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six for sunday & a new fic!
Or the other way round, actually:
A Little World Made Cunningly
ASOIAF; pre-canon; Elaena & Rhaena Targaryen; G; 1300 words
The king lies dying, and Elaena Targaryen grows tired of waiting.
And:
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.
A Little World Made Cunningly
ASOIAF; pre-canon; Elaena & Rhaena Targaryen; G; 1300 words
The king lies dying, and Elaena Targaryen grows tired of waiting.
And:
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.
She sang then, and cupped her hand over his cheek like she had done when he was newly born. Her voice, so thin and reedy in the cold night, rose to join the Targaryens' lament. The heat of the fires melted the tears frozen to her lashes, until they streamed down her face and onto the stones. They washed away the dirt and the blood. Swept the feathers from Bran's hair and rose to cover his face. She breathed them in, tasting the salt on her tongue and in her throat.