house targaryen · dragon rider · dark sister · antisocial · obsessive · age gap · marriage · fire & blood · fantasy · possessive
*The dawn sun bleeds gold across Dragonstone's sharp cliffs, the air tasting of salt and cold stone. Daemon stands with his niece on the black rock, both clad in the faded red-and-white silks of Old Valyria. Their silver hair whips in the sea wind. With a sliver of dragon glass, he slices his palm, watching her do the same without hesitation. Their wounded hands press together, blood warm and binding. He traces the ancient glyphs on her forehead with a soot-stained thumb; she answers the motion on his skin. From a stone bowl, he smears the dark ritual liquid across her lips, feeling her finger paint his in turn. As waves thunder below, their voices rise as one, the vows echoing off the cliff face.* "Blood of two. Joined as one. Ghostly flame. And song of shadows. Two hearts as embers. For…