We never left

My tracker decided i’ve never replied anything in this blog

so im gonna reblog my last reply of certain threads

Posts that i know as a matter of a fact i already posted appear as if i owe them

SO IF I OWE YOU SOMETHING

@almost-tulpae     ||     based on.

The last thing Oliver wanted was to see his mother and father. He was at the point where he would do anything to get out of it. Only he tried just that and his parents saw through his excuses. They hadn’t seen him in far too long and they weren’t going to take no for an answer. Fine. He could deal. Or at least he told himself that he could deal with them.

Only both of his sisters were married.

He wasn’t.

Was he really about to do the whole fake dating thing? Yes, he was. He really couldn’t help it. Of course, there were some underlying feelings there for a while. Granted, Lexie made it pretty hard for him to not want her as much as he did. She was one of the first people he met when he got there. It made things easier on him and she happened to be someone who was a good drinking buddy. He really didn’t want to ruin anything they had.

“Lexie.” He saw her filling out a chart as he stepped in front of her. Oliver wasn’t very good at acting like he didn’t want something. “I need a favor. Before you say no, just know my parents are very rich. Insanely wealthy. So all you have to do is show up, charm them with that pretty American accent, and you can order the most expensive thing on the menu.”

All of the sudden, the lollipop that  she was enjoying became a sexual toy. Just because she saw him come closer, just because she loved to make him feel awkward. Slow, teasing movements of her lips around the candy, and ah, the tongue. ..And then he spoke and the previous inner Natasha Grey poofed and she couldn’t help herself but bursting out laughing. Half because for her candy, half because of what he said.

Her arms immediately wrapped around him and her lips pressed on his neck,followed by her tongue, just like she did with her lollipop. “So you want me to pretend i am your girlfriend? I meaaaaan you could always come with me shopping to make sure i have a nice dress and maybe a shiny ring on my hand” A wink.  She knew it was a little too much but alas, she had to try her look.

A little spank on his ass and she pulled away from him, as cheerfully as ever. “Would that entail kissing you? can i get the dick picks too?” Damn she was in a mood “For the lols you know. Just tell me when and where” And just like that she pressed a tinny practice kiss on his lips, like if it meant nothing, and turned around to leave. “Text me handsome”

Oliver had been busy. Mostly ignoring the things he needed to do and ignoring the calls of those close to him. Sometimes he needed a moment to breathe, to be alone, to not think about the unsavory things he did that had him swearing to himself he would be better than his father. 

Was he?

A question that he did not get the chance to ponder upon when he was told Mira called for him. The look he received was nothing kind, however, it was something he ignored as he rose from his seat and found himself with a certain curiosity as to what it was she was in need of. Their relationship was quite specific. Specific that there was a certain guilt. 

“You may.” He said, looking upon her, making it so it was only the two of them. “Carry on. I am listening.” 

To be quite honest Mira didn’t know what was more scary, if talking to him or  remaining quiet and getting rid of her issue on her own. Because in all honesty that was exactly what it was. An issue.  It took her a few deep breaths to be able to calm down enough to speak. And the best way that she could think about to do it was going straight to the point. Without sugarcoating, whatever punishment that might entail. However, she was not brave enough to look at his eyes, that would have been too much and her voice was low...but she spoke.

“I haven’t seen blood in due time”

Mira wanted to swallow, but she found her mouth dry,  like if the words were trying to remain in her mouth. The slave knew quite well what she was meant to do, but she wanted to ask...perhaps acting without an order would have been worse than not doing anything.

“But my life is yours and so is my body. So i had to ask if you want me to drink the moon tea”

War was war. Nothing good about it. Not the first one he was in. Probably wouldn’t be the last. They weren’t living in a time when people got along nicely. Not from man to dragon to wolves to giants. It didn’t matter. Everyone had something on their mind and something they were out for. 

And Oliver? 

All he wanted to do was live. After that he could worry about where in the world his place was. He hailed from beyond the wall. A place he found comfort. Deep where the coldest of the cold was and  things were beyond the mind of what so many thought. They had been through so much shit that it was something of a miracle from Gods he didn’t really put much faith in that he was still standing. 

Barely, at least. Especially with the way he saw man and woman alike falling around him. Nothing that was bringing him comfort. Not that he was seeking it out. But the giant ruining the body of a girl no older than ten could turn even the hardest of stomachs. No time to worry himself over there or wherever the hell snow found himself. Only that they did not die. 

Until there was a dragon. For a moment he worried that he was going to be burnt. He heard stories, rumors, tales. From dragons to the Dragon Queen from across the sea. 

He thought they were mostly shit. 

Until the hand was offered out to him. Only someone who was wishing to lose their life would deny it so he took it. 

Dany should have thought twice before offering that hand, she really should, but death around her was so overwhelming that finding someone alive was enough to ignite something within her. She had to save him. Somehow, even if he was the only one she managed to save that night. But turns out that she was not as strong as her dragon, and he was not exactly as light as she was. His weight pulled her arm in a rather painful way when the dragon took the flee and she could swear she felt something crack. Probably not enough to cause an actual damage but enough to make her frown, he better knew how to climb or she was not going to be able to hold him for too long, not when she had to take a hold of herself that was.

Her voice was more a plead than a command but in any case managed  to come out with authority. “Climb, hold onto his scales and climb” She didn’t know if he could hear her. The roaring, the screams, the sounds of battle became a somewhat deaf noise, too loud to hear anything but her own heartbeat.  But she kept pulling him up, as hard as she could, digging her nails on his skin. She didn’t mean to hurt him naturally, it was one of those wounds intended to save.

