oberyn & ellaria

Tyene tilted her head back when he came closer to her, having inherited almost nothing physically from her father and being an apparently perfect mirror for her mother. That included her very short stature, meaning if she wanted to look at him, she’d have to tilt back a little. But she used her height to her advantage at times because people often overlooked her thinking she was just another little girl running around.

“I didn’t!” Her tone was laughing even as he tugged on her hair “You left it on your desk, I didn’t go through anything.” It was a technicality, even she knew that. He hadn’t told her not to take stuff from his desk, but in the initial order of leaving his things alone covered his desk. When he scolded her, she pouted, batting her eyelashes up at him as she let her lower lip quiver. Tyene doubted that he would honestly shut her down, or at least if he really planned on doing so he wouldn’t have let her get so far along with the poison and would’ve made his presence known sooner.

“I am not going to use it on anyone….yet. There is no harm in having something of hand that could be used against an attacker. Uncle allows people to visit who have the idea that all bastards are lustful and I am not unaware of the beauty of my sisters.” She rolled her shoulders back and straightened up, folding her hands against her stomach and making herself look like a proper lady. “Some men need to be taught a lesson which a simple upset stomach will do, but others need a more permanent lesson. I don’t know the exact details, but I know it will be a permanent lesson”

At his question she dropped her stance and rolled her eyes “I made the antidote first.” She pouted again, thinking her father didn’t trust her. “I’m not silly, I know the dangers of not having the antidote on hand. Especially since you never know exactly how something is going to react and that accidents happen.” She was parroting back to what he had beaten into her skull since he started to teach her.

Oberyn rolled his eyes, not bothering to point out the obvious. On his desk, in his desk, it mattered not. Besides, he was always weak to all his girls, especially this one, who shared so many of the same passions as he did. He’d let her keep it, but he’d educate her in the interim. 

“A very permanent, very obvious lesson.” Oberyn warned, “If someone were to die to this, the blame would inevitably turn to myself if not you or your sisters. Sometimes such flashy deaths are necessary, but more often, a more subtle approach is better.” He doubted her fool enough to use it without care, but it was still dangerous. 

For all his scolding, it was a good poison to have in her arsenal as a back up. He simply had to hope that her temper was stronger than his, if she were to keep it. There was a reason he only kept the less obvious poisons on his person. It was one thing to die by a poison on his blade in combat, but people more easily took offense to poison in food or drink. And he knew himself enough to recognize his own recklessness at times. Best to not have that type of poison at easy access, so that he could think through things during the lengthy process of making it. 

@snakeandsand for Ellaria and Loreza

“Here. Drink.” Loreza pressed a cup of ginger tea into Ellaria’s hands and a cold washcloth to her forehead. “It is horrible isn’t it? I was sick everyday with my eldest.” Pregnancies were awful for woman and she knew that if a man ever had to suffer one then they wouldn’t push their wives to constantly have children. Thankfully Oberyn and Ellaria’s children were coming along naturally, though her son and proven to be a frighteningly fruitful man with the number he had brought home.

Setting the woman back into her bed Loreza pulled her hair off her neck and bound it up using one of her own hair bands. Another cool cloth was put against the back of her neck and she hummed softly as she tried to think of more ways to comfort the woman. A bowl of ginger slices was set on the table next to her and Loreza slipped one of the pieces into her own mouth. “Try the ginger slices, though they may be a bit strong for you. If so I have plenty of other things to try.”

It was still early in the pregnancy and that seemed to be the worst part for Ellaria while Loreza was more constantly sick through the entire run. Which meant that while Loreza was always sick she didn’t wake up feeling miserable and like she was about to faint. So all of the tips and tricks she learned through her multiple pregnancies she was imparting to Ellaria to try to help her get through the first few horrible months. “I have some servants preparing a herbal bath for you as well, and a few looser dresses brought in from my pregnancies that may help keep you cool during this.”

Any uncertainty she once held over treating Princess Loreza as more than just a beloved ruler had long since faded. She blamed the child, fitful little spitfire that it seemed to be. She didn’t know what she’d do without Loreza at this point. She had floated the idea to Oberyn about naming the child after the woman, but he seemed to have his heart set on Elia for a girl. Ellaria couldn’t fight it too much. Her heart ached for her love and his lost sister. Perhaps this was healing.

Ellaria accepted the tea with a nod and heaved out a grateful breath at the cool cloth across her forehead. “I thought the worst of it was over.” she bemoaned, “The maester said most women only have sickness in the morning. Evidently, I’m special.” Special, covered in sweat with the taste of vomit constantly in her mouth, and the little hellion constantly kicking her stomach to bits. So special. 

A bath sounded splendid. Truly, Loreza was showing her expertise with childbirth here. Before Ellaria could even think of something she may want, Loreza was there with the very thing she needed most. 

“Congratulations on your victory, Uncle! You have secured long-awaited justice for our family.” Whilst Oberyn had been redressing the wrongs done to the Martells in the past, Quentyn had been busy securing the family’s future. 

