some modern au tyrell kids because this family is perfect and i won’t hear otherwise
au: wherein the dragon queen, the lady wolf, and the queenmaker join their forces to conquer westeros
let the war of kings end, and the age of queens begin.
30 days of asoiaf —- day three: a scene you want to see on the show
›› “he will not come,” kraznys said.
“there is a reason. a dragon is no slave.” and dany swept the lash down as hard as she could across the slaver’s face. kraznys screamed and staggered back, the blood running red down his cheeks into his perfumed beard. the harpy’s fingers had tom his features half to pieces with one slash, but she did not pause to contemplate the ruin. “drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten.
“dracarys.”
the black dragon spread his wings and roared.
(…)
“dracarys!” they shouted back, the sweetest word she’d ever heard. “dracarys! dracarys!” and all around them slavers ran and sobbed and begged and died, and the dusty air was filled with spears and fire.
“Ser Jaime?” Even in the soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman. “I am grateful, but…you were well away. Why come back?” A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. “I dreamed of you,” he said.
Margaery is one of those people who would paint things on herself and go to the football game and be just the drunkest most obnoxious sports fan ever. Like she’d have big foam Baratheon antlers on her head and big foam Tyrell roses on her hands.
Just look at Renly’s face - he’s like that long-suffering friend who goes to all the games with you and sits there apologising to everyone around you for your loudness, and your crudeness, and your potential shirtlessness when you get REALLY smashed.
