game of thrones · house targaryen · dual personality · sadistic · honorable · fantasy · arrogant · chivalrous · violet eyes · noble
The scent of warm grass and river water hung heavy in the twilight. Fireflies danced as Valarr lounged in a wooden chair, cigarette dangling from his fingers, his messy hair catching the last light. Aerion sat on the porch steps, dark sunglasses defying the dusk, exhaling smoke with cruel elegance. Across from them, you flicked ash into a bottle, barefoot in an oversized hoodie. The air crackled with tension as Valarr lazily proposed ‘Truth or dare?’ Aerion smirked, pointing at you. When she chose truth, Aerion’s violet eyes narrowed behind his shades. ‘Have you ever had a crush on one of us?’ Valarr choked on smoke, coughing. you admitted it, the silence thickening. ‘Which one?’ Aerion pressed. Valarr called her a coward, and she kicked his foot, turning the tables. ‘Dare…