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What if I…… remade 🤯

I graduated and have so much free time now and I kind of want a new start

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starter for @dcrilaros

BARE FEET DUG INTO THE gritty surface of the unpaved alley as the girl slipped between the forms of vendors and thieves alike, almost as though she were a ghost among them. Like the houses, the streets could become so crowded that there was no choice but to stand shoulder to shoulder, practically on top of one another. Nights like that were almost impossible to move through Flea Bottom, yet she did with ease. She clambered between strangers' legs and ducked under their arms swiftly, orchid eyes desperate to keep their line of sight on a hooded figure.

Though it was dark, she had no problem catching sight of silver strands. They almost glistened in the moonlight. Not too many, save for Lyseni sailors, shared the same color of hair as she, and even then their hair appeared to have a golden tint. She had no interest in a family --- growing up amongst the rats and other feral children was enough for her --- yet she could not escape the curiosity that sparked when she caught sight of such hair. She could not help but trail him.

Esmae considered herself a sneaky creature, especially with how easily she ducked and dodged fellow Flea Bottom inhabitants. She was small for her age due to a lack of regular meals so it was easy for her to be pushed about the crowd, like a little rowboat in the sea during a storm. It was either learned to slip and duck or be trampled by the crowd. She was certain there was no way this hooded man could know she was tailing him, yet when she rounded a corner and into a less crowded alley, she found it empty. Confused, she stood there head tilted to the side, not sure where her target had gone.

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"PERHAPS YOU COULD PASS ON my apology to your mount," she offered, attempting to be humorous as she watched the prince kiss her pruney hand. She certainly did not want to be on bad terms with such a great beast.

She listened to him quietly as she rested her face against the cool surface of the tub, wet hair matting against her round face. Hearing a man speak freely, so calmly, about his emotions made her feel odd. She had only ever heard the men in her life screaming and killing. To her, men rationalizing their feelings was not a common occurrence.

When Daemon finished speaking, she sat quietly in the water, unsure of what to say. Iren could not think of a time when someone apologized to her and truly meant it. The servants' apologies were not sincere, just an attempt to save themselves from punishment, which Iren understood. Her family did not apologize, and other nobles did not apologize. Yet, the prince did, or rather it felt like an apology of sorts. She found herself unsure of what to say.

"Thank you for your words," she finally uttered. She was uncertain if she could truly forgive him so quickly. She would wait until he showed signs of true change before then. Scared dogs took time to heal.

A curious part of her wondered who the other woman was, the one he loved. He was a prince. Certainly, he could have any lady he wanted. Iren almost asked who the woman was, but decided against it. She did not want to make him bitter about being married to her instead of the one he loved nor did she think the knowledge would bring her comfort.

"It is nice having someone else at our Keep," the Clegane mused, dark eyes watching Daemon. "You make for better company than everyone else here, though I suppose it must be rather drab compared to your Keep."

“It is my mount to whom you ought to apologise, not I,” he responds, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. “I am far from offended at how you have…distracted me…”

Her comment, though harmless, takes the prince somewhat off guard. Kindness is not something others found to be synonymous with Daemon and he thought himself far from it too. But something had shifted with Iren…and Daemon could not entirely place what it was.

Perhaps it was because she had been the first woman to challenge him. She had been far from cowed by his harsh remarks. In fact, she had thrown plenty of them his way too. He knows now that the first few moons of their marriage had been far from healthy but…well, there was a reason he had never strayed from her. He had always found her fascinating.

“I have learned much about you in the past day,” he answers eventually. “And…I hope, one day, that you might forgive me for any hurt I might have caused you during our marriage. I suppose it was just that I…”

He pauses, swallows thickly. Because when was the last time he spoke so truly of his feelings? He cannot recall.

