dracarys.

“Me too, nothing made sense until … until I met you. Maybe we were close before we ended up here, whoever we were. Because suddenly, a lot of those dreams started making sense.”

He observed her for a moment, trying to piece everything together. Some fragments are of him using his fire against her and people he thought were his friends. But why did later ones show him saving her? 

“My dreams are strange, really.  Sometimes I’m in this tundra, or a palace, a huge city with huge walls, and … some flying animal thing. Whoever I was before must’ve been some determined guy, whatever I was looking for must’ve been important.”

      “You mean Appa?”

The name left her lips before she fully realized it. The name simply came to her the more Zuko spoke, as if his descriptions of his own experiences were enough to bring some of those memories to the surface.

drvgonfire said:“ did you just forget about me or something? ” (myrcella&tyrion)

                          he couldn’t help it but give a genuine laugh at that. myrcella, his sweet niece.. who was absolutely nothing like her mother - who deserved so, so much better than what she had gotten. tyrion adored her, he always had.. he had been completely heartbroken when he had heard of her and tommen’s deaths and ever since, the guilt hadn’t left him, especially after cersei’s words. would she have died, if.. if tyrion hadn’t been bold enough to shot that crossbow against his own father? would jaime have not died, if tyrion had set him free in time? tyrion wasn’t sure and yet, he knew that the guilt over his brother’s deaths, over tommen’s and even tywin’s deaths would always stay with him, no matter what. myrcella and cersei, however.. were a different case.  they were here - they were alive and well, giving tyrion all the opportunities needed to make things right with her.  “sweetling, you wound me. why would i ever forget my favorite niece? i’m just.. so, so happy to see you. i truly am. now, come give your favorite uncle a hug and tell him all about the adventures you plan on having in this place.  ”    giving her a hand a squeeze, tyrion smiled, imagining how myrcella would be able to get a normal life here - the life she had always deserved, if only her mother didn’t interfere.  tyrion would do anything in his power to make that happen.

      “Uncle. There’s no competition for being your favorite niece — unless you know something that I don’t.”

It did not take long for Myrcella to move forward in the direction of her uncle. Within seconds she was kneeling and wrapping her arms around him in a gentle hug. It had been so, so long since she had seen a majority of her family. She had missed them terribly.

there’s a bit of a wry grin at that, him tilting the slushie in a half-assed version of a toast. “i guess we’ll get along if you’re not planning to chase me off the premises.”

j.d. blinks when he sees her focus in more, evidently attentive at the motorcycle. “thanks. and, uh - that’s bullshit,” he says after a moment. “presumptuous of me, i know. but that’s utter bullshit from your parents.” he kicks his heel back gently, letting it hit a pipe with a soft clank. “got this one from my dad. as soon as i can afford a new one, i’m getting rid of it. don’t want any perks from him if i can help it.”

      “... Yeah, it kind of is bullshit, isn’t it?”

The comment drew a laugh from her lips, and Terra took that as her cue to step just a little closer. Hands shoved into her pockets as she stepped up onto the curb, and she leaned forward to get a better look at the bike.

        “was that your case?” he knew he had no business asking her, but.. he couldn’t help it. deep down, he felt like it was. “you’re most certainly right, daenerys. if there’s something i’ve found over the years, it’s that.. the world doesn’t care about us. it never did. people like us.. we have to make the most with what we have and strive to win more, no matter the consequences. if we don’t put ourselves first, no one else will. you can be certain of that.”  he could see that she was slowly thinking about his proposition - jafar didn’t expect her to accept it right away, if she did.. she would be either a fool or desperate, both of which would certainly not make him trust her.  this way.. he’d know it was safer for him to make her join the little alliance that he was planning on making.  

     he couldn’t help it but chuckle at her words, shaking his head. “i murdered my father, when i was nothing but a boy. he almost murdered my mother and.. i did not hesitate. i couldn’t. where i come from.. hesitating means dying.  i can assure you, i don’t intend on becoming like him. our blood doesn’t matter, daenerys. our choices do.”

   otherwise, if he was wrong.. he would end up a street rat again, mistreating his wife and eventually being murdered by his child. he couldn’t.. he would never do that and, considering, he would never marry if it wasn’t the woman who had always held his heart and.. he would never hurt her. jafar was sure of that.

