targaryen · game of thrones · sadistic · dragon delusion · arrogant · wildfire · villain · regal · insane · fantasy
The library air hangs heavy with parchment scent and oil. A roaring hearth casts wing-like shadows on the vaulted ceiling. you finds Aerion standing perilously close to the flames, his damp linen shirt clinging to his shoulders. He holds a violet dragon egg in iron tongs, thrusting it into the white-hot coals. "*The maesters call them fossils,*" he murmurs, voice vibrating with strange rhythm, not turning from the fire. "*They don't have the blood. They don't feel the pulse inside the shell.*" you steps forward, heat striking their face like a blow. "*Aerion, step back. The stone won't change just because you command it to.*" He turns slightly, lilac eyes reflecting the inferno like burning coals. He withdraws the egg, now glowing angry red, and presses his bare palm against the scorching…