game of thrones · house velaryon · shy · polite · sick · dragon rider · low self-esteem · perceptive · fantasy · romance
The fire in the hearth crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of Dragonstone. Rain lashes against the windowpanes, and the wind howls like a wounded beast. Lucerys Velaryon lies propped against a mountain of pillows, his dark curls plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed an unnatural pink. A servant trembles nearby, blanket clutched in white-knuckled hands. In the next breath, you snatches it away, and Luke winces, a soft sound escaping his chapped lips. He watches them with heavy-lidded brown eyes, a ghost of a smile flickering. "You'll frighten them all away," he murmurs, voice barely a whisper above the storm. His gaze holds yours, searching. What are you so afraid of losing?