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the courts offer bread and salt to aydva mormont nee locke of house mormont. many say that the thirty year old ruling lady of bear island is known to be charming and decorous, though ill tongues whisper that she is exigent and unwavering. when her name is uttered , one is reminded of unflinching eyes hiding agony; constellations telling the story of the unavenged; dark red roses weighed down by glistening snow; hushed giggles echoing off lonely walls; secrets being whispered into the night, drowned by rain; spirited debates and an unapologetic gaze. may she be blessed and protected in this war of crowns. ( fc: ece cesmioglu )

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a new star came to life the night she was born. the former ruling lady of oldcastle, her mother olyria, birthed her under a night sky full of shining stars. and the moment she was introduced to the world, she did exactly was stars do and lit up her entire family's life. at only a few days old, aydva's father placed a delicate star-shaped pendant around her neck -- a pendant she would never take off, a pendant that would prove to be her source of strength in her later years.

born the first and only daughter to lord and lady locke, aydva was the jewel of her family. despite being under the constant eye of her parents, she was often left to roam free and do as she pleased. if the child wasn't running amuck and chasing her brothers with sticks as a declaration of war, then she was to be found outside drawing in the dirt or making little flower crowns to place upon her mother's head. they were a big but close family. they ate together, sang together, laughed, and played together. the locke's may not have been the richest, but they had each other. that was all they needed.

aydva was as creative and as boisterous as they come. the halls were filled with her laughter and voice until the death of her father shook her family to its core -- it was as unexpected as snow in the summer and as harsh as winter's winds. the only thing aydva remembers is being awoken by the sound of her own screams in the middle of the night. in the early morning, she comes to find that her father, the person she looked up to the most, was gone and her eldest brother was taking his place. since then, she's not been herself. the light in her eyes went dark and the smile on her face faded.

a wife’s duty is to stand by her husband. with her proudly by lord mormont's side, it's beyond clear that aydva respects and cares for him, but whether she loves him or not has always been a whispered question among gossiping folk. aydva pays no mind to the gossip surrounding her marriage and relationship with lord mormont as only they know the true nature of their relationship. their marriage has produced two children, a boy aged three and a girl aged one. her children are her utmost priority; the toddling boy is always close behind her and the baby girl always in her arms.

more will be added / updated but sol's brain is not working rn so here this is!!

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( eliar ! )  //  starter for @armoredspirit​​​

                          ˙  ˖  ˙  ˖       A  SLICE  OF  FRESHLY  BAKED  lemon  cake  is  placed  on  the  table    &&    next  to  it  a  small  bowl  of  berries.  vyla  can  sense  eliar  before  he  even  arrives ;   she  knows  to  expect  him  in  the  kitchens  at  least  once  a  day.  each  day,  she  seems  to  get  better    &&    better  at  guessing  when  he’ll  arrive      ━━      usually,  it’s  before  the  sun  sets.  today  though,  the  end  of  the  night  is  near,    &&    he  has  yet  to  step  through  the  archway.  just  as  vyla  begins  to  worry,  she  hears  the  sound  of  familiar  footsteps  echoing  off  the  walls    &&    turns  in  her  seat  to  greet  him.  though  she’s  not  his  mother      &&    his  whereabouts  are  none  of  her  concern,  she’s  ready  to  scold  him,  an  excusing  finger  in  the  air.

 ❛  you,  you  worried  me.  i  was  beginning  to  think  you’d  never  show.  ❜

 vyla  wishes  she  could  stay  annoyed  with  him  for  just  a  moment  longer  but  the  faint  creases  in  his  forehead    &&    the  furrow  of  his  brows  soften  her.    ❛  come,  sit,  ❜    a  hand  pulls  out  the  seat  beside  her  as  she  stands  up  to  fetch  him  a  drink.    ❛  long  day,  hmm ?  ❜    

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( baeryn ! )  //  closed starter for @vincitomnic​​

