“You’ve Been Sitting Quietly For Far Too Long. Tell Me. When Did Doilies And Your Mother’s Dishes

“You’ve been sitting quietly for far too long. Tell me. When did doilies and your mother’s dishes become so important to you? I remember a young hobbit who was always running off in search of Elves in the woods. He’d stay out late, come home after dark, trailing mud and twigs and fireflies. A young hobbit who would’ve liked nothing better than to find out what was beyond the borders of the Shire. The world is not in your books and maps. It’s out there.”

The Hobbit Trilogy (2012-2014), dir. Peter Jackson

Daemon Targaryen's Love Has Two Sides

-The first is unyielding and screams of destruction. What lords he would unseat, what atrocities he would commit, what worlds he would tear down with his bare hands just to see her smile.

-What wars he would start, and relish in the anguish of her enemies. Hand always resting on the hilt of Dark Sister or some other slender, deadly blade, he is ready at all moments to defend her. To protect her to his last breath. In fact, there is a part of him that yearns for the chance.

-This love is not kind, nor gentle, but she would be lying if she said she did not crave it. The possessiveness of his touch, the frenzied passion of his embrace, and the darkness...such beautiful darkness lurking in the fire burning behind his eyes.

-The second, such a stark contrast from the first, is soft and quiet, and never fails to surprise her in its tenderness. He takes her hand in his in a gesture of comfort and warmth before bringing it to his lips. There is not a single inch of her he has not kissed a thousand times over.

-Unlike the first, these kisses do not claim her. They are an act of reverence. Devotion to his greatest love, whose soul is so deeply entwined with his own he cannot be sure where hers ends and his begins. But he is not whole without her, of this he is certain.

-This love is rarer, admittedly, but it is that very fact that makes it so unbearably beautiful. It tastes of honey and spring, and yet, so too is it reminiscent of the crisp autumn air and a soothing mulled wine. It is running through the streets of King's Landing after dark, giggling in the shadows. It is the way he slowly undresses her, gazing into her eyes with awe.

-It is his hand on her swollen belly, and the unspoken promises of how he will care for their child.

-A little spark returns. The darkness of the first love, the unrelenting desire to protect his loved ones at all costs. The pleasure he will take in the suffering of those would bring them harm. It is a blazing love, one that consumes and threatens to end all things.

-But what a glorious ending it would be.

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