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genuinely need a storyline having rhaenys && meleys at battle of the gullet , specifically anguish at corlys falling into the sea against lohar
ީ betwixt lips and violet eyes . “servants laid out just moments ago . I do believe I spotted the jam you adore so much .”
he moves slightly from her , offering an arm thickly adorn in a padded tunic .
“ shall we make haste for it .ᐣ”
her way typically had her up where the dawn has not greeted the day , yet , but it always left a fondness to grow in the wake they spent apart when he did arouse from slumber .
years , they stood side by side , and never has pride ީ
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instead, she bent over him and sought his lips, pressing her own to them in a lingering kiss, as though reluctant to break the quiet intimacy of the morning.
“ quiet and beautiful. were you waiting for me for morning meal?”
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ީ allowed him have endurance over the electric warmth her lips kept .
vocals hum as mouth shadow hers , chasing kiss when she motioned away .
“ indeed ,” he ensures her suspicions , still having his gaze solely on her , flicker ީ
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have some priorities before I can get to replies but in the meantime , feel free to reach out for plots or send something ! OC are welcomed. I’ll also finish setting up my sea snake when I’m back , @SEASNCKE .
how sea kisses sand , his lips skim her cheek in similar warmth ; hand settles to the curve of her back , adjacently grown at her side so countenance could see hers .
“ this morrow is . . . tedious when you’re out . how does the skies fair today .ᐣ”
how sea kisses sand , his lips skim her cheek in similar warmth ; hand settles to the curve of her back , adjacently grown at her side so countenance could see hers .
“ this morrow is . . . tedious when you’re out . how does the skies fair today .ᐣ”
@blackbI00d ީ loosen .
“ have you come to collect me from these perilous duties .ᐣ ” it is a lighthearted ask as his hands fold together atop of the massive desk .
gulls somewhere above stone make know as the never settling moisture has hold over driftmark , often freezing men in their armor , but the salted air drift through corridor , and into his wake where quill upon paper scribes . he does not mind this weathered chill .
@blackbI00d ީ he hadn’t notice until now in his lower back .
his normal guardness eases a second , so he captures her there and without much attention to it , his shoulders ީ