In case anyone was wondering about my absence, I do most of my Tumbling from my phone, and I accidentally threw a large, hardcover book at it and smashed the screen, which makes it difficult to see what I’m doing. I’m attempting to catch up at night when I get home from work, so I’m still around, but I’ll be quiet while I figure out what’s going on (until I can get my phone replaced)!
I have been avoiding you. I fare just fine without you, dear brother.
I know not of what you speak, Ser. Though there appears to be two of you.
Quando se amarra bem o próprio coração e se faz dele um prisioneiro, pode-se permitir ao próprio espírito muitas liberdades.
30 days of ASOIAF » day six: characters you wish would interact → Daenerys Stormborn and Arya Stark
“You and I shall cross the Narrow Sea,” Daenerys said, and the hand she placed on her shoulder was rough and warm. “After you’ve helped me, I’ll restore your family’s lands. You will have what is rightfully yours, as I will have what is rightfully mine.”
I want to see Frodo win the Iron Throne
~my two fav fandoms collide this is so perfect~
He took the back of her hair and brought her forehead to his lips. She was so beautiful, so strong. His chest ached with pain, but her presence soothed his heart. She was here in front of him and that was all that mattered. Daenerys was so young and innocent when she had first been given to him, but Drogo saw the fire building in her eyes. Their son would be strong because of both of them.
Drogo let out a booming laugh, “Our son will not be content with just staying by your side! Certainly by his eighth year he will be trying to a ride a horse to follow me into battle!”
“He will not!” She laughed, looking up at Drogo with twinkling eyes. “He may think he is old enough to fight, but his mother will think otherwise, and his mother…” she kissed Drogo’s cheek. “Is the one he answers to. Eight years is still such a little boy, even for a Dothraki.” By his eighth year, Dany reflected, they would be in King’s Landing. How different their lives would be then! The future, it seemed, was brimming with promise and hope, bright and shiny, and she was suddenly fierce with determination that Drogo’s wound would not kill him. Could not, because there was so much else for them to live for.
As they lay together, peaceful and content, her eyes found her dragon eggs in the corner, studying them intently. They, too, seemed shiny with promise and hope, and she hummed a little, thoughtful sound. “Do you really suppose they’re empty?” she asked, looking up at Drogo, and for a fleeting second the young girl from Valyria returned, although not scared this time—wonderstruck. Hopeful, almost. “What if there are dragons in them?”