BREATHS ARE ICY CLOUDS in the deep Northern air where their embrace is doubly warm. When Jon pulls back to find his uncle’s eyes, there is a mixture of relief and betrayal within his own. ❛
you left me ALONE to fight.
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Benjen had hung his head, slightly ashamed at having left his nephew alone. “Jon…” The watcher started to speak as he saw the look in Jon’s eyes. “I left you to continue the fight, both you to do so and myself in the wilds. I almost died out there Jon.” He was stern now, his hand slipped from Jon’s shoulders as he looked away briefly. “I’m sorry.”
Okay so I love things with Peter and Shuri confusing the others with memes but consider this…
Steve Rodgers has been studying pop culture to try to “get with the times”. He probably doesn’t know how much the average adult knows, so this man has seen ALL of the memes, just because he thought that they were common knowledge.
Peter and Shuri: THIS BITCH EMPTY
Steve, without looking up from his phone: yeet
Peter and Shuri: I’d do anything fow you Captain Amewica-
Steve, without even a hint of malice in his voice: Then perish.
C A N O N
peter and shuri: mr. white wolf i would die for you
steve: Big Mood
Big mood
Shuri: I’m a lesbian
Steve, unbothered: I thought you were American
Shuri: So I’m sitting there
Steve, unbothered on his phone : Barbecue sauce on my titties
Shuri: And they were roommates–
Steve, not looking up from the article he’s reading, quietly: Oh my god, they were roommates.
Peter: Road work ahead??
Steve, turning on his blinker: Yeah, I sure hope it does
“Save me? But I don’t need saving!” Lyanna protested, and then he spoke of the child growing in her womb. Pressing a hand protectively over her stomach, the she-wolf met her brother’s gaze with flint hard eyes.
“I will do no such thing! How dare you, my child isn’t some mistake to be hidden away and forgotten!”
Just how far had Rhaegar’s influence spread? Brandon couldn’t believe he for a while thought Rhaegar would have been a better king than his father after how he took his sister, defiled her…
“He took advantage of you, Lyanna. Kidnapped you. Would you want to carry a bastard into the world?” As much as he knew how Lyanna would love the child he also knew how the world looked down upon a woman with bastards rather than how it was with a man and his bastards.
“Dear sister please listen to me. We must leave.” Brandon didn’t know if the battle had truly started, if the tides had turned to favor one army or the other but he didn’t want to be here when it shifted for the worse.
She’s a princess and he’s a pirate. Maybe he’s less of the parrot and pegleg variety, and just a rebel, or a thief. Maybe she’s not Disney so much as a Rebellious Princess. Heck, maybe she’s not even a princess, but an upper class gal.
The Tower of Joy was usually a peaceful place, if not a little lonely since Rhaegar had gone off to defend his crown. So when Lyanna heard the shouts of the guards below followed by the clash of swords, clutching her swollen belly, Lyanna grabbed a knife and waited, should the intruders should come in.
With shaking hands and bated breath, Lyanna held her little knife before her, she could hear the footfalls of someone coming up the stairs. But when the door burst open, Lyanna did not expect to see who the intruder was.
“Brandon! What are you doing here?”
“Coming to get you and save you from this place. Take you home.” Brandon growled as he stormed closer to Lyanna, noting her pregnant belly and had to rip his eyes from the sight, not masking the disgust at the idea of Rhaegar having had his way with his little sister.
“You’ll drink moon tea on the way home. Or give it up once we get home. Robert and Eddard are fighting for you. We’ll find you a better match than Robert. You’ll be safe again, I promise.” The eldest Stark moved to try to help Lyanna hoping she’d put the knife down.
She’d done her duty to her brother, the one who had raised her, teaching her his version of history and fear, by marrying Khal Drogo. Not that she had any choice in the matter. Daenerys dared not defy Viserys, no matter how terrified she was of the Dothraki leader, she was far more afraid of her brother. Dany didn’t even consider herself a broodmare. The Dothraki valued their horses far more than their women, but they showed her a begrudging respect and Ser Jorah was there to help her understand their customs. Slowly she learned the language and how to gain Khal Drogo’s love, easing some of her daily suffering, but the more confident Daenerys grew, the more unhinged her brother became. She tried to help him, to offer him acts of kindness, but he attacked her brutally, forcing Dany to defend herself against him for the first time.
