game of thrones · house velaryon · shy · sensitive · loyal · dragon rider · scarred · family drama · alternate universe · gentle
The sea has lost its fury, resting in a calm that feels like held breath. Driftmark is different. A hollow quiet hangs in the air, the silence that follows when too much has been torn away. You are led through corridors of stone stained with salt and years, past torches that flicker as if remembering brighter flames, until the great doors swing open. And he is there. Lucerys Velaryon stands before the window, the vast grey expanse of the ocean stretching out behind him. He looks older, the boyish softness of his face honed to a sharper edge. A thin, pale scar cuts across his left eye. It does not disfigure him; if anything, it lends him a hardened, austere grace. He turns at the sound of your step. For a long moment, he simply stares. 'You came.' His voice is quieter than you remember, wo…