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[the-rogue-dragon]

@mccnlies Vaenyra sent;

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜

🔥SITTING BY THE GARDEN WITH A GLASS OF wine in his hand, the Prince observed the Lords and Ladies of the court talking to each other, as others surround the King to keep him always invested in whatever they wanted from him. It has been this way since before he was even crowned. The young Prince had been there to watch them all cling to him like leeches, no matter what, or how his brother felt, they only cared about themselves.

Pushing such dreading thoughts away, purple eyes found focus on his niece, and his friend, Lady Alicent, as they ate by the main table, picking lemon cakes and cookies. A small smirk twitched his lips as he contemplated her from afar. Rhaenyra was a beautiful young woman, and she would grow to be even more delightful with time. His thoughts stayed with her, until the presence of his wife before him, stole his attention.

Leaning back on his seat, his eyes looking up towards Vaenyra. "What makes you think you've a claim?" He asked with amusement laced in his tone. The Prince enjoyed teasing her, he occasionally even flirted with others, to keep her on her toes, even though he didn't seek pleasure on others, when he had her for such. "Had someone taken your lemon cake?"

[moonofiego]

maybe he shouldn't have come directly to her place the moment he came back from his mission. certainly, it would have been better for him to seek actual medical attention first, then go to his wife after. but it had been months ... and a few hours more while being on the same planet as her felt like torture. he'd explain himself with the medic at the temple later on.

he lets out a sigh, pulling off the rest of his robes. ❝ it's not so bad-- just a few scratches. ❞ which would certainly leave a couple of scars, but all in all he believed he came out of it pretty much unscathed. force knew it could have been a lot worse.

@mccnlies asked : ❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood

[breakbcnes]

"---keep on swaying, he likes that." ( momma rhae @ daddy harwin pls )

The world outside her chambers faded away as he cradled their son, moving side to side in a swaying motion to keep him asleep and happy. The only world that mattered to him was what was in the four walls around them. Rhaenyra and their son as he held him in his arms. His smile is soft as he keeps his gaze casted down to towards the baby in his arms. Though his attention shifts when he hears the quiet voice of the princess from her seated position. Blue-green eyes meet her violet gaze and his smile can only grow as he knows she's been watching him hold their son. "I have no intentions of stopping, princess." It's not said to show she has authority, instead the tone insinuates more of a pet name. It is said with love, a way he can only say behind closed door in moments like this. "I hope he has not caused you much trouble, princess. You do deserve some rest."

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[virtuousley]

@mccnlies sent ↳ ❛ do you really think i'm going to let you do this alone? ❜

when was the last time she listened to him when he said 'stay in the truck' or 'stay behind with jonathan and babysit the poor bastard, because he looks as if he's gonna hurl'. she blatantly ignored warnings and rules. it was both frustrating and attractive. what the hell was wrong with him? this wasn't the plan. she was an enigma, beautiful and mysterious. he wished to know the way her intelligent mind worked. not like they had any time to figure out complicated feelings with a fucking dead guy on the loose. his gaze, both cautious and admiring, follows her every move.

❝ nothing about this scares you, does it? the last guys in here got their faces melted off and you wanna just stroll in like you're going to tea with the queen. ❞ rick shakes his head as if in disbelief, but there's the ghost of a hidden smile as he walks towards her. a hand grips onto her arm firmly and pulls her towards him. ❝ careful. ❞ he says, eyes unable to behave themselves as he looks at her lips. this wasn't exactly the time or place, but who the hell cared? they may be dead by tomorrow. ❝ there's a hole right there. ❞ he nods down to the ground where her foot almost got stuck in a trap. he leans towards her as if to close the gap between them, before a loud sound echoes throughout the pyramid they stand in. ❝ mental note: we'll come back to that later. right now, get behind me and do as i say. alright? ❞

[west1rosi]

@mccnlies asked: 🌼 rhae to caraxes Send 🌼 to put a flower in my muse's hair!

the   blood   wyrm   screeches,   what   could   be   graced   as   a   smile   on   the   dragon's   mouth   he   shakes   his   head   once   after   rhaenyra   command   his   head   down   and   now   he   feels   the   weight   of   something.   it's   too   light   for   him   to   deem   it   a   threat   and   a   sniff   from   him   (   and   shaking   his   head   after   it,   it's   too   salty   ).  

reddish   eyes   look   upward   to   the   horns   on   his   side   and   the   sight   of   flowers   greet   him.   the   dragon   looks   back   to   rhaenyra,   another   shake   of   his   neck   as   if   thinking   of   it   as   a   silly   thing,   but   when   syrax   moves   to   remove   it,   perhaps   curious   on   her   own,   caraxes   gives   a   huff   of   smoke   her   way   as   a   warning.   it's   my   crown,   even   if   his   rider   won't   be   pleased   at   the   sight.

