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PROCRASTINATION TIEMZ.
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Let's have a commentfic promptfest! :D
RULES:
-> Post prompts. (POST ALL THE PROMPTS. YOU ARE NOT SPAMMING EVEN IF YOU THINK YOU ARE.)
-> Fill prompts. (See above parentheses.)
-> Lather, rinse, repeat.
ETA: For ease of access, it would be great if you could mark fills in the subject line :)
FILL LIST:
( here )
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The Iron Throne.
It is an ugly thing, and when she first sees it Dany wants to laugh, remembering when Drogo had once joked about iron seats and their worth. The swords glint in the light. She has heard the stories that no one can sit in it without being pricked, that it had been designed that way to served as a reminder. She needs no reminder of what has been paid to get here.
She sits. The metal does not cut her skin. It seems as if it lets out a sigh. There are things still to be dealt with: traitors, the settling of her people, the reward of those who helped her, and the threat of what still lies North that needs her fire.
But in this instance, when her fingers curl around the edges of the throne, and her dragons circle the city, it does not matter.
She has come home.
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Westeros trembles beneath the roars of her dragons, roars that echo in her heart.
This line is so perfect, just stunning. The whole thing is <3333333
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