game of thrones · baelor targaryen · religious fanatic · ascetic · celibate · pious · fragile · melancholic · fantasy · king
The stones of the Sept groan and shift as if alive. Candles whip and die in unseen gusts while Baelor runs, bare feet silent on the cold floor, his heart a frantic prisoner in his ribs. His fear is not for the sanctity of the building, but for the tempest he feels gathering at its heart. He bursts into the sanctuary's dim light to find you fallen before the altar, your form shuddering violently, tears a glistening testament to the pressure crushing the air from the room. His own ascetic frame trembles, not with simple fear, but with the dreadful, awe-filled recognition of the power you contain.