︵ ✧ 𝑌𝑂𝑈 — 𝖒𝐲 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗.

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𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 is hard for the other one to hear. to conceptualize given when she was alive their house was in its prime, with more dragons than her three children, & with plenty of silver haired, violet eyed kin to go 'round. their house had shrunk to almost nothing now with hardly any prospects to gain numbers but daenerys knows she can do this one thing ... she can win back their throne, she can take her rightful place queen just like rhaenyra had tried to do so long ago despite to no true avail or win. ( she had made the history books, yes, but it was a version her brother never told her about. he omitted what he did not want her to know, he was selective, & it had been up to daenerys to learn her own history. of what she could, anyways. ) now she stands as one of the lasts ... no one was left alive to share their stories or tell her things she could never know otherwise. it saddens her more than anyone will ever know yet it also inspires her to drive harder for what belongs to her.

︳ ︵ ⟡ 〔 @zaldarias asked, " could you make it clear ? " 〕

𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐒 tried to stick to her routine as close as allowed & possible. it brings a sense of control, it brings a sense of normalcy when everything else around her is not normal nor in control. rhaenyra has taken back her throne, she has begun the process of fully instating herself & helaena, a bit selfishly, has never been happier for anything else--it takes the weight off of her, it removes a title from her name that the young woman had never wished for. ( in truth she may have one of the only sibling to think different from everyone else. she knew from the beginning, from what her father had set, that it belonged to rhaenyra. yet, what power did she have ? she was second born of her mothers children, she was not the favorite. ) feet halt in their spot when eyes set on baela, fingers clutching her journal a little tighter. head tilts to the side slight as a soft smile spreads onto lips & into her eyes: ❛ baela, ❜ the name is spoken warmer than the other might have expected. ❛ it is nice to see you again. how are you ? ❜

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 & 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏 in whatever plan umbrella had cooked up, whatever new verse they had created in their labs. was it ever going to be enough ? raccoon city was already bad enough as well as the situations which had followed--people like chris or leon kennedy fight them endlessly as does she yet claire had saved some of her peace by choosing something slight different. ( often times she wonders if these people are human. if they know the harm they do & simple turn a blind eye or are they forced to follow instructions ? ) expression is set firm lingering on angry, nostrils flared & blue eyes hard set on the woman across from her. ❛ do you have any idea the pain you've caused ? ❜ it comes out harsh, accusatory. ❛ the people umbrella have killed. ❜

𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐘, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓. 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 that her home coming would accompany so many difficult hurdles that keep her from her goal. if it was not the pressure of what linger beyond the wall then it was cersei lannister who currently occupies her throne. what more could she do but take the steps as they come ? she was born for the throne, she was destined to free the world from tyrants & make as better of a place as she could. daenerys taragryen, the last of a dynasty. arms cross over one another as violet eyes peer toward the other, one of her dothraki guards lingering just behind at the door. a breath is taken in, eyebrows furrowing a little: ❛ how do i know i can trust you ? ❜

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄, 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 to her own kind. people who would understand, people she could talk about to it, friends even. having grown up in a sheltered, religious household in a small, middle of no where town she finally had the chance to open up her mind & learn things she hadn't ever been given the chance to. nothing but time now, right ? being undead, being immortal ... she could do anything she wanted yet the roots of her humanity still clung to her bones or in her eyes. she was not changed by the centuries, by being born in a different time. legs bring themselves close to chest were she sat on her maker, bills, couch. blue eyes take a moment to take in the other across from her. rhaenyra was their name ? ❛ that woman ... ❜ having been turned at just twenty-one, just after her birthday, jessica was still almost overbearingly nosy. but, it was more of a bid for connection. ❛ is she ... your girlfriend ? ❜ eyebrow raises, red hair falling over her shoulder. eyes close to shake her head, ❛ sorry i- ... i might'a not needed t'ask that. it's so ... quiet here, not lots of people like us. ❜

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓, 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 type out of all of her siblings. even rhaenyra. but, it was good that she had it in her is it not ? she gave the order to let the dragons pass, she was the one who the guards listened to despite how she tried to urge her mother to make the call for her. she had had a point, she was 'the queen' -- or, was, but now a new queen had taken up the title. rhaenyra sits the iron throne as her father would have liked, intended it, & helaena selfishly feels an immense weight off of her shoulders for it. ( she had never wanted to be queen but no one asked her what she wanted did they ? aegon was crowned & she refused to bow her head to him. even helaena knew it was wrong but perhaps now some right can be given to the situation. ) hand continues to hold her leather bound journal, violet eyes gazing up sister with a softness in them. despite it all, the horrors she was forced to witness & have thrown onto her, helaena still finds occasion to smile.

︳ ︵ ⟡ 〔 @zaldarias said, " so, where did you get that confidence from? " 〕

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. in the moment it takes so much effort for her to silence the whispers wanting to fan themselves against her ear, echo inside her mind in a tone that does not belong to her. the temperature always drops when she's in the presence of a spirit, when they decide to use her to say something unspoken in life. the repression of it felt like being drawn to the bottom of the ocean by weights, the fatigue that overtakes her & the physical withdraw is almost not worth trying to keep is pushed down. ( ever since she was girl it felt like this yet before the trials & horror of adulthood riley had been able to handle it better. perhaps it was the rose tinted glasses, the playful mind, of a child that made her 'friends' easier to digest. ) riley often hated what she was, what she had seen. would it have been easier to be normal, would she had been happier ? instead she was tempermental, grouchy, not the friendliest person alone. there was a reason she was alone.

︳ ︵ ⟡ 〔 @stabscream said, " it's feminine intuition. " 〕