“ you 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 more , you 𝑑𝑜 more ... mm , and where are the fruits of your labour , dārys ñuha ? ” he cast his eye about the room as if in mock search for something . “ produce them so that we might show them to your council ,
…
he tore the morning star from his blade and tossed it aside . it landed in the dust with a useless 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥 . the sword , freed , is pressed against the lord commander’s throat . and from above , aemond studied him with a tilt of his head .
…
two hands gripped the hilt , his sword swung up and raised to break the arc of criston’s swing . chain wrapped around blade . awful sound of metal biting metal .
connected thus , he yanked back till sword and chain were flush to his chest . a brute kick to cole’s torso .
k̲i̲n̲ 𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯 . retweeted
Foreplay but it’s the two of us rolling around on the floor beating the shit out of each other. There’s so much blood it’s slippery and messy. We kiss between hits and our spit and blood mix in our mouths. Whoever wins gets to brutally fuck the other.
breeze from the blackwater was biting . a pitiless chill rushed up towards the belvedere on which they stood . and yet , it could not cool the bitterness that tore between them — remnants of a long and exhaustive argument . one which had turned violent , blades drawn .
…
⠀
" i fear you may be
overstaying your welcome ⸝
@BELLlCOSUS. "
silver hair blows in the wind ⸝
lavender eyes peering at view
below. he doesn't look to
aemond.
" it would be wise of you to
𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒. "
⠀
“ aegon is craven . but while he warms his hollow throne , it would be 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 at the helm . just as we have always imagined . ”
perhaps it was the moonlight , but his eye glinted , as if there were tears he refused to shed .
…
strange , how even with his back turned , he knew she was there before she spoke — a tether forged in their childhood , weakened now but unbroken .
“ the hour is late . ” her question evaded .
k̲i̲n̲ 𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯 . retweeted
⠀
﹙ @BELLlCOSUS. ﹚
⠀
was restraint not love in its own right ? to be held to something , held against something . wanted . was restraint not the heart of family ?
he could not picture its absence — the free-fall of it , the strange and surging things kept inside , turned outwards .
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but these thoughts he kept to himself , a trace of them visible only briefly in his gaze , which dropped away from illarion’s face .
“ you have me as i am now , or as the mountain would have me be . ” his turn to press a kiss to his hand .
…
k̲i̲n̲ 𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯 . retweeted
ᅠᅠ ᅠ 𐙚⠀⠀ ݁ ⠀⠀ BACK⠀ ⠀UP⠀ ⠀ ᦈ⠀ ACCOUNT
ᅠᅠ ᅠ FOR﹒⠀⠀⠀ ᅠᅠ@FUJlRlA⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𓆩𓆪 ⠀ᅠᅠᅠ
a map of westeros sprawled out over the low table . flicker of candlelight on its warn , yellowed parchment .
his index finger hovered over king’s landing , then moved upwards : north , east , to duskendale .
and finally , rook’s rest .
