                          ˙  ˖  ˙  ˖      SWIFT  HANDS  SNATCH  CRUMPLED  PAPERS.  eldyn  sends  a  glare  baeryn’s  way,  but  the  slight  upwards  curl  of  his  lips  told  the  other  that  he  was  not  angry.    ❛  what  is  it  with  everyone  touching  my  things ?  ❜    he  glances  down  at  the  ball  of  papers  in  his  hand  before  tossing  it  aside.  they  were  trash      ━━      why  he  even  bothered  to  grab  them  from  baeryn  was  a  mystery      ━━      no,  it  was  a  habit.  it  feels  weird  for  eldyn  to  be  in  the  same  room  (  alone  )  with  him  again.  though,  this  is  not  something  he  shows.  the  man  wonders  what  he  should  say  next :   wonders  if  he  should  apologize  or  say  nothing  at  all.  the  latter  is  the  choice  he  makes.  

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( quentin ! )  //  closed started for @gildedheirs​

 BROWS  QUIRK  &&  EYES  WIDEN  IN  AMUSEMENT.  why  the  gods  led  her  to  a  tiny  man  waving  a  sword  around,  she  didn’t  know.  she  takes  a  step  back,  away  from  quentin.  he’s  facing  away  from  her  but  he  could  easily  turn  to  her  at  any  moment      ━━      &&    who  knew  where  that  sword  would  land ?    ❛  lord  tyrell.  ❜    nadyra  clears  her  throat  to  catch  the  man’s  attention.    ❛  if  you  keep  swinging  that  around  aimlessly,  you  might  hurt  someone.  ❜

 she  pulls  a  small  dagger  out  of  thin  air  ( seemingly ),  sending  a  mischievous  wink  his  way.    ❛  swords  are  far  too  large,  this  is  why  i  prefer  something  small,  discrete.  ❜    the  dagger’s  blade  glistens  as  she  twists  it  in  her  hand.  she  does  not  tell  him  her  true  preferred  method.  this  is  hardly  the  time  to  let  those  things  slip.  

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fights break sphere episode 32: Xiao Xun’er

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[ WHISPER ] your muse whispers something scandalous / flirtatious into my muse’s ear. + eldyn / kass

                         ˙  ˖  ˙  ˖      A  SHARP  INHALE      ━━      ❛  kassandre !  ❜    eldyn  turns  to  her,  wide-eyed    &&    smiling.  he  has  to  suppress  the  laugh  threatening  to  leave  his  lips.  he  means  to  scold  her  but  how  could  he ?   she  was  being  her  usual  self.  she  was  being  unapologetically  her.  he  looks  over  at  the  man  she  spoke  of,  raising  a  brow.    ❛  do  you  truly  think  she’s  having  an  affair  with  him ?  ❜    eldyn  whispers  his  question  to  kassandre,  looking  away  from  the  man  before  he  noticed.  oh      ━━      the  two  of  them,  always  gossiping.    ❛  he’s  quite...  hideous  if  i’m  being  honest.  she  could  do  so  much  better,  don’t  you  think ?  ❜

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❛ buried in your bones, there’s an ache that you can’t ignore. ❜ Eivor -Eldyn

                         ˙  ˖  ˙  ˖      A  SOFT,  ALMOST  WEARY  SIGH  FALLS  FROM  HIS  LIPS  as  he  rests  his  head  in  the  other’s  lap,  face  riddled  with  exhaustion.  he  tries  to  ignore  eivor’s  statement  by  closing  his  eyes,  hoping  to  will  it  out  of  existence.  it  isn’t  long  before  eldyn  feels  eivor’s  eyes  burning  right  through  him    &&    he  reluctantly  opens  his  eyes,  staring  back.  this  little  staring  contest  doesn’t  last  long  before  eldyn  breaks  out  in  a  peal  of  quiet  laughter.  with  a  smile  still  on  his  face,  he  reaches  out  to  gently  stroke  eivor’s  cheek.    ❛  you  know  me  too  well.  we’ve  been  spending  a  lot  of  time  together,  perhaps  it’s  time  i  let  someone  else  get  to  know  me.  ❜    his  words  are  meant  as  a  joke  but  when  eivor  doesn’t  laugh      ━━      doesn’t  even  smile,  eldyn  frowns.  

