Jace Had Went To Vermax, To Get Away From The Chaos That Was Happening... A Suggestion That He Had Made

Jace had went to Vermax, to get away from the chaos that was happening... A suggestion that he had made was the cause of so much death and carnage. The sound of singing had drawn his attention and he and the young dragon had made their way through the caves towards it. As he neared the lair that he knew was Silverwing's he told Vermax to stay, no dragon was amicable to a younger dragon entering it's lair. The Prince watched as the scene unfolded, surprise and relief filling his chest when the dragon nudged the girl. His suggestion to find riders had bore fruit after all. "It's good. See if she will respond to your words... Do you know to speak commands in High Valyrian?."

Lucy Gray had run away in the madness of the death of the first dragonseed. No one had seen her run away deeper into the catacombs stumbling upon the dragon Silverwing. They only found her when started singing to the beast an old lullaby her mother used to sing her. When she stops the dragon nudges her chest. She looks over shaking like a leaf. Violet eyes flicker from royal to dragon and back again. "Is that- is it good? Should I sing some more or is she gonna eat me?"

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@winterreigned gets a starter for Jon's birthday

Jon looked up at the sound of foot steps, it was strange, being back in Winterfell, knowing that once again he was a year older. He smiled softly when he saw that the one approaching him was his sister. "Good morning, Sansa." He wondered if she remembered that it was his birthday, or if the day did not matter.

realized that today is the day that I HC was Jon S.now's bday... and the ten year anniversary of making my old jon blog and joining this fandom

@lvscinvs gets some Satin

Satin weaved his way through the street of steel, his plan was to get some customers to come to the brothel that his madam had sent him to. King's Landing was far different than Old Town, and he had to be careful of whom it was that he chose to entice to the brothel. He was one of the best at finding men who were lonely and in need of comfort, men who would likely relax after a good long pleasurable night was had.

As such, it was his task to bring the customers to the door. Brown eyes gazed around, landing on a slim figure with silver hair. Silver hair was not wholly uncommon in King's Landing, as it was not uncommon in Old Town. In both cities the noble house that ruled the city was not careful about where they spilled their seed, or how often. He knew of a silver haired Hightower who had fathered at least three bastards in his home brothel alone.

Due to this knowledge he did not think twice about approaching the man. The slim sex worker slid right beside the taller man and practically purred as he spoke. "What is someone handsome like yourself doing out and about all on their own?" He rocked on his toes, looking up, stilling when he saw the patch over the man's eye. Soft dark curls fell as he tilted his head to side to assess if he truly had stumbled upon a Targaryen prince.

gonna try yo write, but i have a cold so dunno if i am just gonna lurk