jon-x-dany

anonymous asked:

do you still ship jon x dany?

STILL? Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know of shipping? Shipping is for the winter, my dear, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for GRRM dying before he finishes the last book, when he writes 1038593 other books for years at a time but not the ones we care about, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness and they are named JOFFREY and KHALEESI because their parents are idiots, while other ships grow gaunt and hungry, and D&D move through the woods. Talk to me about shipping when you’ve waited at least 10 years to know more about the ship you love.

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A slender young man steps to the forefront, a great white wolf at his side. The others tremble, but he just stares, still and contemplative. Her breath hitches in her throat when she meets his grey eyes- he has a peculiar look about him, as though he’s seen beyond the sphere of this world into the mysteries beyond. It’s a chilling sort of knowledge, but she finds herself unable to look away. “Who are you?” he asks.

And it is a worthy question- who is she anymore? The last Targaryen, the Khaleesi, the Queen of Meereen, the savior of the weak, the burner of cities… “Daenerys Stormborn.”

When he stands a hand-span away from her, he leans forward, a lock of inky hair falling into his impossibly-full eyes. She feels a chill creep up her back; there’s something strange about him, to be sure, something otherworldly that she likely should not trust. And yet… Do you believe in prophecies, Daenerys Stormborn?” [x]