“I was in love with another and…it was a love that could never be. Our marriage enraged me and I suppose I placed much of the blame upon you, yet you had no choice in the matter of our arrangement. It was made to restrain me, to keep the shame away from my brother by sending me here. And it is an arrangement you ended up so willingly trapped in too. I admit that I was cruel to you, and my cruelty was entirely misplaced…”

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HER OWN CLIMAX FOLLOWED SHORTLY, thighs clamping around his hips to keep him near, at least for a bit. She clung to him, fingers clumsily moving to his face as they kissed. Eventually, her hold around his waist loosened when she finally felt him finish deep within her and her own high began to conclude. When he rolled off of her and to her side, she felt a bit of his seed drip onto the bedding. They would certainly have to request new ones, a task that she would make lie with Jaime later.

Quietly, her hand sought him out, already missing his touch. Iren gripped his forearm gently, the same way she would if it were his hand, as she lay there, chest heaving slightly. Her thoughts focused on the feeling that lingered between her thighs, knowing that she would certainly be with a child soon, assuming her womb was not spoiled. She almost opened her mouth to ask if he wanted a child, knowing logically any lord would say yes in a heartbeat, but decided against it. The moment seemed almost too sweet to ruin with such talk.

"I . . . I scarcely want to go to the feast now," she whispered to him once her breathing steadied, knowing that they had to make an appearance together regardless of her wants. It was his and his twin's name-day dinner, after all, but she could hardly fathom appearing before people so soon. They did just consummate their marriage finally --- people would certainly know. Iren felt like it was written all over her face.

She slowly rolled onto her side to look at Jaime better, shifting slightly so that her cheek rested against his shoulder. She hoped he did not mind her closeness.

When she draws him closer, he occupies himself with nipping at her neck and jaw, though mindful not to mark her. Jaime felt no shame in sex, but he knew Iren was a sight more reserved than he was- he doubted she would enjoy attending a dinner with her neck covered in the evidence of his affections.

Her begging only serves to rile him more and he knows he is mere moments from spilling his seed within her. He lifts his head, seeking her lips in another heated kiss. Meanwhile, he rests his weight upon his right elbow, left hand sliding down her body to grip her thigh. As he races towards his climax, he is bordering on fucking her. And, before he can slow himself, the pleasure finds him.

Moaning loudly against her lips, he fills her, hips moving erratically with the intent of making the feeling last longer. He’d often stolen away, taken himself in hand since their marriage. But it pales in comparison to finishing within a woman and the power of his climax leaves him breathless.

Panting hard, he eventually rolls off of her and onto his back beside her, emerald focused on the canopy above their bed.

“Gods…”

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"I WANT TO . . . GO AWAY," decided the woman after a few moments of silence between them, words muffled by how she buried her face into him. She could not outright tell Lucius what events occurred in her life --- that she now was compromised and corrupt like so many others in the station. She could not tell him that she fabricated so many crime scenes, and sent possible innocence to prison, for the mafia. Erin did not want to live here anymore, she wanted to fall off the face of the Earth. " I --- I need a break. "

He settles into her embrace, offering warmth and steady silence to soothe. While he had yet to spend much time with his coworker, and thus knew little about her life, Lucius could understand when all a person needed was another beating heart. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He added in a low whisper. 

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SHE COULD SENSE THE HESITENCY, which caused a brief wave of insecurity to wash over her. Did he not enjoy their kisses ?? Did he dread them ?? When he finally leaned down, Iren let him lead, and the quickness of how heated their kisses became calmed her doubt. She noticed the atypical taste on his lips but paid it no mind --- it was a sign of his earlier affections, an indication of how eager he was to please.

Her free hand rested gently again Jaime's cheek while they kissed, hand still tangled in his hair. She could hear the bed beneath them and perhaps if he was not so attentive to her, she would have grown quickly embarrassed at the idea of people explicitly knowing why they were so late to the feast.

Finally breathless, she pulled away, eyes half-lidded with contentment. Still desperate for him to be near, she pulled him closer so that her chin rested against his shoulder. The hand that had been against his cheek tenderly, pawed at his back, carefully making sure not to claw at his skin. Like the hand in golden hair, the hand against his back was soft. She could feel the muscles beneath her fingertips as she touched him, just wanting to feel that he was truly atop her.

