perdition.

#SECRCTSKEPT - ind. low activity multimuse with characters from the vampire diaries, a song of ice and fire, and the originals. as told by sehan. 21+ he/him. heavily affiliated with @sanguinelupus @ignisxcor @kingslvnding​ & @lannistcrborn. doc is under construction.

Lance lifts both his hands up in the air in a way that’s half apologetic, half defensive.

“All right, that’s fair, I guess. Don’t intend to keep prodding, then.”

He’d love to keep asking her about this of course. But he knows the drill. Wouldn’t want anyone else to keep prodding him with things that make him feel uncomfortable either. He eases his hands back down and then folds both his arms on the table before him with a soft sigh, so he can rest his chin on them and keep watching her work her magic.

It’s fascinating. Despite his shitty history with magic. Black magic especially. Whatever she’s doing is so far beyond his comprehension…the way it seems so natural, like second nature. Sure enough, all thanks to Azathoth, he can do some stuff as well. Make things fly around like it’s second nature to him, too. But that’s about the only thing he can do. And even then, he barely knows anything about it at all. He grows a bit pensive and upset when she mentions that he did hurt her, the look on his face saying it all.

“Well. I’m the one who got it out of the place it was stuck in. I’m also the one who brought it right to your doorstep with me. If it weren’t for that and my choices in general…A whole bunch of people’d still be alive and wouldn’t have been hurt. So…yeah. No need to sugarcoat shit. It kinda is my fault” he counters bitterly, change in his posture and voice more than obvious now. He struggles with the guilt for a while, eyes fixed on the smoke rising from her basin. Then, he eventually looks up so he can face her instead.

“Can I ask you something weird and personal? Given your history, I’m thinking you might be the only person I even can ask something like this. So I’d appreciate the insight.”

lance seems to be all talk with very little bite, freya has noticed. the slightest pushback makes him back down, especially with those he knows are more powerful than him. she briefly wonders if he will be the same way with hope when she grows up.

“ you can play mental chess all day long just to blame yourself for things outside of your control. or - ” hands hover over the basin and it begins boiling. “ you can give yourself a break and not be so damn miserable all the time. ” the liquid catches fire now but only stays lit for a few seconds. freya’s reaching for a jar to put it in, next.

          It’s been a while since the two of them have embraced like this, but Rhaenyra would be lying if she said she hasn’t missed it. Slowly, she slips her arms around Alicent, breathing in the familiar scents of burning wood and chamomile perfume. She had miscalculated just how much she would miss Alicent; her anger had clouded her judgement, it had blinded the affection she felt so deeply that she allowed months to pass without so much as a kind word to fall from her lips toward Alicent. Her closest friend, her most trusted companion, her very first love.

                    Rhaenyra might have made a mistake.

                               Might.

          “I’d hate to think my father does not see you as a person,” she says, with somewhat of a smile as she takes one of Alicent’s hands in hers, using the other to wipe away the remaining tears on the queen’s cheeks. “But men rarely do see much worth in women, even the good men.” She pauses, wondering if she should do what urge strikes her in this very moment. Rhaenyra’s impulse has led her astray more often than not, especially when it comes to Alicent, and she knows that if they are not careful, things will begin to crash and burn around them faster than either of them can blink. Both of their actions must be calculated meticulously.

          So, Rhaenyra does not kiss Alicent, though the urge to does fill up her bones and take over her mind all the same. “I…understand. For all it’s worth.” She speaks rather quietly, this time. Alicent’s actions were not her own; she knows that now. And if Rhaenyra could burn Otto Hightower alive with dragonfire, she would. Her finger is under Alicent’s chin now, tilting her head to see her better. “You are mine, Ali. It might not be to the knowledge of everyone in Westeros, but you are.”

they  are  both  still  young,  young  enough  that  their  affection  for  one  another  could  become  a  distant  memory  in  the  future.  alicent  prays  and  prays  to  the  gods  that  this  does  not  happen,  she  had  a  glimpse  of  what  that  might  be  like  these  past  months  and  she  never  wants  to  experience  it  again.  rhaenyra  means  more  to  her  than  she  thinks  she  can  comprehend  at  the  moment,  and  that’s  both  thrilling  and  terrifying  all  at  once.  “  your  father  is  a  good  man,  but  i  have  no  interest  in  men.  ”  the  look  in  rhaenyra’s  eyes  is  a  hungry  one.  alicent  knows  it  well,  but  they  are  not  in  any  position  to  be  intimate  at  the  moment,  no  matter  how  much  they  both  might  want  it.

sorry i haven’t been around, life keeps getting in the way. but i plan to be back soon.

