#melssndre

» @melssndre​ asked :  ❛   the problem with wanting is that it makes us weak  ❜  

FIRE RUNS HOT IN HER VEINS, AND ANGER FLARES AS THE INFERNO RISES – dragon stirring in the manner of her gaze lifting, the embers that heat molten violet as hues roam before the woman before her, the slightest twitch that accompanies the tilt of her head ; a manner more dragon than human. Fingertips flex where petite frame lingers, watching, on a makeshift throne ( poor excuses for that which she seeks so eagerly ) and perhaps those words are not intended to offend, but they do have such desired effect. She’s never been good with holding back her temper, and this moment is no different – tone levied with a warning beneath each syllable, as she quips in response.

“And you think my want for the throne makes me weak?”

A mere glance to her left is enough to quell the annoyance that stirs – impatience, because for all of the advice so freely offered to her day by day she’s only hearing what she shouldn’t do and what she shouldn’t be, not what she should. Moment passes, before turning her attention to the RED WITCH before her.

“And what do you suggest gives strength, instead?”

I love how you going through this mental breakdown and be like: FUck Uthred tbh to. OH NOE… PLEASE NO

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for a WHILE i’ve been like yO BUT FUCK UHTRED and now i’m whEEZING LIKE 

DON’T--

Lmaooo yes!!

@melssndre​​ said : “ at least winter makes way for spring ”

SHE WONDERS IF THIS MIGHT BE THEIR LAST NIGHT IN THE WORLD ; THE WOMAN, RETURNED TO THEM, and on the eve of battle no less – and herself, on the verge of being brought against the most dangerous of all ( fallen dragon, and the monster of whom had created the very army they were facing now ; sky born and battle bred ) and with only hours to come until the dawn was supposed to rise. Indeed, it’s a sobering thought – and one that keeps sleep at bay.

Instead, gaze flickers to the woman who approaches so silently, and she finds herself lingering in silence for a moment, before glance edges back towards the darkened night before them, and far over the grounds, where the dead will come. Daenerys doesn’t speak for several breaths to follow, before she murmurs.

ngl, today i had a flat tire, got someone to replace it with my spare, and my spare was flat so i’m feeling a solid 8/10 on that today lmao

They mean the sword from the games. who is named like hat.