There was a brief silence on her end as she debated on just how much information she should indulge the other in. It was important to keep certain things to herself, but in this world... many facts about herself were no longer relevant. No longer a threat to her. This wasn’t Westeros or Essos.

      “It was. I lived in exile after my fathered was killed.”

She raised a brow at his next words, though she could understand the meaning behind them. Daenerys could say little on the death of family. She had stood by and watched as her own brother had been killed due to his impudence, and she had supported it. It was terrible, but Viserys was more so.

Robb thought of her words for a moment. It was true, Everly didn’t have much to offer. “So were you a queen?” He asked, curious more than ever to know who she was and what title she went by. He had a few guesses in mind but decided to keep those to himself. “You talk as if you yourself have fought against the Lannisters many times which makes me believe that you were a ruler of some sort and if Jon pledged to you then you must have had power unless he was pledging to you in love.” He smiled softly. “I believe in taking down the Lannisters and feel you might be inclined to say the same.”

      “I was, though I suppose I cannot claim to be the queen since I never reached the iron throne.” It felt strange to talk of kings, queens, and thrones in such a place. It hadn’t taken Daenerys long to realize that such things were long gone here. “Admittedly, I believe he pledged to me in both ways. One led to the other.”

          “why not? it’s not.. completely impossible, your grace. stranger things have happened. who would have thought your brother had left a son, after all these years? what i’m trying to say is.. there’s still hope. you can be happy here, i’m certain of it. this place is nothing like our home - it’s quiet, it’s peaceful and.. it’s good. i can promise you’ll learn to enjoy it.” perhaps it wasn’t the best thing to talk about, but.. tyrion had to try and and address the jon situation, before he arrived here.  even here, even after everything.. tyrion lannister was still acting as the hand to daenerys targaryen but above all, tyrion didn’t see it like that. he saw it as helping the woman who had shared a glass of wine when they had first met and promised that one day, they would talk about their terrible fathers and he would explain to her why he had decided to raise a hand against the mighty tywin lannister and finally get him out of the way. the woman had been the first person to believe in him, even when no one else did.

     even when people looked at him and saw someone unworthy - the dwarf, the half-man, the parent killer.. daenerys saw someone worthy. someone worthy enough to be her hand, someone that she trusted enough to maybe, one day, call a friend. “oh, i doubt that. ser jorah might have loved you, yes, but.. he was an honorable man. i like to believe that he would have been able to call you to reason, had he been there when it happened. you always did seem to listen to him above everyone else. even above me.  he would have made a good hand.. him or grey worm or varys. yet, you picked the dwarf. the half-man, the traitor, the parent killer. why? i’ve always wondered.” what did you see in me that made you believe i was worth saving?  he wanted to ask and yet, kept quiet as she spoke, nodding a little bit. “it was still the wrong thing to do. perhaps.. perhaps if i had managed to find the right words, all of this could have been avoided. still, in those final days.. i couldn’t say much in your presence without annoying you completely. so much you even decided to have me executed.” 

     tyrion smiled sadly, before looking over at her again. “you know.. the day you named me your hand, i made a vow. that if the day ever came when you believed i deserved to die, i would accept it gladly, because.. if the only person who believed i was worth something said that i deserve to die, maybe i really did. i suppose it doesn’t matter now.” he could only watch as she picked up the pin that he had thrown to her feet before and moved closer, tyrion’s eyes never leaving her own. she still. she still wanted his advice, no matter how badly things had ended between the two of them, she still wanted him by her side. besides jaime.. he didn’t believe anyone had ever believed in him so much.  how could he say no? he couldn’t. he wouldn’t. tyrion lannister was many things, but… he wasn’t ungrateful. especially not to someone who had done so much for him. “your grace - dany,” a friend, not a queen. “i would be honored. to be your friend, to be.. whoever you want me to be. after all, the children of bad fathers should stick together, especially when my sister has already shown her face in this place.”

      “It is not impossible, but the realistic side of it... it is dim.” Daenerys had fire and blood coursing through her veins, and stifling her will to rule would be no easy feat. It was practically impossible, and even if there was no throne here... she could learn to rule in different ways. Better Everly in a way she had apparently failed in Westeros.

