#gorgeous beasts

                                 he had fallen … jon had fallen and it was EXACTLY what she had been terrified of. she could feel it before she saw it. it was as though somebody had torn her heart from her chest and tossed it to the ground without any concern or humanity –– piercing it with a blade and watching the twitching of her vital organ within their very palms begging to be placed back inside the confinements of a rib cage. glistening hues fell to the wreckage, noticing his chocolate curls splayed across his face and a look of defeat crashing over his features. even hundreds of miles high as the heat rumbled within her dragons stomach, daenerys could see it as clear as day. having landed on the battle ground, powerful wings obliterating any red cloaks within the proximity and sending them to their death, the mother of dragons lost all air in her lungs. with the help of a fiery redhead, tormund lifted jon’s cold and limp body onto drogon’s back and all it took was one plummet with scaled kites to lift off, catapaulting into the distance. daenerys had whispered through tears and a broken valyrian voice for her child to bring them down to the ground, somewhere on a hill top where they were far from the mayhem ... somewhere that felt  S A F E  despite the carnage that had unfolded before her very orbs. balls of crystal threatened to leave sapphire hues as she tugged him onto the green grass of where they had found themselves, all sign of ice and snow dissipating with the winter over and before she could even comprehend what had happened, drogon had set back off towards the battleground –– leaving nothing but the silent sounds of his hoarse breath begging for air and the desperate whimpers exuding from his lungs. but the mother of dragons was no maester. she was no warrior, she was no soldier and she did not know what to do when the vermillion liquid spilled against the white of her dress and clotted against his leather –– thick, dark crimson leaving prints of blood that did not belong to her body but the body of the man that she loved. she was about to take the seven kingdoms and if she did not help him, he would not be there by her side … he would not be there to watch her conquer, he would not be there to watch her flourish and he would not be there to love and to guide her when she felt as though she could not turn to anybody else. jon snow had always deserved far better than this ... than her.

weak arms lifted his body into her lap, a panic stitching within her breath as her left arm cradled around his shoulders and head, her right palm frantically fumbling in an attempt to strip him of his garments and that was when she saw it. a deep laceration near his chest and for a moment, she was uncertain if it had pierced through his lung or if he was losing breath out of shock. with her forehead pressed to his through bitter tears, the queen gritted her teeth together –– a wail finding itself within her chest as it let out a bloodcurdling sob. “you can … you can breathe. just try, for me.” digits drew infinity signs across his abdomen, pooling in puddles of blood as she lifted her quivering palm –– broken rays of sapphire glazing down at her fingertips as her own ribcage imploded with heart wrench. all she had ever known was the iron throne and taking back what was hers by right and immediately, she would have switched that long lasting dream for the man that had taught her another objective … how to LOVE. eyes screwed into balls, cheeks flushing with a red as bright as the one that threatened to steal his life. as much as she wanted to feast her eyes upon him, to take in her last few moments –– she simply could not. daenerys refused to watch the life slip away from his eyes, organs shutting down one by one as the cardinal fluid continued to melt over the lilac scars that spilled over his chest … one by one, swallowing each healed wound that littered his body. he was dying in her arms; vulnerable, weak and small and for once in her life, the mother of dragons had little power over what she could do. fighting back sobs, holding back whimpers and biting back wails –– daenerys allowed her warm petals to press to his own iced lips, crystal balls cascading over her appled cheeks and falling onto his own milky features. “please … please, stay with me. when the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, only then will you be able to leave me, jon snow.”

Please listen to this baby tapir CHEEP and maybe all your sorrows will go away for a precious moment 🩷🩷🩷