(Video; UN: motherofdragons)

[decisiveconquest]

(Sanguis has blessed her and no one can tell her differently. Daenerys is standing before a mirror, running her fingertips over the horns protruding from her head. However those additions do not thrill her as much as the leathery wings on her back.

If her smile makes you feel a bit uncomfortable, that is understandable. The scales on her cheeks and the fact that her blue eyes are anything but human don't help matters, however there is an undefinable quality about her. Perhaps this isn't a blessing after all.)

Am I a monster? (Her hands shake as she presses her talons against her cheeks.) Is this...me? Have I always been this?

Comments

[letoldthingsdie]

Why don't I come meet you, so you don't have to change. You look comfortable.

[Would their clothes be staying on anyway? That seemed to be their way with one another: no talking, no clothes, no strings. He was almost grateful for it, though he's sure assuming they can stay like that will only hurt her in the end. He really was a monster.]

They seem like it would take some getting used to. I'm almost picturing myself catching them on door frames.

[He is 6'4, after all.]

[decisiveconquest]

I am comfortable. (Her lips curve seductively and there is a new pitch to her voice - a song, a purr, calling him forth.)

It would be worthwhile. You could learn to duck or spend most of your time outside.

(Or lying in a bed while a certain lover of dragons pays attention to all of his changes.)