⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀DEVOURS THE LORD PARAMOUNT OF STORM'S END, THE LORD COMMANDER OF THE KINGSGUARD DOES, and devours the lord commander of the kingsguard does the lord paramount of storm's end 'though not with the savage and satyric maw of a beast; 'tis passionate and poignant, the kiss 'tween lord commander and lord paramount, and terribly painful as though through ser duncan's heart is a blade twisted. and as lord commander and lord paramount part to breathe, rough breath to rough breath, are twain sets of 'lashes wet with salt water, and 'tis the water pearlescence of lyonel's eyes, the wildfire before extinguished, sundering entirely duncan's heart. a mistake it was, beholding a lord so sorely bereft and so sorely sorrowful, beholding a lord so sorely bereft and so sorely sorrowful and whose bereavement had been begotten of the former hedge knight's forsaking of storm's end.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀for forsaken storm's end had the erstwhile hedge knight following their boy's death in the slayne with a sorrow so strong ser duncan had embraced the stranger, 'though embraced ser duncan back the stranger had not, and as bitterly as the hedge knight had wept then is the lord commander weeping now 'though with a smile small and wry. what am i without you, the lord of the stormlands and the self declared storm king says, and the flea bottom boy before bereft of a name but that of a child's sobriquet — and dunk of flea bottom the flea bottom boy before bereft of a name but that of a child's sobriquet shall fore'er be — sniffs. "you're lyonel baratheon: lord of the stormlands and of storm's end. you're a knight and you're a sailor and you're the laughing storm, and you were all 'a that 'fore you met me." and laughs, the flea bottom boy before bereft of a name does. "i didn't even — i didn't even have a name proper 'til i met you in ashford." is it short for duncan, king aegon had asked. the seven above granted you tallness, so be tall, king lyonel had said, and thus ser duncan the tall the flea bottom boy before bereft of a name had been since.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"but i'm your man," the hedge knight says, banishing tears from the lord's face with a thumb sword callused 'fore curling a hand 'round the lord's cock, the head weeping as they are, and fucks with slow, sweet strokes. "your man." 'til from lyonel is an orgasm drawn forth. and a second from duncan, too, that culminates in a choir muffled against lyonel's shoulder soaked wet with hedge knight tears, "i love you, i love you, i love you."
