and one shall ride in flames.

CARICE VAN HOUTEN AS LADY MELISANDRE OF ASSHAI IN HBO'S GAME OF THRONES, SEASON TWO TO SEASON EIGHT.

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Carice Van Houten ( b. 1976 ) is a Dutch actress, she has Dutch and Scottish ancestry.

Game of Thrones is a high fantasy show set in the game of thrones universe, based on the song of ice and fire universe.

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the bringers of the end times.

THE HORSEMEN OF THE APOCOLYPSE.

❛  your reflection can't offer a word to the bliss of not knowing yourself. ❜

❛  no closer could i be to god or why he would do what he's done. ❜

❛  what you live in, it finds a way to live in you. ❜

❛  your heart has such darkness. ❜

❛  i wanna be gone. i wanna run so far, i'd beat the morning. ❜

❛  before the dawn has come, i'd block the sun if you want it done. ❜

❛  let all time slow. let all light go. ❜

❛  i don't need to know where we begin and end. ❜

❛  i'd still know you, not being shown you. ❜

❛  the first time that you kissed me, i drank dry the river lethe. the liffey would have been softer on my stomach all the same. ❜

❛  some part of me must have died the first time that you called me baby. ❜

❛  some part of me came alive the first time that you called me baby. ❜

❛  these days, i think, i owe my life to flowers that were left here by my mother. ain't that like them? gifting life to you again. ❜

❛  oh, to share the space with simple living things infinitely suffering but fighting off, like all creation, the absence of itself ... but anyway. ❜

❛  some part of me stayed alive each time that you called. ❜

❛  whatever keeps you around, it keeps you around. ❜

❛  when i was young i used to guess, are there limits to any emptiness? ❜

❛  how could you think i'd scare so easily? ❜

❛  my life was a storm since i was born. how could i fear any hurricane? ❜

❛  i would do it again if i could hold you for a minute. ❜

❛  what good would it be on the far side of things? ❜

❛  i would not change it each time. ❜

❛  heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i. ❜

❛  i feel lighter than i have in so much time. ❜

❛  how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me? ❜

❛  if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me. ❜

❛  if you need to, lean your weight to me. ❜

❛  if we fall, i only pray, don't fall away from me. ❜

❛  i'm starving, darling. let me put my lips to something. ❜

❛  you can't buy this fineness. ❜

❛  we can celebrate the good that we've done. ❜

❛  we had nowhere to go and every desire for going there. ❜

❛  i heard once, it's the comforts that make us feel numb. ❜

❛  it was just our turn being blamed for a world we had no power in. ❜

❛  i haven't felt it since then. i don't know how the feeling ended. ❜

❛  i know being reckless and young is not how the damage gets done. ❜

❛  we knew what our love was worth when we had nothing. ❜

❛  i miss when we did not need much. ❜

❛  you were steering my heart like a wheel in your hands. ❜

❛  all i needed was someone when the whole wide world felt young. ❜

❛  hold me like water or hold me like a knife. ❜

❛  you and i burned out our steam chasing someone else's dream. ❜

❛  how can something be so much heavier but so much less than what it seems? ❜

❛  you only feel it when it's lost. getting through still has its cost. ❜

❛  if there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right. ❜

❛  we didn't get it right but we did our best. ❜

❛  knowing that everything will end should not change our plans. ❜

❛  all things end. ❜

❛  there are some things that no one teaches you that come natural as a dream you didn't know that you were in. ❜

❛  the awful things we do to make the head go quiet. ❜

❛  you may never know your fortune until the distance has been shown between what is lost forever and what can still be known. ❜

❛  i don't wanna be anything but i would do anything just to run away. ❜

❛  go look another way. ❜

❛  look, i wanna be loud. so loud, i'm talking seismic. ❜

❛  i will not be great but i'm grateful to get through. ❜

❛  the memory hurts but does me no harm. ❜

❛  the moment i knew i'd no choice but to love you. ❜

❛  there's a part of me, i'm afraid will always be trapped within an abstract from a moment of my life. ❜

❛  you know, the distance never made a difference to me. ❜

❛  so, i thought you were like an angel to me. ❜

❛  it ain't the being alone. it ain't the empty home. you know i'm good on my own. ❜

❛  so much of the living is the being unknown. ❜

❛  do you know i could break beneath the weight of the goodness i still carry for you? ❜

❛  there are some people who are better unknown. ❜

❛  darkness always finds you either way. ❜

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' 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. ' and truly it sounded a pleasure. black pools fixed upon her in their approach through the havoc of what had, 'til recently, been a hotel lounge. bullets weaved their rapid-fire dance about his slender form with nary a scratch … shouting, explosions, distant shrieks - they paid little heed to the chaos for it came hand in hand with WAR ( familiar, comforting ).

' my thanks for the open bar. ' he stepped behind the mahogany counter, glass crunching beneath designer soles. the blood and ash which littered the room seemed to have little sway over the crisp, clean lines of their suit ; cream, with silken accents of gold.

in  the  middle  of  the  room  stands  a  woman. rather,  most  that  looked  assume  that. she  makes  humans  stop  and  stare, a vague sense of attraction and unease simultaneously left in her wake. dark red hair, full hips, pearly white teeth almost too sharp. curiosity  and  intrigue,  yes. lust,  of  course. but  it's  the  way  her  eyes  flash  when  something  devastating  happens,  when  a  rescue  mission  becomes  a  desperate  attempt  to  count  numbers  of  dead  instead,  that  makes  them  stop. they  never  know  why  they're  so  uncomfortable  when  they  stare  too  long,  but  it  never  ceases  to  make  her  giddy. long  curls  pass  down  her  back,  hardly  touched  even  as  the  blasts  continue  around  them. a  stain  of  red  blood  on  an  otherwise  perfectly  fine  shirt  and  a  streak  of  dirt  on  porcelain  skin. still,  they  giggle,  childlike  for  a  moment,  watching  the  (  no  longer !  )  allies  turn  on  one  another. it  happened  so  quickly  !  a  nearby  presence  makes  them  turn  fast,  carmine  red  lips  smiling  even  wider, ❛  you  made  time  for  little  ole'  me  ?  or  is  this  a  coincidence  of  apocalyptic  proportions  ?    ❜  a  comment  is  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue,  a  joke  about  death  checking  in if two of them were together  (  as  if  the lord  truly  needed  to  ),  but  as  quick  as  its  there,  it's  gone. better  not  to  bring  up  long  since  buried  business. 

 both  hands  seek  theirs  out  almost  immediately,  a  hardy  squeeze  before  she  lets  go,  studying  the  way  one  of  her  dearest ( and only )  friends  moved  around  the  disaster  currently  happening  before  them,  avoiding  the  beautiful  shrapnel  effortlessly. ❛  have  you  lost  your  manners  in  retirement  or  are  you  going  to  make  me  a  drink  ?  ❜   they  counter,  finally  stepping  towards  the  bar,  the  heel  of  her  boot  crunching  against  glass  (  or  bone  ?  ). war  hops  up  on  the  counter  easily,  using  the  bar  stool  as  a  foot  rest. not  one  to  turn  her  back  from  the  beauty  in  life,  she  turns  her  head  to  watch  the  humans  scatter  around. the  terror  on  their  features  as  they  realize  they  will  not  survive  the  hours  to  come  has  her  in  a  particularly  joyous  mood.