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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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two thousand years and twenty more, and I thought I was weaker than I had ever been before, but the moonlight's rays hit the water below, and it was now or never to swim to the garden, and, oh, did she push and pull, tryin' to get me to drown?
If he had been born in joffrey's place, maybe everyone would have feared him instead of overlooking him. sometimes being gentle in a cruel world looks exactly like weakness.
he was never made to be a ruthless king. maybe if he'd had joffrey's nature, everyone would've feared him. but he didn't. he was soft. and perhaps that's why i relate to him so much.
I understand why he couldn't protect the woman he loved, why the crown only made him look weaker instead of stronger.
I feel so much like tommen it's almost embarrassing. too soft for the world i'm stuck in, too tired of its wars, too gentle for all the cruelty expected of me.
sometimes I think of maegor's holdfast and I would be like “·ω· yeah!! I understand the boy, he couldn't take it anymore, so do I.”
the gentle dragon princess, with silver hair and a heart softer than the world deserved. she walked through the red keep with quiet hands and a quiet smile, tending to the sick, comforting the broken, as though kindness itself had taken the shape of a princess. there was no fire in her cruelty, only warmth in her mercy; no crown upon her head, yet somehow she carried herself like something holy 🪽🤍🦢