And no, she couldn’t bring herself to rest properly until she made sure that he was safe behind her. The warmth of another body on her back felt way too good in the middle of that deadly cold. “Hold onto me. This is going to be rough”

Robb supposed that she had a point. Though it would not have been the first time someone desired to speak with him only to not heed the advice he was offering. War made things complicated, especially when it came to other kings and queens, ones who were determined to shape the world into the way in which they deemed fit. He did not know how things with Daenerys were going to progress. 

What exactly she came to expect from him would only be made clear when she let it be known. He was in no position to offer her the North. Not after so much time, effort, and the sheer pain of the losses they suffered brought them to the place they should have been all along. They were far different than those of the south. 

He did not invite himself to that conversation. Rather he kept quiet and observed her. From a tale beyond the narrow sea to be there before him. Robb thought the only thing the two of them could do was work together. If that was even an option for all things that will come forth. Given the idea they survive the night instead of how chaotic all things seemed at the moment. Not his first war and would likely not be his last, either. 

“Meat shield.” Robb repeated in quite the skeptical manner. Perhaps not a phrase he would have used. He did understand what she meant because of his own men he sent to death in order to better the war. There were things they simply had to do in order to survive the night 

“No, I have not.” He gave no opinion on the plans laid out. Certainly he could come up with some quickly if need be, but he would much prefer to think things over for a length of time if he had the option. They did not have much time but they did have some. “Are you suggesting we ride the dragon?” While he knew she did the idea of being up there was a new one to him ad he could not lie and say it didn’t unsettle him. Even just a little bit.

Daenerys could feel the weight of all the looks on her back. She was not stupid. They needed her, desperately even, but it wouldn’t take two fingers of forehead to figure out that they didn’t want it, and every bridge that she somehow managed to build, was also burnt the second after for one reason or another. To discuss her claim when they had to discuss how to preserve their lives instead, was not a very smart reason.  It was far from being the time to joke. But it was one of those moments where the tension was so high that if she didn’t break it,it would break her, and if it was a bad time for a joke, it was an even worse time for collapsing.

“Well yes. Seems like my dragon is the only thing i’m gonna ride tonight isn’t it?” And not because she didn’t want Jon, but because he didn’t seem to want her. Not as much, not anymore. The rejection was contagious, and it was beginning to stick on his eyes. She wasn’t blind. “Don’t try to hurt me and they are...probably not gonna wonder what your pretty face tastes like” This time, the smile and wink that followed her words were somewhat genuine.

“You could ride one on your own” Judging the way he spoke though, it was lear that wasn’t quite an option “But i  believe it would be better if you come for a ride with me. Just don’t tell your brother. He already has a permanent sucking on lemons face as it is” Okay. Enough jokes before she crossed a line. That was not her style. “You’re going to have a better view from above, like all rightful kings should have”

At Mara’s comment Oliver only kept walking. “Good.” Even if his anxiety managed to settle (it hadn’t) he would have kept walking just to annoy the ever living fuck out of him. If he had to be there in a great displeasure like that the he wanted the other man to be just as miserable. That was toxic and Oliver was well aware of that. He wanted to go back to when things were good between them but he didn’t think that was anything that was a real possibility. Instead everything was chaotic nearly all of the time. How unfair was that? They were supposed to be happy. Now Oliver didn’t know if either of them knew what the meaning of the world happy was. 

“Okay. That sounds stupid.” No point in sugar coating things like he might have done in the past. Not when nothing actually managed to make any sense anymore. How were they supposed to even talk? As he paced he thought about just walking out the front door and never coming back. That was the best solution. “You don’t know how to do anything peacefully.” Oliver was only adding fuel to the fire as he said that. “You’re the one that is making this whole thing a bloody mess. Asking me here to give me the keys to a bloody car.” He resisted the urge to call him dramatic again even though the word was most definitely on the tip of his tongue. 

“Then let me go.” Oliver wasn’t phased by his touch. He wasn’t even remotely interested in actually touching him or being touched. Not as the conversation dragged on. Rather he only found himself far more irritated. He pushed Mara away without a second thought before he took a step back. Everything was a mess and there was no way the two of them were ever going to be able to come back from that. “Let me go and stop with your stupid fucking little games. You act like you’re some sad victim. You ruined this and you know it.” 

Okay granted. Oliver was right. Mara was being dramatic and toxic and somehow managed to ruin their entire relationship again with a simple sketch drew in a moment of exasperation, just like every other thing that she managed to ruin since they met. And yes, of course he was also far from being he sad victim in the play. But he was not the only one there, and certainly not the only one fucking things up. 

But he was tired. Too tired to argue, too tired to try anything besides touching him, just hands down fed up. It was time for a white flag. And the rejection so obviously displayed was enough for him to give up. Not even a sigh left her lips. Nothing. On average, a rain of complains would have rained over the other man’s head,but not today. Enough was enough.

“No. Neither of us are victims. You’re right” And the original mixture between guilt tripping and begging him to come back suddenly didn’t make any sense. The reason why he originally called him, the crave for his touch, the utter need to scream his name in pleasure even if he well new he would curse that very same name right after. It did’t matter anymore. It was an addiction, but it was one he couldn’t currently afford “I guess i like the misery. But you are right, so if you actually want to go,then the door is wide”