#perzyr

𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘, 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. they are so close yet so far away from her goal, from reclaiming the iron throne. she takes a step toward it only for something to be put in her path that cannot be ignored. the long night has been won at extensive costs to her, to everyone. but, the issue of cersei lannister remains. the issue of when she should move forward with her plan---& all the while she mourns, continues to mourn. her friends, her children. drogon is the last of them. the last dragon like his mother who stands before him seeking comfort. seeking assurance. if no one else understood daenerys knew drogon would.

@perzyr said, " IF THE CROWN FITS . . TAKE IT. "

( @perzyr​ wrote: ❝ The heart is just a muscle, isn’t that right? ❞ from viserion )

@perzyr​ asked: ‘  do  you  want  something  to  eat?  ’ from rhaegal

Jorah’s head snapped around at the growled tone, blue eyes immediately finding the dragon looming over him with its intense gaze. He stared back at that piercing expression for a long moment before giving a small shake of his head and turning his stare back to the fire. “No, Rhaegal, I do not.” He knew the mighty beast had recently returned from a hunt, knew that there was probably some piece of meat left to give to a human upon their choosing. Jorah was surprised to find he was on the receiving end of that today but made no move to show such expression. Instead he remained calm, collecting his thoughts beside the fire while the large being breathed hot air down his back.

 the  sound  of  swiftly  beating  wings  reached  his  ears  before  the  gust  of  wind  that  accompanied  it  .  instinctively  ,  he  drew  his  silver  sword  ,  turning  quick  to  meet  his  match  .  and  stopped  where  he  was  .

 it  was  the  biggest  dragon  geralt  had  ever  seen  .  he  could  ,  of  course  ,  count  on  his  fingers  how  many  true  dragons  he  had  seen  in  his  life  .  he  could  recall  them  all  as  easily  .  and  he  had  never  seen  one  as  big  as  this  one  .  a  black  dragon          and  not  simply  one  in  name  ,  but  true  in  colour  ,  which  were  not  the  dark  brown  to  which  the  witcher  was  accustomed  ,  but  so  black  that  even  the  sun  could  not  draw  a  hint  of  colour  from  its  scales  .

 geralt’s  fingers  twitched  once  on  the  hilt  of  his  sword  ,  then  calmed  .  those  who  did  not  know  him  might  call  him  expressionless  ,  but  there  was  a  spark  of  wonder  in  his  eyes  .  he  took  a  breath  out  ,  slowly  ,  and  returned  his  blade  to  its  scabbard  .        ❛  surely  ,  you  want  nothing  from  me  .  ❜

                             HIS STOMACH WAS ROLLING unpleasantly, anxiety curdling his blood in his veins. it is easy to speak of such ludicrous acts such as riding a dragon in passing, but the action was a different thing entirely. the frigid wind does not relent to his burning lungs, however jaime shows no weakness. i must be stronger than this, jaime thinks, she needs me. after all, who else would know what losing a part of yourself was like better than him? 

❛  are you nervous?  ❜  jaime asks, adjusting the glove upon his golden hand, hoping to retain all his garmets when this is all over. i hope to retain my life as well. with his flesh hand, he reaches to press soothingly against the scales, hard as steel,  ❛  come now, you’re a dragon -- there is nothing to be fearful of.  ❜