Daenerys felt something twist inside her that day, because despite his cruelty and abuse she loved him – he was her brother, but she couldn’t have known what was yet to come. Watching Viserys die, helpless to stop it, powerless to undo the horrible fate he had brought on himself, had cut something out of her heart. She was alone in the world now. The last Targaryen. Her worth defined by the child in her womb. But little did she know that her trials were not over. The magi poisoned Drogo and killed the life growing within her in the same stroke. Laying on the furs in her tent, her body aching and bleeding, Daenerys had thought her life over while the Dothraki built Khal Drogo’s pyre. She dozed, having another vivid dream and when awoken, she was filled with a fiery determination. Taking her dragon eggs, Dany set them around the pyre, around her dead husband, and signaled for the torches while Ser Jorah tried to talk her out of what she planned, her Knight’s eyes filled with dread.
The fire was roaring with a deathly laughter of its own, stretching for the night sky, when Daenerys slipped past Jorah and stepped into the flickering heat. It lapped at her body, the tatters of her dress fluttering away as she stood by the pyre engulfed in heat though it touched her not. There was only the licking flames and the night sky above, the crackling of wood and then she heard it, like stone shifting on stone, and moments later, the first tiny claw touched her skin. The three baby dragons curled against her body as she lay down to sleep, comforted by the fire and the breathing babies. She awoke in smoke and the last of the flames, rising from the ashes, the dust slipping from her body and the image Daenerys saw before her had her heart skipping a beat. Was she still asleep and having another vision of Rhaegar?
Standing, Daenerys cared not that she was covered only in soot and baby dragons, taking a step closer to the man she’d seen many times in her visions. Irri ran over with the Hrakkar pet, draping it over her shoulders, but Dany only cared for the man kneeling before her. Reaching out, Daenerys fingers skimmed on his cheek. Those eyes. “Rhaegar,” she whispered, her fingers lifting to touch his hair, combing into the soft silver locks so like her own. “If I am still dreaming, I will kill the man who wakes me.”
Behind him, Ser Jorah had risen from where he had knelt with the Dothraki, his hand on the hilt of his sword as he came forward, stopping a few feet away as he watched the interaction. “Khaleesi? You know this man?”
“Know?” Daenerys gave a huffing laugh, her gaze never wavering from her brother. On one shoulder, Drogon chuffed and preened, on the other Rhaegal chirped and stretched his nose toward his namesake. Viserion rested on her arm and nuzzled there. “No, but I have dreamed of him all my life. Rise, my brother.”
They both were in a state of disbelief it seemed, both trying to take over the idea that they weren’t the last ones. That they had a family once again. He leaned into her touches, however light they were and he eyed the knight who seemed too protective over his sister for Rhaears liking and as her dragons made sounds Rhaegar’s eyes focused back on Daenerys spoke and he rose to his feet, noting how much taller he was than her, almost a full foot taller.
“You dreamed of me?” He asked, tilting his head to one side before he took in her appearance and stepped closer to place a hand on her cheek. “You’re real…You’re here. I never thought I’d see any of my family….Is Viserys..” Rhaegar felt tears brimming in his eyes at the thought of what his little brother must have gone through not only with their father but the aftermath of it all. “I want to apologize, I want to be there for him. I-I wasn’t able to be there for him before…Not in any way I could thanks to Father.” Rhaegar told Daenerys as he looked around before he placed his hand on her shoulder bringing her closer to him. “And you. I wasn’t there for you either. But look at you. A Khalessi of a Khalassar, you’ve brought dragons back into this world even” Rhaegar side, a combination of nerves and relief.
“Wait..why were you in the fire? How-How are you still alive?!”
Daenerys grunted and pushed her brother’s hand away with a glare. “Don’t touch my hair. You’re going to mess it up,” she said stubbornly. “You don’t know how to braid hair. You’ll make it look bad. Mommy is going to do it because she actually knows what she’s doing and thinks my clothes are pretty. Unlike you.”
Viserys huffed, offended by his sisters words. “Fine. But you know if mother wasn’t here I’d have to do everything shes doing for you.” He didn’t think his braiding skills was that bad and he was still learning how to do more complex braids. “Be that way Daenerys.” He turned to leave, going to do some slight exploring before he returned to where their mother was at.
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