terrible red

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION . ; 🔙 // push my muse against a wall . ; alordnamedsnow

HE HID HIS EMOTIONS POORLY, she thinks. and yet, jon snow is a mystery man to her and as a priestess who claims to know it all, it puzzle her. of course he was angry with her arriving when he had forbid her to come back. his body presses hers against a wall, out of rage, out of lust, she can’t exactly pickpoint his emotion. but the priestess shows a defying stare, amber eyes look back at him with a challenge.

 as she keeps her body close and face leans over to his, neck exposed, daring, tempting, much like herself. “you truly know nothing, jon snow.” and her hands finds a spot on his jaw, fingers tracing the line there under the scruffy beard and melisandre whispers against his mouth. “or perhaps you do. you just don’t dare to act on those instincts of yours.”

melisandre would probably fuck you

          she is likely not wrong in that… and, for a moment, the bastard catches himself musing. she’s a very solitaire person, is she not? mayhaps not lonely, he has no power to judge such sentiment or lack thereof… but he knows no friends of the lady, no handmaids, no companions; with Stannis and Selyse long dead, it’s as though the only company she ever indulges in are her fires and her flames — and Ghost. Ghost has loved her from the very first day, and Jon still cannot comprehend why… but it is a given sign that her purpose, whatever it may be, is not a malicious one. his wolf would have sniffed that immediately.

‘ you are a good person. ‘

          did he just say this out loud? gods, maybe he truly is quite more drunk than he realized… but well. it quickly escapes his clouded mind anyway, and for once he wastes no time with WORRYING; instead, leaning further back till his head is rested against the stone wall and his eyes fall shut for an instant. ‘ isn’t my purpose over, as well? you said you saw me fightin’ for Winterfell, that your Lord of Light brought me back for a reason… i still don’t understand that reason, y’ know. after all this time, i still know nothin’. ‘ a soft chuckle now, as he reopens his eyes and tilts his head further in her direction. with the moonlight shining on her long, silky, red hair, there’s suddenly a sense of NOSTALGIA burning in his chest. is one truly victorious for surviving the war, if it comes at the price of losing so many loved ones?

‘ told you so many times, however… i’m not your promised prince. my apologies. ‘

“   what is a good person, truly? many see me as evil, others as a preacher of the truth. to some, we are the bad ones.“ she thinks of ser davos, and she thinks of so many that had fear her at dragonstone; as she served stannis and they were wary of her powers, of her, of the influence she had over the baratheon king. its something she doesn’t expect to hear ; to be called good. for once, her smile is sincere. “but thank you. it has been so long since anyone dared to say such a thing about me.” a good girl that one, a man shouts in her mind, melony, lot seven, but back then, the meaning of good was different. coming from jon snow, she knows it’s as true as it can be.

the priestess walks closer; hands always tugged by her center, he rambles, she thinks, specially with the boost of having alcohol on his system, like many men do. he had been a man of so little words around her; around others. “there are things that are better left UNKNOWN, m’lord. knowing nothing sometimes it’s a bliss.” she thinks of his brother; bran stark is proclaimed the three eyed raven, one who sees it all and who knows it all. such a burden to have as a child. melisandre can certainly relate.

“prophecies are very tricky. they are not set in stone.“ her hand reach over to press against the cold stone wall beside him, eyes glancing up to the sky for a moment, breathing in the cold. “one purpose ends, and another begins. you need patience.  and in the meantime, enjoy yourself.“ eyebrows raised, amused at the recent memory of how he had been drinking with his fellow friends. a sight not many knew, for sure. “the lord of light showed me snow; and you. perhaps your purpose it’s over as well as your watch.” the night’s watch serve no purpose now with the others dead and forgotten.