⠀ “ 𝘤𝘢𝘵⸻ ” ... he stops﹐ bites down the rest﹐ hates the feel of his own chest﹒ and for though touch had come soft﹐ ever soft / a bane﹐ jaime flinches still as if she were flame﹒ not from pain﹐ not quite﹐ nor shame ⇲
⠀ ⠀⠀ ... 𝓂ains ’ ᶜᵃˡˡ ﹒ 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 if interested in becoming a main ﹒ both parties will be allowed to tag one⸻another in random interactions across the tl ﹒ canon⠀ ﹠﹠ ⠀original characters﹒
⠀ a choke caught about his throat﹐ thick / sudden﹐ and 𝘰��﹐ she was bold﹒ “ I didn't think you'd come this soon﹒ ” ... one kiss to each cheek﹒ no rush﹒ no flinch﹒ “ you'll forgive the state of me﹐ I hope﹒ ”
⠀ lies itch prettier from her tongue than any truth he's known﹒ it isn't so stark a thing﹔ few would note﹒ only his memory's much too honed﹐ and jaime does scarce recall her looking this gaunt﹒ “ matches your eyes﹒ ” ... 'tis ⇲