Daemon Targaryen ² ◡

The cold halls of Dragonstone, the wind howled through the stone, as if echoing the distance between you and Daemon. You stood by the window, gazing out at the stormy sea, feeling its chaos mirror the turmoil in your heart. Daemon, leaning against the wall, watched you with eyes that once held warmth but now seemed shadowed, distant. “We were fire,” you whispered, your voice soft, almost fragile. “But now it feels like we're ashes.” Daemon’s smirk faltered, his usual confidence shaken. “We burned too fast,” he muttered, his voice low. “And now all that's left is this emptiness.” You turned to him, tears welling but refusing to fall. “I wanted us. Just us, Daemon. But you… you always wanted more.” He stepped forward, close enough for you to feel his warmth. “I wanted everything. But I never thought we’d lose us in the process.” The sadness in his voice hung in the air, heavy and bittersweet, like a song you’d hear on a rainy day, knowing the love you shared had drifted too far to save