𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 /𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜/

KINGMAKETH : SER CRISTON COLE, UNVEILED BY MELANIE. the most inaccurate recollection of histories of the life of 𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖊, as told through the lense of the most unreliable narrator. 

follow. sender is following receiver for some reason.

breakdance. receiver walks in on sender breakdancing and joins them.

ballet. receiver is trying to learn ballet with sender.

stare. receiver is watching sender closely.

hearteyes. while sender is excitedly talking about something, receiver suddenly has hearteyes for sender.

ready to risk it all. sender officially confesses how they feel about receiver.

street light. receiver discovers sender switching the street light on and off for some reason.

ants go marching. mid-chatting, receiver gets distracted by a trail of ants passing by them and sender.

unrequited. receiver responds to their feelings not being reciprocated by sender.

foam sword. receiver pulls a toy sword out on sender only to be met with the same response.

water sprinkler. sender and receiver spend time together splashing and running around under the water sprinkler.

show off. sender and receiver are preparing to show off their prized possessions and debate who has the best item.

gloomy days. someone put sender in a rather foul mood and receiver attempts to make things better.

shake it, shake. sender and receiver draw in a crowd playing maracas and putting on a show.

chase. receiver chases sender around the gardens.

date. sender and receiver are on a special date.

shooting star. sender and receiver are lying in a bed of grass watching the stars together.

renovate. receiver asks sender to help them decorating and/or renovating around their home.

jump scare. receiver reacts to sender's attempt to spook them.

blushing mess. sender and receiver clearly have a thing for one another but are being bashful.

new style. receiver models their new hairstyle/clothing style for sender.

It remained hard to string her thoughts together. Majestic creatures flying overhead, weapons of destruction, surely yes, but also fantastical animals that the child within wished to beam with glee and a w e. What strange times they lived in...

After years of struggle, Arya finally made her way home, haunted by the memories from better days. She could hear her brothers laughing in the yard before a stern though still gentle reprimand from her lady mother would snap the in line. That girl had longed for adventure, to see the world, she would have loved dragons at Winterfell. But that girl had died the same day the sword swung down at the sept of baelor.

Instead, careful grey eyes followed one of their newest visitors: The dragon queen. Mother of dragons. Breaker of chains. Arya had a distaste for queens but mayhaps this one would be different. The girl could care less who sat upon the Iron Throne as long as they were just, for the smallfolk, and let her family be home and safe. They'd lost too much already.

but for short periods of time, she finds reprieve when it is just she and jon alone. he walks with her from her drogon. (rhaegal is off flying in search of food in the distance.) and it's the first time all day that she's heard her own laughter over something he'd said. his reaction to her children is amusing, to say the least. their banter brings her peace, she finds herself feeling genuine joy. it is short-lived when he bids her temporarily goodbye, leaving daenerys to watch his receding form as he headed off to speak to others in joining her cause in return for her joining theirs.

moments pass, gaze sweeps the area – she finds she's not as alone as she'd thought she had been. one sister doesn't care much for the likes of her. but what of this one? arya, she believes. they hadn't a moment to really speak much.