She continued to smile sadly. Tyrion might have been right— she hoped he was, anyway. Jorah had always had her best interest, and he had often been the one to talk her down from the more severe ledges. Still, she stood by her decision. Jorah had been important, but Tyrion had the mind. The experience. The interest of the people. “Because you have a mind fit for seeing what is right, Tyrion. You have all the qualities that a hand needs to serve their king or queen. You do not settle for what is easy, or what I want to you. You do what is right. You would be just as fit to rule, if you had an interest in it.”

      “You wish to start over?”

The girl’s face was stoic, hard. However, she could only keep the image for but a few seconds. Within time her features relaxed and Myrcella allowed herself to approach her uncle with a gentle smile.

      “And leave you alone to close up? I’ll pass.”

Work was winding down, and though there weren’t too many people left at May’s Corner Terra wouldn’t feel right leaving the other to handle the rest. With how this place was they’d get a rush of customers as soon as she walked out the door.

      “Strong, or foolish?”

Tyrion was one of the few that Daenerys would allow to see her in such a way. Vulnerable. In need of support. It had been his role as hand, though the Targaryen hadn’t allowed him to do his job so properly in the past.

- ; phrases that really hit you where it hurts

“ did you really have to be that honest? ” “ every time i see you i just feel more alone. ” “ you changed me. ” “ was this all just a joke to you? ” “ i don’t want to know. ” “ can we start over? ” “ you make me feel so insecure. ” “ i don’t know if i can love you. ” “ every time i wake up i’m reaching for you … but you’re never there. ” “ of course it meant something! ” “ stop yelling! ” “ i gave up on you a long time ago. ” “ you think i care about you? cute. ” “ did you just forget about me or something? ” “ i still need you. ” “ i wanna say that there’s still hope but sometimes things just don’t go your way. ” “ you said you would keep trying! ” “ no, you ARE strong. ” “ you promised me! ” “ fine. you’ll never see me again, okay? ” “ i gave you everything i had. ” “ your eyes can be so cruel … ” “ i can never do anything right can i !? ” “ i want my life back. ” “ stop crying. ” “ you should go. ” “ don’t come back. ” “ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” “ just stop it. ” “ i was never in love with you now leave me alone! ”

so when you’re an insomniac, and you spent most of your teenage years finding ways to escape your house and the other person in it, it gets hard to shake that habit. there’s no familiar convenience stores here in scotland, but there’s the equivalent, which is a mccoll’s, and it’s somewhere j.d. finds himself when he can’t take dealing with the dorm. sometimes he just wants to be left the hell alone without some freshman ambling up to him like they’ve got something worth listening to.

you know how college is supposed to be better than high school? yeah. it’s bullshit, at least while living on campus. things are mostly the same. cliques are a little more broken up, but people still know who they should talk to, and there’s still plenty of petty drama.

so someone can leave a whole continent, not just a state or a town or a school, and nothing changes. it’s good to know that. good to be properly cynical. so maybe he’s feeling a little bitter, and very superior. thus: the mccoll’s at one in the morning, and a cherry cola slushie, and j.d. lingering outside, perched on the seat of his motorcycle.

“if you’re about to accuse me of loitering, then all i have to ask is what are you? a goddamn cop?”

      “I actually wasn’t even going to say that at all.”

In fact, Terra was probably more likely to be loitering than the male before her. He at least appeared to have purchased something. The blonde girl was simply wandering about, lost in her own thoughts. There hadn’t really been a reason for her to be at this place.

She frowns a little, but then something catches her eye. The very thing that the male in front of her was seated on top of.

“it happened, your grace. there’s no use dwelling in something that happened in the past. in here, you can.. you can start over. you can be happy. there’s no throne, no royalty here.. you can live a normal life and leave the past behind. no one would blame you for something that happened in a world they don’t know. you don’t need to blame yourself for something you don’t even remember doing.. it wasn’t.. it was war. ”  