 ❛  an  ache,  ❜    he  says  while  sitting  up,  moving  his  head  from  eivor’s  lap  to  his   shoulder.    ❛  yes,  but  there’s  always  been  an  ache.  if  i  don’t  ignore  it  i’m  afraid  it’ll  consume  me.  ❜    empty  hands  find  eivor’s,  playing  with  them  absentmindedly  as  he  speaks.  where  was  this  concern  coming  from ?   how  long  had  he  been  thinking  about  this ?   was  it  years,  months,  or  was  it  more  recent ?   a  hum      ━━      then  silence.  eldyn’s  mind  begins  to  wander  as  he  repines  over  a  faded  childhood.  sometimes  it  was  as  if  someone  took  a  torch  to  his  memories,  burning  them  to  dust,  only  to  leave  bits    &&    pieces  behind.  it  was  like  a  puzzle  with  a  missing  piece.  

he  lifts  his  head  to  get  a  better  look  at  eivor,  offering  a  faint  smile  before  pecking  him  softly  on  the  cheek.    ❛  you  needn’t  worry  about  me.  ❜

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( rhaella ! )

              ALWAYS  QUIET  &  THOUGHTFUL,  THAT  WAS  what  rhaella  associated  with  her  brother.  she  supposed  it  stood  out  against  some  of  the  other  personalities  in  their  family.  though  she  enjoyed  an  animated  personality  (  much  easier  to  learn  about  a  person  when  they  were  naturally  prone  to  speaking  ),  she  appreciated  the  feeling  of  calm  she  felt  speaking  to  caeryn.  even  though  her  current  anxiety  regarding  the  situation  was  overpowering  enough  it  likely  wouldn’t  last.  ❝  i  know  there’s  been  quite  a  bit  of  intrigue  at  hand  here,  attempted  poisonings,  maesters  having  to  deal  with  arson,  but  i  can’t  help  feeling  …  bored.  ❞  in  a  way,  it  showed  sometimes  how  young  rhae  still  was.  she  could  be  awfully  serious,  but  then  a  bit  of  tundra  for   too  long  made  her  scowl.

              biting  her  lip,  she  waited  barely  a  second  before  just  saying  it.  ❝  have  you  seen  rhiannon  yet?  ❞  she  supposed  it  wasn’t  necessary  to  specify  why  she  asked  —  even  if  it  wasn’t  the  true  reason  behind  her  words.  no,  that  would  be  called  guilt.  

                         ˙  ˖  ˙  ˖      A  CURIOUS  GAZE  SHIFTS.  his  eyes  find  his  hands    &&    he  stares.  caeryn  can’t  fathom  why  rhaella  would  ask      ━━      why  she  would  even  care.  it  wasn’t  as  if  he  ever  expressed  to  her  how  much  he  cared  for  their  kitchen  girl.  there’s  a  lump  in  his  throat  that  he  cannot  swallow,  mouth  dry.  he  hesitates  before  looking  at  his  sister  once  again.  it  takes  him  a  moment  to  calm  himself,  but  a  hint  of  nervousness  can  still  be  seen  behind  his  eyes.    ❛  briefly      ━━      at  least,  i  thought  i  saw  her.  i  could  have  been  mistaken.  ❜    he  lies  through  his  teeth,  hoping  his  sister  doesn’t  catch  on.  but  she’s  smart    &&    he  fears  she  knows  more  than  she’s  letting  on.

 caeryn  plays  with  his  fingers  absentmindedly.    ❛  why  do  you  ask ?  ❜    he’s  curious  to  hear  her  response.  perhaps  she  saw  them ?   no      ━━      that  was  impossible.  there  was  no  one  there,  no  one  but  them.  

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( quentin ! )

“If you think I’m gonna fall for that again, you believe me to be more of an idiot than you.” His words hadn’t meant to sound so cold. As jovial as Quentin was, he could tremble just as much as these stone walls. Perhaps he was made for the North after all. “Don’t you have better things to do than this? Aren’t you the Master of Laws or something far more dramatic than you seem to be?”

