbcrn

[withouthonor-a]

@stormbcrn sent ; ‘I am not the one who should kneel.’ / for aegon ii x.

aegon could only laugh, a pathetic, unhinged-sounding thing, as he gazed upon his elder. "ah, but i should?" he scoffed, his lips pulling back from his teeth in more of a snarl than a smile. "kneel so she might put the axe to mine and my families heads? no, i do not think i will." once he might have been the coward who would have ran or knelt instead of facing his elder sisters head-on, but not anymore. not since the murder of his eldest son and heir, showing him all his mother and grandsire had warned him of to be true.

his fingers curled tightly around the hilt of blackfyre, his sword now that their father is no longer among the living and the conqueror's crown rested upon his brow. the crown remained a heavy burden, weighing down on his head and shoulders despite attempting to embrace it. "kneel to me, to the rightful king, and i shall grant you mercy, the mercy our sister refused to give my children and wife." it all still hurt to think of, to speak of and, he knew that feeling would never go away. "there need not be any more death between us, do you not agree?"

[aclashofmuses]

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it is a BOLD HAND which tips the chin of the dragon queen, out of sight of prying eyes -- of judgements daario need not worry himself over, but calculations he knows his queen is like to make -- to steal her attention from whatever shadows the inviting lilac of her gaze. "how may daario naharis soothe your worries, fair queen ?? i should slay each troubling thought as though they are foeman, one by one, slice by slice, and lay their proverbial heads at your feet to chase such a frown from such a lovely face."

[cubcrowned]

The wooden horse in his hand is waved through the air, little lion making soft woosh-ing noises under his breath. So absorbed is he in his play, that he doesn't even notice the queen enter. ( Now that she is queen, he has time to be a child ).

❝ Rawr, rawr, rawr ! ❞ He crows, giggling.

♚ ∴ ❝  @stormbcrn

[azurepriince]

@stormbcrn || starter

this was not his brighest move , niao could attempt to himself . sneaking around the castle of the dragon queen in the dead of night . but , he reasoned with himself , there was little other choice . his accounce with her had been getting pushed back and none of the guards would listen to him when he spoke of a dangerous man . they properly thought him mad , as the city of meeren was full of dangerous men .

still , he knew that zhi-da was last seen here and he had to make sure the man wasn't still hiding about . he tended to leave bodies in his wake , as if tauting niao . he didn't know if the bodies around the city were due to zhi-da or the sons of the harpy he had heard about but he wasn't one to leave a stone unturned .

or wasn't , until two shadows drifted across the hall from a corner he was walking towards . with the shadows of spears in their hands he guessed they must be the famous unsuilled . he give himself a second pause before darting to the staircase to his left , taking them two at a time . he waited at the time to hear where they were headed and nearly sighed out of relief as they walked past the staircase . decided it was best to keep going , he turned towards the hall and headed down it .

only to stop at seeing a white-haired woman down it . he stared at her and dread filled him as he realized it who it was . he removed his hood , bowing his head at the queen .

" your grace , i offer my sincere apologies . "