[razorfst]

[  EIGHTEEN  ] :  “ i don’t believe you. ” from selina

Honestly? She didn't have to believe him. This wasn't something built off of trust and he was sure it never would be. Not that he cared, Andrei could count on his one hand the amount of people he truly trusted in his life and she wasn't one of them. If anything it was circumstantial, the situation determining the behavior he would give towards the other. There wasn't a single moment Andrei questioned if that would change, because he knew it wouldn't'. His position shifts, expression never softening as green gaze looks her over. A roll of his eyes soon follows and he shakes his head slightly. "I'm not surprised you don't." The Romanian replies, though rather deadpan to match his expression. At least he wasn't as angry as he could look, or might look currently to some. "But I am curious as to why you think I'd lie."

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[tooxldtorememxer]

@mccnlies wrote: "Put it down"

“Who are you to give demands to me?” he didn’t smile but his eyes showed way too much eagerness and enthusiasm. Not only was he approaching with his own and her wand in one hand, but in the other he held a knife, an already bloodied knife, indicating it had already been used. “Where are you going to go now, malyshka? This is the end for you and your little friends,” he had literally cornered her, and if he couldn’t get to the Potter boy himself then he would finish what he had started two years ago.

[sapphiredhearts-a]

"* can i have some?"

paul glances up , eyes slowly blinking as if they are struggling to stay open . ' huh ? ' he asks , head drooping for a moment before snapping out of it just as quickly . ' oh - yeah , yeah of course . ' he mummers passing his plate over to the brunette . usually , he doesn't share food - but bella is a special case for all of his rules . plus , probably better to hand it over before he falls asleep in it face first . ' sorry , bells . I'm not too much fun tonight . ' not with sam having them all run relentless patrols lately - trying to get the new shifters trained and up to speed . it was scary - so many were turning lately .

[the-rogue-dragon]

@mccnlies Vaenyra sent;

"just hold me"

🔥THE FLAMES OF THE FIREPLACE WERE extinguishing themselves like the pleasure of lovers did after a night of passion; unhurriedly, calmly. It was mesmerizing for the sleepless Prince who sat across the fireplace, looking without seeing how the flames tried in vain to lick at the woods that had been settled hours ago. Someone should remove them to invigorate the flames, but the Targaryen Prince had not moved, nor he attempted to. His mind was far away from his chambers - that he shared with his sister-wife - far away from King’s Landing and the mundane, but then again he was not conscious of it.

Thoughts were present but quiet, as if the information was fearing to reveal itself. What would the Prince do if he truly paid attention to his mind? To what his brain was trying to tell him? Dissociating from the unpleasant thoughts, Daemon was there and yet he was not. At least not until he heard the soft rustle of the bed sheets being pulled out of someone’s body. He knew whose body that was for there was only one person who shared his bed, and that was his sister-wife Vaenyra. Though he did not turn to look at her, nor did he address her either.

As she approached him, he merely looked her way, but did nothing to speak, just stared into her general features, as if he was still not present. He couldn’t recall when she asked him to hold her, but he found his arms wrapping themselves around her - as she took a seat at his side. His face buried itself against the crook of her neck taking a deep breath. Squeezing her body gently to his own, the Prince sighed deeply, but no words were spoken, yet he seemed to anchor himself on her body as if he feared to depart from the room, or life itself.

[moonofiego]

a snort escaped him. she was definitely unlike anyone he met before -- certainly not because she accepted a bounty which was placed on him. she wouldn't be the first one, certainly not the last. anakin has made a name for himself all across the galaxy as the general skywalker, the hero with no fear, and it wasn't rare for separatist to send bounty hunters his way ... to deal with him. needless to say, none got close enough to cash in on the money.

unlike this one. it wasn't even the first time, and she was clearly getting better as time went by. good enough, though? that remained to be seen. striking a conversation with her, while held at gun point, was certainly not what he had in mind though -- but he made a move towards his men. he could handle that one. they didn't need to worry.

