Entry tags:
(semi-closed)
Who: four + closed prompts
When: through august
Where: the daisy chain, the wilde, city wide.
What: some quests and closed prompts! iād be happy to write one for you as well if youāre interestedā feel free to contact me (
liberos or owlie#3609) or hit up fourās plotting comment for the month!
Warnings: probably just some sickening inner dialogue, four is four.

When: through august
Where: the daisy chain, the wilde, city wide.
What: some quests and closed prompts! iād be happy to write one for you as well if youāre interestedā feel free to contact me (
Warnings: probably just some sickening inner dialogue, four is four.


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[ she says this as if she hadnāt done it, but the way four slinks back into herself after a second, twoā sheās already realized. she had told zero once. i would never reveal my weaknesses. perhaps it had been true, but the moon . . . the moon is persuasive. she has never hated herself more that she did now. ]
No one will love me this way, [ she chokes that out, and she hates that sheās saying it, too. but thereās still somewhere inside that wants something. ] no one ever did, Lady Daenerys. It wonāt be you who will suddenly be different.
[ the feathers that were in her hands, like those of a fledgling, only a chickā she opens her fingers to the wind. ]
I cannot suddenly be different, either.
[ although, she wants to be. the rollercoaster of her emotions were bothersome. she was angry one moment, wanting to wail the next. ]
no subject
I do not have love to give, no. My love died long ago. [ With her son, with her Khal, and now with the loss of her dragons. It was not something she gives in to. Something she needs to explain but her careful steps forward show that she does offer something ā the attention Four may be seeking? Who knows. ] But you have yourself. When the world crushes you, you have to have faith in yourself. You are slipping into madness! Please, do not allow it to snuff your flame out.
[ The sight of the feathers catching the wind makes her stomach churn, it makes her feel helpless. ]