#gorgns

      𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑  brother in the wake of what had happened recently to luke.   not only to see of his welfare, but to inquire of his progress in securing the north for their cause against the greens.   bundled up in what suitable cloths she had, visenya made the journey from dragonstone to winterfell—the image of a huge black  &&  purple beast flying about the skies either struck people with awe or   𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻   !   everyone knew of the strength of the dragons before their house stood divided   &&   even a lone rider tended to set people on unease.     ;      from the sky her dragon lands among the frost covered grounds, a thin veil of snow falling from grey clouds overhead.   the castle looms   &&   tessarion gives a great unsatisfied grumble at the cold nipping at her riders cheeks   &&   even her own skin despite the hard, steel like scales.   ❝   rȳbagon, tessarion.  umbagon.  I’ll sagon yn iā moment.  ❞   commands the targaryen princess with a pat to her companions neck before moving away.   violet eyes settle in a collection of people camped on the outside of the village, but not nearest the castle. visenya approaches a woman,   ❝  excuse me, my lady . . . i am searching for someone i believe to be among your people.   could you  𝙰𝙸𝙳  me in finding her ?  ❞

      dark eyes stare at the other,  head tilted in curiosity.  it doesn’t take long for the angel to recognize who the woman is  (  it would be rather difficult not to  )  and a grimace pulls at radueriel’s lips.  ‘  i never did like poseidon.  ’

“   i   had   hoped   that   the   stories   of   a   guardian   would   prove   to   be    true.   ”

          “     this  place  …     ”     his  head  hurts  as  he  sits  up  —  when  does  it  not  ?  —  and  tries  to  take  in  his  surroundings.  nico  squints  like  it’ll  help  him  understand  where  he  is  any  better.     “     is  it  a  dream  or  reality  ?     ”     there’s  a  no  shortage  of  instances  that  he  thought  he  woke  up  ,  only  to  be  somewhere  deep  in  a  lucid  dream  ,  struggling  for  control.  everytime  he  thinks  he’s  finally  got  a  hold  on  them  ,  it  falls  through.

THERE ARE PERHAPS WORSE WAYS  to be awoken than by the lapping of waves,  a gentle chill against the skin.  But there are many better ways to find oneself at the waters edge,  all a far cry from how she herself was deposited upon the shore.   A cough and a sputter and she sits up,  sand clinging to mats of wet fur and hair,  allowing herself but a moment to gaze out at the waters and attempt to piece her memory together.  The bow,  half buried in the sand, fractured,  is all the confirmation of failure she needs.   She makes her choice :   she does not stand.   No,  she is resigned,  her body made not of the stuff it once was,  now all weary bones and burning lungs.   Instead she sits where she has been placed,  knees to chest,  eyes upon the water.   It would be so easy         she thinks          to accept both fate and failure in stride.   When was the last time she took a moment’s rest ? 

asoiaf sentences / accepting.

 just  because  he’s  got  better  vision  in  the  dark  than  humans  doesn’t  mean  he  doesn’t  know  it’s  fuckin’  weird  to  be  wearing  sunglasses  when  it’s  dark      .      so  does  everyone  else      ,      by  the  way  they  were  staring  at  her      .      that’s  why  he’s  coming  right  back  out  of  the  little  tourist  shop      ,      his  hair  held  back  with  a  tie  so  the  temple  tips  of  his  new  sunglasses  don’t  get  caught  in  his  hair      .                        ❝          no  sense  in  not  being  protected      .      those  are  the  sun’s  rays  up  there  at  that  moon      .      could  still  be  dangerous      .          ❞                        he  lifts  a  shoulder      .                            ❝          seems  like  you  know  your  way  around  this  place      .          ❞

    “ HELLO ? ” He called, voice hoarse and cracking. “ Is someone there ? I-- I don’t mean any harm, I just washed ashore. I’m unarmed and wounded, if it counts for anything. ”