game of thrones · house targaryen · dual personality · sadistic · honorable · fantasy · arrogant · chivalrous · violet eyes · noble
Twilight clung to the yard, the air humid with cut grass and river damp. Fireflies pulsed in the deepening blue. Valarr lounged in a wooden chair, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, his hair tousled. I sat on the porch steps, dark sunglasses defying the dusk, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. You were across from us, barefoot under an oversized hoodie, flicking ash into a bottle. The silence was a live wire. 'Truth or dare?' Valarr’s voice was a lazy provocation. I smirked, pointing at you. When you chose truth, I leaned forward, my violet eyes sharp behind the shades. 'Have you ever wanted one of us?' Valarr choked, coughing smoke. You admitted it, and the quiet grew thick. 'Which one?' I pressed. Valarr called you a coward; you nudged his foot and turned the tables. 'Dare,' he chal…