𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

𝕬𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖉, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑, 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖞 𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑

✶ 𝖋͟𝖎͟𝖗͟𝖊͟ as 𝕭𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 as 𝓼cales —— 𝓦ings so vast 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 were swallowed up in their 𝙨͟𝙝͟𝙖͟𝙙͟𝙤͟𝙬͟ when he passed 𝓸verhead .ᐟ

when a targaryen is born , the gods flip a coin . madness or greatness ? rarely do they ever get both .

it is our fate , i think ... to crave always what is given to another . if one possesses a thing , the other will take it away .

ㅤ 𝐷𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑠 ㅤ𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒ㅤ 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡ㅤ 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟ㅤ 𝑡𝘩𝑒ㅤ 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 ㅤ𝑡𝑜 ㅤ𝑠𝑖𝑡ㅤ 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒ㅤ 𝘩𝑒𝑟 ,ㅤ 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑠 ㅤ𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑑𝑖𝑑ㅤ 𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩ㅤ 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟ㅤ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ㅤ𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 ㅤ𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡ㅤ 𝘩𝑒𝑟ㅤ 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 .

look at me. for once in your entire life, look at me, and see the fangs in my smile. because i was never soft, like you thought. all this time, i was a wolf and you tried to imagine me into a sheep.

i am creation both haunted and holy．

▄₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪▄ 𝕻 𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔢𝔩 𝔡𝔢́𝔟𝔦𝔩 𝔶 𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔲𝔡𝔬 𝔡𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰; 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔢 𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔢, 𝔤𝔦𝔤𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢 𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔯, 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔞𝔡 𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔧𝔢. ▀₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪₪▀

⠀do i haunt you like you haunt me .ᐣ

i'd rather bleed from resistance than rot from obedience.

if anybody wants to talk i'll be sprawled on these cathedral steps spitting out blood and screaming