#outmagicked

          real   girls?   the   question   gives  you   a   pause   and   suddenly,   you   realize   what   she’s   talking   about.   ‘   that   hunter   girl   really   has   you   torn   up,   huh?   ‘   sighing,   you   realize   you’re   going   to   have   to   be   the   caring   aunt   today.   it’s   not   that   you   don’t   care   about   juliette  ....    but,   the   whole   caring   about   people   thing   isn’t   really   your   style.  ‘  listen,  juliette  ....    this   isn’t   going  to   be  your   last   heartbreak.   you’re   probably   feeling  all   kinds  of   human   emotions   right   now,  but  it’ll  pass.   hunters   and   vampires  ...   they   were  never   meant   to   mix.   i   know   that’s   probably  not   what   you   want   to   hear,  but   it’s   gonna  hurt   like   hell.   and   then,   in   twenty   years,   you   won’t   even   remember   her   name.   ‘    you   know   that’s   not   always   the   case,   but  you’ve   gotta   give   the   poor  kid   some   hope.  

        𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐆, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅  her uncle.    because she’s angry, because everything inside of her wants to fucking kill him for what he did to her brother, but that’d make her just as bad as him.   a kinslayer, a cursed word among most that carry’s with it the heaviest of burdens  &&  titles.   a cardinal sin.  arms linger at her sides, hand close to the hilt of her dagger should she need it on a moments notice—violet eyes narrow at his words, a scoff mixed with a laugh falling past her lips into the charged, tense air around them  !     ;      head tilts as a   𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁   smirk presses itself against lips:  ❝  you say that as if it were true. the iron throne, as my mother said, puts a set closer perhaps . . ❞   tone is humor less, dead serious,   &&  edging on cold. she isn’t the same girl she was that day at storms end. . . what he did  &&  what she witnessed changed her.  visenya wants revenge now.  ❝  but without our dragons we targaryens are just like everyone else.  &&  you, well, . . ❞   a pause to take a step toward him, but knowing better the young princess keeps some distance. she wants aemond to see her anger, to hear her words clearly.   ❝  without your beast of a dragon or fighting skills . . you, uncle, are nothing but a useless   𝔠𝔲𝔫𝔱  with one decent eye.  ❞   her smirk widens, genuine amusement written on features.

      ‘   bad   dream,   ‘   you   say    before   he   has   the   chance   to   ask.   in   reality,   you  hadn’t   really   slept.   and   nightmares  imply   rest.   you   hadn’t   gotten  much  of   that   as   of   late.   looking   up  at  him,   your   eyes   are   soft.   ‘   why’re   you   awake?   can’t   sleep?  ‘  

      𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖  a  hint of anger in the way her lips are set  &&  how brows furrowed with one another.   if she were young she might’ve headed his command, not fought back as hard, but now she will do no such thing.   not when he isn’t the only one who lost someone, who’s grieving, who’s angry  !     she isn’t a child anymore—she stopped being a child when she saw her brother murdered before her eyes. it’s the day her childhood ended, the day she stopped.  𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰   like she used too.   (    just eighteen with a crown on her head. eighteen with the responsibility of the seven kingdoms on her shoulders, of rebuilding, of dealing what what the aftermath of a civil war causes.  &&  he wants to do this ?  now ?  when she needs him most . . .   )     ;        ❝  you don’t get to abandon me .  ❞    tone is stern, verging on cold.    the fire in front of them lights only half of her features, enough to see the emotion in eyes that face lacks in the moment. jaw clenched,   ❝  you don’t get to shut me out or act as if you are the   𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙾𝙽𝙴   who lost someone during that damned civil war. you aren’t.  ❞    all of them gone—it’s just them now.   just them  &&  what sons daemons has left.   a breath is taken into her lungs to try  &&  steady herself, to make some allowance for her father because the last visenya wants is to push him away.     leaning toward as to catch his eye visenya makes an effort to soften her tone:  ❝  I need you, father.  ❞   hand reaches out, but retracts to rest against arm of the chair she’s sat in.   ❝  as my hand, as my father.   i need you, the boys need you—I cannot prepare aegon to be king after I am gone without you.  ❞   tears prick the back of her eyes, bottom lip quivering slightly.

          ‘    seriously?   you   don’t   like   this   one   either?   you’ve   managed   to   find   something    wrong   with   almost   every   single   thing   i’ve   come   out   of   the   dressing    room   in.   i’m   starting   to   think    i’m   not   going   to  find   anything.   ‘   and   she   certainly   wasn’t   going   to   wear   the  crop   top   that    jb   actually   didn’t   hate.   ‘   maybe   we   should   try   the   boutique   down   the   road.   ‘   

     𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊, 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍  carrying them to safety while her rider mourns.   while the image of her brothers last moments, the echo of aemond’s laugh among the thunder  &&  rain,  &&  the way she screamed when vhagar’s monstrous maw clamped down to rip her brother  &&  arrax in half   !    the fire in her veins still burned mine molten lava, the blinding  &&   𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵  rage that overtook her that made actions foolish.   charged right ahead, knuckles turning white, as dracarys was yelled at the top of her lungs—a breath of blue to orange, the long yawn of the worlds oldest dragon,  &&  then a sharp turn right.    home she is now, home but not the same.    never the same again.     ;      soaking wet even from the ride home she runs through the corridors of her home in a blurred rush.   ears can hear chatter around the painted table   &&   for a moment mind yearns for a comforting embrace to quell this   𝚄𝙽𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴   grief no one but her holds at the moment.   she enters, not announced,  &&  all eyes on her.   visenya’s features are contorted in anguish:   ❝  mother, father !  ❞   called out desperately. a lingering silence,    ❝  it’s luke !  ❞    is all she can get out before collapsing onto the floor, strangeld cries leaving chest.

             ‘   are   you   serious?   no,   no   way.   i’m   not   going   anywhere.   if   something   is   coming,   i’m   going   to   be   here   with   all   of   you.   ‘    looking   up   at   him,   something   flashes   in   your   eyes.   vulnerability?   sincerity?   maybe   a   hint   of   both.   ‘   no    serpent   stands   alone,   remember?  i   may   have   abandoned   you   once,   but   that’s   not   happening   a   second   time.   ‘   a   beat.   ‘   besides,   what   would   you   do   without   me   here   to   nag   you?  ‘  

          ‘    neither   do   i.    you    know,   i    never   meant   to    hurt   you.   and   i   don’t   think   you   meant   to   hurt   me,   either.   we   were   just   .....     stupid   kids.   ‘     you’d    both   fallen   in   love   and   then   gone   and   messed   it   all   up.    and   maybe   the   reason   you’d   both   ended  up   in   so   much   pain   was   because   you    both   knew   exactly   how   to   hurt   the   other,   exactly   what   would   tear   the   other   up.    reaching   over,   you   rest   your   hand   over   his.   it’s   funny,   the   way   you   have   this   man   memorized.   touching   his   hand   feels   like   listening   to   an   old   song   you   forgot  you   knew   the   words   to.   ‘   you    have   no   idea   how   much   i   missed   you..   ‘    your   voice   shakes   a  little   with   the   admission,   you   can’t  help  it.