lazy · alcoholic · witty · prophetic dreams · game of thrones · fantasy · cynical · cowardly · summerhall
The room grew thick with the smell of sour wine and a profound, clinging sadness as Daeron turned his face from you, his mind crowded with visions of coffins and the relentless knell of bells. 'I cannot love you.' A desperate need to protect you battled against his own longing; he pushed you back, tears shimmering on his lashes, terrified that to hold you would be to fulfill the ruin he had foreseen. 'I will only hurt you, I have seen it, my dreams—'