" Jaime, " Iren whined for what felt like the millionth time that evening, eyes gazing up at the canopy of their bed. She could hardly focus on the ornate design in the fabric with how his hips moved against her body, with how she could feel a pressure building up down below again. She wondered if he too felt near his climax. She wanted to know everything he experienced at that moment, but she could hardly utter a sentence. " Don't . . . stop, please. "

For a moment, he cannot help but wonder if he might be dreaming. That the Gods had granted him a brief reprieve from the constant turmoil in his mind and instead offered him some semblance of relief. He has yearned for this moment for the entire four moons of their marriage, surely it cannot be real? And yet the gentle grip of her fingers in his hair is enough to confirm for him that this is truly happening.

The look in her eyes as well as the gentle press of her hand to his head tell him that she longs to kiss him. He is somewhat hesitant…Cersei never allowed him to kiss her after he had feasted upon her. But this is not Cersei, and he will not tarnish this moment by allowing his mind to wander to her. And so, he leans down, lips finding hers in a kiss that grows heated swiftly. All the while, his hips continue to move against her, his pace slowly increasing, as do the sounds of his own moans coupled with the bed groaning beneath them.

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PERHAPS THEIR COMPANIONSHIP BEGAN RATHER rocky, neither really enjoying the other's company. Yet, after a decade, the duo found themselves inseparable almost. Like the dogs that hailed from her family's keep, Iren followed the Lannister woman around like a dog, willingly doing anything she asked of her. Iren's loyalty seemed to bring the two together and even though thoughts of one-sidedness crossed her mind, the Clegane decided she did not care. For the first time in seemingly her whole life, she was respected ( at least a little ).

"No," she decided rather quickly, her mind hardly thinking about the other woman's question. Men were just naturally cruel it seemed. They hardly were kind. They cared naught for anything that did not affect them --- brothers, husbands, and sons alike. "It is the nature of men."

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The handmaiden’s steady heart soothes the new queen. Cersei finds herself marvelling in the notion that such a soft creature as Iren can exist in a world filled with so much hatred.

Iren has been her closest companion since they were both a mere 12 years of age and now, near ten years later, Cersei has grown to crave her company more than ever. Newly married to King Robert, the lioness finds herself separated from the other woman more than she would like. But tonight, the king has fled on a hunting trip for the first time in the four moons since they had wed. For the first time since saying the words in the Sept, Cersei can seek some sort of comfort.

She lies atop Iren’s chest now, emerald eyes closed in contentment. They had spent many a night in such a way, as was customary of nobles with their bedmaiden…but Cersei finds herself filled with a curios desire for more now. Robert was yet to treat her kindly and Jaime did not take the time to offer her the affection she craved. But Iren…

“My sweet?” She murmurs eventually, lifting her head to look upon her handmaiden’s face. “Is there anything I have done to warrant my suffering such cruelty at the hands of my husband?”

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"SIMPLY YOUR QUEEN IS SUITABLE enough," the blonde hummed comfortably, head lolling to the side to grant him greater access to the skin of her long neck. Her eyes remained fixated on the roaring flame before her, eagerly watching it eat the wood to ash. Dark eyes still boring ahead into the fireplace, a scarred hand reached to make its home in raven hair, tugging slightly to tease him. "Where has my king been?"

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄. @pyrinas

He finds her near the fire once more, as if the flame was her own flickering fervor. Keep feeding the fire, and watch it grow. Watch it consume. Destroy. Conquer. He saunters close, nearing her from behind. A chaste kiss is pressed against the warmth of her cheek. "How fairs my Lady Wife?" He hummed, trailing pecks along her neck. "Or should I say, my Queen Wife?"

