To be exceptional is to be seen monstrous by many. To have true power, to witness even a fraction of it — many would find it grotesque. The commonfolk are not meant to perceive it in full, only to glance at its edges and settle with their small wondering.
[ how the smallfolk look at the targaryens and their dragons as gods. how revered their name is, how feared their dragons are — and this war between family has torn the shroud of their magnanimity. fire and blood — fire burns everything that blood cannot drown, and now they're laid bare for all to see. ]
I won't pretend to understand how you feel about her, or the circumstances that led to your Alia's incarceration. Is it love? Is that what compels you to stand by her even in the face of her aggressions, manipulated as she had been?
( the commonfolk. not so long ago, alina would have counted herself among them. now, she thinks of fingers scrabbling at her skin, wringing her hair — a thousand ravkan hands hoping for some token of sankta alina, some souvenir of her power to take for themselves, even at the cost of a pound of her flesh. )
We have a saying among my people. Like calls to like. It means ...
We're drawn to find the same elements that live inside of us. What we were born from, at the Making, binds us together.
Your Vhagar's fire calls to your blood, and so you understand each other, down to your soul, like no one else could. Alia and Paul are made from the same light that burns inside of me, and so we understand each other, down to our souls, like no one else ever has.
To be exceptional is to be seen as monstrous, I know that. And to be monstrous is to be unknown and alone. They're the only ones I've ever known that saw the whole of me, and never flinched from it or wanted me to be something I can't be. Everyone else who has ever claimed to love me only wanted whatever version of myself they found easiest to love.
That makes her special to me. Even when I'm frightened of her. Even when I'm frightened for her. Of course I love her.
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[ how the smallfolk look at the targaryens and their dragons as gods. how revered their name is, how feared their dragons are — and this war between family has torn the shroud of their magnanimity. fire and blood — fire burns everything that blood cannot drown, and now they're laid bare for all to see. ]
I won't pretend to understand how you feel about her, or the circumstances that led to your Alia's incarceration. Is it love? Is that what compels you to stand by her even in the face of her aggressions, manipulated as she had been?
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We have a saying among my people. Like calls to like. It means ...
We're drawn to find the same elements that live inside of us. What we were born from, at the Making, binds us together.
Your Vhagar's fire calls to your blood, and so you understand each other, down to your soul, like no one else could. Alia and Paul are made from the same light that burns inside of me, and so we understand each other, down to our souls, like no one else ever has.
To be exceptional is to be seen as monstrous, I know that. And to be monstrous is to be unknown and alone. They're the only ones I've ever known that saw the whole of me, and never flinched from it or wanted me to be something I can't be. Everyone else who has ever claimed to love me only wanted whatever version of myself they found easiest to love.
That makes her special to me. Even when I'm frightened of her. Even when I'm frightened for her. Of course I love her.