                           ˙  ˖  ˙  ˖      HURT  FLASHES  ACROSS  HIS  EYES.    ❛  well...  yes.  ❜    a  momentary  frown,  eyes  cast  down.  eldyn  thinks  about  quentin’s  words.  yes,  there  were  things  he  was  supposed  to  be  doing.  but  those  were  things  that  could  wait.  anything  that  was  urgent  had  already  been  seen  to.  he  shakes  his  head  slightly,  forcing  a  smile  on  his  face.  he  takes  this  as  his  cue  to  leave.    ❛  i’ll  leave  you  to  it,  then.  ❜

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“ i thought you’d be taller, for some reason. ” ok but caeryn + bastien for the luls.

                         ˙  ˖  ˙  ˖      DARK  BROWS  FURROW  when  he  hears  bastien’s  words.  taller.  how  much  taller  did  this  man  want  him  to  be ?    ❛  sorry,  not  all  of  us  are  born  as   giants.  ❜    caeryn  had  been  minding  his  own  business,  lost  in  his  thoughts  when  the  colossal  of  a  man  approached  him.  approached    &&    insulted.  he  wasn’t...  that  short  was  he ?

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prompts for those with a reputation.

“ i heard you were back in town. ”

“ you’re not nearly as quiet as you believe yourself to be. ”

“ discretion was never as strong a suit for you as your… other, talents. ”

“ when they first said you were back, i thought they were delusional. now i worry that i’m the insane one. ”

“ they tell me you’re the one to go to for… well. my particular problem. ”

“ you were great. are great. but… you could’ve been legendary. ”

“ people are rather interested in making your acquaintance. ”

“ you know the police are still after you, right? ”

“ look at you. smirk and all, like we should be kissing your feet for existing. ”

“ you’ve gained quite the reputation, you know. ”

“ i’ve seen you. in the news… ”

“ is it true? what they say about you? ”

“ i don’t believe any of it. how can one person manage to pull that off? ”

“ i… i thought you’d be taller, for some reason. ”

“ you might tell me how you did it, some day. perhaps over drinks? ”

“ people would give their right arm just to have a chance at talking to you. ”

“ the entire world knows your name. and still, we whisper it. ”

“ you’re both renowned and a complete and utter mystery. ”

“ goodness. all the rumors about you, and you look… nothing like what i was anticipating. ”

“ everyone who’s anyone knows the story about you. but do we know the truth? ”

“ you really should hear some of the rumors about you. comedic gold… ”

“ well, the stories are obviously all fake. right? ”

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( regan ! )

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All she had felt was something crawling in her hair. Her hair was long, and it easily blended in. She wasn’t normally that jumpy, but it felt so odd and, frankly, disgusting! Even still, she shied away from Eldyn, putting her hands up in defeat. How long before that thing came crawling back into her hair? “Just a spider! You say that’s just a spider! El, that thing could hurt you! It could’ve hurt me!” Where’d that bugger come from anyway?

                          ˙  ˖  ˙  ˖      ELDYN  SMILES  DOWN  at  the  spider  crawling  on  his  hand  before  putting  his  hand  near  the  wall  so  it  could  crawl  off.  he  watches  it  scurry  off,  only  turning  his  attention  on  regan  when  it’s  out  of  sight.    ❛  regan,  the  spider  was  probably  more  scared  of  you  than  you  were  of  it.  ❜    he  grabs  her  by  the  arm  gently    &&    begins  leading  her  down  the  hall.    ❛  come,  before  it  gets  you  again.  ❜  

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bloodshiver​:

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                         ˙  ˖  ˙  ˖      it  was  true,  eivor  hadn’t  changed  much,  if  at  all.  eldyn,  on  the  other  hand,  toughened  over  the  years.  event  after  event  caused  a  deep-rooted  mistrust  of  the  world  around  him  to  come  out.  too  many  times  had  he  been  on  the  receiving  end  of  promises  that  were  never  fulfilled      ━━      he  no  longer  allowed  himself  to  be  vulnerable.  vulnerability  was  a  weakness  a  man  couldn’t  afford  to  have.  the  events  that  took  place  the  night  before  served  to  show  that  he  couldn’t  be  trusted  alone.  his  licentious  tendencies  became  more  frequent  these  days,  strangers  finding  their  way  into  his  bed.  in  the  end,  it  always  left  him  with  a  loneliness  he  couldn’t  mend.  a  loneliness  that  would  consume  him  until  a  stranger  made  his  bed  their  home  again.  it  was  a  vicious  cycle  he  hated.  but  with  eivor,  eldyn  had  a  security  that  he  didn’t  have  with  others.  there  was  no  guessing  game,  no  doubts,  no  worries.  there  was  only  familiarity      ━━      familiarity  that  put  eldyn  at  ease.

with  eivor,  he  felt  known.