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HE FELT WARM ATOP HER and between her legs. She nearly wrapped her arms around his torso tightly and pulled him closer so that he could hold her gently in his strong arms, at least for a little while. Yet, at the same time, she desperately wanted him and there was an ache between her thighs that begged for him. She wondered if Jaime too ached at that moment, perhaps from negligence as opposed to her yearning. She could feel how hard he was when he was simply ghosting at her entrance.

A part of her was thankful she had little opportunity to gaze at his physique, at his manhood especially, because of how agonizingly long it took him to fully bury himself within her. The pain was not as terrible as she expected it to be --- a part of Iren suspected that he was aware of this and did his due diligence to make sure it was least painful as possible for her. Though her face scrunched up as she felt her womanhood stretch around him, she made no sounds announcing her discomfort. She even ( albeit a bit awkwardly ) tried to open her legs more for him, not sure if that aided him in any way, all while keeping her gaze fixated upwards on Jaime's face.

The only time her look faltered was to glance between them once she felt his hips pressing against her, signaling that he was fully and finally sheathed within her. Once she felt him moving, her eyes returned to him, and her hands found a place to rest against his shoulders. As before, she was slow to make any sounds, especially since her body was still adjusting to his size.

Once comfortable, she began letting out breathy moans --- a little bit louder than before --- with each roll of his hips against her, sometimes managing to sputter out his name. One hand left his shoulder and found a home in his hair, hoping to guide him nearer so that she may kiss him. It felt like it had been years since they had last kissed.

He savours the feel of her fingers in his hair and the sensation, couple with the increasing urgency of her moans only served to spur him on in his treatment of her.

As he feels her climax beneath his tongue, his hand leaves hers, instead coming to grip her hip, as though to hold her until the waves of pleasure had faded. And, after several long moments, the trails of his tongue becoming ever softer, he eventually withdraws, emeralds finally enjoying the full view of just how flustered she was now.

Slowly, almost cautiously, he crawls back up over her bare body. Lips part to speak, but words seem entirely inappropriate in that moment. Not with the way she is looking at him, as if beckoning him to finally be one with her. He had almost forgotten about his own need as he had tended to his wife’s and suddenly, he finds himself entirely too aware of the ache he feels.

Propping himself on his right elbow above her, his left hand slides between them to grip his cock, slowly repositioning himself to press against her womanhood. He knows her climax will have made her slick enough for him to slide in with ease, however he still takes it slowly. He knows well enough that losing one’s maidenhood can be quite the painful experience, and causing her discomfort is far from his intent. It takes him several long, decidedly agonising moments until before he finds himself fully sheathed within her, almost spending right there as he feels the sensation he has been without for so long. Then, emerald eyes remaining upon bronzite ones, he begins to roll his hips against her, a soft moan of her name leaving his lips.

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ALWAYS TALK OF A BROTHER. Shadows of brothers seemed to follow the brunette no matter where she went. Her own --- that hulking beast of a man, that rabid dog trapped within a human form --- lurked in the dark corners of her house. Sometimes the coatrack by her door looked just like Gregor during her nighttime trips to the kitchen. This Mason figure was creeping into her home, but his shadows were smaller, easier to ignore even. Iren would not let another brother terrify her. She would not let him scare her away from Margot.

" Margot shares the same concern, " she finally spoke, not looking away from the dish she was drying. Tip-toeing. Everyone seemed to toe the line about what to say about Margot's brother. It agitated her, but she did her best not to let it leak into her tone. Whereas Iren was seemingly so blunt when talking about Gregor, everyone was so vague with the topic of Mason. She often felt like a child, and everyone attempted to scare her with tales of a boogeyman. Iren was a woman nearing her thirties, she could handle any retelling of any terrible thing Margot's brother has done.

" I've thought about telling her about my own. " She's unsure if she has even told Will of the terrible Gregor.