@snakeandsand​

“ Prince, welcome to Kingslanding. Our King is tied up in the Crownlands, dealing with a matter, so you shall have to have me as a host..”

as requested by anon. Enjoy and feel free to make any changes !

Sexy

“Feel like another round?”

“You were great last night…”

“Wow, you look even better in the daylight.”

“My clothes look better on you than they do on me.”

“I had no idea you were into that stuff…I’m glad I found out.”

“We didn’t even get to use the toys last night.”

“You should play with my hair some more…”

“I don’t remember ever having this many hickeys. But I don’t mind.”

“That was a workout.”

“I don’t know your name. But you can share it with me, so I know what to scream this time.”

“The fun doesn’t have to end.”

“I think I can convince you to stay…”

“Don’t pretend like you’re asleep. Should I find a way to wake you up?~”

“We could order pizza and just stay like this all day.”

“I love your bedhead.”

Awkward

“Oh no…what did we do?”

“Hi! You need to leave.”

“I’m sorry…who are you?”

“Ugh…I drank so much.”

“I can’t believe I did this again.” / “I can’t believe we did this again.”

“Where are your clothes?”

“…I’m sore in such weird places.”

“Hey, sorry! I’m gonna go. Right now.”

“You didn’t seem like you were having such a bad time last night.”

“Someone’s coming. Is that your mom/partner/spouse/etc.?”

“I think this was a mistake.”

“*trying to sneak out while half-dressed*”

“Your foot is in my face.”

“Did we use protection?”

“Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?”

“Be mine.”

“Do I know you?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you remember this?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Don’t go.”

“Don’t let me die”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Explain yourself.”

“For you, I would _____”

“Give it back.”

“Give me another chance.”

“Have you ever even done this before?”

“How drunk are you right now?”

“I already regret this.”

“I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“I could kill you!”

“I dare you.” or “I dare you to _____.”

“I didn’t do it.”“

"I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you.”

“I have to go.”

“I just want to cuddle.”

“I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you.”

“I miss you so very much.”

“I missed you.”

“I need a drink.”

“I need a hug.”

“I never really loved you.”

“I owe you.”

“I think I broke it.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you. ”

“I think I’m forgetting something.”

“I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you.”

“I want to be yours.”

“I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”

“I’ve never heard that one before.”

“If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?”

“It was me”

“It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes.”

“Just go.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Just let me die.”

“Just relax.”

“Just what did we do last night?”

“Kiss me you idiot.”

“Kiss me.”

“Make me.”

“Marry me?”

“My Parents don’t know”

“My parents know.”“

"Never again.”

“Nh, don’t be so rough!”

“No, that can’t be my baby.”

“No! You can’t die on me now!”

“Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!”

“Put. The. Weapon. Down.”

“Shut up and listen.”

“Take responsibility.”

“That isn’t mine.”

“That looked easier on TV.”

“That sounds painful.”

“That was a bad plan.”

“That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

“They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar.”

“This stays between us.”

“Truth hurts, don’t it?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“We need to talk.”

“We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected.”

“What are we doing here?”

“What are you afraid of?”

“What are you touching?”

“What are you?”

“What do you need?”

“What happened to you?”

“What have I done this time?”

“What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Where did you find this?”

“Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?”

“Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?”

“Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am.”

“You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!”

“You coward.”

“You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!”

“You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!”

“You mean everything to me.”

“You owe me.”

“You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!”

“You’re all out of ____.”

“You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me.”

“You’re pregnant and It’s mine”

“You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.”“

☤ (alexios & either!) || @snakeandsand

Their arrival in Athens made many heads turn, particularly those who were still suspicious of outsiders. Alexios spent most of his days hunting down remnants of the Cult of Cosmos and while the cult was mostly dead thanks to him discovering who was pulling the strings, you always had a lot that were hell bent on being a thorn in people’s sides. It troubled most, but Alexios got a thrill out of it. How else was he supposed to stay in shape if not for severing the heads of enemies? Good person he might have been, but he was still first and foremost a misthios.

Suspicion had been the initial prognosis but Alexios lived dangerously. The male in question who stood just a hair taller than himself, gave most the impression that he was but a stuffy noble but Alexios suspected otherwise. He was far too confident and eloquently spoken to not have had some sort of training with the sword. Furthermore, the woman at his side had many Athenians looking to devour her. He could not blame them. While Athens had their fair share of delectables to choose from, it was always much more exciting when something more exotic wandered into the land of wisdom and democracy.

After all more than one had already approached Ellaria with offers and enticements, be it for just her or her and Oberyn. Yet, it was those who didn’t approach that intrigued her most. Alexios, she had learned. A pretty name for a pretty boy. Alas, perhaps if she had not had to chase, she and Oberyn might have approached together. As is, sneaking into one’s room could be cause for ire, and one was less of a threat than two.