☾ ┊┊ ⊰ ＆ MOON OF MY LIFE. ⊱

         “ There is something I see in you — It MIGHT kill me, but I want it to be true. ”

                                       ❛   i  wasn’t   expecting  to  see   YOUR   sorry  ass  ever  again.     ❜   

he, mouth IGNIVOMOUS — she, a tongue frazil. they sit jugate, & what a sight they must make —— a militaster mortiferous at margaric maid’s side, serration abreast jararaca. perhaps this is the nascency of a legend, the way a war begins, a creature belliferous at their feet — or perhaps mere EPIMYTH, an epilogue of abusion, whereupon inumbrations lurk ‘twixt every vertebrae of that saprobic rachis. — a companion of exorcism, is she? perhaps, given the rugosity of his lips.  ❛ yeah, sure — with a hundred stories to tell, too. ❜

he was WARM , if nothing else .  his heart might freeze over one day like a FORGOTTEN creek , but he would never possess a snake’s skin .  she could feel fire through his thermal - clad shoulder .  dany wished for a breeze to TIPTOE through the rust - framed windows in silken blue slippers , just for a CHANGE , but the gods were not so kind .  the bartender PAINTED the empty glass amber .  he never asked for the war boy’s ID . ❛   speaking of stories , where are yours ??? you can’t come to me EMPTY HANDED , you know .  ❜

‘ and  what  do  you  intend  to  do  ?  ‘ within  vocals  ,   slight   skepticism  .  for  there  never  was  much  rule  within  the  games //  leniency  seemingly  fallen   upon  those  who  tear  down  kingdoms  ,  destruction  in  their  wake   with  loyalties  tested  .   lyanna  ,  however  ,  had  remained  true .  her  word  ,  her  faith  ,  her hope  — the  north  would  rise  once  more   .  yet  ,  within  the  quiet  fallen  snow ,  winters  winds  &  bitter  storms  ,  fire  ceases  to  exist  //  UNTIL NOW.   strength  in  her  stance  against  a  self  proclaimed  queen  .   ‘ i  do  not  play  games  .  i  do  not  dance  around  issues  .  ‘   

adamant  by  nature   ,   she’s  succumbed  to  the  harsh  feeling  of  snow  coated  lands .  adapted  to  the  trenches  in  which  she’d  found  herself  in  .  there’s a  careful  practice  within  her  mind ,  spoken  from  heart  ,  she  questions  outsiders  //  motives  ,   threats  ,  stolen  alliances.   ‘  so  you  can  either  tell  me ,  or  house  mormont  will  no  longer  be  a  sanctuary .  for  you  ,  or  your  people. ‘ / &. @chainbreaking

daenerys was TAKEN ABACK by this audacity , by this distrust of whether or not she was , in fact , the most rightful queen in the LAND .  her dark eyebrow dared to arch like the SPINE of a displeased cat .  but the doubt was well - deserved ; an advisor who IDOLIZED her , let her rampage with her dragons in disillusioned , childlike GLEE , may watch with mild concern if she was to sink into red madness .  daenerys SMOOTHED her skirt with a nervous hand .  her hair looked whiter in the sunlight .