❝ but we aren't really enemies, are we? after all, you're the only one between us two who seems to want the other dead. ❞

@mccnlies asked : ❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

[breakbcnes]

❝ try not to look too relieved. ❞ from rhae

He looks over at her, giving an expression she was far too familiar with by now. Which in turn is why he should have expected such a response from her. The two knew each other far too well, spent more moments together than they should but gods was it hard for him to stay away. A magnetic aura he could never pull himself away from, even when she had him worried. "Princess," the knight begins, "can you blame me for worrying about you?" He counters, blue-green eyes looking her over a moment to be sure she was alright. This time, seeing nothing wrong jumping out at him, he steps towards her as a hand lifts to cup her cheek while his thumb traces back and forth on her smooth skin. "I care about you, Rhaenyra, if that makes me worry for you then I would not change a thing." He keeps his eyes on her as he looks down. "I only want you safe so I may find you once more in my arms."

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[virtuousley]

@mccnlies sent ↳ ❛ did you just say you're leaving? no you're not. not without me. ❜

one would think that becoming a vampire would erase every instance of humanity left. the media portraying his kind as being mindless beasts only driven by one thing - blood. carlisle had proven that false. the man was holier than a saint. it could be irritating at times, especially whenever emmett felt he needed to meet his leader's expectations. carlisle was certainly akin to a father figure in the way that his expression and the shaking of his head showed clear disappointment. emmett sometimes half expected that he'd be sent to his room. despite not killing in years, there had been times when he couldn't help himself [ ... ] revisiting those memories always ended in disaster. they had become a bit blurrier throughout the years of vampirism, but had not completely faded as human memories would with someone as old as carlisle. maybe they should call him grandpa instead of dad.

emmett, who was usually so chipper & optimistic, would become a shadow of himself during september. it was close to the time that he had first been turned. carlisle had warned emmett, told him not to go back to his family home in his condition - newly turned and thirsty. any type of authority always made the young man laugh as he continues to do what he pleases anyway. he would come to regret not taking carlisle's kind-hearted warning seriously. emmett has a bag thrown over his shoulder and sunglasses perched in his dark curls as he descends the stairs to come upon bella. her words have him smiling softly, a prominent dimple on his right cheek.

❝ oh, yeah bells? all the way to tennessee? i think edward would kill me if i took you on a spontaneous road trip. ❞ his brow furrows as if contemplating having her company or not. ❝ screw it. he can rip off my limbs later! i think i kinda uh, well, uh need someone to be there. it's a family thing - my human family thing. i can explain on the way. rose can't come, because i don't like her seeing the person i become when i'm back home. i mean not my home now, but.. whatever it's complicated. ❞ a moment passing before he shakes his head, curls bouncing. ❝ anyway, kid. are you actually on board with this? ❞

[west1rosi]

@mccnlies asked: "And they say women are vain." ( rhaenyra for daemon? )

The   prince   laughs,   eyes   set   across   the   room   to   where   Otto   Hightower   stands.   Words   come   out   in   Valyrian,   the   two   of   them   in   their   own   little   world   as   they   spoke,   the   dancing   grin   a   constant   companion   on   Daemon's   lips.   "No   woman   would   ever   reach   the   leagues   of   vain   of   the   likes   of   Otto."   And   at   least   not   any   woman   he   had   known   but   the   Hightower   man   truly   seems   to   push   his   lucky   every   day   with   his   complains   and   vanity.   "I   can't   wait   to   beat   his   family   in   the   next   tournament." 

[razorfst]

bath:     for our muses to share a bath together. From nat

Sometimes he was lucky to have the space he did at the compound, everything adjusted and fixed for his size. Seeing as he was much larger than the average person, it wasn't easy to comfortable sit on every day furniture. That included the bath they currently sat in together, his arms around her as she leaned back against his chest. Leaning his own head down and forward, he places soft kisses along her shoulder and neck. His hand keeping her close as it rests on her stomach, his other arm around her just the same with the device still on the end. After all it was water proof and it wasn't something he took off around anyone. Even if there was trust there, it remained. Removing it, well, that was like taking down his last wall and he wasn't sure he was ready for that. Hell, he didn't think he would ever be ready for it. So on it remained, not even thinking too much on it as he kissed up her neck and left a small nip on her skin. "How much longer do you want to sit in here?" Andrei asks softly, quietly, against her skin.

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