ARSONIST'S LULLABY

[Kezz]

He flew. Hair the colour of blood spangled wildly, thrashing about his shoulders in a way that mirrored the adrenalin coursing through his hot veins, and air pummeled against his streamline body as he galloped across the wasteland. There was a moment when the prince sprang skyward, arcing his spine and striking out with his hind limbs, where he was entirely airborne; free. A low whistle left his lips and whirled away into the gushing stream of wind he left behind, a smile blistering fiercely as Rhaegar pushed on, further, faster. Muscles coiled and exploded, powering over the cracks in the earth and causing veils of dust to billow around; covering his slick dampened frame in a layer of dirty gold. His mind was open — he could have been anyone in his moment, he could have been the dragons in the tales his mother had told; for here, away from his duties and responsibilities, Rhaegar could forget.

CRACK —

Time slowed, pain, only pain. It was thick, ebbing, and with a heavy slam his body met the earth. Instantly he writhed against the hot terrain, ears lost in waves of sanguine as he shook his head at the ache emanating from his hoof. "Ugh," more grimace than word. Winded, bruised and bleeding from the grazes gouged into his angular hips and shoulders from the impact, Rhaegar struggled upward stand, gazing down at his twisted front foot. It seemed he'd misplaced a reckless step into a concavity in the dirt, a nasty sprain. The roan sighed, it would certainly be a long walk home now. 

kota lyanna thread?? i thought it'd be interesting for her to see a side to him that not many witness c:

[kota]

    Her eyes, the color of winter skies, watched the landscape like a hawk. She tracked the swift movement of the dragon prince's flight across the horizon, a sun against the bright blue atmosphere. Even from such a considerable distance with was not hard to recognize the same emotions she felt when she sprinted, painted across the prince's face, freedom, ecstasy. This boy, he was undeniably strong, and fast, though she was faster still, faster than most could ever hope to be. As quick as the west wind. Her only concern for the moment being the integrity of the ground he chose to run upon, the path that she chose to follow, it was filled with fissures and deep cracks.

    She hears a snap and her harks jump to attention, she's quickly brought out of her haze. Her stony gaze flickers across the landscape ahead of her seeking the boy of flames. She finds him thrashing upon the turf ahead of her and her mind goes blank. Suddenly her legs are stretching from beneath her petite frame. All of a sudden she has crossed the expanse in little to not time and she's quick to stop a comfortable distance away from the boy, circling around to face him. She watches him in his struggle to an upright position. Her eyes draw down the sharp angles of his body, across the gouges and blood spatter. How much darker could the crimson of his satin flesh get?

    He's sighing and it draws her attention towards his face and now she's smiling. It's not one of those thousand watt, full blown toothy smiles, but a simple tug at the corners of her lips. "Does that hurt terribly?" She makes a small gesture towards his mangled foot with her nose.

[Kezz]

MY HEART WAS BORN OUT OF THE FIRE
I LOST LOVE A THOUSAND YEARS AGO.

Dirt and sweat clung to his dark-red skin; he would have to bathe himself somewhere, but where? The only water source at home was strictly for drinking, he couldn't imagine Father being too pleased to find the oasis pool contaminated with his eldest son's grime. But then he didn't want to have to trek miles with a lame hoof. Such a foolish mistake, maybe — wait, who on earth was that? Eyes of indurate, volcanic ash settled upon the body of a girl opposite from where he stood awkwardly on three limbs, resting the fourth gingerly.

He observed her in a heavy pregnant silence, grey eyes thundering with a humiliation that moved south and wrapped tightly around his trachea. Rhaegar had never felt the hot flush of mortification before; it spread behind his ears as though the blood-crimson of his hair had bled down and dripped across his brow. Already this stranger had evoked feelings that were, to the prince, entirely foreign — albeit unwelcome. But the roan colt forced himself to roll back his shoulders and truly study this girl, who spoke then: "Does that hurt terribly?" But for a moment there was a thick absence of sound, for the dragon-boy had found something else, something that captured his attention unconditionally: her smile.

And he might have taken several more moments if it meant he would reach a conclusion that explained the stirring of something pale and nebulous in the shadows of his ribcage, but somehow he knew that he might never understand. Smiles like that were vast, undefined, infinite: intangibly beautiful. 

"It doesn't hurt more than my pride." His iron gaze softened minutely. "And who might you be? Other than my stalker, of course." Humour had never been his strong point, though for some reason Iscariot's heir felt the instinctive need to draw this girl closer, to appear likeable, to capture her attention that way she had seized his.

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[Kezz]

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