he didn’t believe this was happening - how he was trying to justify the actions of a tyrant, but.. this wasn’t the mad queen, he realized.  this was the daenerys he had believed in, with all of his heart, the daenerys that had believed and trust him, when no one else had.  he owed that daenerys to try and help this one find some peace, especially since there was nothing that could be done about what happened.  “missandei’s last words to you were.. dracarys. i should that was the point where you decided it was for the best. she didn’t deserve what happened to her. i tried to.. i tried to talk to cersei, i tried to get her to listen, but i.. i couldn’t. i couldn’t and missandei died and.. that’s one me. maybe all of this is on me. you deserved a better hand. jorah, perhaps. if he had been there.. perhaps he could have stopped the burning of king’s landing from happening. ”      he felt bad, because in a way, he understood. what had he done when tywin had sentenced him to death?    he had taken a crossbow and.. he had murdered his own father, after years and years of hatred and emotional abuse. perhaps.. he and daenerys weren’t so different all along.he felt bad for delivering the news to her so suddenly, but.. there was no other way. she needed to know and.. he needed to tell her, no matter what it cost and yet, tyrion found himself wanting to comfort her. what could he say, though?

 it’s not your fault? it was her fault, because she had been the one to ignore the bells of surrender and to burn the city to the ground. still, tyrion hoped his words could do her some good and help her find peace in this world. after all.. no one here knew here. no one here knew what she had done and… perhaps, that was a good thing.

 “dany, i.. no, it wasn’t the right thing to do. i shouldn’t have yelled at you like that - something you don’t even recall doing. i apologize, i.. i should have found a better way to tell you.” he paused, taking a few deep breaths, before continuing. “what happened back there.. it doesn’t have to define what you do here. you can move on.. you can be free, here. there’s nothing and no one stopping you.”

      “I’m not sure if that is entirely possible for me.”

She was born to rule. It was in her blood, and though Daenerys had no desire to turn into a mad queen... she still wished to be a queen. However, Tyrion did bring up a valid point. There was no royalty here and no throne. There was nothing for her to rule, and... likely, there was no home for her to return to. The events Tyrion described would likely still play out. 

      “No, you were the right choice as my hand. You’ve shown it even now. Ser Jorah... he was in love with me, so much so that I believe that he would have followed me even if I truly had gone mad.” A sad smile tugged at her lips as she recalled her dear friend. Jorah had gone through so much just to serve her, to win her favor. He was a man of honor, but he was also dedicated and loyal. He would have seen the fault in her actions, but in the end he likely would still remain by her side until the end. Tyrion... Tyrion knew when to put duty first. He knew not to feed into a mad tyrant’s ideals.

Daenerys finally turned her head to peer back at the Lannister, and she offered a slow shake of her head. “And how could you know my memories? Anyone would have done the same.” Her lips pursed into a thin line, and she turned her gaze to the floor once more. “I can never truly be free of it. There are people here... people from our world, and I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.”

Slowly, the Targaryen girl bent down to pick up the pin that had been thrown at her feet. She grasped it carefully, then moved to stand in front of the other.

              *             PETER HAD NOT BEEN USED TO MANY pretty girls looking his way, especially not talking to him. he had never payed them too much attention, his heart and eyes had always been dedicated to only one girl. Looking down at her, Peter sighed, swinging down from the web, glad that he had forgotten to take his mask. At least, she wouldn’t be able to know who he was. 

       “Uh, yes, m’am. Is there anything I can assist you with? I’m Spider-Man, your local hero.  Very nice to meet you, m’am.”  Peter tried to use a more masculine voice, but failed miserably, what made him extremely glad for the fact that his mask huffed out most of the sound.  “It is indeed a spider web, m’am.”

      “Uh — no, there’s not...”

It was strange to her. A person just announcing so bluntly that they were indeed some sort of hero. Perhaps it was just because Terra had done the same thing in the past, but her story was not one that had ended well on that front. Then again, perhaps she truly never had been a right fit for the hero life.

    he couldn’t believe he was actually starting to feel bad for her. tyrion had every intention to make her pay for what she had done when they first ran into each other here, but now.. now that he knew she didn’t remember it, it was a different story. hands clenched into fists by his side, tyrion looked down, a little bit ashamed for the very first time since arriving in this place. what had he done? if she didn’t remember it.. what kind of tragedy had he just caused, by telling her what had happened. by telling her everything. 

