fire, ice, and bloody things
summary: a poetic series for Game of Thrones; also published on A03 under w0lfmoon!
I. the sweet moon and the warrior:
muse: Khal Drogo and Daenerys Targaryen
sweet mother moon
of violet and white delights
and a warrior
that spoke in strange tongues
speaking in silence,
speaking in the tongues of sex
and afterglows
came together in soul
as well as flesh.
To her, he was both danger and safety;
he drew blood for her
and then cradled her in the same arms.
She looked at him the way one looked
at the warm sun after a long winter;
the way one looks at the stars
on a clear night
in awe, in admiration, in uncertainty.
To him, she was mysterious, elusive;
a silly little girl who was made only to be his prize,
but in the glow of embers
he saw something ethereal in her;
perhaps it was her hair,
perhaps it was her eyes; those violet eyes
or perhaps it was in her voice for in her voice laid a fire…. but guised behind sweet silkiness.
His moon
her sun
His sky
her stars
they were a complete universe comprised by sweet kisses and comfortable silences
and even when she watched him become nothing but ash
as she felt the fire replace his touch,
she felt him run through her veins,
she saw him in her dreams,
sitting outside the gates of paradise
waiting for his sweet moon to return to the sky.