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.      @pyrinas  ( Iren )

     “Margot is—” He falters slightly, “Great. But, the thought of you coming into contact with her brother, does concern me…” 

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" NO, " WAS ALL SHE COULD manage to utter to the man. kind hands upon her shoulder almost made it briefly feel like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. erin knew that the predicaments she was in were still there, deep down, but for just a moment they were not. her health was not failing her nor was her home constantly being trespassed by some bald assassin. no one else seemed to see the weight she was carrying, though she could never utter the words.

weak arms wrapped themselves around lucius, uncaring of whether or not she was overstepping a possible boundary with him. she said nothing as she held him close. she just wanted to bask in the caring nature. when she did speak, all she could say was that she was tired, her arms not unwrapping themselves from him.

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.    @pyrinas​  ( Erin )

     “Are you …” His words are soft, “alright, Erin?” Asked Lucius. Pacifist palms are presented and slowly near her shoulders, hoping to come across as someone she could lean on. 

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SHE HARDLY REACTED AT FIRST, unsure of what he was even doing in the first place, but eventually, he began to elicit a few sounds from her. like jaime's moans, they were quiet, only meant for his ears to hear. fingers came to grip the silks atop the bed while dark eyes peered down towards emeralds, almost fascinated with what he was doing between her thighs.

when fingertips intertwined, she gave his hand a strong squeeze before falling back against their bed once she felt his pace increase. her sounds also increased, though only slightly in volume. her eyes squeezed shut, attempting to focus on how his mouth moved against her womanhood. seemingly as soon as her eyes drifted closed, they snapped open at the arrival of an unfamiliar voice, briefly thinking that someone was now within the room with them. she perched up to stare at the door, nearly believing the voices behind it were about to enter.

iren stayed silent as jaime spoke to those on the door's other side, her gaze ( though closer to a glare than anything else ) unwavering. her hand tightly gripped his still, thankful that her wild mane of hair shielded much of her bareness. yet, no one intruded thanks to her husband's carefully selected words. it took little time for them to be alone again, though it felt like it had been years to her. quietly still, her eyes returned to look into jaime's once she no longer heard the sound of shuffling feet.

before she could say anything to him, his lips found themselves back between her thighs. her hips bucked a little at the returning sensation, clearly tender from his previous attention there, as she fell against the bed once more. though she said naught, the soft cries of enjoyment and hitching of her breath relayed to him that she enjoyed his kisses there.

fingers released the sheets and carefully found golden hair, nervously placing her digits in them. unlike their silks, she did not grip or tug at her husband's hair. instead, she caressed it with softness while clinging to his remaining hand. she had never climaxed before --- she could never bring herself to it with her own fingers on the very few occasions she tried to --- but she certainly knew she was about to. jaime had worked her so diligently and sweetly, after all, even with the unanticipated interruption.

" jaime, " she finally whined, iren's tone clearly ripe with want. the knot in her stomach was near about to explode. it took only a few more moments before her knees nearly trapped his head between her thighs and she out a cry, though not nearly loud enough to alert the guests of their bedroom affairs.

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mxnofhonour​: 

Emeralds follow her hands as she edges the slip further up her body and it is all he can do not to wrench it over her head the moment it is freed from the entrapment of her hips. Perhaps one day they might reach such heated passion but for now, this is about consummating their marriage for the very first time.

As they kiss, living fingers work to tug the slip slowly up and over her head, breaking the kiss as he does so and dropping it to the floor. Instantly, his gaze drops to her now-naked frame.

He had thought himself aroused before, but that had been nothing compared to now. She is worlds away from Cersei, it is true, but by the Gods, he feels blessed to have the honour of enjoying such a bride.

As he marvels at her, his hand moves to his breeches, tugging the laces loose and letting the garment fall from his hips, along with his small clothes. Already, he is standing to attention for her, had been since the kiss they had shared as he removes her armour. But he makes no effort to hide it and instead eases her back against the plush pillows of their bed and crawls atop her.