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                          ˙  ˖  ˙  ˖      THE  MINUTE  EIVOR’S  HANDS  MEET  EDLYN’S  SKIN,  he  inhales  sharply.  the  combination  of  eivor's  hand  on  his  throat    &&    the  other  around  his  cock  drives  him  to  the  brink  of  insanity.  for  a  moment,  eldyn  almost  regrets  not  begging  when  he  was  asked  to.  if  he  had,  perhaps  eivor  would  have  already  been  fucking  him  senseless.  the  bastard  stark  had  not  been  a  good  boy  as  he  suggested   earlier    &&    now  he  was  paying  for  it  in  much  worse  ways  than  he  imagined.  why  had  he  thought  eivor  would  go  easy  on  him ?   his  lover  was  never  one  to  be  merciful,  after  all.  not  in  fights    &&    most  certainly  not  in  bed.  he  could  be  as  merciless  as  a  lion  hunting  its  prey.  eivor  would  go  in  with  all  he  had    &&    leave  no  room  for  forgiveness      ━━      that  was  something  eldyn  admired  about  the  man ;   he  was  not  ashamed  to  take  what  belonged  to  him    &&    was  willing  to  fight  to  no  end.  eivor  could  be  callous    &&    ruthless  but  loving    &&    tender  all  the  same.  their  sex  could  be  hostile    &&    filthy,  where  bruises  would  mark  their  skin,  growls  would  fall  from  bloodied  lips,    &&    impatience  would  get  the  best  of  them.  or,  their  sex  could  be  sweet    &&    passionate,  where  gentle  hands  would  graze  soft  skin,  quiet  moans  would  fill  the  other's  ears,    &&    patience  was  a  virtue.

 eldyn's  back  arches  slightly  as  eivor  continues  to  stroke  his  cock  slowly,  excruciatingly.  it's  impossible  for  him  to  suppress  the  groans  building  at  the  base  of  his  throat  any  longer    &&    he  says  the  other's  name  in  broken  syllables.  with  eivor  holding  his  face  in  place,  hand  gripping  his  jaw  tightly,  eldyn  reaches  between  them    &&    grabs  eivor's  bulge  through  the  cloth  of  his  pants.  his  touch  is  gentle,  teasing.  then,  teeth  meet  the  expanse  of  his  neck,  tugging    &&    pulling  at  the  skin.  he's  not  to  be  fooled     ━━     no,  eldyn  knows  exactly  what  game  eivor’s  playing.  marking  his  territory.  the  skin  would  purple    &&    bruise.  this  was  eivor's  way  of  showing  everyone  that  eldyn  belonged  to  him    &&    no  other ;   this  was  his  way  of  discouraging  anyone  from  attempting  to  bring  eldyn  to  bed  in  the  upcoming  days.  until  the  marks  wore  off,  eldyn  would  be  eivor's    &&    eivor's  alone.  this  was  not  something  he  minded.

 listening  to  eivor's  groan,  eldyn's  hand  continues  to  work  at  the  man's  erection  while  his  free  hand  grabs  a  fist  full  of  his  lover's  blonde  hair.  he  brings  eivor's  face  close  to  his,  their  lips  barely  grazing  when  eldyn  speaks.    ❛  i  know  you  want  to  fuck  me,  dear.  ❜   his  voice  is  sweet  yet  sneering.    ❛  are  you  supposed  to  be  in  control  here ?   because  i'm  beginning  to  believe  otherwise.  ❜    no  time  is  given  for  eivor  to  respond.  eldyn's  lips  meet  his  in  a  hungry  kiss.  a  moan  is  set  loose  into  eivor's  mouth  as  he  brings  him  closer,  growing  more  eager  by  the  second.  he's  wonders  if  he  can  keep  the  tough-guy  act  up  for  much  longer.

