〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 .

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[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

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⠀ ⠀⠀⤿ 𝐼 spend my days 𝐭͟𝐡͟𝐢͟𝐧͟𝐤͟𝐢͟𝐧͟𝐠 of https://t.co/RBFDtRkfss.
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[‍‍ ‍ 𝔯𝔬𝔱 ‍ ‍ ✦̲ ‍ ‍ 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𓈒 @godbanes]

i can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you, or anybody that decides that i'm of use.

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

/ she is so ethereal

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

flicks @handtorule's ear.

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

she's heard it being thrown around and she would like to know what it means.

[𝑩aelor. @handtorule]

i'm ... i'm sorry?

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

valarr!

my love.

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

https://t.co/CjnqQ1SLYU baelor, can you fight—?!

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

she is kicking all the boys out of the house.

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

screams.

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

screams.

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

what’s a DILF, @handtorule?

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

NO. BAELOR.

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

— lip before she smoothes the spot over with her tongue before pulling back just a little.

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

to think they had been fighting this, denying themselves the simple pleasures of being together... of the comfort...

her mouth molds with his, a soft hum slipping into his mouth, fingers gentle against the back of his neck. teeth nip gently against the bottom of his —

[𝑩aelor. @handtorule]

the comfort he sinks into is something he always wishes to return to, in between his duties to the realm and his teachings. a hum pressed against her lips when he claims them for another kiss.

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

baelor.

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

baelor.

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

https://t.co/CjnqQ1SLYU I just saw a type in one of my tweets AGH

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

https://t.co/CjnqQ1SLYU can baelor fight cos his wife's something else...

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

“ I 𝓪m trying to salvage this moment, ” head tilts forward then, mouth gentle as it ghosts against his own, arm slipping around his shoulders, fingers slipping into his hair.

[𝑩aelor. @handtorule]

his head shakes at that, against her palm. brows furrowing, evident disapproval. “ darling, please ... i thought we were trying to salvage this moment. ”

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

“ good, ” she whispers softly, slowly pushing herself up onto her elbow, hand coming to cup his cheek, thumb stroking the flesh gently. “ I miss my husband... not baelor targaryen, future prime minister... ”

[𝑩aelor. @handtorule]

to this his face falls into that warm, familiar chuckle. one that wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. “ we need not speak on the matter now. ”

[〝 𝓳𝐞𝐧𝐚 . @psycomystes]

“ years of practice, ” she offers, turning over now so that it was more comfortable for the both of them, hand rubbing at her eyes before it comes to rest over his forearm.

“ must you start this early, my love? can we not... do other, more exciting, things? ”

[𝑩aelor. @handtorule]

“ your peacefulness could have fooled me. ” though he knew all too well. “ donnel mentioned you wanted to have a discussion about the invitations for the ball. ”