gifs: privates

6

#EliaMartellWeek: Day 2 → Elia and Rhaegar

The man had her brother’s hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. “Aegon,” he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. “What better name for a king?”
“Will you make a song for him?” the woman asked.
“He has a song,” the man replied. “He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire.” He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany’s, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. “There must be one more,” he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. “The dragon has three heads.” He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

5

Outlander 5/? 

“ They’re should’ve been ridiculous, prehaps they were. Parading in circle on top of the hill. But the hairs on the back of my neck prickled at the sight and some small voice inside warned me. I wasn’t suppose to be here. I was an unwelcome voyeur to something ancient and powerful. “ - Claire