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a collection of dragon dreams, oldtown winds, silver hair, green velvet, and the fictional people who occupy far too much of my mindྀི🤍🕯🦢 ˚｡ 𖹭
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lucy's underground, she's never comin' back, am I still alive, or has the light gone black, take me underground, take me all the way, bring me to the fire, throw me in the flame, so, show me love.
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there is something almost cruel about how delicate naerys targaryen was. not beautiful in the loud, courtly way, not the sort of beauty that demanded a room to turn its head, hers was quieter than that, porcelain skin, enormous violet eyes, silver-gold hair usually hidden beneath a hairnet or a cowl, a little thing, slender enough that even eating became difficult for her, a princess who seemed almost too fragile for the world she had been born into ׅৎ ⁺ ࣭
the tragedy of naerys targaryen isn't that she was too fragile for the world. it's that the world, men, aegon, iron throne and westeros was never gentle enough for someone like her.
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there is something almost cruel about how delicate naerys targaryen was. not beautiful in the loud, courtly way, not the sort of beauty that demanded a room to turn its head, hers was quieter than that, porcelain skin, enormous violet eyes, silver-gold hair usually hidden beneath a hairnet or a cowl, a little thing, slender enough that even eating became difficult for her, a princess who seemed almost too fragile for the world she had been born into ׅৎ ⁺ ࣭
imagine being born wanting a life of prayer and quiet rooms, only to be told that your body, your marriage, your pregnancies, your entire existence belonged to a kingdom that had already decided what you were supposed to be, naerys wanted a quiet life so badly that she once wished to become a septa. and instead, she was given to a monster like aegon, my poor girl♡ྀི🪽🤍🦢
