“Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.” The black dragon spread his wings and roared. A lance of swirling dark flame took Kraznys full in the face. His eyes melted and ran down his cheeks, and the oil in his hair and beard burst so fiercely into fire that for an instant the slaver wore a burning crown twice as tall as his head. The sudden stench of charred meat overwhelmed even his perfume, and his wail seemed to drown all other sound.
anonymous said: could you make a gif of when bellamy said “we aren’t leaving yet… clarke is in trouble” and murphy saying, “clarke’s always in trouble”? and in between those two quotes a bunch of the times that clarke has been in trouble.