#versusdecay

A CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN PRINCE DAEMON TARGARYEN & PRINCESS LEIA ORGANA.  ☾  ⭒   «   @versusdecay

the room is quiet except for the hum of the city beyond the glass. tristan stands by the window, a shadow carved against chicago’s endless lights, his broad shoulders eclipsing the glow of something distant. he doesn’t look at chae. hasn’t, not since she's walked in, dressed in a silk gown chosen for jonathan’s eyes and not her own. the fabric clings in all the wrong places, cold where it brushes her skin, warmer where it betrays the heat rising from beneath.

hips sway in time to the music. eyes closed to the bright flashing lights, red painted lips turned up in a smile, arms over her head, a slight buzz about her body from the alcohol consumed. this is what mary jane needed. a real night on the town. a few hours to forget the sting of the latest rejection. the 'you're great, but just not what we're looking for'. the death of her optimistic side, that had truly thought this might be it. her big break had come at last! no such luck.

◞ the myrish tapestry of daenys ' s dream looms behind them . dragons and doom : threads of spun wool illuminated only by the fire in the king ' s hearth . flames dance . frantic as four eyes of amethyst look on : the blood of the dragon . dreams and prophecies , exhasperation evident in the lighter of the violet set : a stubborn dornish forward jut upon valyrian jaw . must they always come in riddles ? he knows not what the king looks for , or seeks in the flames . a vision ? a part of the song ? a message to be decoded ? . . . surely anything of the sort , if true , would present itself in a less ordinary fashion ? when the king ' s summons had come , the last thing to come to mind was to sit in restless silence : staring forward into nothing . tense , the prince shifts in his seat . " the hour grows late , your grace . "

His brother is a fool. Tips of fire dance along his fingertips as Mako remembers what a terrible situation they've gotten themselves in. Rule one. You protect your little brother. Rule two. You stay away from Shady Shin's eyes. Mako has always lived just be these two principles, protect and remain hidden. For the most part, he knows that Shin's kept his tabs on the boys since their stint in the pro-bending arena. He's less than proud of it, but the older brother has always known that one day, like it or not, their past would catch up to them. Mangled feet. Hitmen. Children made into gangsters. It's a life he's worked hard to move past, but Bolin is unwilling to let it go. All for her. Mako's fuming as he enters their upstairs makeshift apartment — the nicest they've had in years — and spots his brother lounging on the couch blissfully unaware.