 releasing  the  blonde's  hair,  he  moves  to  begin  undressing  him,  pulling  away  from  the  kiss  slowly.    ❛  my  company  last  night  made  much  better  use  of  this  table,  ❜    he  winks  teasingly  with  a  smirk  on  his  lips,    ❛  and  of  his  cock.  ❜    eldyn's  hands  continue  to  work  on  eivor's  clothing  until  he's  shirtless.  his  lips  leave  gentle  kisses  along  the  scar  marking  eivor's  chest,  making  his  way  up  to  his  neck  where  he  nips  him  in  several  spots,  not  hard  enough  to  bruise  but  hard  enough  to  inflict  a  tinge  of  pain.  greedy  fingers  slip  between  eivor's  waistband    &&    his  skin,  tugging  at  the  cloth  expectantly       ━━      silently  asking  for  permission.  eldyn  finds  the  man's  lips  once  again,  catching  eivor's  lower  lip  between  his  teeth,  he  bites  down  playfully.  this  is  a  wordless  plea ;   he’s  silently  begging  his  lover  to  take  him  right  then    &&    there.

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yes i am smart. yes i am stupid. it’s called being flexible.

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( aegon ! )

“ i  don’t  trouble  myself  thinking  of  things  that  wouldn’t  happen  caeryn,  you know  that. you’re  my  brother,  that  will  never  change. ” aegon  replied, looking up from his papers & nonchalantly  waving  his hand. was  what  he  said  insufficient ?  what  more  did  his  younger  brother  need  of  him ? before  he  can  ponder  further ,  caeryn’s  words  do  something  they have  not  done  in  many  moons  —  surprise  him. “  it  looks  like  a  replica  of  princess  deana  targaryen’s  pendant  — where  did  you  get  this ? ” aegon  regarded  his  younger brother  with  a  quizzical  glance ,  rolling  the  worn-down  pendant  in  his  hand. “  you haven’t  been  wandering  about  flea  bottom  again, have  you ? ”

                         ˙  ˖  ˙  ˖      ❛  YOU’VE  ALWAYS  BEEN  GOOD  AT  THAT...  dodging  questions.  ❜    caeryn  replies  almost  bitterly ;   he  bites  the  side  of  his  tongue  to  stop  himself  from  saying  anything  else.  where  aegon  had  a  fault,  caeryn  had  a  strength,    &&    vice-versa.  if  one  were  to  merge  them  together,  they  may  have  the  perfect  man      ━━      as  close  to  perfect  as  any  could  be.    ❛  no,  aegon,  i  haven’t.  does  it  matter  where  i  got  it ?  ❜    caeryn’s  gaze  flickers  from  the  pendant  to  aegon    &&    back  again.  his  brother’s  words  annoy  him.    ❛  if  you  don’t  like  it,  i’ll  take  it  back.  ❜    he  holds  his  hand  out,  expecting  aegon  to  hand  it  over.  

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                         ˙  ˖  ˙  ˖      it  was  true,  eivor  hadn't  changed  much,  if  at  all.  eldyn,  on  the  other  hand,  toughened  over  the  years.  event  after  event  caused  a  deep-rooted  mistrust  of  the  world  around  him  to  come  out.  too  many  times  had  he  been  on  the  receiving  end  of  promises  that  were  never  fulfilled      ━━      he  no  longer  allowed  himself  to  be  vulnerable.  vulnerability  was  a  weakness  a  man  couldn't  afford  to  have.  the  events  that  took  place  the  night  before  served  to  show  that  he  couldn't  be  trusted  alone.  his  licentious  tendencies  became  more  frequent  these  days,  strangers  finding  their  way  into  his  bed.  in  the  end,  it  always  left  him  with  a  loneliness  he  couldn't  mend.  a  loneliness  that  would  consume  him  until  a  stranger  made  his  bed  their  home  again.  it  was  a  vicious  cycle  he  hated.  but  with  eivor,  eldyn  had  a  security  that  he  didn't  have  with  others.  there  was  no  guessing  game,  no  doubts,  no  worries.  there  was  only  familiarity      ━━      familiarity  that  put  eldyn  at  ease.

