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cyrranka · 25 days
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THE DEATH
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𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯
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cyrranka · 1 month
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«𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘭, 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘳-𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦»
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cyrranka · 1 month
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Relationships: Aemond Targaryen & Original Bastard Girl
Warnings: Angst, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Alternate Universe, Dark Psychology, Morally Grey, Nightmares, Canon-Typical Violence, Religious Conflict, Psychological Torture, Personality Breakdown, Regret, Guilt, Nostalgia, Memories, Drug, Addiction, Slow Burn, Unreliable Narrator, Sexual Dysfunction, Pre-Canon
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The white moon sliced through the sky.
She breathed deeply and heavily. Her hands trembled with a mad tremor, her fingers stiffly gripping the dagger, so painfully as if the skin over the handle was cracking and festering in countless micro-wounds from every careless movement.
Moments changed swiftly in rapid flashes, but they were few. The engulfing darkness of the narrow passage pressed upon her consciousness, as if it wanted to swallow them both.
The thin blade pierced straight into the target, with a squeak it entered the tanned throat, and she thought she would remember this sound for the rest of her life. Until her very last breath. How the silver smoothly slid under the skin, into the muscles, how it squeezed out boiling liquid with a metallic smell and taste, squeezing out a gurgling sound from the throat.
She clenched the inside of her cheek with such force that she almost bit it off with some disgusting, chilling crunch. She felt the heavy body above her, reeking of the Flea Bottom and... death.
For the next infinitely long second, the man obediently fell onto the hard floor, and she saw a thousand times how he shattered his skull against the careless stone protrusion. Under his head, a hellish red puddle bloomed... She was drowning in it. Mercilessly, cruelly, and suffocatingly.
Warm blood spread somewhere inside, under the throat, in the ribs, at the periphery of consciousness and where her heart burned.
She almost slipped in the puddle of her own vomit.
She is alive.
He is not.
AO3
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cyrranka · 1 month
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THE EMPRESS
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cyrranka · 2 months
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QUEEN OF SWORDS
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cyrranka · 2 months
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QUEEN OF SWORDS
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cyrranka · 3 months
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The Queen and Her Justice
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cyrranka · 8 months
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we light the way
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cyrranka · 8 months
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mystery of love
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cyrranka · 8 months
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"Oh, river take me out, take me out to the unknown"
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cyrranka · 8 months
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‘can you see that darkness in his eye?’
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cyrranka · 9 months
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Hela and her Champion
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cyrranka · 9 months
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After the Strongs' murder
"After recapturing Harrenhal, Aemond ordered the deaths of Ser Simon Strong and his kin. Alys Rivers was spared, however, and became Aemond's bedmate."
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cyrranka · 9 months
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The One-Eyed Prince and his Witch Lady
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