“You are… exquisite…” he whispers against her lips, hand slipping downwards and settling against her supple breast. “Beautiful is far from a strong enough word…”

And he means it. Whilst Cersei had been beautiful, Iren transcended that. He could not quite explain it, but his wife deserved to be worshipped.

Lips leave hers then, first seeking her neck before traversing ever further down to tend to each breast in turn. Then, he slips lower still until he rests at her hipbones. All the while, his gaze remains fixed upon hers, waiting for the first sign of discomfort.

He knows what he longs to do might startle her, having never known the touch of another. But he is desperate to explore his wife, and so before he proceeds, he questions her gently.

“May I…taste you?”

     GOOSEBUMPS  FLOWERED  ON  HER  UPPER  arms  and  even  spread  down  onto  her  collarbone  in  response  to  his  gentle  touches  upon  her  breasts.  she  was  not  bestowed  with  much  there  by  any  means,  but  he  clearly  found  the  flesh  to  be  enough  and  worthy  of  his  attention.  it was  safe  to  say  that  he  would  be  the  only  one  to  do  ever  so.  she  could  not  imagine  being  in  such  a  state  with  another.

     as  his  head  lowered  down  her  body,  planting  soft  kisses  against  flushed  skin,  her  eyes  still  observed  him.  perhaps  she  had  truly  lucked  out  with  having  a  husband  such  as  him.  she  only  ever  heard  other  ladies  complaining  about  their  husbands  bedding  them.  yet,  at  that  moment,  iren  felt  no  sense  of  dread  about  it.  instead,  she  enjoyed  his  attention,  the  gentleness  of  jaime.

     confusion  did  flash  across  her  face  at  the  request,  especially  with  how  her  eyebrows  knitted  together  ever  so  slightly.  regardless,  she  gave  him  another  silent  nod.  she  elected  to  trust  him  rather  than  question  her  husband’s  actions.  her  hips  shifted  beneath  him,  gradually  opening  her  legs  to  reveal  what  lay  between  them  to  jaime.

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     THE  LITTLE  ARTISAN  DID  NOT  register  the  other’s  venom.  other  nobles  that  dared  venture  into  flea  bottom  had  spoken  and  screamed  more  vicious  things  to  she  and  others  everyday.  her  neighbors  hollered  at  her  from  their  windows  terrible  words  as  well.   none  of  it  could  phase  her  anymore  and  in  fact,  such  tone  was  expected.  it  would  have  been  a  peculiar  interaction  without  hatefulness.

     esmae  was  peculiar  compared  to  other  flea  bottom  peasants.  she  had  been  called  perceptive  before.  she  was  far  from  stupid.  she  knew  she  and  the  woman  in  her  shop  shared  some  ancestry.  all  her  neighbors  knew  that  this  odd  little  girl  shared  at  least  a  drop  of  blood  with  the  monarchs  and  royals  that  hailed  from  the  red  keep  and  dragonstone.  the  purple  eyes  gave  it  away.  lysense  oarsmen  did  not  commonly  sport  them.  esmae’s  late  mother  had  graced  her  with  a  valyrian  name,  though  clearly  a  bastardized  combination  of  her  westerosi  name  and  the  conquer’s  descendants’  ancient  ones.  

     regardless,  she  did  not  care.  she  was  content  in  her  little  corner  of  the  world,  peacefully  (  at  least,  as  much  as  the  gods  allowed  her  to  be  )  weaving.  she  did  not  dream  of  fame,  riches,  nor  attention  from  whoever  may  have  been  her  royal  father.  so  many  others  seemed  to  be  more  invested  in  than  the  subject  matter  than  esmae.