@kingslvnding​ (rhaenyra) sent: “ you’re not a machine or— or some thing. you’re a person, and i’m sorry anyone ever made you feel otherwise. ”

the words feel like a breath of fresh air, coming from her. rhaenyra has never stood by propriety so alicent isn’t sure why she’s in the slightest bit shocked at what she’s saying now. rhaenyra has always spoken her mind, regardless of the situation at hand. and now that their situation has been made infinitely more complicated due to alicent’s marriage to viserys, part of alicent had resigned the relationship she once held so dear to her heart to crumble because of rhaenyra’s rage. but she is here, being kind, being the girl alicent fell so deeply for over years of friendship.

daemon targaryen

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stefan salvatore

kol mikaelson

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@secrctskept· as Daemon said: ❛ unique just means alone. ❜

░▒▌╳▐ ᴅ ʀᴀ ɢ ᴏ ɴ ʟ ᴏ ʀ ᴅ

       𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒  the other spoke was ironic in ways he doubts theother is able to fully fathom—Or perhaps, he does. After all, manywould have Daemon Targaryen be a  UNIQUE  individual, if only for hisparticularly questionable decisions and actions. Vaedar wouldn’t saythe Targaryen looks  LONELY  but he knows better than to presume basedonly on what he sees. He’d learned as much when he was a merelordling in Valyria, where appearances often were  DECEIVING.

        ❝ Lonelinessis not as bad once one grows used to it. ❞ A smooth lie, it was,for no matter how long a time passes since the Doom, that perpetual  MOURNING  for all he lost lessens not. The once dragonlord simplymasters the way he buries it so thoroughly, that there’s barely ( ifever ) a glimpse of that  PAIN.  Or maybe he’s simply too stubborn and  PRIDEFUL  to allow any of it to surface. ❝ You needn’t depend onanyone, nor even do as is expected of you for the sake of others. ❞He motions with his cup of wine in his companion’s direction, leaningback more comfortably on the cushioned chair. An easy smile dances onhis features with his head tilting lightly in a gesture of playful  CURIOSITY.  ❝ But you ought to know all about that, do you not? ❞

there  isn’t  a  day  that  goes  by  that  daemon  does  not  question  the  validity  of  this  man’s  presence.  though  he  keeps  his  suspicions  in  his  own  mind  only,  he’s  sure  his  skepticism  is  apparent  in  the  passive  tone  of  voice  he  consistently  uses  with  vaedar.  dragon  riders  without  the  targaryen  surname  or  targaryen  blood  in  their  veins  do  not  exist  any  longer,  and  yet  here  is  a  lilac-eyed,  silver-haired,  dragon-bonded  man  before  him.  daemon  pokes,  and  he  prods,  and  yet  conversation  seems  to  lead  nowhere  but  to  more  poking  and  prodding  from  vaedar  in  return.

the lannister armies under cersei’s command sacked highgarden. olenna no longer lives either. now that they think about it, he and desdemona really are the last of their house. their parents are gone. their sister is gone. margaery, loras. ’ there is a lot going on. it leaves little time for people to check on the well being of others. you’ve been through a lot, i’m sure. all of you have. despite probably impending doom, it’s…it’s nice. almost everyone back together here.  ’

@northsrose​ sent:  “ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe. ”

the  words  are  almost  lost  on  arya,  at  this  point.  they  have  been  told  time  and  time  again,  this  same  thing,  over  and  over,  in  some  way  or  another.  and  in  almost  every  instance,  the  person  saying  it  was  not  true  to  their  word.  it  has  been  years  since  arya  has  spoken  to  anyone  in  their  family,  and  even  longer  since  they  have  seen  their  aunt.  but  even  after  all  this  time  apart,  and  all  the  strife,  mayhem,  and  chaos  the  stark  family  has  been  through,  arya  knows  that  their  family  would  never  lie  to  her.  they  would  never  break  a  promise,  never  break  an  oath.  not  unless  it  was  completely  out  of  their  control.

so  arya  smiles,  and  wraps  their  arms  around  lyanna  despite  the  indifference  they  feel  toward  the  situation  at  the  moment.  they  have  to  break  themself  out  of  the  survival  mindset  they  have  been  forced  to  put  themself  in  for  so  long.  they  only  hope  their  family  can  forgive  them  for  it.

are we calling defending yourself "attacking" now?

but seriously, be for real a second. they have since admit they were wrong, and do not engage in that kind of writing or interact with people who do. they admit they made a mistake at the time and that the entire situation got out of hand, and was a misconception.

so what's your issue here, a year later, in one of their mutuals inbox? what do you aim to do? what's your goal? if it's to get me to stop interacting with them, that's quite literally never gonna happen. i've known ganon for over a decade. we have been close friends for majority of that. we are in a poly group together, they are married to my girlfriend (i am not romantically involved with them though).

they got me to start writing on tumblr in the first place. there is legitimately nothing any of you sad chronically online fucks can say to get me to turn on them. nice try though!

@vaedar​​ sent:  ❝ our worth is not given. it must be made. ❞