#rippred

[ GUIDE ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them.

𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖇𝖊,      𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖔𝖋 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖚𝖗𝖐𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉?       𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙰 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽     :     𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗.      they never fear her,     not how they should.      until she opens her mouth and fire seeps from between her sharp canines.      words a sharp knife’s edge,     sharp and lethal.      she is fire made flesh.     like the once stone dragon eggs you kept close to your breasts when you were first given them.

𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫,     𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧,     𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐚.      a concoction of dangerous things,      swirling together in     𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖙 𝖆 𝖉𝖞𝖓𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖞.      &&      then were reduced to mere ash and one last targaryen.      YOU.     just you.      alone and weary,     but never one to kneel and beg.     it is not in a dragon’s nature,      therefore it is not in yours.      it cannot be.       so when you feel palm flatten against the curve of your lower back where heat follows at his touch,      𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎.      hurt me and watch how i burn you.

it is not often people touch her without fear of burning.     without fear of having a limb removed for coming too close to the queen.      but he does not care,      that or he hides it well.      if there is fear,      𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫.      she follows though,      curious to see what it is he is so intent on showing her,     where he is taking her.     even through the silk meereenese dress that clings to her svelte frame,     swaying with each movement she makes      :      𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖒 𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓.      it cannot be forgotten.     almost as if his mere touch burns,      it pleads to be noticed as does she.      near screams out for attention,      against her very own touch starved flesh.      ❛      well?      are you going to indulge your queen?      ❜

GRIP  TIGHT  AROUND  SILVER  DAGGER ,  POSTURE  STIFF .  every  sense  sharpened ,  brunette  was  ready  to  defend  herself  at  all  costs ,  to  protect  what  was  way  too  important  to  be  left  over  to  dreadful  creature .   ❛   i  will  not  repeat  myself .  ❜  ,  amelia  hissed  with  bared  teeth .  SHE  DID  NOT  TRUST  HIM ,  neither  was  she  intended  to  do  so .  it  was  a  monster  who  had  killed  her  mother  and  a  monster  he  was  (  despite  his  charming  attitude ,  despite  his  good  looks  ) .  no ,  she  would  not  be  fooled  that  easily  !  !   ❛   you  will  not  get  any  access  to  this  library  as  long  as  i  am  alive  to  protect  it .  ❜   AND  DAMN ,  SHE  WOULD  FIGHT .   ❛   i  don ‘ t  know  what  you  did  promise  yourself  from  coming  here ,  but  i  am  none  of  these  girls  who  fall  for  edward  from  twilight .  i  am  rather  the  wesley  snipes  in  blade  type  of  a  person .  ❜

her thoughts are disintegrating                           spiraling into the abyss ;      she’s  breaking    ...     breaking    ...    breaking .       hands tremors with fear of the unknown ,      their problems seem to be multiplying by the minute ,   uncontrollably   :      cut off one’s head & two more shall take its place !        there were vampires ,      then there were wolves ,      then there was an original    &    now there’s    her blood ,     just her blood .      the only way this all would end .      THE ONLY WAY .      it ends with her . 

she does not know what brought it on :     the fact that she was the only   remaining piece   in klaus’s puzzle   or   that he would   hunt down everyone she loves    till he surrenders ,       the darkest thoughts begin to plague her mind .      jenna ,    jeremy ,    bonnie ,    tyler .      she feels her chest tighten ,     hand raises dig into the skin around her breastbone as though she wants to rip her   POUNDING HEART  out .          everything is in danger    /    everything is ruined .           (     ACT I :    DROWNING .     ) 

that is when she hears his voice :      like warm breeze on a winter morning ,      moonlight shining through the obsidian skies                            ‘ just breathe ’      he says     &     she obeys like a pagan at the altar of sunshine        (     ACT II :   THE GASP OF AIR .      )        inhale   /   exhale ,     arrhythmic at first but slow down soon :    you’re okay ,   you’re okay .  

eyes remain on him   &   she’s still breathing .      the rigidity of her expressions gradually melts into placidity .     she feels the exhaustion   [ from her mind running wild ]   starting to creep up on her nerves   &   her head finds a place on his shoulder ;     laid very gently .       

it seems even her  sanity  stems from   him   these days ;     she knows no peace without him .