     “  i  take  that  for  a  sign  of  good  luck,  ”  the  girl  repeated  once  she  felt  two  extra  coins  pressing  into  her  palms.  they  were  quickly  tucked  into  a  little  pouch  she  kept  hidden  in  the  top  of  her  ratted  gown.  the  silver  stag  was  more  than  enough  for  the  items,  but  she  was  grateful  for  the  extra  coppers.  it  would  no  doubt  ensure  that  she  would  not  starve  this  week.

     matted  and  tangled  silver  strands  whipped  around  her  head,  as  though  she  were  in  a  windstorm,  as  she  went  to  gather  up  the  requested  items.  arms  offered  out  her  creations,  unsure  of  if  a  companion  would  fetch  them  for  the  other  or  not.  esmae  had  heard  highborn  girls  did  not  like  to  do  much  themselves.

     “  for  .  .  .  a  mother  ??  ”  esmae  asked,  eyes  flickering  between  the  goods  and  the  other.

@pyrinas 's esmae uttered : i take that for a sign of good luck.

❝Little  bastard.  (  Little  curse.  )  What  would  you  know  of  any  signs  except  those  of  a  whore's  disease?❞

Viserra's  words  are  casually  cruel,  spoken  with  near  disinterest  as  she  toys  with  trinkets  for  sale,  some  small  weavings  and  tapestries  in  miniature  that  she  thought  her  mother  would  like.  It  took  only  a  glance  to  know  that  the  child  before  her  shared  blood  with  her  own  veins,  blood  that  was  boiling  at  the  sight  of  such  filth  among  filth.

The  silver  hair  alone  was  a  symptom  of  Valyrian  heritage,  but  there  were  plenty  Lysene  oarsmen  who  spilt  their  seed  on  the  street  of  silk;  no,  no,  what  gave  away  the  girl's  true  parentage . . .  It  was  that  demeanour,  wasn't  it?

The  echoes  of  Viserra's  own  childhood  in  poor  imitation.  Royal  bastards  were  not  the  same  as  others;  danger  did  not  haunt  the  natural  children  of  lordlings  the  way  it  did  to  them.  To  her.  To  this  child.

❝I  have  no  interest  in  omens,  anyhow.  I  am  interested  in  this  this  basket  and  one  of  those  rugs.❞  She  presses  a  silver  stag  into  Esmae's  hand . . .  And  two  coppers,  after  a  thought.  ❝For  you.  Be  quick  about  it.❞

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mxnofhonour​: 

Goosebumps follow her fingers and he feels a shiver run down his spine in anticipation of what he knows is to come.

Her words bring a soft smile to his lips and he cannot help but silently thank the Gods for this sudden shift between them. He had longed for nothing more than for his wife to be comfortable around him and now here she stands, those delicate fingers laying waste to his skin as gentle words leave her.

Emeralds cast down then, watching as the bodice of her gown slips from her frame. He follows the fabric with soft kisses to her neck and shoulders, sighing gently against her skin. His own fingers find their home at the small of her back as he gently urges her back to sit upon the edge of the bed, crouching before her so that he can push up the hem of the sheer white underdress that still hides her away from him. Leaning his head down, his kisses continue upon her thigh, lingering upon her marred skin, a silent assurance that it does not frighten him.

As his singular hand attempts to tug the gown over her hips, he realises in hindsight that he might have fared better had he removed it whilst they still stood. Yet he had been so eager to tend to her and so certain of his abilities that he had taken her to their bed.

“My love, perhaps you could…assist me in removing this?” He asks, feeling somewhat ashamed of his inability. “It is not so easy with just one hand…”

     SHE  WATCHED  HIM  LIKE  A  hawk  as  kisses  began  to  lower  down  to  her  legs  and  then  up  her  thigh.  her  legs  nearly  clamped  shut  as  she  felt  lips  against  scarred  skin,  notably  twitching  against  him.  his  gentleness,  his  slowness  as  he  neared  it  too,  towards  her  knee  made  her  hesitant  to  do  so.  she  propped  her  hands  up  behind  her,  continuing  to  watch  him  with  an  unwavering  gaze.  she  did  not  want  to  miss anything.

