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Jacaerys Velaryon & Baela Targaryen in S2E02 - Rhaenyra the Cruel.

Charlie Barnett as Yord Fandar in The Acolyte — 1.04 "Day"

—Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons (The Red Dragon and the Gold) by George R.R. Martin.

—Fire & Blood, The Long Reign (Policy, Progeny and Pain) by George R.R. Martin.

THE ACOLYTE | 1X01: LOST/FOUND

@lastlockwood. " he's the last person that could be in charge of this town," she joked lightheartedly - but then again, how could a human run this town? mystic falls had shown again and again they weren't safe, including the mayor. so matt had a valid reason to protect her, sure. it was just really, really annoying she couldn't live her own life because he was so scarfed to lose another sister. then she should be allowed to have a fly on his wall all the time, and he was the one gone all damn summer. "sure you did," alice snorted but couldn't hide the smile pulling the corners of her mouth toward her eyes. "cause you're such a rebel."

@sorcerou. draco understood why cadmus stayed with them, and he didn't have a problem with it. part of him admired the older boy, but cadmus also unsettled him. cadmus was a consistent reminder of the man who had basically turned him into a werewolf. granted, the dark lord hadn't been the one to deliver the bite . . . but everyone who knew the situation knew it wasn't fenrir's call. ❝ i don't sleep. ❞ draco said with a shrug, looking out the window at the moon . . . not quite full yet, but he knew time was coming. ❝ not unless i'm . . . excruciatingly tired. ❞ he focused his attention back on cadmus, shrugging his shoulders, ❝ how close is nearly done? i don't want to bother starting something new if i don't have long to wait. ❞

no one slept much lately, they just didn't talk about it, but telling from the light from outside cast on the stone floor of cadmus' room, it was a whole other story for draco at this time. "i hear you," cadmus concurred quietly, looking down at the book on his desk like it was just a blank paper, taking a deep breath before looking at draco over his shoulder again with a slight smile thinning out his lips. "a day. two at worst. can't say i have anything better to do at the moment." it was merely a distraction, from things he couldn't control, from people he couldn't control. the rest of his time was spent plotting, but nothing too sinister as others might imagine. "though i'd imagine you could finish a thinner book by tomorrow, if there is one interesting enough."

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@sorcerou. there were very few people that blaise allowed to enter his personal space. theo nott was one of the only people who could get close to him without getting hexed, and he hated that theo had figured that out. away at three broomsticks, blaise had expected theo to flit around doing whatever it was theo did when he wasn't annoying blaise . . . but then he's in his space ( he's always in his fucking space . . . ). ❝ yes, that's exactly it. here i am trying to fuck the bartender like some horny fourth year, and she won't even give me the time of day. ❞ his breath catches in his throat when theo grabs his blazer, and his heartbeat definitely picks up a little bit. as much as theo annoys him, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about the two of them before. usually when he's completely alone. but theo's not supposed to know that. he meets his eyes, ❝ yeah, that's the real reason, theodore. i was waiting for-- ❞ he's cut off by theo's lips on his own, and he doesn't even process what he's doing before his eyes get wide and he's kissing theo back.