“       your grace, i..   we tried. both varys and i, we.. tried our very best, but you refused to listen. jon did too. after cersei beheaded missandei, you didn’t listen to anyone but greyworm and.. he agreed that attacking the city was the best option.   after that, neither jon or varys or i could do anything to stop you. you executed varys and.. you were about to execute me.”   part of him wanted to yell at her that it wasn’t fair - after all, he had been the only one that had never given up on her - who had loved her, who had trusted her.. right until the very end.  

 he didn’t deserve what he had gotten, but.. in the end, neither did she.  she was just a girl - forced to carry on her family legacy and.. in the end, the madness had caught up to her.   the daenerys he knew and loved was gone, even.. even if it didn’t feel like it. even if it felt like she was right here, in front of him.. needing his advice once more.   tears starting to  cloud his vision, tyrion shook his head, before moving in a little bit closer to her. he wanted to comfort her, he did. he wanted to tell her that it wasn’t her fault - that anyone would have done what she did, after losing so many people, but.. it was no excuse. 

it would never be any excuse enough to justify what she had done and tyrion knew it. “you lost everyone. jorah, missandei, rhaegal.. the people were turning on you, because jon had the best claim to the throne. eventually, it.. it became too much to bear, i suppose. you wanted to make my sister pay and.. you did. she and my brother died when king’s landing fell, alongside the entire city.  you became queen, if only for a little while. i suppose i should offer you my congratulations, for getting what you had always wanted.”

      “Right...Of course I did.”

It only made sense, if madness had truly claimed her. Madness had coerced her father into getting rid of any threat, any possibility of someone turning on him. It would only be right in her mind, if such insanity had truly claimed her, to do the very same.

Daenerys grew quiet, her hands still grasping at each other tightly. She had worked so hard, so hard to make connections. To get people to follow her, to trust her. She had wanted to be that person, and now she felt so isolated. A Targaryen alone in the world. 

      “It’s not what I wanted. Not like this. I didn’t want the blood of innocents on my hands. I...” I didn’t want to become my father.

She just wanted people to respect her. To love her and follow her. Daenerys had wished so badly to break the wheel, but instead it appeared to have crushed her. 

[ FREYA MAVOR + FEMALE] • MYRCELLA BARATHEON from GAME OF THRONES has just been enrolled. i believe the NINETEEN year old is staying in 11P and studying HISTORY. MYRCELLA even got an interview to be a WAITRESS at MAY’S CORNER. good for them !

She felt drained and emotional. It wasn’t a good mix.  She had found herself sat at the docks, feet dangling over the edge as her mind clouded with her thoughts. It was like she couldn’t sort them, remembering things that she wasn’t sure were true. It was why her head snapped when she heard someone talking to her. “What? What could you possibly need?” she snapped, hues narrowing. It wasn’t intentional. She didn’t mean to snap, but it just happened. “I…ugh,” she sighed, rubbing her hues. “Sorry…what did you want?”

Water always seemed to pull her places. Like there was a need for her to be close to it⁠— move it. It was the main reason she had come to the docks, though Katara hadn’t anticipated anyone else being there. Another girl sat a ways away from her, looking deep in thought. There was an attempt to check on her, ask if she was okay, but the response wasn’t exactly expected.

 *  IF THERE HAD BEEN A REASON that peter had gone through everything he did, it was because of this. Peter couldn’t remember what LIFE had been like before he had became Spider-Man, completely boring; that much was certain, especially after he had left New York behind, with everyone else, including the girl he had NEVER been able to reveal his feelings to. Still, dwelling about the past didn’t do anyone much good, as P E T E R had come to learn and the only thing he could do right now was enjoy everything he had been given, before it was taken away. Laying down on a web of his own making, Peter sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t high enough for it to be dangerous if he fell asleep and fell, but.. he wasn’t very low on the ground, either. LOST IN THOUGHTS, he barely noticed when someone spoke to him - only realizing that there was indeed someone there when he looked down, noticing someone’s eyes on him. “Uh, can I help you?”   He was still wearing his suit - the same suit of his own making, so he figured it would probably be a little weird to whoever had come across him. “I promise, uh.. this is not what it looks like, okay?  I was simply taking a break from school. C’mon, man, I’m sure you can understand that. School is stressing, especially summer school.”

      “Is that so?”

Terra had only stopped when she noticed the interesting sight above her. She was no stranger to weird suits and flashy outfits, and so she could only come to the conclusion that he was some sort of hero (or villain?). This hadn’t been someone one of the titans knew, or else she blonde likely would have remembered the... bright individual.