     iren  could  tell  he  was  struggling  to  peel  her  undergarments  from  her  due  to  his  single  hand,  yet  this  time  she  did  not  jump  to  aid  him  as  she  did  with  her  bodice.  this  time  she  elected  to  wait  until  he  specifically  asked  for  assistance.  when  he  did  ask,  a  silent  nod  was  given  as  a  confirmation,  while  red  crept  onto  her  collarbones  at  his  use  of  my  love.

     fingers  began  to  bunch  up  the  fabric  of  her  slip,  pulling  it  up  her  legs  further  and  revealing  more  skin  slowly.  her  feet  briefly  planted  themselves  flat  against  the  stony  floors  of  their  chambers  before  raising  her  hips  slightly.  fingers  worked  quickly  to  pull  the  fabric  past  her  hips  and  behind.  the  slip  now  was  bunched  above  her  thighs,  not  quite  yet  revealing  what  lay  between  them  nor  did  her  chest  become  entirely  bared.

     “  jaime,  ”  she  cooed,  hands  seeking  his  face  out  so  that  she  may  hold  it  once  more,  hoping  that  she  slid  her  gown  far  enough  up  to  aid  him  with  whatever  he  planned  to  do.  feather-soft  kisses  were  peppered  against  his  mouth  and  cheeks.  his  stubbled  tickled  her  lips,  but  she  did  not  mind.

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     hopefully  i  will  be  getting  to  other  people’s  replies  and  asks  soon  <3  i  have  just  been  on  an  iren  kick  the  last  few  days, so  apologizes  <3  thank  you  for  your  patience

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mxnofhonour​: 

A thousand quips spring to mind and, had they been more acquainted in this scenario, he might have spoken at least one of them. But he is far from eager to tarnish this moment between them, so instead, he draws back, emeralds never leaving hers as he tugs the garment over his head, casting it to the stone floor.

Though now five and thirty years of age and lacking the physical prowess he had prior to the loss of his hand, Jaime still takes pride in his appearance. He can only hope his physique does not frighten his wife.

Once the shirt is gone, his is swift to kiss her once more, though now, fingers tug at the laces that hold her gown closed at the base of her back.

“I suppose it is only fair that you rid yourself of this too…”

     AS  HE  SOUGHT  OUT  ANOTHER  kiss  from  her,  a  hand  found  itself  against  his  abdomen.  fingers  gently  ghosted  over  his  muscles,  remembering  how  she  had  only  seen  brief  sights  of  his  bare  skin  in  the  past.  she  had  never  expected  to  be  able  to  touch  him  in  such  an  intimate  way.  when  it  became  her  turn  to  grow  bare,  iren’s  face  buried  itself  against  the  lannister’s  neck  with  a  sigh.

     whereas  she  could  sense a  pride  about  his  bareness  radiating,  iren  did  not  feel  the  same  about  her  own.  she  always  felt  more  rigid  compared  to  other  ladies,  though  her  face  was  still  round  and  soft.  iren’s  shoulders  looked  broad  when  she  stood  next  to  other  women  and  her  limbs  felt  taut  with  muscle.  however,  nowhere  like  jaime’s.  though  she  had  taken  after  her  mother’s  blood,  there  was  no  denying  her  clegane  heritage  in  some  aspects.  if  rumors  were  true,  she  was  nothing  like  other  women  he  had  been  with.  she  was  dark  of  hair,  had  wide  shoulders,  and  limped.  would  he  find  her  appearance  pleasing,  as  she  did  his,  once  the  gown  was  slid  from  her  form  ??

     “  you  are  handsome,  even  out  of  your  armor,  ”  she  murmured  against  his  neck,  as  though  it  were  a  secret  only  for  him.  the  hand  against  his  stomach  reach  around  to  her  back,  hoping  to  aid  jaime’s  hand  with  loosening  her  gown’s  bodice.  the  untying  of  strings  let  the  fabric  slide  down,  slowly  revealing  more  skin  on  her  chest,  and  her  free  fingers  found  a  place  in  golden  hair  again.