『 : ̗̀➛Two parts of a whole, destined to find their second half, and when the sun finally sets on them, the last ember of hope glows in their eyes. ☄. *. ⋆ 』
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He says he's leaving. Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave!
Why go when you can stay? Why fly when you have legs? But why walk when you have wings...?
Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't leave!
What do you do when you have both? I swim. Not in the water, no. In the grass and flowers... one daisy, two daisies, tree daisies... one hundred and fifty-four daisies... seven.
You have beautiful eyes, stranger, but don't stare. Staring is not nice. I know who you are now. Well, at least I think I do. Don't make me wake up and forget again. This is a nice dream, this is a peaceful dream.
Am I dreaming, stranger?
Who is he? Him, behind you. He has dark eyes, his heart even darker. Tell him to leave, stranger.
Leave. Leave. Leave!
Make him stop, make me wake up. This is a bad dream, this is a painful dream. His hands feel like barbed wire, wrapping around me like a tendril. Tell him to stop, stranger.
Don't just stare at me! Don't let him do this to me! It hurts, stranger! Make him stop! Make him stop...
This is a bad dream, this is a painful dream...
My back is being held against the flowers. Where did my dress go? Make him stop, stranger. Make him stop, I beg you.
It burns, but I wish it was fire. I wish I was burning on a burning pile, away from his hands, bleeding in the corner and swimming towards my death. Go on, dig me a grave, stranger.
Why did you leave me, Maekar?
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"Mama..." Alyssa shook her awake from her deep sleep, her voice filled with urgency and pain. Daenerys jolted awake, her heart racing as she tried to process Alyssa's distress. The girl's face was tear-stained and she was choking on her sobs.
Daenerys didn't even ask as she pulled her into her arms.
"He hurt me, mama..." she cried.
"Who hurt you, baby?" Daenerys asked her in a deep voice. She looked to her left where Daemon should have been asleep.
Daemon was not in bed.
"The bad man, the dark man..."
Daenerys pulled back, her expression serious. "A man?"
