MYTHOLOGY MEME | (2/5) OTPs
HADES FELL IN LOVE WITH PERSEPHONE and wanted her as his bride. His brother Zeus consented to the marriage—or at least refused to oppose it. Yet he warned Hades that Demeter would never approve this coupling, for she would not want her daughter spirited off to a sunless world. At Zeus’s suggestion—or with his tacit understanding—Hades resolved to abduct the maiden. Persephone was gathering flowers one day on a plain in Sicily. Hades suddenly appeared, thundering across the plain in his four-horse chariot. The god swooped down upon Persephone, scooped her up with one arm, and literally and figuratively deflowered her—leaving the plain scattered with blossoms of every color. (x)
School is over, I’m free!! I will go to the beach for a couple of days but then.. I have a lot of new ideas! I’m planning a DH video, with Acheron and Styxx, and of course a lot of DH & BDB graphics! See you next week guys! :D
"I would name them all for those the gods have taken. The green one shall be Rhaegal, for my valiant brother who died on the green banks of the Trident. The cream-and-gold I call Viserion. Viserys was cruel and weak and frightened, yet he was my brother still. His dragon will do what he could not.” “And the black beast?” asked Ser Jorah Mormont. “The black,” she said, “is Drogon.”
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I know that somewhere upon the grass, her dragons hatched, and so did she. I know she is proud. How not? What else was left but her pride? I know she is strong. How not? The Dothraki despise weakness. If Daenerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys.
hundred years, hundred more
someday we may see a
woman king, sword in hand
swing at some evil and bleed.
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]