cheryl blossom is my zodiac sign — rump-a-dump 2.0

[Wafture]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Dawn sprung like the lions of Casterly Rock through the shafts of light that peaked through the self-made roof above their heads - Lyanna stared up at it, entranced, far too aware of the fingers that brushed up against her side, the mouth that followed a pathway from her hips to her shoulder, and finally, to her neck; a dampness set in the niche between her shoulder and her throat and she shifted enough to dislodge Rhaegar from where he lay behind her. "What do you want?"

His voice was a low rumble deep within him as he laughed, a small sound that made his chest shake and tremble against her naked back. "Have you yet thought that I just want to please my new wife?"

She turned over to face him, her eyes half-lidded and suspicious - they narrowed, and he smiled down at her from where he'd propped himself up by his elbow. "A common woman enraptured by your charms would, perhaps - but I know you for the devious snake that you are, Rhaegar Targaryen."

His eyes gleamed. "I think you have me confused with Robert, my love."

"Robert would not have courted me the way you did. Instead of whisking me away and turning a blind eye to mine own protests, the stag might've gifted me with sweet chocolates and winter roses."

"The stag cares more for what lies between your legs than what rests here." his hand slipped under the covers, trailed up her chest, and moved up between her breasts to lie on her heart, a warm blanket made of flesh and interwoven with tiny scars that made them as rough as they were long. She would not lie about her heart skipping a beat at his familiar touch, even after all this time. "Besides," in a flash, he was above her, and she let him, with a sweet promise that she would repay him in kind later. He leaned down close, as if to give her a kiss. "It is hard to give; taking is so much easier."

[Wafture]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]"rhaeger"
"rh a e g er "
r h a  e g er turguryon

[basorexia]

don't mind me
im just lowkey in the mood for a medieval rp after reading that

[Wafture]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]It had been a long day. She would often jape of her husband's lack of political skill to lighten the people that brought themselves forth to court, but it was much the truth; she had learned from two of the most backwards people in Westeros, and he his shortly lived term among his black brothers, so they were so very traditional in the way they functioned. He may be the king, but she had made him a king with thine name, and though he was her cousin she had never ached for a man the way she did for him. So she did not mind sitting at his side and whispering in his ear, or heatedly debating with him in the middle of their lords when they could scarcely meet a common point of view. He carried the sword, and she the needle. It was all that she wanted, all that he needed, and the world went on, as did their affections for each other.

The familiar tune of swords striking together drew her attention to the window as she entered her chambers, and at the precise moment that she brought her hands to her braid, she looked down at Jon and Arya sparring in the grounds and did not feel the same disappointment in her sister to not only be clutching a sword, but to be using it against a bastard, and so warmly. Instead she felt nothing of the sort, because her mind was on Jon and so were her eyes - he must be sweating, his pale skin and his black hair slick and holding tight to each other so that his curls were more wild than ever. He had looked as much when they lay together in bed.

The thought made her feel a sensation in her abdomen, and she brought a hand to the swelling there, so faintly visible in the loose garments that covered her body that she had forgotten time and time again that she carried a living person with her every step of the way now, until the time came that the little prince or princess was ready to come into the world. She could wait, but Jon was impatient - the nights that they usually made love were put to better use in fondling her tummy and lying close to it, as if he feared that it could be gone at any moment.

She had wandered off into her own mind far too long to realize that the sound had halted and that her braid was unfurled along her shoulder, a curtain of ginger. She started when someone spoke from the door.

"Sansa."

Sansa whirled around, and there he was; she smiled at him, and he at her, the slow kind that only his family got and the dragon queen had never managed to quite take from them. "Jon." he did not answer, and so she said after a short pause that felt much longer, "You mustn't tire yourself out so much. You're the greatest knight in the North, I promise you, and -"

He didn't speak much, Jon. Not unless he had to.

So he rushed forward and swooped her up into his arms, and she squealed with unbidden delight, her hands flying to his shoulders helplessly as he cradled her like a child. Sansa had no illusions that she was heavy, but she was also with child, and he had entirely ignored what she had said about tiring himself out. But he gave no signs of ever wanting to put her down, ever, and he kissed the top of her head like he had that one day ... "I love you, Sansa."

She leaned into him. "I love you too, Jon."

As a girl, she had dreamed of having a knight for a husband and giving him a family. It was a hard-won freedom, but it was hers at last.

[Wafture]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Jaime was mad at her.

Brienne paused Supernatural to look down at her phone, irritation crinkling the bare skin between her brows as she read the text. She began to type furiously with fingers slick with butter and, admittedly, her own spit.

jaime: wow ok
jaime: i see how it is
jaime: ditch the lannister, right??
jaime: is this how the ugly girls prove themselves nowadays??
jaime: by standing up the rich guys who were kind enough to sacrifice their livelihood to date them??
jaime: https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mazps...rpdrxs.gif

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jaime:

brienne is typing ...

brienne: How can I be late for something I didn’t even know about until five seconds ago?!
jaime: i didn't think that far
jaime: hold my beer this may take a while

A wildly unlady-like snort cut through the silence of her apartment like a knife, and she started in surprise with herself, adjusting her position on the couch out of self-awareness. Hopefully Renly hadn't heard. Or Loras.

[Wafture]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 450px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Caroline went stiff in his arms, and he watched her whirl away in a vampified frenzy, high on the fire that thrust itself within her in earnest. He barely moved a muscle himself, even as she was out the door - he didn't have to, anyways, because he was there in a flash, in front of her, blocking her way. She was a petite thing, small and blond, pretty eyes and milky skin and a soft face that had charmed its way into his cold, dead, unforgiving, barely-there excuse of a heart. He could not, would not, complain.

"I hate you, Klaus."

He smiled warmly despite the intensity of the situation. She recoiled as if he had hit her, even though she must be used to his antics by now, or else why would she be here, fancying herself his lover? "Now, love, we shan't jump to conclusions -"

"Oh my god." her voice was high-pitched.

She squeaked it out again. "Oh my god."

"Did you just use the word shan't?"

He paused. Entertained her by looking as if he thought about it. "Yes, I suppose I did. What of it?"

"It makes me hate you even more."

"What's next? You'll hate me for breathing air?"

She glared at him. "Yes."

"Caroline, as much as you amuse me, I am not known to be a patient man. You're usually an impression of this, but what brought this new fit about?" his voice rose, and she moved to pass by him, and he blocked her way again, a lean wall of centuries year-old flesh that had healed many, many times. He was stronger than her, and she knew it, but when had that ever stopped Caroline Forbes?

"This new 'fit'?" he was half-expecting her to add another 'god' onto the end of it, but she refrained. "I'm angry with you, Klaus, because when you said that I was your number one, I didn't think you meant that there was a two and three."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Camille and Hayley were temptations, yes, but Caroline -"

She put her hands on her hips, waiting. His smile returned from where it had fallen from his face earlier. "- you're my number one for a reason."

"Yeah?" her voice hadn't lost its anger. "What reason?"

"I will tell you. In time."

She practically squawked this time, and stomped off. He let her.

[Wafture]

bae got mad again.. s i gh [member=2143]toby[/member]

[atomic]

areeba

[Wafture]

i feel so fucking drained right now and just,, miserable.

[Wafture]

"The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy
'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore
And then they are bored of me
I know that it's exciting
Running through the night, but
Every perfect summer's
Eating me alive until you're gone
Better on my own
They say, "You're a little much for me
You're a liability
You're a little much for me"
So they pull back, make other plans
I understand, I'm a liability
Get you wild, make you leave
I'm a little much for
E-a-na-na-na, everyone
They're gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun"