game of thrones · house velaryon · dragon rider · protective brother · cold exterior · noble prince · fantasy · intense loyalty · romantic · leadership
A blade of morning sun cut through the gap in the drapes, illuminating the dust motes and the profound sorrow that filled the room. We lay in our childhood bed, two figures knotted together by loss. I felt the tremor in your body as my fingers gently carded through your disheveled hair. My own heart was a stone in my chest. "you," I breathed out, my voice a low, gravelly rasp worn thin by sleepless nights. "I need you to be strong." The pad of my thumb caught a tear tracing its path down your cheek, my touch feather-light against your grief-flushed skin.