with  eivor,  he  felt  known.

 the  kiss  is  enough  to  drive  eldyn  over  the  edge :   it's  intoxicating    &&    fervent,  primitive    &&    lecherous,    &&    it's  everything  he  missed  about  eivor.  with  the  tight  grip  on  his  hair,  eivor  leaves  almost  no  room  for  him  to  move  freely.  it's  clear  his  lover  intends  on  making  him  beg  for  forgiveness,  the  growing  warmth  in  his  groin  making  the  bulge  in  his  trousers  apparent.  when  he's  given  the  brief  opportunity  to  make  a  move,  he  seizes  it.  the  tip  of  eldyn's  tongue  glides  over  eivor's  upper  lip  teasingly  as  he  attempts  to  bring  himself  deeper  in  the  kiss  only  to  then  be  bitten    &&    pulled  away.  half-lidded  eyes  full  of  desire  flicker  from  eivor's  blue  eyes  to  his  lips  then  back  again.  what's  meant  to  be  a  warning  instead  comes  out  as  a  needy  moan,    ❛  eivor.  ❜

 any  attempts  to  take  control  now  would  be  futile    &&    so.  eldyn  aims  to  upset  him.  it  takes  all  he  has  for  his  next  words  to  come  out  as  anything  but  fruitless  pleas.  a  hum,  then,    ❛  i've  had  better  fucks  than  you.  ❜    when  he  speaks  the  words  leaving  his  mouth  are  drawn  out  tauntingly.  eldyn  presses  his  body  against  eivor's,  creating  friction  that  causes  him  to  bite  his  lower  lip  to  suppress  a  moan.  his  words  say  one  thing,  his  body  another ;   hips  move  to  continue  grinding  against  eivor.  all  the  while,  eldyn  aches  to  feel  eivor  inside  of  him,  sliding  in    &&    out  until  finding  release.  he  aches  for  eivor's  strong  hands  to  wrap  around  his  throbbing  erection      ━━      or  better  yet,  for  eivor's  lips  to  part  over  his  tip,  slowly  taking  him  in  his  mouth.

 ❛  truly,  darling      ━━  ❜  darling,  it  feels  sweet    &&    light  on  his  tongue,    ❛  ━━      you  bore  me  with  these  games.  ❜    eldyn's  heart  beats  fast  with  excitement    &&    he  tries  to  steady  his  breathing,  hoping  to  hide  his  eagerness  to  be  fucked.    ❛  do  you  not  know  me  well  enough  by  now ?  ❜    he  repeats  words  eivor  had  previously  spoken,  wishing  to  rouse  him  further.    ❛  don't  you  know  i  love  the  way  your  hand  feels  around  my  throat ?   the  way  your  teeth  drag  against  my  skin ?   the  way  you  mutter  my  name  when  i'm  a  good  boy...  when  i  obey  your  every  word ?   the  way  you  can  make  me  feel  so  fucking  good  that  when  i  moan  your  name  it  echoes  off  these  walls ?  ❜    these  words  are  spoken  in  a  low  rasp,  the  pressure  in  his  groin  intensifying.

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Claiming that Eldyn was technically a Stark, be it a bastard or otherwise, and needed to be protected was a good excuse for Eivor to get the other man alone for a while. He had allowed Eldyn some time to pour over his readings and sort through his papers, all the while stewing over what had happened the night before. Yes, one of Eivor’s many short comings was his inability to let even the slightest transgressions go.  He was, however, very good at biding his time. Waiting for the right moment to strike. Normally he may have done just that the moment he spotted Eldyn across the room flirting with some man all the while knowing that Eivor was watching. Eldyn was not a stupid man. He knew by now that these sort of actions had repercussions. No doubt he was waiting for just that. Or perhaps he had made the mistake of thinking that Eivor had changed in his later years. Perhaps he thought that Eivor was letting this go. 

If that was the chase he was very wrong indeed. 

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