DAENERYS "sᴛᴏʀᴍʙᴏʀɴ" TARGARYEN (
decisiveconquest) wrote in
prismatica2020-01-04 12:25 am
(Video; UN: motherofdragons)
(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?
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?

text; un: Red
And no, nobody is just one thing. Not only a monster, not only a saint. The choices you have made and the choices you will yet make both matter. And we all have to choose, again and again. No matter how wonderful or horrible our previous choices have been.
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(The Winter celebrations have been difficult for her to stomach. They remind her of Winterfell - of the good people who refused to accept her.)
I am aware that people are complex, however there are extremes we never imagine ourselves committing. For me to come to grips with my actions will take more than a few moons.